#i know this guy has ties to whatever is happening in the hole

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

You...

What are your secrets?

#pokeblogging #brandy chat #mission update: paradox displacement #i know this guy has ties to whatever is happening in the hole #i can feel it in my fuckin bones

[auroreliis]

Not sure if you'll even see this LMAO. But I love the way you think, so I wanna know your take on Nightwing/Dick Grayson with an antihero. Someone who's constantly swinging between hero and villainy

I love this idea!

The thing with Dick is that he would be so annoying on this:

"Be careful, you'll hurt yourself!"

"I don't want to fight you. I'm doing this for your own good"

"I didn't want to give back ALL the money you stole, but if you do not stop fighting now, I will return the whole lot of it!"

You often find yourself knocked out and tied to a chair by him. In a safe place, of course, he wouldn't want you to get hurt, but man, those chains are thick...how will you get out? (You don't, he comes and frees you when everything has settled and brings you home...)

After his first encounter with you, he'd get Bruce to find out who you are. And then you're in for it...

He'd casually call you by your real name on your next encounter. The smirk on his face merely widening as you look at him confusedly.

"What the hell do you want?"

"So that IS your name? It has a nice ring to it..."

Your eyebrows furrow as he mumbles your name to himself a few more times like a madman. He didn't even notice you slip away.

The panic ensues as he goes around for a bit, trying to find you. He lost you...completely...what an escape artist you are...

And not only the first few times, you manage to slip away every time he even dares to blink. How sneaky of you. He's impressed truly.

However, he does not tolerate it when youngsters like you, with no training, try to act tough. Whether you're a good guy or a bad guy, he will not allow you to fool around anymore. Haven't you got a life? How do you expect to get sleep if you jump around on roofs every night? How immature of you.

And so starts his nagging.

His first thought is bribery. He'll give you whatever you want, as long as you stop fooling around like this, lest you hurt yourself.

If your main interest is material things, this will work. He will give you whatever you want. Whatever your heart desires. Just keep away from Gotham's moonlit streets. Go to bed, watch a film or something else, just please stay inside.

If your primary interest is more adrenaline than anything else, then he will need to get more creative. He will encourage you to seek entertainment through other means. Video games, escape rooms, laser tag, in fact, he will even encourage you to become a hero instead of being on the borderline.

If this doesn't work, he won't give up, it's just that Bruce finds a few holes in the walls of the manor. And Jason notices Dick being more irritable. And Tim, Steph and Cass notice that he doesn't joke around as much. And Damien notices the serious look on his face.

His attempts usually end with this line:

"Being a hero is extremely exhilerating, so why not choose to be good?" (Or, in other words, why not choose to be closer to me?)

Luckily (for you), you chose to come with him. God knows what would've happened if you hadn't...

#heyyyy im backkk #guess who lost the password to this account and finally found it again... #yep...me...whoops #i wont be on so often anymore #but ill pop by when i get a new idea relating to the batfam :) #batfam #platonic yandere #dc comics #x reader #platonic batfam #yandere batfam #yandere dick grayson #dick grayson

[remuslupinslittleslut]

I love your writing! Like ugh every detail is so hot! You have a gift

anyways I saw the prompt list and I think 14 and 16 with mean bf Remus or the teach me dynamic would be so hot!

I get so Happy whenever someone says something nice about my writing, even when I don't reply to the ask (bc it feels like its just boosting my ego?) I GET SO HAPPY and I do a lil happy dance THANK YOU to everyone who reads and even more to everyone who takes the time to let me know you enjoy it <3 love u guys and I LOVE THIS

YEs, mean bf!Remus and teach us!dynamics and OH Remus Lupin owns me!!

14: “I don’t need a reason. I can do whatever I want to you.” Mean bf!Remus x Reader

Masterlist.

This was not what you’d expected when you started tugging on the arm of Remus’ sweater, telling him you needed him. You figured he’d pretend to be annoyed for a bit, tell you sorry love, gotta work a bit more, but then inevitably give in.

That wasn’t… quite the reaction you received. He had told you he needed to work more, asking you to behave, but you pressed further, even took his hand and shoved it between your thighs to make him feel how wet you were for him. It had been the wrong move, which you noticed instantly as his face changed when he turned to look at you.

Grabbing a hold of your chin, fingers squeezing hard, forcing your lips into a pout, he said, “Is my little girl acting like a slut? A little cockwhore? I thought you were my good girl, what happened to her? Huh?”

His words hurt, you were his good girl, but you also needed attention, so you told him as much.

“‘m sorry daddy, just wanted you.”

He only huffed in reply, as he got up from his chair, abandoning his work. Normally this would be a win for you – but judging by the mood he was in and the harsh movements of his body, you figured a punishment was to come.

He walked you to the bed, hand on your lower back, before he pushed you onto the furniture, hands holding onto you harshly. Taking your hands in his, he straddled your waist and reached for the rope he only used when punishing you.

“Hands up,” he said, with little energy left in his voice.

You did as told, but you couldn’t help the little pout setting on your face. The rope was hard and Remus wasn’t being very soft in his usage of it, making sure you couldn’t get out of the ties. When your arms were perfectly secured, he did the same to your feet, making sure you couldn’t move much at all.

“Now, daddy has work to do, but if I understood correctly, you need someone to touch your little cunny?” He asked, faux concern all over his face.

You nodded, happy that he was so understanding.

“Hm, yes, I guess this will work then,” he said, reaching for your strongest wand vibrator, turning it to the max setting and placing it between your legs. “There you go, love, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? Now daddy can go back to his work.”

You whined, this was unfair. He was going to leave you all alone on your bed, not caring about how overstimulated your little pussy would get.

“Daddy, no, you can’t do this to me… please, please stay, ‘s so unfair, I didn’t even do anything, please daddy...” Your voice was desperate.

Remus stopped, just as he was about to walk out the door, turned his body toward you and spoke.

“I don’t need a reason. I can do whatever I want to you.”

Then, he turned, left the room and closed the door.

The first few minutes you were loud, crying out for him, begging him to come back. Then your first orgasm came, and you were loud again, but in a different way. The head of the vibrator sent shocks up and down your body, made your empty hole squeeze around nothing, you missed Remus’ cock so badly. Your second orgasm came shortly after, it wasn’t quite as intense, but your body shook through the waves.

Your energy wasn’t as high for your third and fourth orgasms, your sounds were lower, though your body still shook and spasmed. Sweat was running down your body and you felt the large pool of your own cum beneath your ass and back.

After you came the fifth time, you started losing your hold on reality. All you knew was that you missed your daddy, and that you wanted the relentless, now hurting, vibrations to end – or at least calm down. They didn’t. Tears were running down your cheeks, or maybe spit, likely both.

You had lost both count and touch with reality when the bedroom door was finally opened again.

“Da-addy, ple-ease, he-elp, me-ee,” your voice was ruined, shaky from crying and weak from screaming.

Remus walked to the bed and lowered the vibrator, but he didn’t turn it off completely.

“Daddy isn’t quite done with work yet, and you’re disturbing him with your loud noises,” he chided, making you cry out louder than ever before.

“No, daddy, you can’t leave me, please daddy, ‘m so sorry, please don’t leave…” you were babbling, arching your back this way and that – trying anything to make him stay.

Reaching to wipe the tears from your face, he smiled, meanly.

“Beg for it like the slut you are.”In the end, he did let you out of your ties and agreed to take the vibrator away, but only after he’d come down your throat, pulling yet another orgasm from you.

#mywriting #fanfic #amathelia writes #marauders era #smut #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #mean bf!remus #dom!rem

[lillylvjy]

Be my (be my baby)

notes; hey! So this is long over due- was supposed to be part of Halloween but never got to it. Also this fic is a bit fucked up but, recently I’ve been doing research over horror movies and how they’re created and written. I’ve also done some analyzation over serial killers and criminals in college so I used all my knowledge to write this and- I hope you like it! And I know there is some plot holes and details missed, if people like this I’ll do another fic like this, it was super fun to write and yeah! Yes this is very inspired by Carrie and scream. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!!! If it’s not for you, don’t read it.

warnings; DEAD DOVE: do not eat!, murder, massacre?, blood, bleeding out, choking on blood, insanity, feeling good about killing someone, Simpbur low key manipulates reader a bit, someone tied up, reader stabs someone but doesn’t kill anyone, simp kills a shit ton of people, simp and you go insane at the end ngl, kissing, cheating?, bets, trying to sleep with someone, suggestive, and if I missed anything please tell me! This fic is already fucked up as it is so please tell me!

ALSO!!! I suggest 16+ for this! But I don’t control what you guys read so read with caution. And please for god sake, READ THE WARNINGS!

wc; 2.5k

who; Simpbur x reader

edited: yes. (As much as I could)

It all happened in a blur. One second you were laughing and dancing, and the next you were screaming and crying as random people started dropping to the floor, blood slowly seeping out of them.

Soon random people became almost the whole student body that attended. People scurrying to get out, none made it, the doors were locked.

Quickly running to the next close exit, you tried to push it open. And again. And one more time.

Locked.

You quickly looked around to see more people on the floor, gasping for air as the blood painted the gym floor, walls, bleachers. Looking across the gym from you, another exit, leading to the hallways. You quickly took off your shoes and ran like hell.

‘Why didn’t they come after you yet? What was this for?!’ Your mind screamed over the loud music still playing on the speakers. Of course the dance had to be Oldies but Goodies themed, with various fifty and sixty love and dance songs playing.

Running at the door with full impact, taking notice that you were the only one left really alive, busting the door open and looking both ways, one leading to the cafeteria and one leading to the back of the school. You took your chances.

You took a right to the back of the school, thinking it’d be an easier way out and hiding from whoever the fuck was doing this. As you ran, the music transferred to the speakers all over the school.

Be my baby by The Ronettes blasted as you heard an ear piercing scream be cut short by gasping and gurgling a couple feet away. Halting your run, panting but being as silent as you can, you slowly turn around and see a girl lying limp on the ground, blood pooling all around her as she stared blankly at the ceiling , life seeping out of her every second.

You placed a hand over your mouth to hold back sobs as you lean down and closed her eyelids, not wanting to look into the plain eyes anymore. The music felt like it got louder as your head pounded at everything going on. Where were the teachers? Where was all the trusted adults you were supposed to have? Or did they-

No. You needed to stop thinking and start running and finding an exit. Quickly getting up you, turned around and started jogging before turning right again and running into something, or someone.

You screamed as you hide yourself, getting ready for the sharp impact of a knife or something.

“Y/n? Oh my god-“ you heard the person say and arms engulf you into a hug. You quickly opened your eyes and pushed the person away so you could see them.

Wilbur.

Pulling him back into you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his neck, wanting to hide from whatever the fuck was happening.

Wil has been your best friend since you were babies, both of your moms being best friends as well and wanting to have you both grow up with each other. That worked out as to see you both were inseparable since day 1, him being a couple months older than you. Now you didn’t know whether this would be your last time holding him or not.

“Wil, what’s happening?” You asked the tall man in front of you as he cupped your face.

“I don’t know but we better start going if we want to get out alive, I have a place we can go and hide, trust me?” Wil held his hand out for you to take as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Always.” You placed your hand in his as he nodded and started to run with you, side by side, desperately trying to get out of any situation that’d lead to be face to face with the person doing this.

As you ran, you saw each teacher attending the dance in their classroom, lying limp on their desk or sitting in their desk chairs with blood soaking their clothes and eyes still open. A shiver tan down your spine as you placed a hand over your mouth, holding back a sob.

Wilbur took a quick left turn up the stairs and dragged you to the last classroom in the hallway. The science lab.

As he turned and got into the classroom, he quickly stopped. You followed in shortly looking at him questionably.

“Wil what- oh my god, Luke!” You quickly rushed over once you saw him in the chair, a rag towel in his mouth and rope binding him to the chair. Luke was the guy you were going out with as to recent and the lead quarterback of the football team. Nothing romantic yet just some dates here and there to get to know each other more. He was your date to homecoming that you thought ditched you for some cheerleader but apparently he’d been kidnapped by god knows who.

You quickly pulled the towel out of his mouth and cupped his cheek as he slowly came too. “Luke? Luke, hey can you hear me? Wil I need help! Luke who did this to you?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes and looked relieved to see you.

“I don’t know, I think I blacked out.” He said, his voice hoarse and gone. You quickly sighed as you examined the ties in the rope.

“Ok, Wil can I please get som- Wil?” Your voice lowered as you saw Wil looking at the two of you, eyes full of dread, anger and revenge. You quickly stood up as you slowly walked towards him but stopped once he slowly started laughing and a smile appeared on his once blank face.

Wilbur reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a knife, one that was still ridden with blood. He looked at it before point it at you. “You know, this all happened because of you darling. You did this. You decided to ignore all my affections and admirations for this prick who doesn’t even care about you! I care! Not him! I did this for you.” Wil got close enough to you that you could feel his breath against your face. He brought the knife closer to your face and gently ran it down your cheek one as you stood there stone faced. “And you’re going to finish it, isn’t that right darling?”

Your cold, unfazed face quickly turned into one of excitement and joy as a smile adorned your face and you bit your bottom lip to contain it. You quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your level and pushed your lips onto his, not minding the gasp they both heard from the unwanted guest.

You quickly reached into Wil’s jacket and pulled out the extra knife you placed in there earlier that night as you tugged him closer to you, one arm around your waist and one hand around your neck.

Wil pushed you away slightly. “Hmm not now, we still have business to take care of love.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to do this in front of him? Make him suffer even more?” You asked the man in front of you as you fixed his tie. Wilbur smirked as he looked down at you, amused at your sudden demeanor change. He loved it.

“Yes I did, but let’s do it after we deal with this fucking cunt.” Wil whispered in your ear as he pecked your neck and turned you around. “Now darling, what do we do with people who think they can just come in here and expect us to just forget all the shit they’ve put us through with their charm?” Wil asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.

You pretended to think as you brought the knife up to your lips and tapped lightly. “Um… oh! You make their life a living hell.”

“Exactly, good job darling! So, wanna do the honors?” Wil asked as he placed his hands on your hips and stepped away from you.

“Can I say something to him quickly?” You asked your partner as he hummed, agreeing with what you wanted. He let go of your waist as you started walking forward.

“Don’t you dare come near me.” Luke hissed out as you walked up to him. You smiled at him as you meant down, face to face with him as you tapped his cheek with the blunt side of the knife.

“Oh but I thought you wanted me near you all the time? That’s why you started going on dates with me yeah?” Luke looked away from your eyes as you brought the knife to his forehead and moves pieces of his hair back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I heard what you did. Made a little bet with your friends to see if you could get in my pants? Think I’m worth it now? After everything you did to me and called me? Think I would just accept something like that from you so quickly?!” You started to tear up as thoughts ran through your head. Frustration and sadness ran through your whole body. He didn’t understand that what he did still had an effect on you. It will always have an effect on you. He humiliated you throughout he school years and thinks he can just come in here and get some? Hell no.

Wil came up with this plan after you came to him crying about the whole situation. You knew the second he asked you out something was up, and your suspicions were right when you over heard the stupid cheerleaders making a fuzz about it in the back of class. Making fun of how small you were and how you were “easier”.

Wil was just as, maybe even more, angry than you were. That was when Wil told you he liked you and begged you not to say yes. You weren’t going to in the first place and after all that happened, you definitely weren’t. After that Wil came up with the idea for you to go out with him, play with him and drag it out as much as you could. Wil didn’t like hearing you shared a kiss with the bastard once or twice on the dates, but he let it slide when he saw you after and rid of the scent of his nasty cologne and disgusting kiss on your lips.

But after Wil over heard Luke in class with his gang of idiot, taking in the information, he was fuming. Texting you immediately after, telling you to meet him at his car immediately. He told you all of it. Luke’s plan to finally get some and leave you after. It disgusted him knowing that he wanted to do that to you. His darling. He told you to avoid all forms of contact at all cost, not to let him to close but close enough not to be suspicious.

The plan was working. Get him to tired so he leaves you alone. But Wil wanted more, something else.

Revenge. For all of it. So he sat you down and told you the plan he had, and to say that you were terrified at first was an understatement. You were scared of Wilbur. But after you continued hearing things and going on dates and hearing all the stupid lies coming out of his mouth, you started to understand the plan. The reason behind it. So after Luke asked you to go with him to homecoming, you immediately went to Wil after a couple days of no contact or conversation and told him you were in. And to say that he was happy was an understatement. He was ecstatic. He had his partner in crime back.

Which leads you here, in this moment on the verge of seeing red and snapping this mans neck.

“You ruined my years in school since I was a kid because you convinced everyone that I should be a loner and i deserved it, since my dad never loved me and my moms a drunk. I was the weird kid yeah? Remember those words? I do. They’re engraved in my fucking mind because of you!” You screamed in his face as he flinch back. You quickly stood up and looked down at him with a flat expression. “And I believed it. Until I met Wil. He actually cared enough to get to know me. He cared enough to be my friend. And that’s more than I could ask for. But you, you can’t get enough of seeing me suffer yeah? Seeing me crumple into a little ball and ruining my life. Well buddy boy-“ you lightly pat his face as Wilbur comes behind you and smiles at the boy. “That’s exactly what we’re going to be doing to you but in a more… painful way.”

You finished off as you plunged your knife into his stomach, feeling a rush adrenaline run through you. You didn’t want to do this, but he deserved it, for all the pain he put you through. And you guys already did enough damages so why not a little more.

You took the knife out as you heard him gasp and hiss in pain and uncomfortable.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Luke said as curled in on himself, trying to stop the pain at any cost.

Wil scoffed as he pulled the man’s head back by his hair and leant down close to him. “Go to hell.” He hissed in his face as he shoved the knife into the blondes chest and stepped back as he yelled and the gasping started.

The scene wasn’t pretty. The boy had blood running out of his mouth and down his tux, not that it wasn’t already ruined by the wounds he sported. Yet the adrenaline kept rushing through you like a wave that never stopped. It almost brought you joy to see him like this . To see him slowly dying as all the tension and heartache from the past years slowly drain out of you.

You didn’t know you were crying until Wil cupped your face and cooed at you, wiping your tears away as he put your head in his chest, running his hands through your hair.

“We did the right thing love. These people were not kind to us. They deserved it. You’ll realize that soon, I promise. But now we have to leave, ok? We can get food and crash at my house and talk about this all. Ok? Trust me?” Wil told you as the music over the speakers continued but you weren’t focused on them. Only on the man in front of you and what he was saying. You trusted him with your whole life and if you had to do whatever he said, you would. Always.

You took his hands and pulled him out of the room, making sure everything that you guys brought and used was in hand. “Always. Now where are we eating?”

Wil smiled as tightened his grip on your hand and walked in line with you. “What about burgers?”

“Yeah, I could go for a burger.” You said with a smile on your face.

A smile that had nothing but pure joy and insanity as you tucked the knife away in Wil’s coat.

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#lilly writes #wilbur soot x reader #simpbur #simpbur x reader #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #dead dove do not eat #dark fic #please read warnings!!!!! #wilbur x reader

[nereidprinc3ss]

BESTIE. I was just casually thinking about your whole dybmn series and now I’m wondering, as both reader and Spencer become more confident with their spicy dynamics, what kind of lover would Spencer become with her? New k!nks, maybe?, I JUST genuinely think that Spencer is so whipped for her that he would definitely use toys and anything else, not only to experiment but to get to know and find out about all of her secret facets.

I believe she would be his “creation” like he would be so proud to see her development in her confidence in spicy times like smirking all over as she does anything to please him and he’d be like “yeah, I created that” because I’M BITING MY PILLOW RIGHT NOW and gonna dig up a hole after this to hide myself because my thoughts are so hideous. Girlie, what did you do to me? I wasn’t like this. 😩

oh let’s discuss

18+ long ass rambling and things i think about A Lot ……..

in my opinion (which is not the end all be all everyone can perceive them however they’d like) reader and spencer definitely bring out more sexually adventurous sides of each other like they just have a shit ton of chemistry and for a while ithink spencer would just be easing reader into sexuality so nothing that crazy would happen aside from the power dynamics we see pretty much from the start. i think those would definitely get stronger and occasionally more variable. im not usually into sub!spence but i think there would be times he would definitely allow reader to have more control (i don’t ever think he’d be like calling them mommy lmfao) but aside from that i could also see him veering VERY rarely in a slightly harder!dom direction. like he’ll never hurt or seriously degrade you but in p3 reader says something about liking it when he acts like they belong to him and he was really into that. as the relationship progresses i think he would almost start taking more ownership of r’s body in a way, like obviously nothing is ever nonconsensual but he just knows you so well that it’s like… well he knows you better than you know yourself sooo you let him call the shots, but at his core i think spencer is forever oriented to please. he just wants to make you feel good, that’s always gonna be his goal, so he’s always going to listen and even if the power dynamic is weighed in his favor you are actually always the one in control bc he’d do anything for u lol

in terms of kinks…. idk, i never really see spencer as a super kinky guy? like he just knows too much about paraphilia and obviously sexual violence ties into a lot of his job so i sincerely doubt he’d find giving or receiving pain arousing beyond like slapping your ass or you scratching his back or whatever. love is always at the heart of sex for him and that’s going to be the most important part, he’ll never be able to see you just as a body. he’ll always see you as the person he’s in love with and there are things he’s simply not willing to do to the person he loves.

because of his trauma he’s super duper hesitant about bondage BUT i think he wouldn’t be completely opposed to very light restraints on you or him, he’d just have to be in a specific mood. i also never see him as being someone who’s super into toys because he’s such a luddite, he can barely stand having an email i doubt he’s going to have an extensive collection of sex toys. but he would so use your vibrator on you or make you use it on yourself in front of him again if he’s in a very specific mood

oh but YES he DELIGHTS in having defiled and corrupted you. idc idc im not accepting criticism on this. like he spoils you so much that you’re used to getting him whenever you want and so you’re not very subtle about it. if you get all needy in public and start draping yourself all over him and giving him looks and pulling on his sleeve because you want to go home he’ll fuck you in rossi’s bathroom because he wants to encourage your lewd behavior.

obviously he has boundaries tho and he has respect for you and the people around him like he won’t do anything that draws attention and he’ll only ever do things he knows he can get away with without anyone else noticing

later seasons spence also LOVES when you leave marks on him he thinks it’s cute how you mark your territory and he’s not at all embarrassed if there is a hickey above his collar at work. in his mind it’s like. why would he care about other peoples opinions on his sex life when they have nothing to do with it god i think about this all the time

anyway im sorry if this was disappointing😭 idkidk, thank you for asking about my thoughts tho bc i am always down for headcanons

#ramblings #asks #headcanons

[l1tw1ck]

Cyno's "Responsibility"

Bottom!FTM Cyno x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event Request] | AFAB Language Used

considering cuck tighnari

CW: Non-Con to Con, Somnophilia, Victim Blaming, Choking, Cheating, Objectification, Creampie

📝 W.C 922

You walk into Cyno's office, upset about the fact that you work overtime more than anyone else and about to put in your two weeks, only to find him fast asleep on his desk. He's drooling on whatever papers he was working on and mumbling a familiar name.

He looks so easy to take. You desperately need some release, and with the way you've been working all week you deserve it. It's not really your fault, it's his for giving you so much work to do.

You walk over to him and move his body onto the desk to have him bent over, moving the chair aside so you can stand behind him. You slowly slip off the clothes on his lower body, revealing his wet pussy to the cool air of his office. You briefly wonder what he's dreaming about, or who.

You don't bother getting him ready as you're venting your frustration out on him anyway, he deserves some pain. You take out your hard length and push yourself inside him.

“Ti- Tighnari..” Cyno grimaces in his sleep. You hold back a laugh, he must be dating that forest watcher. That makes this even better.

You slam into him, not caring if he wakes up. He feels too good to not move anyway. You run your hand along his back before spanking his plump ass. Cyno lets out a loud moan, gasping before calming down and staying asleep. You wonder how the General Mahamatra can sleep so deeply with a job like that, does he even know how vulnerable he is right now? You wonder how many times this has happened to him, if any. You hope you're the first, his reaction would be perfect.

“Hu..hurts…slow..” He mumbles.

You go faster in spite of him, grabbing his hair and pulling him back. He breaks out into loud moans and finally wakes up.

He can't even make a proper sentence, all he can do is grip the table and moan like a bitch. “Ah~!” “Uh~~!” and “Ooh~!” are three of the few sounds that leave his lips. You can make out some "slow down"s and a "wait" but they're overshadowed by his moans.

You fuck him so hard that anyone from outside could hear how much of a whore he is. He's crying but they're not tears of pain, that you know for sure.

