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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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hi love, the last request i had that you did was amazing so i’m here again Lol, so my idea is smut, with either soft!dark nomad!steve rogers or maybe soft!dark lumberjack!henry cavill, whichever character you prefer, he’s really possessive and is always reminding reader that she’s his. like he’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no one even looks at his girl the wrong way. and like maybe one day he gets irritated with the reader because she’s been acting out or maybe he got jealous because of something she did, but in return he shows her who she belongs to and he’s like “who do you belong to pretty girl?” or “talk to me sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?” smth like that bcuz dirty talking is my weakness hehe 🤭 love u and ur work💗💗

hey baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

warning - smut, threesome, polyamorous, slight angst, swearing, punishment, creampie, oral sex, double penetration, dark men, mentions of death, assumptions of cheating.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

“What’s wrong with our little princess, huh?” You ignore them, not daring to look at them because you know you’d fold if you did. Steve walks over, kneeling before you and resting his large hand on your knee. “You will have to talk to us sometime soon.” Henry stands to the side of Steve, glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“If you don’t answer, bunny. We will be forced to punish you.” You huff, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. You squeal as your suddenly lifted and twisted into an uncomfortable yet satisfying position. Your head hangs over Henry’s knees while your crotch aligns with his. “Fine, I guess we’re forced to do this the hard way.” A moan falls from your lips as his thick fingers begin to rub your cloth-covered cunt, circling your swollen clit. “What do you think we should do with her, Steve? Hmm?” Your core throbs with how deep his voice is, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how handsome your men are. But you are mad. You can’t give in to them, no matter how much you want to cum around their thick, throbbing members.

“Hmm.” Your core clenches at the sound of Steve undoing his belt and taking out his thick, leaking cock. “We should edge her, not give our little princess what she desperately wants.” Before you can argue, he slides his cock between your lips, choking you on his member. Steve’s head falls back, “Fuck, you’re mouth feels amazing around me.” His hands come down and grip the sides of your head softly, thrusting in and out, taking you apart, enjoying the sight of your saliva gathering and flowing out of your mouth. “Go on, Henry. Give our princess’s little pussy a little bit more attention.”

Henry chuckles, repeating Steve’s actions by undoing his belt and taking his prominent member out. “Get ready, bunny. You won’t be cumming at all unless you tell us why you’ve been acting like a little brat.” He groans as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, pushing past your walls and deep inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans blocked by Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through him, causing him to groan loudly. “Aww, our little bunny is making Stevie feel good with her mouth, huh?” You try to nod, but you’re so full. “Squeezing my cock so good, bunny. You going to tell us what’s wrong?”

You whimper, sucking Steve’s cock desperately. Your hands come up and fondle his heavy sacks. Whines escape you as Henry begins to pound into you, hitting every place that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. “Don’t be so mean, Henry. Our little princess can’t talk with her mouth full. She knows it’s rude, don’t you, princess?” You nod, fat tears filling your eyes. You can’t think properly, having two prominent men taking you apart, making you feel so many emotions. You sob as Steve pulls out of your mouth, tapping your cheek as he watches your face contort from Henry’s cock slamming into you. “C’mon, princess. Why have you been such a brat lately?”

Your eyes cross, and your hearing becomes fuzzy. “Y–You don’t love me anymore!” You sob, walls rapidly clenching and unclenching around Henry, and a whine escapes you when he stops his movements. Your hips begin to move, trying to recreate the feeling. “Keep going!” The tears are now flowing down your face, making a mess.

Henry and Steve look at each other with their brows furrowed, wondering why you would’ve thought this and what they did for you to feel this way. “Princess, we love you so much. Why would you ever think otherwise?” Steve cups your cheek as Henry lifts you to sit you onto his lap correctly.

Henry grips your hips and stares at you with sad eyes. “Steve’s right, bunny. We love you so much, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. You are our bunny, our princess.” You pout, mind foggy from being seconds away from an orgasm to now having to talk about your feelings. You know there’s no way of escaping this, and you know you should communicate more, especially since the last time you acted like this.

Your pout deepens, “I saw how you acted with that woman… It seemed like you would’ve rather had her instead of me because what can I offer?” You can feel yourself choke up as you remember a few days back how you had walked outside to give your husbands a drink for all their hard work, only to find them staring at the new neighbour as she spoke, a tiny dress and bouncy hair. How they looked at her was how you had wished they would look at you, and that’s when the insecurities began because they barely even noticed you after that. They always seemed to go over to help her, being at her beck and call whenever she needed them. You didn’t know if they were cheating on you when they were over there. You had no clue what was happening. All you knew was that you were losing the men you loved.

Steve and Henry could feel their hearts breaking as they realised how they had been neglecting you this whole time, making you feel like you meant nothing to them, making you think they’d rather have some bimbo over you. You never really knew that they had used that woman as fertiliser because they couldn’t have someone like that trying to break apart your marriage. You never questioned why your garden had grown more than usual, as they’d distract you with wooden things they had crafted for you. They’d only been going over to the woman’s house because they had seen some things you would like as your own, planning to gift them to you for your birthday and christmas.

“Oh, princess, that’s not true at all. You are our world. We’d never want someone so used and pathetic, and we want you, our pure little baby.” Steve leans forward and brings you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into you.

“Steve’s right, bunny. You’re our little girl, our perfect little wife.” You moan as he moves your hips slowly against him, grinding you down, taking his turn to kiss your plump lips. You gasp as he lies you down, pulling you on top of him, allowing Steve to climb on top of you and slide alongside him, filling you with their giant cocks. They move slowly, pumping in and out of you, feeling their cocks harden more from the sounds that leave past your lips. “We only belong to you, bunny.” You whimper into Henry’s neck, crying from the intense pleasure.

“Talk to us, princess. Who makes you feel this good, huh?” Steve plunges into you, grunting as your walls clench around them. The feeling of their hands all over you, their cocks pounding into you, causes you to slowly slip from your mind, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. “C’mon, princess. Answer me.”

“You… Both!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, vision becoming white as you squirt, your juices flowing out and covering your men.

“That’s right, bunny. Us.” Henry growls, pounding fast before his head flies back and his eyes close, thick hot cum flowing out of his mushroom tip and deep into you.

Steve grunts, placing soft kisses on your back as he buries himself deep inside you, his balls tightening, and he releases, filling you with his cum. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you sag into your husband, falling asleep to them, whispering that they love you and pressing sweet kisses onto your body.

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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throat goat || jhs

⇝ title: Throat Goat ⇝ pairing: rapper!hoseok x stylist!reader ⇝ genre: smut | slight frenemies with benefits ⇝ summary: The only thing you and Hoseok can agree on is that you know how to snatch his soul every time. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2k ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | reader is having a rocky sex life but nothing major | light bickering | degradation | semi-public sex | blowjob | tiddie fucking | reader is a baddie; let’s be real | slight power play dynamics | rude!hobi but he’s just frustrated | hoseok manspreading is a warning | teasing | spit/saliva play for lube | name calling | cum swallowing/eating | a little strip tease | breast fondling/groping | throat fucking | hair pulling | both of them confuse the hell out of me | open ending for those who don’t like those | reader is a “giver” | gagging | some aftercare | mixed emotions i guess | i think that’s all ⇝ author’s note: We’re late, but we’re here. This is my gift to the Hoseok heauxs(myself). It’s unedited but promising lol. You’ll see what I mean. Anyway, please enjoy this pwp. If you aren’t into the degrading stuff please don’t read this because though it isn’t too bad, the way he speaks to her in some moments is out of pocket lol. He doesn’t mean it, though (I think). Banner by @badgalsgetinfree (myself) ⇝ playlist: Pretty Girls Walk by Pretty Boss Vette | Slut Me Out by NLE Choppa | Don’t Play With It by Lola Brooke & Billy B

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“You wanted to see me?”

The door closes behind you and separates you from all the noises outside. All you hear now is a bunch of muffled voices and faint thuds as people move around backstage. It’s a big night, so the entire crew is busy making sure everything’s in order.

Hoseok has toured across the globe, and now it’s time for the grand finale. It’s only fitting he ends the journey where it all started. He wants everything to be perfect, so everyone’s been put through hell today, including you.

“No. I don’t.” The tone of his voice indicates his irritation. You know it isn’t towards you no matter what he says. He’s just stressed; otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here. “I just want some head.”

Of course, he does.

You give the man a little sample, and now it’s his lifeline. Though you have to admit it’s been satisfying you as well. It’s surprising to you because usually, you get bored quickly, but somehow Hoseok has managed to keep this going for this entire tour duration.

The first time it happened you were on his private jet. The second time, in the back of the sprinter, while everyone was getting food.

Anytime the opportunity was given, you’d swallow him up. And now, he can’t get enough.

“What makes you think I have it to give?”

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he gripes.

With an eye roll, you walk over to where he’s sitting in nothing but some boxers, manspreading on the couch as if he has all the time in the world. You look down at him scrolling through his phone while you stand there between his legs.

“I can’t tell.”

“Fuck. Are you gonna do it or what?”

You sigh. “I guess so.”

Honestly, you’re ecstatic deep down. In simple terms, you’re a “pleaser.” You enjoy taking someone to their ultimate high and then seeing them bathe in it while they come down. As for yourself, you’ve never really gotten off from being on the receiving end. You rather be in charge of your own orgasms; that way you’ll come every time.

You start to drop to your knees, but he stops you.

“Take something off.”

“You’re running out of time, Hoseok.”

“You get paid to dress me, not manage my time. So maybe you should chill out before that’s not a thing anymore.”

It’s an empty threat. You aren’t going anywhere. No one does this job like you.

No one.

“Have it your way,” you shrug. You take off your glasses and carefully set them on the small table. Hoseok has finally put his down just in time to watch you unbutton your sheer blouse, revealing your black lace bra underneath. You toss your shirt at him, and he catches it. You don’t miss the split-second pause before he puts it aside, probably wanting to inhale your perfume. “Is this okay?”

You spread your arms, displaying yourself for him, only for the rapper to shake his head. The next thing you take off is your bra, and his eyes begin to twinkle in the dimly lit dressing room.

“What about now?”

You squeeze your breasts together, giving him a little show while you wait for an answer. He sits up in his seat and places his hands at your sides. The warmth of his palms travels across your skin as he ventures up your body.

“Yeah, that’ll do it for me.”

Your body leans toward him while he cups your mounds, massaging them in his hands and even drawing a few moans from your lips. His lips delicately graze your flesh, and before he can get too carried away, you push him away.

“If you like them that much, I’ll show you a trick,” you tell him.

You drop to the floor and start pulling down his underwear. There’s not a second to waste. Soon this room will be filled with your team and others so all of you can get him ready for his performance.

His dick is at attention as soon as it jumps out of his boxers. You lick your lips, already tasting his essence just by looking at the clear substance forming at the tip. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you position yourself over him and allow a generous amount of saliva to coat his cock. He hisses from the contact, already sensitive and eager to blow his load.

“Hurry up,” he grunts, displaying nothing but impatience. You smirk, knowing you find pleasure in giving him exactly what he’s asking for.

“Sure.”

Once his dick is adequately lubricated, you lean forward with mouth already open, and your throat relaxed. You wrap your mouth around the head and take him inch by inch until the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You use the opportunity to coat him with more spit until your lungs are burning from lack of air. You pull off and release him with a pop, repeating the action until you’ve teased him so much that he turns red.

“Bitch, stop playing around,” he growls, gripping your hair.

Hoseok guides you to his cock, and you don’t object as he pushes your head down. He thrusts inside you, making you gag and choke around his girth. Your eyes begin to water as he penetrates your airways, leaving you lightheaded and gushing arousal into your panties. You’re thankful your shirt is short because the chill in the room is working overtime to cool down the pulsing heat between your legs. If you weren’t planning on using your hands tonight, you’d already have your fingers buried in your soaking cunt.

“Fuck are you doing to me?”

The gasp he makes when you start slurping and sucking him is the highlight of your night. You know he’s amazed by how much of him you can take in at once without needing to breathe, so that’s why you make it a point to show him there are many unlocked levels he hasn’t even discovered yet. Things he’ll probably never get to discover.

Tonight’s the last show. When the tour’s over, you’re taking a long vacation, and Hoseok will be the last person on your mind. This is fun, but you’d rather be doing this on the beach or something.

“Shit,” he whispers.

You hope he doesn’t think you’re letting him come this quickly.

He gets angry when you release him, but you aren’t done. You poke out your chest and smother his cock with your tits. You watch him unravel as you push them together and bounce them up and down on his dick. The lewd squelching sound of your saliva fills the room and encourages you to keep going.

“Hoseok.”

“Shut up,” he groans, eyes closed as he tries to stay seated. “I don’t want to hear you.”

His nails dig into the couch while he struggles to ground himself.

“Why? Because I make you feel good?”

“No, you aren’t special. Just convenient.”

“Convenient?” you laugh. “I like it. And you like me.”

“What? No, I–Fuck.”

Hoseok’s cock begins to twitch, and you know he’s at his peak. You switch back to sucking him, and within a few seconds, you’re milking him for everything he’s worth.

He moans and whimpers into the palm of his hand, hoping no one has heard him crying out your name. To save his pride, you pretend as if it never happened, but you definitely heard every syllable each time he called for you.

You swallow every drop and slowly remove him from your mouth. When he softens, you grab the shirt he came in with and start cleaning up the mess on both of you. Hoseok stays in his position, eyes closed as he comes down from his high.

As much as you’d love to watch him blossom in his post-orgasmic state, there’s no time. It’s time to get ready.

“Hoseok, can you help me up? I’m wearing heels.”

He finally snaps out of it and springs into action. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“You’re good. I just don’t want you to be late.”

He helps you up and helps you get your clothes back on. You do it in silence. Neither of you wants to be the one who says something first. Nobody really wants to bicker after something like what you two just did.

“We’re good, right?” he asks after you’ve turned away to retrieve his clothes. “I don’t really remember anything I said.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“If I didn’t like something, I’d tell you. Trust me.”

You pick out the last outfit on the rack, the one he picked, but when you turn around to take them to him, he’s already standing in front of you. He startles you, and you almost drop the clothes.

“Shit, Hoseok. You scared me.”

“You wanna come home with me tonight?”

Woah.

You were afraid this would happen. If he’s too attached, then—

“No, I’m not interested in you. I was just…thinking.”

Your head tilts with curiosity. “About?”

“Maybe I can help you with your little issue,” he suggests.

You should have known.

Hoseok has wanted to fuck you ever since you fucked around on the airplane. But you’ve shut him down every time with a “I’ll think about it.”

You have thought about it, and you can’t lie and say you haven’t been interested. You’re just worried you’ll be disappointed. You don’t want to ruin the fantasies you’ve had about him. What if he can’t deliver?

