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Incorrect quotes#953 Ballet Dad

At Amelia's Ballet Recital in the human world, Everyone was there...from angels to demons, reapers amongst the human families, all very excited to see Amelia solo dance...but what they didn't know is...Amelia had a bully who kept pushing her...Mammon taught her a fundamental lesson on how to deal with bullies behind your back-

Mam*Seeing his little princess dance, holding your hand*Fuck me she's cute~

As you and the rest of the family(These guys went all out...with expensive cameras...you had to stop Diavolo and Asmo from bringing an actual camera crew-)

Amelia*Smilling seeing her family, doing little twirls and is about to step into the spotlight...but can see her bully about to push her again*...

Bully*About to push her when*-!?!

Amelia*Grabs her arm and... FLIPS HER OVER HER SHOULDER TO THE GROUND, and goes into the spotlight grinning*!!!~

Families*Gasp in shock seeing that*OH!?-

Mam*Gasps in glee and stands up proudly*HAHAHA!?FUCKING NOICE AMELIA!!!SWEEEET!!!-

Families*Turn to Mammon and at several of Amelia's family clapping alongside Mammon*!?!-

Satan & Belph: WOOOOOOH!

Bully*Still on the ground starring in horror at Amelia*

Asmo*Clapping hard and whistling, smirking at Solomon beside him*That bitch bounced!~

Mc*Covering your face to hide a smile from the crowd*...

Diavolo*Throwing Amelia roses alongside Barbatos and Mephisto*BEAUTIFUL!~

Mam*Looking at the crow around him,feeling proud*-MAN!THATS MY DAUGHTER BITCHES!DAD'S VERY PROUD!!~KEEP GOING!~

Amelia*Shinning her brightest with a smile directed at her daddy, and doing the final pose*!!~

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Shadows and Sunlight

Summary: In the dangerous world of Lando Norris, a ruthless mafia boss, his kind-hearted wife and their contrasting children create a family full of warmth, love, and the delicate balance between light and dark.

Genre: Mafia!Dad!Lando, fluff

TW: Mafia

A/N: I’m making a „series" with the storyline of the Norris Mafia Family and each story is something different! I’m excited for this! English is not my first language. I hope you Enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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Lando Norris had earned a reputation as a ruthless mafia boss, a man feared by rivals and respected by his men.

But behind the iron gates of his sprawling estate, he was also a father to two children who couldn’t have been more different, and the husband to a woman who was his complete opposite in every way.

His wife, Y/N, was kindness personified—a bright light in the dark world he inhabited. She treated everyone, from staff to strangers, with a warmth that left them in awe.

Where Lando was sharp edges and stern gazes, she was soft smiles and comforting words. And somehow, their contrasting worlds had collided and formed a family.

Amelia, their ten-year-old daughter, was her father's mini-me. Sharp, fearless, and observant, she followed Lando around like a shadow, absorbing his every move. She had his fiery determination and knack for strategy, often shocking the staff with her maturity and assertiveness.

On the other hand, eight-year-old Jacob took after his mother. He was gentle, empathetic, and preferred books over confrontations, always seeking ways to help others.

It was a typical morning in the Norris household. The sun streamed through the tall windows of the kitchen as Y/N hummed while flipping pancakes.

Jacob was perched on a stool, helping his mother by carefully arranging fruit on a plate.

“Bananas go on the side, not on top,” Jacob instructed seriously.

“Yes, Chef,” Y/N teased, winking at her son, who beamed.

Amelia entered the kitchen, her face scrunched in annoyance. “Dad said I can’t come to the meeting today,” she announced, plopping onto a chair.

“That’s because you’re ten,” Y/N replied, placing a plate in front of her.

“But I could learn so much,” Amelia argued, glaring at her pancakes like they were the source of her problems.

“You’re not learning about mafia business at ten years old,” Y/N said firmly, ruffling Amelia’s hair.

Lando strolled into the kitchen, dressed in his usual black suit. “Amelia, what did I say about whining?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Amelia crossed her arms but didn’t push further. She idolized her father too much to openly disobey him.

Instead, she muttered, “Fine, but it’s unfair.”

Y/N placed a cup of coffee in front of Lando, kissing his cheek. “Morning, grumpy.”

He smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Morning, sunshine.”

Jacob giggled at the exchange, while Amelia rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you guys are so mushy.”

Later that day, Lando had a rare afternoon off and spent it in his study. Y/N was in the garden with Jacob, helping him plant flowers, while Amelia hovered nearby, asking her father endless questions about the world he shielded her from.

“Why do you have so many guards?” Amelia asked, watching as two men patrolled the perimeter.

“To keep you safe,” Lando replied without looking up from his paperwork.

“But who’s going to protect you?” she shot back.

Lando glanced at her, surprised by the question. “That’s my job, Amelia.”

Before she could respond, Y/N entered the room, her presence like a calming breeze.

“Come on, Amelia. Help Jacob and me with the garden.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Y/N said, smiling but firm.

Amelia sighed dramatically but obeyed, leaving her father to chuckle softly.

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Dinner was a lively affair. The family sat around the grand dining table, the staff quietly serving dishes while the children shared their day’s adventures.

“I planted sunflowers!” Jacob announced proudly.

“They’re crooked,” Amelia teased.

“They’re unique,” Jacob corrected, sticking his tongue out.

Y/N laughed, gently nudging Amelia. “Be nice to your brother.”

Lando observed the scene with a rare softness in his eyes.

Despite his cold exterior and the dangerous life he led, moments like these reminded him of what he was fighting for.

As the evening wound down, Y/N found Lando in their bedroom, leaning against the balcony railing, staring into the night.

“You’re quiet,” she said, joining him.

“Just thinking,” he replied, pulling her close.

“About the kids. About us.”

She smiled, resting her head on his chest. “You’re doing a good job, you know. Even if Amelia’s determined to take over the world.”

He chuckled. “She gets that from me.”

“And Jacob gets his kindness from you, too,” Y/N added softly.

Lando raised an eyebrow. “I think he gets that from you.”

Y/N smiled but didn’t argue. “We’re lucky, Lando. No matter how messy things get, we’ve built something good here.”

He nodded, kissing the top of her head. “We have. And I’ll protect it with everything I’ve got.”

In the Norris household, the balance of light and shadow, softness and strength, created a family unlike any other.

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unexpected ways [mark lee x reader]

non-idol au. wc:1.5k. cw: fluff

calla's note: this is one of my worst pieces of writing. the plot is mixed up, and it all feels very rushed. please forgive me for this. (sorry mark lee)

It was the perfect day. The sun shone bright in a cornflower blue sky, and a refreshing breeze whispered in the air every now and then to balance out the summer heat. The scope was filled with the laughter of children playing, the babble of adults talking, and good music from the speakers that sat near the grill. A table nearby was piled with plenty of delicious food to eat.

Oh, and Mark was there.

In fact. he was the reason that you were at the barbecue in the first place- after weeks of begging you to go to a function with him, Mark had finally persuaded you to attend a family barbecue that his auntie had arranged. Mark saw it as a great way to integrate you into his normal life, but you weren't so sure. You knew that Mark's family was going to be there, and while you loved him, it felt like early days yet to ger pally with his folks. From what you'd already heard, his mother wasn't easy to impress, and his father wasn't enthusiastic about Mark having a girlfriend, even though Mark was old enough to decide that for himself.

Until now, you both had kept your relationship private, not telling any of your family and friends about each other and meeting in secluded areas. Everyone in that garden, though they didn’t know it, were seeing you together for the first time in public.

You stood close to him in the busy garden, clutching a plastic cup full of strawberry soda. As you stared down at the bubbles rising and falling in the scarlet liquid, you rather wished that you'd stayed at home. Mark, sensing your shyness, attempted to slip his hand into yours to comfort you, but you didn't want to show any signs of affection yet in case his mother passed by and assumed you were being too cocky around her beloved son. You pulled your hand away, but gave his hand an awkward pat to make sure that he didn't feel discouraged.

Mark looked across to the trampoline that was filled with more children than it could accommodate. He dipped his head near yours so that you could hear him above the noise. “Do you reckon that we should go on that trampoline with them?” he laughed. “Yes, and trample on their feet and probably break the frame. We should totally do that,” you smirked. Of course, you were both joking. You appreciated Mark's attempt to help you relax, even if his humour was slightly lame.

Out of nowhere, two manicured hands covered Mark's eyes. “Guess who?” came a girl's singsong voice. “Get off,” Mark snapped, getting out of the girl’s grasp. You both took a good look at her. She was absolutely stunning, with straight black hair and a red maxi dress that hugged her hourglass figure beautifully. You couldn't help feeling rather intimidated.

“Hey, gorgeous,” she grinned, displaying straight white teeth obscured by (useless) pink braces. With a frown, you noticed her staring very hard at Mark's muscles that stood out thanks to the black tank top he was wearing. You felt incredibly protective. “Hi!” you smiled tightly, standing in front of Mark. Secret relationship, your foot. The girl completely ignored you. “Who's that?” she said. still gazing at Mark.

Mark rubbed your shoulder gently. “Uh, hi, Amelia. this…this is my best friend, y/n,” he stuttered. You took a sip of your soda to wash down your melting heart. You knew how much Mark wanted to shout about your relationship from the rooftops, yet here he obeyed your request. Amelia finally looked at you, and her gaze twisted into a glare that one would give dog turd on the floor. “You've never talked about her before, Mark,” she drawled.

Your heart sank, and your grip on the strawberry soda cup almost caused it to crinkle. You knew that Mark had been with other girls in the past, but you didn't like the idea of him continuing to talk to them while he was supposed to be dating you. You did not want to be thought of as a plaything

“Leave it, Amelia,” Mark warned. “We stopped talking to each other a year ago. I don't have to tell you what goes on in my life anymore.”