“Fucking whore, do you even want me to stop? Do you like my cock that much?” You spank him. “Do you even care about Tighnari, General?”

Cyno finally realizes it's not Tighnari inside him, he was too sleepy to process that you're much bigger than he is. He feels too good to deny you so he shakes his head.

You chuckle. “You’re a slut, you know that? A cheating cock slut.”

Cyno rolls his eyes back, legs shaking as he comes. He’s completely out of his mind.

You turn him over and he finally gets to see you, the person who's making him feel so good, his subordinate. “You like being called that? A dumb good for nothing slut?”

He gives you a loopy smile, choking out giggles when your hand grips his neck. He's still in a dream world.

“What would Tighnari do if I came inside? If you turned out pregnant?” Your other hand plays with his bottom growth. “If he found out you were whoring yourself out to your subordinate?”

Cyno doesn't respond, too preoccupied with his own pleasure to even consider what you said. He does respond to you coming inside him though, happy babbles leave his mouth as he feels your hot spend flooding his insides. You haven't had much time for yourself thanks to him, so you let out a lot while still retaining a lot of stamina. Meaning you can keep fucking him despite having come already.

“Gonna turn you into my little cumdump, baby.” You lick your lips.

“Ye- yes~!” Drool dribbles down his chin.

“You want that? You wanna be used as a fucking cocksleeve, Cyno? Just a hole to stuff my cum inside?”

Cyno only grins wider.

You scoff. “How are you so easy?” You slap his tiny dick. “How many guys have fucked you like this?”

Cyno doesn't respond, feeling himself getting close again.

“Answer me, slut.” You spit on his face, landing another slap to his dick.

“O- one- Nari~!” He answers, voice increasing in pitch. So zero, you note. Tighnari doesn't count since he's his boyfriend. “Gon- uh~ uh~!” He squirts on your cock.

“Gods, what a slut.” You shake your head and let go of his neck. “I kind of feel bad for Tighnari. Kind of.”

Cyno brings his hands to his nipples, pulling and twisting them around with his eyes glossed over.

You smirk. “What do you love more, Cyno? Tighnari or my cock?”

“Yo- your cock~! I wuv yo- your cock~!”

“Wuv?” You laugh. “Poor Tighnari, he has no idea his boyfriend is at work getting his little pussy destroyed and acting like a stupid, braindead slut.”

You fuck Cyno in multiple positions, sticking to your word and using him as a cum dump. You come inside multiple times, so many that his stomach is slightly bigger than normal.

After almost two hours of fucking, you finally pull out and force him onto his knees, cum dripping onto the floor.

“Clean it.”

Cyno quickly does as you say, sucking your length clean.

You make yourself look presentable and leave the room. “Maybe we can have fun again tomorrow.”

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #wicks🕯️events #top male reader #genshin impact x male reader #male reader smut #male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #cyno x male reader #cyno x reader #cyno smut #sub cyno #dom male reader #🕯️cyno #🕯️genshin

[camillescreations]

EDIT: I've edited some points because I've watched the trailer more and understand things a bit better! So reread if you want!

So loved the trailer but I don't really feel like doing an in-depth analysis like I did for the teaser, so I'll just point out some things that I thought were interesting!

1. Stede is adorable and looks great in his outfits, I love his "I didn't dump him," and "we're on a break." I also love how it seems like people around Stede are teasing him about his rocky relationship. And on that note I'm SO EXCITED to see how Stede tells the crew (or maybe just Olu?) about what happened on the beach!

2. Ed is equally adorable and I love the hint that he'll be a total bitch to Stede for a while lol

3. Izzy is missing half his left leg! Huh. I know people speculated it but it's cool to have confirmation! The missing toe must have gotten infected. I wonder if that will play a part in Izzy realizing he made a mistake in bringing Blackbeard back.

4. Stede saying he's been a failure his whole life really hurts my heart

5. There's a scene of Stede in his Chinese garb looking horrified at what the Revenge looks like. This must be after the storm damaged it. Poor guy

6. Izzy and Stede training together! Love to see it. I'm excited to maybe have a reason to like Izzy more and see Stede become better at... well a lot of things lol

7. STEDE EARRING STEDE EARRING I wonder who pierces his ear, I hope they show it haha

8. Ed standing on the rocks with what people have speculated to be Hornigold, or his ghost, I wonder what the context of that scene is

9. There's the bunny from the poster! (Note Ed says "new best friend," hinting Stede isn't his bestie anymore aw). I wonder if this is from Ed's island days or maybe when he's trying to figure himself out again (aka the trying something new scene?)

10. What kind of wound does stede have on his shoulder when he's tied to the mast? Doesn't seem to be a stab wound, it's more of a hole. Bullet perhaps? Hot cigar burnt into his skin?

11. Seems like the "torture" scene may be comical after all? It looks like Jim is smiling?

12. In the scene where they're on the "torture" boat, seems like before the "torture" happens, Stede is smiling! Good to see him happy for a moment, since pretty much every other scene he hasn't smiled lol

13. Who is this weird-nosed character? Is he the villain of the season? Seems like he's leading the Navy officers, so probably.

14. WEE JOHN LOOKS SO GOOD IN DRAG OMG WHAT A QUEEN

15. Jim and Olu are together again awwww

16. Why is Stede running along the shore? Is he running to someone? Ed perhaps?

17. Yeah that headbutt from Ed was definitely on purpose 😂 But we love to see bedside vigil worried Stede! Is this where they officially reunite?

18. LOOK AT SWEDE THERE HE ISSS BABYGIRLL (so is he one of Jackie's husband's now?? I'm excited to see the story of how he ended up working at Jackie's lol) Also his little "are you poor now?" is so funny

19. I love how Ed sputters after taking a puff of the joint or cigar or whatever it is, shows that he's not used to it lol

20. The Ed crying scene probably happens around the same time that the painted cake topper scene does, since we see the bride topper in the right corner. Also I really want Stede to find the cake toppers (or at least Ed's if Ed throws the groom overboard)

21. When Ed says "no more booze, no more drugs, and no more" the "Stede" at the end is clearly not from that same line. So I wonder what he actually says at the end?

22. What are Stede and crew escaping from during the crossbow scene? I've watched the trailer again and I think they're firing the crossbow for the zip line rope! And they're escaping from a ship to the Revenge. I hope Stede gets to shoot the crossbow!

23. The "you two know each other?" scene must come around the same time that Stede reunites with Ed after Ed is hurt, since Ed has the same split lip. Or maybe the headbutt scene comes after that? I'm not sure. I would bet that the headbutt scene is first.

24. Why are Jim and Olu and that other person warding off vampires lol

25. We finally see a glimpse of Lucius!! In the scene where he and Frenchie are under a log. He has a beard now! We definitely know it's him becouse of the wooden finger. Yay the boy is back! Can't wait to see how he survived and the Lucius x Black Pete reunion!!

Anyways that's all, I'm even more excited for the new season now and I hope we get a clip or two or more photos! But we only have 3 weeks left guys hang in there!!!

#ofmd #our flag means death #edward teach #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death season 2 #stede bonnet #stede x ed #analysis

[gx-gameon]

Episode 27

Syrus finding out Professor Banner is up to some shady things.

I’m sorry the runes that have a tomb in them? Where shadow games used to happen? Seto Kaiba I have some questions for you about your school.

I love how well Jaden knows his friends. Alexis tells him that these runes are where the shadow games took place and his first thought is sweet we can find clues about your brother!

“You get pizza and we get… whatever it is I’m holding!” Curse you dub writers!! That is Onigiri and it’s delicious. I won’t forgive this blasphemy.

Backpack Pharaoh!!! And so it begins

Not Pharaoh starting everything because he pawed at an ancient object. The most realistic thing here is a cat causing problems on purpose.

Jaden please listen to winged Kuriboh when he tells you to run

Jaden what do you mean you’ll lead the storm away?? Take cover. As much as I blame his friends in later seasons for making Jaden solve their problems he really does have a hero complex. The boy needs to learn to value himself.

Really duel spirit Winged Kuriboh!! I forgot we got this so early on. Jaden is so excited about being able to touch Winged Kuriboh.

The grave keepers??? Oh that has to be weird for AU Jaden who knows the tomb keepers.

Offta all of his friends are in coffins and he has 5 spears pointed at his throat.

“If it’s for my friends Tehran there is no doubt I’ll win.” “Buried alive? Then who will save my friends?” Jaden I love his selfless you are but please worry about yourself to.

“Good luck Jaden we are all rooting for you very very much” - banner. “Jaden!” - Syrus. “Come one Jaden save us.” - Chumley. While they are all tied up doing nothing. And so it begins. Jaden the savior. We shall sit back and not try to save ourselves and how Jaden wins a card game for our lives.

I do love Jaden mentally communicating with Winged Kuriboh.

Jaden why didn’t you attack? He only has a face down monster card on the field. Like you could have taken one monster out and then you wouldn’t have been attacked twice in the next turn. It would have only been once and bubble man would have blocked most of the damage.

Especially since this duel is real!

Au Jaden knows that this is so dangerous. He’s in the spirit world dueling with real damage with all his friends lives in the line

Way to give up on your student professor banner.

Episode 28

“Hey winged kuriboh you always have my back!” “He’s not a weakling he’s my very best friend.” Love the Kuriboh love

“I summon myself” ah our first duel against a duel spirit. It’s so wild how the person you’re fueling can just run over and attack you.

“Behold the power of the shadow game” Jaden falls to his knees “shadow games”

What a crazy moment for Au Jaden who grew up hearing of but never seeing or playing a shadow game. (Well he did earlier this season but still it’s a shock to the system every time.) He has to be freaking out. He knows how dangerous this is.

“You should have attacked faster.” I love that this implies that the monsters have control over how quickly the attacks land. (Which is the point she’s alive and doesn’t want Jaden to die.) but it’s funny hearing someone blame their monster. Plus Jaden’s “it’s not her fault you messed up!” Yes Jaden call him out

Jaden just got impaled and attacked by magic. He’s physically suffering. And he’s laughing. You maniac. He’s having a fun duel.

Way to find a loop hole Jaden. He can’t access card effects targeting the graveyard but not the monster effects of cards in the graveyard it’s also a great debut for Necroshade.

And to use the effect to get bladeedge out for the win.

The Chief is hurt after the match and Jaden was instantly concerned for him. Love Jaden complimenting all of them. I had a great time, you guys are great can I duel you again without my friends in a coffin?

Love Jaden getting half of a medallion and the foreshadowing of Atticus. (If only he won an on screen duel)

Not banner accidentally saying this was a test and no one buying his excuses.

Why does this school have so many entrances too the shadow games and spirit world? Seto I have some questions for you and so does Jaden. Like he’s feeling like a hero but also what is going on at this school?

Nlove Gravekeeper’s assailant protecting Jaden.

Syrus you weenie. You see a pretty girl that knows Jaden and “aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend.” Jaden - “get your own friends.” Thank you Jay. Syrus even had the nervous hand ringing going on.

I love that she has a crush on Atticus and Jaden recognizes it.

Winged Kuriboh leads the way to saftey. They can all see it. How does

Love that Jaden won’t leave Chunly behind!

Oh my goodness I forgot Des Koala spirit showed up. And to carry and injured Cumley to freedom!!! (Also Chumley yelling “I love running” as he’s being carried is such a real thing)

Question Alexis and Syrus just saw all these real duel spirits. They saw how they helped them. Why in later episode do they act like Jaden’s crazy for talking to his spirits? Specifically Syrus?

Yes the wake up outside of the ruins. But come on you know it wasn’t a dream, Jaden has the amulet.

Also I love the detail of Winged Kuriboh and Des Koala’s cards being out and next to their masters since their spirits were with them in the spirit world.

Episode 29

The shadow riders are here! It’s time for Nightshroud!

Love the reveal that he has the second half of the pendant right away.

Not Chazz roasting Jaden for being called to the principals office only to be called in as well.

And Crowler taking every opportunity to mock Jaden. And Jane turning it right back on Chazz!

Also why are the ‘best duelist’ at the school made up of 2 teachers (are there no other teachers, there should be more teachers) 1 senior and 4 freshman. Like at the 3rd and 2nd year classes just full of duds??

Jaden just found out about the Sacred Beast cards

“Our 7 best duelist!! Well really 5 best but I need 7.” Said directly to the Teachers!!!

Of course Jaden the first to grab one. (Followed by Zane, Bastion, Alexis, Chazz, a bragging Crowler, and Banner)

Love Alexis think Jaden is going to be a target because he’s a Slifer (she’s right)

Nightshroud does have a sick entrance, and a duel in a volcano

Of course Syrus and Chumley are bait again. At least Chumley offered to help.

Jaden- “it’s not my first shadow duel! I just hope this one doesn’t hurt”

Au Jaden is really debating calling in the professionals how freaked out do you think Au Jaden is by frighting Red eyes black dragon in a shadow duel? Like that is Uncle Joey’s card. It has always protected Jaden. He’s never been scared of Red Eyes until this moment.

But he’s also fueled against it a hundred times. So he knows what works and what doesn’t.

Except this guys has a deck built around Red Eyes. And he’s able to get over Jaden’s monster with a spell card to attack him directly. Jaden can feel the full power of Red eyes and it hurts. By the time the episode ends Jaden is struggling to stand and panting for breath. He’s really hurt

Also he’s what 14/15 and dueling for his friends lives and the world. No wonder he has anxiety by season 3

Also Alexis how have you not recognized those cards yet?

Episode 30

Okay Jaden finally gets a monster with equal points as Red eyes, takes it out and goes for direct damage with Burstintrix.

Jaden asking him why he’s not acting like he’s hurt is honestly funny.

Way to get extra cards in your hands Jaden.

Jaden refusing to lose even though he’s been hit again and is almost brought to his knees.

He gets a good hit in and finally get his moment to flinch in pain.

He’s got so many Red eyes cards.

4,500 is crazy in early Yugioh. Plus Red eyes eternally dark fire has such a sick design.

Everyone else recognizing something is wrong except Crowler is amazing.

Jaden just took two heavy hits and collapsed. Love Alexis offer to take over the duel and he gets her soul if she wins or loses. I love the attitude. But maybe actually do it rather than continue standing to the side while Jaden gets back up and keeps going.

Great win Jaden.

But home boy just passed out from damage.

Atticus is back!!

I was thinking about giving Alexis or Zane this duel but the trauma of Jaden having to stare down Red Eyes and fight for his life.

Also Joey’s reaction to Jaden telling them about how he fought a red eyes deck that tried to kill him. Maybe he missed his check in call because of the damage caused. When he finally does call home they can instantly tell he’s hurt and they are all freaking out. More shadow games?? What is this the fourth one?

Maybe Jaden’s been keeping them a secret until now as they were one off events but now he can’t hide them any more.

Or maybe he has told them but said he could handle it as they were one off events. Not they are definitely not. There are seven duelist coming for Jaden and his friends’s souls.

And how does Joey handle one of his favorite cars being responsible for the banged up condition Jaden is in.

Episode 31

Camula stop spying on peoples cards and why are you stalking the 17 year old.

Why are both teachers cowards?

I love seeing Crowler in action as a good guy.

Crowler how did you just figure out that the fuel was real.

“I won’t let you let you lay a finger on MY students. I am the leading professor at the most prestigious duel academy in the world and if you want to get to my pupils you’re going back o have to go through yours truely.” Yes!!! This is the Crowler I want barely able to stand and protecting his students until the end.

“If you want help with your strategy feel free to drop by my class.” We love the confidence.

I love that he’s getting his bit kicked and the kids want to step in but Crowler keeps telling them to stay out. He’s protecting them.

And when everyone else is doubting him Jaden arrives (being supported by Syrus). And he embodies Aunt Téa as he tells him he can win this. That he can come back and get his game on.

I believe this is the moment that Crowler starts to respect Jaden

Not Camula admitting to spying on everyone.

Crowler using his last moments to encourage his student. And then when he loses “avenge me Jaden my boy.” Like Zane right there but he doesn’t ask him because Crowler knows deep down who’s going to win this.

Oh doll crowler is way creepier than I remember. And Jaden becoming furious when she tries it to the browned only to be held back by Zane. Because he knows Jaden is still really hurt form dueling Atticus

What a great episode.

Episode 32

I love that Jaden is still healing, and Chazz holding the Crowler doll.

Chazz stepping up to duel in Jaden’s place because Jaden is still hurt.

Zane leaving to handle the problem. When Syrus chases after him he gives his little brother such a fond look. I like that you can tell just how much Zane cares for his brother even if he’s bad at showing it.

Chazz not only has the crowler doll with him but his obelisk uniform hung up ready to reclaim his place. You sentimental boy

Love Ojama yellow figuring out Crowler is alive in the doll

Chumley carrying Jaden!!! I love this boy

Zane just rushed his duel. And Syrus caught it. Amazing growth. But Zane didn’t misplay he had a back up planned. What a great way to show Syrus’s growth while also uplifting Zane’s duelist skills.

She’s going to sacrifice Syrus’s soul if she loses. I love how distraught Zane is about it. He could absolutely win but he won’t because his brother is more important to him than the world. What a Kaiba move of you Zane.

Syrus “Sacrifice me it’s okay?” Like I hate how little you think of yourself?

And after that impassioned bleach Zane tells him he loves him and stands down.

Doll Zane!!

Can I have season 1 Syrus in season 3??? Like give him some more confidence.

They also animated the kid having a panic attack that’s wild.

Jaden swearing to beat her when he can’t even stand.

Okay I get he’s determined to duel but like Chazz, Alexis, and Bastian are all in way better shape than he is. Why is he the one dueling? Like I get Zane was the best but pull your weight guys.

Episode 33

Um Seto you need to check in on your school. The head master is talking to the head to the shadow riders

I love Atticus waking up just enough to give Alexis an idea

Syrus and Chumley trying to make Banner carry his weight. (He is the only remaining adult) and Chazz and Bastion ready to roll.

Alexis what do you mean you brought the ‘Calvary’ that’s just Jaden and he should be resting!! I get that Jaden is the ‘only one with a shadow charm’ but please he’s on shaky legs.

Jaden starts out strong but Camila is already trying to sacrifice everyone. If that dumb shadow charm hadn’t kicked in they would all be dead.

Offta Jaden just had tempest turned against him. But he got it back pretty fast.

Chazz why is your professor in your pocket???

Jaden did you forget that she admitted to spying on y’all with her bats already?

Jaden you are barely hanging on. The Chazz even says it. “How did we let him do this?”

We just got some crazy vampire lore for the world of Yugioh!!! What?? I forgot all about this. She’s the last vampire in the world?? This is crazy.

Did she just accuse Jaden of Chesting because she didn’t see his card when she was cheating?

Also Jaden I love you. “I didn’t even sneak it in. I just figured since you were all about the shadows I should bring something light.”

She just got dusted!!!

Zane’s back and Crowler. He just appeared out of Chazz’s project.

Au Jaden has to be going through it. Because at first he had to make a decision. To call dad or to not call dad. He has told them about the one off duel with Jinzo (the first shadow game against a duel spirit) and the duel with Titan (the guy with a fake Millennium puzzle, it started as a fake shadow game but then became real)

And his family has been so worried each time he brought one up. That fake Millennium Puzzle really ticked them all off. He knows how worried they are.

And then he goes to another dimension and duels the tomb keepers and isn’t that weird, and earns his own half of a shadow charm. Does he call Yugi? This is his third Shadow game and this time it took him to a different realm. But his dad and his friends have already fought for the world. They don’t need to do it again. It’s Jaden’s turn to protect them.

On the next call with Yugi he doesnt tell him about the shadow game and the tomb keepers. Yugi notices the new necklace but Jaden just tells him he won it in a duel.

Later when Nightshroud and duels Jaden the duel is much the same. Jaden passes out from pain and exhaustion and sleeps for a few days.

In those few days he misses a call with Yugi. Yugi is trying not to panic. Jaden hasn’t missed a call yet but he can be forgetful. Maybe he got caught up in a duel and forgot to call. But as the days stretch on Yugi gets more and more worried. He doesn’t want to over react and go to the school, but it’s not like Jaden to ignore his messages. Seto looks up the attendance record. Jaden hasn’t been going to class, but he’s listed as clinic. Why is Jaden staying in the clinic????

They are in full freak out mode when Jaden finally calls them. Yugi answers the video call in a panic. Jaden is sitting up in a bed in the clinic and he’s obviously hurting. He looked exhausted and is slumped over and in obvious pain. Yugi freaks out “what happened!”

And Jaden can’t hide it. So he tells them about his duel with the tomb keepers that got him his pendant. The keys and the Sacred Beast. And the Shadow Riders. Jaden tells them about the duel with Nightshroud. How it was a shadow game. His 4th shadow game. (4 shadow games to many in Atem’s opinion) it’s been days and Jaden still hasn’t recovered. His hands are shaking on the call and his eyes are drooping as he fights sleep to talk to them.

Yugi’s ready to go. Normally he’s the one telling Seto and Arem to wait but that’s his baby boy trembling and barely able to sit up. But Jaden argues that they (he and his friends) can do this.

Seto asks the winning question “who is we?” When Jaden tells them it’s 4 1st years 1 3rd year and 2 Teachers Seto is ready to fire everyone at the school. Who put these children in charge of keeping the world safe? What adult did this? “Well be there in 2 hours”

“No! This is my fight. We can do this I promise.” -Jaden

“Jaden you can barely sit up. We’re coming.” - Seto

“It’s not just me. The others are great duelist. Look I promise I’ll call you if things start to get out of hand. But right now Trust me.” - Jaden

And Yugi hates it. Hates remembering being the kids responsible for saving the world, why is that his son’s job now? But he can see how much this means to Jaden. And arguing with him is just making the situation worse. He can see the strain and stress this is putting the boy under.

“Stop both of you.” He stops his husband and son from arguing. “Here’s how we are going to play this. Jaden the moment you feel you can’t handle it, even for a second, you call us. We will handle it. But until then Seto is going to send you a vital band.” They used them to monitor vitals of people when they do research of virtual worlds or dimensional traveling. “You are going to wear it the whole time. If you’re vitals ever drop passed what WE determine as safe, we are coming no arguments.”

Seto wants to keep arguing that they go now but he understands Yugi’s compromise. They had several long talks after Jaden’s first and second shadow game. About how unfair this was, how they wanted to protect him, but he was growing up. They couldn’t shield him forever. He was the son of the King of Games and Seto Kaiba, Nephew to Atem the pharaoh who defeated Zorc. His life was always going to be dangerous once people found out.

At least he was somewhere with at least 2 competent adults (ha they don’t know it’s Crowler and Banner) and several friends to help. He’s not alone (he’s going to do most of the work but they don’t know that now) and they can get to him in a matter of hours if need be. Jaden is strong. He’s hurt right now and that is being out every single one of Yugi’s dad instincts right now but he trust Jaden to know his limits.

“Thanks for believing in me Dad.” Jaden’s smile almost makes it worth it.

Either Jaden will handle this with his friends of Yugi will step in. They are keeping the plane on standby just in case.

Camula starts causing problems literally the next night. And as Jaden watches his teacher fall and he’s to week to stand he wonders if maybe he is in over his head. Then Zane goes down and he’s about to call home when Atticus wakes up and is like “no you need a shadow charm” and now Jaden knows he can’t call them. If he does then what happened to Dr. Crowler and Zane will happen to his family! No he can do this. He can win back his friends souls, save the world and keep his family safe.

After his duel with Camula Jaden does get a call from Yugi because his vitals were acting weird. Not the agreed upon low numbers but still weird enough to check in (Yugi is looking for excuses at this point to check in on his boy.) Jaden tells him about Camula (there’s no point in keeping secrets) and Yugi is stressed but he’s trying not to show it because he can see the anxiety rolling off of Jaden. Maybe it’s time to visit any ways…..

#jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugi moto #yugi mutou #yugioh gx #dad yugi #seto kaiba #rivalshipping #atem #yami yugi #alexis rhodes #syrus truesdale #zane truesdale #chumley huffington #bastion misawa #dr crowler #chazz princeton

[mad4turtles]

Hoooooow about Leosagi First Meeting and Impressions?! Sprinkle in whatever you want in that, go wild! 👀

Ask and ye shall receive!

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First Impressions

As far as first impressions go, this isn't the worst.

Sure, trying to save a stranger in the Hidden City from a gang of Yokai kidnappers (and look cool doing it as a treat) isn't an ideal way of making friends, but if it works, it works, right?

Except it didn't.

“Hey. Are you awake?”

Leo takes a deep breath and sighs. “Yup,” he pops, staring blearily at his lap. “Didn't sleep much anyways.”