“Just spend a few days with me,” he adds. “Like we talked about.”

You sigh. “Hoseok, we’ve gotta get ready now.”

You ask him to step aside, but of course. He’s persistent.

“Look, you can’t gobble me up like that and expect me not to pay you back,” he winks.

You can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach that flutter at his words, but you’re still tangled up in the worst scenarios. It’s silly; you'd rather be horny than have bad or average sex.

“And what if I’m not interested? What if we don’t get along?”

“I live in a mansion, love. You won’t even have to see me if you don’t want to. Leave when you want, come to my room whenever you want to. Like I said, it’s up to you.”

A knock on the door brings the pressure on. If you don’t answer now, then it’s decided for you because you won’t be able to speak about this. He’ll be busy, and so will you. This is it.

“I–”

More knocking and voices of people waiting to rush in and prepare for the show. Hoseok tells them he’s getting dressed, but that’ll only hold them for a little bit. Your mind is having a tug of war because you’re so stubborn, but you’re also curious. What if he’s as good as you’ve imagined?

“I’m not going to pressure you if you say yes,” he assures. “If you want it, you tell me.”

“We only have fifteen minutes!”

You know that it’s time when someone mentions the time. You take a deep breath and step out of your comfort zone because maybe it’s the reason you’re so horny in the first place. You have to give someone a chance. And who better than…

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to kill it out there,” you say to him.

You’re kind of surprised when he smiles at you because that’s never happened.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

You slip past him and make your way to the door to let in the staff, a growing smirk of your own gracing your face.

“Make sure you save some energy for me, though.”

But something tells you that you’ll be the one who needs to get some rest.

Either Hoseok’s about to rock your world, or you’re going to give each other the biggest headache you’ve ever had.

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misc-obeyme · 10 months

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Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

#—ping! new message from (anon)#AKSHHDJD THIS GOT SO LONG AND RAMBLY AGAIN SORRY!!#but you have a fat juicy brain on you nonnie #idk if this is exactly what you wanted but these are the thoughts that jumped out so hope that’s okay!! <3 #blue lock x reader #—bllk.thoughts!

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captaincryolicious · 2 years

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your bookstore crush III

➳ alhaitham x gn!reader

➳ oneshot, 1.4k

➳ cw. fluff, established relationship, this turned sappy lol, modern au, maybe alhaitham is a bit ooc here

your bookstore crush? more like your bookstore boyfriend [14.11.2022]

[part one + part two]

@yukina-otome you asked for a tag so here it is!

content under the cut | masterlist

The days you spent working at the bookstore always went by swiftly and rapidly, and you found yourself enjoying every minute of it. Sorting books, talking to customers and seeing them leave satisfied with their purchase, interacting with your handsome co-worker – who you happened to be dating, all in an environment you loved a lot. You grew to adore the little bookstore on the corner of the street all over again.

So why leave when the day of labor was over?

At some point, a few weeks ago, the two of you lingered in the store until long after Alhaitham switched the sign on the door from open to closed. Choosing a dark corner, obscured from sight by the tall bookshelves and cozied up by the dimmed lights, you sat for at least two hours, talking quietly and enjoying each other’s company.

And that grew into a habit.

You never did anything in particular. You and Alhaitham simply closed down the store for the day and retreated to your favorite spot, where an old sofa stood against the wall for people who felt like reading while they were in the store. It was that sofa where you cuddled for the first time, where you had your first kiss, where he allowed you to be so close to him in the most peaceful way possible. You loved the little corner of the store, and it was such a nice spot to wind down together after a few hours of work. After all, it was your spot, of you and Alhaitham.

“What a day,” you sighed, gently sitting down next to your boyfriend. “I don’t say this often, but I’ve had enough books for today. I’ve spent three hours moving around that new batch of fantasy novels and I’m still not entirely done yet.”

Okay, you weren’t one to complain often, but those were a lot of books and you had to move them around all by yourself since today had been filled with customers. Alhaitham simply had been too busy to help you out. You didn’t mind, nor did you hold it against him, but you had to blow off some steam.

“I wish I could’ve lent you a hand, Y/N,” Alhaitham replied earnestly. “I’m not sure why it was so particularly busy today.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured him. “That only means that the store is proving to be a success, right? That’s a good thing.”

“That might be so, but I don’t want you to overwork yourself,” the male reasoned. He offered you a stern look. “Maybe my father should hire someone extra. I have a roommate who can use some money so maybe I can get him a job here.”

“Maybe,” you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest and leaning against Alhaitham with a tired sigh. Okay, you were cooked, but you weren’t too sure if finding an extra employer would make you any happier. You loved working with Alhaitham only. It made the bookstore feel quite intimate, as if it was something between you, and you didn’t want to throw that away.

Alhaitham watched your expression turn sour as your thoughts progressed, but he said nothing regarding it; it wasn’t that hard to guess what was on your mind and now that he thought about it, he found himself agreeing with you. He didn’t want anyone to get in the way of what you had going on in the little bookstore.

“Just don’t overwork yourself, okay? That’d be troublesome,” he said, slowly draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you a little closer against himself.

“Aww, look at you caring about me,” you cooed, getting cozy against him. “You must really like me.”

“Y/N, we’ve been dating for two months,” the male with silver hair deadpanned. “Of course I really like you.”

He gave you a look and you grinned.

“It’s cute to hear you say it out loud.”

“Apologies, I assume I don’t do so enough,” Alhaitham admitted.

You gazed at him for a moment. His turquoise eyes rested on you solemnly and his expression was as serious as always, but the dimmed lighting made his hair look absolutely fluffy and the male looked softer than ever before. You smiled giddily. He was handsome and adorable!

“That’s okay,” you smiled. “That only makes it more meaningful when you actually say it.”

And it really was okay. Alhaitham was a quiet lover, far from being over the top about it. His love language was subtle, without caps lock and exclamation marks. Having Alhaitham love you brought you a way more mellow side of him, yet it was still so skillfully hidden under his stoic mask. Your days were filled with stolen glances, and his turquoise gaze would grow softer every time his eyes locked with yours. Your days were filled with compliments and sweet nothings hidden in deadpanned remarks that may sound like sarcasm but were heartfelt and sincere – you knew him well enough to know. And then there was the way he loved having you near him, either with your hand snuggly in his or to have you cuddled against him on the sofa – while he pretended to be totally unaffected and that was the biggest lie because he adored every second of your presence.

Would you ever fully break through his stoic facade? You had no idea, but you didn’t mind either way. You loved Alhaitham the way he was, just like the way he loved you. Blunt, serious, unfazed, secretly a tease sometimes, a sucker for dried Zaytun peaches. That was your Alhaitham.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” the male questioned after a while.

You snapped from your thoughts, blinking a few times before regaining your composure after being shaken from your little daze. You shot him a sheepish grin; you got caught.

“Because you’re handsome,” you bluntly said, shifting on the sofa so that you were facing him. “Do you know how much I like you?”

“Judging from the heart-eyes you have when you look at me? A lot,” Alhaitham guessed. “Y/N, I hope you’re also aware of how much I like you.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed teasingly. “I don’t know. Unlike you, I’m not an academic genius.”

“I don’t think either of us needs a degree in how much we like each other,” the male with silver hair reasoned dryly. “As I mentioned before, I like you a lot.”

He spoke in all seriousness, and that was one of the many things you liked about him. He was earnest and serious, blunt and bold. He was also very serious about you and he didn’t beat around the bush when he told you so. The way he looked at you so solemnly made your heart swell.

“Oh, I think I already got that degree the moment I saw you,” you added to the joke, before turning serious. “I don’t think I can like someone as much as I like you.”

Why were the two of you turning so… sappy? Maybe it was simply because both of you were tired after a long day. and the fair share of boldness you adopted from Alhaitham was also playing its part. Usually it wasn’t like that. Most of the time you sat against Alhaitham as he was reading a book, often talking but never like this despite dating for two months already. But you liked it. You liked this sort of conversation with him.

“You speak big words, Y/N,” your boyfriend pointed out.

“I mean it, though,” you swore. “I’m as serious as you are.”

“Nice try, but you’ll never be as serious as I am.” Alhaitham gently flicked your forehead before turning away and grabbing the book that lay on the armrest of the sofa. But you saw it; the rare little smile that rested on his lips as he did so.

Silence followed, in which Alhaitham grew immersed in his book and you rested against him comfortably, thinking about the words that still lingered in the air. Your conclusion? Alhaitham was down bad for you in his own way, but you were so just as much.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham genshin impact #al haitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham imagine #alhaitham imagines #al haitham x reader

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kimmingyuswifee · 5 months

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Destiny? - Kim Mingyu fic

*Y/n pov*

My friends and I were on a trip and coincidently we met SEVENTEEN who were in the opposite bus beside ours. (They were also in Italy for a vacation because they were shooting a reality show where they relaxed and enjoyed) We were so damn excited to see them!! We got off the bus and met all the members until my eyes darted on the one whom I cherish the most from the group, Kim Mingyu. He looked really tall, handsome yet cute with his golden retriever energy. I was enchanted to meet him~

All of us introduced ourselves to each other and decided to take a stroll around for a while. It was almost evening, and we decided to make a small group to share the rooms because there were a lot of people on this trip.

We played rock, paper, scissors (the iconic game lol), and decided our roommates. I was happy that Dokyeom, Minghao, Mingyu, and I were the roommates. We checked in the hotel room, and it was damn luxurious and spacious. So it was big enough for all of us to fit in.

We were tired from the travel, so we just decided to chill and do nothing. After a while, Dokyeom started playing music because we were getting bored. He played "Crazy Form" by Ateez, and I got so excited and told him, "Yooo I'm a fan of Ateez!! I love listening to their music!" (Don't come at me for mentioning another group cuz I'm a multistan lmao)

Dokyeom agreed with me enthusiastically. But then Mingyu scoffs, asking, "Oh really? So don't you like our music?" He raised his eyebrow. Ngl I was caught a bit off guard and got intimidated when I saw his facial expressions. I said, "N-no, it's not like that. I love listening to your music, it's just that I'm new to this group, and I love this kind of genre." He just hummed to my response.

Minghao, who was quiet the whole time listening to this, answered, "Come on Mingyu, don't take it so seriously. People love listening to various artists, and she's a carat as well. As long as they support and love us, we are grateful for that." To which Mingyu replied, "Yeah yeah, you are right."

Dokyeom who was vibing to the song, asked me, "Heyy who's your bias from Ateez?" I replied, "Oh I'm a newbie, so I don't really have one, but I like all of them!"

He chuckled and said, "Now that's how a fan should be! Supportive to all the members!" I agreed while laughing, and I was interrupted in between by Mingyu. He asked, "Whom do you like from Seventeen?"

I felt so weak on my knees when I saw him spreading his legs on the couch, looking at me intensely while slightly clenching his jaw, and asked as if he got jealous by the way I got close to Dokyeom easily.

I replied, "Uhh... it's actually you- you are my bias." to which he smirked and said, "Oh yeah? that's great, you got my attention." Before I could say something, Minghao interrupted us, "Guyss I'm hungry!! Let's go and have dinner, and then you can continue with your talks." to which we all agreed and went outside the room to meet everyone.

(This was just a shitty one ik but i guess it needs a part 2 right? Let's see how it goess <3)

Pt.2

Taglist: @gyukookswhore @joshuawifey @f4iryjjosh @wonwooz1

#kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen mingyu #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #mingyu fluff #mingyu fanfic #mingyu ff #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic

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OKAY THE KINKY BLUES HAS ME INTRIGUED PLEAAASE HEAR ME OUT ON SUGGESTIONS/BRAINSTORMING/HOPES/DREAMS. alright so it cant be in Temptation, the kink requires its own pocket dimension, first of all. as the biggest fanboygirl of their cycle of dominance and submission im gonna start off with that. a really fun and naturally flowing dom-sub dynamic for them is born in ancient egypt. if set put her aside as his property and tried to experiment with her ka with slowly increasing pressure whilr kisara was like "this kind man who saved me twice feeds me and shelters me who cares if hes tying me down and writing spells on my skin lol" it goes apeshit from there. TWO-this can be from many modern aus with little work, basically an in love blueship that seemlessly slipped into a dom-sub dynamic consciously switching it up a lil. whether that has seto giving orders while tied up on his knees or kisara begging to tie him up would be..that would go BRRRR. THREE. biting kink. straight up. no notes. id be fine with a 400 word introspective of either of one of them watching the bite marks they left on the other and their feelings about it. id settle. itd be enough.

how we feeling. any of thesr sound desirable. wanna brainstorm more. ill come knocking at your door like an unhinged mormon. anyway wanna tell you regardless, absolutely no pressure what you may or may not end up writing i just wanted to yell at someone about kinky blues, have a great day

S C R E E C H I NG this is why ily blueshipping king you just get my vision <333 that ancient Egypt idea has got me going f e r a l just thinking about it and i’ve thought for so long that i should write some mizushipping at some point anyway so yesssss. also biting is uh. yes please.

anyway okay now you got me started so strap in because this is gonna be a long ramble. so i feel like there’s several points about how i imagine their dynamic that i have to unpack here (putting it under a cut bc length or if ppl are uncomfy with this stuff)

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i am unfortunately boring in the way that i’ll ultimately always wanna write Seto as the dominant one just bc of my own personal preferences. BUT that obv doesn’t mean Kisa wouldn’t have a fair amount of control over the situation, both bc a healthy dom/sub dynamic requires it in terms of consent and boundaries ofc, but also bc a) Seto is so extreme in his need for Kisara’s explicit permission to do basically anything to her (even the vanilla stuff) because he’s so painfully precious about her well-being and also constantly plagued by not feeling worthy of her and b) while i think Kisa wants to be dominated i think she also realllly enjoys the control of knowing she’s got Seto wrapped around her little finger and could make him do any depraved thing she wants to her just by looking at him in the right way. so yeah i think they both know who’s really in control behind the scenes lol

i’m also DYING to get into Seto’s inevitable mental struggle to reconcile his thoughts and feelings of “she is a perfect goddess and i’m a mere mortal unworthy of even looking at her let alone touch her” and “i’d die to protect her and if anyone hurts her i’ll fucking kill them” vs his desire to be the one who gets to take this perfect goddess and make her submit to him, kneel before him, own and control and ruin her perfectly (because if there’s one thing we all know about Seto Kaiba is that he’ll make sure the divine yields to him, and not the other way around). I guess the key things there is that he alone is allowed to hurt her and no one else.

On this note i do however think Seto would be so conflicted about physically hurting Kisa, even if she very clearly and explicitly wants him to, because he just struggles with being so overprotective of her and not wanting to see her injured or in pain. but this would also be delicious to write him being all conflicted due to the guilt of causing her pain vs the fact that doing so is super fucking hot and he can’t resist doing it, esp not when she’s literally begging him to. Taking all of his frustrations after a long day out on her more than willing body would be so cathartic and tempting but also associated with so much guilt and worry about getting too into it and going too far.