Amelia laughed, looking you up and down. “Yeah, right. You certainly downgraded. From me..” -she gestured to herself with her glittery nails- “...to that? What is she wearing? A failed fairy cosplay?” You looked down at your butterfly crochet top and floaty skirt.“At least you could talk directly to me! I’m right here, you know!” you snapped. Amelia giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Sorry, babe! Didn't mean to make you feel left out!” “Amelia, I told you to leave her alone,” Mark said.

Amelia went around you and linked arms with Mark. At least, she tried to. Mark backed away from her, his face the epitome of thunder. “Leave off!” he spat. A look of sadness crossed her face, but then she revived herself. “I need to tell you something, Mark,” she simpered. “Alone. Not with her there.”

Mark planted his feet in the ground, hands in pockets. “I'm not going if y/n won't be there,” he said.

“It's okay, Mark,” you sighed. “Go on and talk to her.” Before Mark could reply, you slouched away, feeling very sorry for yourself. Maybe this relationship wasn't meant to last. You felt glad that you had kept it private.

As you wondered whether you should disappear home, you noticed a lot of commotion around a piñata that hung from the tree at the bottom of the garden. The brightly coloured object was being beaten ruthlessly by a large group of children. In their scramble to open the piñata, there were a few of the younger ones who were being squashed to the side. One child in particular, a little girl with a pink organza dress and matching bows adorning her hair, was almost being trampled as two older boys pushed her out of the way to reach up to the piñata. “Let me have a go with the stick,” she pleaded, but one of the boys snapped in reply, “No. You're too little. Push off, little girl.”

Throwing your aside, you marched up to the middle of the piñata. You snatched the stick from the biggest child, much to his dismay. “Too little, you said?” you shouted. You handed the stick to the little girl. “Go on. Show us how it's done,” you smiled. The girl paused, unsure. “You can do it,” you encouraged. The girl raised her stick to the piñata, and with a loud THWACK!, she'd managed to burst open the piñata. The children ran forward to collect the sweets that rained down from the broken box, but you held your hand out. “Let the girl take some first,” you shouted. As she took her pick, you selected a few of the best candies and pressed them into her little hands. “Thank you,” she smiled at you, showing her gaps. You smiled down at her. “You're welcome. Don't drop those sweets, not after all you've done to get them.”

A middle-aged lady wearing a bright blue summer dress approached you both. Immediately, the girl ran up to the lady. “Grandma!” she called. “Look what the nice person helped me get!” The lady smiled gracefully. “Isn't that lovely of her?” She turned her focus to you, and you couldn't think where you had seen her before. “Thank you, dear. I just saw what you did. Our little Yeri gets so undermined sometimes, and it was so kind of you to help her with the piñata just then.”

“You're welcome,” you replied, bowing your head in shyness.

The lady frowned slightly. “I don't believe we've met. Who are you related to at this party?” You gulped. You had no way to reply to that without revealing your relationship with Mark, and you weren't feeling too sure about that at the moment. Just as you considered legging it, you felt an arm around your shoulders. “So, you've met her, Mum?”

You looked around to see Mark smiling at you. Terrified, you looked across to the lady- Mark's mother- as you waited for her reaction.

“This is your girlfriend?” she said.

“Well, yes,” Mark said, realising that he probably shouldn't have hugged you.

Mark's mother stared for a moment, but then her face broke into a smile. “Well, you've chosen a good girl for once, Mark. Far better than that Amelia girl. She's just helped your niece break open the piñata.” She beckoned to you both, taking Yeri's hand. “Come over and sit with us. I want to know everything about you!”

You let yourself breathe. It looked like things were going to go well, after all. You looked across at Amelia, who was standing alone with a tear streaked face, and smiled smugly when she stuck up her middle finger.

[literally didn't know how to end the story! see? I'm hopeless!]

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Disease - Chapter Seven - Old Ways - Amelia

Summary: Ettore finds himself face to face with a new inmate, his ex. Will their tragic circumstances bring them closer together or be the end of them?

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Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving), talks of fertility treatment, mentions of noncon, MINORS DNI, 18+

Word Count: 3.8K+

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story! It has been a pleasure writing an indepth look into Ettore. Amelia has been a favorite of mine to write as well. All this saying, we aren’t quite done yet. But we might be at a climax point with these two. Fertility treatment is discussed in this chapter. Having not personally gone through the experience, discussions in this chapter are based on research. Apologies if anything is incorrect. 

Chapter 7 - Old Ways - Amelia

She did not mind the solitary. 

It only lasted 24 hours as Dibs felt Monte was just as much in the wrong as her. 

Well . . . maybe a little less in the wrong. 

Monte certainly didn’t beat the shit out of her. 

Amelia was left with her memory of the fantastic encounter her and Ettore had. Despite not coming from the greedy fumble in the closet, Ettore had managed to send her into a place of euphoria she had barely remembered existed by eating her pussy so very good. She bit her lip thinking about it. 

When she and Ettore had first gotten together he didn’t know a thing about eating pussy. It was to be expected as the young man just took and took and took not caring about pleasuring the other person, only himself. 

He was a greedy little thing. 

She remembered the first time she had suggested the act to him. 

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?” 

Her blonde house guest wasn’t exactly tactful in stating his opinion. He was on top of her on her couch, tv off and their bodies dry humping frantically. It left little to making her ready for his cock. Animalistic rutting started to lose her interest after the first five or six times they had done it. 

“Because it’ll make me wet. Because it will make me feel good.” She brushed her hand against his cheek. He flinched, still not used to her touch. 

“I can make you wet. Give me a minute.” Ettore forced his tongue down her throat. 

She whimpered, pushing against his throat with a squeeze. He looked a bit surprised by the gesture, lips still puckered and cock surprisingly getting harder by the pressure on his Adam’s apple. 

“Don’t you want to make me feel good, Ettore?” She was learning too. 

His name. 

On her lips. 

It made his cock twitch. 

It made him obey and relax. 

He merely nodded. 

Amelia released him from the tight squeeze. He breathed out rubbing his neck. Ettore looked into her eyes as if awaiting further instruction. She spread her legs making room for him. He looked down between her thighs. She was just in grey lacey panties, absent of any wet stain. 

“Go on then. It isn’t gonna eat itself.” 

When he didn’t move, just stared at her clothed pussy wide eyed she sighed. Amelia gently pushed his willing head to rest at her crotch. His hot needy breath fanned out against her covered core. He wrapped his hands around her thighs, spreading her further. 

“You, see? You are a natural.” Her fingers scratched in his head. Ettore gave an approving sound that made her pussy twitch a bit. “By your reaction I am guessing I’ll have to show you a thing or two about how to -”

“I’ve seen porn. I ain’t stupid. I can figure it out.” She felt his fingers start to roll her panties over her thighs. She lifted her legs to assist. 

“You know there is a difference between eating pussy and eating my pussy, right?” Those words gave him pause as he considered it. 

Fuck. 

His eyes were nearly black as he looked up from her little soft belly. 

“You can show me then. I do . . . “ He paused, brows furrowed. “I do want to make you feel good. Make you wet. Make you cum.” He nodded as if agreeing with himself. 

“Good, just be slow. Don’t dive in just yet.” Amelia danced her fingers over her plush thighs. “Kisses along the inner thighs, like a journey. Build it up, that’s it. Just like that.” 

Ettore had begun as she talked, giving slow licking kisses along her right inner thigh. As a gasp crested her lips he would switch to the other thigh. He began to suckle. She knew it would leave her pleasant little hickeys but he was doing so well. He even nibbled a bit at her skin. 

“You are doing so well. See.” She moved his hand from her one thigh to pet her wetting slit. 

His nose twitched as if an animal catching the scent of his prey for the first time. He followed his nose to her cunt sniffing a bit. His nose teased along her slit making her whimper and say his name. Her body arched in pleasure as he gave her a licking kiss. 

“Fuckin hell!” He said, nudging his nose into her. “You taste so fuckin’ good!” His lips began to loudly suckle at her core. “Holy shit! You are leaking.” He lapped up her juices making her squirm. “Shit, it’s getting me so fuckin hard! God, you taste good.” His fingers spread her open. His tongue went to journey inside her. 

“Thought you’d like it.” 

She didn’t have time to say much else. The next sounds that left her lips were not audible in the slightest. Ettore began eating her out like a predator that finally caught its prey. Her thighs were on his shoulders as he concentrated on getting as much arousal out of her as humanly possible. Her hands pushed him down further screaming his name as her eyes rolled back. 

“Suck my clit, baby!” Amelia shouted, riding his face. 

He struggled to get his mouth from her. 

She let him go for a moment. 

“Show me where it is!” He said almost in a panic. “I need to make you cum!” 

It was almost a demand. This man had gone from ‘what’s in it for me?’ to ‘I’ll die if I can’t make you feel good’ as soon as his lips tasted her pussy juices. She noticed one of his hands was in his tight black boxers stroking himself hard with desire. 

“You can just fuck me. You don’t -”

“How can I make you cum in my mouth, Amelia?!” He was nearly furious, nearly feral. 

Amelia moved her fingers forward finding the small bud where he neglected to touch her. A man like Ettore could not be bothered with pleasuring a woman by worshipping her most sensitive bud. Yet as soon as he laid eyes on it, she knew. He’d be attached to it for the rest of his life.

He paid too much attention to the engorged pearl. His lips sucked it. The tip of his tongue swirled around it. He focused every ounce of his energy on it. She lost herself completely. It felt like the best out of body experience in the world. 

“I’m gonna cum!” She screamed out gripping the cushion and the back of the couch. 

She surged forward crying out his name. A wave of wet, hot pleasure sprang from her into Ettore’s mouth. He did not hesitate to catch it. He lapped up every bit of her, hungrily and thankful for the gift she gave him. Even as she came down from her fuckin’ fantastic orgasm he was still drinking in her pussy. He was still holding her twitching thigh with one hand and stroking his softening cock with his other. Her pussy lips were a little sore and reddened but he still lazily licked her. 

