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Marked II

Author’s Note: Hello, people! I hope all is well out there! Here is a second part of Marked! I hope that you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! My taglist, requests are open, but I’m slow with the writing here lately. I apologize!

Pairings: Alpha!Henry Cavill x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Dub!Con, Masturbation, Omegavers, Smut 

Henry Cavill M A S T E R L I S T

The room smelled of fresh pine, maple syrup, and eggs, a delightful thing to wake up to in your own house and not a stranger’s. You shift beneath the red covers, sitting up in the bed and staring at the plate in front of you. Henry had cooked; there was no walk of shame when breakfast was involved. “About time, you woke up.” The groveled voice of Henry sent sensations down your body, last night still lingered down your body. The kisses on your thighs, the bite mark on your chest. Everything raged for him.

“I didn’t mean to stay the night.” But you were not going to apologize, the sheets were soft, the food was hot, and so the hell was he. The plate called your name, and you answered, picking up the white plate with a blue rim and the fork.

“I don’t mind, I called into work, had some other things I wanted to do.” Henry cocked his thick brow and smiled. “You seemed to sleep pretty well.”

“Yeah.” You started with the bacon, savoring the sweet and salty flavor before clearing your throat. There was no doubt something in you had changed in one night. “So, where do we start?”

“I’m sorry?” He looked confused, but you were not convinced.

“You bit me…” The oversized shirt hung from your shoulder, already making it easy for you to show him the bit mark mid-chest. “Called me… omega,” You swallowed the remaining bits of your bacon.

“That’s what you are, omega.” Henry was a well-toned type of animal, his muscles flexed with each move he made, and he was bulk. And now, for some reason, the only thing you could think when he was near you was how his weight would feel on top of you.

“I don’t know what that is, and nor do I want to hear about it. I want a formal apology for you biting me, and I want you to put on a damn shirt.”

“Am I bothering you?”

“Yes.” You started on the eggs, closing your eyes as you savored the first bite swirling with butter and just the right amount of seasonings. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “Get some clothes on, pet.”

“Pet?”

“Yep.” He turned from the room and headed down the hallway that seemed narrow in comparison to him. “You have a few minutes to get dressed, and we are leaving.”

“To go?”

“Hurry up,” Henry added.

 It was odd being across the street from your own home but dressing somewhere else. He had been nifty while you slept, using your keys to get clothes from you all the while hiding them from you so you could not go home. You hopped quickly in the shower, equipped with a glass door. It was evident that he was watching; you could not determine if you were pissed or happy to put on a show.  The soaps appeared to be all-natural, the smell of the oils hitting your nose, adding a sense of calm to everything, even though you were anything but calm.

Henry had chosen another dress; you pandered between it being easy to access or the sight of your legs, being the reason why he chose them. Either way, you put on the ivory dress garnished with pink and yellow flowers with a smile, this dress made you think of home. There was no hope to comb your hair; he wouldn’t have known the right supplies anyhow. He waited stoically on the bed as you dressed, admiring you as a wolf would his prey, eyes narrowed and tongue sliding across his lips.

“See something you like.”

He chuckled. “That cocky attitude has to disappear before we head to the Den.”

“The Den.”

“You’ll see.” He stood from the bed, revealing the simple outfit he’d chosen for himself. A white t-shirt the clenched onto those muscles like a glove and dark denim jeans that perfectly hugged his ass. Damn if you weren’t near salivating yourself. “Come on.”

 The Den, it was nowhere near the one-way street downtown, like everything else. It was ‘up the way,’ as he said three or four times when you asked Henry. He liked to sing, though every note was offkey; you wanted to watch him do it. He had not one care in the world other than you, and one day in or not, it was more than any of the other men you dated had to offer. The windows were down, and the woody smell only grew stronger the further you drove down the backroad.

“I shouldn’t trust you this much, you know?”

“And why not?” Henry glanced from the road to meet your eyes.

“You could be a killer.”

“I would have killed you already if I were a killer.”

“Some wolves like to play with their food.” You quipped.

“Touché.”

The Den appeared in your view; it was an ominous as you pictured. A cabin-like bar with people standing outside around fire pits. Country. You liked the aesthetic, wasn’t precisely sure if you wanted to be a part of it. He opened the door for you, taking your hand in his to help you step out of the truck.

“Henry.” The hulk of a man walked over to the two of you, burly and covered with hair.

“Jason.” He smiled.

“Omega.” He bit his lip, “She is nearly in heat.”

“I know,” Henry whispered as he walked towards the door, he left you standing alone while he started to converse with Jason.

Every free eye in the area was on you, and the whispers had started. “Scared?” The friendly voice startled you, but he was there to catch you, chocolate eyes met yours as soon as you found your balance.

“No, for what…” You shrugged. “I don’t know these people.”

“But they know you, omega.”

“Okay… what the fuck is an omega?”

“Well, you’ve been marked.” He pointed at the bite mark on your chest. “Your scenting too.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” Henry barked, and the guy scrambled away with his hands up. “Why didn’t you come with me?”

“You left me standing here!” You growled. “Thanks for that, by the way.”

They all looked as if you had broken the law, disgruntled and in awe, everyone but Henry. “You have a fucking cub’s mouth.”

“Cub? Look fucker and all of your equally fucked up friends…”

“She needs training.”

“Enough, Y/N.” Henry was in front of you in a few seconds, he pulled at your arm moving you up the steps and into The Den. And the inside appeared not to be what you thought, there wasn’t a dancefloor, a stage or even a full bar. There was a small bar, no dance floor, just a long hallway leading to a few different rooms.

“Henry.” You whispered.

“Shut up.” He answered once you were to the room. He pushed you inside, and there was nothing fancy about the place, just a bed.

“Why am I here?”

“Because,” he touched your neck. You’d started sweating. The drip was on his fingertips and took them in his mouth, closing his eyes and then growling. “You’re mine.”

“Bullshit excuse, and also no the fuck I’m not.”

“I marked you.” Henry touched your chest. “I made sure the entire pack knew to fuck off…”

“Pack? Omega.”

“Yeah, piece it together.” He moved towards you, shrouding you in his height, his presence in general. His eyes flickered amber, and those beautiful canines made their appearance.  Henry had made the thing known; he took what he wanted. He delved his fingers under the line of your panties and groaned. Why the fuck did you go weak when he was around you? They pulled the delicate fabric, and his teeth nipped at your neck. His tongue swiped the sweat, and you felt him hard behind you, instinctively you pushed your ass on him, and to your surprise, he stepped back.

“Since you have no fucking manners, I’ll make you wait.”

The sunset after a few hours, the golden hue of the room faded into the dark, and the only thing that could genuinely be heard was the rustle of the leaves outside the window door along with the occasional bustle of laughter from the men outside. It was no light, or at least you could not find one, you even clapped twice with hopes it would trigger the lights to come on, but there was nothing, just darkness. There was an innate part of you that wanted to try to break down the door and run, but from the looks of the guys in the house, they would not have allowed that to pass unnoticed.

There was no service in the god forbidden place, any call you’d tried would not even ring. You’d given up two hours ago, but your phone had not been rendered useless yet. Music was your only comfort in the place.

The smell of honeysuckles was prominent, a scent that you hadn’t smelled in years. The sweet floral scent was soothing; you stretched out on the bed, parting your legs.  Hunger. It had been a while since you truly valued yourself, took the time to give yourself pleasure. This was good as time as any. Your fingers start first exploring the smooth slope of your legs, the curves and dimples all accentuated by the slow pace you’d made for yourself. You’d enjoy yourself, even if he didn’t want to.

You were already wet, pushing your legs together for a moment, and you had drenched your panties and tossed them aside. Moments of last night flashed before your eyes, Henry had a way about him, that fucking muscled body over yours was the first. He had a way of commanding what he wanted, and he hadn’t said one fucking word. You traced over the sore areas of your thighs, the place he’d been anchored in for half the night, and then to your pussy. You were swollen at the thought, pulsing for him. You dipped your fingers into yourself, noticing how you dripped down the curve of your ass without even starting. Fuck.

The slim fingers plunged into you, and you moaned. Fuck, you should have been doing this from the start. The melodic sounds of the Summer Walker filled your ears; Girls Need Love fuck the words the song gave a feeling that was unmoved. Your nipples hardened against your bra, feeling fuller as you gripped them with your free hand and plunged back into your pussy with the other. Your walls were tighter, hungrier than you’d ever noticed. You slipped out, and you wasted no time pressing them upon your clit, rubbing in planned circles. If your clit was a safe, you knew the combination to get you where you needed to be.

Maybe you didn’t notice the door open because your eyes snapped shut, perhaps you didn’t give a fuck who saw you, but the bed dipped down as Henry sat at the edge of it. You couldn’t stop, him being around made it mandatory that you came. You rode your fingers, pushing them back into you, winding your waist before finding a rhythm that suited you.

You didn’t halt when you felt him in between your legs, the heat building as you worked harder, and then it boiled over when his long tongue met your clit. You came, the cum gushed out of you, and your head swirled. The bed was wet, but Henry didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer, sucking at your clit and then lapping up the sweet slick that came from you. You knew now that the distinct earthy smell was him, as it intensified the closer he got.

His inhaled. “Making you mine was the easy part.” He said.

“You didn’t ask.” You said through labored breath before yelping again.

“An alpha doesn’t ask an omega. He claims her… is that not what you want?”

“I want to know more about you,” Your confession was drenched in lust, your fingers pulled at the curls in his head.

“You’re so sweet Y/N.” He sucked at your clit again, this time riling you to nearly cum again just from that, but he didn’t. You were wound tight, nerves tingled throughout your whole body, and all you wanted was to have him inside you again. Henry cupped your breasts, squeezing them to near pain and then releasing.

You sucked air through your teeth as he moved over the mark on your chest, and only moans can escape after. He tugged at your nipples, twisting, and edging the pain, then he would stop. Lap the juices from your pussy up again and laugh when you whimpered in defeat. He infuriated you.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Y/N.”

“Please.” Was it proper to beg, plead for this man to give you what you wanted? “Please, Henry. Fuck.”

In response, he hovers over you and plants a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself; the sweetness resembles the same honeysuckles that had filled the air. What the fuck was going on? His mouth brushed down to your taut nipples, the beard tickling while he sucking at them for a moment, and then his teeth made an appearance biting until you squirmed away and then moving to the next. “I want to mark you again.” He whispered. “I want every fucking person in that room over there to know that this sweet pussy is mine.”

“Do it.” You moaned.

He grinned down at you; the sly smile was full of satisfaction and a carnal lust you’d never experienced. “I will, pet.” He pushed your legs further apart and found the spot that suits him well. He had on no pants, the heat of his heavy cock hung right on your thigh, there was no patience in you. You reached down, taking the weighted cock in your hand then lined him up to enter you, one hard stroke would be all it took to get there.

“Fuck me.” You begged. “Please.”

Henry obliged, thrusting into you so hard the headboard knocked back in response. The mewl that came from you only ignited him more. He slammed into you again and again. It was a moot point to beg for harder or faster because he knew when you wanted it. His pace was untamed, animalistic as he pinned your hands above your head and fucked you.

“Please, don’t stop.” You panted on the precipice of another orgasm. You’d lay beneath him all day and get fucked if it felt this exhilarating. “Please.”

Henry didn’t stop; he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to. Never had he been inside someone that fit him this perfectly. He wanted to mark you again, make you know he was serious when he said you were his. He flipped you on top of him, and he slipped out. You were so wet it was hard not to slip out. He didn’t mind. He liked it.

You didn’t pause the fucking, mounting him and placing your hands on his chest to anchor you. You bounced on him watching that perfect mouth form an O each time you sunk and took more of him than he thought you could make. He pushed the limits fucking you back, and all you could do was throw your head back and take it all.

His moans were louder now; he gripped your hips, guiding you over his cock, he wanted this to last longer, fuck you until you couldn’t stand was his goal since you could handle it. Your pussy clenched around him like a velvet glove, and a scream erupted from you. He was swelling; you loved it when he got bigger. You didn’t even think that it was fucking possible, and here he was fucking growing harder, longer, and bigger inside of you.

“You want this cum in you, pet?”

You shook your head vigorously riding the high of your climax, plus the way he felt inside of you when he came was unexplainable. “Please.”

Henry slammed up into you, knocking you forward so that you were on his chest. He loved to grip your ass to make you meet his strokes. He was fucking you faster, growling like the animal he had grown to be with you, and then it happened again. His cock swelled, he locked into you, and he came with a carnal noise that triggered you again. Fuck he was perfect if this was what it meant to be marked… then you wanted it every fucking day.

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Lunar- BTS Werewolf AU Part 3

AN: As I’ve said before, if slowburn BTS werewolf AUs that have springlings of angst, smut, and fluff, this is the story for you! Other than that, please leave a like or comment so I know you’re enjoying the story!! I’m doing basically double of what I had planned for this part bc it’s been so long since I updated~

Word Count: 6,060

Warnings: Blood; Angst; A wolf attack; Some medicinal references; Mental health issues  

Posted: 23 Dec 2020

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Once YN gets into the groove of creation, she doesn’t stop until she’s either almost pissing herself, or so hungry/thirsty she’s about to faint. YN has never known how to do things like this in moderation, and if she was actually being honest with herself she really should have had someone else there to make sure she takes breaks and actually ends up eating and drinking and taking care of herself in the ways that every human needs to. 

But instead, she stayed there, hunched over the too-large desk in a too-large chair, surrounded by too-large wolves, completely ignoring her basal instincts in favor of destroying her spine and having words flow from her finger tips. She’s so caught up in the world and characters she’s created, that she doesn’t even notice when the grey wolf leaves his post, with one of the brown ones taking his place. She doesn’t notice the generally worrying sounds coming from outside her home, or the way the two brown wolves rush away. She doesn’t notice the way the black wolf stands guard, protectively standing between YN’s hunched form and the door, a snarl etched onto his beautiful-but-terrifying face. 

That is, she doesn’t notice any of these things until the other three wolves come crashing back into the house, the scent of blood heavy in the air. The black wolf growls, nudging YN and breaking her from her trance. Once she realizes what’s going on, or at least that someone’s hurt, YN immediately turns away from her computer, tripping over her own two feet in her rush to get out the door. 

She has no idea how long she’s been typing away, but her legs feel like jello and she’s slightly dizzy as she stands and subsequently falls. But the fall jolts her awake, the stinging in her knees seeming to bring all the feeling back into her legs all at once.

 Ignoring the pain, YN scrambles out and towards the back door, running into three wolves with bloodstained muzzles and paws. YN recoils, both from the strong scent and the terrifying sight of gigantic wolves with blood all over them, but before she can truly react, they push past her and right into the main bathroom. 

YN follows them, shocked and worried and in a daze, absently thankful that the house has such a large bathroom. She watches as the messiest of them, the grey wolf, steps quickly into the jacuzzi tub, before all their heads turn towards her. For a moment, she just stares back at them, but the black wolf behind her nudges her, pushing her forward, she walks into the bathroom, turning the water on and grabbing a washcloth. 

She mutters to herself about soap, absently grabbing the pet shampoo that she found under the sink and didn’t have the heart to throw out to try to help clean the blood, before she sits in the tub, taking one of the wolves huge paws into her hand. 

Nevermind the fact she’s sitting in water, or the fact that she could easily be killed right then and there by the huge beasts, she doesn’t process anything that’s going on. She doesn’t even try. 

Instead she works, cleaning paws and muzzles and coats, drying fur and addressing minor cuts and scrapes, sending the wolves away as she finishes with them so she can clean everything. It isn’t until she’s on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with all her might to remove the bloody paw prints that lead from her door to the bathroom, that she really thinks about anything. 

That blood could have been from anything. From anyone. For all she knew, she was helping four wolves that could somehow talk in her head to her commit a murder. 

And so, she cried. 

On her hands and knees, in the bathroom that once belonged to her grandparents, then her uncle, and now her. 

She sobbed, collapsing down onto the floor, banging her fists against it in a way that she felt sure would hurt in the morning, but now only served to tether her to the moment. 

It couldn’t be real, could it? It felt real, sure, but was it? Really? 

But when her eyes cleared of tears, and the pain of sitting on her knees for too long combined with the sting of hitting the floor with too much strength were remembered, there were still the remnants of bloody paw prints on the floor. 

There were still four wolves watching her intently. 

And then there were three, two.

And then only the black wolf remained, his eyes following her as she did what she needed to in order to put her house back in order. 

She was comforted, in a strange way, by the wolf. Her wolf. 

YN was working tirelessly to make sure everything was okay, that everything was normal, and still completely ignoring her body. 

Her knees hurt, both from her fall and from sitting on them for too long. Her fingers were stiff, her hands stinging. She was incredibly hungry, not having eaten much of anything in the past two days, and it wasn’t like she was drinking anything either. She felt dizzy, off kilter, light headed. And to top it all off, her back felt like it might as well have been on fire, with all the weird contortions she’d been doing for the past couple days. 

‘Rest.’ 

It was her wolf’s voice, breaking through the noise of her thoughts. 

“I’m not done here wolf. No rest.” She mumbles, but she’s sure he can hear her. 

‘Not a suggestion.’ 

His voice was stronger this time, and punctuated by a sharp growl. Suddenly, a paw bats the scrubber out of her hands, a muzzle pushing her over and onto the floor. 

‘Rest.’ 

YN let out a strangled sort of half sob, curling herself into a ball. She did need the rest, that wasn’t really up for dispute, but what she really wanted was not to have to be the one to take care of everything anymore. 

Slowly, the wolf nudges YN to the point she’s fully around again, and she slowly gets to her feet. She drags herself to her room and collapses onto her bed, not even bothering to pull the covers over herself, instead wrapping her arms around one of her pillows and giving in to the great need for rest. 

Later, she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone why she did what she did, or why she felt like there wasn’t any other choice for her. The memories of that night would always be fragmented for her, shattered into a million little pieces that didn’t really seem real. It was just too much. 

She could handle the blood, she could handle the injury, she could handle the talking in her brain. YN could handle all of it separately, she had no doubt about that. But together? Like this? That was more than she was able to understand. 

The worst part? It was too much for her to rationalize away. 

She had felt the soft fur of the wolves between her fingers, felt the sticky residue their rough tongues left on her hands, felt the weight of their heads resting on her. She had smelled the sharp scent of blood mixed with the comforting smell of the forest she loved so much, she had smelled the musky odor they left behind. She had heard their yelps and howls and growls, heard their voices floating around her mind in a way that was completely distinct from anything she had ever thought herself. She saw them as they stalked around her home, saw them as their beautiful eyes followed her from place to place. 