“Me neither,” the stranger replies. Leo hasn't gotten around to asking him his name. Probably due to his plan to save him ending with Leo being beaten up, disarmed and kidnapped with him.

So, yeah. Not the best first impression. 

Still, what was he supposed to do? Just ignore someone in danger? Even if they looked like they could handle themselves—the fight had been brief but Leo would be blind not to notice the rabbit Yokai's skill and grace with his blade, faster than anything Leo had ever seen. 

Even so, the goons had numbers and size on their side, and really, Leo should have, could have, portalled them to safety rather than show off only to get rinsed. Pride will always be his downfall.

(And cute rabbit samurai boys, apparently.) 

Leo squirms, adjusting his numb body as much as he's able. His ass is asleep, and he can't feel his fingers. “Yeah, sorry,” he mutters. “Turtles don't exactly make the best pillows.”

“No, that's not it.” The other boy shifts, tugging the ropes binding them back to back around their chests. His voice is rough with exhaustion, but Leo can hear a smile in it. “Your shell is actually quite comfy.”

“Oh,” Leo blinks. “Really?” 

“Yes. It's the, uh... well, everything else that kept me awake. Also, I'm certain I've lost circulation in my wrists now.”

The boy flexes his fingers, accidentally brushing Leo's where they're tied behind his shell. He just fights a shiver. “Y-Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah. As far as kidnappings go, this is one of the most uncomfortable. If I lose a finger because someone got too eager with knots, I'll sue.”

The boy snorts. “You'll sue them for that but not the beating and kidnapping?”

Leo shrugs, jostling the ropes again. Man, this is uncomfortable. “What can I say? A turtle has standards.”

The boy snickers. “Well, should this ever happen again, I shall refer my kidnappers to you for constructive criticism.”

Leo barks a laugh. “Trust me, buddy, I know what I'm talking about.”

“Considering our predicament, I'm not sure that's something to be bragging about.”

“That's how I cope.”

“Then you should see a professional.”

“Ugh, you sound like my brother.”

“He sounds like a wise turtle.”

“You haven't met him. He's an asshole.”

The boy chuckles, and another silence falls, lighter than the last. Leo takes the time to look around their temporary prison. The back of the loaded pick-up truck, loaded with all manner of junk from useless to semi-useful, boxes them in close enough for Leo to feel claustrophobic. Small drilled holes shed little light but offer a generous amount of air so they don't suffocate before the transfer. Wherever or whenever that is. 

How long has it been since they were caught and stuffed in here? Hours? Maybe a day? Leo couldn't check even if he did have his phone.

The guys are gonna kill me.

(Unless these Yokai kill you first) a nasty voice whispers. Leo shakes his head and buries the thought deep with every other bad thought. 

Focus. They need to get out of here. The bastards had taken Leo's swords and shuriken and the other boy's sick-looking katanas. There has to be something in here they can use, right? A mystic buzz-saw? A piece of broken glass—?

A sheen catches his eye. Leo whips his head to find it—

His face drops.

“... Hey, um... how long have our swords been sitting there?”

The boy jolts, twisting and pulling the ropes to follow Leo's eyes. Leo wheezes, but the rabbit pays no heed and gapes at their swords resting innocently against the far wall. “Seriously? Seriously.”

Leo rolls his eyes. “Rule number two of kidnapping: don't leave sharp things or your captives' weapons within reach or view of said captives.”

“Sorera no baka!”

“Agreed.” He cranes his neck to grin at the rabbit, firmly ignoring how close their noses are and wow, his eyes are so pink, nearly red but softer. “What say we blow this popsicle stand, my good man?”

The rabbit blinks those big pink eyes. “I'm not sure what that means, but if it involves leaving, certainly.” He grins back, flashing two adorably big front teeth—

Oh, Leo is screwed.

He clears his throat again—is it hot in here, why's he so sweaty?—and turns around. “Cool! Cool cool cool. Alright, let's do this, uh... Can you stand?”

Lucky for them, the goons had bound their hands but not their ankles, so getting up is—not easy but manageable with minimal noise. It's easier still to shuffle towards their conveniently placed weapons and crouch low enough for them to start cutting away at the ropes. So far, so good.

Leo sawed away, the rabbit keeping an ear out for commotion outside. Halfway through, Leo swallowed what (stupid, stupid) pride he had left and spoke up. “Um... so, I think I should apologise.”  

The rabbit twitched. “Hm?”

Leo bit his lip. God, he hates this. “I mean, y'know... for getting us into this mess. I don't know why these guys are after you, but if it weren't for me, you'd have probably gotten away safe. I just... I was trying to play the 'cool hero' again to think 'hey, maybe this is a dangerous situation and getting caught would be a very bad thing!', y'know? I'm workin' on it, but...”

Another silence. Leo saws away and ducks his head. 

Then the bunny huffs. “I will admit, watching teleport and deciding not to use it to get us out of there was not your best idea.” 

Leo wilts like a flower, but the bunny isn't done. 

“However, I will also admit that I could have run from the fight instead of trying to tackle six bounty hunters alone.” He chuckles mirthlessly. “My sensei always told me my pride would be my downfall.” 

Leo almost stops sawing. He looks over his shoulder to find the bunny looking back, an awkward smile on his face. Face hot and chest warm with something new, Leo mirrors it. “Guess there's something we both need to work on,” he says.

The bunny snickers and Leo is sure he's not imagining the pink dusting on furry freckled cheeks. “Indeed. Perhaps, fates permitting...” he shrugs, “we could work on it together?”

Oh, sweet Hot Soup in the sky this is the best day of my life!

“Y-Yeah!” Leo squeaks—shit—then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, we could, uh, totally do that! For sure.”

“Good. Also, I... I never caught your name.”

“Oh! Uh, it's Leonardo, but everyone calls me Leo. Or Leon, or Lee, or Nardo, but mostly Leo.” Shut the hell up mouth, you're embarrassing me! “W-What's your name?”

And there's that dorky stupid smile again. “Miyamoto Usagi.”

Again, Leo mirrors it just as the ropes finally snap. “Usagi. Cool.”

When the goons finally come to check on their cargo, they only have time to gawk as the turtle and the rabbit, grinning wide and cheeky, fall through the floor in a flash of blue.

Leo finds his phone blown up with several missed calls, worried texts and voice mails, and a new number in his contacts.

Not a bad first impression after all.

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[thekinkyleopard]

Why Me?

An Alistar x Draeko Sick Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sexual Tension, Snz, Sick, Fluff, Slight Angst

Author’s Notes: Hi guys! Been awhile since I’ve posted something, so sorry! I was pet sitting for the week and let’s just say those dogs would not let me have a moment of peace. 😭😭😭 I’m going to try to get a bunch done this week, as I’ll probably have more overnights at the end of this month to do. 🥲 So honestly, me and Geezie love Al x Drae’s relationship, so I thought I’d do a one shot of Al taking care of Drae. :>

Description: Al is stuck babysitting the sickly mutt, instead of enjoying a day of leisure. Can he contain himself against the mutt’s kitten like sneezing??

“Luciftias…I don’t want to go without you…I should be here, rubbing your leaking face holes with soft mulched tree sheets…” The grey skinned man looked somberly down at the sniffling, and stifling mutt. The mint and pink themed boy met his gaze with the other and tried to muster up the softest smile he could through tear stained cheeks and a reddened nose.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be better in no time but you can’t miss this….these divers are experts and they don’t tour out here often…” doing whatever he could to convince the hound not to miss out on such an opportune moment to learn about the ocean. Something not many got to.

“How will I know how to act? Or what to do? I need you there…” Kanai almost whimpered, feeling slightly a miss without the mutt coming with him. They’d been inseparable since they met, and this would be the real challenge. Trying to blend into a human setting without his …relatively…human guide. Drae tried to muster up the energy to giggle, shaking his head softly back and forth.

“You got this, okay? I’ll be here healing, you go learn! Text me if you need to, remember I showed you how to do that right?”

“Yes…okay…well…I can’t leave you to fend for yourself….” He considered for a moment what he was supposed to do in a situation like this. When suddenly it hit him. “I know,” his face beamed brightly, in aura, his expression mostly lay flat, either way it was something that didn’t happen too often, as he was mostly void of any expression. Now standing to his feet, he quickly made his way down the hall of the apartment he shared with his best friend. As he approached the door he could hear ICP playing very loudly from the other side of the door. Kanai knocked at a decent decibel, hoping to acquire the demon's attention.

Soon enough, the music cut and the bedroom door swung open. Alistar stood there shirtless, in a pair of black occult sweatpants and his ruby red hair tied up in a ponytail as his crimson eyes looked Kanai up and down. "Sup dude?" curious as to what he wanted, he cocked a thin red brow, knowing full well the hound had plans for the day.

"I need you to help me," the navy haired demon said simply, his emotionless eyes resting on that of the other.

"Ok, with what?" Cocking his head upward now, Al was intrigued by his friend’s sudden dance around the subject.

"I need you to look after Draeko while I'm out, he isn't feeling well," immediately Al's eyebrows fell into a furrowed motion and he crossed his arms over his chest as he absorbed the inconvenient request.

"Why me? I dont know the first thing about whatever the hell it is he's got," scoffing with a dramatic toss of his head.

"For me? Please?" This time Kanai stared straight into Alistar’s….being. Can you really say he has a soul? Maybe somewhere in there, to whatever part of Al’s body Kanai often appealed to, he bore into it.

"Fine...but you owe me," folding like a lawn chair, as he typically did in matters like these, but he was pointing a serious index finger into the other's slyly smug face.

"Thank you, Al," He nodded his head gently in a kind gesture, his face turned up, almost as if he would smile, but the motion was still too foreign to the hound. Yet the change in his general energy, could be easily deciphered from the red head. Al rolled his eyes, trying to push away the blush that was almost unnoticeable if he wasn’t so pale. Ever since Drae started coming around he was doing that, almost smiling thing more. Typically it was only something he had seen when they’d done something malicious, but it was still very different from that. However, things were changing for them now. Both of them.

"Yeah, yeah...so like...what do I have to do?" begrudgingly he started following the man out to the living room, now where they both loomed over the sniffling mess of a man that lay across their couch.

"You just have to always ask him what he needs...a lot....maybe set a timer every 15 minutes to check in on him.." he thought thoroughly before stopping in their tracks.

"Oh...jeez..he looks like he's dying...are you sure he's not dying?" Alistar looked over at Kanai with an air of seriousness, never having really seen a human this ill, without the reason being heavy addiction. Drae peaked open his dulled duo colored eyes and sniffled weakly.

"I'b not dying...I'b jusd sicg!" he huffed with a slight attitude causing Al to narrow his eyes over the little mutt. The two hadn't really exactly spent a whole lot of time together. Alistar thought Drae more like, a stupid distraction pulling his best friend's attention from him. Manipulating other's wasn't quite as fun without Kanai beside him thinking he was making acquaintances. Drae thought of Al as some bitter, angry, loser that was holding Kanai back. They clashed any time they shared a room together since K started dragging the mutt around with them every where they went.

"Listen here kiddo, if you're going to act like a priss I'll have you know I'-..." grumbling with slight agitation before Kanai lifted his hand in the space between the two of them.

"No, Drae is allowed to feel whatever emotions he feels Al, and you have to understand he is sick, he isn't himself...suck it up," Kanai spoke while gathering all his things and kissing the mutt on his forehead before taking his leave from the apartment all together. "Be good," he spoke more toward Al than he was Drae. The demon rolled his red eyes dramatically before looking down at the mutt once more, the front door now closing shut.

"....Is there anything you need....?" grumbing meerly under his breath but enough for the other to catch it.

"Y-yeah...I'm kind of hungry actually?" Drae perked up slightly his gaze leering slowly up at the anti-christ that refused to make eye contact with him.

"Uh...ok...what do you want?" looking to the side, he wasn't much of a cook, truly, the convenience of delivery and take out was far too grand than learning how to cook for one's self. Why would he? He could have all the money he wanted, and never have to lift a finger.

"Soup?" the mutt asked with a sore throat, trying to swallow the feeling of pins sliding down his esophagus. "Maybe some water?" bringing a tissue up to his swollen and red nose, an action caught by the red head who deemed the motion, rather cute in a strange way.

"I can make mac n cheese," he shrugged his shoulders, finally now attempting to look the other in his face, but still avoiding their eyes touching.

"No, I can'd habe thad, Al, it's bad for sicg people, it mages id worde cause of the dairy in id," furrowing his eyebrows in distaste at the mere suggestion of a flemmy meal.

"Uncle Fuckin’…..fine, whatever. I'll just order something, what kind of soup do you want?" Now pulling out his latest upgrade iphone and scrolling through the uber eats app. "They got some shit called pho, you want that?" looking up from his screen momentarily to possibly catch a response through Drae's face.

"Mmh...no...I jusd wand something comfording..." he mulled over the idea for a second but never really took to much a liking to pho. He snuffled loudly, though it was still soft and less disruptive than your typical sniff. “Sndfff…”

"Okaaaay....I could order from this weird diner, they have beef stew? Or clam chowder?" not even really certain what these kind of meals were. Al hated soup. Liquid meal? It's not a meal, its a beverage, with chunks. Gross.

"Stew sounds kind of nice...." Draeko started when he suddenly felt a painful, persistent prickle at the bridge of his nose. It crept higher, and higher. It overwhelmed him until he was hitching his mouth wide open and squinting his eyes almost halfway shut. "Heh'Kisssh!" a breathy kitten like sneeze escaped his mouth, flinging his arm across his face in order to catch the mess in the crook of his elbow.

"W-Wha?" Alistar blushed brightly at the sound, looking up from his phone to see the other still struggling to keep himself under control. Eyes leaking, nose swelling and lips dripping as he hitched again. The demon froze, just watching as his heart started to beat rapidly.

" 'ihschh! H'sSHIEW!" Again, and again the mutt suffered through as his tiny sneezes echoed the space between the two men. Al clutched his phone tightly in his right hand as he just continued to stare, almost in a trance, unaware of what was happening to him right now. Usually he was a man of composure, cool, slick, but currently he felt like he could melt into a physical puddle.

"Wait what's...what's happening are y-you okay?" he asked cautiously reaching his left palm out to gently touch the hybrid's sweating forehead.

"I'-Hih' I'm ...'TSCH! Fibe..." Draeko grumbled and sneezed, swatting his hand away trying to gain some sense of composure as his nose started to leak.

"You're literally exploding from your face," Alistar quickly looked around and grabbed a tissue bringing it over to the mutt and gently dabbing at the other's wet face.

"I'b sneeding," Drae rolled his tear stained eyes, allowing the other to help clean him up, a simple but kind gesture, it couldn't hurt to actually allow the hellion to tend to him.

"Yeah, I know what a sneeze is but...I didn't realize so many could come out at once..." looking completely entranced by the other’s stuffy, and snotty state of being. His motions moving slower as he started to notice the fine details of his chapped skin. Drae’s breath snagged in his throat once again, trying his best to respond.

"S-some-tim..'ihschh! H'TSCH! 'sHiew!" Befouled by the inevitable illness that had it’s tightened grasp on the small mutt. His sounds were innocent, like a small cat, there was minimal mess, but still puffs of stray mist would escape past his arm. Alistar felt his heart beating in places it certainly shouldn’t be at current as he tried his best to compose himself, he cleared his throat, standing back from the other’s space now.

“Okay well, uh…I’m gonna order that…stew…” he lingered as he contemplated his next move. Was he going to go back to his room and return to his previous tasks or, should he stay? Granted, the worse the mutt got, the more Alistar felt the innate urge to ravish him, but that was certainly inappropriate. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “Alright I’ll let you know when it’-…” cut off by the softest, most defiant whimper he’s ever heard, it caused a rush of heat to flood through the back of his ears and jaw.

“S-Stay? Keep me company?” Draeko pleaded from behind his stack of blankets, and used tissues, those glistening mint and pink colored eyes staring right through the soulless demon. His blackened fingers twitched as his sides. He knew he shouldn’t but, fine. He’ll do it for the sake of his best friend, and behave to his best ability.

“Uh…Alright…” looking around Al found himself more comfortable sitting on the ground next to the sofa Draeko was laying across. “You want to…idk…watch something?” He asked almost nervously, there was something off about the demon now, and Draeko could suddenly sense it. He had no time to ask questions as he continued to cough, and sniffle into his palm of crinkled tissues.

“Hnnn…” he groaned in response leaving the hellion in charge of having to make the decision.

“Okay, what if….I show you the Kardashians, huh?? They’re totally tone deaf to society around them and are actively shitty people, it’s fun to watch them scramble for a sense of normalcy in a world they begged for,” he snickered maliciously to himself as he thought back to all the episodes he’d already binged. Drae flopped his head to the side, looking at the demon with a less than amused expression.

“Okay then what do you want to watch?” Sighing deeply and leaning against the couch to look at Drae from an upside down angle.

“Aggretsuko,” he said simply. Al blinked a few times before he raised a thin brow in confusion.

“A what now?” He blinked a few times, not even really sure he heard the mutt correctly.

“Aggretsuko… just gimme the remote,” sticking his one hand out now from under the covers, Al slid the device over to him and the man began to find it in the recents, pressing play. Al went back into his phone now, ignoring the tv altogether in order to finish completing his order.

“You want anything with your stew?” He asked with an unamused tone to his voice.

“Nah,” equally distracted, Drae already found himself lost in the screen title of his show.

“K cool, it’ll be here in like 45 minutes,” clicking his phone shut he set it down on the ground beside his leg and began to watch the screen now in front of them. “What the fuck is this garbage?” He asked as the title scene came to an end and the show itself started. His eyes scanned over the harshly designed animated cat mood switching between scenes.

“It’s like..my favorite show sndfff,” Drae slicked up another mound of building sick from the depths of his sinuses, trying his best to keep them down.

“You can’t actually enjoy this shit can you…?” Alistar’s lip turned up in disgust he was so going to make Kanai pay him back for this. Before the mutt could answer there was a hiccup followed by a series of staggered inhales. “Whoa, is it happening again?” Alistar quickly turned around and almost like a dog that was told ‘treat?’, watching with intense intrigue before the hybrid let loose. Yet, with Al in such close proximity now, it filled him with nerves, stage fright. He stifled. “Hihh’GXXTsh!…Ihh’gxxnt!” shoveling his face deep into the comforter, trying to hide himself away while the feeling of built pressure pounded against his cranium.

“Now come on, that can’t feel good,” clicking his tongue with dissatisfaction. “Let it out!” He turned his body now to face the other fully, while getting a good look at his current state. His usually bright eyes were sunken, and rather lifeless. His mouth was chapped and his nose was almost swollen, hair strewn about in a terribly messy fashion.

“Bud…id’s embaradding….” He mumbled gently, shifting his gaze to the side before reaching for the box to obtain yet another tissue. Slopping it lazily against his aching nose.

“It’s just me here,” cocking a smug smirk before licking his lips dangerously. Draeko rolled his eyes in repetition.

“Thads the problem…” Mumbling with a new found shyness that Al hadn’t usually seen on the normally bubbly man.

“Just let it out,” rolling his own red orbs in reflection, with slight irritation now as he waited for the mutt to stop acting so damn coy. “Here do you want me to close my eyes?” He asked shutting his lids closed finally, Draeko giggled, though it did help a bit with the anxiety.

“Lil bid..” he uttered softly under his breath, already feeling the intense tickling build once more, his throat tightening, the prickle etching through the center of his nostrils the longer he focused on it.

“K’GNSH’’iiew! Hihh’…” his mouth hung open, and he allowed his eyes to fall shut after the first, before another forced itself through. “GXXTSH!” He sniffled loudly, though it still came off as a very gentle sound compared to most people. Alistar’s body trembled, he could not see the action but he could feel the vibration of the couch shaking beneath the pressure of Draeko’s sneezes. His toes curled in his black socks as he could not escape the thoughts in the darkness of his eyelids. His face felt hot.

“Can I look now?” He asked already starting to open his curious red orbs. Suddenly Drae panicked, trying to grab at himself uselessly trying to find something to cover his face but in no time, the dripping from his nose, the sting behind the light shining into his eyes from the peaking curtain, he found himself remaining underneath the cruel fate of fit.

“Ihh’gxXNT’IIEW! Heh’KISSH!” Out into the open air, mists of saliva drifting into the air between the two of them, a few stray droplets hitting the demon across his cheeks. He blinked his crimson reds in …almost amazement as it seemed. Quickly he grabbed a tissue and presented it to the young mutt.

“That was a surprise for you AND me,” he chuckled trying to distract himself from the rising heat within his chest. Draeko took the tissue in his own grasp, patting and rubbing his sore, leaking features.

“Shuddub…” Drae rotated his teary eyes back while blowing his nose self consciously into the thin sheet of tissue. “Uggggh I hade dhis,” he uttered helplessly while continuing to fight off the horrendous feeling that grew inside of him.

“I know, pup, but…you’re leaking like a faucet, and I’m stuck in charge so…is there anything else you need while we wait for your food to arrive?” Seemingly genuine, almost like he was dropping the hardened facade and maybe, cared? Drae blinked and shrugged gently.

“Somb more meds? On tha…uh…” his words fell back down his throat as a gasp of air forced it’s way through, his mouth hung open.

“The…?” Alistar stared at the frozen mutt, hoping to get an answer while he slowly came to a stand.

“Tha..H…Hih’hhishiew!…..counder….” Groaning with a powerful snort of his nose, desperate to feel clarity while his face only felt fuller by the hour.

“A-Alright…” Alistar quickly sped off to the kitchen and clutched the counter with his blackened hands. The Anti-Christ felt like he’d run out of air, like the time he was socked in the chest by Remi for being a bit too cheeky with the cat. He shook his head and tried to balance himself. He was sweating. “What the fuck? Why is my vessel leaking like this?” He swiped at his temples and turned to the sink and flicking it on with one swift motion. “Get it together, dude…” swift flashes of Draeko bent over the couch, looking behind him with that dripping nose and reddened eyes…the feeling of him sneezing while he’s buried…”DUDE,” he scolded himself, now dunking his entire head under the running water. He soaked through his red hair, allowing the shockingly cool temperature change to ground him, letting out a deep, desperate sigh.

“Do not…try and fuck the sick….DONT…” he stared at himself in the reflection of the over head microwave. Turning, he snatched the box of mucinex from the counter as droplets of water trickled down his scalp, neck and exposed back. When he returned to the living room Draeko looked at him with almost certain surprise.

“Why’re you all wed?” Raising a pink brow to examine the demon from head to toe, like he’d had a bucket of water dumped over him. How?

“Mind your business…here,” he tossed the box ontop of the mutt haphazardly, avoiding eye contact before he slid back to the ground, back flush against the couch.

“Okay….” Drae sighed, not liking the sudden change in atmosphere and mood. “Well…I need wader to tage it…” he managed as he fumbled with the plastic sealing on the individual pills.

“Oh shit..ok be right back,” sighing deeply before Al stood back up, walked into the kitchen, grabbed a Mountain Dew from the fridge and then brought it right back out to the mutt.

“Dude….no…wader,” sniffling sharply, pushing his sleeve against his exhausted nose. Alistar sucked in a breath of air through his teeth.

“Fuckin’ Uncle Christ,” he turned sharp on his heels, and back into the kitchen. Flinging open the fridge now with borderline rage, not really at anyone else but himself. If he had maybe a little bit of earthly knowledge in this sort of situation, that would be nice. They don’t really teach ‘Healing the Sick’ in Anti-Christ training. He snagged a water bottle out of the fridge and slammed it shut before he once again, returned to Draeko who was stuffing bits of tissue into his nose and still tending to his ever flowing face. “Here,” he shoved the bottle into the mutt’s lap before once again, taking a seat on the floor. Yet, the second his butt touched the surface, there was a knock.

“Bro! Every time I sit down?!” Now letting out an exuberantly frustrated chuff of air he stood, AGAIN, and stomped his way to the door, flinging it open with such rage that it spooked the delivery person standing on the other side. “What?!” His red eyes narrowed in on the bag in the shaking man’s hand.

“D-delivery f-for Al?” Presenting the bag slowly to the raging demon, he snatched it with his blackened hand, narrowed his eyes and spoke without emotions.

“Thanks,” closing the door he walked into the kitchen, a place he was sick and tired of having to be in, and started to fix a proper bowl of stew for Draeko. “Stupid Kanai…stupid Draeko…stupid earthly illnesses…I just wanted to watch ICP music videos today, maybe jack off a couple times, MAYBE, get some Poon….NO…” he grumbled the entire way through pouring the contents of the Togo bowl into a real temperature regulated containment. “I’m here…taking care of KANAI’S fuckin PET….catching BLUE balls…” Slamming the now empty to go box into the trash, shuffling his feet out back to the living room. While he approached the couch once more with his hands full of soup, uttering, mumbling and grumbling to himself he paused dead in his tracks.

