#reputation my beloved 🥰

[hermanunworthy]

I dunno … just … can’t think of any specific reputa- HERMIE GUY. POINTS AT YOU. HERMIE GUY !!!

me when!!!!

(fandom reputation ask game)

#i love being known as the Hermie Guy #i have taken him away from mr burch i am his dad now #hermie unworthy my beloved oc 🥰 /j #fandom reputation ask

[daenerys-targaryen]

anyway have golden retriever swift

#leah rambles #ts #she 🤩♥️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🥰🤗 #reputation era my beloved

[ozzgin]

Sorry to bother you, but the bodyguard post you did was just 🤤🥰😍 and I can't stop thinking about it day later

Have you ever seen Oshi no Ko? I'd love to see Bodyguard react to someone trying to do something similar as what happened to Ai.

Fans get wind their beloved idol might have feeling for her staff, so a crazed fan tracks down her private address. He plans to get revenge for "His idol cheating on him" but doesn't know there is a guard dog inside ready to bite any threat to his precious charge.

Sorry to keep ragging on about the topic, I just adore you work enough that it lives in my head rent free.

Happy holidays

-🌟

I sadly haven't seen Oshi no Ko, but your description sounds very interesting. Thank you for the idea! I've combined it with your previous suggestion, I think they work together really well. Happy Holidays to you, too! :)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Reader (II)

Your new manager has sent you home for the holidays after persistent rumors surrounding you and your bodyguard. And, as luck would have it, the fan responsible for the accusations successfully sneaks his way in. Sadly for him, you’ve never left the watchful gaze of your loyal, mean dog.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

TW: violence, threats, mentions of stalking

(Cover from the manga “A girl and her guard dog”)

"Enjoy your holidays!" 

The driver cheerfully bids you goodbye and speeds away, leaving you behind the imposing gate. You drag your luggage inside and nonchalantly toss it with an annoyed huff.

What now? You're all alone in a hollow mansion. 

Early December you begun receiving worrying letters from a fan, making wild claims about you and your bodyguard. Naturally, you laughed it off. Your bodyguard found them equally amusing. So much, that he'd ask you to read them out loud as you rode him. "I w-won't stand for it. You know we ha-ave something special going on, (Y/N)-chan." You barely managed to form coherent sentences, feverishly clinging to the large man underneath you. "You heard the guy. Better be on your best behavior", he'd add with a chuckle, wiping the drool from your mouth. 

The new manager, however, wasn't as relaxed about it. He couldn't risk tarnishing the reputation of his beloved cash cow, so he suggested you take a break from personal assistants until the rumors tone down. If you remained within your expensively secured house, you wouldn't need any guarding. So, he caringly prescribed a dose of homely isolation for the upcoming holidays. 

"Don't be so dramatic", he said, "Jesus spent 40 days in the desert by himself. And he didn't have your indoor cinema or jacuzzi bathtub."

"Yeah, but he had the Devil to tempt him. Where's my bad guy?" You whined as a retort. 

You let out another groan and throw yourself on the couch, fiddling with the remote. Kind of them to decorate everything for Christmas, you think as you eye the gigantic kitsch of a tree slapped in the middle of the living room. 

Fuck. What an absolute waste of time. All because of one crazy fan. You almost wish he'd show his stupid face so your bodyguard could pummel it to bits and crumbles. You wonder what he's doing by himself. Is he going to be assigned to another idol? Probably not, two weeks is too short of a time for anything. You check your phone.

Suddenly, the screen lights up. A text notification. 

"Bored?"

Heh. It's almost as if he can read your mind. You smile to yourself and type your response, stretching onto the sofa. Your little back and forth messaging goes on until you look up and notice the room has gotten darker. Already evening. You can hear your stomach growl, so you get up and drag your feet towards the kitchen, searching for takeaway fliers. If you're going to be under house arrest, the least you can afford is junk food. 

Once you place your decadent order, you hop onto the counter and idly dangle your legs in anticipation. Your favorite off-duty guard dog has abruptly told you he needs to go and is now offline. "Something came up". What could possibly require his immediate attention? A mistress? You giggle at the idea. In all your time spent together, you haven't seen him glance at a single woman. If he must, he will engage with other people using one-word replies, visibly uninterested. You never considered him much of a talker, but his behavior with anyone else, in comparison, is downright hostile. 