But still, she felt crazy. Insane. And it tore her up inside in a way she was wholly unprepared for. 

The wolf watches as she does all of this, knowing full well exactly the amount of mental anguish was running through her veins. Sometimes, he really hated their ability to read minds, seeing as it was usually just incredibly inconvenient, but it was at times like this he could see the bittersweet aspects of it. He knew, eventually YN would learn to protect her mind and he wouldn’t be able to see these things, but for the time being, he was completely free to access the raw, painful, heart wrenching emotions and traumas that pass through YN’s brain.

Slowly, the wolf planted the seeds of their return into her life, knowing that right now, the best thing would be to make sure they leave her and leave as little of their scent behind as possible. He didn’t like the idea of leaving her without any protection, but they knew that’s what they had to do. They’d never liked having to leave innocent people without anything to keep them from getting hurt. 

The wolf stalked over to the now sleeping human, softly nudging her hand one last time, before slipping out of her home with a practiced sort of light stealth. He would hang around outside until dawn, and then slink away into the forest to join back up with the rest of his pack.

~~~~~

In the next couple months, YN fell back into her usual routine, with only one big change, surprisingly. 

After she woke up alone that first day, YN tried to rationalize what had happened to her. She had been hallucinating, or hadn’t been sleeping enough, or took one too many walks in the woods and let her imagination get the better of her, or- well, something like that at least. 

And those first few weeks, YN was comfortable calling the experience a fever dream of some sort and leaving it at that. Life goes on. She still had deadlines to meet and a home to take care of. She still took walks in the woods, she still holed herself away to write, she still was learning how to can and preserve and experimenting with all the foods she never got to before. She was still happy, living in the large home alone, going weeks without talking to anyone else face to face, dodging questions from her mother. 

That was, at least, until they started showing up again. 

The wolves were back. Well, not back per se, not in the same way they were, but they were around. She would catch them out of the corners of her eyes, or look out her window and find the forest had gained a pair of eyes to spy on her, or she’d open up the back door and find a wolf lounging in a nice patch of sun between the forest and the door, always squarely centered on her favorite little path. 

Something in YN wanted to go over to them, wanted to talk to them, wanted to ask them a million questions about what happened, because if they weren't as real as they seemed, she was going batshit insane. 

She could see them, following her as she went from one place to the next in the forest she loved. She could hear them breaking twigs under their great weight every now and then. But they never got close to her. They never came up to her door, they never tried to get in, they never got close enough for her to look at them. 

It was frustrating for YN, sure, but she accepted them as beings that would just always be on the edge of her vision, watching from the shadows and seemingly keeping tabs on her. Every now and then she would call out and say this or that to them, but she would never get any sort of a response. 

In short, YN got used to having the figures in the corners of her eyes. She got used to the forest having eyes. She got used to the feeling of being watched by them, which surprisingly didn’t make her feel anything but safe. 

And so she fell right back into her routine, right back into everything she had been doing before the strange couple days, with only the small addition of eyes following her most of the time. 

But as she cooked and cleaned and wrote and weeded and went on her walks in the forest, it felt like something wasn’t quite right. It felt like there was something missing, though YN had no idea how to put something like that into anything resembling words. 

Instead, the feeling of loss and wrongness settled into the pit of her stomach as a sort of unwavering heaviness, making her feel slightly sick almost all the time, like the last day of a bad stomach bug. She didn’t even attempt to connect the dots between her deeply unsettled stomach and the disappearing of the wolves, or between the fact she felt slightly better when she was aware that one of the wolves was watching her, studying her. No, instead she just dealt with it, slowly eating less and less and working more and more, figuring she just needed to sleep it off or something. 

And she really didn’t connect the dots when two giant men showed up at her door, both of them the ethereal kind of pretty, and the pains that had seemingly antagonized her on and off for literal months up and disappeared. 

~~~~~

YN had woken up earlier than usual, not that she had really gotten that much sleep in the first place. She was tired, but honestly, she had more important things to worry about than if she was getting enough sleep or not. There were deadlines that were fast approaching, and her editor was sending her works back with more and more things to work on and correct.

She was in the process of making herself the strongest pot of coffee she could and scrounging around the fridge to make sure she had enough food for the rest of the day, when she heard a knock at the door. At first, she thought it was the front door, grumbling and setting things aside to deal with them in a minute, but just as she was passing the back door, the knocking came again, unmistakably from there. 

Brow furrowing in confusion, YN pivots on her heel and slides the back door open, half expecting to be murdered where she stood by some rogue escaped serial killer, on the loose and thirsting for blood. Instead she was met with two very tall, incredibly attractive men, both of whom had bright smiles on their faces. 

“Um, hi?” YN says, absently taking a step back so she can see up to their faces easier. 

“Hello! My name is Namjoon, and this is my partner, Seokjin. We were just in the area and saw your lights on, so we figured we would come and properly say hello and introduce ourselves.” The taller of the two men, Namjoon, spoke, and the other gave a bright smile and wave. 

“Please, call me Jin.” He says

“Oh um I’m YN, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” YN speaks very formally, unsure of what else to do. “Would you like to come in for some coffee? Maybe a bite to eat?” 

Her mouth works before she can think of what’s going on, but the two men gladly accept, and it’s not like she can take the offer back, so she sets about making them coffee, asking them questions about what kind of things they would like for their breakfast. 

It doesn’t take long for YN to feel much more comfortable, joking and laughing with the large men, getting to know them. In fact, the only thing she finds to be weird about them, other than their incredibly large size (which does nothing but make her feel small in a way she had never felt before), was the fact that neither of them had shoes. But YN, ever being the polite and courteous host, didn’t ask them about that, and purposefully put it out of her mind.

“So where are you two from? It must be a pretty nice place, judging by how you’re dressed.” YN asks almost absently, hoping up into one of the chairs around the dining table. For the life of her, she could never figure out why so many things seemed to just be sized up.

She almost misses how Namjoon and Jin share a glance with each other before answering, before Jin clears his throat, giving a small shake of his head. 

“We actually live on the other side of the woods. It’s pretty far, seeing as the whole thing is completely protected, but yeah, it’s a pretty nice place. We love it, and we get to live with the 5 people we love most in the world.” Seokjin speaks in a tone that expresses just how much love and adoration he holds for the people involved. 

“Oh that’s lovely! Are they children of yours?” YN asks, turning her head down to focus on stirring sugar and creamer into her coffee, completely missing the glance that is passed between Namjoon and Seokjin. 

“No, not really. I mean, we helped to raise them, but they’re all full grown adults.” Jin responds, looking to Namjoon to add anything he deemed to be important. 

“Yoongi and Hobi are older than me, so I would hope they aren’t our kids.” Namjoon chuckles, taking a bite of his food and letting out a small hum of appreciation. 

“So you’re just like a big happy family?” YN asks, a little lost in the swirling of the coffee before her, absently still asking questions. 

Jin and Namjoon both share a look, both of them knowing full well that YN wasn’t really paying that much attention to them, seeing as she was practically throwing her thoughts in their direction.

“Yeah, we really are. Some people don’t understand us, but that’s okay, not everyone understands how other people live.” Namjoon speaks again, softly smiling at the girl, who was still intently stirring her coffee. Despite the fact that he had only just formally met her, there was a sort of fondness growing in his chest for the girl. 

“That’s so sweet!” YN gushes, finally tearing her eyes away from the coffee and back up to the faces of her guests. “I’ve always wanted a family like that.” 

YN smiles widely at the men, settling in to talk to them about this and that, and honestly, she thoroughly enjoyed every second she spent with them. After months of not being able to eat right, she was finally able to put away an entire meal, plus coffee and water, without any difficulties. Plus, she was surprisingly happy to have contact with real people again, after so long living in what is basically isolation. 

When the men finally took their leave, after almost four hours that is, they promised they would be back soon, and that they would bring some of the other boys with them next time. YN laughed as she told them that she would be absolutely delighted to get to meet the people that she had now heard so many stories about, making them promise they wouldn’t be strangers before they finally disappeared. 

She noted, almost absently, that they walked right out the back door and down her favorite path in the forest, barefoot, but she was so happy at the fact that she had made friends with new people, that she chose to ignore that fact. 

In fact, she chose to ignore a lot of things after she took what was left of her coffee into the study, still intent on getting work done. It wasn’t two hours after they left that YN was back to having the same stomach pains she had grown so used to. 

Silently cursing herself, thinking it had to have been from drinking almost an entire pot of coffee after weeks of not sleeping correctly, not even attempting to consider that it was from anything other than that. Surely, it had to have been a complete coincidence that Jin and Namjoon were there during the time that she was actually feeling normal, right? And again, another coincidence that she started feeling worse after they left, right? Nothing else would have made any sort of sense, after all, and YN was great at rationalizing.

However, even someone as great at rationalizing as YN had to start putting the pieces together at some point. Despite this, YN was also incredibly stubborn and refused to think any of her issues were anything other than just the protests of a body that is used too often for things that it really shouldn’t be, and pushed towards, or past, limits that were not meant to be broken.

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Jin and Namjoon, on the other hand, were incredibly pleased with themselves. They now knew for sure that YN didn’t really know too much, and didn’t trust her overactive imagination enough to trust what she had seen and experienced fully. That part, at least, reassured them that she wasn’t going to turn them into any government officials. 

However, they were still incredibly confused. How could a clear Omega like YN not know anything? Sure, she hadn’t fully presented yet, but they could smell it off her a mile away, and that’s why Yoongi decided to trust her when she found him out in the woods. And yet, she was completely unprotected. There was no Alpha, no Beta, no pack looking out for her. 

And for whatever reason, they decided that they would have to at least make sure she didn’t die or fall into the wrong hands. At least, until the Beta that they had smelled around the premises came back to collect their Omega. 

But then one month passed. 

Two. 

Three. 

They didn’t see anyone else go into the house. Hell, they barely saw her leave! Everyday, the scent of a possible Beta got fainter and fainter, and they began to muse that maybe, just maybe, the Beta had just caught wind of the untethered Omega and tried to get in there for themself.

And so, the pack had decided it was time that they met her as people, and figured out what was actually going on. Despite everything, it hurt them to see the little Omega working herself so hard, in so much pain, so confused about what was going on. 

So Jin and Namjoon, ever looking out for their pack, made their way over to her home at dawn, waiting until they knew she was awake to go knock on the door. 

Immediately, they had their guard up, waiting for the telltale signs of an Omega probing into their minds, but nothing came. They went into her home, ate her food, drank her coffee and water, but most importantly, they talked. 

Jin was suspicious, going into it. He was sure that YN held some sort of ulterior motive, that she was going to ambush them or try to poison them, or… something. But seeing her standing at her door, absolutely minuscule by their standards, still blinking sleep from her eyes with confusion etched onto her features because of the early hour and the men she had never seen, he felt the same sort of gut feeling of trust that Yoongi had felt when he was lying in the woods. 

That Namjoon had felt when he decided it was fine for them to spend the day with YN, until Yoongi was well enough to travel home.

 That Jungkook and Taehyung had felt when they walked into her home and wanted to play, though they behaved on Namjoon’s order. 

Jin decided then and there that they had to protect YN, no matter the cost. And Namjoon, hearing his most trusted person’s utter trust of the girl, came to the same conclusion not a second later. YN was meant to be with them, they could feel it in their bones. They shared a glance, both of them hoping that she felt it too. 

Once the pair arrived back at the house, they were met with a bombardment of questions from the other five, especially Jimin and Hoseok, who hadn’t had the chance to meet YN in any way just yet. 

“Come on now hyung! Out with it! What’s your verdict?” Jimin almost whines as he bounces on his feet, wanting to go and meet YN himself. “I wanna meet her!” 

Jin and Namjoon share a glance, the kind that makes the rest of the boys pay attention, fearing that they had made a mistake, and YN wasn’t half as trustworthy as she seemed to be. 

“Well, we trust her. We think it was right to trust her, and right to let her help you, Yoongi.” Namjoon is the one that speaks, his tone serious despite the smile that breaks onto his features at the end of his sentence. 

“YN invited us to all come over sometime, preferably soon. She really is excited to meet all of you, after all the stories we told today.” Jin lets out his signature laugh as he nudges the man standing beside him, causing the boys standing before the two to celebrate. 

“When are we going then? We know she doesn’t have much of a schedule.” Yoongi speaks up as he flinches away from the loud celebration of Jimin and Hoseok beside him, affection in his gaze, despite the look of disgust lighting up his face. 

“Actually, I was thinking we would go this weekend. But, knowing you lot, you’d eat everything she’s ever made and ask for more. So, Yoongi, I was wondering if you’d come with me on Friday to prepare everything for Saturday.” Jin speaks again, moving himself and Yoongi away from the commotion that was slowly gaining traction among the younger members. 

“Of course Hyung. Honestly, I’ve been missing YN, in a weird way. She was so amazingly sweet to me when I was hurt. She really did save my life, at the end of the day. I’m glad that you agree with my original assessment.” Yoongi speaks in that low tone he tends to use when he really means what he’s talking about, and Jin just smiles at him. 

“I can understand why. YN’s first thought after assessing us to not be psycho-rapist-murders, was to invite us in to eat. It seems like a theme with her, to see us and want to make sure we are eating properly.” Jin chuckles as Yoongi smiles in appreciation, thankful that Jin didn’t take the opportunity to make fun of him.

The rest of the week is spent with Jin and Yoongi brainstorming what to make. They knew that they would have to take quite the car trip in order to get to YN’s with all the groceries that they would need in order to make enough to feed all seven of the wolves, plus YN. With their higher body temperature came a faster metabolism, which meant, as a result, that they ate a ton as a group.

Once they did finally settle on something that was filling, not super complicated to make, and easy to store, the pair gathered everything they needed, ready and waiting for Friday. 

Friday morning rolled around, and Yoongi was strangely nervous. He was thankful to Jin for giving him the opportunity to spend a little bit of time with YN in a more personal setting, where he could show off his cooking skills and where his more reserved personality wouldn’t be completely overshone by the boisterous boys he called his pack. At the same time, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him that she was going to hate everything about him, that whatever connection he felt to her when he was healing was completely one sided and because of his wolf form, not because of him in any way. 

As the pair packed up the car, Jin noticed just how distracted Yoongi seemed, but decided not to ask him about it until they were safely in the car, away from prying ears.

 Namely, the ears of Jimin and Taehyung, ever the troublesome twins, who were currently trying to figure out a way to stow away in the back without Jin or Yoongi finding them out. Clearly, that was doomed to fail, seeing as Yoongi stood and watched as they made their plan, shaking his head at the antics, getting ready to scold them, despite the smile on his face.

“Boys, please. Go back inside. YN will be ready and willing to see you tomorrow, don’t worry.” Jin brushes past Yoongi as he takes both boys by the collar, dragging them out of the back of the vehicle and shooing them away, despite their chorus of cries in protest. 

Yoongi shakes himself out of his reprieve, sliding into the passenger's seat without a second thought. 

He almost jumps out of his skin when Jin opens the door, again trying to shake himself of the anxious spiral of self doubt that threatens to suck him into it’s incredibly rude clutches.  

“Seatbelt.” Jin prompts softly, pointedly looking at the mirrors instead of his friend, making minor adjustments to them. Yoongi scoffs, knowing full well that a car crash wouldn’t really hurt either of them, but after a pointed look from Jin, he complies.

With a mumbling of thanks and the click of a seatbelt, the car falls into silence. It isn’t until Jin makes the suggestion that Yoongi turn on some music, maybe something he’d been working on, that Yoongi seems to fully break out of the aforementioned spiral. 

“Hyung, this one you’ll like. I’ve been trying out this new style with…” Jin hums in appreciation as Yoongi starts rambling on about the technicalities of the music he had been working on recently, thankful to get the man talking again. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, Yoongi did better when he wasn’t thinking about himself, and instead had something else to focus on. 

The rest of the car ride was spent with Yoongi showing off his music, Jin listening and asking questions when needed. Honestly, both of them loved this sort of calm, collected sharing of information. They are fishing partners for a reason, after all. 

When the pair finally pull into YN’s driveway, they immediately pull around back so they can be closer to the kitchen with their things. YN is out in the garden, dutifully tending to the plants that her uncle loved so much. If they weren’t able to read her every thought, the boys would have assumed she didn’t even notice their vehicle pulling around her house, but they knew that she was acutely aware of the fact that they were there. 

Absently, YN wipes her hands on the leggings she had thrown on, trying to get at least a bit of the dirt off of them before she went to see who had pulled into her driveway and what they needed.

She was just turning around to fully see what was going on, when she caught sight of Jin and broke out in a bright smile. 

“Jin! You’re back so soon!” YN called, hurrying her way over to the vehicle as Jin walked leisurely around to the trunk. “And you brought someone, just like you said!” YN sighs, bright eyes looking up at Yoongi as she introduces herself properly. 

Yoongi just smiled as he introduced himself as well, absently thinking of just how miniscule she really was, by their standards. Sure, she was maybe a little petitie for the average woman, but by their standards? She was like a child.

YN turns her attention to Jin, curious about what he’s getting out of the trunk, with Yoongi trailing behind her slightly. Out of habit, he is scanning her thoughts to make sure she’s not harboring any ill intent, careful not to get into the section of her thoughts about him or any of the pack. 

“The boys want to meet you, but feeding all of us is more than a chore, so we are going to make sure you have plenty of food stocked up for us. And don’t try to protest, I’d feel bad if I let them eat you out of house and home.” Jin takes on a stern tone, and YN puts her hands up, the argument she had dying. 

“When are you all going to be here? It’s not like I have plans, but I would like to actually be awake for the event.” YN lets out a little giggle that makes both Jin and Yoongi smile a little too largely. 

“If you’re comfortable with it, tomorrow.” Jin has his arms full, and he walks over towards the back door, slightly annoyed that he has to pretend he’s not even a quarter of how strong he actually is by taking multiple trips. 

“The boys are incredibly impatient, honestly.” Yoongi steps around YN and takes some of the groceries into his own arms, figuring he will be helpful too. 

“That’ll be wonderful!” YN rocks on her feet slightly, clearly excited to meet new people and have friends in the way she hadn’t before. “Let me just text my mom and make sure she won’t call in the middle-” YN pats her pockets, frowning as she can’t find her phone. 