I also definitely see Kisa as being the more extreme of them, to the point where i can actually see her be just a little bit unhealthily masochistic because she doesn’t really value herself due to past trauma, giving her a self-destructive streak and kinda fucked-up notions along the lines of ultimately being deserving of pain and suffering, that someone hurting her equals caring about her and wanting her, and that the ultimate thing she can do to show someone that she really loves and trusts them is to just offer herself up completely to use and do whatever they want to, which Seto would have to try to handle and mitigate because he’s ultimately not gonna let her use him to actually really hurt herself (and you know it would also break his heart a thousand times over to realise just how little she values and cares about herself due to her fucked up past). But I could also write it kinda funny in that whole “sub suggesting increasingly violent/fucked up things while the dom goes ‘idk that’s scary’” lmao. I think Kisa is a bit annoyed that people (especially Seto) tend to see her as this fragile, porcelain flower and wants to prove that she is perfectly capable of taking a (consensual) beating.

Outside of strictly sexual stuff i can also see Kisa as very much an ‘everyday/domestic acts of service’ kinda sub who just wants to bring Seto his coffee when he’s working and a drink when he comes home from work and make sure to always wash and iron his clothes and put them out before he leaves in the morning, tying his tie before he leaves and untying it when he gets home and cooking and serving his meals for him (which tbh wouldn’t just be about her being submissive but also bc she just wants to make sure he actually takes care of himself with like, eating and taking coffee breaks bc you know that man doesn’t take care of himself if left unchecked). And I think this also ties in with her sense of self-worth being tied to being useful and helping others because she doesn’t really see herself as valuable unto herself, but also maybe acts of service is just kinda her “love language” too. i feel like this is the sort of thing i could maybe include in Temptation bc she’s already pretty much like this there, with to me pretty obvious undertones that her working as Seto’s assistant is definitely triggering a submissive side in her.

Temptation also has the whole thing with Seto secretly enjoying Kisa wearing her KaibaCorp pin while working because it marks her as his for the world to see, and I definitely feel like that’d be a thing for him too. Branding her, either by things like visible bite marks/hickeys that she’s not allowed to cover up or something like a discreet necklace that is actually a collar (although tbf, with the fashion we see in the Yugioh universe, would anyone even blink at a BDSM-style collar? Like Yugi’s already wearing fetish gear as his everyday clothes lmao). I mean, Seto’s already pretty big on putting his branding on literally everything, so Kisa would be no exception (also imagine the ridiculous extravagance and amount of money and care Seto would put into a collar for Kisa).

While I’m not really into the idea of Seto being submissive per se, I do think both he and Kisa could easily have praise kinks because they both crave validation in their own ways and for someone to telling them that they’re doing/being good (Seto wouldn’t admit that though, but if I allow for some submissiveness on his part I think being called a good boy could fix him). But with him as the dom it also totally tracks for him to make Kisa worship him and stroke his ego in that way. On that theme, however, I could also imagine him making her allow him to worship her as a kind of ‘punishment’ bc he knows she has a hard time accepting that but that it’s also something that’s good for her to hear.

Also I can totally see Kisa being a little bratty as a sub sometimes because she likes to talk back to Seto and be deliberately cheeky, disrespectful and provocative (both because she enjoys the control of getting him riled up and because she knows that the more she gets him worked up the more forceful and intense he’ll be about putting her back into place afterwards).

Okay so this turned into a fic-chapter length essay about this topic instead of actually writing the fic (bc *ofc* i’d do that) but please lmk what you think!!! (and hopefully i'll use your ideas + my rambling and turn in into fic eventually)

#blueshipping #seto kaiba #kisara

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hii, if ur comfortable with it, could you write a fic of eddie x fem!reader with any plot but to include

- sadism & masochism

- pain kink

- degradation & praise

- exhibitionism

so sorry if this is a burden to you i just rlly love ur work lol ❤️

danger zone

eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie’s knife against your throat should scare you, but your reaction couldn't be further from fear

warnings: fem reader, smut, slightly dark!eddie, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation + praise, knife play, choking, very bad bdsm etiquette, sort of autassassinophilia but to a very minor extent

a/n: this has been almost finished in my drafts for months, I'm so sorry it took so fucking long lol. unfortunately i didn't fit the exhibitionism in but i hope you enjoy anyways!!

smut under the cut <3

Eddie Munson is not a murderer.

Your mind races as you sit in Steve's car on the way to Reefer Rick's house, Eddie's supposed hideout.

He can't be… right?

You and Eddie knew each other reasonably well, though to call you friends would be a bit of a stretch. Your interactions were mostly composed of short conversations and a quick smile here and there when you passed by in the halls.

You found yourself oddly fascinated with him, and it didn't help that he made you weak in the knees every time you saw him, embarrassingly attracted to every little detail. The first time he had given you a tour of his tattoos, you had almost passed out, the sight of him pulling up his shirt enough to make you light-headed.

Contrary to his reputation, he was really a sweet guy, and you couldn't imagine him hurting someone, let alone killing them.

The car pulls up to a rather run-down house next to the lake, and you take a deep breath before climbing out of the vehicle, following your friends as they search for Eddie.

"Eddie! It's Dustin!" Dustin calls out as you enter a boathouse that's clearly seen better days. "Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help."

You look around, but much like the main house you checked first, it seems empty. "I guess he's not here, guys."

You hear a slight sound of movement, and then Eddie has you up against the wall before you can even think about reacting, the jagged edge of a broken bottle pressing against your throat as his leg slots between yours. He pins your arms above your head, both wrists held in the hand not holding the makeshift weapon.

You gasp, a noise that's only partially from surprise and sounds more like a moan. With their view of you blocked by his body, your friends are unable to see how you arch unconsciously toward Eddie, pressing forward against him.

As soon as you realize what you're doing, you slam back against the wall, praying that Eddie somehow missed what happened.

Something flickers in Eddie's gaze as you lock eyes, a look of lust that's gone so quickly you're not sure if you imagined it.

You're distantly aware of your friends shouting for Eddie to stop, but the only sounds you can focus on are his ragged breathing and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Eddie's eyebrows raise almost imperceptibly as he moves even closer, the glass digging into your throat as his thigh presses between yours.

You whimper at the feeling, desperately hoping that the others think it's a sound of fear. Trying to keep your breathing shallow, you are keenly aware that with one wrong move, the bottle could draw blood.

Any doubts Eddie might have had about how you were feeling are pushed away as he takes in your reaction, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Steve, put down the oar."

Eddie's head turns to look at Dustin, who is trying his best to talk Eddie down, while Steve slowly lowers the oar he had approached you two with.

After a few long moments, Eddie pulls the bottle back, still aimed at your throat but no longer touching your skin. You're hyper-aware of Eddie's thigh still positioned between your legs, shifting slightly underneath you as he talks with the group. Much to your shame, you can feel yourself getting wet, growing increasingly paranoid that Eddie will somehow be able to tell. You inhale sharply as he pushes against you at just the right angle, your hips bucking involuntarily.

You know you shouldn't be so turned on by a threat to your life, but your body seems unaware of that.

Eddie's attention snaps back to you, giving you a knowing look before dropping your wrists and stepping back. You just barely manage not to collapse when he moves away, your knees buckling as Robin rushes up to you. You lean on her for support, your heart still racing as you find somewhere to sit.

You zone out for most of the conversation, listening to Eddie's account of the night of Chrissy's death and then bit and pieces of the explanation of the upside down. You can't help but stare at Eddie, glancing back at him almost immediately every time you force yourself to look elsewhere. Eddie can't seem to keep his eyes off you either, gaze wandering over to you every so often.

You're fully aware of how fucked up it is that your focus is on him during a conversation about a girl's death, but you can't help the less-than-innocent thoughts that keep rising to the surface.

Eventually, after some more conversation, the others agree to go on a supply run, but Dustin insists that someone stay with Eddie just in case.

"I can stay!" You volunteer, internally cringing at how enthusiastic you sound.

"Are you sure? He was a little stabby with you," Robin mimes stabbing someone with a knife.

"It's fine," you assure her, looking over at Eddie.

"I'll be on my best behavior, scout's honor." Eddie holds up three fingers, a wry grin on his face.

"Yeah, alright, fine." Steve rolls his eyes and turns to leave, the rest of the group following behind him.

As you hear the car driving away, you're able to stop pretending like you're focusing on anything but Eddie.

"So uh," you stammer nervously as you stand, trying to think of something to say.

"So uh," Eddie mimics mockingly. "What was all that?"

Your eyes widen. "What do you mean?"

"Don't think I didn't notice the way you were acting earlier." Eddie says, a smirk growing on his face.

You feign nonchalance, pretending to examine your nails. "I don't know what you're taking about."

"Don't play dumb, princess," Eddie's voice lowers, taking on a dark tone that makes you shiver. "Did it turn you on when I pinned you up against the wall? Huh? Did I make you wet when I held that bottle to your pretty little throat?"

Your heart jumps in your throat at his words, and you can't deny the way they're affecting you, a wave of heat going through your body.

"Stop it." Your voice wavers as he stalks towards you. You stumble backward, finding yourself once again with your back against the dark wood of the boathouse.

"Why so shy?" The smirk on Eddie's face turns into a feral grin. "You were so eager before, fucking rutting against my thigh in front of all your friends."

Your chest tightens with a mix of panic and excitement as he invades your space, only a few inches separating you now.

You turn your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

"Look at me."

You keep your eyes closed, breath coming in short pants.

"I said, look at me." Eddie grabs your jaw and forces you to face him, your eyes flying open in surprise at the spark of pain that comes with his tight grip.

He takes his hand back and pulls something out of his pocket, flicking it open. He holds it up for you to see, and your breath hitches as a switchblade glints in the light, lips parting in a surprised little oh.

"I think you deserve better than some broken glass, baby," Eddie says as he lifts it to your neck, just barely brushing your skin.

"Eddie," you whimper, "please."

You're not sure if you're asking him to stop or keep going, but Eddie takes it as the latter.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll give you what you need."

Eddie tilts your chin up with the blade's tip, barely brushing his lips against yours.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you grip onto his shirt and pull him into a bruising kiss. He remains still for a moment, clearly surprised by your sudden movement, but quickly begins to kiss you back. There's little finesse in the way his lips move against yours, all technique forgotten in favor of the way he's devouring you.

You whimper as Eddie bites your lip hard enough to draw blood. He swipes his tongue over the wound and groans, grinding his hips forward against you. You can feel how hard he is in his jeans, clearly enjoying this just as much as you.

The knife travels down to the neckline of your shirt, and you gasp as Eddie slices it open, leaving it hanging loosely from your shoulders.

He takes advantage of the newly exposed skin, grabbing onto your chest roughly. Before you can protest, he cuts through your bra as well, stepping back enough to tug the remnants of your clothing down your arms.

Eddie's hands cup your breasts softly as he looks at you almost reverently, a brief moment of gentleness that's quickly gone as the hunger overtakes his gaze.

"God, who knew you'd have such pretty fucking tits?" Eddie tweaks a nipple harshly, chuckling when you cry out. "You like it when I'm rough with you, don't you?"

"Uh huh," you manage to get out, so overwhelmed by what's happening that you're struggling to speak.

One of Eddie's hands trails down to the waistband of your pants, unbuttoning them and unceremoniously shoving his way inside.

"Eddie!" Your back arches as he roughly plunges two fingers inside of you. It's too much all at once, and there's a sharp sting of pain with the pleasure despite how wet you've gotten.

"Fuck, you're dripping baby." Eddie's thumb rolls over your clit, and you spasm around his fingers. "You tried to act all innocent but I knew, god I knew you were just gagging for it."

You reach down and push your remaining clothing down your hips, leaving you completely naked. Hand now unrestricted, Eddie takes full advantage of the new range of motion, fingers thrusting deeper until you can feel the cool metal of his rings trying to push into you.

Eddie suddenly pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. "Get on the table."

You look to see a dusty old table sitting in the corner of the room. "I-"

Eddie cuts you off. "That wasn't a request, (Y/N)."

The look in his eyes leaves no room for protest, and you scramble over to the table. You feel like you should be embarrassed that you're letting him order you around so easily, but the only thing that goes through your mind with every command is yes. Eddie is close behind you and pushes you down the second you reach it, bending you in half over the dusty surface.

"Don't move."

You follow Eddie's instruction, keeping your arms and chest still against the table. You can hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and a zipper being pulled down, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Eddie wrenches both of your arms behind your back and wraps the belt around your wrists, the soft, worn leather biting with how tightly he binds them. Your shoulders are already starting to ache from the position, and you struggle slightly, trying to get more comfortable. A harsh slap to your ass makes you freeze and cry out.

"I thought I told you not to move," He mocks. "You aren't very good at following instructions, are you, sweetheart?"

"Eddie, please," you whine as you fight to keep yourself still.

"Be a good girl for me," Eddie lines himself up and just barely presses the head of his cock into you, "and beg for it."

Desperation taking over, you have no trouble swallowing your pride and giving him what he wants. "Please, Eddie, please fuck me!"

You muffle a scream as Eddie slams into you in one harsh thrust, wasting no time in setting a brutal pace. With no real prep, the way he's stretching you out is borderline painful, but somehow that makes it even better. You can feel every inch of him so intensely as he fucks into you, splitting you open on his cock.

He grabs your bound wrists and uses them to pull you up, causing you to arch off of the table. The switchblade is in his hand again, and he brings it to rest gently against the base of your throat as he thrusts into you roughly.

"Stay just like that, princess, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

He presses the blade just a little harder into your skin, and you whimper as you clench around him, unable to control your reaction.

"God, you're fucking filthy," Eddie moans. "Getting off to me holding a knife to your throat."

You want to hate it, to mentally distance yourself from the depraved acts you're committing, but the ever-present danger of the situation is making you wetter than you've ever been before. Eddie is clearly just as into it as you are, a constant string of moans and curses coming from behind you.

He pulls out suddenly and lets you drop back onto the table as he takes a moment to free your hands, leaving you confused and wanting him back inside you immediately. "Eddie?"

You start to push yourself up with shaking arms, but before you can fully stand, Eddie manhandles you over onto your back, lining himself up again before pushing into you with the same force as before.

"Oh, fuck." You practically sob as he angles his hips up slightly to hit the perfect spot, a new wave of pleasure making you spasm around him.

Eddie leans down, and your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you sloppily, cracking open again when you feel his hand wrap around your throat.

"Eddie!" Your eyes roll back as he slowly increases the pressure, limiting your air supply and suppressing your voice.