There's a rustling sound and you jolt. Was the food delivered already? It hasn't been that long. You jump off the marble countertop and freeze in place once you see the man standing in the doorway. His face is concealed with a medical mask and he's audibly panting, the hot air fogging up his glasses. You notice the knife in his hand.

"How rude of you to cheat on me so shamelessly, (Y/N) dear."

Huh? Your eyes widen in realization. Was this the crazed fan bombarding you with threatening letters? Your features twist in utter disgust, still transfixed on the weapon within his grip. 

This little shit. Not only does he break into your home, but he decides to intimidate you with a department store kitchen utensil. Is that all you're worth? Is that any way to greet one of the top idols in this country?

You angrily pull the nearby drawer open and grab a long, sharp blade. The man tenses up and steps forward, but you stop him in his tracks, throwing the item at his feet. He stares at you, bewildered. 

"It's a Yoshihiro Sashimi knife. More than your monthly income, most likely." You state as you leer down at him, grimace plastered on your face. "Pick it up like the animal you are."

He cannot move. Is this his beloved (Y/N)? Her pretty, innocent smile and sparkling eyes have been replaced by this hateful scowl. He feels like a cockroach about to be stepped on, a mere vermin invading her personal space. This can't be right. It's him that should be upset, he's the betrayed party. When has she gotten so...Ah. This must be the work of that bodyguard. He's always known. The way he looks at her, with a predatory glint as if marking his territory. He should've noticed earlier. Poor, sweet (Y/N), at the hands of a brute. Tears form in his eyes and he opens his mouth to speak up, but a burning blow assaults his back and everything goes black. 

Your bodyguard casually walks in and lifts the intruder up by the nape of his neck. 

"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"

You blush and wipe your eyelashes dramatically, releasing a gentle sob from your puckered lips.

"Touch? He almost killed me! I was so scared...I thought I was done for."

He frowns at your words.

"I'll take care of it."

You can feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach. As he drags the body out of the kitchen, you follow behind enthusiastically. 

"Do it in the living room!" You almost squeal.

"Are you sure? It will get messy. I'm not letting this one walk out." He warns you with a worried expression. 

"Yes, yes!" you nod, all bubbly. "Right here, next to the Christmas tree."

Once the gory spectacle is over, the bodyguard sprawls onto the sofa, exhausted. He exhales loudly and runs a hand through his hair. You are about to join him, when a thought crosses your mind. 

"Now that I think about it, how did you know I was about to be attacked? That was some really extraordinary timing."

Out of reflex, he palms his pocket to check if his phone is still within his possession. Thankfully he hasn't left it in plain sight. You squint suspiciously. 

"Are you spying on me or something?"

He remains quiet for a few moments and eventually lowers his head apologetically, avoiding eye contact.

"Forgive me, Miss."

When he glances up again, your small figure is looming over him.

"Wow, what a pervert you are." You push his chin up with your dainty fingers. "How will you make it up to me for such nasty habit~?"

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Good boy."

#female reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere bodyguard #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #male yandere x reader #yandere original character #yandere oc

[arcielee]

Insatiable

Summary: Osferth finally has a moment with the barmaid he has been pining for. Paring: Osferth x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 1575 Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, titty sucking, grinding, pre ejaculation because baby monk is thrumming with life being tucked between your thighs, implied sexual themes. Author's Note: This was requested by the lovely, the wonderful @helaelaemond 💜 I hope this does justice to your request. Thank you @aemondsbabe for being my beloved beta reader for this hot mess I wrote at 1 in the morning and thank you @myfandomprompts for the title! 🥰 Dividers by @saradika

They prefer your tavern and its reputation, your wit and your hired help–always the loveliest of girls you gave sanctuary too. In return, you enjoyed both their coin and their company, which was something all encompassing whenever they would enter your establishment.

On this night, it was the tittering of your barmaids that alerts you before the bawdy Irishman announces their arrival. He fills the door frame, his dark eyes settling onto you and you returning his cheeky grin. 

“Lord Uhtred and his pretty boys,” you greet and he guffaws. You begin to pull empty tankards from the shelves behind. “To what do we owe the honor?” 

Finan pushes up towards the bar, his teeth bright beneath his dark beard. “My lady, tonight we are celebrating!” 

“What are we celebrating?” You fill up a mug and pass it over to his wide grasp. 

He begins to gulp it down, ale spilling the corners of his mouth before setting it down, his smile roguish when he says: “First bloodshed.” 

Osferth had slain the great Dane, Sigefrid Thurgilson, and its tale was already webbing throughout the cities that settled along the river bank of the Temes, rising from the ashes of Beamfleot. 