“You are too good at that.” Amelia said with a hoarse laugh. 

“Yeah?” He gave her soft inviting kisses on her slit. “I could do this all day. Fuckin’ eat you out. God you are perfect. So fuckin beautiful.” He ran his hands up her thighs to the side of her hips.

“You never thought about going down on a -”

“Never had the chance. Besides, thought it might taste bad.” She smacked his head lightly after he said this. Ettore gave a little grin, chin on her belly. “But I don’t think I have ever tasted something so good in my life. It’s so good. You are so good.” 

She ruffled his hair. He cooed appreciatively. 

“You want to stay the night again?” He nodded at her suggestion. She could see he felt warm and safe here, between her legs, with her. “Or . . .” He looked up at her, curious. She ran her thumb over the bridge of his nose to his lower lip. She thought he might bite it, but instead he kissed it. “You can stay . . . for good?” 

“Yeah?” He looked so happy. If she ever thought about rejecting him that look told her she would never be able to let him go. “I can?” 

“On the couch. Just on the couch. But yes, Ettore, stay with me.” Amelia lifted his chin. 

She pulled him into an embrace. It was different. They fucked. They kissed. They had their fun, but this embrace .  .  .  this was not the embrace of a hungry mad man looking for sex no matter the cost. This embrace was a man who finally found acceptance in the best place possible. 

She felt from that hug he would never let her go. 

He had. 

But she didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts. 

She had him back now, no matter how odd or dire the circumstances. 

Amelia was grateful to leave solitary. She was also sure Dr. Dibs released her early because of an appointment she had. Usually the procedure seemed rather meaningless, but now that she had been with Ettore her nerves settle in her belly. 

“We’ll begin preparing you for your egg retrieval at the start of your next cycle.” Dr. Dibs stated as she pulled a tool from her vaginal cavity. Amelia winced at the sentence and at the tool dragging inside her. 

“What does that entail?” She tried to sound as uninterested as possible. 

“Medications and hormone injections. You’ll be visiting me more often in the next month or so.” Dibs wheeled her chair over to the desktop typing something in. “We’ll have to negate some sedatives as they’ll interfere with the process. Once we have enough eggs we’ll inject the sperm to create a batch of healthy embryos.” 

She swallowed at the thought. 

Everything was becoming so real. It made her head spin. 

“And if I refuse?” She shifted in the stirrups. 

“You can’t and you won’t.” Dr. Dibs didn’t even look at her when she said this. “In a few months you’ll have a child growing inside you. Perhaps you will survive the birth.” 

It seemed unlikely. 

It seemed unlikely the baby would either. 

“Doesn’t it seem cruel to bring a child into the world with murderers for parents?” She wondered, trying to speak to an ethical side to the doctor. Though Amelia suspected there was not an ounce of ethics inside her. 

“Not everyone is a murderer on board.” She typed in a note, reading a label off a bottle. “Ettore, for example, was not convicted of murder.” 

The young woman blinked. 

She had been told Ettore was a rapist, which she had already known, but she had convinced herself he had upgraded in their time apart. 

“If not a murderer then . . .” 

“Twenty seven counts of rape or attempted rape.” Dibs said matter of factly. 

Sloppy Ettore. 

“Besides, it will be a good case study in nature versus nurture if the child survives.” She finished the last of her notes before turning to Amelia. “You may go now.” 

 Amelia spent the rest of her day doing chores. She was on kitchen duty for the first time, which she thought was a load of shit. 

Right, give the serial killer a knife . She thought with a sigh. 

“Heard you are the next on the chopping block.” Nansen said, smashing a butcher knife hard into a head of lettuce. Amelia was peeling carrots. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her brows furrowed in confusion, but also anger. Mostly anger. 

“Sorry,” The pale blonde’s voice grew soft. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Just the rumor is Dibs wants to put a baby in you.” 

“Yeah, so?” Her fingers picked at the carrots shredded skin. 

“Well, all the women who have gotten pregnant have died.” Nansen said soft again. 

“I got a little over a year to enjoy myself. I was never getting out on Earth so why does it matter if I die giving birth to some little squirmer I’ll never see.” She said it as if trying to convince herself she didn’t care if she died. 

She did care. 

She cared because she had something to live for. 

Ettore. 

Her Ettore. 

“Who’d you pick? Not as if Dibs gives you a choice.” Nansen was moving her lithe fingers to chop at the lettuce. “But if you did, which of the men would you pick to father your baby?” 

She didn’t give Nansen an answer. 

Instead she said nothing. 

Instead she remembered when pregnancy had almost been at her fingertips. 

The soft background music of the grocer played on as she stared up. 

Amelia had been looking up at the box for what felt like forever. She plucked at the hair tie on her wrist, snapping it, once, twice, then three times in succession. It was a blue box, very well labeled that it was for early detection pregnancy. 

She was a week late. 

Normally Amelia wouldn’t worry. Her cycles were irregular. The birth control pill she was on made them that way. This felt different though. Her breasts had been a bit tender. Though Ettore had bitten them a bit last night. It had caused her to slap him a little too hard. He had apologized profusely which had led him making up to her by going to the store witth her. Usually he stayed in the flat, but she needed to get loads of groceries, having not gone out in some time, so she had asked for his help. 

He was off somewhere with the cart and her list, while she stared up at the variety of tests. Early detection would probably be the best option. Her throat grew a bit dry as she reached up for it. She felt the sharp edges of the box in her hand turning it about. Her manicured clear nails trailed over the lettering. 

Pregnancy. 

“What you have there?” 

She looked over to see Ettore with a half full cart. Bless him for putting in the effort. He even picked out a good rotisserie chicken, nice and crispy. His eyes glazed over leaning forward in a red tank top and jean shorts. The small chain she had given him for Christmas that year was tucked inside. His nose leaned out to catch sight of the box. 

She showed it to him. 

His face looked over it indifferent then to her face. 

“You late?” He merely wondered. 

“Just a week.” She told him, a bit relieved by the reaction. 

“That’s not that long.” He told her. “But can’t hurt to check yourself over. Put it in the cart.” 

She did. Tossed it in as if it were an essential item or a bag of crisps. They didn’t talk about the test sitting in the cart as they retrieved the last items. She merely mused over how she was surprised he got all the right brands and products. Ettore merely shrugged stating they were dating and living together long enough for him to know her habits. 

She gave him a sweet kiss before they rolled up to check out. 

Once they arrived at the flat, Ettore grabbed a cart from inside to take the groceries upstairs. He watched her. They steadied in the elevator, groceries squeezed in between them, as she plucked her hair tie. 

“I’ll put the groceries away. You go take the test. I can see it’s weighing on you.” He had leaned over putting a comforting arm around her kissing her temple. “It’ll be alright, love.” 

This Ettore was far different then the stalker she had found in the club years before. 

This Ettore would be a good father if things went that way. 

She went right to the bathroom, locking herself inside with the box making indents in her hands as she crushed it slightly. Amelia heard Ettore wheel the cart inside, beginning to put away the groceries. She fumbled with the box. 

Fuck. 

Why was she breathing so hard? 

She had never had a pregnancy scare before. Not with Ettore or anyone before him. It was okay though. She just had to take the test. Then she could start worrying or relaxing. 

Amelia pulled open the wrapper releasing the thick white stick. She turned over the box reading the instructions, once, twice, then a third time. She heard Ettore was shifting some things in the refrigerator. She had to focus on this. This was her job at the moment. 

See if she was carrying his baby. 

She put a soft hand to the flesh of her belly before continuing. 

She peed on the stick. 

She waited. 

Three minutes, it said.  

Amelia decided she wasn’t going to leave the bathroom until she knew the results. She heard Ettore bring the cart out of the apartment. She settled on the toilet pulling at her hair tie again. 

Once.

Twice.

Three times in succession. 

Her mind wandered over the possibility that she was in fact pregnant.

Would he be happy?

Would she be happy?

What could two people, two monsters, like them have to offer a little innocent life?

How could she bring life into this world when she had taken so many lives before? Not that they didn’t deserve to meet their end, but . . . even thinking that way. How could she raise a fully realized person with thoughts like that sweeping her mind? 

He cared though. He cared about her so much. Amelia could see that in the way he had reacted to her reaching for the test. There was a version of him that would have screamed. Told her it wasn’t his. 

Left. 

But she could hear him shuffling about the flat. She could hear him turn on the telly and put the oven to be preheated for dinner. She could hear him beginning to chop up the broccoli they had picked out together. 

Domestic. 

Their lives had grown to be so domestic now that they had each other. 

If there were two lines, they could do it. 

Together, they could raise their baby. 

Her phone vibrated as the three minutes were up. 

Amelia popped the cap off to look. 

She felt a pit of disappointment settle in her empty belly. 

She stepped out of their bathroom.

“It’s negative.” She held up the stick, only one line and a stark white naked space beside it. 

He was putting a timer on turning his head to see her. The stick held now at her side was barely visible. Ettore smiled soundly, nodding his head. 

“See? Nothing to worry about.” He then really looked at her. The way she held herself was clear, something was held up in her mind. “Hey, come here.” He stepped in front of the counter in the kitchen making his way to her as she stood uncertain and motionless. 

Amelia took him in. She held him tight to her, unsure if she felt like she was going to cry or throw up. She just held onto him. The young woman squeezed onto her boyfriend not sure what she needed from him. 

“You wanted it?” He asked, rubbing the back of her head. She nuzzled her nose into his red tank top. 

“No.” She wasn’t even certain if that was the right answer. “I don’t know. Maybe. A little. I spent three minutes getting used to the idea and then it was .  . . gone.” She hadn’t lost a baby. There was no baby to begin with. No pregnancy to speak of. 

“I’d make a shit dad. Probably better off -” 

“No, you wouldn’t.” She looked up at him. He gave her a weary look. 