"Knew you'd like that. You just want to be good for me, don't you, princess? You'll do whatever I want."

You don't even try to deny it, nodding your head the best you can with your neck restrained. Eddie groans as you put your hand on top of his, encouraging him to push down harder, hips stuttering for a moment before falling back into rhythm.

"So fucking perfect for me." With how tight his grip is, you're quickly growing light-headed, and you're sure there'll be bruises left as remnants of his touch when you're done. "Take it so well."

Eddie's free hand snakes down your body to rub at your clit as his hips snap into yours even harder. At this point, you're sure you'll be walking funny for days, remembering the savage way he took you every time you sit down.

The knot in your stomach tightens as you feel yourself getting close, eyes fluttering closed as the feelings threaten to completely overwhelm you.

"You gonna cum?" Eddie looks down at you, the ever-present hunger gleaming in his eyes. "C'mon baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock."

"Eddie!" His name is the only thing you can say as your back arches, vision going white for a moment as the most intense pleasure you've ever experienced wracks your body.

Eddie's thrusts turn frantic as he desperately chases his release, pounding into you with no consideration for your comfort. You can only lay there and take it, blissed-out and practically boneless as you come down from your high.

Hips stuttering, Eddie comes with a choked-out groan of your name, and you moan softly as he spills inside of you. Eddie leans down to kiss you softly, almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the rough treatment that already has you aching in the best way. He pulls away, and you suppress a whimper as he slips out of you, oversensitivity making you wince. He tucks himself back into his pants, and you suddenly feel very exposed, completely naked, while Eddie is now fully clothed. You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest and hunching over slightly.

"Here." Eddie strips off his shirt and hands it to you.

"Thanks." You take it gratefully, slipping it over your head.

Neither of you speaks for a moment, just looking at each other in the fading light streaming through the windows.

"Eddie, I-" You're cut off by the door creaking open, your head snapping towards the sound to watch in horror as your friends make their way in, momentarily unaware of the situation in front of them.

Steve stops in his tracks as he looks around, gaze flickering from Eddie's shirtless body, to his shirt on your body, to your clothes strewn across the floor.

"What the fuck?"

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psychotic4ghost · 11 months

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:Siren & The 141:

A/n: I didn't mean to write smut again. But I'm actually really proud of this one lol. This is kind of more filler but this is probably one of my more favorite chapters so far. Enjoy. Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Smut (18+ MDNI), Scars, Wounds, Vomit, Hangover, mentions of alcohol

Chapter 6 - Bonding*

Mykie woke abruptly to small beeps of a tactile watch next to her head. Deep snores grumbled around her. The smell of whiskey and tequila tangled together in her nose. An unfamiliar heat was present under her body. Ghost. He was still cuddled up around her. His mask was all twisted and he was still dressed in his attire from the day before. The blankets were still neatly made under them. A slight pounding sounded in Mykie’s skull. A headache. A hangover headache.

Mykie quickly untangled herself from the large man in her bed and dashed to the small bathroom attached to her room. The sunlight hit her eyes, causing her to wince as she dropped to her knees in front of the already open toilet. The cool tile felt nice against her skin but the calm ended abruptly as she felt the bile work its way up her throat. The burn of her stomach acid mixed with old alcohol burned her esophagus as she retched into the toilet bowl below her.

Ghost hovered in the doorway. He was woken by her abrupt movements when she climbed out of the bed. He watched over her as she spilled the contents out. He carefully made his way to her, he moved her hand from her hair and held it for her. His touch made her jump for a brief moment. But she would be crazy to question the help, especially while she emptied her stomach.

“Doin’ alright love?” Ghost asked, his morning voice more rugged and deep.

“N-no…” Mykie sniffed. She could feel another wave coming moments after she spoke. The retching continued for another few minutes.

Mykie sat back, her arm slung over the edge of the bowl as her body finally relaxed. Ghost dropped her hair but made sure to keep it out of her face. He moved to the sink and grabbed her rinsing cup that sat on the edge of the small sink. He filled it with the tap and crouched back down to Mykie who graciously took the water. She filled her mouth, did some swishes and spit back into the toilet. After a few swishes, Ghost flushed the toilet as Mykie sat back against the wall.

“C’mon, lift your arms.” Ghost ordered. He lifted Mykie’s shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Mykie crossed her arms over her chest as her head rolled back.

“Don’t go getting shy on me now. Don’t forget what I did to ya.” Ghost chuckled at the sight of Mykie shielding herself. “I’m not here for that anyway, just let me help you, love.”

Mykie sighed and reluctantly set her arms to the side. Ghost tugged her jeans down her legs and made quick work of removing her under garments. “Still beautiful though.” Ghost mumbled out.

“You’re a good man, Simon…” Mykie trailed. She was still extremely exhausted. She lifted her good arm up for him to use to pull her into the shower he started. “You should join me. Please…it’s so hard to shower with my arm like this.”

“We gotta get those wraps off first before anythin’.” Ghost set her down on the toilet lid, her naked form shivered as she met the cold, porcelain toilet lid. He began slowly peeling the bandage back from her wound. It was healing well but after the punch and sleeping on it weird, it was definitely irritated. Most rooms were stocked with basic medical equipment. Nothing like the nurses wing, but enough to get by. Ghost opened the cupboard under the sink and grabbed some salin, new gauze and some wrap. He set them down for use after the shower.

“Let’s get you clean, yeah? You still smell like a pub.” Ghost moved back to Mykie, who was fighting to stay awake. “I guess I have to join you. Or at least help you.” He chuckled to himself as he watched her lull her head. Ghost stripped himself of his clothes. He lifted Mykie to her feet and dragged her into the shower. The cold water caused her back to arch, a soft moan of delight left her lips. The water rushed through her hair, soothing her scalp.

“Fuck I needed this.” She groaned. Her hands rested on Ghost’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her middle, keeping her from falling back. “I think I can stand okay now.” Mykie sighed, the water relaxed her muscles and helped wake her up. She turned to face the water, her back towards Ghost, she winced as the water rushed over her wound. The skin was still raw and tender. The ache of punching Gaz started to grow.

Ghost took notice of her winces, he lowered his unmasked lips to the top of her shoulder and planted soft kisses. He let his lips make a trail along her shoulder blades and up her neck. Soft moans fell from her lips as he did.

“Ghost, your mask…do you want me to keep my eyes away?” Mykie asked, realizing he obviously wouldn’t wear it in the shower.

“No, it’s fine. Just don’t tell the boys how hot I am.” Ghost teased. “And I’m just Simon without the mask, love.” He mumbled against her skin.

“I-I’ve never seen…” Mykie turned to face him, curiosity overwhelmed her thoughts. He was beautiful. The shower lighting didn’t do him justice. His dirty blonde hair was still slightly fluffy, the water hadn’t touched it yet. His skin was pearly. She had felt his beard scruff against her back but now, she could see the dirty blonde stubble line his chin, jaw, and upper lip. And oh his lips, so plump. She had seen this chin and lips before, but to see them with his whole face; it was something only a god could chisel. His nose was slightly crooked, probably from being broken, just like hers.

“Y-you weren’t kidding.” Mykie stumbled on her words. He was absolutely gorgeous. She could stand there and stare at him for hours.

Simon let out a soft chuckle. Mykie’s eyes trailed down his body, she had seen it before but now, seeing every piece of him, it was breathtaking. “Why me?” Mykie asked as her eyes met his.

“I’m not sure. I mean, Price has seen my face but only in quick little bursts. There’s something about you I feel I can trust.” Simon sighed. “Don’t get too used to it. This is a personal and a very very private thing.”

“I won’t, I promise. Just…let me see your face every so often. I might die if I don’t.” Mykie joked. Simon chuckled and nodded his head.

Mykie cautiously raised her hand to his face. Before she could make contact, Simon placed his palm over her hand and pushed it closer to his face. She sighed as she felt the stubble of his cheek in her hand. His eyes fluttered shut as she rubbed small stripes along his cheek with her thumb. She watched as his brows tilted inward and relaxed. She took in as much as she could, committing it all to memory. She was taking mental photos, never wanting to forget each curve, each scar, each wrinkle on his face.

Their shower lasted much longer than anticipated. Neither of them could keep their hands off one another. After many heated makeout sessions, Simon helped clean her wound. Once the shower ended, he dressed the wound for her, saving her a visit to the nurse. He left small kisses all around her shoulder as he wrapped the new bandage around her arm. He helped her with her bra and shirt too, something she had been struggling with since the incident.

“Glad you two have finally decided to join the rest of the team.” Price announced as Ghost and Mykie entered the mess hall. His mask was back on and her hangover had died down enough for her to be around people.

“Sorry, I had a nasty hangover, Ghost was just helping with my bandages.” Mykie confessed as she sat down next to Soap at the mess hall tables. “How’s your head this morning?” She asked the very exhausted looking Serg.

“Not. Good. I woke up with a thumpin’ headache and I couldn’t stop blowing chunks.” Soap complained. He was trying to force down a bowl of completely plain oatmeal.

Ghost set down a coffee in front of Mykie. Made exactly how she liked it. She nodded a thanks before bringing the cup to her lips. She let out an ‘ahh’ as she set the cup down. “Have you been drinking water, mate?” She asked her fellow Scotsman.

Soap let out a low groan as he shook his head. Mykie threw a knowing glance towards Ghost who promptly left to grab a cup of water. He set the cup down in front of Soap. “Drink.” He demanded. Soap reluctantly raised his head and gripped the cup. He groaned the whole time he was taking a drink.

“Stop acting like a baby.” Mykie joked as she chowed into the bowl of oatmeal Ghost had also grabbed for her. He was back to his stoic and standoffish mannerisms that the rest of the team was used to.

“How are you not dying from a hangover anymore?” Soap complained.

“Took a cold shower, you should probably do the same. You still stink.” Mykie pinched her nose.

Soap threw a scowl her way before lugging himself out of the bench and out the door of the mess hall. “Who else got as fucked up?” Mykie asked.

“I’m pretty sure it was just you two. Alejandro and I definitely got close to drunk but you and Soap…you two were a show for sure.” Gaz in formed her as he too, munched on oatmeal. Mykie bowed her head, a little bit of embarrassment creeped on on her.

Today was a no training day so the team lounged around and shared stories. Soap shared a few interesting stories about his childhood. Mykie, nor Ghost spoke much of their childhood.

“Oh, I have one.” Mykie piped up. She still had stories from her life once she left her childhood home. “I was working at this small bar in London and this bloke came up and was hitting on me and what not. Told him I wasn’t interested and I was also on the job. He kept creeping on me for the rest of my shift. When I got off, he was out back waiting. My boss was worried of course, and tried to act tough for me. But neither my boss or the dude were expecting me, a 162 cm girl to pop him in the mouth. Broke his nose and popped a few teeth out. Sent him running and I think my boss was scared of me after.” Mykie shrugged. Soap was in awe, as usual. Ever since Mykie joined the 141, Soap and Gaz would flirt with her any chance they got.

“What I would give to be socked in the nose by you.” Soap said a little too seriously.

“I can if you want me to.” Mykie lifted her good arm jokingly.

“How about no.” Gaz pushed down Mykie’s balled fist. Soap and Mykie both let out deep chuckles.

Their nights went on like this for about a week. By week two of their short break, Price had put training back on full blast. They were expecting the mission to resume at any moment now. Training for that evening just ended and everyone was winding down. Mykie’s shoulder was healing surprisingly quick. By the day 11 marker, she had full mobilitie of her arm.

The water from the shower head poured over Mykie’s dirt from training covered skin. Thick hands rubbed at her arms, the soft groan from Simon vibrated in her ear.

“Looks like it healed pretty quickly, and well too, shouldn’t scar as bad.” He mumbled again her shoulder.

“I hope so, don’t need another gnarly bullet wound.”

“Mmm, but I like the scars.” Simon was doing work on her neck and shoulders, leaving small wet kisses over her skin as he brought his hands around to her tummy. He pushed her back into him and gave her a soft hug. Mykie lulled her head back against his shoulder, taking in his warmth. The steam from the shower engulfed the two in a soft shadow.

“We should really get clean. As much as I love this, Price is expecting us.” Mykie turned to face Simon. His eyes locked onto hers, hunger filled his eyes as he examined her face.

“I can make it quick.” He groaned as he pulled her lips into a deep, savory kiss.

“If we don’t finish in the next 5 minutes, I’m edging us both.” Mykie threatened against his lips.

“I always like a challenge.” Simon smirked a devilish smirk. “Up.”

Mykie obliged. She lifted her legs to help Simon pick her up. He pressed her back against the cold tile wall, sending a shiver through Mykie’s spine. His lips made small marks along her neck and collar bone. His hands firmly gripped her ass as he supported her.

“You gotta do it, line me up.” Simon ordered. Mykie reached down between her legs and took hold of Simon’s already hard cock. She lined him up at her entrance. He wasted no time pushing up and into her. Mykie sucked in air quickly at the sensation. She had to adjust to his size every time they did this. This would mark three times now.

“Fuck…” Simon hissed out as he slowly pushed further in. Mykie let out soft moans as he bottomed out inside her.

“M-move. Move please, Simon.” Mykie begged against his neck.

“Needy today aren’t you?” Simon chuckled. She could feel his chest lift and rise as he chuckled and breathed heavily.

Without warning, Simon pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in quickly, setting a brutal pace. “You’re giving me five minutes, I’m gonna have you cumming in two.” He grunted against her ear as he found his fast pace.

Mykie couldn’t stop the moans that fell from her lips. He was moving so quickly and roughly. This angle allowed him to reach deep inside her, hitting that spot with every single thrust. He was large enough to usually do the job well but this angle, oh god, Mykie was in heaven. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, her breathing was staggered, her high was coming and it was coming fast.

“Si…Si I’m c-close. Don’t s-stop please.” Mykie begged as her head fell back against the tile. Her lips were slightly parted as small whimpers left her. Simon watched her face as he pounded into her. He drank up the sexed out look on her face. Knowing he was the reason was pushing him closer and closer to his climax.

“Cum. Cum for me.” Simon grunted into her ear. He was so close but he’d be damned if he came first. He wanted to make her feel good, his pleasure was just an added bonus to seeing how he makes her feel.

Mykie’s legs pushed tighter around his waist, her head fell into his shoulder and she gripped tightly onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as the coil in her abdomen snapped. Pleasure ripped through her small body. “Si, holy f-fuck. Oh my god. C-cum in me.” She begged.

Simon chuckled, satisfied with her reaction, let his own climax take over. He let go, his hot seed filling her tight cunt as she continued to squeeze around him. “Jesus fuck, Mykie…” Simon panted against her neck.

He gently set her back down, making sure her legs were stable. “We really need to get going.” Mykie sighed, still catching her breath. Simon chuckled as he nodded his head.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Simon began scrubbing her body with her loofah and he washed her hair for her.