Draeko was sitting up now, hugging his legs, and gently crying into his knees. “Hey…wha-…wait,” Alistar, already feeling and knowing the very real sense in sorrow. He set the bowl aside on the table and he sat next to Drae, looking at him with quizzical eyes. “What’s this? Why are you sad?” He wanted to reach out with his hand but, he couldn’t seem to make his body do it. So his hands stayed in his lap, and his ruby reds bore curiously into the mutt.

“Just leave….if taking care of me is SUCH an inconvenience on you, then leave, I don’t need you stomping around here making me feel worse,” He now looked up at the Hellion with tear stained eyes.

“Hey, wait! I didn’t…..” Al sat back for a second and reflected on the way he acted. Normally, it was fine with just him and Kanai here, but he hadn’t realized how sensitive the pink and mint colored male was. “Look, my bad okay? I just…..” he took a breath in and averted his gaze to the side while the sniffling, shaking mutt listened closely. “I never get to see Kanai anymore..and I just, feel left out…and like I don’t know…” he shrugged.

“Are you jealous of me, Al?” He asked quizzically.

“No. I’m not…jealous? I just hate…that you have such an influence on him, and that…I don’t know, what happens if you put all these things in his head, and then you disappear and he’s not the same as he was before? I’ve seen it ya know…” he muttered running a hand through his crimson threads. “Look, I just…I’m not used to….talking…I just don’t want you to change my best friend for the worst…and not in a fun way either,” he chuckled trying to lighten the seriousness of his sudden vulnerability.

“Oh, I have absolutely no intentions of going anywhere, Al….I really love that big lug…and I know, before you start…” he looked down at his hands. “I know it’s probably highly unlikely that he will even fully understand or truly love me back…” his face turned up into a smile, those his eyes stay somber. “It just means I’ll have to love enough for the both of us, but that’s perfectly fine with me cause, he’s the first person that’s ever felt like home,” trying explain himself the best way he could, looking up now to meet the demon’s avoidant gaze.

Alistar realized in that moment, this may be something incredibly real for his best friend. The only opportunity for him to ever know what it’s like to be loved selflessly.

“I’m sorry I’ve been a heathen….there’s more reason than one but…” he said genuinely, though it was hard to tell how genuine when his face always seemed so emotionless when he was trying to be, vulnerable. Meanwhile, he kept his struggle of arousal to himself. Least he make their newly found friendship, weird. “Let me make it up to you…” he turned his whole body to the side, and he noticed a visible chill go down Draeko’s spin. A tinge of pain shot up the mutt’s body and into his temples.

“Well first…I need a pain killer or something…can you grab me some Tylenol?” Taking the opportunity in the now seemingly once again peaceful environment, to get some relief from his suffering.

“Yeah, no problem, hey there’s soup over there if you’re peckish..” he nodded his head in the general direction of the bowl, before getting up and walking into the kitchen. This time, he wasn’t so angry, but thoughtful in his own head. He hadn’t realized how sensitive earthly beings were and for the first time he was actually aware of how he was carrying himself. Taking a deep breath to make sure he maintained an even aura, he grabbed all the medicine stuff that had been splayed across the counter. “Okay, so hopefully I won’t need to come back for any aide shit,” mumbling softly to himself as he came back arms full of bottles and packaging. “Okay which one is the Tylenol?” Looking down within his loot to scan any of the labels facing him.

“The white bottle with the red lid,” Draeko said before sliding a spoonful of stew down his throat. He was sitting criss cross on the couch, bowl in his lap as he continued to observe the demon. Who, in turn sat on the ground, and spilled over his hoard.

“Red lid….” His eyes visibly scanning through the different items before they spotted the exact bottle description he was given. He snagged it in his hand, turned it over and it read ‘Tylenol’ in bright red letters, satisfied he had found the correct item he popped open the lid and then looked up at the mutt. “Uh…how many you want?” Lifting his brow in confusion. Drae couldn’t help but giggle at this point.

“Are you allergic to reading? Medication bottles usually tell you in the directions how many you can exceed in a 24 hour period,” they both shared a chuckle while Al shook his head.

“My bad ok! They don’t really emphasize the attention to detail on the health care system, just how to abuse it,” he shrugged simply with a snicker before he actually took the time to scan over the bottle. “Okay says don’t exceed 6 so….give you 6? Or?” Fixing his gaze back up to Drae.

“Well I COULD take 6, but that wouldn’t be a good idea, give me two, and then set a timer for two hours for me to take another..okay?” It was slightly taxing having to explain how to take care of him to a seemingly grown man, but he never forgets that both Al and Kanai, are not from here, and it takes patience to deal with them sometimes.

“Alright cool, here’s two then,” the hellion handed the two pills over from his blackened hand and then preemptively taking the bottle of water next to the mutt, twisting off the lid and handing that over as well.

“You ARE learning!” The smaller giggled with a wink before snapping the pills back in his mouth and sloshing it down with the refreshment.

“Whatever,” rolling his crimson’s with a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Okay so you wanna watch that show now?” Though it played softly in the background this entire time, he meant more in the sense of actually watching the damn show instead of going back and forth.

“Yeah!” Drae seemed to cheer up now, before he suddenly looked very, quizzical. “Can I ask a favor though?” A light blush spreading across his cheeks.

“What’s up?” Almost cocking his head to the side as his ruby reds looked over the mutt’s slightly shy expression.

“Will you sit up here with me?” Patting the spot to the right of him, lifting his blankets to clear space for the demon.

“Uh…yeah, sure,” shrugging his shoulders without giving it a second thought, he plopped himself directly next to the small man, slinging a long arm across the back of the couch, behind Drae’s shoulders. “Alright, so what is the point of this show?”

“Well, Retsuko,” he started but quickly was met with interruption by the demon.

“The cat?” Alistar spoke out, looking between the tv and Drae who had just previously tried to speak.

“She’s a red panda!” He seemed offended, but any negative connotation that would come with offense was lost when he shook his head with laugh.

“Okay! Sheesh…” Al returned it with a huff through his nostrils and a toothy grin.

“Anyways…Retsuko works at an office and basically hates it, so she often vents through out the show in the fashion of death metal,” explaining a bit more with his hands than he was with his own words.

“Huh…” The demon now stuck watching a scene to which would be described as Retsuko venting, via death metal. “That’s kind of sick though…I’d probably find the human race a bit more tolerable if this was how they all vented,” he snickered, unconsciously his arm slipped down to pull Draeko into the crook of his chest, essentially snuggling him. Neither of the two men spoke about the sudden closeness they were sharing, it felt rather natural to them as they occasionally chittered and chuckled.

A few episodes went by and at first it seemed like the mucinex and Tylenol were working miracles on getting Draeko to a place of better health. However, mid way through the third episode, he started to feel that tickle again. Drae shifted under Al’s clinging arm, and tried his best to fight the urges rising within him. Alistar noticed the sudden twitching, and shifting under him and he looked down to see the small man’s nose flexing, and twisting.

“You okay?” He asked with a slight edge of concern in his voice.

“N-n…Hh’NDKT’ih! ‘ihschh!” He sneezed toward Al’s bare open chest, a mist of saliva spreading across his flesh. Al froze, and looked down, trying to hide the blush on his face that was surely growing brightly, quickly Drae slapped a hand over his face.

“S-sorry…H’GXTSH’UE! ‘TSCH! H’ih’Sshiew!” Trying now to shield himself as he shoved the blanket up into his face, successfully stifling any continued mess away from the hellion.

“N-No…you’re good…” Alistar muttered weakly as he reached over for a few tissues, bringing them over to Drae’s nose, pinching and rubbing the poor hybrid’s nostrils for him. His gaze staring closely at the darkened circles under the mint and pink orbs. “You need some rest, your vessel is tired,” he warned the mutt lightly while wiping any stray dribbles of saliva that may be on his chin.

“Bud…we’re wadghing someding…” whimpering stuffily he tried his best to keep fighting the broiling symptoms inside him.

“No arguing, sleep will do you some good…maybe laying down will help,” Al leaned back on the couch, his long body spreading as far as he could with the other still sitting there, he opened his arms out. “M’ere,” his fingers wiggling inward toward him, beckoning the sick one to come forth. Letting out a slightly defeated huff before he crawled into the space between Al’s leg’s allowing the demon to wrap his arms around his neck loosely, snuggling together like two puzzle pieces. “See? Get comfy, catch some Z’s it’ll be okay,” bringing a hand over to softly play with the loose strands of hair that fell over his lower abdomen.

“Bud…I’b…nod..” trying to fight against him but unfortunately, the warm body he laid on, and the fingers in his hair quickly sent him into slumber. The exhaustion from suffering all morning long, was just far too great. It was almost instant the second his body had gotten comfortable. Alistar, long abandoning the colorful television show that played mindlessly in the background, his eyes watched over Drae’s now sleeping figure. The way his chest gently rose and fell, but caught and stuttered in between breaths, mouth hanging slightly a jar. Any time it seemed like he may struggle himself awake, Al would slip his darkened finger tips tenderly down the male’s nose bridge, allowing it to soothe whatever interruption may intrude on his slumber.

As much as he longed for another, needed just one more to store in his memory to make the perfect mental compilation. He owed it to Kanai to take care of the sickly mutt at his best capabilities. This small hybrid male…may be the only creature in existence that can truly love the hound for exactly as he is, and truthfully, the only one that’ll follow him where he’s going. Alistar wasn’t sure what the future held, and if his father ever caught onto what he was doing down here, he could very well never see Kanai again. Leaving the hound alone. As he lost himself in one of the first thoughtful moments he’d ever had with himself, Drae shuffled. The demon blinked a few times as the movements brought him into reality, immediately looking down to see the mutt turning on his side, completely spooning Alistar’s thigh and leg.

“Pup?” He asked quietly out loud, trying to peer over to see his face, yet it was covered by the other’s colored hair. When he was met with silence he spoke out loud to himself “Guess not,” he chuckled through his nostrils, continuously running his hand delicately through Draeko’s hair. As his fingers gently combed through the strands, he let the backs of his digits slide gracefully across the other’s sleeping cheeks, causing him to slightly stir into the motion.

“K-…anai…” Drae whimpered in his sleep, snuggling closer into the demon’s body. Al almost froze up but realizing the mutt’s eyes were still sealed shut, he could only allow a small smile to slip over his features.

“Don’t worry kid, he’ll be home soon…I’ll take care of you til then,” his voice was soft, nothing but a whisper as he continued to run his hands over the man’s sleeping form. It felt like forever as the show played behind them and Al just carefully watched over Drae, Ruby eyes constantly gazing up and down the man’s body to observe any changes.

“Mmh…” the mutt grumbled from his sleep.

“Shh…” Al cooed with upmost care, just trying to insure the man retained his comfort, despite the fact his own leg was starting to go numb. “Shit..” he uttered loosely, unable to move his lower half as it joined Draeko into dream land. He heard a distant ding from under his torso, he just barely fidgeted to slide the device from under him with his free arm, looking at the screen he saw the display name.

Mine 🩵🩶: Hey can I eat these handfuls of colorful pellets they’ve given me?

Draeko: It’s Al. Drae fell asleep. Yeah, go for it.

Mine🩵🩶: ok

Alistar snickers to himself knowing full well he just told the hound to eat a handful of fish food. Often, finding it funnier to make his best friend fuck around and find out. Just as he was about to set the phone down another text came in.

Mine🩵🩶: It was salty. Everyone is looking at me weird. Why are they dumping theirs in the water?

Draeko: lol

Mine🩵🩶: Al????

Alistar sets the phone back down, he knows the 2500 year old being can figure how to manage on his own. For someone who was deeply invested in research, he surely didn’t pay enough attention to folks around him, and it was about time he did. His gaze switches over to the tv and though he had long lost interest in the strange cartoon, he was stuck here watching it. The remote had fallen onto the floor, and was not within Al’s range of reach. Instead he just continued to lay there, staring at the ceiling. Hm. He was bored. Severely bored. He sighed, almost completely forgetting he was trying to remain a comfortable source to the mutt, his expressive exhale is what woke him.

“Hmm?” Drae stirred, and Alistar’s crimson orbs shot down to examine the once sleeping creature’s face to see dulled out, and sleepy mint/pink eyes searching the space around him.

“Mornin’,” Al chuckled sliding his hand through the strands of hair that covered the mutt’s face and pushing them out of the way. “Sleep good?”

“Mmm…yeah,” followed with a yawn before he turned over to lay flat on his back now. “When did I fall asleep?” Blinking the sand from his eyes as he felt his body starting to waken, different areas of him throbbing uncomfortably.

“While ago,” The demon replied back smoothly, his face still searching that of the mutt’s exhausted features.

“You’ve just been…letting me lay on you then?” Drae raised a mint brow, his eyes looking up at him from where he was, his view of Al completely upside down but unchanging in the way he comprehended the hellion’s tone.

“Yeah, no biggie…K texted, but I helped sort that out so you could keep resting,” shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head into the direction of Drae’s cell that laid on his upper chest.

“Oh is he okay??” Trying to find the strength to sit up, only to be stopped by Al’s strong blackened hands keeping him in his position.

“Yeah, all good,” nodding once, with a slightly reassuring smile.

“Good…my head is killing me…” the mutt seemed to settle back down between Al’s legs, laying on his back as his hands came up to massage the different places on his skull that ached.

“Need me to rub your temples?” Alistar offered simply, his eyes going back and forth between watching Drae try to soothe himself, and the mutt’s pained expression.

“Would you?” Peaking his mint colored eye out from under his closed lids, wishing himself relief from the currently pounding headache.

“Sure, just relax,” the demon shifted just slightly so he could look down at Drae more fully, being able to see his head completely, he brought his hands to each side of the other’s head and with four fingers, on either side, began to gently massage the sore spots. Immediately he could feel Draeko melt into his lap, eyes slipping closed and groaning gently in response.

“It’s so much better when someone else does it….” He sighed with relief, allowing the hellion to work out his pain.

“That’s what she said,” Al couldn’t help but chuckle playfully, watching as Drae’s eyes shot open to make contact in his own.

“You’re such a turd,” giggling with a roll of his dual colored orbs.

“Yeah, rather me be a turd than a puddle of wet shart though,” Al said almost too seriously for Drae to not respond with a genuine laugh.

“Sometimes, the things you say are incredibly concerning,” slipping his eyes back to a closed position, while Al’s hands never ceased their movements despite the conversation between them.

“Probably, but it made you laugh, so I guess the line between funny and horrendous remains the same…” winking his crimson eye at the mutt as his hands continued to soothe and massage at Drae’s head.

“Mmmhh touché, just don’t stop,” rotating his eyes closed once more, feeling the first bits of real relief he hadn’t felt in days. Al’s face was flushed as he felt his body change in temperature again, the sounds of the relaxing man were proving to be a tad tempting. Yet, despite his natural hellish instincts to try and put the moves out, he swallowed it, and just remained attentive to the little mutt.

Seemingly, the tension inside his skull was starting to subside but as the pressure released there, it almost felt like it was migrating. The center of his face now feeling much tighter than it had when we woke. “W-Wait…think…I’m gonna…” hesitating to get the full sentence out, Drae’s eyes opened but squinted immediately when the light of the tv only irritated the continually building feeling. “I’m…” he tried to push back at the hellion’s hands but it was if no real use.

“Are you gonna sneeze again?” Alistar asked almost hopeful? It was enough to confuse Drae to disregard the fact he was trying to hold back.

“Hihh’GXXTsh’iiew! ehh’Gxxtchh’iew!” He brought a palm up, slapped clear across his mouth as he exploded outwardly. It was impossible to stop the force, but he did everything in his power to. Al reached down to snatch each of Draeko’s wrists pulling them apart from his face.

“Stop holding them back,” his voice was now much darker, commanding, Drae suddenly felt very small compared to the demon.

“Ehhh?” Looking up at Al from his still laying position.

“Stop. Holding. Them. Back. You’ll make your eyes pop out,” smirking, knowing it was a good enough excuse beside the sheer fact he just wanted to hear it. He’d been waiting hours again for the mutt to fall into another fit. The mutt looked innocently at the hellion before biting his lower lip, and as his ducts began to well with liquid, the red head could already suspect more were to come. “Release,” he said simply, but yet still laced with a dark edge.

“K’GNSH’iiew! Hih’hhishiew!” Each one so special in their own quietly explosive way, it was truly like a musical orchestra in the demon’s buzzing head. There was a lack of mess that disappointed him, as they weren’t relatively outward ENOUGH.

“See? Doesn’t that feel much better?” Releasing one of the male’s wrists to swipe his thumb under Drae’s moistened lower lip. In turn, the mutt nodded, but his maw hung open lazily as he struggled to breath.

“Bud now my node id plugged again..” warbling weakly, followed with a pout.

“Awww but the way you sound is so unbelievably adorable!” Pinching the mutt’s cheek playfully. “Come on…I know you have another in there…you still sound so full..” tickling his finger tips feverishly under Drae’s already struggling nostrils.

“H-Hey!”

“Just a little more…come on, we’re friends, right?” Licking his teeth predatorily. Draeko groaned lowly in his throat before he let out a sigh of defeat.

“F-fine…H..hh…” stuttering and shaking under the demon’s still dusting hands. “Heh’kissh!! H!! Hih’hhishiew!” Al had just in time moved his palm to hover over Draeko’s open sneezing mouth, capturing any and every particle that came flying out. The mutt now unable to handle it anymore, he brought his wrist up to swipe and wipe at his leaking and wet face. “T-There…habby?” Snuffling and rubbing at his still itching nose. The hellion brought his hand upward twisting it under the light of the tv, the living space darkening as the sun started to set. He watched as his hand glistened and shined with even a poorly lit atmosphere.

“Very,” he responded lost in his trance of admiration before he brought his palm down and slid his tongue across a collection of the mess, giving into his carnal desires if just a little.

“Uh…” Drae stared up at him, suddenly feeling almost like prey in the palm of a hunter.

“Hm? What? I deserve to get a LITTLE something out of this…even if that means my own imagination later on tonight…” he spoke so nonchalantly, it almost slid right over the sickly mutt’s head but he furrowed his brows and rolled his eyes.

“You’re a weirdo,” shaking his head slowly back and forth.

“Yeah well, get used to it, kid,” he smirked ruffling his hair a bit now. Just as he was retracting his hand back to his side, the front door opened to their apartment and in walked Kanai, their favorite hell hound. “Hey buddy!”

“Don’t Hey buddy me, you let me eat fish food…” the man furrowed his brows over now at the demon who was already bursting into hysteria, shutting the door behind him. Draeko snapped back to look up at the cackling man and seemed now equally as upset.

“You did what??” He exploded in a tone of accusation.

“Hey! In my defense the guide probably told him, it’s not my fault he wasn’t paying attention,” trying to clear himself of any blame in this situation.

“It tasted horrible,” Kanai stepped closer as he looked over the two and his lips almost pulled up in what seemed like a smile. “You two seem to be getting along though, how are you feeling?” His eyes now coming to fall upon Drae’s swollen and red face, pressing the back of his hand softly against the hybrid’s still burning forehead.

“Still like poop…I missed you…” reaching his hands out in a grabby fashion, Kanai leaned downward and placed a gentle kiss upon the mutt’s clammy forehead, as he had before he left that day. Al stayed seated, but couldn’t help watch how different the hound seemed to be around Drae. It almost softened whatever heart he had beating inside his hallow chest.

“Yeah…well…babysitting is over for me now I guess…” chuckling to try and mask the slight disappointment that he would no longer be of any use now.

“Or…K could set up a spot on the floor and we could have a cuddle puddle! That would help me feel better faster, I know it!” Both hellions seemed rather confused by the sudden idea, but in all truthfulness, Draeko didn’t want Alistar to feel left out anymore. He could see it past the masking ruby orbs that he missed quality time with his best friend, and the mutt, despite being ill, was determined to make a change. If Kanai was his forever, so be it that Alistar would be too. The navy haired man shrugged his shoulders before he voiced his own opinion on the situation.

“If that’s what you want, Luciftias, I’ll go grab some extra pillows and blankets,” already settling into the idea without any hesitation. Draeko swiftly nodded his head, managing to beam up happily at the hound, who could only return the gesture by ruffling the already messy mint and pink colored hair strands. “Anything for you,”

Alistar smirked, his gaze fallen upon the little hybrid, almost lovingly. He could see exactly what the little mutt was up to, and it melted a thin layer of ice that had long encased his heart. Maybe there was more to this plane of existence than chaos. Maybe there was more to his existence, than chaos.

The End.

Author’s Notes: Aweeeeeeeee suh cute 🥹 Alistar’s secretly a softy for his best friend, and in turn, Drae as well. Cbwizckwh sorry if this wasn’t my best? Idk me and Geez wanted something cute so I hope ya’ll enjoyed 🥰 @aller-geez did the cover art and Owns Draeko as well as Kanai!

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Moth to Flame (Part II) [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 38 – Marital Bliss.

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18+, explicit smut read.

“I don’t think you know how much love and happiness you brought into my life. I don’t think you’re aware of how you changed me.” / “Then take me back inside and let me do whatever I want to you.”

1956 marks a year of happiness and prosperity for both the Corleone and Ferrari families, ending all tension from rival families and enemies. Recovering from your aftermath of Kay's attempt to kill your unborn son Vincent, how you and your family move on from months of tragedy are revealed. Giving birth to your third child, celebrating Connie and Leonardo's wedding and looking at the past six years of marriage with Michael, you enjoy the blissful moments in life with your family–unbeknownst of what the future has in store for you.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of domestic abuse / Mentions of trauma / Mentions & depictions of injury and blood / Childbirth mention / Heavy smut / Oral sex / Sloppy, rough sex / Brief lactation play.

[SUGGESTIONS]: Michael falls asleep after an orgasm / Brief lactation play.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: Moth to Flame Part II is finally here!! 🤩✨ The sequel of Moth to Flame following up with the last events of the fic (ignoring the 2 endings, of course) shows the recap of the Corleone and Ferrari families after everything they've been through. Michael and Victoria's story is far from over and tension will build with every chapter onwards. 💗 You guys aren't going to believe what happens, how and why, but all I can say for now is that Miss Victoria has some skeletons in her own closet she should have buried long ago, coming back to haunt her soon enough. 👀 I'm going to focus a lot on the love, intimacy, and domestic lifestyle of Michael and Victoria just as I am with the angst and drama yet to come. 🥰🤗 Want to be added to the tagslist and be notified on Tumblr whenever a new chapter is up? Click here & interact with the tagslist post!

1956. Your name is Victoria Ferrari Corleone, and you’re the wife of the most powerful mobster in North America–Michael Corleone. A lifestyle of crime and secrecy is all you've known and ever wanted to know, complimenting the cruelty of Michael Corleone's influence in the United States. With your enemies fallen before you and all loose ends tied up, you continue your life and marriage with the Corleone family while refusing to look back on your past. Yet it's the skeletons in your closet that a shine a light on revealing you're a true mafiosa. Ensnared in the shadows just as much as Michael is, you find yourself betrayed by the unexpected with all of your secrets ready to spill–especially ones you've hidden from Michael. With more than one pair of eyes watching your every move, you find yourself trapped amidst potential scandals and a familiar, lovesick secret admirer adamant on removing Michael out of the picture to have you all to himself. Like a moth to a flame, you've reached the point of no return and the light that breaks down the darkness threatens to take you next.

[ 1956, Corleone, Sicily ]

Connie can’t remember the last time she ever laughed so hard out of pure joy, let alone ever had tears of happiness spring from her eyes within the arms of her beloved. 

Before when Connie was held in another man’s arms, it wasn’t to feel love or warmth, but the attention she lacked growing up compared to her brothers and every other romantic relationship Connie ever had.

Although Connie knew throughout all that time that the men she was romantically involved with wouldn’t have looked twice her way if her last name wasn’t Corleone—signaling a stellar, wealthy reputation thanks to Connie’s father—and if Connie wasn’t as wealthy as she was, of course.

Still, the hole inside Connie’s heart longed for some kind of human connection, even if “love” couldn’t possibly be any further from how Connie felt or what she received and Connie felt herself spiraling out of control with her destructive, fast lifestyle spent drowning in bottles of French champagne and in luxury vehicles curled up to a new, but inevitably temporary lover.

It wasn’t that anyone particularly blamed Connie for how she wound up after Michael had her first husband Carlo Rizzi killed almost six years ago, but that everyone else—everyone except you—was directly responsible for it.