“Yeah you’re just -” 

“The Ettore I first met, yeah, I wouldn’t trust him with a hamster, but you, now,” She reached for his face. She held his cheeks, his strong jawline set uncertain by her soft touch. “You’d make a great dad. You know why? Because you care about me. You care about me more than yourself sometimes and that . . . that makes a good father. The baby would be a part of me, by default you’d care about it.” 

He looked at her as if he had never thought about it like that. 

“I’d be a good dad?” He questioned himself and more just let the statement fall into place in the world. 

“You would, Ettore. The best.” 

Amelia could not sleep that night. 

Her mind was plagued with thoughts of dying. Horrible visions of dying in childbirth became her daydreams. It did not help that her sedatives were taken from her. She really did try to sleep, but her mind then went back to what she really wanted. 

What she really needed. 

Ettore. 

She saw him in the hallway. He was sitting against the wall he stood at when he would look at her and jerk himself stupid. Instead he was cross legged like she always was. He opened and closed his hands, mesmerized by the motion. 

“You drugged or something?” She settled hard beside him. 

“Nah, just thinking about pretending you were across from me and having a wank.” He grinned at her letting his eyes rake over her body. “Didn’t think you’d come.” 

“Don’t I always cum for you, baby?” She teased letting her flesh meet his, arm to arm. 

His mouth hung open slightly. Ettore glanced down at her hand. She noticed he was looking at that beauty mark. She placed her hand on his bare thigh. He put his hand on the other side so his thumb could gently circle that little spot. Her head slowly lulled to his shoulder reminding her of lazy days on her couch. 

His couch. 

Their couch. 

“Dibs is gonna put a baby in my belly.” She said it so softly she hoped Ettore didn’t hear. 

“The fuck?” He didn’t stop his motion, but his eyes shot up at her. 

“Teeming with eggs. Perfect womb. It’s what got me here so I only have about a ye-” 

“No, don’t say that. Never fuckin’ say that!” She moved her other hand as he nearly shouted at her. 

Her hand covered his mouth. 

She could see the rage fester in his eyes. 

“We are living on borrowed time, Ettore. Can’t you see that?” She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want him to leave her again. 

Amelia supposed this time she’d be doing the leaving. 

Permanently. 

She slowly moved her hand away from his mouth. 

“Doesn’t mean I have to accept it.” He growled in a low whisper. 

“I came here for you. You know that right?” Amelia touched the side of his face stroking his cheek. “Despite everything I came for you.” 

“You always cum for me.” He said cheekily. “But you ain’t dying. I’m not gonna let you die.” 

She was glad for that. 

She was glad he was willing to fight. 

“If you want me to live then I will. I’d do anything for you.” 

The beach. 

The blood. 

The screams. 

A kiss. 

His hand . . . gone in the wind. 

They were memories she supposed he was making up for. 

They were memories that were coming to fester at the surface. 

[natimiles]

What do you meeeeaaan? I see so many people playing it! HASIUESAEUSAIEHA

This interaction still is my favorite

[lucerothings1]

LINK FROM GREY'S ANATOMY SMUT PLEASE

Warnings: gay sex, top link, bottom reader, oral, ass eating, missionary position, and sorta 69.

Summary: you and link finally have a day off together and decide to spend it the best you both know how.

“Hey Link I’m gonna head out when dose your shift end” you poked your head into a hallway asking your husband since it was midnight and your shift had just ended in Grey’s Sloan for the night as for you both did not work tomorrow.

“Hey yeah I just need to go check up on one last patient and where good to go home” link said to you giving a response to your question. Okay I’ll wait out in the car” you told link as he kissed you in acknowledgment as he walked away to the patient and you to your car.

“Hey open up” link said as he knocked on the car window waking you up since you had drifted off to sleep. “Sorry I’m just really tired” “yeah me to let’s get home and sleep”

As you where now both at your house both already showered and laying next to each other in bed talking about how both your days were.

*Timeskip

It was now morning as you and link had fell asleep in between each others arms now as you felt eyes on you. “What you looking at Dr. Lincoln” “just looking at my husband Dr. ( your last name)” link said in response for looking at you sleep as you both continue to lay with one another.

“Well I mean we have the day off and the kids are with Amelia so we have to whole house to enjoy ourselves” you said to link as you got on top of him.

“Mm you know your right babe” link said as he got a hold of your waist as you started to rock your ass on his bulge that you could feel start to grow underneath you.

“Mm your already hard Dr. Lincoln” you said in a teasing tone “well look what you do to me babe” he said as reached under you and pulled off his underwear to show off his rock hard 10 inch cock.

As you reached to grabbed ahold of his manhood “I guess you could use a hand down here right baby” you said “no I’m good but I could use your mouth babe” he said to you as you obeyed laying down on in between his legs as you kissed his tip and started to suck on it.

“Mm babe please don’t be a tease” he moaned as you started to put in the rest of his cock in your mouth grabbing a hold the rest of the inches you still couldn’t fit in. “Mm your really good at that babe” link softly moaned out as he reached under your chin to pull you off.

“What, what happened” you said to link looking to his eyes. “Nothing your great I just really need to eat your ass out” he said smirking as he formed circles with his finger mean for you to turn around.

As you know removed your underwear and had your ass up to his face and your face facing his cock as you got ahold of it once again and begun to suck it as he begun to stretch your hole with his hands leaving your hole wide in display for him as you then felt his tongue work on your ass.

“Mm-agh” you gagged on his cock and your spit as he continued yo eat you out. “Oh babe your ass is truly amazing” he praised you as he dived his tongue back to work on opening your ass for his member.

“Oh fuck I’ma cum babe” he said as he pulled one of his legs on top of your head pushing all of his cock into your throat causing you to gag on his cock as you felt pulsing cock start to leak cum inside your throat as you swallowed it all and sucked him dry after.

As he continued to eat you out now starting to push in some of his fingers causing you to moan out load as he begin to really stretch you out now as he now had three of his long fingers in you.

“Oh baby please I need you inside me” you pleaded to link as he pulled out his fingers and giving you a tap to your ass. “Come on baby lay on your back” he said as you once again obeyed him as he reached for the lube and a condom from in his night stand as you reached out for his hand.

“Don’t I wanna feel you” you said to him “M/n as hot as that is” “ I trust you” you said to him reassuring him as he put the condom aside and squeezed out lube on his finger tips and coated his length with it and a bit on your entrance as you shivered because of the cool liquid.

As he now kneed into the bed as he patted your legs smirking as you lifted your legs up. “Come on in Dr. Lincoln” you said as he begun to stroke himself a bit as you felt his tip start to enter your hole.

“Oh fuuuck” you moaned out as he pushed in now all of himself into you. “ Ah-mm I forget how tight and warm you are around me babe” he said as he gave you time to adjust to his size.

“You can move now and- um link don’t hold back” you breathed out to him as he begun to rock his hips in and out of you in a slow and teasing pace with a teasing grin on his smug face as he started a faster pace.

As he reached down to touch stroke your aching and pulsing dick causing you to moan even more. “Oh shit babe you make the most beautiful sounds for me and you take my cock so well” he breathed heavily as he rocked his hips faster.

“Oh fuuuucck I’m gonna cum link” you moaned out as he stroked your dick faster “Me to Oh cum for me M/n” he said as you exploded all over his hand and your chest and he cummed inside your ass painting your insides white as he fucked you through both your highs.

“Oh fuck that was good can we go again” link said as he continued to be inside you now feeling his own cum soiling inside you. “Oh wouldn’t want to throw that away” he said as he pulled out and shoved it back inside as you felt him hard again.

“Really your hard again” you sighed heavily “yeah and looks like you are to” he said as you looked down to find your self with a hard on again “Yeah okay round two” you said as you pulled him down locking your lips on to his as you both now had almost the whole day fucking in bed only to get up and eat and continuing again after till the night.

[lala3244]

When the protectors are gone

Hello! First time writing for obey me ! I hope you will like it.

This is a first part, but depending of the response I might do more as I have a lot of ideas for the rest.

Also, english isn't my first language so I am sorry for any grammatical errors and other... and I didn't proofread it.

I wanted to say that the beginning is quite gorish but it's not the aim of my story :) so it stops after the description

WARNING: Description of torture, blood, cutting, eating flesh (if you think of anymore)

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I have been for a few months as an exchange student in the Devildom, getting used to it was hard but it got harder when Lord Diavolo decided to bring another human for the exchange program. All the demons got infatuated with the new student, Amelia and I understood them. She was prettier and sweeter and nicer, and everything I wasn’t. The few times I talked to her I couldn’t blame the demons for loving her more but it didn’t lessen the betrayal I felt. I was becoming a nuisance to them when they had to walk with me to RAD when they’d rather be with her. If she wanted to talk to me, they would always come and interfere with our discussion. It was actually nice to speak to another human being but they wouldn’t let us or not for long. My only friends were the other exchange students from Purgatory Hall. They liked Amelia but they didn’t forget me and they saw what the brothers were doing to me. I would spend all my free time with them. 

One time, I even spent a whole week with them and none of them noticed it until Amelia pointed out that I was gone. I would walk to RAD with all of them but once the boys from the Purgatory Hall greeted me, they would all leave without even a glance. I tried to keep a happy front whenever I was with the angels as they did everything they could to make me happy but once I was at the Hall of Lamentation being ignored by everyone, my facade would crack and I would hide in my room. They never called me when dinner was ready. It was always Amelia who came to fetch me. I couldn’t hate her, she’s never done anything wrong and she was always thoughtful. We would get on great if it weren’t for the brothers always snatching her away. I felt truly alone, my protectors were gone even though they were just a few feet away from me but never caring. I guess I was destined to always be alone .