Your brow raises with your surprise. The warrior monk was a recent addition to the motley swart of men that shadowed Lord Uhtred’s steps. Osferth was a solemn addition, tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes that would cut through the crowd, searching for you whenever they visited. 

You could not help but favor him out of all the men that served Lord Uhtred. He was handsome with his sharp features, but you noticed how they softened with your voice whenever you spoke with him. You relish his reaction, the soft pink hues that stained his cheeks, his soft timbre to answer you, and you actually began to mourn him, assuming his inevitable demise at the end of a blade. 

But instead, Osferth showed himself to be so much more. 

The wooden walls begin to vibrate with the jubilation of surviving another day as the locals pour through the doors, adding to the cheers of their heroism. Lord Uhtred and his men preen under the attention, always adoring your pretty help, your girls flutter throughout to refill mugs or fall into an empty lap. 

You were watching, sipping at your own cup, dressed to complement your curves, the low neckline of your blouse to draw the eye to your heavy bust, aglow with the umpteenth retelling of baby monk’s bravery. Only then did you notice that Finan was trying to call your attention. 

“Please,” his lilt was thick as he began to beg, his ruddy cheeks burning and his dark eyes finally pulling away from your cleavage to meet with your own. “Osferth has been so hopelessly besotted with you. I was thinking you should give him a kiss to congratulate that he is now truly a man.” 

His words, partnered with the ale, warm your blood with the realization, flushing your cheeks and your cleavage. It propels your feet forward, pushing through the crowd towards Osferth, whose eyes were already trained to you. They widen, bright and beautiful and blue, to drink in the sight when you lean over, his skin prickling with your whisper to his ear, “Come with me,” and he is quick to stand and follow after you. 

The cheers of his comrades are drowned out with the call for another round, and you leave it to your help to tend and to fawn over the rest of the men as you pull Osferth away.  

The oak door shuts out the noise and you look back to see his lithe frame leaning against the wood. In the intimacy of the room, you could smell the musk of the battle won, lining his angular features, his sandy locks disheveled with the uneven new growth of his old religious style. 

You reach for his hand, pulling him towards the bed, and he follows, towering over you, watching as your hands pull at the collar of his alb; he helps you peel it off, showing the pale planes of his chest beneath.

Even as he sinks to sit on the edge of the bed, he is still so very tall, and you blush, turning to grab a clean cloth from the basin, coming back to touch his jaw and to wipe away the ash smeared across his face. 

Osferth hums with your touch, leaning into your palm, and your blood thickens beneath your skin with his close proximity. Your eyes watch the rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady his breath, and when he finally looks back up at you, you can see the lustful black swallowing the cerulean coloring of his eyes; they wash over you, drinking in your curves, and a bashfulness stricken your bones with his heady gaze.  

You take a step back to return the cloth, and only then does Osferth dare to push up, towering over you. His large palm catches your elbow and pulls you back towards him. “May I–?” but his question stops on his tongue, your hands already moving to pull him close enough to kiss. 

The taste of ale is present, but not overwhelming, his mouth pleasantly warm and his lips soft to press against your own. You melt against his chest and a soft sigh escapes, allowing his clever tongue to curl, to deepen the kiss and find its tandem with your own. His large hands move, respectful but appreciative of the tactile nature of your figure, touching your soft waist, moving to settle on your hips with a firm hold as he continues to draw the very breath from your lungs. 

You break away for air, for who knew he would kiss like a man starved? You see his lips still pursed, kiss swollen, the hue now darkening to a red stain on his cheeks and on the tip of his nose. 

“Forgive me,” he says after a movement with the same sweet diction you were always fond of, and he grows shy with his admittance, “but I have thought often of how you would taste and I now find myself insatiable.” 

You close the space between, finding his mouth once again, and his palms roam, his stance staggering as he follows the pull backwards, until you both fall onto the bed. 

His arms cage you against the mattress and he dips forward for another desperate kiss; your blouse laces are pulled to allow the natural slope of your breasts, your hands rutting your skirt up so he can slot his slender waist between your plush thighs. You softly whine with the pressure of his length against your clothed cunt, and his deft fingers travel to remove your smallclothes. Osferth then pulls back with a pause, a moment of admiration with the enticing way of how you now spill from your clothes. 