Turning on her heel, with an adorable bounce in her step, she makes her way back over to the section of the garden she had been working on, figuring she must have dropped the phone somewhere. 

YN takes about 15 steps before there’s a noise off in the direction of the woods that has all three people snapping their heads to look at it. YN doesn’t even have time to register what’s going on before a snowy figure slams into her with what feels like a wall of moving concrete. 

Yoongi and Jin, completely stunned, watch as a wolf they recognize as being from a rival pack slam herself into YN’s tiny form, throwing her across the yard and into the wall of her home, before she clamps her teeth down on YN’s shoulder, attempting to drag her away. 

Yoongi is the first to react, ripping his shirt off and tossing his shoes out of the way, transforming to the tune of YN’s screaming. He can feel the pain and terror rolling off of YN’s form in waves, he can smell the sweat and blood, he can hear the heart-wrenching screams tearing out of her throat. 

Jin immediately drops whatever food he was holding, running after the white wolf that was attempting to take YN and the inky wolf he knew so well. Assessing the situation, Jin knew transforming wouldn’t help, so instead, he scoops up Yoongi’s discarded shirt and runs full speed after them. 

He makes it into the woods just in time to see Yoongi’s black form slam into the white wolf, causing her to open her mouth just enough that YN slips away. He watches as another blood-curdling scream rips its way out of YN’s mouth as she lands on the ground, her ankle crunching and turning in an unnatural way as she tumbles head first to the ground, finally stopping the violent movement by slamming into a tree with enough force the breath is completely taken out of her.

As Yoongi distracts the white wolf, Jin runs and scoops YN up, doing his best to keep her as stable as possible. She’s bleeding profusely from the bites in her shoulder, her ankle is laying at a completely unnatural angle, she’s gasping and coughing up a bit of blood, her back and side are most likely deeply bruised, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she has a few cracked ribs. 

Jin listens intently to the snarls and growls that YN can’t hear, recognizing the sounds of Yoongi winning. The white wolf is only a beta, and she’s small. Jin has complete confidence that Yoongi will be back soon, with more blood on his hands, and maybe only a couple scratches to show for it. 

In the meantime, Jin quickly throws the couple groceries that were left in the back of the SUV out, laying YN down in the back and taking an actual look at her wounds for the first time. She’s almost hyperventilating, pain rolling off of her, blood leaking out of her and staining the floor of the car. 

“YN, darling, I need you to calm down, okay?” Jin speaks for the first time as he quickly makes makeshift bandages out of Yoongi’s discarded shirt, wrapping up her shoulder as best he can. 

YN just looks at Jin with wild eyes, breathing still coming in ragged gasps. Her throat was on fire, her mouth tasted like metal, her shoulder burned. 

“I know it hurts darling, but I need you to calm down.” Jin reiterates, looking past her shoulder to the other wounds, able to finally focus on actually looking at YN and trying to calm her down more before he tried to do anything more. 

“Look at me YN.” Jin brings a hand to the side of YN’s face, taking a strip of Yoongi’s shirt and wiping off the blood that had dribbled out of her mouth from her coughing fit. “You’re safe YN, it’s okay. We will always make sure you’re safe, don’t worry.” 

YN tries to open her mouth, but she can’t make any words come out. She’s close to passing out, but Jin is keeping her awake. Everything is hazy, it feels like she’s crying but she can’t tell if it’s tears or blood dripping down her face. 

Jin’s brow furrows as he hears sticks breaking in the woods, fully ready to transform and murder the white beta, even though he absolutely hated violence. He never would be able to put his finger on what made him so protective over YN, even right from the get go. 

But, it was Yoongi who stumbled out of the woods, black fur soaked in blood. The wolf walked up to the back of the vehicle, looking up at Jin’s form, a snarl on his lips which let Jin see the flecks of red still staining them. 

“I’m going to set your ankle YN. It’s going to hurt. Badly.” Jin captures YN’s attention, balling up a relatively clean piece of Yoongi’s shirt and stuffing it in her mouth so she doesn’t bite her tongue off. 

“Yoongi, go get two sticks, as straight as you can find.” Jin orders, Yoongi immediately bounds off to the forest, emerging only a minute later with two sticks in his mouth. 

In the minute it took Yoongi to get the sticks, Jin took off his own shirt, ripping it into makeshift bandages as well, keeping the pieces long. He takes the sticks from Yoongi and places them beside YN in the back of the vehicle, quickly taking off YN’s shoe and sock, ripping off the bottom portion of her legging so he can have the access he needs. 

“This is going to hurt. You may pass out.” Jin sounds clinical as he lightly brushes the ankle in question, double checking exactly what he needs to do before he does it. 

With one quick motion, Jin puts YN’s ankle back the way it’s supposed to be, another scream tearing out of YN that has Yoongi growling, pacing around behind Jin. It’s a delayed response, but YN does in fact pass out from the pain, her head lolling over to one side as Jin wraps the sticks on either side of YN’s ankle, making sure none of the bandaging is too tight. 

“I have no idea what kind of damage is underneath, she may need surgery.” Jin turns and looks at Yoongi, who doesn’t do anything but growl. He doesn’t seem to like that idea. 

“I don’t like it any more than you do Yoongs.” Jin walks quickly around the car, putting all the back seats down so there’s room for both YN and Yoongi in the back of the vehicle. 

“I’ll take the emergency path in the woods, you watch her. If something happens or looks wrong, let me know immediately.” Jin watches as Yoongi hops into the car, carefully arranging himself so that YN has all the room she needs. 

Once Yoongi is situated, Jin moves YN so she is propped up against Yoongi, knowing that he will be better able to monitor her in that close position. He closes all the doors, hops into the driver's seat, and sets off into the woods, going as fast as he dares to.

[snarkwrites]

ssw | embry call; you don’t have to be gentle. | mature.

NOTES:

So... This is the final part to the little mini story with Embry and Merisa... For now. Mayhaps I’ll revisit them from time to time, who knows. If you’re still with me after that downer of a cliffhanger ending yesterday, I’m happy -surprised, but oh so happy, and I truly hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this.

I had to fight myself tooth and nail NOT to turn this into an alpha/omega + imprinting thing, btw. But I managed not to.

PROMPTS:

Prompts used for these six sexy words one shots are either taken from [here] or [here] at my choosing. I don’t take requests for characters / prompts for these but... If you just want to send me requests, I do take headcanon requests, fluff and filth alphabet letters. [ request rules / fandoms here ] 

The prompts I used here are as follows: Claim me. Mark me. Own me + You don’t have to be gentle. 

FANDOM/CHARACTER:

Twilight, Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER PARTS:

For those of you who want to see them... This whole series kinda turned into my own self indulgent thing, tbh? Anyway:

[ he looks down. she looks up. ] | [ let me take care of you ] | [ everything about her turns me on ] | [ when he says your name ] | [ when whispered words leave you breathless ] 

WARNINGS:

{NSFW CONTENT. NO MINORS.} consensual but unprotected sex between two adults, oral sex - male giving, biting / marking, body fluids & that’s pretty much it.

Minors, this was not written for you. You shouldn’t be reading it. If you are and you stumble upon something upsetting or that you can’t handle after being clearly warned here... That’s on you, lovelies. Not me. Nobody made you keep reading.

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I haven’t seen Embry in a little over two weeks, since the night of the carnival. I still can’t get my head around what he showed me and what I now know but I do know one thing… Not seeing him has been really, really hard for me.

I’d almost given up on it, if I’m being totally honest. I had to fight the urge to go to him almost daily. I kept telling myself if he wanted to see me, he’d come to me. That I’d probably messed everything up with my reaction.

If I hadn’t before that, going overboard with the flirting.

My grandmother’s voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up from the television set. Pausing the episode of General Hospital I had recorded to see what she wanted or needed. Managing my best smile even though lately, that’s the last thing I’ve felt like doing lately.

“Don’t you get tired of laying around here, moping?” she asked as she stepped into the room. Shaking her head as she grabbed the remote and used it to turn off the little television. “Get out there. Go do something. I don’t care what it is, mermaid.”

I pouted at her, letting my mouth drop open as I pretended to be shocked and hurt by her suggestion. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t love me anymore?”

“You know that’s not true. That’s not what I said at all.” my grandmother sat down. I gave a soft laugh and spoke up. “I know, I was kidding. I just… I haven’t been in the mood lately.” I shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

“If you’re moping over that bum in Seattle, mermaid, he’s not worth a second more of your time and energy.”

“Oh. Trust me, I know. This has nothing to do with that. I’m just kind of… Resting.” my original thought pattern was maybe if I offered up the few injuries and aches I had left up for an excuse, she wouldn’t push for anything more than that.

Because it’s been a little over two weeks and I still can’t fully process what happened that night. Or how badly my lack of an actual reaction and how easily I gave in and let him bring me home might have made a mess of everything. I didn’t even try to push him into talking about everything. Explaining what it all meant. 

I didn’t know how I’d even begin to explain anything to my grandmother without sounding like I was losing my goddamn mind if I’m being perfectly honest.

“In order to rest, one needs to actually do something first. What’s really going on, hm?” my grandmother wouldn’t be my grandmother if she didn’t push on regardless. I sighed and shrugged. “ I’m just dealing with everything that happened.”

“Mhm?” she was trying to get me to keep talking but I went quiet. Sighing. Telling her it was stupid and most likely, I was just fully comprehending my mother’s death. Which wasn’t a lie. My memory was almost fully back now. I could remember everything. Including the fact that the years leading up to her death, she and I had a very strained relationship… Because like my grandmother and I tried to do so many times with her over the years whenever she’d get all wrapped up in the actual worst kind of man or circumstance, she was trying to steer me away from Greg and rather than listen to her, knowing she had more experience in life than I did, I chose to isolate myself. I chose to tell her time and again that I was an adult and that Greg wasn’t all the men she’d gotten entangled with during my childhood. So the last few months I could’ve been mending fences and reconnecting with her were spent in tension filled occasional check in texts or calls instead. 

Like mother, like daughter. That thought came bitterly and it hurt like hell to acknowledge. Because my mom went to her grave with the relationship between her and my grandmother totally unresolved. Because like she attempted with me about Greg, my grandmother tried and tried again with my mother and her choices. Only interfering one time. And that one time was because it was a question of my safety. And this cost my grandmother a relationship with my mother because nothing was the same after that summer.

I explained all of this to my grandmother and as I finished, she hugged me and sighed. “You can’t hold this in for the rest of your life, mermaid. But I know that is only a large part of whatever has you so down… and given that I haven’t seen a certain mechanic around at all in nearly three weeks, I’m going to assume that things didn’t go well on your date?”

“Oh, they went… Right up to the point where I proceeded to get impatient, want what I want and push the line…” - a half truth was better than nothing.. Because if I hadn’t laid it all on the line, he wouldn’t have felt so bad about keeping what he had to keep from me.

,, stop doing that. You can’t be blamed for everything. You were shocked. You’re still trying to figure out how to react to what you know… But if you wait too long..” the thought came and like usual, I tried to shove it down again.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I went overboard. I told him how I felt. I poured it on entirely too thick and I probably scared him off.” - taking the blame was infinitely easier than explaining the full truth to my grandmother. How did I even begin to tell her what I knew? And on top of that, the fact remained that I wasn’t supposed to tell. And if you’re not his imprint, you’re not even meant to know to begin with.” that thought surfaced.

And it hit me. When he showed me the wolf side that night, he’d been telling me so much more than that.

And my reaction?

While a natural one, probably wasn’t the best one to go with. I should’ve at least made him fucking talk to me. Explain everything. I should’ve pushed for him to tell me everything instead of agreeing to come home that night.

“Fuck.” I buried my face in my hands.

Why couldn’t I have realized that tidbit say, almost three weeks ago? Before it was probably too late to try and fix everything?

“Language, mermaid.”

“Oh, trust me, grandma. This is definitely a situation worth the F bomb.” I muttered, shaking my head as I laughed at my own stupidity.

“Maybe it can be fixed?”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

“You say you’ve realized how short life is thanks to your mother dying and nearly losing your own. All I’m hearing is that you haven’t learned anything, mermaid. How will you know if you don’t try?”

I took a deep breath. Mulling over what she said because honestly, she wasn’t wrong…

And then, before I could stop myself, I was standing. Bolting down the hall and into my old bedroom. The first thing I did was take an actual shower. Then I threw on that sundress. And before I could change my mind or talk myself out of it, I bolted out the door, right past where my grandmother sat, watching her soaps. She called out after me, “I won’t wait up, mermaid.”

I didn’t stop running until I stood on his front porch. Banging on the door.

“Open the door you stubborn ass man. Open the door and listen to me.”

Not a sound.

Not even a hint that he might be home.

I sighed and stared at the door for a few seconds.

Sitting down on the wooden bench to the left of it. Laughing at myself because naturally, I’d finally stop dragging my feet and do something to fix this if I could and he wouldn’t be home.

“I am such a fucking idiot, I swear to God.” I sighed, resting my head on the top of my knees.

I sat like that for a few minutes. Then I heard a motorcycle approaching in the distance. And the fight or flight kicked in all over again. But I fought back against it. Rooted to where I sat.

Determined.

Watching his motorcycle get closer to his house. My heart about to beat right out of my chest. But underneath the excitement.. Calm. Like I was doing the right thing, even if it did turn out to be too late.

The motorcycle came to a stop in his driveway. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I knew the second he did because his entire body tensed. His eyes darted around in every direction before finally settling on me. Intent. A little stunned, from what I could tell.

“So..” I called out, going quiet shortly after because I just didn’t know what to say. I had no idea where to even start.

“What are you doing here?” Embry asked the question quietly. Not in an angry or annoyed way, but more or less in a tone of defeat. Like he’d given up on me coming around ever again. “You saw what I am…” he went quiet. Up the stairs in the blink of an eye.

Towering over me. Keeping his distance but I could tell he wanted to be closer. I knew I wanted him closer. Every part of me was literally crying out for it. I needed him.

Wolf form and all, Embry Call is the man I love.

“And I don’t care, actually.” I admitted after a long and heavy pause. “I mean, I care.. But the fact that you happen to transform under the light of the moon doesn’t bother me. It’s.. Gonna take some getting used to.”

He blinked in shock as he processed what I’d just said. As soon as it sank in, he stepped closer. Filling the space between us. His hips pinning my lower body between his body and the wall my back was pressed firmly against. He raised a hand, resting it palm down against the wall as he stared down at me. Quiet. 

“I know it’s probably too late and I should’ve.. I don’t know, I should’ve done literally anything but what I did the night you showed me the wolf but.. I’m losing my goddamn mind, okay? I.. I can’t think about anything else. I was really in love with you, okay? And I still am. And damn it, when you absolutely shut down and refused to let me…” my words were cut off by a thick digit pressing against my lips to silence me.

He swallowed hard, his eyes leaving mine and settling on my lips. “Wait.. you love me..” he muttered in a daze. Bringing his eyes back up to settle on mine. His body molding completely against mine as he leaned in closer. 

“What part of that did you miss? Because I’ll happily say it. Over and over. Until it gets through your stubborn rock skull. This whole you turning into a wolf thing is.. Look. It’s a lot, okay? But it’s not too much. Not when I need you and I love you... I know what I want. And I’m not leaving until we’ve at least talked.”

“What do you want, huh?” Embry asked. Staring down at me expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

“You. I want you. Wolf and all.” I answered quietly, my gaze dropping. Settling on worn floorboards beneath my dirty and bare feet. Embry followed my gaze down and snickered quietly to himself.

“Woman, where the fuck are your shoes?” he glanced up at me, shaking his head. Grumbling about the fact that I wasn’t wearing any shoes. And I knew him well enough to know that this was Embry, stalling. Because he didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look. I came down here on a mission. I didn’t have time to stop and grab shoes, damn it.”

“Baby, why..” Embry chuckled, the beginnings of a grin forming on his face as he guided my face up so that I had no choice but to look at him. “ I know you came down here on a mission but seriously? There’s broken glass in the road.”

“I’m pretty tough. I mean.. I did live through a pretty wicked car accident.” I bit my lip, staring up at his mouth helplessly. Swallowing hard and getting wet when one glance into his eyes clearly revealed that yes, he’d caught me doing so.

“Yeah, don’t remind me about that, okay? I don’t even wanna..think about that night again.” he went quiet. Ghosting his free hand up and down my side before letting it rest against my hip. Using his grip to pull me against him. I melted into him with zero thought or hesitation. And then, I happened to put my full weight down on my left foot and promptly swear to myself quietly. “Son of a bitch. Ouch.” I raised my foot and the light glistened off of a practically microscopic shard of glass lodged in the skin.

Wordlessly, Embry scooped me up. Carrying me into his house. Sitting me down on his sofa. My eyes darted around the place, smiling softly to myself at all the pictures and the way it felt almost equally as cozy and like home as my grandmother’s little house did.

And before I could stop myself, I was imagining a future with him. Something I hadn’t dared ever do before. Something that suddenly occurred to me, I wanted.

Embry walked back into the living room with peroxide, a wash rag and tweezers and I pouted, shaking my head. “This can wait.” I protested. Tried to pull my foot away, but Embry got a firm grip on it, resting it between his thighs. Holding it still as he looked down at it, inspecting it closely until he found the tiny glass shard. 

“Okay, look at me.” Embry guided my gaze up to meet his. Then he looked down. “Don’t stop looking at me, okay? And do not move your foot. Stop moving, Merisa or I’m never gonna get this out, baby.” Embry muttered in an even and firm tone. Stopping to look up at me with one of the most commanding looks I’d ever seen him give.

“It’s..” I hissed as the tweezers scraped over my skin, grimacing. Gritting my teeth because apparently, it was dug in there deep. “It’s fine. It can totally wait, c’mon.”

The way he’s called me baby twice now.

I don’t dare get my hopes up, do I?

The splinter of glass came free and I unclenched myself. It hadn’t hurt that bad at all.

“Was that so bad?” he asked. Staring at me.

I shook my head.

My eyes were lost in his all over again. And the tension was back. Heavy. Filled with things we needed to say.

“Embry.” I muttered after a long and heavy silence. Embry looked up at me, biting his lip. “Yeah?”