One day, we all walked to RAD but this time the two angels and the sorcerer weren’t there to greet me. I still followed the group but as usual they were ignoring me. I could see Amelia looking over her shoulders and trying to bring the attention to me but she failed several times. I sighed, annoyed with all of that. I decided to visit Lord Diavolo and ask him if I could go back to the human realm for a few days. I was walking towards his office when I could sense people looking at me. It had been like that for a few weeks now. I sped up, worried and I was almost running when I bumped into the Prince. He caught me and laughed. I smiled, embarrassed by what had just happened. “Hmm, Good morning Diavolo, I wanted to see you and ask if I could go to the human realm for a few days please?”. He looked at me but then shook his head and answered negatively. I stopped listening to what he was saying and walked away with tears in my eyes. 

I went to the bathroom to calm down, I couldn’t believe he would refuse me this simple request when I have been having a hard time because of him and them. He used to call me over to his castle to have tea but now he called Amelia all the time. While I was standing in front of the mirror, five demons entered the room, chattering. They all stopped when they saw me. I looked at them through the mirror and I saw them looking at each other with a dark grin on their faces. One of them approached me, and cornered me against the sink. My heart was beating faster and I was starting to get scared. Never before, other demons would approach me. I guess they all saw how the brothers treated me and that I was left on my own device for a few weeks now. 

The demon close to me started to say “Well, isn't it the human all alone.” The demon smiled but it wasn’t in any way friendly. The other four after summoning their demon form started to get closer and the first demon grabbed my wrist. I tried to snatch it away but the others moved all at the same time and grabbed each of my limbs. They roughly put me down on the floor. I hit my head on the floor and got dizzy. I tried to scream but a hand was on my mouth before a sound could escape. They shredded my clothes leaving me in my underwear. I tried to move but I couldn’t. Two of the demons were on my left leg, they started to cut through my skin with their claws. I closed my eyes at the pain but suddenly I felt an even worse pain. I looked to see one of them biting a morsel in my leg. I was terrorised by the scene, I was being eaten alive by demons. 

While this happened, the one holding my left arm dislocated it and started to cut through the flesh of my armpit as a butcher would do to prepare the meat they would sell. The one muffling me was cutting through my cheek, going over and over to deepen the wound. The one holding my right arm cut through the top of my chest leaving shallow cuts that he would go over again to make them deep. The one holding my right leg was carving letters on my stomach, first a “W” then a “H”. I managed to scream for a few seconds when the one with their hand on my mouth took it off to wipe their hands on their shirt. They would all talk to each other while torturing me, they were so proud they could finally have a human body to play with and they couldn’t wait to have my soul which was the brightest they’d ever seen. During this traumatic experience, I could hear a door opening and all of a sudden they all stopped doing what they were doing and looked at the door. I started to cry even more, closing my eyes, believing it was another one of their friends but in a few seconds, the hands that were touching me left one after the other. I could hear some noise but I was so overwhelmed by the pain that it didn’t register in my mind. Suddenly, I felt someone grabbing me gently and holding me close to their chest. I finally opened my eyes and saw Mammon, cradling me and saying “I’m sorry” over and over. I turned my head and saw 5 bodies standing up in reverse with their heads inside the floor of the bathroom. 

I giggled at the sight, delirious from the pain and probably from the blood loss. I looked at Mammon and using my “healthy” hand, I cupped his cheek wiping the tears flowing from his eyes. He was rocking me, eyes staring at the blood on the floor, repeating “sorry”. I tried to snap him out of it and slowly he looked at me, eyes watery. I smiled at him, relieved and thankful that he saved my life. “Mammon?”. He snapped out of it and grabbed his D.D.D. I could hear the conversation, Lucifer seemed pissed that Mammon interrupted him because of me but he heard the urgency in his brother’s voice and caved in to come and see what it was about. The first born arrived a few minutes later, annoyed and saw the five bodies upside down with their heads stuck on the floor, he stopped but he carried on looking. He saw the big puddle of blood just in front of us and he saw my form shivering in Mammon’s arms, bloody. He stood there speechless for a few seconds before moving into action. He called Barbatos for him to bring some medicine and he knew that Solomon, the sorcerer, was back from his errands so he would be available to tend to my wounds. Simeon, the angel who was back from the celestial realm, heard the commotion and entered the room. He gasped loudly and ran to kneel next to me using his healing powers to stop the bleeding.  Unbelievably, I was still awake after the ordeal and could hear and feel everything. Solomon arrived shortly after Simeon and also knelt near me, looked at me to assess the injuries, he noticed my dislocated shoulder and put it back in place while I screamed and Everyone was quiet for a while. He soothed me down with sweet words telling me I was strong and I should be proud of myself. I laughed bitterly as my eyes were tearing because of the irony. I was just a meek human in a world of demons and they had the upper-hand if it weren’t for another demon. Mammon was still cuddling me, whispering words I couldn’t understand as all my senses were overwhelmed in pain. Solomon and Simeon spoke between them and decided that I should stay with them. Despite my pain, I stopped them and told them I wanted to be in my room. Diavolo had agreed that I could bring my cat IF he stayed in my bedroom and I agreed to it as my cat was a scaredy cat so I wanted to stay in my room with my cat. If I had to heal he would help me. They each looked at each other but they all agreed silently. Mammon stood up as if I weighed nothing and started to walk back to HoL. During the walk I fell asleep, comforted by the second born’s warmth and steady breathing. 

When I woke up, I was in my bed, my cat curled up in my arms but I was still wearing the same clothes that I was wearing when I was attacked. I felt someone moving and I heard “So you awake?” I looked up and saw the beautiful angel sitting down on the bed next to me. I smiled, happy to see a friendly face. I started to scratch my face but Simeon stopped me, I looked at him confused. “You were going to scratch your wound on your cheek, it would be a bad idea.”. Then I realised that I was covered in deep wounds that would throb every second. I removed the sheet off my body with my valid arm and saw all the blood covering me. I sighed, it will be difficult to take a shower in the next few days as I couldn’t move my left arm. I started to speak embarrassed “Simeon? I need to take a shower and get some clean clothes, do you… do you think you can help me?” I didn’t look at him but I heard him hum in agreement and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running and took my D.D.D to look at the time. It was late evening, I slept all afternoon and missed dinner but still I had no messages from any of the brothers or of Lord Diavolo. My heart sank a bit, disappointed by the lack of worry from my supposedly protectors. 

The angel arrived and picked me up, princess style, careful of not touching or putting any pressure on my wounds. We entered the bathroom and he put my feet on the floor and I tried to stay up without falling down. I put my valid arm on his forearm to keep myself from falling. I could see he was a bit embarrassed at the situation and so was I but I couldn’t ask anyone else. 

I started to unbutton my uniform and Simeon helped me with the rest, he helped me to get inside the bath and as I sat down with great difficulty because of the cuts on my leg, he undressed himself. He sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my head back on his chest and we stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. I started to relax, enjoying the angelic aura he was emitting. I put my hands on his and started to stroke them, they felt so soft, it was really soothing. After a while, I put my hair in the water to get rid of the blood in them and he grabbed my bottle of shampoo to pour some on his hands. He washed my hair taking his time to take the dried blood out. I hummed in delight at the fact that someone was looking after me. He helped me rinse my hair and wash the parts of my body I couldn’t get. 

When I was cleaned, he picked me up from the waist to stand up so I wouldn’t put too much pressure on my injured leg. He grabbed a towel and wrapped me in it. He picked me up again and laid me down on the bed. I looked at him quizzically. “Solomon was home concocting a balm to help with your wounds so we will have to apply it on clean skin.” I nodded and Solomon arrived at that moment. I moved the towel so it was around my chest. They both knelt next to me each on one side and started applying the balm onto my body. If I weren’t in pain I would have been really embarrassed at the situation; naked, on my bed, with two beautiful men who were massaging my body. I don’t know what spell he used but once the concoction was applied, I could feel the cuts and bites getting healed slowly and the pain was fading away. I was falling asleep as the massage seemed to last longer than it should have but I was not one to complain and when they stopped I opened my eyes. I gazed at the two men who were watching me with an indescribable look. I smiled slowly and asked them to help me get dressed for bed. Simeon agreed to help and put me to bed. “Simeon? Could you stay till I fall asleep please?”, “Of course, darling, whatever you need.” I cuddled up to his side and fell asleep straight away. 

I woke up with my alarm and felt a weight on my chest. I turned around and saw some white-haired coming from under the duvet. I frowned as Simeon had black hair and in my mind half asleep, it didn’t make any sense. I removed the duvet and realised it was Mammon. I laughed quietly at my stupidity and tried to move but the arm around me kept holding me tighter. I slightly nudged Mammon to wake him up and he groaned. I finally got free from him and sat up. My mind was getting clearer and nudged the demon again and asked him why he was there. He mumbled something I didn’t get so I leaned over him and asked the question again. He opened his eyes and got flustered at our closeness. I smiled gently and waited patiently for him to answer. He regained his composure somehow and explained that he couldn’t fall asleep so he came to see and saw the angel watching me sleeping and told him he could take over so Simeon could go back home and sleep. I nodded, happy with his reply. I took my phone and sent a message to Simeon, asking if he got home okay and thanking him for everything he did for me. He replied with a few typos but I got his message. I needed to put some ointment on my injuries in the morning. 

I stood up to have some breakfast without waiting for the second born but I had forgotten a tiny problem. STAIRS! I had trouble bending my left knee as some tendons were irritated by the claws’ marks. So I breathed in, held the ramp and took one step at the time. I heard people chatting downstairs so some of my housemates were already up. I was actually dreading seeing them, I didn’t want to see pity in their eyes. They should feel guilty, not pity. I didn’t have time to finish my thought as someone picked me up. “Ya’re lucky the Great Mammon feels pretty generous so I’ll help ya get down those stairs!”. I laughed “Thank you, Oh Great Mammon!”. He lowered me down at the bottom of the stairs and we walked arm in arm to the breakfast room. When we entered, everyone stopped talking and they were all staring at me. Amelia gasped loudly, her eyes watering. I guessed Lucifer downplayed what happened so the other wouldn’t worry too much. Mammon helped me sit down on my chair and went to grab a plate with all the food he could put on it. I looked at everyone around the table and they were all looking away from me, guilt showing on their faces. I was smirking, glad they were feeling this way even though I had to be tortured for them to remember I existed. Lucifer, who was also avoiding my gaze, told me that I was to stay home while I healed and each day one of them would stay with me for the day. I nodded, wondering how awkward our days were going to be…

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Thank you for reading till the end.