You burn under his gaze, your fingers bold to loosen his ties, his length straining against the crotch of his slacks, now flush and upright towards his bellybutton. Osferth melts against you with his soft groan, your own soft sighs echoing with the delicious pressure of him against your slick folds. Your fingertips move to dig into the divots of his lower back, pulling him to rock against you with the genial glide of the underside of his cock against your warmth, rubbing your clit, and a pleasure begins to lick at the base of your spine. 

He is lost in the rhythm, the now crimson flush spilling from his face to his neck to his chest, panting and trembling against you; his eyes search for your face and you pull him in for another quick kiss. Osferth groans into your mouth, breaking away to return his attention to the tops of your breasts, his hot mouth leaving blooms of color as he suckles and savors every bit of your skin now showing. 

You squirm beneath him, your soft moans spurring his motion, and his brows knit with a focus on your pleasure, your sweet sounds, but it shatters so easily with your breathless whisper of his name that tickles his ear, “Oh, Osferth…” 

With a strangled cry, you can feel the hot pulse of his spend between your thighs. You tighten them around his waist, supporting him as he lowers his weight on top of you. “Forgive me,” he is panting against your flush skin, the ripple of gooseflesh in the wake of his exhale. “Forgive me, my lady, it is no excuse but I…have been thinking about this, about you, for so long…” 

You press a finger against his lips and Osferth is quick to kiss the pad. You smile with his gesture, your hand moving to curl the back of his neck, bringing his lips to your own for another sweet kiss. “Would you like to make it up to me?” Your voice is sultry, velvet, and you can feel the twitch of his cock in response.

His eyes are soulful and wide, with the returning blue a stark contrast to the flush of red that remains on his face. “More than anything,” he vows, “I will spend all night right here, if you wish it.” 

And you kiss him again, unable to help the giggle that spills from your lips. “I wish it,” you whisper and you can feel his smile in return. 

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#osferth x you #osferth x reader #osferth x plus size reader #plus size reader #tlk fanfic #tlk fanfiction #insatiable

[child-of-the-nights]

Can u write sweet headcanons for Felix Volturi? Pretty please 🥰

Ask and you shall receive!

A/N: It's tragic that my boy Felix got so little screen time. Anyway, the mate can be either human or vampire in this one. Have fun!

TW: none

Felix Volturi Sweet Headcanons

Felix is taller than the majority of people, thus it's safe to assume that he will also be taller than his mate. Having said that, I can absolutely see him comparing hand sizes with his partner as a sweet gesture.

Now, if his partner is taller than he is, he is genuinely impressed. They now hold the title of being the palazzo's tallest pair. Congratulations to them, I suppose.

On a more serious note, I believe Felix is intrigued by modern forms of entertainment. He's just fascinated about everything, whether it be watching a movie or listening to a podcast. Given his… past, he is appreciative that people have discovered other ways to enjoy gory fights without endangering the lives of actual people (ironic given that he's a vampire)

So he loves to sit with his mate to watch a favorite movie of theirs, maybe listen to their favorite podcast.

Given his old age, Felix is also highly versed in literature and a few languages. Although he would never hold himself to the same standard as his masters, he is quite educated. What I mean is that he is willing to assist his love in learning them.

CUDDLES. That's it. He loves to cuddle with his mate.

I believe that vampires get tired (mentally not physically) as well (despite what SM says) and they need to "recharge". That is why Felix enjoys wrapping his arms around his partner and burying his face in their neck. For him, that is recharging.

My favorite headcanon is that he is an extremely tender lover. His mate got scared of something? He soothes them by whispering sweet nothings into their ears. Felix also kisses their hands and palms if they worked hard that day. He essentially tries to be as delicate as possible. He behaves in this way whether his lover is human or a vampire.

Felix spends every spare moment with his beloved because, like Demetri, he is also frequently busy. When he is not with them, Felix enjoys discussing their mate with his friends (mostly Demetri). He enjoys praising them and sharing their accomplishments with others.

While staying respectful to his fellow guards, Felix occasionally amuses his s/o by gossiping. NOT about serious stuff that will damage their reputation; he just gossips about little things. (Usually with Demetri by his side). He also gossips about some of the executed vampires if his beloved is interested. (once again, not sharing private info, just silly things)

That being said, his mate can expect to befriend Demetri because they're kind of a package deal. They date one and befriend the other.

Felix is the kind of vampire man who enjoys hearing his partner talk about their interests. He enjoys hearing his lover's enthusiasm for a certain form of media, even if he personally isn't interested in it. So yes, he would listen to his mate explain the plot of their favorite show.