“When I told you that I’m yours and all you have to do is try, I meant that, okay? I don’t say things I don’t mean. And all of this.. I mean… Forget it. According to the legends, if you imprint, it won’t matter anyway…” I trailed off because I realized that I’d come all the way down here on a barely thought out whim. In the hope that maybe he’d been trying to tell me so much more than simply the fact that he turned into a wolf at will.

My anxiety was starting to kick in now and I had no idea what to do or say. I didn’t even begin to know where to start. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I needed to get out.

“It will if I imprinted on you.” Embry muttered after a few seconds. Staring down at my foot in his lap intently. Taking a few long and shaky breaths. Waiting.

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

Because that’s what I’d been hoping he was trying to tell me when I bolted all the way down here in a rush earlier. But I’d braced myself to hear everything but that.

“Wait..” I trailed off. My mouth opened and closed as I raised a hand, tousling my hair and pushing it out of my eyes.

,, You were right. He told you what he was that night. He showed you because you were his imprint.” my brain was practically taunting me.

“You sound like that’s a bad thing.” I was confused.

“It’s not. I just… I never thought it would happen. Kind of convinced myself that I’d rather know I love the person I was with without that side of me coming into play…” Embry trailed off.

“Oh.” I started to stand. Thinking that he meant something entirely different than what he was getting at. I was at the front door when he pressed against me from behind. His hand covered mine. Lowering it down from the doorknob.

“Don’t go. Just.. Let me get this out.” he muttered quietly against the shell of my ear as he turned me around to face him. Putting my back against the front door with a soft smack. 

“I have been driving myself crazy. I’ve been trying to tell myself that it was just the imprint. But it’s not just that. I love you. I need you, okay? I just.. I don’t want you to think that genetics are the only reason I’m with you. I wanted to take time and like.. Prove that.” Embry fidgeted a little, raising a hand to drag it through his hair. Resting that hand against my face. Dragging his thumb over my skin as he softly pressed his forehead against mine.

When his mouth met mine this time it was deep and slow. Clumsy. Needy. His hands were wandering all over me. Finally stopping to rest across my ass. Pulling me up his body. 

“I know it’s not just genetics, okay? I trust you.” I answered as we pulled apart to breathe. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling up in his hair. Using my grip to pull his mouth back against mine all over again. “I love you too. And I want to see where this goes. We can figure this out as we go. I just.. I know what I want.” I gazed at him as the kiss broke a second time and we pulled apart, panting for our next breaths. Trying to pull ourselves together.

He grinned bright at my words and I smiled too. Snuggling myself against him.

“I do too.” he answered after a second or two of little pecks and soft kisses peppered on my face and Embry touching me anywhere he could get his hands. Stepping over to the sofa and sitting down. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled me as close as he could get me. Making me barely catch a whimper as I rubbed right against the way his cock strained and pushed at the jeans he was wearing. When I did it a second time on my own free will, Embry groaned. Bucking himself up into me. Fingers digging into my ass. Guiding me over the bulge before either of us really stopped to think it over or calm ourselves down.

And honestly, I didn’t want to.

Every single time I rubbed against him, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Whimpering and whining. Begging. I wound up pressed against the sofa, Embry’s body settling between my legs to keep them spread. He gave a quiet growl as he stared down at me and settled in, pressing into me completely. Pinning me beneath him. But barely pressing his full weight into me, almost as if he thought he’d break me or I was made of glass. 

“ You don’t have to be gentle.” I muttered as my lips danced over his neck, leaving little marks behind. He sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at me as if wanting to be absolutely sure I was okay. That I wanted to go farther.

As if I intended to stop him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Embry muttered, his words coming out in labored pants. 

“You won’t.” I mumbled, letting out a gasp as rough,warm hands slipped up the bottom of my little yellow dress. His palm settling against my aching wet sex. Massaging me through soaked panties. My fingers dug into the couch and his shoulder as I rocked myself up into him. 

His mouth crashed against mine hungrily and his hand started to move faster. Pressing against my dripping core. The little friction it gave was just enough to make me want more. Just as I started to rock against his hand a little faster, breath catching in my throat, he started to slow down. “Easy, baby. Not yet.” he coaxed, making me pout up at him. His thumb rolled over the outline of my lips and I closed them around it, sucking. Making him growl out “Fuck.” as he bucked himself right against me. His nose pressed against my neck as he breathed in deep. My fingers dug into the cushion on the sofa just a little more. His hand settled against my cunt again, cupping. Rubbing slow and careful. So slow that the ache settled between my thighs doubled. And the more I tried to rock myself faster against his moving hand, the more he pressed his hips down into mine to attempt to keep me still. When he stopped again just as I started to get just a little closer to orgasm, I whined. Begging.

His mouth buried in mine, swallowing up the sounds. He moved his hand, growling when it came away wet. “You smell so fucking sweet. I wonder...” he mumbled lazily against my lips as the kiss came to a gradual stop, “If you taste as sweet.” gazing down at me with a hungry look in lust shot dark brown eyes as he licked his lips. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My thighs were so slick they slipped off one another if they brushed together. Embry worked my dress up over my hips. Pulling me up to finish pulling it off. Leaving me in only the pair of red panties I was wearing. He pulled away to stare. A hungry look in his eyes as they moved over my body.

 My fingers curled in the hem of a thin gray tank top he was wearing and I started to work it up, letting it hit the floor of the living room once I’d pulled it over his head. He slipped off the couch, standing in front of me. His hand lowered to the waistband of his jeans after he’d kicked off heavy soled boots, letting them settle on wooden floors with a soft thump. He unfastened and unzipped his jeans, letting them hit the floor around his ankles at which point he kicked them free. 

My eyes widened as I could see the size of the bulge strained against a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. ,, is he even going to fit?” the thought came, accompanied by a fresh rush of slick as it coated my panties and slicked up the insides of my thighs even more. He was lowering himself back down again, hovering over me. His forehead resting against mine as he muttered quietly, “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“Baby..” I started to argue that I knew he wouldn’t, but he shook his head and repeated himself firmly. I nodded, agreeing to let him know. He settled himself on top of me gingerly, again being too careful. Not wanting to press into me too much. But I wanted friction. I wanted to feel his body engulfing mine. Hard muscles against my soft skin. I grabbed a hold of his hips, pulling him down on top of me even more. He rutted himself against me with a low hungry growl that hung in the air between us, only drowned out by the sounds of his mouth as it worked over my body. Starting at my throat. Working down. His hands roamed up my sides, pushing my breasts together and his mouth latched on. Licking,kissing and sucking. Making me whimper his name and rock myself up into him, the ache building. Throbbing. 

By the time his mouth was down to my navel, he was reaching between us, the silent rip of fabric as my favorite red panties came away, tossed to the floor of his living room; torn. I raised my hand, tugging impatiently at the waistband of his boxers and rather than deny me, he obliged, raising to his knees. Slipping off the couch to let his boxers settle on the floor. His cock sprang free, standing at attention. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on his thick,veiny member, a quiet gasp filling the air. 

He positioned himself over me again. Gingerly. Desperate to feel skin against skin completely, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of my completely. A moan escaped my throat as soon as I felt his cock teasing at my dripping entrance. His hands were all over me, ghosting my sides. Finally settling on my hips. Rocking me over his thick,veiny length as he stared down at me, dazed.

Leaning in to whisper against the shell of my ear, “Love the way your body fits against mine, baby.” as I nodded, let my lips brush the side of his neck, latching onto skin as I tried to leave a mark, “Me too.” I muttered, gazing up at him with a soft smile. Rough hands caressed my cheek, skimming down the side of my body and Embry’s mouth danced down my neck. Teeth scraping against soft skin before locking around it. Tugging until I felt a mark forming. I moaned out, rocking myself up into him. One of my hands drifting up to tangle in his hair and tug at it, trying to pull his mouth against mine one more time, despite knowing one kiss is obviously not ever going to be enough when it comes to him.

He started to let his mouth roam over my bare body, sending goosebumps raising all over me as I felt his warm,wet tongue drag slowly over my skin. Trailing a lazy circle around my navel as he moved himself down my body. Settling between my legs, putting a leg over each shoulder as he met my gaze again. Licking his lips hungrily. Bucking against the couch in anticipation and practically growling when he glanced down and saw my thighs glistening with slick. His tongue rolled up my inner thigh, sloppy. Warm and wet and determined to lick me clean. My hand tangled in the hair on top of his head and my other hand gripped the couch as the warmth of his breath tickled bare skin. His nose bumped against my pelvic mound and I bit my lip, my back arching as his tongue circled my clit, working the throbbing bundle of nerves. The way he had my legs over his shoulder angled my hips. When his tongue buried deep in my pussy, I moaned out. Begging for more.

“Baby, ah, oh fuck.. Oh. Mmm. Right there.” I moaned out, gripping his hair and the couch tighter. Digging my heels into his back, making him bury his tongue inside my dripping sex deeper. “That feels so good, fuck.” I moaned out, rocking my hips up for him.

“Good girl. Move your hips. Fuck. You’re dripping.” Embry growled, leaving a more harsh bite against the inside of my thigh, right next to my crotch. A bite so deep I could feel the stinging bruise even after he’d backed away, glancing up at me tenderly just to make sure I was okay only to find me moaning, my head falling back as I licked my lips.

My stomach coiled and my body tensed as I started to race right into an orgasm that I knew would leave me shaking. Embry started to slow down and my eyes popped open, locking on him and the way he was positioned between my thighs below. Pouting. Begging him not to slow down. Begging him to let me let go. He rose up a little, making his way back up my body after lowering my legs. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Grabbing hold of my jaw as his mouth crashed against mine and he rocked himself against me, letting his cock drag right between my throbbing folds every single time he moved.

I gripped his jaw, making him lock eyes with me. His pupils were shot and the lust filled look in his eyes when they met mine had me whimpering his name. “C’mon… Please?” I begged breathlessly, another well timed rock against me with his cock grazing between my folds and the tip sinking in drew a breathy moan out of me that shattered the silence of the room. “Embry, please. Now.”

“Now, huh?” Embry responded in a husky whisper, his lips latching onto my neck. Sucking another mark into my skin. “Don’t let me hurt you. Because I know I’m going to get carried away, baby, I.. you just  feel so damn good.” Embry gasped out as he started to bury himself inside me deep. Going still once I was impaled on his thick,veiny member. Pressing little soft kisses against my warm skin as he let me adjust to the way he stretched and overfilled me. After a few seconds, the feeling of being stretched almost too much subsided and I started to slowly rock my hips into him. Whimpering and moaning as he started to drive into me slow and deep. Nearly pulling out completely with each thrust just to bury himself deep inside all over again. When my stomach coiled all over again, I rocked my hips faster. Trying to chase the orgasm he’d been denying me. Embry’s hands gripped my hips, slowing them almost to a grinding halt and I whimpered, begging.

“Not yet, baby.” he muttered. Raising to his knees. Bringing my legs up to my chest. Both hands on my hips as he pumped me up and down on his cock until I was moaning his name over and over, clinging to him when he came to a complete stop. Frustrated as hell because I’d been so close and Embry stopped again. A tear of frustration trickled down my cheek and Embry caught it with his finger. Licking his lips as he muttered quietly, “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, okay? Let go for me. C’mon, baby..” he started to pump himself in and out harder, faster.. The smack of skin against skin shattering the quiet. “C’mon. Let go, baby.” as he pushed me back against the couch, pinning me all over again. His hips smacking against mine erratically, the sound echoing off the walls. “That’s it.” he growled as I clenched around him, dangerously close to my orgasm shattering through, “Fuck. you’re so tight. Wet...Fuck, baby.” 

My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a dripping,whimpering mess, clinging to him. Trying to catch my breath. My hips meeting his as best as I could as I let him fuck me through the high of it. My nails caught in his skin and raked down his back, pulling a moan out of him as he buried his mouth against mine, muttering quietly, “You feel so so good. So good, baby. Don’t..” he groaned as his thrusts became sloppier. Slower in a desperate attempt to keep himself from getting off, “Ah, oh god. Mmm.” his hands gripped my hips tight, slamming me up and down on his cock as he bottomed out, striking against my throbbing,sensitive spot, pulling a loud whimper out of me in the process. “Baby.” he panted, locking eyes with me, “I’m so close. So close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop. Embry, please.” my back arched as his thrusts got even sloppier. Faster. So hard they were almost bruising each time his hips slammed against mine mid-thrust. “You sure?” he muttered against the shell of my ear, glancing down at me.

“Embry, fuck. Ah, fuck. Baby, don’t stop. Feels so good baby. Mmm, yeah.” I moaned out, my back arching away from the bed, my chest dragging over his as I clung to him. Trying to rock my hips urgently to keep him moving. Blinded by lust. My nails digging into his shoulder and dragging down his back lightly. Pulling a growl out of him that was swallowed by the hungry crash of our mouths against each others as his hips sputtered and I felt his cock throbbing. Emptying. Filling me full. 

After it was over, he planted soft kisses all over my face and neck and I pulled him down on top of me. He flipped us so that he was the one laying below, his arms locking around my body to hold me in place on top of him as I crashed my mouth against his all over again.

His eyes settled on the bites and nips he left behind and he grimaced, gingerly dragging his finger over the deepest one on the side of my neck. “I told you not to let me hurt you.”

“If it hurt, Embry, I would’ve told you. I’m not made of glass, baby.”

He eyed me, almost as if he were afraid I was just saying it. I gave a soft giggle and after wiggling around a little to get comfortable, I rubbed my nose against his, making him laugh. Stare up at me in awe only to burst into laughter when I settled on the couch next to him, purring in content, “I am.. Definitely going to get used to this. Mhm, yes I am.” through a sleepy yawn.

“Me too, babe.” Embry pulled me closer, letting my head rest against his chest. An arm wrapped around me tight after pressing his lips against my forehead...

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Mammon’s Wedding Part 2 -Truth or Dare Series

Mammon and Arianthi visit the human realm to get some much needed time away, but not everyone is pleased by their absence from the Devildom.  Time away from home makes the couple think about their future together.

(Artwork is a commission of my OC Arianthi and Mammon by @daddydemus​  They are an amazing artist so go visit their page and show them some love.)

This story is told from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi, and also features my enby OC Jax, from the Artist in the Devildom series.

NSFW: blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex, demon sex, foreplay, soft gentle sex......just some good old fashioned smut y’all.  

I sit wrapped in a large blanket on the hard packed sand of the beach watching the sun start to set and fog roll in over the water.  There’s a soft shuffling sound behind me and I smile to myself when I hear familiar muttering.

“What are ya doing out here?  Tryin’ to freeze to death?”  Despite his grumbling Mammon sits down behind me, pulling me between his legs so I can lean back against his chest.

“And what was the big idea leavin’ me alone like that?”  He kisses my temple, pouting.

I wrap his arms around me and squeeze his hands gently.  “I’m sorry baby.  You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to bother you.”

I can almost feel him frowning behind me.  “Are ya not sleepin’ again?”

“I’m ok baby, I promise.  I slept a little bit but I wanted to come watch the sunset.  There’s nothing like this in the Devildom.”

His arms tighten around me.  “Sure isn’t.  D-do ya miss it?  When you’re there with me?”

I lean my head back against his shoulder and tip my face up, silently asking for a kiss.  Mammon obliges and I savor the feeling of his lips against mine.  

“Sometimes I do,” I answer once we break apart.

“O-o-oh.”  

“I had 24 years of sun and different seasons.......24 years of this.”  I gesture out to the ocean.  “It’s hard to just let all of it go.”

Mammon stays silent, his body tense.

“I’ll never regret trading this to be with you,” I murmur, raising his hand to my mouth to place a tender kiss on his knuckles.

The tension automatically flows from his body and he chuckles.  “Of course ya don’t.  Who would ever regret bein’ with THE Great Mammon?”

I laugh and gently squeeze his thigh.  “You are so full of it.”

“But ya love me,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck, tickling me.

“So, so much.”

We sit in companionable silence, watching the horizon turn pink as the last few rays of the sun disappear.  

“What would ya think about stayin’ here?  About maybe not going back?”  Mammon finally asks.

I twist in his arms little so that I can look at him.  “I didn’t think that was an option.”

He gives a lazy shrug.  “There’s nothing sayin’ I have to stay in the Devildom.  I just can’t ever go back to the Celestial Realm.”  

His places his hands gently on my stomach.  “And if we ever get another chance at startin’ a family don’tcha think we’d be better off raising the kid here?”

I frown a little, considering his words.  “But what about your brothers?  And your modeling?”

He doesn’t look at me, just shrugs again.

I stare up at the sky, watching stars appear in the velvet darkness.

I miss this.  Seeing the sky and the sun.  I know he would miss his brothers though.  I would miss them.

“I think we should go back,” I finally say.  “That’s where your family is.  I don’t really have anything holding me here, just my friends from college, and we can visit often enough to see them.  Besides, if we have a baby that’s anything like you I’d like to have your brothers around.  I’m sure we’ll need all the help we could get.”

“Hey!”  Mammon pretends to be offended then squeezes me tightly.  “Are ya sure about this baby?”

I nod.  “I’m sure.”

He gives a low rumble of happiness before kissing the top of my head.  “So what are ya wantin’ to do about the wedding?”

“Oh.  Well, how does it normally work in the Devildom?”

Mammon scratches his head, thinking.  “I mean, it’s not really a thing down there ya know?  But there are commitment rituals for the ones that want to do it, just most of ‘em don’t stick with one person forever, so those are pretty rare.  How do ya do it here?”

“Some people turn it into a whole big production,” I say, laughing.  “Before the wedding there are usually bachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding shower, which is just a classier party with better gifts.”  

Mammon smirks.  “So parties and presents?  Sounds good so far.”

“Then there’s the wedding itself where you promise to love and take care of each other forever.”

He squints at me in confusion.  “We already did that.”

“Um well, a few of my friends have gotten married and they all had their ceremonies in churches.”

Mammon wrinkles his nose like he’s smelled something foul.  “I liked the party thing better.” 

“Don’t worry I’m not crazy about that either.  I don’t care where we get married, just that we do get married.  Most people have a reception after their wedding though, which is just another big party with booze and food and dancing.”  I pat his hand and smile at him reassuringly.

He nods begrudgingly.  “That sounds ok.”

I think for a second, trying to remember other details from different weddings I’ve attended.  “There’s a lot of paperwork you have to fill out and submit to the government to make the marriage legal.  And all the girls I know from college who’ve gotten married have taken their spouse’s last name.”  