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[still-a-morosexual-help]

Here's how my naming with game MCs have gone so far

Obey Me! : Named my MC Eliza (short for A-Lizard) Ramskin (because they're represented by a ram/sheep in the game)

• the game makes a chocolate lizard keychain a significant part of MCs relationship with Mammon

• one of the characters calls MC a "wolf in sheep's clothing")

Twisted Wonderland : Named my MC Roo (because it rhymed with the name suggested by the game and also after the baby kangaroo from winnie the pooh)

• googled up Roo to see if it's a real name and it means "Companion; Friend; Neighbour".

• the game uses MC as mostly just a POV for the player. Their biggest moment of significance in the game so far is that they're Malleus's first proper Friend

Love Island the game S6: Named my MC Lia (short for Emilia because the game suggested Emily)

• the game gives MC a surprise twin named Amelia

Bonus Round

Last Legacy: made my MC tall, lean, tan, with shoulder-length blue hair

• MC's narrative foil in the game, whom MC "replaces", and MC is initially mistaken for is tall, lean, tan with shoulder-length pink hair

[yuuka-twst-official-unofficial]

Introducing Yuuka!

Twisted Wonderland x Obey Me x Diabolik Lovers(I hate everything about this except Yui and I do not condone the actions within DL)

Inspiration from: Genshin Impact, Demon Slayer, UTMV, BNHA, Tokyo Revengers

The world is split into many nations, each nation a nation of different things(such as Teyvat in Genshin), the place we are starting at today is the nation of war(Natlan parallel)...

Meet the Fujiwara family!

The family consists of father Ken Fujiwara(5'5), a successful Japanese businessman, and Amelia Fujiwara(6'5), also know as a retired successful French model and singer Lana Amelia, and their five children.

Their eldest, the deceased gang leader with a heart and personality as bright as her rainbow dyed hair, Nanaka Fujiwara(oc), who died to protect her family and especially siblings from the rival gangs, Nanaka is practically if Mavuika(Genshin Impact) and Princess Celestia(MLP) had a lovechild who was literally Furina de Fontaine(Genshin Impact) incarnate- She also dressed very similar to Mavuika, she is now a high ranking angel in the celestial realm known as "The second Lilith" or just simply "Eve".(not an inactive character, instead an op one!-) As previously stated Nanaka has long straight black hair dyed rainbow and she is a somewhat terrifying height of 6'2-

Next, the triplets, the eldest being Mai-Chiya "MC" Fujiwara, the middle being our lovely Yuuka Fujiwara and the youngest Yui Fujiwara, each of the sisters was extremely traumatized by the death of their sister, Yui loosing her will to live and dream, and MC and Yuuka loosing their faith in humanity, as Nanaka was dying Yui held her body crying as MC and Yuuka "put an end" to the people who killed her. MC is the shortest of the three at 5'2, having curly black hair that she dyes pastel pink and purple and she's the only one of them to have their fathers more tan skintone as all the others have their mothers pale skintone and her body type is "thick fit". Yuuka is the tallest of the three at an impressive 5'9, they have short black hair and dress and act so masculine many people make the joke that she's "The other Fujiwara son", they have a very short and erratic temper that for some reason Grim is the only one other than her sisters who can calm her. Yui is between her older sisters at 5'5, she's usually one of the first family members you'd meet and you would definitely think she's the tallest of the family until you meet Yuuka, Nanaka or Amelia(no real appearance descriptors bcs it's pretty much as canon).

The youngest of the family is the only son, Azrael Fujiwara(oc), born with strange eyes and half black, half blonde hair, he's ultimately the strangest of the Fujiwara family, some believe him to be the result of Lilith's sins, a demon, an angel, or just a monster, and he has to agree with the monster part.

Who they're based on:

Ken: Draken(TokRev/appearance), Guy Fieri(personality), Abyss mage(Genshin Impact/build)

Amelia: Mother Miranda(RE8/Manipulative personality), Lana(WWE/Regular personality), Tsaritsa(Genshin Impact/appearance aka what she is believed to look like), Tiffany Valentine(Bride of Chucky/appearance and personality)

Nanaka: Mavuika(Genshin Impact/build, appearance, power and personality), Princess Celestia(MLP/appearance and aura), Furina De Fontaine(Genshin Impact/personality), Mikey Sano(TokRev/personality), Mitsuri Kanroji(KNY/personality), Kanae Kocho(KNY/personality and aura)

MC: Chastity(OC/appearance), Mualani(Genshin Impact/ personality and appearance), Kanae Kocho(personality and aura), Raiden Ei(Genshin Impact/personality, aura and power), Tamayo(KNY/personality, aura and rage), Mirko(BNHA/personality and almost skintone but a bit lighter)

Yuuka: Scaramouche(Genshin Impact/appearance), Shinichiro Sano(TokRev/appearance), Raiden Shogun(Genshin Impact/personality), Arlecchino(Genshin Impact/personality and power), Childe(Genshin Impact/personality and power), Kinich(Genshin Impact/personality), Shinobu Kocho(KNY/personality)

Yui: Canon appearance, Kachina(Genshin Impact/personality), Kanao Tsuyuri(KNY/personality), Eri(BNHA/personality and power), Traveller(Genshin Impact/power{pretty much her base power is lightEri and her secondary is to copy/absorb anyone's power})

Azrael: Asriel(Undertale/personality), Collector(TOH/appearance and personality), Eveline(RE7/personality and power)

Pronouns, Gender and Sexuality:

Nanaka: AFAB, female, She/They, pansexual

MC: AFAB, non binary, She/They/It, bisexual

Yuuka: AFAB, masc female, She/They, demisexual-pansexual

Yui: AFAB, female, She/Her, straight

Azrael: AMAB, agender, He/They/It, asexual(plus he's a kid but yeah in his words "Either way...no!")

About the author: Hey there! I'm Sal or Creepz and I'm a teenager(16-18) from the USA! If you want to role play just lemme know and I hope you like my version/au! Welcome Yuuka! -Creepz

[fizzy-fuzz]

A year to remember...: Owe my soul to the company store (SCP-079 x GN reader)

previous chapters

You duck around a wall, staring down the small hallway that leads to your front door. quickly recoiling when you spot a man placing a package on your porch.

"I hope I don't need to sign..." You mumble to yourself with a whiny tone, not wanting to interact with a stranger, even if it's just a delivery driver.

"do you realize how pathetic you sound?" 079 voices his opinion from the living room, having overhead your anxious mumbling.

It's been about a week since your baking activities, and things between you and 079 feel a bit more relaxed. He still makes his comments, but they feel as if they've lost most of their bite. What's left behind seems to just be apart of 079's bitter personality.

Don't get it wrong, he still has his moments, but they don't cut you as deep anymore... You can mostly keep the peace by avoiding touchy subjects like the foundation and such.

Ugh...

The foundation...

Your opinion of them is quickly souring more and more as your day's with 079 progress. Asking him about his experiences there always leads to a brick wall, with questions unanswered.

You find it surprising that he obeys the foundation so obediently, without much protest. given his personality you'd assume he'd hate being told what to do... It gives you a weird feeling everytime he gives you that same bland response- 'Confidential information detected: foundation forbids me of speaking about such topic'

And of course when you ask Amelia about it she absolutely refuses to even approach the topic with you. Sometimes you still feel like a little kid around her, it's leaning more towards annoying then endearing nowadays...

Speaking of which, you really haven't called her in awhile. You surprise yourself given the fact that first week of 079 being here you called her almost everyday, in hopes of alleviating your internal uncomfortable feelings.

You guess you've been a bit distracted with him, since he's mellowed out... It's a nice feeling to speak to someone new...

"I'm not pathetic! It's just... Stranger danger!" You call back to 079, still waiting for the man to leave so you can grab the package off your porch.

"You're unable to see it, but I'm rolling my eyes." He replies just as unamused as before.

"You don't have eyes to roll!"

Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports drink leaves an unnaturally salty taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's here to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.

A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.

"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.

"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.

She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.

"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...

It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.

She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.

"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.

"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"

She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems.

"Hah!  Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."

He nods lightly, before continuing.

"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.

"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."

He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand

"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.

"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.

"Who else?"

She sighs, pondering the question for a moment. It was a tricky one. 682 is incredibly fond of 079, that much is clear to whomever works with it for extended periods of time. They assume 079 is mostly the reason that 682 doesn't raze the facility to the ground when it's able to breach containment- Out of fear of hurting his beloved friend.

It asks about 079 frequently, moreso these days as the months extend on since they last were permitted to talk.

She has a feeling telling it of 079 absence will be... trouble, at best, Catastrophic at worst. It wouldn't be wise, and frankly she rather save herself the headache. This sounds like a problem for the 05, not her.

Of course they choose to ignore the issue, as per usual for the higher ups... Yet 682 grows restless, asking more and more questions. She fears it's only a matter of time before it goes looking for 079 itself.

"Is it asking questions again?" She already knows the answer, but feels like she should ask anyway.

"Yeah. We're not sure what to tell it anymore. Lying will only go so far with it, and I think it's already onto us... Perceptive little bastard..." He grumbles, crossing his arms.

"When's the council gonna actually do anything useful? How long have they been trying to kill that thing? Now it feels like they've just fallen into Placating it in hopes they don't have to pay for any more damages." She frowns and nods towards the small camera in the corner of her office, always recording.