“Look out Gaz, I can punch you now.” Mykie joked as she showed off her now healed scar.

“Gonna be a gnarly scar, it’ll look dope.” Soap said as he examined her arm.

“Add to the other one nicely, I guess.” Mykie let out a light laugh.

“Other one?” Gaz asked, both him and Soap cocked their eyebrows at her.

“Oh, right. You guys haven’t seen it.” Mykie said as she slowly lifted her tank top to reveal her bullet wound on her left abdomen. Her rather large scar was now out in the open for the boys to see. Ghost paid no mind as he had seen it many times before. Instead, he watched the boys. He watched their reactions making sure neither of them said anything negative.

“Mykie, that’s dope. Scars look good on you, lass.” Soap piped up after finally closing his jaw. Gaz nodded his head in agreement.

“Well thanks. I don’t show it off much. It’s story is uh…not the best.” She said as she dropped her shirt. For the rest of the night they all sat around talking about their scars and how they got them.

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heartofwritiing · 2 years

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Hotter than Mr. Darcy

paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

a/n: so i had this idea where the reader was like a super book/poetry nerd whose into all the classics, jane austen, shakespeare etc. And i thought it would be cute to write something where her and steve are just like chilling on one of his days off and reading together! ahh it sounds so cute! I hope you guys like it!

warning(s): unedited, spoliers for pride and prejudice, one swear word, cheesy lol, short af, and fluff, takes place before season 4!

“wait, wait so she’s not into Darcy at all?!”

Your boyfriend Steve Harrington spoke up from behind you. Currently you were sitting on the couch in Steves living room with your back to his chest with your copy of Jane Austen’s Pride and prejudice in your hands. You had just gotten to the point where Elizabeth Bennet rejects Mr. Darcy’s marriage proposal. Steve was reading over your shoulder, his head leaned against the side of yours, every so often placing kisses on your collar bone. While his eyes scanned the pages of one of your most favorite novels. His arm around your waist while his free hand played with your hair as you both enjoyed each other’s company on Steves only day off.

“I mean do you blame her? he seems very arrogant.” you point out. You rested the book on your knees which were propped up.

“Yeah but he’s rich.” Steve argued. “right? isn’t that what they’ve pointed out the past couple chapters?!”

“true, but she still doesn’t like how dishonorable he is towards others.” You point out.

Soon after you started dating you were worried Steve wouldn’t like you after finding out you enjoyed books more than anything. You had an obsession with books for as long as you could remember. They were there for you when you needed comfort the most. When your parents fought you would use books to escape and that was what helped you the most. That wasn’t the case though, Steve had made it very clear early on that he cared for you and nothing would change that.

Ever since you both got together it would be tradition for you both to hang out and read on his day off from working at the movie store downtown. You had already introduced him to a few of your favorites and he loved them almost as much as you did.

He never thought he’d like Shakespeare, he always dreaded it in school but you somehow convinced him that it wasn’t so bad. Much ado about nothing was his favorite always saying how Beatrice and Benedict reminded him of the both of you before you got together.

Like alot of people you thought Steve was this arrogant big shot who was the king of Hawkins high. It wasn’t until an incident regarding a bunch of Demodogs and a bus that you had gotten to know him for who he was. He was selfless, charming and an overall wonderful person. You had only started dating a year ago after you both lost your jobs at the mall and decided after pining over each other for so long.

“I guess you’re right, I mean he dose seem like an arrogant rich asshole.”

“You know what’s funny is, I used to have a crush on him when I was younger.” you admit sheepishly.

“Really?” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah I used to think he was hot, I think its the way Austen describes him, he was kinda my dream guy, that is.. until I met you.” your cheeks heat up profusely while you speak.

“awee babe, are you saying im your dream guy?”

“yeah..” you trail off sinking into your shirt like a turtle, a little embarrassed.

Steve than begins giving you kisses all over your head and face that he can reach. It has you giggling and smiling like a love sick fool. You were both so smitten with each other, it was so adorable.

“of course you are handsome.” you lean back to peck a kiss on his cheek. Now it was his turn to blush. You then get back into your positions and continue reading. After a few minutes of silence then Steve speaks up again.

“I am hotter than Mr. Darcy though right?”

“oh, definitely hotter than Mr. Darcy.” you assure.

he laughs.

I feel like maybe i should do another fic in the same universe with the same reader type but idk! *gasp* or a 1800s!au OMFG. Stranger things Regency era au?! i might do itt!

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xserenemeadowsx · 1 year

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Unconditional Love (Chapter 4)

By xSereneMeadowsx

Link for Chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/718885242606370816/unconditional-love-chapter-3?source=share

A/N: Thank you so much everyone for the likes and follows. :) I really appreciate it! :) I hope all of you enjoy this chapter! I’m posting this at almost 1am my time. LOL!

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Chapter 4

“We need to ask the kongs for help. I’m sure they won’t mind helping us again,” Peach said. She, Mario, Luigi, Toad, and the council were all gathered in the meeting room discussing ideas on what to do about Bowser and rescuing Y/N.

“They do have strong forces. You’re sure that they will align themselves with us?” The toad councilman dressed in blue asked.

“I’m sure of it. We have been getting along so well with each other.” The princess was more than convinced that the kongs would help them.

“They do have a great number of available kongs to help us out. They’re strong fighters,” Mario said trying to convince the council to go along with Peach’s idea. He believed that they could be of help.

“Besides, we know Bowser more than likely wants to try and take over all the kingdoms by hunting down for another SuperStar as well. It would be best to bring up strong forces against him and his subordinates.” Peach wanted to believe that they could win with the help of King Cranky, Donkey Kong, and the other kongs. They had fought together once before thanks to Mario helping convince the kongs that she and the toads were strong of heart and strength.

“Hmm…I see where you’re coming from your highness. I think it would be best to have the kongs help us out.” He then turned to look at his colleagues, “Council? Are we all in agreement with the princess and her idea?”

Mario gave Peach a hopeful look that they would go along with her plan. Luigi and Toad were also convinced the council would follow through. They all waited with bated breath as they watched the toad in blue quietly talk with the other council members. After a few more minutes had gone by, the toad dressed in blue turned to look at the princess.

“Your highness, we are all in agreement with your plan. We will gather the citizens of the city and move them to a safer area. There is a possibility that our city may become a battle ground,” the councilman explained.

“Excellent. Mario, Luigi, Toad, and I will all head out to the Jungle Kingdom soon,” Peach replied.

“Yes, Princess. Understood,” the councilman responded. He and the other council members left the room while Peach and the others remained behind.

“Told ya they would see it your way,” Mario said as he gave Peach a pat on the back.

Peach smiled at Mario, “You were right. I also had another idea that I think may be beneficial to us.”

“What would that be?” Luigi asked with curiosity.

“I think we should go to the kingdom of the Yoshies. They could be helpful in our battle as well. Plus, they are great for transportation,” Peach answered.

“Huh…I guess that could work out in our favor. We could have them along with the go-karts from the kongs,” Toad said.

“Exactly! The more help we have, the better off we’ll be. We’ll get Y/N back soon enough and take Bowser down!” Peach had determination reflecting in her blue eyes as she pumped her arms and made fists of her hands.

“Yeah!” Mario, Luigi, and Toad all cheered.

“Let’s get ready to head out. Meet me in the main corridor in half in hour,” Peach told the brothers and mushroom man.

The three of them nodded in understanding. They all went their separate ways to gather a few essentials from around the town.

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Y/N drank some of the water that had been provided for her as she sat in the cage. She hadn’t cried for very long, but the stress she felt greatly affected her. She didn’t like being locked up and she felt horrible for letting this happen. She closed her eyes as she gathered up her legs, resting her arms on her knees and laid her chin to rest on top of her arms. Why couldn’t this all be a bad dream?

She heard a door opening and saw a Koopa carrying a small tray of food. Kamek had appeared to transport the food into Y/N’s cage. The tray appeared in front of her, and she stared down at the contents. She wasn’t sure what this food was and was almost afraid to eat it.

“It’s not poisoned. Bowser needs you to help him. He wouldn’t do that,” Kamek explained trying to ease Y/N’s worries.

“I didn’t think it was poisoned, but…” She drifted off. The food still looked questionable to her. The silver tray had something that looked like roast beef (possibly) along with (maybe) mashed potatoes. She sighed and picked up the silverware that lay on the tray. At least the silverware was familiar to her with a fork and knife being provided to her.

“Well, this is the only food you’re getting. Eat it and be energized,” Kamek said as he and the Koopa walked out of the throne room.

Y/N knew that she didn’t have any other food choices. She would have to make do with what was given to her. She could at least be grateful that Bowser wouldn’t let her starve. She still wished she had better accommodation than this cage. How was she supposed to go to the restroom? They didn’t possibly expect her to just go in here, did they? She wasn’t some animal. Y/N decided to worry about that later and try the food in front of her.

She used the fork and knife to cut up the supposed meat and took a small bite. It was rather chewy, but not terribly so. She continued to chew and swallow the food. The meat did have some good spice on it, she had to admit, and the sauce covering it wasn’t too bad either. She scooped up some possible mashed potato and chewed the contents. The potato didn’t disappoint either. Now she was very thankful to be getting such a meal. She savored every bite she took since she wasn’t sure exactly when the next meal would be.

Finishing her meal, Y/N pushed the tray away from her and sipped on her water. The meal and the events throughout the day caught up to her, bringing in fatigue. She figured it would be best to try and get some shut eye. She curled herself into a ball and used her hands to make a pillow for her head. This was not the most comfortable, but it was all she could do. At least, she shouldn’t get cold due to the heat from the lava flowing. That did make her nervous. She would have to watch where she was going if they allowed her to walk around in here at all.

She wanted to try to figure out a way to escape. How though? How would she find her back to Peach, Mario, and the others? She didn’t exactly have a map she could pull up. Should she wait to be rescued? Maybe, that was her only option. She wanted to leave, but she didn’t want to risk getting herself lost in this world either. She wanted to think and believe that the princess, the brothers, and the mushroom man would all come to her aid. Y/N decided that that would be the best course of action to take as much as she really didn’t want to wait in this place. She would do her best in dealing with her current situation.

Y/N finally closed her eyes, calming her mind down with happy thoughts and memories to think about as her mind slowly carried her away to dreamland.

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Bowser lay in his bed as sleep was not coming to him as easily right now. He shouldn’t have napped on his throne while waiting for Kamek to return to him with Y/N. He couldn’t help himself though and had to rest his eyes. He grumbled a bit as he chose to try sleeping on his right side which had him facing a wall. He needed to get sleep.

‘Just think about Peaches and the success of your song to her,’ He mentally told himself. ‘Her beautiful blond hair, her dark blue eyes that can put the night sky to shame. Her bravery and hatred of me is intoxicating.’

He smiled to himself when images of the princess continued to appear in his mind. His mind finally allowed him to enter dreamland and the princess welcomed him with open arms.

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Y/N awoke with a start. Her dream had been extremely random and quite adventurous. She had been traveling down into a cave when a giant moth greeted her and was about to swoop her up. She shook her head to get rid of the images. Dreams really could be quite bizarre when they wanted to be. She sat up and stretched her arms. Her hands hurt a bit from using them as a pillow, but hoped the pain would calm down after a while.

She saw the tray had been taken out of her cage and replaced with a new one with breakfast food. Deciding not to question the food, Y/N ate it and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. It tasted of scrambled eggs and bacon to her. She continued eating and drank the water that had also been replenished for her.

“Good morning, Songwriter,” a familiar voice greeted her. Bowser looked up at Y/N sitting in her cage. “Enjoying your stay?” He asked in an almost mocking way.

As much as she was grateful for the delicious food and water, Y/N couldn’t be happy in the cage, “Well, I do wish for an actual bed, but I am grateful for the food and water.” She decided to smile at him to show that he couldn’t bring down her mood entirely. She wouldn’t let him tear her down.

“Humph. Get ready to help me work on my song. Kamek will let you out shortly,” Bowser said as he frowned at her.

Y/N laughed, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Didn’t exactly bring a change of clothes and I don’t want prying eyes on me either.” She was proud of herself for displaying a different front than what Bowser saw of her yesterday. It wasn’t easy as she had to control the tone in her voice, but it was well worth it. Kill him with kindness.

Bowser sighed irritably and walked out of the throne room. He was hoping to annoy her a bit and intimidate her. No matter though. He would ensure that she would help him exactly as he intended. No arguments and no getting a say in how the song was represented so long as the song was good and conveyed his feelings.

The King of the Koopas made his way to the room that contained his piano. He opened the doors and walked toward the piano, running a clawed hand over the cover. It was good to have his piano back. The one in the cage he had wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t nearly as good as his. This room allowed more notes and sounds to flow all around as he played out songs. The room would even change and show images of whatever background he desired. It felt like one was literally transported to another world. It was quite a spectacle to behold.

As Bowser sat down at the piano and opened the cover, the doors opened revealing one of his many guards along with Y/N. The guard and human walked into the room and Y/N took in her surroundings. What a ginormous room! The guard gave a bow to his king and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

“Quit gawking and come over here,” Bowser said impatiently.

“Sorry. This room is amazing though!” Y/N truthfully was astonished. The piano, so big and grand, the walls displaying almost rainbow-like colors together, and the polished floors. It felt like stepping into something from a fairy tale or movie. She walked over to him, standing by the piano.

“Uh…thanks,” Bowser said slightly taken aback from the girl’s expression. He cleared his throat, “Now tell me, the song you sang to those pesky plumbers and toad. What was it called?”

Y/N looked at him incredulously, “Wait…how did you…oh.” She then realized it had to be his wizard who told him.

“Kamek showed me footage of you singing your song. Just answer my question!” He was losing his patience.

Y/N slightly jumped from his yelling. Bowser, upon noticing her body flinch slightly, gave a small smirk at the reaction. “Okay, okay. It wasn’t actually my song-“

“What?” He shouted.

Y/N backed up slightly from the piano, showing her nerves, “It-It wasn’t my song. It was a song I sang by another artist. Katy Perry is the artist, and the song was called Unconditionally.”

Bowser stared at her intensely like he had done yesterday. Y/N didn’t like being the focus of his gaze. The anger and fire within the Koopa King almost became too much for Y/N to handle.

“Do you have any songs of your own?” he asked with a voice that could kill. He was still irritated but was trying to control himself. He knew he sometimes lit his fuse too easily when getting angry at others. He was beginning to wonder about her credibility as a songwriter.

“I…” This was just great. Y/N didn’t want to lie to him, but she was afraid of what would happen with telling him otherwise, “I um…I’ve dabbled a bit and tried writing a song of my own…”

“Tell me about it,” Bowser demanded.