After Carlo’s sudden death, Connie let her anger loose, and her feelings consume her entirely. She hated Michael for killing her husband behind her back, citing she’d be alone and her children would grow up without their father or knowing who he was—especially Michael Francis who was just an infant in Connie’s arms at the time.

Michael couldn’t have cared less about Connie’s emotional state at the time and was beyond ever considering an inkling of kindness towards Carlo Rizzi’s name; he had to die so Michael killed him and that was that. No second chances, no second thoughts.

Connie was so used to being beaten, verbally abused, and manipulated without any other support or care in her life from anybody—friends or family alike—except for you, that she became helpless to Carlo’s abuse and had no other way to live.

Michael called Connie “hysterical” behind her back to you when Michael’s men escorted Connie out of his office after she had a mental breakdown about Carlo’s murder and became a single mother—screaming and blaming Michael for all her problems to come in the future and that he hadn’t thought of her.

In truth, nobody had thought of Connie except you and your older brother, Leonardo. You had been working on filing a discreet divorce for Connie that would ensure she’d keep all of her belongings, wealth, property, and children to her leaving Carlo nothing, but Michael’s decision to kill Carlo once and for all disrupted that to your surprise as well.

Before that, Leonardo forced himself to block out the sound of Carlo’s voice unless he was talking to Connie, and although he despised being in what he called “that street rat’s presence”, Leonardo talked himself into attending any social gathering where Connie and Carlo were bound to be, including visiting the Corleone estate when he could. 

Leonardo loved Connie from afar and he knew he couldn’t get close to her or let himself get tangled up in an affair with a married woman, but he knew he didn’t have to possess or own Connie in the way Carlo felt to, to express he loved her and convince himself he adored Connie. 

Still, Leonardo couldn’t stop himself from falling deeper in love with Connie and his healthy protective nature, kindness, and feelings for her continued to spark instantly whenever Leonardo had the chance to defend Connie from Carlo and ensure Carlo that Sonny wasn’t the only one ready to split Carlo’s jaw into two at any given moment.

“I’m thinkin’ after Christmas, at least.” Sonny swallowed down his food, gesturing with his fork. “At least then we can go.”

“Sonny, are you sure?” Connie frowned, seemingly nervous. “We probably shouldn’t discuss this right now—”

“Shut up, will ya?” Carlo narrowed his eyes at Connie, nudging her roughly with his elbow with enough force to send Connie’s spoon flying out of her hand and onto the floor.

There was less than a split second for everyone else at the table including Theresa, Tom, Sandra, Carmela, Lorenzo, and Alina to even react before Leonardo—who sat directly across from Connie—reacted before the temperamental Santino could.

“HEY.” Leonardo raised his voice so loud it caused Sandra and Alina to flinch. “Don’t you ever tell her to ‘shut up’ or lay a hand on her, do you understand?”

Carlo froze and stared back at Leonardo in shock, having not expected him to speak up let alone in such a forceful, angry voice. 

Connie blinked back her tears instantly, relieved in a way from Leonardo’s defense but just as surprised.

Sonny’s eyes darted from his sister to Carlo and back to Leonardo, remaining quiet to see how your brother would handle something Sonny may have already flipped the table over for. 

This time, Carmela didn’t speak up or whisper back, “don’t get involved”. She had no power to tell Leonardo Ferrari not to do something.

“Get her a new spoon.” Leonardo pointed at Carlo with his butter knife, growing impatient. “Go on, get up.”

“Relax, man,” Carlo muttered under his breath, trying to free himself of any further embarrassment by quickly rising from his seat and leaning over to pick up Connie’s spoon.

“I said get her a new spoon,” Leonardo corrected—his voice sharp and demanding. “I didn’t say pick it up from the floor.”

Sonny smirked, hiding his pleased expression behind the side of his hand. “You heard him, Carlo. Get my sister a new spoon before we have to get you a new limb.”

From the moment Carlo awkwardly left to retrieve a new spoon for Connie in the kitchen, lunch resumed itself quietly but Connie let her gratitude be known to her future husband then.

“Thank you,” she mouthed back to Leonardo, giving him a small smile.

It was the helpless look in Connie’s eyes that day, so bewildered someone stood up for her and actually made a difference to the regular abuse Connie was experiencing that planted the idea of having Carlo murdered even before Michael thought of it.

Leonardo respectfully continued to keep his distance from Connie because he knew if he had one moment alone with her, he may as well confess how he’s felt for the past year since he met Connie at your wedding, and he would quickly disregard if Connie was married or not.

Leonardo knew that was wrong, but what wasn’t wrong was subtly walking behind Connie in the kitchen after that incident at lunch and giving her arm where Leonardo saw Carlo harshly nudge a tender rub. 

Connie blushed when she looked back at Leonardo to see who was touching her, and Leonardo gave her a polite smile before he walked out of the kitchen without another word.

Just as you had believed you’d never forgive yourself if you stood by and let anyone be ridiculed or abused, Leonardo had the same philosophy. 

You were the only two who didn’t disregard Connie’s old or new lifestyle. You and Leonardo didn’t ridicule, judge, or treat Connie like she was a reckless child because you both knew and understood from witnessing it yourselves the kind of hell Connie lived in and how her everyday life was a nightmare being married to Carlo.

Carmela and Vito were old-fashioned, refusing to get involved in anyone’s marriage except for their own. 

When Connie had sobbed at her mother’s feet for help, Carmela stroked her hair and murmured that there was nothing she could do and that Connie would have to give it some time to adjust to her married life with Carlo who was still a little wild and reckless.

“Don’t get involved,” Carmela would say, raising her hand and interrupting Sonny who was otherwise the only person that stood up for his sister rather violently and physically towards Carlo.

“It’s your marriage, your husband. I cannot tell you what to do. You should have chosen a better spouse for your future,” was Vito’s only excuse before he’d shut down the conversation of ever getting involved in Connie’s marriage.

Part of the reason why Connie endured the abuse that she did was because her family did not support or help her when she needed them the most, and they disregarded her cries and complaints. Everyone except you and Leonardo left Connie alone and helpless.

Tom never spoke a word or even looked at Carlo or Connie in the eye when something happened and it was the same with Michael, Theresa, and Sandra. They simply let it be.

After Carlo’s murder and during the beginning of Connie’s next two failed, short marriages based on lust and riches, Connie let out her anger and her resentment for her family’s compliance with her abuse through her changed personality and new lifestyle.

Connie detested her parents for how they brushed her aside when she came home sobbing and complaining about Carlo, but her anger was mostly centered on Vito and Michael.

The reason behind Connie’s careless, petty attitude and erratic behaviors was just a way of getting back at both her brother and her father but the difference was that although Connie loved her father dearly and felt hurt by his inaction, she actually hated Michael for years and that hatred didn’t come to a slow end until 1955—until Leonardo.

Leonardo didn’t tell Connie she needed to change, he didn’t judge her, he didn’t talk down to her, he didn’t bring up her past or ridicule her, instead, he did what nobody else had ever done to Connie—love her unconditionally without hurting her.

Connie broke out of her shell and let herself become emotionally vulnerable again—ready to love—when she felt safe in Leonardo’s arms; when she knew he didn’t want her money or her reputation but all of her as his lover and a best friend instead.

Leonardo didn’t see Connie as a rebellious, angry woman who behaved immorally and irrationally. Instead, he saw a woman who was hurting, who was lashing out at the world and herself because she wasn’t loved and protected. 

Leonardo saw so much potential in Connie and wanted nothing but the best for her. Connie, simply put, was the light of Leonardo’s life and it didn’t take him very long at all to know he wanted to marry Connie.

Instead of striking her in the face like Carlo did when she cried, Leonardo laid down for hours with Connie in his arms as he soothed her and let her cry all of her pain and trauma out. 

Leonardo didn’t seek to let his reassurance start and end with words—he was adamant about showing Connie how he felt and how he would treat her with his actions instead.

Connie longer was being thrown to the floor, sobbing and holding up her arms to defend herself from an abusive husband knowing nobody could hear her screams or even want to come to help her. Instead, she was laughing and crying tears of happiness in her fiancee’s arms, laying in the very flower fields Giuseppe had been in with Ludovica when he proposed to her too.

Connie’s hands were no longer shaking from fear and anxiety, but she was proudly extending her left hand out to show the dazzling tear-shaped, diamond engagement ring Leonardo had just proposed to her moments ago.

When Leonardo thought of his future, he first thought of Connie, and his proposal to her in Sicily within the same spot his father proposed to his mother in 1920 only reaffirmed Leonardo’s dedication and love to Connie.

“Yes, yes, YES!” Connie squeals, her heart racing in her chest from excitement as her new fiancée peppers loving kisses all over her cheeks.

“I love you, Constanzia,” Leonardo grins, smiling through the next kiss he plants over his fiancee’s lips. “I love you and only you.”

Connie cups Leonardo’s face with both of her hands, unable to wipe the beaming smile over her lips. “And I love you more than you could ever know, Leo.”

Marriage to Leonardo Ferrari aside, the love that blossomed between Connie and Leonardo could split mountains into two, and it didn’t take a proposal plan for Leonardo to love and take care of Connie’s two sons Victor and Michael Francis like they were his own, which only made Connie fall even more in love with Leonardo.

Connie felt it inside of her heart that this would be her last marriage—one with meaning, love, trust, and healthy communication. She’d be marrying her soulmate, and that’s exactly what she did.

[ March 1956 ]

Spring is welcomed to the Corleone and Ferrari families getting together once more with wedding bells ringing amongst everyone.

The unexplainable sadness of Connie thinking she will never experience a joyous wedding again and go home to a loving man who wouldn’t hurt her regardless of who she marries died this very morning and instead, filled her heart with love.

Wearing a wedding dress for the second time in her life and on her fourth marriage after eloping on the spot the other three times, there’s no end to the lavishness and luxury to be seen in Connie’s wedding today.

From the place the wedding is held to the font on the invitations, Leonardo’s ensured that this very day wouldn’t be incomplete whatsoever and that not only will his new bride have everything she’s ever dreamed of within it, but so much more—ready to have her last name changed to Ferrari.

All notions of bad memories are avoided as instead of holding the wedding in the courtyard of the Corleone estate in Staten Island, it’s held in Long Island at the Ferrari manor with double the guests, the best Italian band in New York, and excitement all around.

Over the past year and some, Connie’s made more friends than she can count through Leonardo’s colleagues and associates, also including your sisters-in-law, their cousins, and so forth meaning today not only will familiar faces from Connie’s wedding to Carlo show, but also dozens and dozens more that are new.

Simply counting the Corleone and Ferrari family including the wives and children of your brothers and Michael’s, there are easily over fifty people alone amidst the two hundred invited guests.

The only difference in the guest lists and invitations this time around is that Lucy Mancini is excluded and specifically so for reasons that speak loud and clear when it comes to Sonny.

If Connie or anyone else had thought her first wedding with Carlo was crowded, today makes the past look like a blessing.

Connie and Leonardo’s wedding in the Ferrari courtyard is crowded enough, but not in a way where you’d lose track of Michael and the twins or struggle to breathe amidst a crowd. 

The courtyard of your childhood home is now lit up, decorated with twinkling lights, fresh flower arrangements, a private hired photographer taking photographs of guests at the gazebo, a buffet table with full waiter service, and the wedding altar in the center of the courtyard where a Sicilian priest—the same one at your wedding with Michael—remains ready to officiate the wedding.

Refusing any similarities to her past wedding, Connie’s chosen lilac over light pink for her bridesmaids which also includes you and little Verona wearing matching dresses.

While you and the other girls dress in lilac and white, Niccolo and the rest of the younger boys wear full white suits.

Connie’s opted for a much fancier, puffier ball gown type dress that bear no resemblance to her first wedding dress—especially considering she had it custom tailored to her with every specialization she wanted. 

Matching her wedding veil headpiece are lilacs and white roses carefully affixed to the piece, complimenting the bride who has a contagious, warm smile on her face.

Your brother Leonardo on the other hand is dressed in a three-piece, classic black and white suit with a white rose tucked into his front breast pocket; a flower with symbolism through its color dedicating unwavering loyalty and faithfulness to his bride.

From the moment the wedding preparations and planning began, you, Sandra, Deanna, and Theresa were already over the moon at the concept, let alone knowing you’d all pitch in to help too.

Now still jittery with excitement and with the muscles in your face sore from smiling so much, you patiently stand next to the altar where Connie will be with Verona and the girls.

Leonardo already stands in place at the wedding altar, clasping his arms in front of him and looking down the aisle, awaiting his bride.

As a soft, wedding melody begins to play out from the band, the crowd remains quiet and all eyes remain down the aisle where Connie steps into—her arm linked with Vito who walks his daughter down. 

Carmela instantly squeezes her eyes shut for a moment—her emotions overwhelming her as tears prickle in her eyes, but she isn’t the only one.

You notice a tear escapes Leonardo’s eyes at the sight of his beautiful bride—all perfect moments captured by the numerous photographers nearby.

For Leonardo, seeing the sight of Connie in a stunning wedding dress going to meet him and become his wife in mere moments instead of the sight of her bruised and sobbing in his arms heals every ache in Leonardo’s heart that he ever had.

“Wow,” you hear Verona whisper to herself as she gazes at her aunt’s wedding dress.

As Connie and Vito grow closer to the front of the altar, you begin to struggle to hold back your tears too.

Just across from you and behind Leonardo at the altar are in order standing side by side: your father, Michael, Lorenzo, Alessio, Matteo, and Dante.

You swear to yourself for a moment that you can make out a small, faint smile on Michael’s lips as he sees his sister approach, seeing Connie happier than she’s ever been in her life.

“You may now be seated,” the priest speaks out to the guests who’ve all been up on their feet since Connie and Vito were seen.

Vito kisses both of Connie’s cheek before making his way to Giuseppe’s side of the altar just as the wedding ceremony begins to commence.

Leonardo and Connie if anything is doing nothing but smiling at one another, now directly in front of each other with the wedding veil over Connie’s face.

“Dear guests and family,” the priest begins, “we are gathered here today to witness this man and woman join together in holy matrimony.” His gaze lingers over Connie and Leonardo. “Constanzia and Leonardo, your marriage will be a lifelong promise to respect, love, and honor one another through all—the good, the bad, and the unexpected in this life. This union will represent the commitment and love you have for one another as you promise to share your dreams and lives as one.” 

“I don’t think there’s been a moment in my life after I met you that I didn’t love you. I always have. It just had to be you after all this time. I don’t care anymore.”

“Leonardo, please repeat after me.” The priest directs his attention to Leonardo who picks up a gold wedding band off of a velvet pillow placed at the center of the altar. “I take you to be my wedded wife.”

“I don’t think you know how much love and happiness you brought into my life. I don’t think you’re aware of how you changed me.”

“I take you to be my wedded wife,” Leonardo says to Connie, sliding the wedding band over Connie’s finger as she extends her hand to him. “To have and hold from this day forward, till death do us part.”

“Constanzia,” the priest now looks upon her, “please repeat after me. I take you to be my wedded husband.”

“I don’t want to ask you this but I have to. I have to. Please, just tell me the truth and only that. Will you ever hurt me?”

“I take you to be my wedded husband,” Connie speaks, keeping her eyes over Leonardo’s and continuing to repeat the words. “To have and hold from this day forward, till death do us part.”

“I will never hurt you. I swear on my life I’d rather see the worst of harm come to me before any even think of getting to you.”

Connie takes the second gold wedding band off the pillow and gently places it over Leonardo’s finger as the priest says, “now, please join hands.”

As Connie and Leonardo do so, you and Michael make split-second eye contact throughout the ceremony, causing you to blush a little.

“Leonardo Ferrari, do you take Constanzia Corleone to be your wife?” The priest asks Leonardo.

“I do,” Leonardo says firmly, causing Connie’s eyes to begin to prickle with tears.

“And Constanzia Corleone, do you take Leonardo Ferrari to be your husband?” The priest asks Connie next.

“I do,” Connie answers—her heart racing in her chest from excitement.

The priest then begins a prayer in Sicilian, blessing the newly wedded couple before nodding at them and officiating the ceremony. “Ciò che Dio unisce, nessuno lo separi. Con il potere che mi è stato conferito, ora vi dichiaro marito e moglie.” (What God joins together, let no one put asunder. With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.)

Instantly, Leonardo pulls the wedding veil off of Connie’s face and back to her hair, leaning in and pressing a deep, loving kiss over his new wife’s lips.

Connie practically melts in Leonardo’s loving embrace as cheers, applause, and more tears break out—the Italian band now playing an upbeat and lively tune for the rest of the wedding festivities to start.

Arms linked with one another, Connie giggles as she and Lorenzo walk down the aisle with Sonny and Lorenzo’s children throwing white and pink rose petals at their feet.

You, Verona, and the girls rush to the end of the aisle to see Connie as more photographers snap images of the newly wedded couple walking down.

“Here we go!” Connie exclaims, stopping for a moment and then tossing the pink and white rose bouquet in her hands behind her.

Hands and arms flail wildly not just from the guests but also the bridesmaids when the exception of you and Sandra grab at the bouquet only for it to miss every hand up in the air and land down.

The crowd diverts to look and see where the bouquet landed and see little Verona jumping up and down as she clutches the bouquet in her hands. “I got it, I got it!”

You laugh, rushing up to hug your daughter as more photographs are taken and “awws” can be heard from the guests. 

“I want them taken here,” Vito gestures to the photographers to prepare for official family photos next, calling out for all of you too.

Before you can turn back to get Michael’s attention, you let out a gentle gasp to feel his hands over your hips as Niccolo stands next to him—already one step ahead of you.

“I’m here, darling,” Michael speaks softly, taking your hand. “Come, we’ll get right next to the bride and the groom.”

“Alright,” you blush and follow with Verona, standing as close to Connie and Leonardo as the two of you can get with such a crowded family, all eager to be in a very long shot.

Michael keeps his hand over Niccolo’s shoulder as you do the same to Verona, only missing Vincent in your heart but knowing since he’s just a little baby that not only getting in the middle of such a crowd be a risk but so would the blaring music amidst the hustle and bustle of the wedding.

With fifty family members taken in the first photo, you all begin to disperse a bit until the next photograph is taken with just Connie, Leonardo, Giuseppe, Carmela, and Vito.

Of course, plenty of photographs of just the bride and the groom standing before the wedding décor and splendor are snapped moments after, and only then does Connie get to join her bridesmaids and Leonardo to greet his closest friends and brothers.

But before any of you can get close to Connie or get a word with her, your eyes widen in surprise to see Connie turn on her heel and rush into Michael’s direction instead—instantly striking his attention.

Michael raises his brows to see his sister running up into his arms with her hands up in the air, embracing Michael for the first time in almost seven years. “Michael!”

Being the Don of the family, Michael was quick to give Connie his blessing for her marriage to Leonardo which would also mark the first time since Vito’s retirement that Connie would ever ask Michael for such a thing. 

Within the first year of your marriage to Michael, you practically witnessed Connie and Michael’s relationship crumble down to nothing but being disregarded as hysterical on Michael’s behalf and ignored with hated and pettiness from Connie.

Of course, as the years went on, Connie was able to stand being in Michael’s presence more often and stopped disregarding her brother’s influence, wealth and power when it began to impact her and the family in ways she couldn’t ignore, but you also knew you couldn’t fix their relationship even if you tried.

You managed to have Connie and Michael stay civil with one another and when convincing Connie to go on family trips with you and be at the Lake Tahoe compound more often throughout the years, the cold rift between the siblings began to gradually subside with some good change.  

The photographers don’t miss a moment of the siblings reuniting, and Michael hugs his sister back tightly, telling her, “congratulazioni, Connie,” when they pull away.

Giggling happily, Connie plants a loving kiss over Michael’s cheek as Leonardo approaches, shaking Michael’s hand firmly with a smile of respect and appreciation over his lips.

As the wedding celebration continues and you rejoin with the twins and Michael at your side, waiters continue serving up an abundance of refreshments including cocktails with very low alcohol content, more kinds of pastries and cakes than you can count and there’s something to do for each and every guest.

The guests are either occupied with dancing near the band’s set up stage or taking photographs by the gazebo whereas others pick all they can eat from the buffet and enjoy their meals over a hearty conversation at their reserved tables. Others are in line to speak with Connie and Leonardo, wanting to take some photographs with them and congratulate them as well.

Giuseppe and Vito excuse themselves from talking to guests to move towards the VIP reserved tables of the other Dons, thanking them for coming and sitting down to enjoy a drink or two.

“Congratulations Vito and Giuseppe,” Don Cuneo grins, shaking both of their hands at the same time, “but I think Vito has the short end of the stick here as since it’s his daughter’s wedding again, he can expect to hear more petitions and offers from his guests!”

As Michael remains seated at his and your reserved table with the twins, enjoying refreshments, you spring out of your seat to hug Connie tightly with Sandra and Theresa, knowing you’re not going to have much of her attention today with such a demanding and loving crowd.

“Congratulations, sweetheart!” You beam, taking both of Connie’s hands in yours and seeing her wedding band right above her diamond engagement ring. 

“Thank you, honey! Mwah!” Connie gives your cheek a kiss as Theresa admires her sister-in-law’s dress and makeup whereas Sandra’s excited about all the wedding gifts Connie and Leonardo are bound to receive today.

“Remind you of anything?” Michael’s velvety voice speaks up as you approach your table again, smoothening out your dress.

“How could it not?” You instantly feel your cheeks flare up with blush. “I could never forget.”

“Mhmm,” Michael reaches over to take your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of it before gently tugging you over to him to peck a kiss over your lips. “And neither could I.”

Security around the courtyard for Connie’s wedding on the other hand may be considered excessive to some, but your family has always been known for doubling and tripling guards on and off, especially to keep away outside media attention just in case.

Bouncers by each entrance and exit make sure nobody who isn’t explicitly invited gets in or out without good reason—ensuring everything runs smoothly and safety isn’t an issue.

The silent tension with security surrounding the Ferri estate walls can’t compare with the festivities ongoing within the courtyard now with Clemenza linking an arm with Tom and dancing in the middle of a crowd with one another.

Sonny laughs, clapping and cheering with the crowd for the two to go faster knowing Clemenza’s dancing moves only ever reveal themselves after he’s had enough red wine.

“Which one would you like?” Over at your reserved table, Michael points at the three selections of cannoli on a platter to Verona. “The pistachio one?”

“Yes, please.” Verona beams, dangling her legs off her seat as Michael carefully adds a cannoli to her plate. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Me too, me too, please!” Niccolo exclaims, unable to reach past all the plates and silverware on the table with Verona.

“Ooh, don’t forget to try the chocolate chip one too. Grandma made it.” You say, adding one piece each to both Verona and Niccolo’s plate. “There you go—”

“Hey, hey,” Sonny grins, making his way over to the table and patting Michael’s shoulder. “I thought I’d find you all here instead of where you should be—enjoying yourselves at the dance. Vic,” Sonny glances at you, pinching your cheek playfully. “Not gonna save some cannoli for the rest of us?”

 “Hello, Santino.” Michael raises his glass of water up to his lips as Sonny smooches both cheeks of the twins, ecstatic to greet their uncle as always.

“Is the cannoli and dancing helping distract you from missing a certain somebody here?” You tease Sonny, referring to Lucy Mancini’s obvious absence. 

“The only thing I could miss here is more wine, honey.” Sonny straightens out his posture, tightening his tie. “Nothing else to miss when your baby sister is as happy as she is.”

“I know.” You can’t help but smile, seeing Connie and Leonardo just a short distance away at their own table, receiving gifts from guests next to security.

“Well,” Sonny clears his throat and grins at you and Michael, “I don’t about you two but I’m taking a break running after all the kids—no matter what Sandra wants. Are you guys gonna join the dance or what?”

“Dance?” You peek up, noticing couples already beginning to slow dance to the change of music on the band’s stage. “Oh, yes. I’d love to.” Your eyes instantly dart to Michael next for confirmation.

Even the twins stare at you and Michael expectantly as their father is the first to rise, extending a hand out to you. “Nothing you’d miss for the world. Come.”

“Don’t tease me,” you blush, lacing a hand with Michael and getting out of your seat. “Maybe you wouldn’t either.”

Sonny grazes his tongue over the front of his teeth, watching Michael lead you towards the center of the courtyard where the dance takes place; noticing his brother’s grip on you is gentle yet possessive. 

As soon as your father’s aware there’s a slow dance ongoing, he takes his seat next to Don Cuneo and Don Stracci, watching Carmela and Vito join one another for a dance with a smile on his lips.

It’s not difficult for Giuseppe to remember his own wedding over thirty years ago when he married your mother—Ludovica—in the 1920s when the only thing that followed them overhead through their first couples’ dance was the Sicilian stars in the sky. 