“So ya got to turn in some papers to get married?  That’s what makes it official?  Not the lovin’ each other and promisin’ to be faithful and all that?”  Mammon looks singularly unimpressed.

“Welcome to the human realm.”

Mammon suddenly frowns.  “I don’t have a last name,” he grumbles.

“You could always take mine,” I say teasingly, smiling and booping his nose.

He doesn’t laugh the way he usually does when I boop him; instead he looks unusually serious.

“Mammon Wolf,” he says, knitting his eyebrows together, considering.

I stay quiet, rubbing gentle circles on the palm of his hand with my thumb.

“Mammon Wolf.”  He tries it out again, rolling the name around in his mouth.  He finally breaks out into a wide smile.  “I like that.  I wanna do it.”  

“Yeah?”  I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling very shy.

Mammon rubs his nose against my cheek.  “Why ya being all blushy baby?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, trying to hide my face against his chest.  “I guess......it just makes me really happy you’d want to do that.”

“Mmmmm.  You’re so cute when ya get all shy like this baby,” Mammon teases, kissing my neck softly.  “I still think it’s stupid ya gotta fill out paperwork to get married.  The promises are more important than some pieces of paper.”

I cuddle deeper into his embrace.  “You’re not wrong.  It’s not like you could fill out the paperwork anyway.”

“Mmm.”  He nibbles on the delicate shell of my ear.  “You wanna go grab some food?”

“Grace’s?”

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek.  “Sounds good.” 

He helps me to my feet and we walk the few hundred yards back to our Air BnB hand in hand.  We’ve been staying in a tiny town on the Washington coast for two weeks now, our return date to the Devildom still undetermined.  We’d spent our days so far exploring the beaches and small shops in town, returning to the beach house in the afternoons to cuddle and take long naps.  

I leave the blanket hanging on the porch railing and follow Mammon into the house.  

“Shower with me?”  Mammon raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

I tap my chin and pretend to think about it.

“Oi!”  He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, growling low in my ear.  “Ya really gotta think about it?” 

I run my hands under his shirt, walking my fingers over his abs and up to his chest.  He shivers beneath my touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.  I move my hands lower until my fingertips skirt the waistband of his jeans.  He closes his eyes and tosses his head back, subtly rocking his hips forward.  I run my hand over the front of his jeans, gently palming his hardening cock.  

“Uh,” Mammon whimpers.  “Play fair baby.”

I lean forward to mouth the sensitive skin below his ear.  “Never.”

He gives me a stinging slap on the ass and laughs.  “Go get in the damn shower human.”

I give him one last grope for good measure then sprint to the shower.  He chases after me laughing and calling my name.  We help each other undress and step under the stream of warm water, still teasing and laughing at each other.

“Help me wash up baby,” Mammon murmurs suggestively, rubbing his body against mine.

“I don’t know......” I tease, pushing my hips back against him.

“Come on Ari, please.......” he whines.

I love it when he calls me that.

I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss.  His tongue brushes mine and I reach lower, stroking his cock as he gasps into my mouth.  His hips move on their own accord, thrusting his cock into my hand as he grips my waist.  We’re both slick with soap and desperate with need; the build up of two months without sex.

Not quite yet.

I smirk and speed up the movement of my hand, listening as Mammon’s breathing picks up, waiting for the little cues that tell me he’s getting close.  He sucks in a deep, shaky breath as the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tighten.  When he bites his lip and his eyes start to flutter closed I know it’s time.  I slow my hand, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the palm of my other hand firmly over the head.

“Unh!”  Mammon’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open.  “W-w-what?  Why?” 

I take a step back and brush my wet hair out of my face, shrugging innocently at him.  

“Babyyyyyyyy,” he whines as he uses his body to press me against the cold tile of the shower, rubbing his hard cock against my thigh.  “Don’t stop.”

I reach around him to grab my shampoo, ignoring his pleas.  He ruts against my thigh needily, whimpering into my neck while I lather my hair.  I let him play while I rinse and then condition my hair, confident that he won’t cum without permission.  He bites down hard on my shoulder, trying to get my attention.

I grab a fistful of his hair and jerk his head back.  Hard.  

“That wasn’t very nice baby,” I murmur, nibbling a path up his neck to his ear.  “Be a good boy and don’t do it again.”

He mumbles something unintelligible as he reaches for me, trying to pull to me closer.

“What’s that baby?”  I tug on his hair again.

“I won’t do it again miss,” he whispers, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

“Such an obedient boy,” I praise him before dropping a series of soft kisses over the taut skin of his chest.

“Please Ari, please.......please,” Mammon whimpers, rocking his hips, desperate for more friction.

“Mmmmm........I don’t know baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a teasing kiss on the lips.  

I stretch up on my tiptoes to bring my mouth close to his ear.  “Wouldn’t it be more fun to wait until later tonight?  It could make the finish a little more.......explosive.”

Mammon goes stiff and his whole body shudders; I can almost hear his thoughts.  On one hand, some quick shower fun and a nice orgasm now.  On the other hand, hours of teasing, frustration, and orgasm denial culminating in some no holds barred sex......which he hasn’t had in months.

I watch his internal debate for a full minute before he growls in frustration and lets me go.  

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, turning the temperature of the water down to freezing and standing directly under the spray.

I shriek and jump out of the shower.  I hear Mammon yell, “Serves ya right!” before I grab a towel and scamper out to the bedroom to get dressed.

An hour later we’re finishing up a doubles game of pool at Grace’s, a low key pub that we discovered our first night here.  Our opponents are another pair of tourists and Mammon being Mammon, has bet $100 on the game.  It was a good bet considering our opponents have yet to make any of their shots and all we have left is to sink the 8 ball.

I study the table, trying to decide which pocket to call.  Mammon is animatedly chatting up the other couple, gesturing wildly with his hands while they laugh.

“Hey baby?”  I call out to get his attention.

“Hmm?”  He turns his blue eyes to me and raises his eyebrows.

I raise my pool cue.  “Come help your girl make this shot?” 

Despite the blush on his cheeks he gives me a cocky smirk as he saunters over.

I hook his pinky with mine and grin at him.  “So what do you think I should do?”

He tilts his head and studies the table for a moment before gesturing and saying, “Corner pocket.”

I pout and look up at him through my eyelashes.  “Help me?”

He raises his eyebrows.  “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”  

“Is it going to work?”

He doesn’t even hesitate.  “Damn right it is.”

I giggle as he stands behind me and we lean over the pool table together.  He hold his hands over mine, back flush to my chest, our hips pressed tightly together.  Mammon bites his lip in concentration as he helps me line up the shot and I subtly press back into him.  He starts a little but doesn’t loose focus.   I press my hips back a little more and grind my ass over his cock.

“Fucking hell baby,” he mutters, stepping back quickly.

“You ok?”  One of our opponents asks.

“Just fine,” Mammon answers between gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at me.

I blink back at him innocently before calling and sinking the shot.  I lean against the pool table and smile at Mammon as he collects our winnings and then walks back over to me.

“Nice shot baby,” he says as he leans down to kiss me gently.

“Couldn’t have done it without you Mr. Wolf,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyelids flutter at the sound of the name and he shivers in delight.  He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the pool table, standing between my legs.

“Say it again,” he growls.

“Say what?”

“You damn well know what.”  He nips at my earlobe.  “Say.  It.  Again.”

I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.  “Come here and kiss me Mr. Wolf.”

“Fuuuck.”  He brings his lips down on mine, jerking me into a rough kiss.  I flick my tongue against his and he moves to grind against me, stopping himself at the last moment.  

“Hey you two, knock it off!”  A playful voice reprimands us as a dishtowel smacks against the side of Mammon’s face.

We break apart sheepishly and Mammon helps me down from the pool table.

“Sorry Grace,” I apologize to the bar’s titular owner.

“No you’re not.”  She smirks at me, brown eyes shining.  

“Not even a little.”

She laughs, pushing her white hair out of her eyes.  “How much did you take off those tourists?”

“$100.”

“Play you for it,” she challenges Mammon with a grin.

“Feelin’ luckier tonight than ya were a few days ago?”  He smirks.

I think I’ll leave before the shit talking truly starts.

I kiss his cheek for luck.  “I’m going to go talk to Jordan.”

“Bring me another beer when you come back?”

“Sure thing my love.”

Mammon smacks my ass as I walk away and when I turn back to glare at him he and Grace are both laughing.  I smile and roll my eyes before making my way to the other side of the pub, looking for Grace’s wife.  I find her cleaning glasses at the far end of the bar.

“Hey you,” she greets me as I slide onto a bar stool.  “Where’s your man at tonight?”

I nod towards the pool tables.  “Playing pool with your wife.”

She chuckles.  “Get you anything?”

“Two more pints of Guinness?”

“Sure thing kiddo.  Do you mind if I finish these glasses up first?” 

I shake my head then rest my chin in the palm of my hand to relax and watch her work.  A loud whoop comes from the direction of the pool tables; Jordan and I both look over to see Mammon sink a trick shot.  He looks up, searching the bar for me, wanting to show off.  He relaxes and smiles wide when he realizes I’ve already been watching him and gives me a small wave.  

“When are going to marry that boy?”

“Hmm?”  I twist on my stool to face Jordan.  “Sorry, what did you say?”

She grins at me.  “I said, when are you going to marry that boy?”

“Just as soon as I can,” I answer softly.

She frowns a little, pale blue eyes studying me carefully.  “Somethin’ not working out with the wedding planning?” 

I stare at her, mouth open.  “Someday you’re going to tell me how to do that.”

“You pick up a few things when you’ve been bartending as long as I have.  So spill.  What’s the problem?”  

I shrug, tapping my fingernails on the bar top.  “There’s nothing wrong.”  

I think back to the earlier conversation at the beach.  “Mammon has some......special circumstances and he isn’t able to fill out the paperwork so we can get married.”

She arches an eyebrow at me.  “So?”

“So........what?”

“So what does some paperwork matter?  That’s not what makes the marriage.”

I keep tapping moodily on the bar top.  “That’s what Mammon said too.”

Jordan grabs one of my hands.  “Look kiddo, you think Grace and I had legal paperwork when we got married in ‘79?  We wrote our own vows and got married anyway and we’re 41 years strong.”

I nod, following along.

“Let me ask you something; where ever you two are going after this, is having legal paperwork going to make any difference to your situation?”

“No.”

She grins at me.  “And I know you’re both over 18.  So go on and marry that boy your way.”

I find myself grinning back at her.  “Thanks Jordan.”

She slides two more pints of Guinness across the bar.  “No worries.  But it looks like your guy could use a little rescuing.”  

I turn to see a petite redhead standing entirely too close Mammon.  As I look on she reaches out and strokes his arm with her fingers, smiling brightly at him.  He quickly steps out of reach, looking down at her in confusion.

I dig a twenty out of my pocket and slap it down on the bar.  “Thanks Jordan.”

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

I grab the two pints and purposefully stalk back to the pool tables.

Is this what Mammon feels like all the time?  Jesus Christ.  No wonder he gets cranky.  

I set the two pints down on the pool table then hug Mammon from behind, slipping my hands into his front pockets.  

“Make a new friend baby?”  I ask.

A rush of air leaves Mammon as he sighs in relief.  “Nope.  Just missin’ you.”

He moves me to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.  

The redhead frowns prettily, eyes flickering between Mammon and me.  “I didn’t know you were here with someone.”

I hold my hand out.  “I’m Arianthi.  His wife.”

Mammon momentarily starts behind me before sighing happily and hugging me to him more tightly.  “My wife,” he echoes.  

“Amy.”  She gingerly shakes my hand.  “Um, well.....I should be getting back to my friends.”

I hear Mammon chuckle behind me as she scurries back to her friends.

“What was that all about?  Were ya feelin’ jealous?”  Mammon’s tone is equal parts shock and amusement.

I turn in his arms to face him.  “Yes.”

His mouth drops open.  “Oh.  I didn’t think you’d admit it.”

I laugh then nuzzle my face into his chest, mumbling softly.

“What’d you say baby?”  

I sigh.  “I said you’re mine.”

He grins down at me.  “Goddamn right I am.”

“I didn’t like seeing her touch you.  At all.”

“Ohh, I like this cute little face you make when you’re jealous.”  Mammon runs his fingers along my jaw.  “Thanks for rescuing me baby.”

I give him a soft kiss.  “Anytime.  Now drink your beer before it gets warm.”

We stay at Grace’s until last call then wander back to the our beach house hand in hand.  I dreamily gaze at Mammon as we walk, admiring his profile in the soft light of the moon.  His hair and gold jewelry stand out in stark relief against his tan skin, and his blue eyes glow in the darkness.

Mammon catches me looking.  “Oi!  Whaddya starin’ at?”  

“You.”

“What for?”  He grumbles.

“You’re really pretty Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes go wide and his face flushes.  “O-o-oh.”

I slip a hand in one of the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze.  “You’ve got a great ass too.”

“Yeah?”  He gives me a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah.”

We climb the porch steps and I wait while Mammon fumbles with his keys to unlock the door.  I stand behind him, pressing my breasts against his back and running my hands along his thighs.

Mammon’s hands shake a little and he nearly drops his keys. “Damn it baby.”

He tries to sound gruff but the breathy tone of his voice gives away his excitement.  I reach around to stroke him though his jeans and smile at his sharp intake of breath.

I lean forward to kiss his neck.  “Come on Mr. Wolf.......get door open so we can go play.”

Mammon groans, hurriedly shoving the key into the lock and turning it so quickly I’m afraid he’s going to snap it off.  He quickly pushes me inside, kicking the door shut behind us before he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom.

I yelp in surprise when he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress.  “Mammon!”

“You’ve been teasin’ me all damn night,” he mutters, yanking his shirt over his head.  “Rubbin’ that cute ass on me, feelin’ me up every chance ya got.”

He kicks his boots off next.  “Kissin’ on my neck the way ya know I like it.”  He unzips his jeans.  “Makin’ me a goddamn horny mess.”

He steps to the edge of the bed and pulls his cock free of his jeans, stroking and staring at me hungrily.  “Get over here and finish what ya started in the shower.”

I shiver in excitement and my eyes roll back in my head a little.

Stern Mammon makes his appearance.

“Right away Mr. Wolf,” I murmur, moving so that I’m lying on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.  

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, moving to to stand over me.  “Are ya sure baby?  I-I don’t know if I can be gentle about this right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be gentle Mammon.”  I look up at him and very deliberately open my mouth wide.

He lets out a guttural moan and works his jeans down a little lower on his hips.  Cock hard and heavy in his hand, he strokes as he rubs the head over my lips and tongue, teasing me and letting me taste his pre-cum.  He’s trying to ease me into it, to not start off too rough right away; his hands are trembling, the muscles in his legs straining against his urge to give in and ruthlessly fuck my face.

I reach out and grip the back of his thighs with my hands, urging him forward.  He looks down at me uncertainly.  I urge him forward a little more, opening my mouth wider and taking his cock deeper into the warmth of my mouth.  The fragile thread of his self control snaps and Mammon places his hands on the mattress, one on either side of my head, and rocks his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

My back arches up off of the bed and I choke a little as I take the entire length of Mammon’s cock into my mouth.  His eyes widen in alarm and he attempts to pull back but I dig my fingertips into the soft flesh of his thighs, holding him still.  His hands grip the sheets and he hisses in pleasure.

“Ya really want it like that?”

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles.

Mammon’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a deep growl.  “Tap my leg three times if ya need to breathe.”

He withdraws then snaps his hips forward repeatedly in a punishing rhythm, barely giving me a chance to take a breath before bottoming out in my mouth again.  The sound of fabric ripping fills the room and cold air rushes over my chest.  Mammon pushes the remains of my shirt and bra aside and caresses my breasts gently, the soft touch at odds with his rough treatment of my mouth.

I gasp around his cock as Mammon’s cool fingers tease my nipples, pinching and tugging them to sensitive buds.  I close my eyes and relax my throat, humming in pleasure.

“Oh fuck.”  Mammon’s voice is breathy and I can feel his his body tense as he nears orgasm.

I reach up and behind me to drag my fingernails down his abs, scraping gently at the sensitive flesh.  Mammon shivers and thrusts into my mouth one final time, his thick, warm cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat as he moans out my name in pleasure.  He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths before pulling his softening cock out of my mouth and helping me sit up.

I swallow his cum and greedily suck in a deep breath of air before smirking at him.  He immediately flushes pink and looks down at the floor shyly.

“Whaddya lookin’ at me like that for?”

I shrug out of the remains of my shirt and bra, using the ripped fabric to wipe my mouth and chin.  “You’ve never used your strength like that before when we’ve......you know.”

His eyes widen.  “I-I’m sorry.  It just felt so good, it was too good baby, I just needed to.......”

“Don’t be sorry!”  I reach out and pull him down onto the bed with me.  “I liked it.”  

I cuddle into him, dropping soft kisses down his neck and across his collarbone.  

“Yeah?”  Mammon smirks down at me.

“Oh yeah.  You owe me a new bra though.”

He chuckles.  “When we get back to the Devildom I’ll buy ya all the lingerie ya want baby.”

I laugh and tug on his jeans.  “How ‘bout you take these off and get in bed with me?”

“After a blowjob like that I’ll do anything ya want me to.”

We both shimmy out of our jeans and slip beneath the cool sheets, cuddling close to each other for warmth.  I curl my fingers tightly around the object I pulled out of the pocket of my jeans before I got into bed.

Mammon taps a finger against my closed fist, smiling softly.  “Whatcha got there baby?”

I reach for his hand and gently press a simple platinum band into his palm.  He looks at me in confusion then raises the ring to look at the writing on the inside of the band.  

“What’s this say?”  He asks softly, tracing the engraving with one slender finger.

“Da mi basia mille, dein mille altera,” I whisper, running my thumb gently over his full lower lip.  “’Give me a thousand kisses, then a thousand more’.  It’s Latin, from a love poem by Catullus.”

I take the ring from him and slip it onto the ring finger of his left hand.  He gasps quietly, blue eyes flying up to meet mine.

“I love you so much Mammon.  You are the only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life.  I promise I will always be on your side; I will always be your best friend and your fiercest protector.  I promise to make you laugh every single day, and to never let you forget how very loved and wanted you are.  I’m so excited to build a life with you and to see you be a father to our children.  I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you and I’m so proud to call you my husband.”  

I bring his hand to my lips and gently kiss each finger, lingering on his wedding band.  