Y/N slightly tensed up, “It uh…it involves longing for peace and…wanting to be with that special someone…” She was being truthful here. She had just written this out as a scene and not so much in the form of lyrics. She was hoping to write this out as a song eventually.

“Hmm…” Bowser was intrigued by this. “That could do…Come over here and sit with me.”

“Uh…couldn’t I just stand by the piano?” Y/N really didn’t want to sit next to the intimidating king.

“No. You will do as I say and sit next to me,” he said expressing impatience once again.

Y/N complied and sat down next to him. She looked at him as he put his clawed hands on the piano and began to play his song. A picture frame sat on the piano that Y/N just now took notice of. It was a picture of Peach. Bowser looked to the picture as he played his song and began to sing. The music itself was quite pretty and the lyrics…well…Y/N wasn’t too sure about all the lyrics. While some of them seemed fine, they also sounded very greedy and demanding…

Bowser finished playing his song and looked at Y/N, “That is my song. Now tell me what more could I add to it?”

This was a lot to take in. While she did find the music great, the lyrics needed work and a lot of it, “Um well…instead of talking about how you’ll make her yours, try to sing more about her herself. You don’t want to come off as being too possessive-“

“How is my song too possessive?!” he asked in anger. “I am stating fact here. I will make her mine.”

Y/N’s (eye color) widened, slightly scared by him yelling at her, ‘Have to stand my ground.’ She blinked up at him, trying to blink away the tears that were trying to form, “You want to show her your love, right?”

“Of course, I do!” Bowser responded.

“You show love through acts of kindness and understanding. If you force someone to be with you, they’ll grow to resent you,” Y/N spoke with a fire in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to lecture me! You will help me win Peaches back and I will do as I see fit!” He roared with irritation as his eyes glowed with fiery.

Y/N flinched once more from his yelling. How could she possibly help him if he wouldn’t let her? “I can’t help you if you keep yelling at me you jerk!” she said and gasped. She covered her mouth, very afraid, she made him beyond angry.

Bowser gave Y/N the most over the edge look she had ever been given by anyone. It utterly caused her body to tremble and shake. She stood up from the piano bench and started backing away. Bowser got up and walked up to her, reaching her in no time. He grabbed her tightly in his clawed hands. Y/N gasped from being handled so roughly and tightly, her eyes watering again.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me. Songwriter?” He spoke each word deliberately with venom dripping out.

Y/N now had tears streaming down her face. She had been doing so well until now. “I-I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that…” Her sobs became louder as she continued crying. “I’m really sorry…Please, I…I won’t say anything like that again…” How she wished she could pass out then and there. She didn’t want to look into his raging eyes again. She closed her eyes as a few more tears streamed out.

Bowser slightly loosened his grip on her, “Do you promise that?”

“Y-Yes.” She hiccupped her reply.

“Look me in the eye and promise me that,” he commanded.

She slowly, with hesitance, opened her (eye color) eyes to look at his red ones who pierced her deeply, “I promise,” she spoke with sadness and nervousness in her voice.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, “Promise me like you mean it. Quit crying.”

She tried to calm herself down by taking slow breaths. In and out. In and out. She looked at him again in the eye, “I promise,” she was able to say in a calmer voice.

“Hmph. Good. That’s better,” he said as he put Y/N back down on the floor.

Y/N took in a few more breaths of air as Bowser walked back to the piano and sat down on the piano bench.

“Well, come back over here Songwriter,” Bowser said, patting the spot next to him.

He almost seemed to do a complete 180. One second, he could be full of rage, and the next, he could act as though nothing traumatic happened. Y/N walked over and sat down next to him, making sure her body wouldn’t touch his to give as much space as possible. Bowser took notice but didn’t say anything.

“Now, tell me what else I need to add into the song,” Bowser said turning to look at Y/N.

Y/N looked at him but would avert her gaze to the piano or walls of the room. She couldn’t keep her eyes focused on him, “You could talk about what else makes you attracted to her. Her personality besides appearance.”

Bowser took notice of Y/N constantly moving her eyes to look at anything else but him, “Look at me when you speak.” He reached out a claw and gently put it under her chin tilting her head up.

She gasped at the contact and looked at Bowser with surprise, “R-Right. Sorry.” She felt Bowser was only doing this purpose to get under her skin and she didn’t like it.

He removed his claw from her chin, “Her personality…well…she enjoys hating me…”

“Um…I mean things like her kindness. How she takes time in listening to the concerns of her citizens. Her laughter. The positive parts of her personality. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to consider her hating you as a positive part of her personality.” Y/N was glad that Bowser finally let her speak without interrupting her.

“Positive parts of her personality…as you said, her kindness and care for her kingdom are positive,” Bowser agreed.

“Yes. You could say things like, ‘Her laughter is like a sweet bell for my ears. Full of glee and joy.’ From there, try to form that into a line for the song,” Y/N explained.

Bowser liked the way Y/N thought through this writing process, “I see…”

The King and Songwriter continued talking about different parts of Peach’s personality. Though Y/N didn’t know Peach as well as Bowser did, she felt she was able to give some help and other ideas on what to put into the song. Now that they listed everything, they just needed to form the ideas into lyrics and put everything in a certain order.

“I’d say it’s time for a lunch break,” Bowser said as he stood up from the bench. “We have progressed well. I am pleased.”

“Uh, okay. Yes, I suppose we have,” Y/N said getting up.

“I’ll have Kamek escort you back to the cage,” Bowser said as he and Y/N exited the room.

“Oh, okay…” Y/N was a bit let down. She was hoping that possibly she could just have a meal outside of the cage for once. She felt as though she was being treated as nothing more than a pet in some ways.

Bowser called out to Kamek and had him take Y/N back to the cage and serve her a meal.

Y/N sat in her cage, picking at her food. It was hard for her to eat. Too much was on her mind. Bowser could be terrifying when he wanted to be. Images of what had happened replayed in her mind. She didn’t want to experience that ever again. She still didn’t understand either how it was someone could go after someone else who had no interest in them. Wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who shares your feelings and sentiments? This is what Y/N thought and it’s what she would strive for in any potential relationship.

She didn’t have much relationship experience, but she had enough to know that if one person feels a certain way and the other doesn’t, the relationship will not work out. Everything will come crashing down like a tidal wave crashing on the rocks and shore on a beach. She’d been through enough trouble with her last relationship and didn’t want to have another experience like it. She had been played for a fool by the guy she was last with. Being deceived as he so easily played with her heartstrings one by one. He acted like he was in love with her when he wasn’t at all.

Y/N shook her head to rid of the terrible memories. She knew she needed to eat. She quickly ate what looked to be the same meal she had last night. She didn’t mind it though. She ate fast and drank her water and then stared off into space waiting to be summoned again by the king.

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Bowser ate his meal at the large dining room table. He was happy that things were progressing well in coming up with more lyrics for the song. He couldn’t have asked for a better songwriter. He knew his Peaches would adore the song and fall for him. Her hatred would then turn into love for him. He would serenade her with his song in the most beautiful of places with his piano as she gazed at him. The princess would be amazed at his ability to play the piano and sing such heartfelt words. It was going to be perfect!

Suddenly, images of the events of this morning came to his mind. He was annoyed with how Y/N changed her behavior and how she had the nerve to call him a jerk. When he looked into her eyes though, he could see that she was an honest individual. He was grateful for that as he wouldn’t tolerate liars in his kingdom. He could see how much Y/N enjoyed the development of coming up with phrases and turning them into lyrics. She proved her usefulness to him.

He finished his meal and asked Kamek to fetch Y/N and meet him back in the piano room.

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Bowser sat on the piano bench and waited for Kamek to show up with Y/N. He lightly drummed his claws on the cover as he waited for them. He decided to try and occupy his mind with images of Peaches again. Her smile, her fair skin, her long blond hair, her elegance, and her grace. He couldn’t get enough of it.

The doors to the room suddenly opened revealing Kamek and Y/N.

“Sire,” Kamek said as he bowed and gave Y/N a little push into the room.

Y/N stumbled a bit, not expecting to be pushed and steadied herself.

Kamek closed the doors and Y/N made her way to the piano. She once again sat down on the bench, making sure that her body did not touch his.

“So, uh…I think after the chorus of you saying Peaches I love you, we can add in a line that says, ‘Your dark blue eyes make the stars shine at night. Your hair is the sunshine of my mornings when I awake.’ How does that sound?” Y/N was sure that these two lines would be a good start for after the chorus.

“Hmm…not bad. After that, we could say, ‘I hope you see how much you mean to me. Peaches, your sweetness is like candy for my teeth,’” Bowser replied.

“Ah that sounds so cheesy, but it is nice,” Y/N said. “It doesn’t hurt to have a few cheesy lines here and there.”

“Yes. It will be perfect,” Bowser confidently said.

“How about after that last line, we put in one more line to say, ‘You make my heart sing with your kindness. I want to be your right guy for all of time.’ Then, we can go back to the chorus. Sound good?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, that’s good,” Bowser said smirking.

“We can repeat the chorus one more time and then have a few more lines about her and back to the chorus for one last hoorah. Does that work for you?” Y/N was feeling like the song would be too short if more wasn’t added and she knew Bowser wanted this song to be longer than what he had written out.

“Yes. The last few lines should talk about her laughter and bravery,” Bowser said. “Hmm…’Your laughter is sweet ringing for my ears. I admire your bravery to stand up to your fears. I want to be your knight and wipe away your tears,’” Bowser suggested.

“Yeah, that could work. I feel like a few more lines should be added in. ‘I promise you this my dear. I will give you my all and won’t let you fall. You’re so precious to me and I need you to be with me’ Then, we go back to the chorus,” Y/N said.

“That should do,” Bowser said.

He began to play the song and sing the lyrics he and Y/N came up with along with what he originally wrote out. Y/N looked at him as he stared at the picture of Peach. Y/N could see his passion shining through and she had to admit, he was very good at playing the piano. The notes danced vigorously as he continued hitting each key. The words flow in tune with the waves of the music.

The room around them suddenly changed backgrounds. Y/N gasped as the scenery changed. Around them, a waterfall cascaded, and they were placed on a grassy field. It was night and the moon and stars shone brightly casting a spotlight on the two. Y/N smiled at the scenery and could see Bowser still gazing at the picture of the princess. He finished the tune and turned to look at Y/N.

The scenery hadn’t changed as Bowser looked at Y/N, “I think this song still needs some more work. What we have is good, but I feel the tune needs to be changed. Some of the lines shortened a bit.”

Y/N nodded. “Sure, we can go back to the drawing board. Is there anything specific you wanted to add in?”

“The song you were singing before to those pesky plumbers and the toad. Sing me that song right now.” Bowser wasn’t sure what came over him, but he felt that listening to another song by someone else could possibly help him out in making other edits for the song.

Y/N, surprised replied, “Uh…sure…okay.” She felt a bit awkward now. Maybe he did want to use it as a sort of inspiration? She began singing the song and Bowser looked at her with his full attention. She felt his eyes taking in everything she sang and slightly blushed from being stared at.

Bowser quite enjoyed hearing Y/N sing this song. Her voice was nice, and he felt…light hearing her sing. He felt as though this song was meant as a promise and he couldn’t help feeling like the song was a promise to him from her…wait a second…. he shook his head. What was he thinking? This was inspiration for his song for Peaches. Right. Peach is the main focus. It was like Peaches could sing this song and promise to love him.

Y/N finished singing the song, “Um…any inspiration?”

Bowser nodded his head, “Yes, my song for Peaches can be like a promise of my love to her.”

“Glad it could help you,” Y/N replied with a small smile. “It is a great song. One of my favorites.”

“Yes, it is…” Bowser agreed. “I think we should call it a day here. We’ll resume tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Y/N replied.

The king and human got up from the bench and the scenery changed back to normal. They both began walking out of the room and entered the long hallway.

“Kamek, take Y/N back to her cage and feed her some dinner,” Bowser said to the wizard who was coming up to the two of them.

“Yes, Sire,” Kamek replied as he ushered Y/N to follow him.

Y/N started moving along with Kamek down the hall when she felt a certain gaze hit the back of her head from the king. She turned around and could see Bowser looking at her. She stared at him a few seconds more before turning her head back around. Why was he looking at her like that?

Bowser shook his head and started walking away. Why did he do that? It was because the song was stuck in his head and Y/N’s voice was stuck in his head with the song. That was it. He focused on walking to the dining room to eat his meal that his koopas would’ve finished preparing by now.

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Mario, Luigi, Toad, and Peach had left the Mushroom Kingdom and were walking toward their next destination. The Yoshi Kingdom. The creatures were like dinosaurs, and they were very cute according to the princess. They were of different colors as well. The brothers were very intrigued by the descriptions Peach gave and Toad was excited to see a Yoshi again. It had been far too long since Toad last saw them. It was the same story for Peach.

“So uh, the Yoshies are like dinosaurs huh? Are they tall?” Mario asked.

“They’re a bit taller than me so they’re not towering creatures. Hence why it’s easy to use them for transportation,” Peach explained.

“Well, that’s good. The dinosaurs back in our world wouldn’t have been able to be used as transportation. Of course, they’re extinct and have been for many years,” Luigi said.

“Your dinosaurs no longer live? What happened to them?” Toad asked.

“A large meteor hit the earth causing all kinds of fire and explosions. The meteor broke into many pieces when it hit our planet, burning, and destroying everything,” Mario answered.

“Some speculate that something else made the dinosaurs go extinct, but I know most people believe the meteor hitting the earth to make the most sense,” Luigi said.

“What is the something else that could’ve happened?” Peach asked.

“Uh well…some people think maybe a flood wiped out everything,” Luigi answered. “I’m more onboard with the meteor myself.”

“Same,” Mario replied. “A flood is another possibility, but it doesn’t make sense to me either.”

“Wow, sad,” Toad said.

“Considering how the dinosaurs were, I don’t think humans would’ve been able to do everything they do today if the dinosaurs were still around,” Mario said.

“Nope! Definitely not!” Luigi agreed.

“That is too bad though,” Peach said. “Makes me wonder what Y/N’s opinion is…” She got a little sad. She felt terrible that Y/N was captured by Bowser. She also didn’t understand his reasoning for capturing Y/N. It couldn’t be anything more than a tactic to lure them all into a trap.

“We’ll find her Princess! Don’t worry!” Toad said trying to cheer himself and Peach up.

Peach smiled, “We will. Must stay positive.” She did believe that they would reach Y/N in no time and put a stop to Bowser. She just sometimes got a bit doubtful. Deep down though, she was someone who always looked to the positive side and saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Mario and Luigi agreed with Toad and Peach. The four of them continued walking and decided to set up camp for the night. All of them had been walking in a forest-like area after exiting the Mushroom Kingdom and decided to call it a night. Setting up the camp wasn’t too complicated. They set up a fire to keep warm and laid out their sleeping bags, getting comfortable. With thoughts about what lay in store for them the next day, the brothers, mushroom man, and princess all went to sleep.