"If I were you, I'd watch what I say on the clock- and off the clock frankly... You never know when prying eyes are watching." She holds a finger to her lips, in a silent reminder for him to shush.

It's no secret many have 'gone missing' after speaking Ill of the council. She's watched many irritated and frustrated subordinates go straight to D-class after saying the wrong words...

Subordinates, and friends... It's really a shame.

She closes her eyes for a moment, clearing her mind of the gloomy thoughts. They know what they signed up for, and it's too late for them to back out now, unfortunately.

It's a dark reality for the staff of the foundation, but it's the reality regardless. Quitting always means a bullet through your skull while you're resting at night, and nobody ever lives to make it to retirement. Wishful thinking.

The foundation always prays on smart people down on their luck. Maybe they were too poor to go to college and take on a traditional route of research, or maybe they were in debt to the wrong people and needed a way out, and suddenly they have a man on their doorstep giving them a new opportunity that sounds too good to be true... Because, newsflash- it is.

It's always too late to turn back by the time you figure out that the survival rate of this job is grim.

All they can tell themselves is that at the end of the day they've given it all for the greater good of everyone. That they've thrown away their life so the rest of the world can live on.

......

"Anywho, we'll keep telling it what we have been, it really doesn't need to know more. If it finds out anyway, that can be a problem for the higher-ups. We can only do so much here."

She shrugs, and Derek scowls. She can tell there's more then a few choice words he'd like to say about the council, but he heeds her advice and keeps his mouth sealed.

"And what about the computer, has it been talking about anything it shouldn't be?" He changes the subject suddenly.

"We've been pinged a few times with alerts that the conversation was going in a direction it shouldn't, but the threat of the kill switch seems to be keeping it in check."

She's not at all surprised that Y/n has been asking about things they shouldn't, Given their unconsensual ties to the foundation via her father. It's only natural they look for information when they can.

That's something she'd had to shutdown a couple of times during their phone calls.

"I see... And have you told them about the Kill switch?" Amelia looks up at him and rapidly shakes her head.

"Goodness, no! I love them, but they're too soft. I rather not have to knock heads with them about ethics."

Derek frowns, a bit unsure of situation. She can already feel the questioning coming on; this wouldn't be the first time either... Many have given her uncertain glances at her choice of person to participate in this test.

"And you really think they're cut out for this kind of job? I mean, the foundation eats people like them alive all the time." She silences him by raising a single hand, giving him a pointed look that told him she didn't appreciate his tone.

"They aren't apart of the foundation, this is a simple task. There's minimal risk involved, if there was I wouldn't have let them do it in the first place."

She's confident with her abilities to predict the future of this. She's been working here a long, long time. She knows when to worry and when to let things play out as they should naturally.

And she's certainly not going to start questioning herself because a few underlings think they know better then her.

"I trust your judgement... I've just- I don't know... I'm a family man." He huffs out with an air of honesty, and her gaze softens at his admittance.

She remembers reading his files when she was told she had a new subordinate. Derek began working here after his mother grew deathly ill, and he didn't have the means of taking care of her.

She finds it sweet, but also saddening to an extant. He gave up his life so his mother had the chance to live for the both of them.

"You're a honorable man, Derek... I appreciate your concern for her but believe me when I say it's under control." She glances to the clock on the wall and realizes she's reached the end of her break.

"I have to get back to work" she stands and heads to her office door, pausing for a moment to glance over her shoulder at him one last time.

"I get that you feel comfortable around me, but I'd suggest you don't speak to others as we speak to each other. Remember, people are desperate to climb the ladder around here; they aren't above sacrificing others to get that... Just a word of advice. Have a good rest of your day, Derek."

And with that, she closes the door behind her and heads off to her next duty.

Happy late April fools, I lied when I said it was gonna take another week for this to come out. >:)

Tag list: @slaparoonie @079enjoyer

[justanamesstuff]

Holiii!🫂💖

Could you write a blurb of Matty's reaction to Amelia's first day of school? Like trying not to cry but failing at it because his baby has grown up really fast and she's starting a new chapter in her life🥺💖

Holiiii 🥰 A/N: Omg you just want to see me cryyy! 🥺🥺

Matty was feeding Arthur. Well, that was half the truth. He was really trying to feed his youngest. Archie was on his high chair, with his eyes half open and a plastic cup attached to his mouth. Matty was sitting beside him, holding the cup, making sure he doesn't make a big mess. His little baby looking sleepy and cute. Matty's mind drifted inevitably to Amelia.

Mel was upstairs with Y/n making sure her uniform was neat, and her bag had all the new books, pencils and all what she needed. Matty could hear her sweet and innocent voice chatting away. She was excited, Matty's heart swelling a little. He wanted to keep her inside the house with him, he didn't want her to grow up any more. It was inevitable.

"You're not going to betray me, right?" Matty asked Arthur, the boy only opened one eye wider and proceed to close it again. "We...the boys of the house...have to stick together!" he continued.

"Daddy, stop." Arthur whined, making his father chuckled. His baby hated mornings.

"I love you."

"Love you." the little boy mumbled back.

The sound of feet running closer to the kitchen startled Matty. Amelia stopped at his side. Her father left the plastic cup on the big table, turning to give her his full attention.

"Look, daddy!" she took a turn, so he can see her uniform and her hair styled for the occasion.

Matty tried really hard to contain the tears inside his eyes, Amelia looked so grown up and beautiful. His heart sank, his lips quivering visibly.

Amelia's face dropped. "Daddy? What's wrong?" she asked, coming closer to him.

"Nothing, baby." he caressed her cheek.

"Are you sad?" she titled her head. Matty smiled while his eyes continued to stream tears.

"No..." he stopped to think. "I'm just going to miss you, mel-mel."

"Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed, rounding him as best as she could, since Matty was still sitting on a chair. "Mommy says it's for a short time, and then I'll be back home to play with you and Arthur." She was so mature for his own liking, his smart girl.

Matty fell to the floor, rounding her with his arms. "I know, baby. We'll be here waiting for you to tell us everything!" he tried to cheer himself a little because Matty was far from crushing this special day for her.

"Okay, time to go." Y/n showed up in the kitchen, taking in the picture in front of her eyes.

Matty and Amelia hugging on the floor, while Arthur was passed out in his high chair. The latest made her laughed out loud.

"Come on, my dears." she kept talking, approaching Archie and taking him in her embrace. He didn't startle much. "Are we okay?" she asked, mostly for Matty.

Amelia turned around, staring at her mom. "Ready!" she screamed.

Matty pulled a face behind his daughter that warmed Y/n's heart. She was moved by her oldest baby starting school, but Matty was the one not taking it very well.

"Mhm." he managed to say, standing up.

"Okay, let go then."

Amelia turned again, taking Matty's hand without asking. She started moving towards the door, pulling him with her. Matty obeyed her command. Y/n admired them from behind, with Arthur snuggling closer to her neck. She left a kiss on his hair line, going after to brush his curls back.

[blondiest]

btw i really like the idea of near at some point living with a cat, but given that i don't think he's really interacted with animals at all throughout his life, i imagine it initially going very much how it went when my brother visited me and had to interact w my cats [my cat amelia started walking all over him and he laid there mildly distressed saying "no. no, down. off. no." while i tried to explain that she did not understand or obey commands of any kind and he would simply have to remove her from his person.]

[cas---2y5]

seeing @xfallen-flowersx's post about sam finding gabriel after s7 instead of Amelia has me thinking like-

It's post s7, Sam and Gabriel find each other somehow, and they hold on for dear life. They're each others' stabilizing force, stone number one, now that Dean is dead and all the other archangel's are dead. Things are good-ish, as good as they can be, and then Loki finds out he isn't dead. And sells them BOTH out.

Gabriel immediately becomes Asmodeus' whipping pole - a punching bag he takes all his anger out on, good for nothing but beating and stealing his grace.

But Sam, he takes Sam in as a fucked up little protege. And Sam, who just stopped seeing the devil and being mentally tortured day in and day out, is immediately being groomed so sweetly by the new king to be the perfect prince as long as he follows the rules.

So Sam obeys him. Asmodeus turns him into a yellow-eyed demon-blood-drinking pet who follows every command and in return is pampered and showered with affection. After a while, it's only Asmodeus' blood Sam's allowed to drink, the other demon blood isn't good enough for Asmodeus' special boy. So Sam also develops a taste for angel grace, which leaves Gabriel as little more than a grace factory and plaything for them both <3

[mk-writes-stuff]

Happy STS! (Ik you're busy, so feel free to put this off for however long) But which of your characters can drive (in spirit, if not actually), and do they follow traffic laws?

Happy extremely belated STS!

I’m going to have to answer this theoretically, because there is exactly one character in either of my main WIPs who can drive a car - it’s the guy who tried to turn Tatum into an angel, believe it or not, and he’s an excellent driver (no there are no cars on Ixalan, don’t worry about how he knows :))

In spirit who’d be able to drive… let me see. Belladonna is too anxious, and I think Nellie would be a bit nervous too. Rhys could never, and Sel would be highly uncomfortable. Narcissus, Ricinus, Goldenrod, and Cassiopeia all could but wouldn’t because they’d want chauffeurs.

So that leaves Cassie, who I think could drive but would obey absolutely zero road regulations. This girl would go 80kph in a 40 zone.

As for Pirates’ Roost, Amelia would be the best driver but would again obey zero regulations. This woman can and has done doughnuts in a sailing ship, a car is nothing. Azalea would also be a good driver but she’d respect a few more laws (she’d hit some people who pissed her off though). I also think Julian would be a competent driver, but they’d be the kind who actually goes the speed limit and is a bit of a road hazard about it.

Most of the others could learn but wouldn’t be thrilled about it. Worst driver goes to Breeches hand-down who wouldn’t be able to see out the windshield and wouldn’t let that stop him.