With your mother’s passing almost two years ago, remembering her loss becomes all the more bittersweet to Giuseppe who knows he would have loved to dance with her today too.

“Hey, Mikey!” Tom chuckles, dancing with Theresa near the two of you. “Good for both of you to join!”

“Come on, come on!” Before you can greet Tom back, you hear Sandra groaning in annoyance and tugging on Sonny’s hand to drag him over to the dancefloor. “Be romantic for once in your life, please!”

“I am baby, I am!” Sonny smirks, exchanging a glance with Michael and you before joining Sandra in a dance.

“This is what’s to be expected,” Michael turns back to face you with a soft sigh of annoyance, “with these two at least.”

“Please,” you hold back your giggles, very much so amused in your husband’s embrace. “They’re the life of the party. What would we do without them?”

Michael’s just about to answer you before the two of you break out into chuckles; just being able to see a smile on Michael’s lips is enough to send your heart racing into a frenzy amidst a lovely slow dance with each other. 

“Mommy’s dress is so pretty,” Verona comments to her brother, watching you dance with Michael. “She loves daddy a lot.”

“Yeah,” Niccolo agrees, seeing Michael kiss your cheek, “mama and daddy really love each other. Just like cannoli.”

While Leonardo and security continue to receive more presents which are carefully taken inside and under watch, Connie greets more friends and family by her table with her silk bridal purse already halfway filled up with envelopes of cash. 

From the very moment Connie opened up her bridal purse, she felt an instant sense of anxiety hit her knowing she had received about $25,000 in cash gifts alone when she married Carlo, only for him to beat her for it, steal it all and waste it on prostitutes and alcohol just weeks later.

However, Connie notices Leonardo doesn’t care about her bridal purse nor does he comment or barely look at it. Leonardo’s only concern is making small talk with the guests, giving affection to Connie here and there when they can help it, and ensuring the happiness of his new wife.

The amount and kind of gifts Connie receives for herself let alone for the both of them could hardly concern Leonardo, who wants it all for Connie anyway.

The only thing the hired photographers don’t take pictures of at the wedding is that of the crime Dons at their tables or with anyone else—completely forbidden to do so for obvious reasons, but the photographers also don’t capture the fact that the whisper Sonny murmurs in Esther’s ear causes both of them to get up from their seats and head back towards the compound.

As you rest your chin over Michael’s shoulder already entranced in the scent of his cologne and aftershave, your loving gaze quickly twists to concern when you spot Sonny and Esther sneaking off inside of the compound with one another. ‘Oh, great…’

“All eyes are on you, baby if you haven’t noticed,” Michael speaks out, kissing your cheek again.

“Us, more or less.” You wink playfully at Michael, pulling back to face him. “Have you seen yourself, Don Corleone?”

Michael gives you an amused look, only momentarily distracted to hear a pair of guests and some couples greet the two of you, waving. “Hello Michael, Victoria!”

“Hello!” You wave back with a smile as Michael gives an acknowledging nod.

“See?” Michael presses his forehead gently against yours. “Nothing has truly changed,” he refers back to the memory of your wedding with him almost seven years ago.

“Except now I get to do this more often,” you mumble against Michael’s lips, giving him a kiss but find yourself instantly flushing red out of embarrassment once it prompts some “oohs” and “aahs” from the nearby crowd.

“Don’t tempt me to take you inside,” Michael ignores the attention of the nearby crowd.

“But we can’t,” you hold back your laughter, knowing it’s definitely not funny but you didn’t know what you expected with Sonny today. “Sonny already took Esther inside.”

“You’re joking.” Sternness hits Michael’s expression once more before forming into sheer disappointment. “You saw them go inside?”

“I saw Sonny whisper his magic words into her ears and she came skipping behind him right away.” You nod, confirming. 

“Great,” Michael sighs deeply. “I can make a mental note to avoid that washroom for the next little while.”

“Grandma, grandma!” You and Michael hear the twins calling out as they rush towards the stage, tugging on their grandmother’s sleeve. “Can we hear it? Please, please!”

“Grandma, sing for us, please!” Verona giddily jumps up and down around Carmela who all smiles, unable to deny her grandchildren’s request, especially after all those lullabies throughout the years.

“Yes, please, grandma!” Niccolo insists, “Auntie Connie loves this song!”

“Alright, alright!” Carmela playfully pinches both of the twins' cheeks, gesturing up to the microphone. “I’ll give it a try, but my vocal skills are a little rusty!”

“Nooooo!” Verona gasps dramatically, “grandma has the prettiest singing voice ever!”

“The band should hire them,” Michael jokes to you about the twins. 

“So they can charge in cannoli instead? Very convincing.” You watch as the twins remain close to the both of you by the stage, watching their grandmother stand before the microphone.  

“Va bene, ci siamo! Per mia figlia e il nostro nuovo sposo!” (Alright, here we go! For my daughter and our new groom!) Carmela claps her hands, signalling to the band for the change of song to Luna Mezzo Mare. “C'è 'na luna mezz'u mare, mamma mia m'a maritare!”

“You know the children have always said how special they wanted to make this day for Connie,” you tell Michael with a smile. “Their effort is really telling.”

“They’re selfless,” Michael nods, wrapping an arm over your waist and pulling you closer to him. “And almost as optimistic as you—two traits they got from their mother.”

“Figlia mia a cu te dare! Mamma mia pensace tu!” Carmela continues as the twins sing along with her.

Before you can respond to Michael, your eyes widen in surprise to hear loud hoots and cheers from the crowd that disperses to show Leonardo embracing Connie in his arms bridal style and dipping her down dramatically while kissing her over the mouth.

At the Ferrari family table, Lorenzo chuckles at the sight and takes a sip of his champagne. “The family heartthrob, isn’t he?”

“What a showoff.” Matteo rolls his eyes.

“Ah, stop your complaining and let him do what his heart desires,” Alessio nudges his brother, clapping with the crowd. “It’s his wedding day after all.”

“Just in time, baby.” With your free hand still laced with Michael’s, you gesture over to the ten-tier vanilla and coconut cake frosted in lilac and pink food coloring being brought over to the buffet table by five waiters—already prompting more excited squeals for the crowd.

“You know, I’ve come to appreciate your brother more and more over the years,” Michael comments, watching as the cake is carefully set down. “Although I thought Connie could end the turmoil in her life if she avoided more romantic endeavors for the next little while, and yet… This is what’s best for her.”

“She’s still a hopeless romantic deep down, you know?” You smile shyly at Michael, both watching as Connie and Leonardo are photographed now holding the knife to cut the cake together. “It’s the hurt and anger inside of her we were so used to seeing.”

“Mm.” Michael agrees, walking towards the middle of the crowd with you and the twins skipping around but remaining close to the both of you. 

“All three of us have that.” You say, being able to see the first slice of cake cut by the newly wedded couple. “All being hopeless romantics.”

“That was one of the first I knew about you when we met,” Michael reminds you, squeezing your hand, “that you were a hopeless romantic.”

“You’re reminding me of everything since we met today, hmm?” Your cheeks flare scarlet with blush, feeling butterflies swarming in your stomach as you rest your head over Michael’s shoulder. “Tease.”

“It’s only because I think about you all the time.” Michael sneaks a kiss over your cheek as both of you watch the newlywed couple feed each other their first bite of cake, illuminated almost entirely by photography cameras snapping to capture the perfect, romantic moment.

Six hours in and with the sun beginning to melt into the horizon, the end of Connie and Leonardo’s wedding comes with a father-daughter dance shared between Connie and Vito.

Vito if anything has no concerns or suspicions regarding his new son-in-law and is proud of Connie for picking herself back up—finding happiness and continuing on, but perhaps still oblivious to the help he could have given his daughter during Connie’s first marriage.

Connie hasn’t spent this much time with her father in a very long time—long enough that she’s unable to recall the last time herself.

The band has cleared enough room over the central stage they were performing in for the dance as the family gathered by the front row before the other guests.

Excitement and pure joy melt into sheer emotion as Connie’s eyes swell up with tears at the sight of her father approaching Connie with a warm smile.

Vito embraced his daughter lovingly before the two began to dance to one last sweet melody, and the heartache she shared because of her father’s disregard over her marriage is shared with you, Leonardo, and just about everyone else in the family explicitly aware of it.

Connie’s emotions stir inside of her because of how angry she’d been towards Vito for the past six years, but this very dance between the two of them is Connie’s forgiveness. 

From crying in your car and begging you to help her get a divorce to throwing her head back in laughter all the time and marrying the man of her dreams who just happens to be your brother, you struggle to hold back your own tears.

“I wish you a lifetime of happiness with Leonardo,” Michael had told Connie when she came to ask for his blessing to marry. “You deserve it.”

~

1949—the year that you married Michael—was tumultuous, to begin with. Tensions with the Barzinis and Tattaglias were high enough since 1946 but the Ricci family entering the midst of trouble only fanned the flames that threatened to get out of control.

Vito was semi-retired, somewhat playing in the hands of his enemies at the time, and Michael of all people was more than well suited to let his father’s weak promises die out with his title of Don. 

Yet another potential mob war had lingered on the horizon but the crime families were essentially waiting for it to break out from the Corleone’s first—Michael after all had plenty of reasons to seek revenge and he would over time and when it was least expected.

By the time you were just a few months pregnant with the twins, power was in Michael’s hands almost exclusively, no matter how much the other crime families may have wanted to deny it back then.

Michael’s intelligence and cunning in running the mafia for the last six years was and is always going to be a stark contrast to his brothers—always hasty to act and insisting on having the last word.

And before you and Michael had left for your honeymoon when Michael newly became Don Corleone, Tom was no longer the family consigliere either which did break his heart.

Michael believes Vito to be the best possible consigliere the family could have for the time being, especially around potential war times, and Tom would still remain the family lawyer.

It wasn’t until you and the family made the official move to Lake Tahoe that Michael had made Tom the official consigliere of the family again—when all of Michael’s enemies were killed off one by one meaning there’d be no room or voices to be raised to start retaliation, let alone another mob war.

Despite getting married and spending your entire pregnancy through such a year of tension, it never bothered you. You had of course lived through such tension your entire life and knew they could last years at a time too.

Everything you were seeing unravel around you as Michael’s new bride wasn’t foreign, but your expected relief was delayed due to the infamous Alphonse Ricci and there was still your ex-best friend Kay and her obsessive, petty behaviors to worry about.

Kay may have just been the only person you knew who continued to deny and defy the reality around her, living out of delusion and simply refusing to move on. 

Considering the two of you were best friends but in the end, realizing not as close as you thought you could have been with Kay, you were disgusted at the things she was saying and trying to do over Michael.

Regardless of Kay, you and Michael would still have to fight for each other and not over one another throughout the years, especially when Alphonse Ricci’s main intention was to have Michael permanently removed from your life.

Until the end of 1955, the word “tension” could describe almost everything, but the good has always outweighed the bad and in almost every case—the expected.

You never could have thought to yourself back then that even after Michael killed Moe Greene, began his expansion of the hotel and casino industry in Nevada, blackmailed a senator, killed Johnny Ola, Hyman Roth, Alphonse Ricci, and even his own brother that the one person you didn’t see coming to take your life was Kay. There was always still Kay.

You hit your own breaking point when you killed Kay out of self defense, but you didn’t make it back home without a knife wedged into the side of your stomach as Kay missed, trying to kill your baby and hopefully also you in the process.

Again, Alphonse Ricci’s requests had entangled more than just his own capos and buttonmen but also got to Kay. 

It seemed “tension” didn’t come alone. It was like a hydra with all of its heads that needed to be snuffed out at the same time and Kay was the one that you and Michael had missed.

Even as you made it back to the compound in time to get medical attention, you kept the knife inside of you to prevent as much bleeding as possible.

Still, the pain of feeling the sharpness of that knife prickle inside of you was exquisite; the wound itself hot to the touch and burning inside of you.

You could care less about yourself at that moment because all your mind did was scream about your baby.

Luckily, you were rushed to the hospital on time and safely—getting into emergency surgery in which although you didn’t lose much blood, Michael was there to give you some of his anyway being the same blood type and ensuring on all accounts you would be okay and are okay.

It was confirmed the knife missed the baby and any major organs inside of you, which was the first time Michael felt relief all day. 

Although the knife was completely shoved inside of you, it was safely removed and your wound was stitched up. 

You remained in the hospital for a week, recovering well with your baby still being perfectly healthy and it also provided just the right amount of time to come up with some sort of explanation to the twins who also came to visit you at the hospital.

A convincing story of you having an accident in the woods where you fell down on a very sharp branch was believed pretty much instantly, and of course, telling two six-yar-olds that their father’s ex-girlfriend who was still in love with their daddy came to murder their baby sibling and you with him was not an option.

A week after when you returned home, your family flew in from New York and stayed at the Lake Tahoe compound for an additional week to be by your side.

Dr. Katherine monitored you often throughout the day, but it was Michael’s own monitoring of overprotectiveness that you always felt grateful for since then he rarely let you out of his sight and tripled security just in case.

You enjoyed all that extra Michael time as your wound healed and your pregnancy progressed, and you didn’t feel annoyed or pressured to do anything else but relax by your husband’s side and just focus on getting better.

Michael has always wanted nothing but the best for you and the children, and it wasn’t until a month later when you were completely healed that Michael was no longer worrying about you rupturing stitches or catching an infection in your wound.

You were, however, expecting Michael to be overly cautious at least a month after your baby’s birth too when you’re recovering from the aftermath of it, which only reminded you then one of the many things you loved about Michael being a father. 

Michael’s care knew no end and even if he was expecting his first or tenth baby with you, he accepted the fact any and every birth would be a huge shift to his daily routines and life in general.

Michael also knew it took a lot out of your body physically and exhausted you mentally during your pregnancy and after too, when your body was still expelling fluids and you weren’t feeling your best.

Michael’s patience, care, and understanding were strong and there all the time. It was genuine and you knew it, blushing whenever you heard him murmur how good motherhood looked on you and how he kissed your forehead when you sat to breastfeed your babies while thanking you for giving him, children.

Michael knows you’re not a baby-making machine and will never treat you like one. He’s always wanted to deserve fatherhood and because of his effort and love exclusive to you—his family and his wife—your lives would continue on perfectly normal and even better with no loose ends, no worries, no tension—just you, Michael, and your children in 1956 and onward.

~

When you say Michael is the love of your life and your one and only, it’s no exaggeration. 

You’ve been madly in love with Michael since you first laid eyes on him and even then you knew he would change your whole life and future for the better. 

You’ve never associated Michael with the bad, knowing he’s never put you or the children's lives intentionally in danger and would give up his life first.

Those who called Michael cruel, cold, and a monster couldn’t be farther from the truth. Michael is and always was emotionally vulnerable and open with you and your children.

A smile or laugh here and there may be rare, but Michael’s never been distant to you or the twins. 

Michael’s warmth and affection towards his family make him seem like someone else compared to those outside of it may say, and it’s all the more special for you to know this is just for you and the children.

You always keep a variety of photographs and portraits of Michael, the children, and your family, but your favorite photograph of Michael to date is one you were lucky enough to take yourself.

You had snapped the photograph in the winter of 1956 earlier this year where you, Michael, and the twins had gone out for a walk around the lake. 

Michael was dressed in his black fedora and a khaki overcoat, otherwise wearing a three-piece, black suit underneath and just when Michael had turned to smile at the twins, you caught the perfect photograph of him doing so in focus. 

Needless to say, the photograph of Michael is a prize to you and the twins who’re just as aware their father rarely smiles, let alone ever for the camera if he can help it.

“Yeah, yeah?” You giggled as Niccolo and Verona both snuggled your arms on the couch and peeked at the framed photograph in your hands. “See what I mean?”

As bewildered as the twins were over the very photograph existing in your hands, to begin with, they also looked at you with happy little smiles on their faces as you kissed the portrait and hugged it to your chest.

Just a small smile over Michael’s lips is enough to send your heart racing in your chest—loving and admiring every inch of your husband.

“I’m starting to think photography might just be on your hidden talents, darling.” Michael chuckled when you held out the newly framed photograph in front of him with the twins proudly. “And you framed it too.”

“Of course I did!” Your cheeks flare up with blush as you laugh, “how could I not?”

“Are you going to frame every smile you capture in a photograph?” Michael crossed his arms, asking you in a teasing tone.

“If it’s yours, yes.” You gazed up at him. “We might just run out of picture frames if I can get more!”

“Alright, so be it.” Surprising all three of you again unexpectedly, Michael grinned before he burst out into laughter and shook his head at the idea.

That there was your husband—Michael’s warmth, his love, all of his selflessness and affection including all of his rare smiles and laughs were for his wife and children only.

~

[ 3 Weeks After Baby Vincent’s Birth ]

“My baby boy,” Michael murmured, holding newborn, baby Vincent in his arms next to you in the nursery. “Incredible what we went through just to have him with us.”

“Mm,” you glanced up at Michael with a smile, rested your head over your husband’s shoulder, and watched Vincent reach out his tiny hands, cooing. 

During the first three months of welcoming a newborn and especially your first pregnancy in which you had twins, Michael’s always been adamant about making more and more time to spend with you and the newborn over everything else.

Michael’s never been a distant father, to begin with—taking after some of Vito’s parenting style despite all of his responsibilities to the family and “the business” that he has. 

Having Michael curled up with you on the couch in the nursery—dressed down in slacks and a white beater top, completely casual, relaxed and at home wanting to do nothing more than bond with his newborn son and you.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” A faint smile lingered over Michael’s lips.

“Absolutely,” you let Vincent grab your pinky finger with his entire hand, holding onto it loosely. “He’s our perfect little angel.”

“Gets it from his mother.” Michel leaned down, gently kissing Vincent’s forehead.

You couldn’t stop the smile growing over your face at Michael’s words and his gentle nature towards baby Vincent, admiring his newborn son and feeling as if Michael’s experiencing first-time fatherhood all over again.

Regardless of all the hardship, pain, and loss you endured in many other ways while pregnant with Vincent, his healthy birth marks the promise and continuation of happiness and love again in your family. 

The fact that you and Michael are able to hold your baby son safe and sound in your arms only proves that Michael and you have always pushed past everything in the way of your marriage and your family. 

[ Present Day, + 3 months, 1956 ]

Michael never believed himself to be able to fall in love the way he’s in love with you, nor did he think it was possible after everything he’d been through. 

Returning home from the war only to enter another one of sorts led Michael to believe any true prospect of “love” was forbidden to him after Apollonia’s death in Sicily—that everything he’d come close to and begin to love would burn out because of him.

Michael played with fire when he met you and you both decided to marry one another but not in the sense of risk or potential danger. Rather, Michael had met his match within his new lifestyle and all of his inner desires.

Michael has a deep lasting passionate love for you that’s never been past the “honeymoon phase”. It’s possessive, but kind, caring, and needy just the way that you’ve always loved Michael back

The lasting healthy love between you and Michael throughout these past years of marriage is lit by a mutual flame, dancing with desire.

Michael can’t and won’t compare you to his previous lovers—Kay and Apollonia. Michael couldn’t do so even if he wished to, as you were no replacement or “another” woman to him, and Michael couldn’t compare the love and trust he had for you to anything or anyone else because you were his first in that regard.

Michael wouldn’t look either Kay or Apollonia in the eye if you had walked into his life first, only reminding Michael that his previous lovers were based on lust and a desire for independence. You on the other hand are everything to Michael.

“Come on, come on!” You grin playfully, holding little Vincent up in your arms as he reaches out his chubby hands to pop the bubbles in the air.

“He’s gonna catch the big ones first!” Verona attempts to wave her hands up to sway the direction of the wind towards the bubbles. “Make them really big!”

Niccolo takes in a deep breath, blowing out more bubbles for his baby brother to catch, causing Vincent to burst into loud fits of giggles when they pop in his hands. 

Carmela sits on one of the lounge chairs in the garden just next to Michael, watching joyfully as her grandchildren enjoy themselves, spending time and finding activities they can both do with their baby brother.

“I’m in love with her,” Michael murmurs to his mother, keeping his eyes over as you slowly spin around over your heel—causing Vincent to shriek in excitement. “I love her so much.”

Carmela beams back at her son, having already confirmed such years back but to hear it out of Michael’s own mouth when she’s spent years seeing her son closed off from his own emotions right up until he married you.

If it was one thing Michael insisted on doing as much as possible besides spending time with the children and baby Vincent, it was also having one-on-one time with one another regardless of where you or Michael was or what time of day it was.

When Niccolo and Verona went back inside the compound an hour later to continue their afternoon lessons with the governess and you took in a sleepy Vincent ready for his next nap, it leaves you and Michael back in the garden and alone with one another.

Before Michael can get a word out to you though, he notices you skipping off into the garden in what seems to be a hurry—the spring breeze flowing through your lacy, white dress. 

“Victoria,” Michael shrugs off his suit jacket, setting it aside and seeing as you stop to peek back at him around the corner of the garden’s entrance. “Dove vai?” (Where are you going?) 

“Bene, mi seguirai, vero? Vieni a scoprirlo.” (Well, you're going to follow me, aren't you? Come find out.) You speak back out in Italian, teasing Michael and wanting him to come after you—out of potential curious eyes from the windows of the house.

You don’t wait for an answer and instead rush off into the surrounding forests of the compound, purposefully not straying off the beaten path for Michael to get to you faster. The point isn’t to have him find you but catch you.

“Mi sorprendi.” (You surprise me.) Michael calls out after you, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows and following behind. 

“Perché?” (Why’s that?) You sneak behind a large, aging tree for cover—listening intently for Michael’s footsteps.

“Correre sul fango e sull'erba con i tacchi alti. Forse ti ho sottovalutato.” (Running over mud and grass in high heels. I may have underestimated you.) Michael picks up his pace to give chase, moving through the forest.

“È un gioco glorificato di nascondino, vero?” (It’s a glorified game of hide and seek, isn’t it?) You slightly move over to the side of the tree trunk to see Michael just up ahead, following your voice.

“Questo non finirà bene per te.” (This won’t end well for you.) You hear Michael chuckle and once you sense him too close, you jog off into the opposite direction of the forest, concealing yourself behind as many trees as possible.

“Dammi un motivo per cui no.” (Give me one reason why not.) Giggling, you bunch up your dress in both hands, hiking it over your knees and continuing to run. 

“Conosco questa foresta come il palmo della mia mano.” (I know this forest like the back of my hand.) Michael lists off his first reason, following the sound of your voice. 

“Cos'altro?” (What else?) You stop behind another tree, remaining still and catching your breath. 

“Non vuoi nasconderti. Vuoi che ti prenda.” (You don't want to hide. You want me to catch you.)  Instantly, Michael lunges out from the tree next to you, causing you to squeal in surprise as you feel him scoop you up with ease into his arms bridal style. “Tu no?” (Don’t you?)

“Aww, andiamo! Forse volevo solo portarti in un posto più privato.” (Aww, come on! Maybe I just wanted to take you somewhere more private.) You pout, wrapping your arms over Michael’s left-hand shoulder. 

“Troppo tardi ora considerando che ti ho preso.” (Too late now considering I've caught you.) Michael keeps a firm arm over your back and against your thighs, and you can barely keep your kitten heels over your feet as you feel your dress hiking up higher and higher over your legs.

“Mm, mi hai preso.” (Mm, you caught me.) You sigh in relief, catching your breath as Michael leans his back against the tree.

Michael wets his lips, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he looks back down at your inner thighs, now completely revealed with your dress riding up to expose your panties in Michael’s embrace. 

You give Michael a teasing smile, biting over the corner of your lip as you watch his hands slide up your supple skin, caressing your thighs and stopping right by the fabric of your panties. “Yeah, I have you right where I want you, baby.” Michael’s switch to English is accompanied by a husky and low tone. 

“Take me inside already.” You breathe back. “Unless…?” You dangle your legs in Michael’s arms.

“Unless you want to be fucked into a mess right out in the forest where it’s crawling with our security?” Michael raises a brow, giving your ass a firm smack. 

“Mm!” You hold back a moan inside of you, nudging Michael’s shoulder. “Then take me back inside and let me do whatever I want to you.”

“You’re making the rules today, hmm?” Michael leans his back off of the tree, beginning to walk towards the compound.

“I know you can be a generous man when you want to be,” you give Michael’s tie a little tug. “You can give me what I want anytime, anywhere.”

“You’re the only person I can’t say ‘no’ to, you know that?” Michael raises one of your thighs upwards, lightly and playfully biting it. 

“Oh!” You give out a whiny moan. “You’re just going to tease me again and again—”

“I’m not going to tease you, darling.” Michael squeezes your thighs, moving towards his and your private side entrance to the estate. “As you said, I’m going to give you just what you want.”