Link for Chapter 5: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/719876599243227136/unconditional-love-chapter-5?source=share

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I Just Wanna Be (The Girl you Like)

[Stream 5]

The announcement is made.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Lucifer, Asmodeus, Beelzebub

Relationships: Delphi x Asmo, Delphi x Beel, Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 1276

Warnings: None, general angst

Notes: Hey y'all! I am back from vacation and have been working on things again! I was trying and trying to make this chapter longer, but it just didn't want to be. So, a bit shorter than usual. I'm not gonna make any promises about chapter length going forward, lol. They'll be as long or as short as they want to be. I can't guarantee s normal posting schedule, but I will say that I'm working on the next chapter now. Hope you enjoy!

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OracleDelphi is online

“Asmo, I don’t want to do this,” Delphi sighs, folding up in her moon chair and wrapping her robe around herself. “I just want to announce the collab and be done.”

Asmo smiles at her pityingly from her bed, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. “We could do that, hon. If you aren’t feeling up to streaming tonight. Just pop on, give the announcement, and then we can have a movie night.”

She groans, “No we can’t…”

“What’s stopping us, kitten?” He has a point. She doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a very valid point. She’s only ever missed one stream before and that was because she had to study for exams. If she took a mental health day, her followers would understand.

Delphi flounders for an excuse. Finally, she shrugs. “Nothing? I guess?”

Asmo sighs, “Buuut?”

“But after my Wednesday stream I talked to Wolf…” she admits with a groan, burying her face in her hands.

Asmo sits straight up, scrambling for the edge of the bed. “Tell me everything,” he demands. She groans again, curling even further into herself, but he grabs her ankle and pulls on it. Off-balance, Delphi slides down in her chair with a yelp.

“Asmo!” she snaps, swatting at his hand on her leg. She huffs, "It wasn't that big a deal.”

“Then tell me!” Asmo insists.

She realizes that she isn’t getting out of this and sighs. She readjusts her robe, sitting up cross-legged in the chair.

“You were watching the chat, right?” she asks, playing with the hem of her robe. At his nod, she continues, “Well, after I went dark, I messaged him.”

Delphi hands over her D.D.D. with the chat open, staring down at her feet while Asmo reads. It doesn’t take him long, and when hands the device back, he sighs, “I’m proud of you for telling him how you feel, hon. But why didn’t you stick around to talk to him?”

“What else was I supposed to say?” Delphi cries. “’I’ve fallen in love with the idea of you and I don’t want you to leave in case you’re actually the demon of my dreams?’”

Asmo grimaces. “Maybe not quite that…”

Lucifer gets the notification that she’s online just as he’s about to lecture Levi and Mammon for destroying RAD property again. Mammon owed Levi money and Levi demanded it back so that he could order some new figure from one of his countless anime. Mammon refused, of course, because he doesn’t have a single Grimm to his name and Levi had summoned Lotan in the middle of the RAD cafeteria.

Both of them hang from their ankles in the stairwell, whining about how it’s the other’s fault and they shouldn’t be punished. Lucifer checks his notifications and sighs. As much as he wants to just leave them both here and go to his room to watch Delphi’s stream, he knows that they likely won’t be here when he gets back.

He should have let Barbatos have them.

Delphi sits in her chair in her robe, the red light on her camera blinking to show that she’s live. She sighs and puts on a smile.

“Hello, my loves,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather the past couple of days, so I just have a quick announcement for you before I go offline. I know I’ve talked about my channel manager before, but we’ve been doing some talking and we have a special treat planned for y’all.”

She waves Asmo over from his seat on her bed and he floats into frame. He’s wearing a matching robe and slides into the chair beside her, resting his head on her shoulder with a seductive smile at the camera. Delphi grins.

“Everyone, meet my channel manager, Asmo. Y’all may know him as AsmoBaby.”

“Hi kittens!” Asmo jumps in, waving.

Giggling, Delphi continues, “This time next week, Asmo and I will be doing a special collab stream!”

“We’ll be streaming from both of our accounts, so make sure to join us!” Asmo adds with a wink.

Delphi smiles and finishes, “That’s all I have for you today, loves. I’m going to go get some rest and hopefully feel better soon. I love you all and we’ll see you next week!”

OracleDelphi is offline

Lucifer gets to his office after two hours of lecturing, sinking into his chair with a sigh. He runs his hand through his hair and checks his D.D.D. Ten minutes after the first notification, he received a second saying she was offline. He opens his laptop and checks her uploaded videos, realizing there’s nothing there from today. Or Wednesday, for that matter.

He closes the laptop with a growl and leans back in his chair. As hungry as he is for the little human, he doesn’t feel like going through old videos for the hundredth time. Instead, he pulls out his D.D.D. and types out a text.

L: Delphi, are you feeling alright?

He erases the message, rolling his eyes. Of course she isn’t, that’s a stupid question.

L: I know you’re busy tomorrow, but I’d like to speak with you after breakfast.

He erases again. She’ll think she’s in trouble.

L: Would you like to go to Hell’s Kitchen with me for dinner Monday evening? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.

That could work.

His thumb hovers over the ‘send’ icon for what feels like an eternity. What is he supposed to say to her? That he’s her secret admirer on DevilFans and he’s actually deeply, madly, desperately in love with her? That every time he sees her in those fishnet tights of hers he wants to fuck her on every surface in the House plus a few at RAD? That he doesn’t care if he isn’t the demon she’s been dreaming of this whole time, he just wants to be the only demon she ever needs for the rest of her life?

He erases the message and tosses his D.D.D. onto his desk, groaning. Damn his stupid pride.

There’s a knock on her door that startles Delphi out of her conversation with Asmo.

“Delphi?” a familiar voice calls from the hall and she grins.

“Come on in,” she replies.

A head of bright ginger hair appears from behind the door, peeking around the room before Beel enters. He closes the door behind him and moves to sit on the bed, a granola bar half into his mouth by the time he gets there.

“Hey, Bub,” Delphi sighs, holding out her free hand to him. Asmo has her other in a vice-like grip.

“Hi,” he greets her with a warm grin. Beel takes her hand and squeezes it lightly. “Your chat blew up before you went offline. Everyone seems really excited for the stream next week.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “That’s great! I was a bit worried that it would be too much, but I’m glad everyone seems excited.”

Asmo smiles, nuzzling into her neck. He murmurs into her skin, “I told you it’d be okay, hon.”

“I know, but I still worry,” Delphi giggles, shying away from his warm breath on her skin. It sends a shiver down her spine and makes her hips jerk involuntarily. She clutches Beel’s hand tighter as she tries to move.

“You shouldn't,” Beel tells her, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Even if a few people leave, you still have a lot of fans.”

“Thank you both,” she sighs, relaxing into Asmo's hold and smiling up at Beel. “I love you guys so much.”

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#obey me #mc!delphi #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me x oc #delphi writes #i hope y'all enjoy #more smut coming your way next chapter #promise

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anime-simp-0 · 1 year

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Hi how are you?? i hope your holidays were great!!

Can I please request prompts 4, 62, 64, 65, and 100 for Izuku?

These are rough times and i can really use comfort from my fav character. Thank you and take care <33

i'm surviving lol i managed to pass my classes this semester and that felt like a minor christmas miracle. hopefully this helps ur holidays <3 also i tried really hard to get this done before new years so i hope you get to enjoy it before then lol #4. "you can't keep doing this" #62. "it's okay to cry..." #64. "talk to me" #65. "look at me--just breathe, okay?" #100. "i adore you"

why did the holidays always have to suck?

i guess it wasn't the holidays as much your family. always giving their imputes. always criticizing. always belittling.

they couldn’t just be happy for you. there was always something you did wrong. first it was you wanting to be a hero. then it was you even thinking you were good enough to be accepted to UA. then it was how you didn’t get first place at the sports festival. then with the summer camp catastrophe, it was how could you possibly let your classmate be taken. honestly it was beyond exhausting. being around them made you physically ill. it didn’t help that your family would get mad when you avoided them. saying you weren’t grateful and disrespectful were the most common remarks.

so, you decided to stay at the dorms for new years. christmas decorations had been replaced the day before with black and gold decor. the entire commons had been flipped into a party room. streamers hung from the ceilings thanks to sero and uraraka and satou had been baking desserts while bakugo owned the appetizers before setting it up all pretty on platers and plates. music had been blasting thanks to jiro and the games had been laid out by denki, kirishima and mina. everyone was bouncing around from the different stations, playing games and grabbing plates of food while jamming out to music.

everything should have been perfect. except for the fact you promised you'd make an appearance at your family new years eve party. one that had officially started two hours ago. you had gotten a few called from your parents but had decided that putting your phone on do not disturb would be the best way to actually enjoy your holiday for a change. tons of memorable moments flashed by, some getting captured in photographs and others alone in memories.

"check your phone!" mina giggled as she turned her screen towards yours, "i just sent you your pics!" on her screen was a picture of midoriya's arms around your waist as he held you from behind, kissing your cheek after winning your teams beer pong game.

you smiled at the picture before pulling your phone out, "thank you!" you signed into your phone and opened the message app without thinking. your first mistake. dozens of hateful messages from your family littered your inbox.

"you're seriously not gonna come?!" "you're so fucking selfish" "literally making this holiday all about you by not coming" "don't ever show your face again if your only gonna use us" "you are such a fucking bitch" "you dont deserve half the shit you've got if this is how you treat your family" "slut" "disappointment"

you froze, completely blindsided by the messages. you turned your phone off quickly, feeling pain in your chest.

midoriya, who had walked away to get you a drink, noticed the change almost immediately, "baby?"

you ignored him, brushing past everyone and quickly walking away towards the garden for some fresh air. the door slammed behind you but that was the last thing on your mind. not when you could feel your eyes watering as the tears started to fall or the tightening in your chest that had you dropping to your knees. you couldn't breathe. every attempt felt like you were trapped in a plastic bag. your nails started to dig into your skin as you clung to everything around you.

everything kept slipping as you fell farther and farther in the darkness in your mind. your body was shaking from the tears that were wrecking you and your fingers had started to draw blood.

then, you felt it. the strong arms of your boyfriend wrapping around you tightly as he pulled your hands from your skin. "it's okay baby, i got you..." he purred softly into your ear as he rocked you both back and forth. he placed his hand gently on your face before turning you towards him, trying to get you to look at him. you pulled your head away and started rubbing your face harshly, trying your best to rub away the tears that had stained your skin. "it's okay to cry..." he put his hand back on your face, this time not doing anything other then letting you feel his touch, "come on baby, please just look at me--just breathe, okay?" his voice was laced with pleading as you slowly turned your face. "good," he smiled softly, trying to encourage you, "good baby." his thumb stroked the side of your face as he looked into your eyes, "talk to me..."

you shook your head quickly, pulling away from him and trying to push him away. he didn't let that happen though. instead, he tightened his grip even more, forcing you to remain against him. "y/n," he spoke sternly. he rarely ever used that tone on you. the last time he had it was because you hurt yourself in training for him and let's just say the talking to he gave you made you regret it more than the annoyed looks from aizawa and recovery girl combined. you stopped fighting after a couple seconds, accepting that you were going to win this fight and laid back into his arms. "y/n, you can't keep doing this. i need you to talk to me. i can't help if i don't know what's wrong."

you tried one, two, then three times, desperate to get the words out, but all that happened was more tears and ore frustration on your part. eventually, you just pulled out your phone and held it up in front of him. he gave you a confused look, "the pictures mina sent?"

"no," you huffed, biting your lip. a part of you was scared. what if he believed them? if he stopped caring about you? if he had been lying and it was all just a game? i mean, come on, who could possibly like you enough to date you? he glanced back at the phone before putting in your password. one that made him smile every time. the day he asked you on a date for the first time. the day you officially started dating. he had flashbacks to the way you smiled under the lights as you walked the streets of japan. his chest burned at the thought. now, here you were in tears, shaking so badly he could barely keep you still and with blood bubbling at the marks your nails had left. how could he let it come to this?

the second those number were entered, your screen assaulted him. "what the fuck" was all he growled. the things written were so volatile that he could feel OFA started to spark in his veins. his hand started to bawl as he one holding your phone nearly cracked the screen. "who the fuck thinks they get to talk to you like that?" there were very few times izuku 'deku' midoriya cursed, one of which was when he flew head first into a building using his quirk and yelled 'shit' so loud bakugo was rolling on the ground laughing while everyone else was making pikachu faces. but in that moment, he looked at you with such an anger, you forgot how to think. did it really bother him that much what they had said to you? did he really think they were out of line?

"izuku," you reached for your phone, not expecting him to jerk it away from you.

"i asked you a question, i want an answer," he glared. your heart skipped a beat in your chest. "because you better tell me the labels in your contacts are wrong and your family doesn't actually treat you like this..." you sat in silence for a moment, turning your gaze from him to the ground. that simple action was all it took for him to put your family on his shit list. he took a few breaths to calm himself down, your fingers brushing across his arms that held you made that easier then it would have been otherwise. because at least you were here. and not with those bastards. he sighed before pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade, "fuck them." you turned and gave him a surprised look, "we are gonna go back inside and enjoy the rest of the party, yeah? and we can deal with them in the morning."

"okay," you sniffed, rubbing a few stray tears off your face before going to stand.

"nuh-uh," he pulled your back down, "not yet. if those damn pictures mina got caused all this then they better at least be good."

you giggled and watched as he opened mina's texts. pictures of midoriya and you throughout the night filled the messages, all clearly showing the love you have for each other. some pictures you were aware of, others you were shocked she managed to get. like ones of him spinning you around when your favorite song came on, or one where you could see him watching you from across the room with heart eyes. we both smiled as you went through the pictures, the tears the earlier being stripped away and forgotten about.

in sat for a few more moments before mina messaged you, everything good? it's 11:53 and you guys are still outside...

"shit," you and midoriya muttered in unison before he helped you up. you both shuffled back into the party. a few people asked you both if everything was okay but you both just played it off as getting overheated. luckily no one seemed to want to push the topic anymore.

if felt like it was only seconds ago you had come back inside, yet the close read 11:58. midoriya was right by your side as your friends partnered up with their special someones. that didn't seem to stop the excitment that spread around the room while all the girls giggled about celebrating the new years all together.

like a family...

the thought almost made you cry. but not because it reminded you of what had happened. because it reminded you that this had been the best holidays you had ever celebrated. surrounded by people that cared for you in ways it seemed your own blood could never. over the months you had been stuck with these idiots, you had grown to not only respect them, but love them. for every flaw. for every poor decision or ick that used to annoy you. you had discovered a group of people that would put their asses on the line for you in a heartbeat. guys that would take bullets for you and treat you like blood. these people that become more than just your best friends.

they were your family.

your chosen family.

and frankly, that mattered a hell of a lot more then blood. you smiled as your eyes started to water again and midoriya turned your face towards him, "what's wrong?"

you shook your head softly in his hand as you looked down at his lips, the sound of your friends counting down surrounded you, "im happy..."