Mammon gives me a shaky smile and pulls me tight to his chest.  I can feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my fingertips and he presses a soft kiss into my hair.  

“If ya would’ve told me a year and a half ago I’d be gettin’ married and tryin’ to start a family and bein’ more responsible I woulda thought you were out of your damn mind.  Especially if ya told me I’d be gettin’ married to a human.”

I swat at his chest playfully and he grabs my hand, kissing my fingertips.

“I’m bein’ serious when I say you are the very best thing that has ever happened to me.  And I’ve been alive a long damn time.  You’ve always made me feel important; you make me brave and you make me confident.  I promise I’ll always keep you and our family safe.  I’m gonna work so hard to never let ya down again.  I can’t promise I never will but I’m always gonna try.  I promise to keep bein’ your best friend and to always put ya first.  I’m gonna do everything possible to be the best husband and dad I can be.  I love ya so damn much it hurts sometimes, but I’m never gonna stop.  I’ll love ya until my very last breath.  Thank you so much for bein’ my wife baby.”

Mammon holds me close and cups my face in his hands, kissing me softly, a few happy tears dropping onto my cheeks.  I thread my fingers through his silky hair and pull slowly on his bottom lip with my teeth.  He sighs into my mouth and I brush his tongue with mine, tasting him.  I grip his hips and slowly pull him on top of me, arching my body up to meet his.

“Please Mammon.......I need you,” I murmur against his lips, breathless with lust and happiness.  

His whole body shudders at my whispered request and a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks.  “I need you too,” he replies, shifting his body so that his hips rest between my thighs.  

Mammon lowers his head to my neck as one large hand slides down my waist to my hip.  He drops a series of feather light kisses against my neck and I throw my head back against the pillows, giving a soft gasp of pleasure when he slides one slender finger deep into my pussy.

He moves his head lower and gently sucks on of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and fangs.  I grip the sheets beneath me tightly and whimper when he slowly adds a second finger.  He strokes me gently, delicately, taking his time to work me into a frenzy.  Mammon’s mouth moves to my other nipple to lavish it with attention while his fingers slide out of my pussy to trace teasing circle around my clit.

“Mammon.......”  I let go of the sheets to card my hands through his hair, flinching in surprise when I suddenly feel his ......horns?

My eyes fly open to see Mammon above me, still stroking and suckling, fully in his demon form, his wings spread wide as he pleasures me.  I slide my hands into his hair again and teasingly stroke the skin around the base of his horns.

“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, before his eyes open wide in realization and he starts to pull away from me.  “I’m so so-”

I grab his face in my hands and pull him back down to me, passionately kissing him.  “Don’t you dare apologize,” I order him when finally break the kiss.

“’I’ve never shifted in the middle before, I mean.......you don’t mind if I stay like this while we.......”  He trails off, the tips of his ears scarlet.

I stretch languidly, pressing my body flush to his.  “Not even a little bit Mr. Wolf.”

He smiles at me shyly.  “Well in that case......”

Mammon lowers his head, kissing and biting along my collarbone, before working his way up my neck and across my jaw.  His hands caress my thighs and he gently pushes my legs back until my knees are touching my chest.  He gives me a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue entering my mouth at the same moment he slides his cock into my pussy.  He slowly bottoms out, rolling his hips as his thick cock stretches me.

“Tell me how ya want me Ari,” he whispers.

“Be gentle with me tonight Mammon.”

He nods, pressing soft kisses all over my face as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and pulls out, before slowly thrusting back into me as deep as he possibly can.  He presses his face against my neck, sliding his hands up the mattress to grip mine and pin them above my head.  I don’t resist, fully surrendering my body to his worship.

“You are everything,” he murmurs, mouthing at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, continuing his slow, deep thrusts.  He keeps my wrists pinned with one hand and uses his other to slowly trace the curve of my waist down to my hip.

I arch my body, trying to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.  

Mammon’s hand slides back up to cup my jaw and he tenderly brushes his thumb over my lips.  I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me adoringly; his blue eyes soft and hazy with tears of joy and love.  I raise my hips to meet his every deep thrust, captivated by the way his body moves as he fucks me.  

He pulls away from me for a moment to adjust our position, lowering my legs  and allowing me to wrap them around his waist.  He pushes up to his knees and lifts my hips to thrust his cock deep into my pussy.  I bite down hard on my lower lip in an effort to stop from screaming out.  

His hand comes back up to stroke my cheek and he gently works his thumb into my mouth.  

“None of that baby,” he purrs, rolling his hips, each movement carefully calculated to allow his thick cock to stretch me even further.  “I wanna hear every little noise ya make tonight.”

“Yes Mr. Wolf,” I mumble around his thumb.  

His eyes roll back a little as his hips stutter.  “Keep that up and I’ll cum before ya know it,” he mutters.

I grab his hand, guiding it down to my breast and whisper, “I’m sorry Mr. Wolf.  Please forgive me?”

He groans, hands tightening on my breast and hip so hard that his fingernails prick my skin.  A shudder runs through his wings and he snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasp.  “More Mammon, more.”

He smirks at me, pulling all the way out before thrusts his cock back into my pussy excruciatingly slowly while his lazily circles my clit with one fingertip.  

“You said ya wanted gentle baby,” he murmurs.  “I’m gonna work ya up nice and slow.  Make ya cum so hard and leave ya so fucked out you won’t wanna leave this bed for days.”

Mammon rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he buries his cock in my pussy, sending me over the edge.  He holds still as I cum, my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.

“Fuck I love makin’ you cum.”  He resumes his languid pace, slowly working my body up to my next orgasm. “Do you even know how pretty you look, cummin’ all over my cock like that?  And ya feel so fuckin’ good, all tight and wet just for me-”

He moans loudly and buries his face into my neck.  I wrap my arms and legs around him to hold his body flush to mine.  I slide one hand into his hair, reaching up to grip one of his horns.  

“Ari.........Ari please baby,” he whimpers, nipping at my neck.  “I’m gonna cum if ya keep doin’ that.”

I snake my other hand into his hair, gently wrapping my fingers around his other horn.  “Cum for me then.  I’m so close.....I want you to cum with me Mammon.”

He shivers in response and his wings flutter.  “Yes........yes baby.”

I kiss his neck, leaving gentle bites, and close my eyes as I lose myself in the sound of our breathy moans and the feel of his cock deep in my pussy.  Suddenly he presses his forehead against mine.

“Look at me baby, please.  I need to see you,” Mammon whimpers, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

I look up at him; taking in his disheveled white hair and the way small beads of sweat roll down the firm muscles of his chest.  He bites his lip, hungrily looking down at me with wide blue eyes.  I feel my second orgasm coming on, hot and quick.  I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him gently, tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue.

Two more deep strokes and I orgasm again, my body pressed tight against Mammon’s.  He follows me quickly, whimpering as my pussy clenches around his cock and his warm cum fills me.  

We stay joined for several long moments and kiss softly while Mammon cradles me close to his chest, his wings draped over us.  

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too.  So much,” Mammon replies, nuzzling his nose against mine.

Thirty minutes later I emerge from the shower, smiling to myself when I walk back into the bedroom and hear Mammon snoring softly.  He’s stretched out on his stomach, his head cradled on his right arm, while his left arm is flung out in front of him and resting on my pillow.  The early morning light seeps through the window, highlighting the bright white of his hair and making the platinum of his wedding band spark.

Too adorable.  Must.  Take.  Picture.

I find my D.D.D. and snap a quick picture, writing a quick caption and uploading it to Devilgram.  I tag Mammon in the picture and grin when I notice that he’s made a change to his Devilgram page.

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Several hours later Diavolo is sitting in his office at R.A.D., taking a break from a mountain of paperwork that has accumulated since Arianthi has been in the human realm.

With Mammon.

Diavolo’s face darkens and he scrolls through his D.D.D. searching for something to take his mind off of her.  His eyes suddenly widen and he grits his teeth, the small muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares down at the screen of his D.D.D.  His hand tightens on the device and it shatters, small pieces of plastic raining down onto the surface of his desk. 

Barbatos silently steps forward and sweeps the remnants of the D.D.D. into a small wastebasket and makes a mental note to pick up a new one for his master.  

Barbatos says nothing as he watches Diavolo despondently cradle his head in his hands.  The only sound he makes is a soft sigh as he exits Diavolo’s office.  If only Diavolo had listened to his subtle suggestions on wooing Arianthi.  Things could have been so very, very different for his lord.  

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Jax and the six demon brothers lounge in the living room after dinner.

“Has anyone heard from Arianthi or Mammon today?”  Lucifer inquires as he sifts through student applications to R.A.D.

“Not me,” Satan answers without looking up from his book. 

“Nope,” Beel and Belphie say in unison.

Levi and Jax shake their heads while Asmo frowns down at his D.D.D. in concentration.

“Asmo?”  Lucifer raises his voice to catch his younger brother’s attention.

“What?!”  Asmo asks, startled.

“I asked if anyone has heard from Mammon or Arianthi today.”

Asmo shakes his head then returns his attention to his D.D.D. and frowns again.  

“Is there something wrong Asmodeus?”

“Oh, no.  Mammon changed his screen name on Devilgram is all.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes before picking up a pen and turning his attention back to his work.

Jax lays their head in Beel’s lap and smiles up at him as they pull out their D.D.D.  Beel gently runs his fingers through their hair before opening his potions textbook and beginning to read.

Jax brings up Devilgram up to check Arianthi’s page, curious to see if she’s uploaded any new vacation photos.  They pause on her newest photo of Mammon and give a soft smile. 

“Awwwww,” they coo, drawing the attention of the brothers.

Levi quirks an eyebrow at them.  “What was that for?”

“Arianthi posted a really cute picture on Devilgram of Mammon sleeping.”

“What!”  The brothers all scramble for their D.D.D.s to check the post.

Lucifer smirks while Levi and Satan snicker and Asmo re-blogs it.  

“This is too good,” Belphie chuckles.  “I wonder if he’ll make her take it down once he sees it.”

“It’s cute,” Beel murmurs, leaning down to kiss Jax’s forehead.

Jax smiles at the picture one last time and starts to exit Devilgram when something in the picture catches their attention.  They scroll to Mammon’s page then quickly go back to Arianthi’s page.

“Holy shit those crazy bitches really did it!”  They exclaim, sitting up so quickly they startle Beel into dropping his book.

“Who did what now?”  Levi asks, annoyed.

“They got married!”

“Who did?”  

Asmo’s eyes go wide as he puts the pieces together.  “That’s why he changed his screen name!”

Lucifer scowls.  “What are you two talking about?”

“Mammon and Arianthi got married!”

“WHAT?”

Jax motions everyone over to them and opens up Mammon’s Devilgram.  “He changed his name to Mr. Mammon Wolf.  Wolf is Arianthi’s last name.”

Everyone but Asmo looks at them skeptically.

“Now read her caption - ‘My present, my future, my forever’.”

Lucifer looks at him, completely unimpressed.  “Is that supposed to mean something to us?”

Asmo sighs.  “That caption is so disgustingly sweet only a newlywed would have written it.”

“Weak,” Levi scoffs at his younger brother.

Jax rolls their eyes and brings up the picture Arianthi posted of Mammon sleeping.  “Look!  Look at Mammon’s left hand.”

“Oh my dark lord,” Lucifer breathes.

“Is that....?”  Satan whispers.

“That’s a wedding ring.  I’d bet my right nipple on it,” Jax says triumphantly. 

Mammon’s brothers share one long, shocked look while Jax sits in smug silence.  

A small smile slowly forms on Lucifer’s face.  “Well.  It seems that we’ll need to prepare a party to welcome them home.

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After posting the picture to Devilgram I slip back into bed with Mammon, snuggling under his arm and close to his chest.

His eyes blink open slowly and he gives me a soft smile.  “Hey wife,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep. 

“Hey husband,” I murmur, gently brushing my lips over his.

Mammon chuckles and his arm tightens around me.  “How ya feelin’?”

“Sleepy.  Happy.  Loved.”  I sigh in contentment as I sink deeper into his embrace.

He kisses my forehead.  “How ‘bout we get a little more sleep and then I’ll show ya just how loved ya are?”

I roll onto my side and he pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest, and he curls his body around mine protectively.

“I love you baby,” Mammon say softly, kissing the back of my neck.

“I love you too,” I murmur as my eyelids flutter shut and I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in my husband’s arms.

[dogfatherpads]

Love through the Seasons! (Sirius Black)

Hello again everybody! I cant explain where this idea came from. This will be a four part “series” if you want to call it that. A “chapter” for each season. Enjoy. 

for Ellie @marauderskeeper

SUMMER

It was easy to love Sirius in the Summer.

In the summer, his hair lightened from being out in the sun all day

Tinkering with the bike again because “It’s going to fly this time, I just know it.”

He hated the freckles that came with the sun and splattered across his shoulders and nose until one night when you tried to kiss every single one of them as he giggled and whined that it tickled 

You lost count after 352

Sirius wasn’t a very great cook but in the summer, he loved to make fruit tarts and delighted in hearing you scream as he turned the merengue bowl over your head

“If the peaks are stiff and I’ve done it correctly, I can put the bowl over your head and why are you hitting me it’s still in the bowl!!”

He’d take you for rides on his motorcycle to relieve the heat

the speed at which he flew down the highways was always exhilarating 

you liked to rest your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed as the wind whistled in your ear and blew the scent of his lavender shampoo across your face

“let’s floo to Italy instead,” he’d say when you suggested going out for ice cream. “I don’t like soft serve and the best gelato is served in Italy. We’re going get your shoes.”

You find him sitting in the kitchen by the window at 3 in the morning and stop yourself from speaking when you notice his eyes are closed, the breeze blowing his hair across his face and tickling his nose.

You stand frozen, almost entranced as the beads of sweat drip languidly down his chest 

“‘s not polite to stare,” he’d murmur 

“You weren’t in bed..”

“Too hot, the sheets are too warm. Im sorry I left you there alone, come and join me,” he’d hold out a hand towards you, opening a single eye when you hesitated.

“I have an idea.” 

It was only seconds before you had the mattress laying in front of the open french doors in the living room, a spell cast to keep the bugs and other intruders out

“You’re brilliant,” he’d sigh with a contented smile as the breeze fluttered in

He’d risen an eyebrow when you hesitated once again to join him, then smiled softly when you pulled your night gown over your head

you’d wake up in the morning wrapped around him, the morning breeze making you shiver 

“Cold?” he’d mumble sleepily, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm

“Only a little.”

“I’ll warm you right up,” he’d chuckle at your squeal as he rolled over and onto you.

Sirius sang in the shower

This wasn’t any thing new, but in the summer, the songs were much happier 

Here comes the Sun, I think we’re alone now, Dancing Queen, and

“Stevie Wonder?” you wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your lips to his shoulder.

“It’s a love song,” he’d turn in your arms and smile sheepishly. “Lily was listening to him all day yesterday. Got him stuck in my head so she lent me her... radiator?”

“Radio, Sirius,” you’d giggle and he’d roll his eyes, beginning to lather soap into your hair 

“This one’s my favorite, listen.”

You’d rest your head on his chest, listening to him hum along with Stevie wonder as his fingers massaged your scalp

“You are the sunshine of my life, that’s why I’ll always stay around,” he’d sing softly, “you are the apple of my eye, forever you’ll stay in my heart.”

And then he’d giggle and you’d smack him when you’d realize he’d been lathering your hair into a mohawk the whole time

“the king of romance obviously.”

His lips would taste of Lily’s mint lemonade in the afternoon after brunch with the Potters

“I can’t believe Lily’s so big already, Harry will be here in no time,” he’d mumble against your lips, his fingers playing at the hem of your blouse. “Perhaps we should make him someone to play with.”

Many days were spent at the Potter’s and at the lake near their home

He’d teach you how to skip rocks and grin when you rolled your eyes as he moved in behind you, much closer than necessary

“Just trying to show you the proper technique and posture love!” he’d put on the most innocent expression 

He and James would argue over the rope they’d tie to swing off of and into the lake

“that’s much too high”

“Don’t be a chicken Prongs!”

“Im not a chicken Im a father!”

“He’s a chicken!” Lily would yell back causing Sirius to snort and James to clip him in the back of the head

Lily would cheer you on from the shore as you wrestled James from atop of Sirius’ shoulders

“YOU GOT THIS BABE!!!”

“How could I not win with my wife cheering me on, you should give up now!” James would shout, already wobbly on Remus’ shoulders

“I was talking about y/n. Kick his ass!!” Lily would yell

“Could you weigh any more Prongs?!”

Sirius would pout when you’d laugh at the tan lines as he removed his shorts before a shower one evening after being at the lake with the boys all day

“My ass is not pale. Stop laughing!!”

It was endearing to watch him in the kitchen with Lily

“Have you also put on a few pounds since these two started their baking phase?” you’d rest your head on James’ shoulder as you two watched them from the couch

“I knew my waist line was in trouble the second I said I do. I already put on the happy husband weight!” he’d complain

“PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER!!” he and Lily would shout as they slow danced in front of the stove 

“Your singing is as bad as your dancing,” James would laugh

“Shut up Prongs, at least I don’t step on her feet!”

“Exactly,” Lily would laugh with him as they continued around the kitchen

The nights of the full moon were always difficult

Remus always came down to the Potter’s smiling ruefully

“Prongs you don’t have to do this. You’re gonna be a dad now.”

“I can handle Moony on my own Prongs!” Sirius would chime in, smiling brightly. Always stupidly brave

you had to bite your tongue, it was dangerous when it was all four of them but Sirius alone?

You’d never resent Remus for needing the company, but it worried you to think of Sirius out there alone

“Don’t be stupid you two, I’m coming,” James would shake his head and you’d sigh selfishly in relief, “you think I’d let you have all the fun without me?”

Sirius would turn to you before leaving 

“I’ll be safe, I promise.”

“I know, I just can’t help but worry..”

“Hey, I come back to you every time, don’t I?” He’d tilt your chin and give you a small smile

“Yes, Remus needs you now. So go,” you’d put on your best grin and he’d brush his fingers softly across your face

“I love you.” And then he was gone.

You and Lily spent most of those nights awake together, brewing wolfsbane for Remus as she’d read somewhere that it would make the wolf calmer

 but it was harder for her now 

she’d sleep with her head in your lap as you absentmindedly braided her hair

“You should sleep,” she’d mumble late into the night, “he’s gonna come home bruised and so is Remus. They’ll need us alert in the morning to clean them up.”