The teasing and ass grabbing outside is one thing, but it’s a whole different story when Michael nudges the bedroom door open with his knee and takes you inside.

With the warm spring breeze flowing through the half-pulled back chiffon curtains and plenty of natural sunlight glowing into your bedroom, neither you nor Michael see a need to lock and close everything up but rather indulge in daytime sex with the scenery.

“You don’t think I notice what makes you clench your legs?” Michael’s gentle with the way he sets you down on the center of the bed, but pulls back to throw off his tie. “I know what you want.” Michael’s quick to point a demanding finger at you. “Don’t you dare touch yourself until I say so.”

“Right…” Blushing furiously, you ride your dress up to reveal your panties but pull your hands back as Michael requested, instead watching your husband begin to unbutton down his dress shirt—taking his sweet time.

Michael doesn’t take his eyes off of you and you couldn’t force yourself to even if you tried. You can feel your body heating up with arousal as if your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, now seeing how Michael’s dress shirt loosens off the muscles of his arms.

‘Fuck.’ Your eyes dart down to Michael’s chest hair as soon as you get a peek, and you follow it down to the soft happy trail near his pelvis.

Michael’s barely doing a thing—simply undressing as he normally would, yet you can’t get enough of him like an insistent craving taking over you.

The urge to kiss up Michael’s collarbones and then trail your lips up to his neck before admiring every inch of his body tugs inside of you and once you see Michael pulling off his belt and unbuttoning his trousers, your knees tingle with weakness.

The tent in Michael’s brief signaling how hard he is is just an invitation to you and although you’re not touching yourself or even aware of it, you find yourself spreading your legs bit by bit before Michael.

“Fuck,” you hear Michael breathe, tugging his briefs down with his trousers to let his erect cock spring free—relieving him. It’s then that Michael gestures to you with his finger, saying, “come here, angel.”

Like a moth to a flame, you instantly find yourself getting off of the bed and right over to Michael—unable to hold back slipping off your dress as you do so. 

You stand before Michael only in your undergarments, but it isn’t long until you feel his firm hands against your hips, tugging off your panties without taking his eyes off of you.

“Michael,” you whine, unable to mask out the sound of your fabric parting from your wet pussy lips.

Michael raises his brows at you, very much aware of how aroused you’ve gotten just by watching him undress. Michael loves to have you squirm and throb in front of him, and it pleases him even more that he barely needs to lift a finger to get you going—then again it’s the same the other way around too.

“You hear yourself, baby?” Michael snakes a hand in between your legs, rubbing his forefingers over your soaked clit for just a moment before popping his finger into his mouth and tasting your sweetness

‘Oh.’ You cringe out of embarrassment, knowing if Michael teases you like this any further then your own wetness is going to start trickling down your thighs too.

Michael unhooks your bra, tossing it aside like nothing but he neither takes you to the bed nor tells you to join him. 

Instead, you watch him out of painful arousal as Michael sits on the center of the bed and begins to stroke his cock while keeping eye contact with you. “Come here, baby. Don’t make me wait.”

The few steps you take to get onto the bed and to Michael are short but feel like you’re walking in a dream. 

You don’t know whether to focus on how sexy Michael’s body looks naked or the fact you practically ache for all eight inches of his cock that knows every weak and sweet spot inside of you.

You kneel onto the bed in front of Michael as he takes his free hand and caresses up and between your legs and thighs, slowly beginning to rest his back against the propped-up pillows by the bed’s headboard.

“Let me, baby.” Insistent to please, you crawl a little closer to Michael and replace his hand over his cock with yours—your face hovering only a few inches from his shaft. 

Michael rests his head over his arm, watching through lazy eyes as you notice the droplets of precum beginning to form on the tip of his cock.

The butterflies swarming in the knot of your gut only intensify as your eyes flicker back up to Michael’s, moving your head down and lips closer to the tip of his cock.

Now being the one teased, Michael watches as you slowly graze your lips over the tip of his cock, letting your tongue lubricate it eagerly.

“Mm,” you hear Michael let out a shaky breath, bucking his hips up a little to watch you slowly begin to take as much of his cock down your throat as you possibly can.

Your teasing ends there and your arousal takes over, now you’re focused on letting Michael indulge in the pleasure you give him as you begin to suck him off.

“Oh, fuck,” Michael grunts as you swirl your tongue all over his shaft, letting as much spit coat his cock as possible.

You suck on Michael’s cock sloppily, bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace not to make yourself gag or take in too much, but also to avoid grazing your teeth over Michael’s cock and letting him feel the warmth of your tongue and mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you know Michael’s never been one to keep quiet when you’ve taken his cock down your throat, and every moan and bit of enjoyment he expresses only furthers your own arousal.

The sounds of you messily sucking over Michael’s cock fill the room with his breathy moans and groans as you rake a hand through your hair to pull it out of your face.

“Victoria…” Michael’s plush, full lips remain half parted—his face twisted in pleasure as he feels his orgasm building in a haze of ecstasy.

‘Fuck. I love when he moans my name like that…’ You always knew you’d never be able to resist Michael’s velvety moans calling out your name. 

Sucking and slobbering over Michael’s cock in a quickened rhythm now, your mouth no longer feels as sore but is accustomed to taking in Michael’s thick length much to his pleasure.

“Fuck!” Michael hisses quietly, instantly clenching the bedsheets with one hand as he sees you let a wad of spit ooze down his soaked cock and onto his balls. “Y-yeah, baby. ‘Atta girl, just like that…”

Your hand pumps over Michael’s cock while you suck him off at the same time in a perfect rhythm and very messy blowjob.

You slurp your own spit and let it drip out of your mouth and back onto Michael’s cock all over again, about to continue until Michael says otherwise.

“Are you planning on teasing me all day?” Michael speaks to you in a low tone. “Hmm?”

Your eyes land over Michael’s as you slowly pull your head back, popping his cock out of your mouth and catching your breath.

Michael’s possessive eyes darken with lust as he gestures for you again with his finger, seeing how you’ll have it “your way” today.

“Can’t hold back your orgasm for too long,” you smirk back at Michael.

“You’d be surprised at what I can do baby,” Michael exhales deeply, watching your spit dripping off his cock. “Come on, I’m all yours just like you wanted.”

You crawl over top of Michael—your pussy hovering just over his cock. Michael leans his head up, letting the tip of his tongue graze against your lips before giving you a wet, full-mouthed kiss.

You moan quietly in Michael’s mouth, holding onto his shoulders as Michael lets his hands wander greedily over your breasts—exerting a bit of pressure against your tender and sore nipples, almost enough to coax out breast milk.

Lost in a feverish kiss, your eyes flutter shut and you feel your thighs begin to quiver as Michael’s fingers part open your pussy lips.

Michael lets his forefingers rub up and down over the wetness on your clit, spreading the dewiness around and feeling your arousal.

Michael keeps one hand cupped over your ass, giving it a squeeze while he continues to circle your clit painfully slowly.

Your tongue joins Michael within your kiss, growing needier by the moment just as Michael pulls your pussy lips apart slowly—again the sound of your wet pussy parting open is music to his ears.

“What are you waiting for?” Michael breathes hotly against your lips as you both break away from the kiss. 

“Impatient,” you comment back with a quiet giggle, pushing Michael back down on the bed gently with both of your hands down on his chest. “I just want you at my mercy.”

Michael’s eyes scour over your naked body illuminated by the sunlight peering into the room as you turn around, straddling him in a reverse cowgirl position.

“See how you can control yourself now, baby.” You slick Michael’s cock against your clit with ease from the sloppy blowjob you just gave him—preparing to take his cock inside of you.

Michael’s firm hands rub up and down your sides, admiring the curves of your body. The cool metal of his wedding band against your hot skin causes you to shiver as you raise your hips up just enough to slide down on Michael’s cock.

“O-ooh! Michael…” You groan, pushing every inch of Michael’s thick cock inside of you. 

Michael instantly feels your hot tightness clench against his cock, stealing a moan from him as well. “That eager to take my cock inside you, huh?”

You’ve barely moved your hips to have Michael thrust in yet his cock is already teasing every sweet spot inside of you from the length alone. “Y-yes…”

You surprise Michael just a moment after by angling your hips down and holding down on his legs to begin to ride him.

It takes everything inside of you not to scream out from how good it feels to be filled to the brim with Michael’s cock.

Michael rests his body weight against his elbows propped up on the bed, watching as you raise your hips and begin to ride him not in any way to tease him or let his length get used to you, but demandingly quick.

“Yeah, baby, yeah, baby. More, more…” Michael inhales sharply, barely moving his hips while he watches your ass slam back down on his waist up and down again.

Moaning louder and louder, you can hardly keep your own eyes open bouncing up and down on Michael’s cock.

Michael forces back his moans, sitting up as he’s unable to take any more. He grabs your ass with one hand and your hip with the other, pounding you back down onto his cock and only causing you to shriek out in pleasure more.

Obsessed with watching the way you eagerly take in his cock, Michael begins to thrust his hips upward too, to meet your energy and demand to be fucked roughly.

“M-Michaellllll!” You roll your eyes back in pleasure to feel your husband’s hands grab your breasts roughly, rocking your body with sensations of repeated pleasure that beckon your orgasm. 

Impossible to keep quiet now, whether it’s the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sloshing of Michael’s cock in your soaked pussy, or both of you moaning in unison with one another, you both fuck each other like it’ll be the last time you’re able to.

“God, yes,” Michael grunts, feeling his cock stretch your tightness as your pussy’s juices trickle down it.

“G-gonna cum, gonna cum,” your whines grow louder and you wince in pleasure, yet again feeling that tingle of numbness shakes your legs. 

Michael gives your ass a smack, and even as he slows his thrusting he can already see you only speed up yours—demanding to cum on his cock.

You’re helpless to the way Michael’s cock causes your pussy to convulse as you grow closer and closer to your orgasm’s release.

“Good girl, ride it just like that.” Michael chuckles breathily over your shoulder, feeling your breasts jiggle in his hands from how fast you ride him.

You gyrate your hips down against Michael’s only to gasp a split second after and squeal to notice breast milk squirting out of you from how hard Michael’s squeezed your breasts.

“Oh, baby,” Michael loosens his grip but smirks at the milk dripping over his hands—pulling one back and popping a finger in his mouth to taste it. “Mm…”

Your face flushes scarlet from the gesture but after all, what happens in the bedroom with Michael stays in the bedroom between the two of you having rough, kinky sex on a daily basis.

“Harder, baby. Come on, harder,” Michael groans in your ear, firmly holding your hips down onto his. “I wanna feel you cum all over my fucking cock. Don’t hold back now, you slut.”

Michael’s cock brushes up against your sweet spot, again and again, bringing you to heights of euphoria. You can feel your muscles clenching against the response of your orgasm now being edged by you and begging for release.

Your pussy throbs and Michael suckling over your neck with harsh, demanding kisses only take you further to the edge and you can barely muster up any strength to hold your orgasm back any longer.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Michael squeezes his eyes shut, ramming his hips up into yours as he cums; his hot, sticky seed spewing inside of you spurt after spurt.

“Michael!” You cry out your husband’s name once more, letting your climax unwind just a moment after his.

The hot, intense orgasm hits your body from all sides and unravels in the pit of your stomach only with one major difference that causes your eyes to snap open in surprise.

“I’m—” You gasp out, raising your hips and squirting all down Michael’s cock, soaking into his pubic hair and causing your cum to practically dripping off of him.

But just as you’ve pulled your hips up and let Michael’s still erect cock slide out of you, a thick load of his cum also spews out of you mixing with your squirt and onto Michael again.

“Fuck yes,” Michael taps his cock against your throbbing clit, now overly sensitive from your orgasm—grinning against the wet kisses he plants over your shoulders at just how hard you’ve cum and squirt over him. “Fucked so good you couldn’t hold back, huh baby?” 

“Oh my G-God,” you whimper, nodding shakily at Michael as you cling onto him and attempt to slowly turn around.

Seeing you flustered and as a freshly fucked mess filled and dripping with cum, Michael lays you down on your back upon the bed and hovers over top of you in a missionary position.

Still attempting to catch your breath, you obediently wrap your thighs around Michael’s waist and embrace him—still feeling your thighs quivering from the aftermath of your powerful orgasm.

Michael gazes into your eyes, breathing quietly with you as he runs a hand through his hair to smoothen it back—admiring the dazed with love look over your face. 

“Got what you wanted, didn’t you?” Michael slowly moves his index finger down your bottom lip as you nod back at him. “Mhmm, my baby.” Michael moves his head back down, kissing both of your inner thighs to hear a soft whimper come out of your mouth before he lays down next to you.

“Think we both…need a shower,” you let out a breathy giggle, feeling Michael’s arms wrapping around you to bring you to cuddle him.

“Thanks to you, hmm?” Michael kisses up your arm, relaxing against the bed. “After all that…”

“Oh, God,” you feel your cheeks sting with blush again in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me, I’m already a little embarrassed.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about feeling that good, baby,” you hear Michael’s voice softening as he pulls a curtain of your hair behind your ear. “Your pleasure comes first to me.”

Laying down to catch your breaths as you both know if you get up to shower or do anything right after, you may just collapse from the weakness in your knees or find yourselves again in the heat of the moment—fucking away the entire afternoon.

A few minutes of silence and soft breathing pass, but you begin to feel Michael’s grip loosening over you.

You peek over to the side, noticing Michael completely deep asleep as if he’s been sleeping for hours.

With such a heavy burst of oxytocin from the both of you after sex and especially Michael after that intense and incredible orgasm, you two shared, he’s dozed off without even realizing it.

‘Exhaustion via sex is the best kind…!’ You cover your mouth to hold back your giggles, amused by the sight of Michael taking a daytime nap spontaneously (just as the sex was today) for the first time throughout your marriage.

You slowly pull the covers over both you and Michael not to wake him but to keep him comfortable and warm as you snuggle up to your husband’s chest.

You give Michael’s lips a soft kiss, noticing him stir just a little bit in his sleep, but the unwavering, deep sense of sleepiness after his orgasm pulls him back in. 

There aren’t any pressing matters you or Michael need to deal with today after all, and there’s nothing wrong with ending the afternoon with a little nap either. 

Besides, you know you’d feel a little guilty if you woke Michael up just now, and would rather let yourself fall asleep while admiring your husband so the two of you can share a nap instead of doing anything else.

Your sex life and everything to do with it of anything has remained and even doubled to be just as kinky, sexy, carefree and wild six years later in your marriage with Michael and with no intention to dwindle down or stop either.

What you aren’t aware of now as you spend the rest of your afternoon in bliss curled up to your husband is that the hectic tension and danger in your lives will never truly come to an “end” and mark a new beginning onward.

Nothing has truly ended and if you knew that you would be robbed of peaceful moments like this throughout the day in ways you’d never imagine before, you’d hold onto Michael just a little tighter although even he won’t be able to help you anymore.

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Kaveh's weak tickle spot is behind his neck. He didn't know about this. Alhaitham didn't know about this. Nobody knew about it.

Until just recently.

The architect, like always, spends most of his time holed up in his room,doing revisions for a client.

He does love his long hair but at times like these, where he needs FULL concentration over his work, he had sometimes wish it wasn't a bother.

So that's why he tied it up for today.

It's not an unusual view, he does this all the time. Thought he wishes the elastic band didn't put so much strain onto his hair. Nevertheless, he doesn't mind it.

He lost track of time as he worked on his project (like usual) as the only thing he cared about as of now is just getting this thing done. That means skipping meals and no breaks.

Why would he take out precious time to do such things when he can do them later?

Alhaitham never thought he could ever meet someone this idiotic. Hell, how many times have this client of Kaveh's asked for a revision? And why does Kaveh keep accepting it?

A people pleaser, he thought, but even then, there has to be some sort of limit, right? A limit on how much you can take it before he finally breaks down in tears, which has happened more than once everytime he gets frustrated.

Alhaitham knew he shouldn't care. Afterall, whatever Kaveh does in his daily life doesn't affect him. If he wants to take his time to overwork, then there's nothing wrong with that.

So why does he still care?

"Get some rest," he'd say once.

Kaveh, still fixated onto his project, hummed out a response without looking away.

And Alhaitham thought that was it. No need for another warning. If he wants to take the advice, then good for him. If not, well that won't bother him.

Or will it?

"You've been working for too long. Didn't I tell you to rest?"

"Uhuh, in a bit."

And then for a third time,

"Kaveh, you're going to collapse from hunger."

"Oh, no worries. I've eaten already."

"When?"

Kaveh sighs and shrugged, "I don't know, like what, at 11 in the morning? At lunch time."

"That was 13 hours ago. It's 12pm, Kaveh." He deadpans. "Are you seriously still on it?"

Kaveh swats his hand, indicating he doesn't want any distractions right now, "Yeah, yeah, I'll grab a snack after this."

Alhaitham knows damn well he won't.

So, as a good roommate, for just this once (that's what he tries to convince himself), he'll help Kaveh snap out of it. He hasn't had enough sleep for the past few days, his eating schedule is irregular, and archons knows the only thing keeping him alive the the coffee in his system right now. So a plate of fresh fruit ought to bring him back from the adrenaline spree, at the very least.

Walking back to Kaveh's room, he start to hear sobs coming from inside.

There he goes, he thought. He wouldn't have lasted much longer anyways.

Quietly peering into the room, there laid a sobbing Kaveh in the distress of his own mess of a table. Hair tied up, bags under his eyes, and a frustrated hand trying to steadilize the quill in shaky breaths.

The Scribe walks in, fully expecting Kaveh to get more frustrated and tells him to get out as he has done a couple times before. Not that it bothers him though, he knows the guy can be a bit emotional at times.

But to his surprise, the blonde didn't do anything. Just sat there, sobbing, trying his best to look at the paper through glassy eyes.

"Don't you dare comment on me," he sighed, "it looks pathethic, I know. But just let me be."

"I can't just let you be. You've been doing this non-stop since this morning. It's time for you to rest." Standing beside where the architect is seated, he tries to gently take the quill away from his hands.

"I can't!" He raises his voice a bit, " I can't. Okay. He wants his revision done in two days. And the told me that two days ago. This revision is supposed to be done today. I can't cancel on him again-"

"Yes you can. Tell him your health matters too."

"That just makes me sound weak," he wipes his tears away, "It's nothing i can't handle."

"Oh, nope." Alhaitham swiftly takes the quill away from his hands, leaving Kaveh baffled. "It's definitely everything you can't handle."

"Haitham, I can't delay this revision much long-ACH!"

His hand shot up to cover the back of his neck.

For a while, everything is silent.

"...what was that sound did you make?"

"I- I don't... that was-" he stuttered, looking down in embarassment. Covering his increasingly red face with his other hand, he looked away from his roommate, "I don't think you should... touch my nape..."

"..."

"..."

"Are you ticklish there?"

"Hell should I know!" Kaveh threw both his hands in confusion, "Why would I know something like that? It's not like anyone ever touched that part of me!"

Alhaitham had tried to coax Kaveh into relaxing by trying to untie his hair, but the moment a finger grazed over his nape, the blonde let out what can only be called a squeal.

"Don't think I've heard anything like that from you yet."

"Will you PLEASE drop the topic?! It's embarassing and I'm exhausted enough as it is!"

His face getting redder made Alhaitham chuckle. Sure, he may be an idiot for putting others over himself too much.

But at least he's Haitham's idiot.

"Fine, fine. But do get some rest," he hands him the plate of fruit, "and eat these up. You're going to bed after that."

The older rolls his eyes in annoyance, "Pssh. Oh please. Who are you to tell me what to- ANGH!"

A hand barely holding onto Kaveh's neck stopped his speech. Wringling around trying to get the hand loose, he couldn't help but giggle at the tingling sensation the hovering hand provided.

"Haitham- Haitham please," he desperately tries to keep a straight face, "don't do that!"

"Oh please. Who are you to tell me what to do?" He shot back, smug spilt itself all over his face.

Despite his annoyance to the younger Scribe, the hand on his nape refuses to give him closure onto his nerves. No matter what he does, all he can do is giggle.

"O-okay! Okay," he yelped in-between laughter, "fine! I'll take a break! Let me go!"

Satisfied, Alhaitham let go of his hand and pats his head, "Good boy. I think I know how to make you listen now." Alhaitham winks at Kaveh, turns around, and leaves the flustered architect behind.

From that day on, whether or not Kaveh is disobeying Alhaitham, no matter time or place, Alhaitham would sometimes sneakily place a hand or a finger near Kaveh's nape just to get a reaction out of him. Even a small blow to the back of his ear is enough to send him jolting forwards and heat up.

"Angh-! Would you stop that?!"

"Ah? Stop what?"

He playfully hit Haitham's chest, "Don't you mess with me, junior. I'll let you know that I- mngh!"

"Oh? Now you squeak too?" Alhaitham smiles and he grazes his hands up and down on Kaveh's neck.

"Hngh- stop- stop it I can't," Kaveh giggles, "Haitham stop- mgh!"

"Oh, if you keep making those sounds I just might not." He leans in closer and hovers above Kaveh's ear. "And besides, I think you're really starting to enjoy me touching you, no?"

Kaveh swore to find Alhaitham's weak spot as well one day. It just seems that that day is not today.

-End

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact kaveh #genshin kaveh #gi kaveh #genshin impact al haitham #al haitham #genshin haitham #alhaitham x kaveh #haikaveh fluff #haikaveh

[codenamehazard]

.:Down the Rabbit Hole:.

Chapter 31: Down the Rabbit Hole

Hey guys!

Time to keep following Cole on this rigmarole of a rabbit chase and see what happens next now that he's in the big top that gives Tri-Point its name!

Without further ado, let's jump in!

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“Alright, you damned rabbit. This game’s gone on long enough!!”

I rip random shit out from their places as I search high and low for this antlered thorn in my side, not really caring what it is or who it might belong to. I don’t know what it’s trying to get at, but it’s only going to make things so much worse for it when I get my hands on it. “How do I see myself?” What kind of mind games is it trying to play; Especially with asking that while I was literally looking in a damn mirror? The answer is literally staring me in the face! I’m me! Always have been.

That damn question though… It circles in my head more than I’d like, fucking vultures riding a rising current of hot air. While yes, it is true that I haven’t physically changed much, but I have. God I hate to admit it, but so much has changed that I’m not even sure who I am anymore. Everything that made me the man I was is gone, torn asunder and ashes in the wind. Zeke’s been dead for what… Two, three years? Trish has been gone longer still. Empire City is crater, courtesy of John. Wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been deemed the US’s own Chernobyl or something.

Any ties I had to that old life is just… Gone. Save for whatever tiny scraps I managed to salvage… The life I had planned for, the life I wanted, will never come to be.

It’s not helped by the fact that I’ve been nothing more than either some kind of errand boy or a puppet on fucking strings ever since I was popped out of my mother. Any choice I made was either deemed incorrect, wrong or the choice was outright taken away! At this point, I’ve stopped trying.

Now I’m starting to understand the question and my answer is: “Does it fucking matter?”

My rampage in the big top continues on, leaving debris of knocked over furniture, confetti and dust in my wake when I think I see a plume of purple in my periphery. I turn my head to look, but see nothing, probably just glitter or some shit like that. However, I do spot another flash, another mirror. What a fucking coincidence.

I try to ignore it and focus on my task of finding that damn rabbit, but every time I see glimpses of my reflection, my curiosity grows… I eventually just say “fuck it” and walk over.

I make note of the mirror now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s one of those full, stand-up mirrors you find in those old as fuck mansions that are definitely not haunted. I know those ghost stories and while those kinds of things were more Zeke’s wheelhouse, with the “Killer Clown” vibes this place has going on? I’m not taking any chances… Especially with a circus full of Conduits.

I walk to the mirror, making sure I’m far enough away that should some fucking “Ringu” or “Grudge” thing be hiding in the mirror tries to grab me or some shit like that I can jump back out of reach, but close enough to see my full body in the reflective glass.

Damn… There’s a lot more change than I thought now that I look at myself fully.

My skin actually looks half-way healthy, slightly tanned from being cooked in the sun and bringing out the freckles that I had as a kid. The only hint of the pale, sickly grey that I’m used to seeing all over my body is focused on the scar that tracked across my chest like spider lightning through the clouds. First time in a long time I get to see that painful reminder.

I look at my clothes and it hammers home just how much I’ve changed, it’s honestly strange. I can see bits and pieces of someone new, yet it’s still my face, still my scars… I can almost feel my mind starting to struggle a bit. Trying to decide who this person in the mirror is even though I know it’s still me.