"bet i could make it even better..." he smirked as he leaning into you.

3...

2...

1...

"happy new year!"

his lips met yours in a way you hadn't felt before. something intoxicating and possessive. in a way that lay claim to your skin and took the air from your lungs. when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

"i adore you..." he whispered softly in the chaos of the room, "god, i... i'm inlove with you..."

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thelightningthatjumpsbetween · 1 year

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Fifteen

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

Warning: Explicit Content

(or, enjoy, lol)

Donna’s adamance that she sleep in her own home was objected to by everyone. It might have been the first time they ever agreed about anything, really.

Eva was worried that she would begin to remember her previous life while alone, and considering what that entailed, she begged the other to return to the Heisenberg Manor. Ethan and Karl echoed this. It wasn’t until the Duke stated he would be happy to drive Donna to the manor in his wagon that she relented, sensing that he would not take no for an answer.

So they went home as a group; Eva, Donna, and Rose in the wagon, and Karl and Ethan on the motorcycle. The ride was nothing for Ethan but the loud roar of an engine, and he was happy to keep his head down and let tears flow silently as the brunette drove them away from the home of grief.

It could be no coincidence that just as Ethan gave up his farce of believing in family, the real reason behind the Lords’ reunion was unveiled to him. It was as though the goal were to take every single last bit of wind out of his sails. And it had worked, hadn’t it?

Even though at one time, Ethan wanted nothing more than to see Heisenberg defeated, he now couldn’t bear the thought of losing the other. Trees flew by, the darkness growing behind them as they raced it to the manor. Miranda had not made a habit of manifesting more of her twisted Molded creatures, but Ethan remained uneasy until the group spilled toward the warm, inviting house lights.

After saying farewell to the mysteriously preeminent merchant, Ethan sauntered across the driveway holding Rose’s hand. “I should put Rose to bed, we need to get the guest room set up for Donna.” After he spoke, the blond paused. He looked directly at Heisenberg.

“Actually, Karl…do you want to put Rose to bed? And I can go set the room up with Eva.”

The engineer’s dour expression brightened immediately and he nodded, holding out his weathered hand for the toddler’s.

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An hour later, Eva was already sleeping in her own room, and Ethan passed the upstairs guest room one final time as he approached the stairs. He peeked in the open doorway to say goodnight to their visitor, and he paused when he saw her sitting up; the lamplight reflected the tears that stained Donna’s cheeks.

“I–goodnight,” she said, clearly embarrassed, wiping her cheeks and hiding her face instinctively. Ethan exhaled as if preparing himself and pushed open the door. He moved toward the bed, sitting gingerly on the end of it.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t think the memories are back,” she began, her voice unsteady. “But the emotions are. Eva told me what happened to my family. I can’t imagine. I feel so lonely. Alone.”

“You’re not alone here,” he said assuredly. “I promise. You don’t ever have to go back to that house again, if you don’t want to.”

“I didn’t want to leave it. My entire family’s memories are there. At least I felt close to them in a way.”

He nodded in understanding, rubbing his palms on his knees. “Well, just give it a few nights, the house will be there. You don’t want to deal with these memories alone.” Again, he thought of Eveline.

“What’s it like to die?” Donna asked him suddenly. Ethan’s brows rose skeptically and he avoided her gaze, instead focusing on the floor.

“I don’t know. It’s happened to me a few times, and I didn’t know.” He actually laughed at this for maybe the first time. But it was a bitter laugh, as hollow as Donna’s voice. “Just like being asleep, I guess.”

“Is it better to be alive or dead?”

“Do you mean…to know, or not know? To not be aware…”

“That you’ve crossed before, and returned?”

Ethan crossed a long leg over his knee. “You know, not too long ago I would’ve said being alive is better. But now all I can remember is just being stupid. Blind. Ignorant.”

Her legs were drawn up on the bed; now she rested her chin on her knees, hugging her legs. The terrifying doll was by Donna’s side and she stared at it skeptically. A frown settled over her fair features. Ethan threw up a hand and sighed in exasperation. “But then, being dead is just…being cynical and…I guess, the one good thing about it is that you change. You don’t even notice it, until it happens. I just hope it’s…for the better.” Ethan finally met Donna’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel like myself right now. I probably sound bitter.”

“But life seems good for you-you have Heisenberg,” she said knowingly–was there a hint of jealousy in her voice?- “And such a lovely child. A home.”

“I’m a lucky guy,” he said, and Ethan nearly froze, his eyes widening when he realized those over-saturated words just slipped out. They always had slipped out. They were rehearsed, they were a response to small talk and congratulations. At his engagement party. The wedding. House shopping. After Rose’s birth.

They felt so stupid, pointless, a lie, a ruse. Brushing off the truth of his situation. Ethan stood, his hands trembling, but he managed to take one of hers in his and squeeze it reassuringly. “Get some sleep, Donna.”

“Thank you, Ethan.”

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He was pacing while he undressed, pacing while he brushed his teeth. Karl was with Rose in her new en-suite room, where the men were only a doorway away. And Karl must have felt extra gentle, or something, because he’d already started a fire in their bedroom fireplace for Ethan.

The buttery, dancing amber light and the soft warmth that poured forth were not enough to settle his nerves. Karl reappeared, having successfully gotten the girl to sleep, and watched Ethan’s agitated routine with a raised eyebrow. He stood near one of the large wardrobes and began undressing as well. His yellow eyes tracked to and fro after Ethan, who was now fidgeting after washing his short hair in the bathroom sink. Ethan was going to scrub so hard with the towel that he exposed his brain.

Karl eyed the very empty wine glass that had, minutes ago, been very full.

“Don’t go losin’ the plot on me, Winters,” the engineer chided, stretching and yawning after his cumbersome clothing was removed. He always slept nude, and found other bedtime clothing options revolting. When the taller man emerged from the bathroom, a scowl on his pretty lips, Karl chuckled. “Hey, you killed us all once before. Shouldn’t be-”

“Karl,” Ethan interrupted in an uncharacteristically vicious voice. “You would be leaving me with nothing, if anything ever happened to you. Nothing.”

He’d touched a nerve. Heisenberg leaned against one of the wooden beams of the four poster bed and began, “I, uh, just meant.”

“I was gone. I checked out!” Ethan’s pacing picked up as he flung pajamas back into their drawers, instead removing the clothing he had, tossing everything down angrily. Karl had never seen such a feral display. Well, feral for the American. He stared, fascinated.

“I handed Rose off. I pushed her into his arms. And I took–I was falling apart. That was the end! And then it wasn’t. But we’re out here-” Ethan gestured wildly out the window. “What do I do? My life is, it’s about, Miranda. It has to be. Every fucking minute of it. Every day. Miranda, Mold, Miranda, Mold.”

Karl shrugged knowingly; he’d been there. Was there currently. Had always been there.

“I always-” Ethan now paced the length of the room, causing Heisenberg to turn his head, not just his eyes, to follow him. “I just always knew it’d take more than blowing the fucking…nucleus, sky high.” He was hissing through his teeth. “Didn’t care what it took, who I killed. I saw a fucking DEN full of maimed corpses, I WADED through blood at that fucking castle.”

Karl caught a glimpse of Ethan’s eyes as he passed the engineer by; were they black? Interested, the older man eyed the rest of Winters’ visible body. Easily done since the other only wore boxer briefs. Black veins appeared on Ethan’s arms and legs, and Karl swore too that as Ethan ranted, turning away again now, his lips appeared slightly blackened.

This caused Karl’s very relaxed posture to tense up slightly.

Miranda had looked that way. When angry, usually. It went away when her emotions calmed.

Ethan spun on his heel toward him again, still ranting, and Karl watched the veins disappear underneath pale skin as the blond approached. This time, though, he didn’t pass by Karl. He stood in front of him, and pointed accusingly. The blackened veins were gone, but his eyes were still dark, and maybe there were threads of black underneath them? Karl couldn’t tell, with the dim light and dancing flames. He blinked rapidly, willing away the unsettling feeling, focusing on Ethan’s words.

“...And do you know what I FUCKING think about? While I’m digging through her goddamn research and these old papers and records of horrible experiments and just, the worst, the WORST, shit imaginable Karl, just READING it would give somebody PTSD. You know what I imagine while I’m flipping through those pictures of the lab where Eveline was created? What I daydream about, seeing generations of ‘how to make people worship you’ diary entries?”

Karl could feel the tension building and he finally gave a meager shake of his head, signaling that he didn’t know, and to continue. Ethan laughed, a hopeless sound, one Karl had never heard from the blond. His sclera were most definitely black, but the darkness was fading. Was he simply having an emotional response? Was it related to Miranda? Heisenberg waited, refusing to give up his reclined posture, stubbornly waiting to find out.

Ethan flung his hands out.

“I think about….taking Rose to school. Walking to school with her when she’s older.” He laughed again. “Where the fuck is a school around here anyway, Karl? I think about teaching her to cook, with the Roma. What languages she’ll learn. If she and Eva will get the garden fixed up. I think about all of that land out there, what we’re gonna do with it when this is over.”

Ethan’s anger intensified. “I think about all the times you joke with me,” Ethan lowered his voice, sounding almost menacing, “about not saying yes to a proposal. And I think. How do I make him say yes? Because, Karl, I’m stupid enough to think that I can sit here and say…one day. Dumb enough to make plans. I’m stupid enough to believe that this is a life where at some point in my long string of failures at living, at getting a happy ending, that I’ll win, I’ll get it right–”

“Ethan, your eyes,” Karl said warningly. He couldn’t bear the thought of this most recent confession coming from anyone other than Winters. Though there were other ways to test the underlying cause, he chose to bring Ethan’s attention to it. Ethan looked truly feral now, his face a grimace, his sclera black and his lips graying. His expression softened at Karl’s clear concerned look. The blond spun and approached one of the room’s mirrors, staring in shock at his transformation.

“What the fuck.” Now he blinked, shook his head, and returned to normal. Ethan’s fury seemed to at least momentarily be quelled, and he blinked at Heisenberg in shock. “What was THAT?”

“Dunno,” Karl said in a cautious tone, “...She…used to look that way sometimes.”

Ethan’s eyes closed and his head tilted to the side; he seemed to listen to whispers, though Karl could hear nothing. When he opened his eyes, Ethan’s expression was even more sour. “It’s from using my powers more. We…brought Donna back today. I moved through the Mold’s consciousness to get to Rose, too. Different levels.” Hazel eyes traced his form in the mirror.

“I’m going to end up like her.”

Karl laughed at that, and then added a curt, “Uh, no.”

When Ethan tore his stare from the mirror, he looked at Karl strangely. It was still unsettling for the engineer, but almost refreshing. A different look than he’d ever seen from the either scowling, or baffled, blond. Ethan stepped closer, closing the distance between them. The fire crackled behind him. From here, he had to tip his head slightly to look down at Karl, who was only several inches shorter-but it was noticeable now, while he leaned against the bedpost, and Ethan had an almost acquisitive posture.

“I was saying,” the blond started, but it seemed his pacing had finally calmed him enough for a lower voice. His gaze moved all over Karl’s face; from his eyes to his lips, then at the scars littered across his neck and chest, back up to the greying strands of hair, that Ethan now twirled in a thin finger.

“I’ve got to stop making these plans.”

Karl’s eyebrows raised at this and he attempted humor, a testament to how uncomfortable he was seeing Ethan this way.

“You uh, got somethin’ else to attend to’?”

“I’m not that man anymore.”

“Right.” Karl’s retort was curt, and might as well have been, bullshit.

Ethan laughed, a hiss from his nose and somehow, too many teeth in his smile. “You don’t believe me. What if I said it this way. I see this situation for what it is, now.”

“How exactly were you uh, not-seein’ it before?”

Ethan licked his lips, glanced away, both of his hands now coming to Karl’s jaw, stroking the beard there as well as playing with the hair. Despite the unease he felt, Heisenberg’s eyes closed at this; he wasn’t used to the more direct touch from the blond. He leaned his head into the petting and scratching, a silent request for more.

Ethan glanced back, getting bleary eye contact in return. “Family got me this far. I don’t think it can get me any farther. This, taking down Miranda. Ending everything. I have to rely on something else, not the hope for a fairy tale future.”

“Good bet,” Karl shrugged, finally moving his hands to Ethan’s waist, and they kissed tenderly before the engineer withdrew, a frown on his usually amiable face. “Wait, does that mean I’m not your Prince Charmin’ anymore?”

“Karl, you were never any kind of prince or any kind of charming.”

This humored Heisenberg greatly, and he chuckled heartily while Ethan returned to kissing along his neck and shoulders. There at the edge, over one of the larger scars across Heisenberg’s deltoid muscle, the blond’s lips paused and he closed his eyes, speaking into the olive skin. “I just know that I love you, and I’ve never been able to show you parts of me because I…”

“Still think you’re the Knight in Shinin’ Armor, an’ I’m the Big Bad Wolf?”

“Not anymore.”

Ethan’s kisses trailed back up, but he moved his wandering hands now, one turning Heisenberg’s jaw away so that he could focus on the man’s neck. His other hand dropped down Heisenberg’s stomach, toward his groin. Karl purred into Ethan’s ear, “I shoulda’ told you the plan a long time ago, if this is what I’d get out of it.”

“Shut up.” Ethan was smiling. He pressed Heisenberg harder into the bedpost, using his entire torso at first, but then began grinding his hips into the other’s, finally causing Karl’s lips to part in an almost gasp, before the engineer grinned back. They were both hard, no surprise there, but the intense, sudden contact only strengthened their increasing need for each other’s bodies.

Karl’s hands wandered to Ethan’s hips, where the last bit of cloth separating them awaited. He hooked his thumbs around the elastic and bent at the knee, lowering the fabric while his yellow pupils glimmered with firelight. He maintained his gaze on Ethan’s eyes, which had finally returned to their pure hazel, and were heavily lidded while watching Karl.

The tension only built when he righted himself; moments later Ethan had Heisenberg’s hands threaded through his own and he steered the other onto the bed-tenderly, but assertively. Karl willingly fell back, his hair spilling onto the pillow around him as he beckoned with one extended hand for the blond to join him.

Ethan obliged, long legs clambering up and tangling in Karl’s thicker ones as he leaned down, kissing him passionately, grabbing tendrils of soft brunette hair as he eagerly explored Karl’s mouth. He’d laid like this-on top of the other-before, but this would be different.

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