You’d doze off eventually, praying to whatever higher power existed that those boys got home safely

“babe?” your eyes would snap open, focusing on his grey ones

“Sirius!” you’d embrace him strongly, pulling back abruptly when he winced

“Im so sorry. Where is Remus, are you hurt?”

“Breathe for a minute love,” he’d chuckle, pressing his hands to your face.

“Remus is sleeping, nothing major, Lily already cleaned up his scrapes. Can you help with mine?”

It wasn’t as bad during the summer. No broken bones for Remus, only a few scrapes for the boys

perhaps it was the sunny days and laughs and carefree days that made the full moons easier during the summer

“Don’t move or it’ll hurt,” you’d kiss him softly when he winced at the wet cloth, “what happened here.”

“Rough housing,” he’d chuckle light heartedly and you’d wrap your arms around him tightly.

“Hey...” he’d rub your back softly, “I’m alright love. Honest. A split brow just makes me look cooler anyway.”

“It never gets easier,” you’d mumble into his neck.

“I know. But I’ll always come back to you. I promise.”

[antivanruffles]

Ever After

The Strain FX. Dutch/Vasiliy. Post-series. SFW. 

A/N: I’m obsessed with them and I don’t care. Also the writers were wrong they were together entire 5 years! Also on AO3

Sometimes Dutch missed the old place in Red Hook, the familiarity of it. The piecemeal security of it. Sometimes she missed the pawn shop for the exact same reasons. But they both held too many memories. Good, bad, and otherwise. 

That was the problem post-Master life, as things became more normal -- or what passed for normal anyway -- life became less about survival and more about living. It unfortunately gave you time to think. 

Time to think about the mistakes that were made, the people who were gone, and the things better off forgotten. Dutch still couldn’t stand the smell of pineapple, but sleep came easier. There was a practicing therapist in Manhattan, and now alcohol wasn’t her only means of quieting the thoughts and memories racing through her mind.

That didn’t mean she didn’t imbibe from time to time, it just meant it wasn’t a means to an end anymore. Although she did think of Eph whenever she poured liquor into a shot glass, now measuring instead of pouring freely. Just like she thought of the old man whenever she saw that cane by the door. 

Dutch glanced at it now, the polished wolf's head glinting under the overhead lights. It didn't see much use now, and she almost wanted to put it somewhere special. A place of honor. But Vasiliy was adamant that the old man wouldn't want that. So there it stayed, brought with them when they moved in. Because what was the point of having an up and coming real estate mogul as a friend if he wasn't going to give you first pick of the recently refurbished apartments.

The spacious apartment was all she would have wanted before the world turned to chaos, and it was so strange to have it now. Everything new and untouched. Maybe that was why she missed the place in Red Hook so much. It had been lived in. This place was a little too sterile. Taking a sip of her tea she told herself it would just take time. And she had time. For once.

A rustling came from the bedroom, and for the first time in a long time, Dutch didn't flinch. Didn't immediately reach for a weapon. Vasiliy exited their bedroom, toweling his hair dry and looking a little disgruntled.

"Hot water's out."

Dutch ran a hand through her damp hair, she must’ve taken longer than she thought. "Sorry," she said absently. 

"No, you're not." He sank down on one of the kitchen chairs. "Maybe next time you'll take me up on my suggestion we share?"

He grinned at her. The stupid crooked one he thought was so charming because it had worked on countless receptionists when he needed something. The worst part was that he was right.

She studied him, looking so at ease; smiling with his hair still wet from the shower, and the ends dripping onto his bare shoulders. Maybe it was because she had been ruminating on the past, maybe it was because it had actually been a happy time, regardless Dutch couldn't help remembering the pool. Their first time together, and how... free she had felt then.

Something about her expression -- Faraway? Lost? -- obviously worried Vasiliy. His smile dropped and he sat up straight, chin lifted as he regarded her.

"What are you thinking about?”

Dutch shook her head to clear her thoughts, and sat down her mug. She crossed to where he sat beside the table, and stopped. Before he could press the matter further, she hitched up the edges of the shirt that originally belonged to him and was several sizes too big, and straddled his lap. 

“I was thinking about swimming lessons,” she said. 

He laughed. “We never got very far with that.” 

“Maybe we should try again some time?”

“Oh?” He arched an eyebrow as his hands circled her waist, still laughing. 

“Actual swimming!” She shoved his shoulder to make her point. 

“Ah, I see.” He lifted his hand from her waist, pushed back her hair from her face and cupped her jaw. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, feather light. “What’s wrong?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

She used to hate that. The way he was so gentle with her, like she was something fragile. It made her feel weak. Eventually she realized that he wasn’t gentle because he thought she would break. He was gentle because he thought she was worth cherishing. 

Sometimes she had hated that too. Right now it just made her want to cry. Maybe she was weak after all?

“Do you think about them?” There was no need to clarify who she meant, there were too many to count. 

“Of course I do. Everyday.” 

Logically Dutch knew that. Only they rarely spoke of it, and it felt nice to hear it out loud. To know she wasn’t alone in that. Alone in her grieving.

She had lost so much, even before the end of the world she always seemed to lose. Always seemed to be the one left holding the bag. At least until she learned to run before it came to that. 

But not with Vasiliy, not now. Now there was just the two of them, in their new apartment that wasn’t quite home. With a flash, as quick as a lightning bolt, Dutch realized it didn’t matter if the place felt like home. It didn’t matter if they were there or back at the pawn shop or anywhere else. Vasiliy was home. 

Impulsively she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face against his hair, more to hide the sudden tears stinging her eyes than anything. His arms wrapped around her once again, cradling her against his chest. 

"I'm glad you're here." It meant so many things. Glad he was alive; glad he was home; glad he hadn't left her behind. She knew he understood.

He moved his hand to the back of her head, and started smoothing her hair. Comforting. Her fingers dug into his hair, her face buried against his neck where he smelled pleasantly of soap and aftershave. Dutch listened to his breathing, slow and steady as his chest rose and fell against hers. He didn’t say a word and he didn’t need to. 

When the urge to cry subsided, and Dutch felt a little more in control -- a little less ridiculous -- she sat back and looked at him. His face was full of concern and maybe a little confusion, his brows knit together and lips pursed. His eyes though, his eyes were full of love and care. And that was something else they didn’t talk about… didn’t ever really say out loud. 

She cupped Vasiliy's face, her palms brushing against his freshly shaven jaw; she drew lines over his cheeks, and traced his lips. He didn't move a muscle, just watched her with a look on his face that she could only describe as tender; soft. She grabbed his chin and kissed him, her mouth crashing against his. It was rough, a little desperate and a whole lot needy.

He kissed her back, not needy but somehow reassuring -- or maybe she just wanted to believe that? His hand found its under her shirt and splayed against her back, warm and calloused. 

Dutch kissed him until that needy feeling was sated -- and maybe Nikki's mother was right? Maybe she was a vampire, always taking. She drew back and rested her forehead against his.

"I love you," she whispered. She loved him and she wanted him to stay, to promise he would never leave her behind. But she couldn't ask that, it wasn't fair.

"I love you, too." His thumb rubbed against her back, and she knew that was meant to reassure. She let out a shaky breath. "And I'll always be here, I promise." 

"I promise too." It felt disingenuous to say it after him, but it was all she had to offer. 

“Almost sounds like forever,” he said, his thumb still tracing soothing circles against her back. Dutch sat back to look at his face, to try and gauge what he was thinking. Sometimes that worked, sometimes it didn’t. 

Right now it didn’t. 

“Do you want it to be?” She felt unusually timid and completely uncertain. She didn’t like it, but that’s what being vulnerable meant, right? And Dutch knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere if she didn’t drop her guard sometimes. At least when it came to Vasiliy. 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I kinda like the sound of forever.” 

“I do too.” Dutch knew neither of them could predict the future, but if they were both willing to try… well that meant a lot. 

“You know,” Vasiliy drawled, mouth twisting in thought. “It almost sounds like we’re married.” 

Dutch sniggered at him. Marriage had never once been something she thought about, and she kinda doubted he ever had either.

“You’re an idiot.” 

“What? Promises of forever, declarations of love. Sounds like vows. I think we’re married now.” His lips twitched. 

“Mhm.” She glanced down at the shirt she wore, one of his undershirts that was still a pristine white. “I’m even wearing white,” she teased. 

“Aren’t you only supposed to wear white if you’re pure?” 

“Oh, my god!” She slapped his shoulder with no real malice, even as he started laughing. “You’re a jerk.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.” He shrugged and scooped her up as he rose from the chair. Dutch flailed inelegantly out of surprise. 

“What are you doing? Put me down!” 

“It’s tradition, isn’t it? To carry the bride?” 

“You’re not letting this go, are you?” 

“Nope.” He shook his head slowly. 

“Fine.” Dutch wrapped an arm around his neck, let him hike her up, and pointed toward the bedroom like she was the Queen of Sheba. “We should consummate this, shouldn’t we?”

“I like the way you think.” 

Dutch pressed a lingering kiss against his cheek before moving her lips to his ear. “Maybe I’ll even show you how impure I am.” 

“Okay, I really like the way you think.”  He laughed, and kissed her before making his way to their bedroom, carrying as if she weighed nothing. 

The whole thing was ridiculous, but she thought they deserved it. They deserved to laugh and be happy in the moment. Happily Ever Afters might not be real, at least not like the fairy tales she’d heard as a kid, but they could make their own. They could try. And they would succeed. 

[sand-rose]

Right back at you for all the ocs! I especially love the name apocothea (I think I spelled it right?) Its super cool!!

Thank you so much!! :) Sorry this took awhile to answer, I’ve been busy with work and other stuff. But here they are! I was actually in the process of redesigning my OCs when I saw the post (thanks to Sims inspiration and wanting to update how I draw them), so it was perfect timing! I don’t have the drawings done yet but maybe soon…

Full Name: Pandora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Pansexual (yes, punny, but also serious)

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Balanced Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, August 10

Guilty Pleasures: She loves taking bubble baths. Bring on the bath bombs and fragrant soaps, and the (pink) rubber ducky is a must! She also loves stuffed animals (especially pandas). And it surprises a lot of people, but she’s also an avid fan of anime/manga and video games.

Phobias: Accidentally losing one of her earrings, which keep her balanced. She’s particularly afraid of what she might do if this happens, because she loses control of herself and becomes truly evil. A past experience in regards to this also makes her uncomfortable around sheep. (Even toys or drawings of sheep. She will get a flashback and start sobbing, apologizing to the ‘poor sheepies’ until they’re out of sight.)

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably owning the only fashion-themed amusement park in the Ego World, or her fashion designs.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Being a public nuisance, like getting too hyper and making too much noise. Because honestly, if someone told her to shut up she would only get louder to spite them. She’s not afraid to get in a fight though, so maybe that too… Maybe for throwing a heel at someone. lol

OC You Ship Them With: Reim. He’s much calmer than her, but loves her crazy antics.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. He gets along with Pan better than Aurora, but he can only take so much of her 'hyper hyper happy happy joy joy’ personality.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: romance and rom-coms. The blossoming love between two people! The heartbreaking 'is this it?’ fights! The oblivious misunderstandings! Burnt dinners! The hand holding, the hugs, the kisses…! (You get it.)  

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When everything turns out to be a dream. Her Host loves this cliche. She hates it because 'what was the point of it all if it never really happened?!’

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a talented fashion designer. She likes to draw, like her Host, but when she became interested in clothes when she was younger she was frustrated that she couldn’t wear the clothes she drew. So she learned how to sew and began making her own clothes. She’s also very imaginative and ambitious.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s fun to be around, always a bouncing ball of energy! She likes pretty things, and considers everyone around her to be pretty in their own way. She’s the person who will convince you to try that new thing, or who will say 'Let’s go somewhere, my treat!’ when she sees you need cheering up. She’s also ready to kick ass if anyone dares hurt her friends or loved ones.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s so hyper… Some people might find her hyperness endearing, but some people find it exhausting. She’s also had people judge her before based on her girly-ness, interest in fashion, and how she looks like a typical anime girl, but she doesn’t let it bother her.  

How They Change: She hasn’t changed all that much since I first created her back in middle school. She’s grown a lot more mature emotionally, I think, and she’s more careful about other people’s feelings.

Why You Love Them: She was the last of my Egos to be created, and she’s probably the best representation of who I wish I was. She’s daring, outspoken, bubbly, made a career for herself doing something she loves… I love her because even though that’s not me and probably never will be me, I still like to think that she’s cheering me on. “Don’t be afraid! You can do it!” lol  

Full Name: It

Gender & Sexuality: Male, not sure (he’s never given it much thought)

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: my Alter Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, October 31

Guilty Pleasures: He has a collection of weird t-shirts that he’s both bought and designed himself. He also has a collection of light sabers that he may or may not have bought off the Ego World’s black market that trades in Other World (Worlds of Licensed Series) objects…

Phobias: Becoming a soft goody two-shoes like Aurora… Gag.

What They Would Be Famous For: Nothing. He’s too lazy to really stand out much. And he’s fine with that.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Disrupting the peace. He’s got a temper, and when it flares he’s liable to kick/hit any object unlucky enough to be in his way. Be it a trash can, car, mailbox… He’s broken his toes for kicking a brick wall before. He’s also got problems with authority figures since he doesn’t like being told what to do, so if the police show up it would just escalate the situation. There was also the time he bombed Aurora’s house, but that was years ago, when he was jealous he wasn’t my only Ego anymore. He was a lot more evil back then, and Aurora (being the kind soul she is and understanding how he felt) didn’t press charges.

OC You Ship Them With: Apocothea. She keeps him in check and doesn’t put up with his crap, yet somehow sees the… best… in him…?

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Pandora. She gets fed up with his gloomy outlook on life and gets cranky when he gives her attitude. They get into lots of arguments over nothing, especially with their quick tempers.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror/Suspense. He likes movies with lots of jumpscares, gore, and freaky nightmarish scenarios. They get his blood pumping and while he’s not that evil enough to enjoy people getting hurt, he likes to think about what he would do if he was trapped in that house trying to escape the serial killer. And of course, though he’s not a clown or even named after said clown, he likes Stephen King novels.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: It was love at first sight. He doesn’t believe in it, and if he sees that cliche he skips a few minutes past it or turns a few pages ahead, hopefully to a less mushy scene.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s great at video games. He actually earns money by playing video games for people who get stuck on them. They send him the game, he plays past the part they got stuck on to the next save, he sends it back. He’s been debating lately if he should start livestreaming, but his laziness in acquiring the equipment and setting up a room for it is currently holding him back.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s… It. lol He’s an Alter Ego who by all means should be trying to take over the world and plotting evil deeds, but either due to his laziness or from the influence of those closest to him, he just isn’t that into it. He’s just a cranky man that loves to kick over trash cans in my Sims game. lol

Why Someone Might Hate Them: He rubs a lot of people the wrong way, and with good reason. He’s not very social not because he’s shy but because he hates people in general. He comes off as rude when you first meet him, and he likes to glare for no reason. (He probably thinks it makes him look tough.) Honestly it’s a wonder people like him.

How They Change: He’s changed quite a bit since I first created him in middle school! He’s probably the most changed of all my OCs. At first he started out as a wolf demon, but after a few weeks he became my Alter Ego in a human form and stayed that way. He still has fangs, they’re just smaller. They serve no purpose, he just looks good with them! He’s also not as evil as he used to be, but like I said, I like to think that Pan and Aurora are a good influence on him.

Why You Love Them: He was my very first Ego! Way back in 6th grade I used to write and draw my own stories and share them with friends, and he got a pretty good response from them and they wanted to hear more about him. I wrote conversations between me (the Host) and him during free time in class and my friends loved reading them, and it kind of took off from there. Aurora was created next, then Pandora, and even though they were fictional characters I’d made up they started to feel like a second family to me. And they still do! lol

Full Name: Aurora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Good Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, February 23

Guilty Pleasures: She likes knitting and has so much yarn she doesn’t know what to do with it. She spoils her cat Cupcake with so many toys she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She has so many recipe books she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She’s actually a very neat person though, so another guilty pleasure would probably be cleaning. lol

Phobias: Heights, needles, and spiders (like her Host). I feel bad she shares my phobias. (Sorry, Aurora!) She’s also afraid of sharks, ever since she watched Jaws years ago and had nightmares for a week about them. She knows it's not good to be afraid of sharks and they get a bad rep, so she's trying to overcome that fear.

What They Would Be Famous For: Her cookies! She owns a bakery and while her cakes, brownies, and cupcakes are delicious, it’s her cookies that rake in the most dough. (Ha.) Every customer has their favorite, but hers is her creamy peanut butter cookies. They’re so soft and chewy, and she sprinkles peanut bits in so there’s a little crunch too!

What They Would Get Arrested For: The day Aurora gets arrested for anything is the day the world ends. She’s too pure, too innocent, to do anything resulting in arrest. She apologizes to insects when she has to capture them before setting them free! She gives away too many free samples at her bakery! She cries when she accidentally forgets to water a plant and it dies! If she ever gets arrested for anything, Pan and It may legit seek revenge to restore her honor…

OC You Ship Them With: Marcus. He’s sweet, she’s sweet! Their relationship might be normal and therefore a little boring to some people, but they love each other and are happy just to be together. They’re like an old married couple. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Not a single soul. Not even It. (Anymore.) She’s too kind for this world. An angel!

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Generally anything except horror and war movies. She gets too nervous and scared watching horror, and gets too emotional watching battles with people fighting and dying. She tends to like comedies the most though, since they’re usually upbeat and make her laugh. She’s also a sucker for heartwarming stories. Those Chicken Soup for the Soul books? She’s probably got the whole collection, regardless of the intended audience.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'I had to do it. I had to kill them.’ She refuses to believe that killing is the only option no matter how dire a situation might be and will visibly get upset when she comes across this cliche. When she gets upset her face reddens and her lip wobbles, and if Marcus or Pan is with her she might rant to them about all the other options the protagonist had.