As I’m having a slight identity crisis, I hear something whisper in my ear. “How do you think others see you?”

A Punch Blast rips from my hands as I whirl around with a start, sending a popcorn machine and some heavy props flying in its wake. I scan the area, ready to fry the bastard that’s been toying with me ever since I stepped into this madhouse. I growl loudly as my frustration grows, seeing nothing. 

“Hey, fuzzy lil’ fucker!” I shout out, my accent starting to slip more than I’d like. “Stop fuckin’ aroun’ with me and face me!” 

All I get is crickets as I sweep the area, looking for hide or hair of the pain in my ass, but of fucking course, the rabbit is nowhere to be seen. I am getting so sick and tired of all of these games.

If I was a less stubborn man, I would have given up at this point and head back to the hospital to take a long-ass nap. Sadly, I am not a less stubborn man and I want that bunny made into a pair of leather gloves for all the grief it’s put me through.

What I didn’t know is that I’m in for one hell of a shock myself when I turn around and face the mirror again.

Staring back at me isn’t myself… It doesn’t even look human, it looks closer to a living storm, not a shred of humanity to be seen in its crimson eyes. It almost frightened me. Yet…. Somehow I knew that it’s still me.

It’s twisted and monstrous, even more so than how I am in my Beast form… Or is that not my Beast form and what I’m looking at is supposed to be what it’s actually supposed to look like? I remember John’s whole shtick was being a giant magma golem of a monster and I could never figure out how to get that.

I growl and shake my head before dismissing the reflection and walking away, remembering the question and guessing that’s what the mirror was showing; how others saw me.That I couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about. Not surprising in the least that people saw me less as an actual person and more of a monster or a force of nature, something soulless and without care. It’s honestly nothing new to me.

I’ve been a reject of society ever since I knew what that was. Always casted aside: mocked, shunned and scapegoated in some way, shape or form. So how is this any different? Always a fuck-up, so fucking what? It’s a non-issue at this point. They can think however they want, as long as those dumb shits stay the hell out of my way, then there will be no issues.

My search for Bugs Bunny’s horned cousin continues when I think I see something else furry, a fluffy looking tabby cat sitting on a chest. Not what I’m looking for, but okay.

Though as I look at it, I can’t tell if it’s the color of my lightning or what, but I swear this cat was an odd color… Almost blending in with the hue my sparks bathed the area in, but it was definitely an unnatural color for a cat, pink? Purple? I couldn’t tell, nor did I care.

I try to get close so I can get a better look at the feline, but as I did, the cat turns to purple smoke and flits away. Are you fucking kidding me?!? First a white rabbit who can teleport, now a purple-y cat that can turn to smoke, what’s next? Am I gonna stumble across a giant ass caterpillar smoking from a hookah or something?!? I watch the wisp dart around, the sight feeling familiar for some odd reason.

I don’t have much time to ponder that before it dashes off, prompting me to go after it.

“Maybe this fucker will lead me its little bunny friend.” I think to myself before following it through the big top and find it went through a door. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, this reeks of a trap, yet something keeps telling me to push forward. Is it my curiosity? My stubbornness? Or is it me thinking that I’ve made it this far in, might as well how deep this goes?

Doesn’t matter which it is as I follow the smoke inside.

Through the door, I am damn near blinded by the amount of light my dark-adjusted eyes were subjected to, forcing me to cover them until they had readjusted. I remove my hands and my jaw falls open at the sight I see.

That cat lead me into a fucking mirror maze.

“What’s with all the goddamn mirrors?!” I growl out loud as I look around, seeing myself at damn near every conceivable angle. The scowl on my face deepens the more I see my reflections, I already don’t like seeing myself, let alone being stuck in a room that’s nothing but myself. It infuriates me to no end. It’s almost dizzying and disorienting with everything reflecting everything else. I start to step back, I’m getting in over my head. I need to get out so I can regroup and…

A voice stops my thoughts dead in its tracks as an all too familiar voice hisses in my ear, full of venom and cruelty.

“Do you want to see who you really are?”

The door behind me slams shut with a deafening “BANG” as I try to get out. There was nothing to grab hold of and no way to force it open, it’s flushed with the wall. I’m stuck in here and that damned voice laughs at my struggle and plight. I fire off an Alpha Blast to blow the door open, but it bounces off the reflection and damn near hits me in the process. I can feel my heart start to race as the fact sinks in more and more. I’m trapped in this damned maze.

I slowly turn around, knowing what I have to do, but what I see behind me… My eyes widen as I can feel the color drain from my face, my blood runs cold as I face what is my worst fear made manifest.

“No…”

#infamous #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #demon of empire city #infamous: no man's land #xeno writes #Poor Cole #Things are a bit topsy turvy #It's only going to get worse. #:) #Let's see how far he falls.

[oddyssey77]

Van Gogh - Nico

POV Nico Di Angelo

"Are you alright?" Percy asks as I kick away the HSS box.

"Y... Yeah... I think so," I reply shuffling around a bit. "How about you?"

"I'll be fine." he says begrudgingly. I could tell he had been crying but so had I so I don't mention anything. He looks over at me and softens up a bit, "I saw Tartarus, the council and a memory from when I was a kid."

I wanted to ask what that memory was but I assume he left it out for a reason. Then he asks the question I had been hoping he wouldn't

"What did you see?" 

I grit my teeth

"Tartarus, Bianca and when we were in the labyrinth." I hope that Percy doesn't detect that I had lied about all three of those things and thankfully he doesn't.

I look around and we are still on the hill tied to the rocks except Eurityion is nowhere to be seen. Percy looks down at the schedule and turns his head to mine. 

"I think this is our break time," he says unsurely.

"Great," I say sarcastically, "I am so glad Hades was generous enough to give me twenty minutes off before I get killed." 

I shut my mouth instantly, cursing myself for nearly revealing my secret to Percy

"Come on Nico, you aren't gonna get killed. The worst they'll do is cut off some fingers. It'll hurt like hell but you'll be okay." he reassures me kindly but it doesn't work. 

He begins to look around as if he thinks there is a way for us to escape. I fidget with my ears protectively as I wonder what my father is thinking about right now. I try and ignore the hurt I am feeling. "How could he let this happen to me." I think to myself

"It hurts doesn't it" a familiar voice recites to me.

"I can make it hurt forever." I want to run but I remain chained to this stupid rock.

"Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, Welcome to the game." My mind is transported back to the vision of the tunnel with the golden doors with the insignia on it. It has been worn away and scratched off but it still looked familiar. 

I walk into the room to find a trashed office with desks turned over and blueprint plans scattered across the bronze floor. It looks like a bomb went off in here. In the center of the room there is a hole going deep into the ground. There are creepy vines covering the interior and I know that in movies, creepy vines usually attack you.

"You are in my house now." a shiver rolled down my spine

"And you will remain here eternally. For this is your reckoning."

I open my eyes to find Percy shaking me, trying to wake me up from whatever trance that had been. I decided to tell him about my vision, but not the voice. Something about that voice made me feel like I was in danger. Not Percy, not Will. Me.

"Heya fellas," Eurytion calls as he staggered up the summit of the hill.

"Here comes the rancher from hell," Percy mutters, making me chuckle a bit.

"Are you guys ready for period two?" Eurityion says menacingly then he looks over to me. "I hear this one's got a sharper edge than HSS."

I shudder. I normally wouldn't be afraid of this but I knew that I was going to die, leaving Percy on his own down here. I am not even too sure what will happen if I die. I mean, I am already in the Underworld so am I just going to end up right back where I am now, or go to Elysium, or go to Asphodel or would I remain an ambassador for Hades, just as a ghost instead? 

I think it's the not knowing that scares me most. It almost makes me feel mortal. Almost.

Then a queer thing happens. Eurytion's face begins to become mushy and squishy, like it was melting somehow. Next, his face begins to reform, but not one face two. The same thing starts to happen to the rest of him; the melting the reforming as duplicates. All the way until there is two Eurytions standing before us. 

"You might wanna get that checked out," Percy tells them.

"Or maybe you should," the left one replies, "Because I am like a cancer. I will multiply and grow until I kill you. "

"You're comparing yourself to cancer?" I ask quizzically.

"Cancer is one of the star gods," the right one corrects me, "I am a cancer."

"Three guesses what kind of cancer," Percy mutters to me. I laugh and the Eurytions lose their patience. 

One of them marches over to me and begins to push my rocks closer and closer to the cliff's edge. Once I get over how confused I am by his ability to move the impossible Andromeda rocks, I begin to try and fight it, try to stop him.  The other one begins pushing Percy and his rocks as well and I reach for Percy's hand. I stick my arm out as far as I can, eventually getting a grip on Percy. We try to use our combined force to knock the Eurytions off of us. 

But no matter how hard we try, they just keep pushing. We are only inches away now and we're no longer holding hands for tactical reasons. Then it happens, I lose grip of Percy and feel utterly weightless as I descend toward the foot of the cliff, still chained to the stupid rocks.

Crash! I feel myself fall onto a stack of sand bags in the back of a pick-up truck. I begin to lose consciousness from the fall as I hear the truck begin driving. 

I black out. 

Flashback-

I open my eyes to find myself not in a truck driving through the underworld, instead I am trapped in a memory. One of my HSS memories that had been haunting me for the past year. It was the incident. The one that put Travis Stoll in a wheelchair.

I am sitting on my obsidian bed in cabin 13 and I am filled with a cloud of emotions that I can't even define. I look around and everything is black; the tables, thee ornaments, the decorations, the statues and the walls, it is all dark as nightshade. I feel my head sink into my palms as my eyes swell with tears.

"Nico Di Angelo, right?" a voice says from behind me 

"Yeah," I say, wiping away tears, "Yeah, that's me, I've only lived here for seven months." he ignores my sarcasm however, and instead he focuses on my sadness.

"Are you alright?" the boy says, sounding worried but not very empathetic. I turn to face the kid.

It is Travis Stoll.

I want to reply but my mind is still drowning on thoughts of my life. My life that I hate. I am thinking about who my father is and what that has made me. 

Then I break.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I am perfect right now. But it isn't like you should care anyway. I've heard what they say about me. Everybody either hates me, avoids me, or fears me. So yeah I'm okay."

"Listen, I..." but I cut him off

"Death Boy. Ghost King. Skeleton Summoner. Ambassador to Hades and NOTHING ELSE! That's all they see in me. I've been an outsider all my life! And somehow after all I've done no one even cares to talk to me!"

Before Travis could reply, I find that I have been shadow travelled down to the underworld. At the foot of my father's throne. 

"Stop, Nico. You're embarrassing me." Hades tells me, his voice echoing through the palace, "You're making a mistake."

"I've made no mistake father. What I speak is the truth!"

"I DON'T CARE!" he bellows. "I allowed you to reside in that camp on the sole condition that you would stay out of trouble so end this silly tantrum this once!" 

I open my mouth to shout back at him but I don't get the chance because the next thing I know I am back in my cabin with Travis no longer standing in front of me. I reach out my arm, summoning my stygian iron blade. My heart beats rapidly as I stand myself up and take a good look at the statue of Hades in the center of the cabin.

SLASH

The top half of the statue smashes to the floor creating a crashing noise that echoed across the whole camp. I hear footsteps rushing to my front door but I am not going to let anyone see me like this.

I strain myself as I try desperately to gain control over my cabin.

SMASH

was the sound of the door frame collapsing in on itself, blocking everyone out. 

CRASH SLICE BOOM ARGGH

I am yelling as I reduce everything at my disposal to nothing. The only fraction of my room that has managed to avoid this state of destruction is my framed photo of Bianca.

Then, through the cracks of the broken door, a light so bright shines in, blinding me. The whole front door crumbles because hallowed obsidian is not designed to withstand light as it is formed in the Underworld.

I catch a glimpse of Will Solace standing in front of all the Apollo campers who collectively shone my door down. Percy and Travis rush into the room. In one final attempt to keep them out I throw my sword downward, into the floor of the room, creating a crevasse dividing the room in two. 

But the crevasse was too wide. And Travis couldn't stop in time. He fell right into the chasm and I hear him yelp in pain when he hits the bottom. Percy looks down the hole then looks back up at me resentfully. He no longer wants to make sure I am alright.

My father took me to the underworld that day and kept me there all the way up until the festival which was my first day out.

-End of Flashback.

"Get off me!" I yell as Eurytion drags me toward the operating table. I wrestle against him but it is no use. I look around, in search of Percy but I don't expect to see him anywhere. He will be going to the Poison Maze, not the dismemberment table.

The table is a large slab of rock equipped with surgical equipment and chains. I'm going to be brutally honest; it did not look fun. Eurytion goes to punch me but I roll out of the way and kick him in the shins. I try to find an exit but somehow, this room doesn't have any.

"You're going to regret that!" he bellows, charging after me.

"You're going to regret trying to torture a child of Hades!" My sword appears in my hand and I go to stab Eurytion with it.

SLASH! SLICE! STAB!

Eurytion is strong but he is no match for me and he knows it. I am not the scared 11 year-old kid who appeared on his ranch anymore. I am about to completely overpower him when a force starts ringing in my ears, a chill runs down my spine. I know the feeling. It is the presence of Hades.

SHATTER!

My stygian iron sword that has served me for years crumbles to a million pieces. My father had disarmed me, leaving me defenseless against this rancher. He lunges forward and I back away nervously. I forget to look where I am going and bump right into the surgical table.

I fall backwards landing right onto the surface of it. I try and roll off in time but this table wasn't made from any old rock. It was also made from the rocks of Princess Andromeda. Chains begin to strangle my wrists and ankles and Eurytion flashes me a wild grin. 

"You're making this easy for me kid." he says with a look of anticipation in his eyes that scares me. He equips himself with a large knife and walks over to me. I try and hide myself away from his blade but he grasps my palm with his huge, leathery hands and holds up the knife.

SLASH!

My mind is momentarily transported to the hardest memory of my life. I am drowning in pitch dark water. Bubbles flying out of my mouth. Water filled my 11 year old lungs and I feel a terrible curse stabbing all over me. All except my ears. But It was only a three second glimpse of the memory and I quickly returned to reality

I look down at my hand to examine whether or not any of my fingers were harmed but I already knew what I would see. My serious lack of pain already said it all. My fingers remained. But that only made me more nervous.

"How... is that possible??" Eurytion says, massively perplexed. I stay silent.

SLICE!

I am back drowning again for another few seconds. I feel the same power controlling me. I breach the surface and see a tall figure looming over me. The original ghost king, Minos. 

Once again, Eurytion's knife fails to affect me. He tried stabbing it and slicing it all over my body hundreds of times more but nothing ever happens.

"UGH!" he grunts and slams the sword into the table like Excalibur, "You little runt! What magic is at work here!"

Once again, I remain silent. But I am happy to know that he is giving up which means I may not be killed after all. He is frustrated but seems to get an idea. He leans down to the ground and retrieves one of the shattered pieces of my recently murdered sword.

I try and wrestle free before he attempts to use it on me but the chains remain as tight as ever. He goes for my fingers again and this time he finds some success in his efforts. I feel a pain attack me as a small cut appeared on my finger and it began to bleed. 

Eurytion tried to force it down further, to hopefully completely remove the finger but the cut does not get any deeper. The curse resisted. He went back to his ways of trying all over my body, this time leaving small bleeding slits everywhere. 

Finally, moments before he gives up, he looks me in the eyes, he scans my whole face and an idea seems to appear in his mind. He doesn't seem too confident in this plan, but it seems more like a last resort more than anything else.

He brings the shard of stygian iron right up to my face and begins to trace my left ear with the point of the shard. I wince, preparing myself for what is coming. I think about my life and all of my failings and successes.

I think about Will and how he and I never got a chance. I think about all of my friends; Hazel, Rey-

"OWWWW" I yell in endless pain as my left ear comes clean off, with no resistance like the rest of my body. The pain is crippling me and I catch a glimpse of the doors of death but I am pulled back in some way. As if there is something still holding me to my life. And then I realise. It is my other ear.

"That was fun," Eurytion relishes this moment maniacally, proud in the fact that he has finally found some success. He goes for my right ear and this time, despite the pain still enveloping me, I fight back. I try and use the chains to hit him and actually get a couple lashes in.

But he pulls a chord from beneath the table and I feel the chains tighten leaving me no longer with that advantage. He raises his arm but is stopped abruptly by a voice speaking into the room somehow. A voice I knew. My father's voice

Don't touch the boy! We want him alive! And if you remove both of his ears HE WILL DIE!

"But why, sir?" Eurytion asks respectfully.

Because, you idiot, he bears a curse. And not just any curse, No, this one is special. Nico Di Angelo bears the Curse Of Achilles. 

This chapter is dedicated to Reggie.

#solangelo #the sun and the star #pjo headcanon #blood of olympus #percy jackson fanart #camp half blood #the heroes of olympus #piper mclean #tsats #rick riordan

[goddamndaddies]

You know what.. here's some random smut plots I think could be fun for each of my muses.

These are like random specific things I've thought of, I'm still down for just like generic smutty things.. and I'm a sucker for anything taboo or forbidden or anything like that.

Aaron:

He's caught stealing from your muse but instead of chasing him out or calling the cops, your muse decides to take his cock instead. (Possibly cus neglected housewife or something?

Your muse is a hero captured by him because they fell for a stupid trap or something and now is tied up at his.

Still on the hero thing.. but he's captured by your muse.

Aedan:

It's a cold night out in the wilderness and they've been travelling together for a while but now have to use each others bodies for warmth.

Archer:

Rival Spy agency has him tied up.

He's acting as bodyguard to your muse.

Bruce:

Bruce is injured and your muse is taking care of him.

Sparring/training gets a little heated.

Your a criminal whos finally caught the batman.

Rival company CEO or their wife or their daughter or something.

Your muse is cheating on their husband with playboy millionaire Bruce Wayne.

Clark:

Some sort of kryptonite that makes him horny.

Villain finally has him captured and weakened and is gonna enjoy it.

Darro:

Inquisitors have caught him and are having fun.

You've helped hid him from the empire and things are getting spicy.

Draco:

Local village has 'sacrificed' the virgin to appease the big mean dragon but he's not so mean and not so hungry.

You've gone to slay the nearby dragon but you just find some naked guy in a cave?

Harry:

Rival CEO to Oscorp.

Friends mom or sister or new step mom or something like that

Jaime:

Older hero training him just happens to be super hot and the beetle announces his arousal whilst he's pinned.

Villain's captured him and is gonna have fun.

Age gap stuffs always fun, give me hot older women xD

Chuck:

Kite Man has somehow managed to capture your muse.

Your muse is a hero who's captured him.

Kratos:

You're a worshipper of the God of War and have been praying to him and curiosity has brought him to you.

Lucifer:

Your muse makes a deal with the devil for something.

Marcus:

He's a truck driver and your muse is a hitchhiker.

Mark:

He's got the shit kicked out of him and your muse is nursing him back to health.

He's a younger muse so I'll mention the age gap fun stuff here too.

Nathan:

Nathan's found a glory hole and stuck his dick through it.

Peter:

Your muse is training with him and oops boner alert.

Honorary age gap / friends mom / whatever mention.

Your muse is captured by Spidey but is flirty to get out of it.

You've caught him.

Pietro:

Your muse is nursing him back to life essentially since he got shot.

Ravi:

Ravi's visiting a doctor friend who's stepped out but now their patient is here and he's too awkward to admit he's not a doctor but is qualified to be one so just.. is your muses doctor.

Rocket:

I guess.. Hello furries?

Rocket's injured and your muse is kind and caring and is nursing him better?

Salazar:

Your muse has gone into the room of requirement seeking knowledge of something and instead of a book, surprise, there's Salazar Slytherin.

Shadow:

Hello furries again? This is similar to rocket where i dont have much.

Your muse finds him knocked out with amnesia and nurses him better?

Thor:

Any fellow hero stuff, sparring brings arousal type of stuff.

Villains somehow captured him.

Wade:

You've captured him or he's captured you and you're being sexy to get out of it.

Billy:

Your muse has captured him.

He's captured your muse.

Roufast:

Camping on the road is cold and they use each other for warmth.

Your muse is considered a monster and he's sent to kill them but find they're not so monsterous.

Sir Pentious:

Idek, anyone interested in a snake demon with two dicks?

Or a snake angel after he's gone to heaven.

Misc:

Any age gap stuffs fun, preferably give me older women for some of my younger guys as i feel it's done waaay less than the older man.

Anything taboo like step family, your muse is cheating on their partner with mine, teacher and student, that sorta stuff.

And to wrap this up, of course I'm always open for plotting and talking through stuff and working out scenario's and what could be fun.

#ooc #wishlist

[kitkatnerds3]

NEW BSD EPISODE, THOUGHTS

There was a lot of cool stuff that happened this episode! The ADA reuniting scene with Atsushi tackle hugging Kunikida and Kyouka having to physically keep herself from also tackle hugging her family, Seeing Tecchou again, bunch of old man yaoi, Ranpo being an absolute delight and my favorite character he is so cool I love him and so does half of the police force, the appearance of our boy Akutagawa, And a bunch of really cool animation choices! The part where Atsushi was talking about how he was scared and then the words saying fear condensed and turned into Atsushi was awesome, and I think I saw a style change when they were talking about Fukuchi's backstory, and style changes are always awesome. We still haven't seen what the ending looks like but from what I could hear of it the song is pretty good!

What I want to talk about the most though is stuff that I heard about from the Fukuchi backstory, before that though I just wanna say,

BSD FANDOM PLEASE. I KNOW WE HATE FUKUCHI BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH STUFF ABOUT HIM THAT WE SOULD TALK ABOUT MORE!!! First of all, the fact that he has three movies based on him and that most of the united nations guys seem to have a crush on him is fucking hilarious. And second of all, this is the part I want to scream about,

ONE OF HIS PAST EXPLOITS IN THE WAR WAS ABOUT HIM GETTING RID OF A PROJECT THAT WAS CREATING WERE-PEOPLE!!! WERE-PEOPLE!!!

WHO DO WE KNOW THAT HAS A WERE-PERSON POWER, A STILL SLIGHTLY NOT EXPLAINED PAST (LOOKING AT YOU 'Compared to what your parents did to you when you were first born this doesn't even count as abuse') AND WHATEVER THE FUCK MADE HIM SO SPECIAL IN THE DEAD APPLE (LOOKING AT YOU USING YOUR ABILITY EVEN WHEN YOUR ABILITY CRYSTAL HAD ALREADY BEEN REMOVED AND ALSO IT'S BLUE WHEN ALL THE OTHER CRYSTALS WERE RED)?

THATS RIGHT. FUCKING

ATSUSHI

Am I yelling too much? Quite possibly. Do I care? NO! THIS INFORMATION COULD BE SO IMPORTANT!!! THE VAMPIRE'S THAT THEY MENTIONED APPEAED AGAIN, WHO SAYS THAT THIS MIGHT NOT SHOW UP LATER!!?

I have done the math, the war ended about 11 to 12 years ago, meaning that Atsushi had been born already while the war was still going on, it's entirely possible that he might be connected to that incident!! And while it does kinda seem like that whole thing happened kinda early on in the war, well that's what parents are for!

This could also tie into whatever is connecting him to the book, if the tiger is an artificial ability created by some government, maybe they used the book or something like that! To be completely honest I am constantly grasping at straws to figure out what the heck is up with Atsushi and the book, I have no idea what could be connecting them, but, the more theories you have the more likely that one of them will be correct!!

Now, from this point on I'm going to be discussing manga spoilers, so anime onlys beware.

I am both so hyped and so fucking scared for next Wednesday, for as we all know, Akutagawa does exactly three things in this arc, show up, be gay, and die. He's accomplished the first one, I'm excited for the second one, and the third one terrifies me. I DON'T WANT HIM TO DIEEEEEEEEEE!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! But I'm also so excited for 'you know the reason yourself, don't you?' and 'run, you fool (soft smile)' and 'from the start the hole was only for his ally to escape through' because, shin soukoku canon. But also all of the gay shit comes with the knowledge of what comes next and AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! FUCK!

Also, one thing that happened in this episode kinda reminded me of a question I had.

Where the fuck are Junichirou and Kenji???

Have they just been wandering the port mafia underground this entire time? I know that Juni probably runs into them again, or at least runs into Kunikida, but does he ever meet up with Atsushi or the rest of the agency at all? Or does he just get kidnapped off screen and we don't see him until they reveal him tied to the bed? And what about Kenji?? Does he just walk around with no idea what's going on with the agency until he meets Tecchou? Where is he???

Anyways, great episode can't wait for next week!!!

#bungo stray dogs #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers #bsd fukuchi #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #bsd junichiro #bsd kenji #bsd theories #kinda