Thank you for the ask! I love thinking about these characters in modern day :)

[yoursweetheartsrevenge]

Disease - Chapter Eight - New Ways - Amelia

Summary: Ettore finds himself face to face with a new inmate, his ex. Will their tragic circumstances bring them closer together or be the end of them?

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Masterlist

Warnings: smut (p in v sex), talks of fertility treatment, mentions of sexual assault and noncon, mentions of mutilation of body parts, mentions of loved ones’ death, MINORS DNI, 18+

Word Count: 1.9K+

Author’s Note: I just love these two. Warning I sobbed writing this chapter, but I also am a big baby lol. I have an ending in mind for this series. Enjoy my friends!

Chapter 8 - New Ways - Amelia

“Give it to me.” 

It was a demand. 

Ettore fucked into her from behind, grunting and rutting as if someone might tear them apart at any moment. She was off her sedatives so every night Ettore would sneak her into an empty room or closet to fuck. Years in a relationship she knew he would immediately know why she needed sex so frequently now that she no longer had sleeping aids. Sex made Amelia tired. It had been a little over two weeks since she started the process with injections, pills, and other prodding Amelia seemed indifferent to take. 

Most of the time she was horny. 

Since he fucked her in the closet that first time on the ship it set off a spark in both of them. 

Eyes, hands, mouths were impossible to separate once they were deep into night and in each other’s presence. 

It was like the beginning of their relationship all over again. 

Animalistic rutting. 

Pure needful sex. 

She had not said those words tonight without thought. The words from two weeks prior rang in her head. She’d have a baby in her belly soon enough. Dibs was gleeful about it. 

Sadistically gleeful.

But if she had to have a baby she would rather it not be made in a lab. 

She would rather it be someone she chose. 

She would rather the baby be Ettore’s too. 

He obeyed her. He grunted, pulling her throat and torso to him with a few last powerful thrusts. His soft breath fanned against her neck, tickling her hairs. The loud whimper as he came inside her told her he was cumming hard. When he couldn’t control himself, Ettore whimpered like an uncontrolled needy little thing. 

“Good boy.” She breathed, reaching behind to pet his hair. Her fingers dipped into the blonde hair, growing longer and sexier by the day. He leaned into her touch. His sharp chin tickled her pulse. “My good boy.” 

He panted. Amelia felt how sweaty he was. Her hand hit the cool wall. His hand joined beside her. She was surprised when he began to kiss her neck. His other hand fondled her breast clad in her thin cami. She moaned growing wetter. His cock was still inside her. She realized it was no longer soft as he adjusted. 

“You tired?” Ettore whispered low in her ear between kisses. 

“No? Can’t believe you’re hard again. Fuckin’ animal.” 

At that he growled. 

She giggled. 

Fuckin’ giggled. 

She couldn’t remember the last time she was this happy. 

Maybe she could. 

It was just them. 

In bed. 

Together. 

He was holding her. They had not had sex all day. Amelia had taken the day off because Ettore had insisted. The stress at work had been getting to her too much. There was pressure on her and her team at work to prepare marketing strategies for a big name client. Her brain was itching to lash out. She may have yelled at Ettore. Said something she shouldn’t. He told her to forget anything she said. He had already forgiven her. No use dwelling on something you didn’t mean. His idea had been to lay in bed all day basking in each other’s warmth. 

They both had imagined rolling between the sheets, cumming until their voices were hoarse and every part of them was sore. 

Instead he had made her toast and eggs. 

They had eaten together in bed watching bad tv and laughing at how much they hated the program, but could not look away. 

Now as they held each other tight, all cleaned up after breakfast, he decided to draw her a bath with her favorite scents, soft scents that eased her. He checked on her to make sure she didn’t fall asleep in the tub. She wanted him to join her, but he insisted that she relax, take her mind for herself. 

She had. 

He was right. 

It felt so good. 

She did insist on one thing. 

There was lotion she bought to make her skin soft. She told him to apply it to her, massage her, dip his hands in the warm water filled with her skin and essence. They had exchanged sweet kisses that were so loving and brief it did not lead anywhere sexual. 

“What’s wrong with us?” She wondered as the water began to drain. 

“We’re comfortable, I suppose.” He pet her cheek. 

“I’ve never felt like this with anyone.” 

“Me neither.” 

She knew he had never had a relationship. Ettore never discussed exactly what his past was.

“How’d you grow up?” She didn’t know what compelled her to ask. Maybe it was how comfortable she felt now. His fingers tickled the beauty mark on her hand, staring at it gently. “I meant . . .” She didn’t know exactly what she meant. 

“My mum loved me a lot.” Oh, she hadn’t known that. “I . . .didn’t know my dad. She never talked about him. Always thought I was the result of a one night stand. We were just three. Mum, Nan, and me. Nan loved me too. That’s really the only thing I remember of Nan. That she loved me. She gave me things and she gave me hugs hello and goodbye and then . . . she was sick . . . and then . . .she was gone. Then we were just two.” The pads of his fingers swirled around her flesh, soft and pretty. “I remember so much about my mum that it hurts sometimes. How she smelt. Her hugs. What her cookies tasted like, fresh out of the oven. How she pushed me on the swings. Her kisses. Her affection. Her love. But . . . then . . . she was gone too.” 

The water had drained. 

Her body was as bare as his heart. 

“A brain aneurysm. I know it wasn’t her fault, but I was so . . . angry. I was six and I was so mad that the person who loved me most in the world would just . . . leave me alone. The only person who loved me. I promised myself I would never love anyone ever again. Especially . . .” His fingers paused. She opened her hand to hold his. He let her hold his hand as he squeezed hers back. “I was put in the system until I was eighteen. Nobody wants an angry boy who hurts people.” 

“Ettore.” It wasn’t a question. It was just a comfort. 

“It means holds fast. My name.” He crushed his fingers against Amelia’s. “Mum wanted me to be strong. To stand my ground. She knew before I was born she’d be a single parent. She wanted us to be strong together. She wanted me. Nobody has ever wanted me.” He looked up into her big hazel eyes. “Until you. My Amelia. My girl.” 

His monster. 

A personalification of what he feared and needed. 

A woman who could love him. 

A woman who could tame him. 

“You know what I’ve done.” He said darkly. “And you still let me in your bed. You still let me fuck you.” 

She swallowed looking at his lips. 

She was a sick person. 

“I was assaulted in my first year of college by my boyfriend.” He had shared his trauma. Why not share hers? “He made me do things I did not want to do.” Details in her mind made bile rise in her throat. Ettore gripped her hand tighter. “Two years later a man in an alley tried to do something like that again. I saw . . . what is it? . . . red . . . I saw red and I . . . that was the first time. Then I just . . . got addicted to putting myself in dangerous situations. A thrill. A kink. The fuck I know what I was doing, but you know what happens.”

The papers certainly did. They didn't know her, but they knew of the killer who targeted men with hidden appetites.

She’d seek out a man, someone pressed in fine clothes and predatory. 

He would always get handsy. 

She always had a very sharp knife. 

Every man that hurt her, she would hurt in return. 

She’d cut off his dick, whether he was hard or not. 

She’d watch him bleed out, die so pathetically. Amelia enjoyed watching the fear flutter in their eyes. After there was no resemblance of a living being left behind she would shove the useless member in his mouth before disposing of the body. 

She had meant to do that to him. 

To her Ettore.

But he had wanted to die. 

He had not begged for his life. 

He knew what a monster he was, just like how she knew what a monster she was. 

“We’re not those people anymore.” He told her. He held her hand in one hand and her cheek in the other. “I love you, Amelia. Nothing you do will ever change that.” 

But it had. 

That night. 

The night on the beach with so much red. 

“Stop.” She whispered as he kissed her. 

He did. 

Immediately without hesitation. 

“Okay.” It was soft and panting. “Do you want me to pull out or . . .” She knew he could feel tears falling from her face onto his hand, still paused on her chest. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” Ettore reached to touch the tears on her face. 

“I was thinking about the night you told me you loved me.” She swallowed audibly. “Said the words out loud. Not agreeing with me nodding. Not a sweet gentle kiss. You said I love you, Amelia.” 

She listened for his response.

Amelia barely could hear him breathing. 

“It’s okay if you don’t -” 

“I do.” He held her from behind. “Love you, that is.” 

Her breath caught in her throat. He squeezed her tight. 

“I . . . I don’t want you to die. But I might have killed you tonight.” His fingers ran across her belly down to the spot just below her belly and right before her mound. “If you’re pregnant. If Dibs gets you pregnant, I will do everything I can to get you back to Earth.” 

“Us, Ettore.” She held his biceps. “I’m not leaving without you. I came here for you. I am not leaving without you.” 

***

There was a small patch on the ceiling in Dibs’ office that she liked to look at during their little appointments. They certainly weren’t dates, though many of her dates did occasionally end with a hand up her twat. Amelia received zero sexual pleasure from Dibs’ examination. 

Today she was hoping it would be one of the final examinations. The woman had been monitoring her for some time now. She was nearly prepped for egg retrieval. From what Amelia understood this was a new process for Dibs having spoken to the other girls. She was even experimenting with her experiments. Ettore hadn’t liked the thought of her being poked and prodded. Nor did he like the thought of Dibs sucking her eggs from her to put -

She heard something drop. 

Something light before something glass. 

“Everything okay?” Amelia didn’t bother to look, instead opting to continue staring up at the ceiling while her ankles were nestled in the stirrups, her legs spread wide. 

“Who?” It was an angry hiss. 

Amelia tried not to let her face show emotion. 

She knew then what they had tried a few weeks earlier had worked. 

“I don’t -”

“DON’T PLAY STUPID WITH ME!” Dibs screamed knocking supplies over. “Who got you FUCKIN’ pregnant?!” 

Amelia knew who. 

She hid the flutter of a smile in her heart. 

She had never been happier.