Talents and/or Powers: She is excellent at cooking, but baking is her specialty! If she’s mastered a recipe, she’ll master it again until it’s even better. And if she finds a new recipe, she will pull an all-nighter until she’s perfected it.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s such a sweetheart, bless her. She’s what the world needs more of: just honestly pure, good people. She’s the person who if she came across someone in need, she would give them everything she had. If you’re feeling down, she’ll do all she can to make you happy again. She’s definitely the mom friend.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Some might consider her too good. Like It. He gets annoyed when she does things out of the kindness of her heart for no reason. He just doesn’t understand how someone can be that selfless. He thinks of her as a crybaby and she worries a lot, so that irritates him too. And others might be suspicious of her at first, wondering what she’s hiding or what she wants. But once people get to know her, they adore her and look to her for advice if they need help. Or just want free food. lol

How They Change: She’s probably the one who has changed the least. She’s always been the angel on my shoulder, the do-gooder. Someone has to keep the peace with the other two Egos around, after all.

Why You Love Them: Aurora is the one who resembles me the most, both in terms of looks and personality. There are some differences, though. She’s not shy, just quiet and reserved. She’s more comfortable with confrontations than I am, especially if it’s a matter of right vs wrong. I don’t have a problem with horror and war stuff. I wish I knew how to cook/bake. And I don’t think I could ever be as selfless as her. Basically, she’s a goody goody two-shoes, like It says. But it’s not a bad thing!

Full Name: Reim

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the city Venia), April 14

Guilty Pleasures: talking to his plants, liking movies that everyone else hates, singing in the shower, and he also enjoys the occasional bubble bath (thanks to Pan convincing him he was missing out on life if he didn’t take one now and then) (she was right)

Phobias: Moths. When he was little a big one got caught in his hair and he accidentally smashed it trying to get it out. It was messy and gross.

What They Would Be Famous For: Hopefully for his paintings! He does all kinds of paintings, and has even had a few displayed in art shows. He likes doing landscape art the best, because he loves plants and nature.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Not that he’s looking to get arrested, but he’s secretly always wanted to experiment with graffiti…

OC You Ship Them With: Pandora. Just when he thinks he knows her, she surprises him and he loves it! She makes him see how exciting and fun life is, and she’s always encouraging him with his latest art project and boasting about his paintings to her friends.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Probably It. It and Reim don’t see eye to eye a lot… Reim’s pretty optimistic, and that clashes with It’s pessimism. They don’t exactly hate each other, but they get on each other’s nerves. “You threw off my groove!” “Fuck your groove!” Yatta yatta…

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He loves animated movies. As an artist, he really appreciates them and considers them art, so he’s constantly rewinding scenes because he was focusing on the style or shading instead of what was going on. As for books, he likes fantasy. He likes escaping to another world, and fantasy can be anything and everything, just like a painting.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not really a typical cliche but… He really hates noir style stuff. Noir movies annoy him to no end because there’s no color and he wishes he could restore the color so bad. He needs color! And when people talk noir style, with the witty and flirtatious old-fashioned banter. It’s just so cheesy to him… This extends to books as well. He prefers deep conversations between characters rather than quick one-liners.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s an artist, so he’s well-rounded in a variety of mediums. Painting, drawing, sculptures, photography… He enjoys painting the most though!

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s a down-to-earth guy that has his goals set and has a plan to achieve them. He knows what he wants in life and he also knows not to get his hopes up. He does hope his dreams come true, but if not he’s got plenty of back up plans. He’s just a nice guy in general, always ready to lift the mood with a joke or a grin.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: For people like It, optimistic people can be annoying. No matter the situation, Reim looks on the bright side of things and his pleasant attitude and charming smile can make It angry. Because life sucks, and It knows it, but apparently Reim doesn’t. Reim’s not optimistic all the time, however, and he does have days where he’s a little moody or depressed, but he tends to keep to himself those days (so of course It doesn’t know that).

How They Change: Reim started out as a painting I did my senior year, so I thought it fitting to give him the painter career in my Sims game. Until that point I didn’t know much about him but watching him interact with my other characters has helped me flesh out what kind of person he is. He looked more emo and brooding in the painting, but in Sims he’s a cheerful guy who enjoys life, so I like that change in him.

Why You Love Them: He’s the character I didn’t know was going to be created. But I’m glad I did that painting of him years ago! Before I made him in Sims, I wanted to do more with his character and knew I wanted him with Pandora, but that was about it. Originally Pan was with someone else from an Other World, and for reasons it didn’t work out, but I think she and Reim are a perfect match. They balance each other out.

Full Name: Apocothea

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Demisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically outside the town Abraxxus), November 2

Guilty Pleasures: Obsessed with Itachi from Naruto, so she has a collection of Itachi merchandise that shouldn’t even exist (her father knows people). She loves anime/manga and video games, and rock/heavy metal music. She also enjoys fan fiction (smut included, but she is picky about it).  

Phobias: This woman has no fear. You should be the one afraid.

What They Would Be Famous For: Not exactly famous, but her old classmates still remember the day the teacher was late and Apocothea calmly walked up to the front of the class and announced the teacher had been in a horrible accident and she was in charge now. She spoke with such authority that no one questioned her, and she proceeded to pass out copies of the 'worst fan fiction she had ever read’ for them to read and critique. It turned out that the teacher had been in a car accident (from speeding), and when the principal delivered the news everyone turned to her in fear. Of course she hadn’t really known… She just saw an opportunity and took it. She needed beta readers for her first fic, after all.

What They Would Get Arrested For: She’s too clever to get herself arrested. Anyone who leaves fingerprints and DNA samples is a Class-A moron. But if she did get arrested, somehow, it would probably be for making the police officer feel like an idiot. Or she would just ignore them and do the opposite of what they ordered her to do out of pure spite. Challenging authority and whatnot.

OC You Ship Them With: It. She wins all the arguments, basically, but they’re stupid arguments to begin with. They bicker back and forth, but it’s from love(?). I don’t know… Their relationship is kind of hard to explain. lol There’s not a lot of typical romance between them, but they do have their moments that say 'Yeah, they’re a couple alright!’

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody’s brave enough to even try murdering her. She’d murder them first.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Like It, she enjoys horror. Except where he’s the guy to think 'what would I do if I was trapped in a house with a serial killer?’, she’s the girl who thinks, 'If I was the serial killer, I’d go after them this way… That guy’s an asshole, anyway.’ She also likes murder mystery novels, but she’s always disappointed when she figures out who the killer is halfway through the book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'The chosen one will save us!’ She doesn’t buy into the whole 'only this person can do it’ trope. Really? Only that person? But he’s an idiot. What if he dies? Then what? Guess the world ends.

Talents and/or Powers: I guess you could say her skill at Guitar Hero is a talent. She’s undefeated with all the Guitar Hero games (every mode, even expert). Other than that, she’s very talented at pretty much anything and everything, but especially at making people feel uncomfortable and fragile in her presence.

Why Someone Might Love Them: If you can get past her intimidating exterior, she’s a pretty cool gal. She’s kind of like Hana-chan from Fruits Basket… The things she says can come off as strange and threatening, but if you become her friend she would quite literally kill for you. She also has a younger sister named Analyse, and you can definitely tell they’re sisters from the way they look and talk.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s very blunt, and if she doesn’t like you she won’t hold back on insults. Lots of people get offended when she does this, but that’s kind of the point. She can also be crafty in the way she talks to people, so sometimes they’re really not sure if she’s insulting them or complimenting them.  

How They Change: She’s changed just a little since I created her. Her relationship with It before was very one-sided, and she liked toying with him. She still likes to, actually, but it’s more affectionate now. She’s always been confident and in charge, but I think being with It has taught her that a relationship requires more teamwork and less blackmail.

Why You Love Them: Again, she’s one of those characters that displays traits I wish I had. She’s not afraid to be assertive, she loves herself for who she is, and doesn’t give a damn what other people think of her. And she gives off this vibe, like you really don’t want to trust that smile she’s wearing. Her calm but menacing demeanor really compliments It’s personality too, I think. He’s fire, she’s ice!

Full Name: Marcus

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Straight

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically a suburban area named Hannen), March 27

Guilty Pleasures: watching YouTube/EgoTube videos, memes, taking internet quizzes… And surprising Aurora on a regular basis with flowers and chocolate like the romantic sap he is!

Phobias: Puking and cuts on the skin. When he’s sick he gets very agitated and nervous and will refuse to eat solid food in case he can’t keep it down. (Soup and water only, basically.) With cuts, it’s not the blood he fears but the sensation of skin splitting. It stems from when he was a teenager and got a deep cut on his knee. Little nicks while shaving are no biggie, but papercuts make him lightheaded and make his skin crawl.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s a very relaxed guy who honestly doesn’t stand out much, but his friends know him as the tech guy. Computer or game console acting up? Marcus knows how to fix it. TV or phone bugging out? Call Marcus, he’s your guy.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Like Aurora, he would never get arrested for anything. He’s too nice to do anything like property damage or fighting, and he’s never gotten a ticket for anything in his life.

OC You Ship Them With: Aurora. They’re so precious together, too good, too sweet! They dote on each other and probably unintentionally make other couples jealous. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. Another goody goody two-shoes frustrates him even more than one. The only thing It appreciates about Marcus is that he’s not above using swear words (unlike Aurora). And maybe the fact that he’s willing to fix It’s laptop and game systems for free.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He really likes documentaries and informational books. He’s always interested in learning something new, and he’d much rather watch an hour-long documentary on EBS than watch the newest hit movie. He was the kid in school who always read the assigned Literature, Real World History & Ego World History, and Science books for fun.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He doesn’t like when a side character you grew attached to suddenly dies. They make you care about them, only to kill them off! What the hell?

Talents and/or Powers: Talented with fixing all things tech. He does claim it’s his superpower! lol

Why Someone Might Love Them: When you find a genuinely nice guy who cares a lot about you, you struck gold! Aurora loves his soft, sensitive side when he’s alone with her and also loves his corny jokes. People in general like how laid back he is, as he’s very patient and knows everybody makes mistakes. He’s the guy who will walk an old lady across the street if she needs help, the guy who literally climbed a tree to get a cat out of it (sneaky little Cupcake!). Nice guys do exist, and he’s one of the best!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Again… There’s people like It. They get annoyed with the whole 'nice guy act’, especially once they learn it’s not an act at all but just how he is. They might get jealous when they see how much other people like him, but more often than not they come around, especially after he helps them with something and expects nothing in return.

How They Change: His character hasn’t changed much, either. He’s thoughtful, kind, cheerful… He’s popular with everyone he hangs out with, because he gets along with pretty much everyone. He’s polite, open to new things and opinions, and though he admits he might be a little boring to be around he also doesn’t mind. Such a great guy!

Why You Love Them: He and Aurora are a pair of cinnamon rolls, too sweet, too pure for this world! Even though I created him long before I met Alex, he reminds me of him. lol Marcus is the perfect example for how you should treat your loved ones, and anyone you meet, really. He’s like the Mr. Rogers of the gang, I guess you could say. He just wants everybody to respect each other and be kind to themselves and others.

Sorry if this got super long, I just really love these characters. lol Also! When I was reading your OC post I found it really cool that some of our characters have birthdays either on the same day or really close, that made me smile! :D

Thanks so much for the ask again!!

[shaykeijser]

riverdale 2x19

here are my thoughts/reactions to this weeks episode of riverdale. this wasn't requested but i posted one for another episode and it got a lot of notes (for me) so i'll do another one. this obviously will be including spoilers so i'm don't read under the cut if you haven't seen it/don't want to see spoilers! i've already seen this so they aren't technically 'first thoughts', but these were my thoughts when it happened. psa: i'm not a fan of jughead and betty. like at all. and sometimes archie. so if you're a die hard stan, who'll send me angry messages - feel free to because i love discussions!

- don't get me wrong i'm sad midge died but like...what made s1 good was the murder mystery plot. they 'solved' the black hood murders (if you think/thought svensen was the black hood then you're dumb sorry) way too fast which is one of the reasons why s2 is eh - are singing numbers gonna be a regular thing since the musical episode? i'm not mad but i'm just curious - lmao kevin being jealous of reggie comforting moose is a mood - also, i don't think moose killed midge or is the black hood, but it's gonna be so dumb if they don't consider him a suspect - especially since what he yelled before she was killed that was most likely a reaction to that weird fangs scene - we been knew (is that the phrase) that ethel sent them - why the fuck you lyin? @ moose - seriously tho moose the truth is gonna come out that you yelled whatever you said (i'm too lazy to figure out what it was directly) so you might as well own up to it now - AM I GOING CRAZY OR SOMETHIING BUT DIDN'T ARCHIE FUCKING SEE THE BLACK HOOD? WHEN HE WALKED INTO THE LOBBY OF THE PEMBROOKE AND SAW HIM BEATING THAT DUDE UP AND RAN AFTER HIM AND LOOKED INTO HIS EYES!?!?! WHY ISN'T HE TELLING ANYONE THIS ASJFJOA - "he was wearing a black hood" bItcH listen i believe that for whatever reason svenson was trying to act like he's the black hood but the fact that he was wearing... a black hood... shouldn't be your argument for why it's him - :(((( midge's mom sobbing is so sad - wtf was that look for penelope - LOOK AT PEA IN THE BACKGROUND OF CHERYLS SPEECH - mrs. klump SNAPPED - i could make a whole separate post reacting to the dumb shit betty's does in this episode. like her jumping to defend him? you've been trying since day 1 to get him out of your life since you brought him in. even though you saw how HAPPY he made your mother. i don't think he's behind the murders but why wouldn't betty want to investigate him? hell - i would want to investigate him just in case! - arch you're on to something - concerned veronica is so soft i love it - archie usually makes the dumbest mistakes (well he does a lot) but i'm so happy he's connecting the dots and realizing that the black hood isn't svenson - why is there such a weird gap between jughead and betty as the walk out of pops? like don't get me wrong, i don't ship bughead, but it's not because i don't think they have chemistry together. they usually have a decent amount. however, the gap reminds me of this cringy photo of my friend where he's 2 feet apart from his fav retired teacher and his friend. just saying - it couldn't be anyone...it'd yo dad and moose. he's going after those he tried to kill but failed to (tab) ps the black hood is such a shitty killer lmao like he got better with how he killed midge but when he tried the first time... - i'm not really a fan of varchie but ronnie saying that she doesn't even want to think bout anything bad happening to archie is supa cute - i can't stand hal why is he even getting screen time NO ONE LIKES HIM - archie caring bout fred warms my heart bc fred deserves the world. seriously. i love that man - archie made such a good point though bout how midge was killed in a full auditorium. like damn, the black hood really improved his game. even though i think it's the same guy, the same guy improving his murdering skills so much without practice is odd - IM ONLY 8 MINUTES IN UGH IM TIRED ALREADY - i feel so bad for ronnie she's being manipulated to the max. i'm happy she caught on rn but i can only hope  she continues that trend ~ btw i'm sweetvee trash and @veeandpea (love you iswa thanks for introducing me to this ship <3) pointed out such a good concept saying how they'll get together after ronnie realizes how she's being manipulated. just wanted to share that - bosom lmao - hermoine exploiting cheryl's grief and determination is so annoying and sad - "i am cousins with cheryl blossom" lmao i'm happy she's not trying to pretend they're friends anymore - hold up...they didn't go to the cops after the busted cheryl out!!? what the fuck - it's actually so dumb that betty wouldn't consider chic maybe not being her brother ugh - there's like no family resemblance with that kid in the picture idk what you're on old lady - ope it's a morph suit! tbt to halloween when these were all the rage - since when did betty know how to fight??? - graham phillips (the guy who plays nick) is actually so hot like why did they have to make him a bad guy!!! - how did he get hotter?? it's the stubble right - the only mob storyline i like is in general hospital (a soap opera i watch with my mom) - "he's not blood" y'all did that blood thing?? isn't that the equivalent - i get why the lodges aren't going to help archie but they got him into this whole mess - when called her opinion piece a 'thought piece' the journalist in me shuddered so hard i hard i had to pause the show -i'm iffy bout the sherrif keller because he is shit at his job but he honestly didn't sign up for the big mess riverdale is - why is this whole episode not interrogations/why did we only see a few?? i liked s1 because it was a murder mystery and right now it's just feeling like a drama - THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING I LOVE ALICE SO MUCH SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS - why would nick care about your dad lmao - holy shit kj looks horrible with his hair flat like that - how did veronica know that wad of money wasn't enough so quickly is she super smart or something cuz i like that headcanon - #praying that nick and ronnie's money exchange is gonna be discrete - why is this show so dumb YOU DON'T PASS BLACK BAGS BETWEEN TWO ANGRY PEOPLE OVER THE TABLE??? IM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU CW I'VE SEEN Y'ALL DO BETTER SET UPS THAN THIS - ???how did he know it wasn't all of it - !?!!?why didn't ronnie just say no trust me it is because he would've been like eh ok (probably) - that's an insult to reptiles - this scene is so so sad madchen is such a good actress - FP DIDN'T MAKE A SCENE HE JUST HUGGED HER WHEN SHE TOLD HIM AWW I LOVE THEM - if i was betty and i heard that ringtone i'd put my phone down the garbage disposal oops - actually no i would change my number so he wouldn't be able to call me - what's the point of her writing those words down other than to annoy the viewers who can hear the marker squeeking - i'm starting to like archie a lot more i'm happy - i don't think chic killed him, i don't know if the whole overdosing explanation is true but i don't think he killed him - hart denton is such a good actor i love him i hope he doesn't leave - betty and veronica are supposed to be best friends again yet veronica's going into this all alone? have they even spoken this whole episode? - "some sinner's only confess when faced with certain death" aye that rhymes - protective fp is my favorite fp - i love a man who's learned from his mistakes that put him in prison - veronica and nick look hot as fuck - (btw i don't like nick he's just hot as fuck) - she so roofied him - why didn't archie try and do that shit to get out before - is where archie is and where veronica and nick are even close to each other? - hal's probably like shit i should have stayed away from this family - oh my god she's talking bout grundy!! the first time i thought it was jughead's old one that ended up being the candy man - AHAHAHAA veronica's putting nick up for ransom - i still don't think chic killed the real charles - betty not shooting the black hood during this scene is so dumb. maybe even one of the dumbest. i don't know though. she's done a lot dumb things - :((( i really like hart i don't want him to leave the show - dead ass when i watched this the first time i thought 'remember when kevin got his dad really drunk so he could steal the files' and now that i'm watching this again....i remember that happened in teen wolf - he's a mobster how can he help with a serial killer - no more lies elizabeth cooper! - i've thought hal was the black hood all this season so i'm happy more people think the same!!! but seriously betty suspecting her dad doesn't really make sense