I imagine Felix would use old-fashioned nicknames or call his significant other by their name when referring to them. He might give his partner a nickname in their native tongue if they are from another country.

#felix volturi x reader #felix volturi headcanons #the volturi guard x reader #the volturi guard headcanons #felix volturi #the volturi #twilight x reader #twilight #the volturi x reader #the volturi headcanons #the volturi guard #volturi #twilight headcanon #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #the volturi coven #felix volturi x you #volturi x you #the volturi x you #twilight x you

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

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Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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[fuyuu-chan]

Hi bestie! You told me to drop in so here I am. I'm gonna leave a request while I'm at it hehe Hope you don't mind.

Can I request a Neuvillette fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "Anti-Hero"? I particularly like the lyrics "Hi, it's me. I'm the problem, it's me. At teatime, everybody agrees." It gives me the vibes of a reader who is shunned by society, y'know? Perfect for some angst if I do say so myself 🫣🫢

Anyways, do whatever fits your vibe. I just love the way you write our dear Iudex 🥰 No pressure though! If it's too much, then just consider this as me dropping in to say hello to you and your lovely readers. Have a good day!!!

Love,

Mayaree

It's me. Hi. I'm the problem it's me :)

Fuyuu-chan: Hiiiii beshy hahahaha thanks for dropping in lol 😆🫶 also for being the first to request 😚

Pairing: Neuvillette x Reader

Summary: Everyone doesn't like you and thinks that you're not worthy for Neuvillette, and so they make fun of you, some even ignored you. By the way people in Fontaine treat you it makes you feel insecure and question your relationship with him.

Warning: Mention of break up, a bit of yandere ish at the end?? It might not look like it for some of y'all but just in caseee hehehehe (Not Proofread)

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The moment everyone in Fontaine knew about your relationship with Neuvillette would probably the worst thing that happened in your life, because of what people think about you, for not being worthy as the Ludex beloved partner.

And the worst part is that Neuvillette didn't know about any of this, they only talk about it when you're the only one around, when you're not with him. You consider to tell it to him but of course you don't want to bother him, especially since he's busy with his duties as the Chief of Justice.

Now, you got invited to one tea party held by one lady that has been "kind" to you, so of course you accepted it... 'I shouldn't had my hopes up, of course she is gonna be like the others' you thought. Who would've thought that she would be like that? She appeared to be kind to you the first time you met but when with everyone, with her friends and some other ladies, she had just embarrassed you.

She told everyone that (name) is just a common girl, basic, and compared to Neuvillette she's not on his level. She even told everyone that "She's just a problem to our dear Ludex, only a burden for him" she chuckles and everyone at that tea party laughed agreeing to what she said.

Feeling embarrassed, angered, saddened, you just excused yourself saying you'll go to the restroom but after you left you never came back but one thing's for sure, everyone hated you, talked behind your back while laughing. You can't handle it anymore, everyone is insulting you and the fact that you may be ruining Neuvillette's reputation, you feel furious but at the same time what can you do? I mean they're all right aren't they? You're just a problem.

Because of everyone saying things about you, spreading rumours around Fontaine, it's hard for you to go outside because once you do people would look at you and whisper to each other.

Some even threatened you, saying you should stay away from Neuvillette or you'll regret it. You thought it's probably just his admirers that's going way too far, but to be honest it's already affecting your mental health.

Well you did distance yourself from him, like when he ask you out like go to dinner, or have some date you would decline saying you have something to do or you're currently busy. But let's be honest you really wanted to spend time with him. He was at first: "It's alright, next time we could go." But as time pass he was getting worried and confused as to why you were not seeing him anymore.

Always rejecting him. 'What happened?' He thought. You two aren't like this in the past, you two would even date every time there's a free time like after work or weekends. But why are you distancing yourself from him?

This thoughts always bother Neuvillette and the way you act. And now he found himself walking towards your house to talk to you and ask you.

Once he arrives, he knocked on your door. It took you minute to open the door which definitely isn't like you at all since you always open the door immediately when it comes to him (he have like a pattern when he knocks at your door so you know it's him).

You were about to ask him but he just got in your house and closed the door. Now you two are just standing looking at each other, the air seems tense.

"...so uhhh...why did you come here?" You said finally breaking the silence.

"Am I not allowed to come here anymore?" He asked.

"That's not what I meant, what I mean is what's the reason for your sudden visit here?" You clarified.

"It's about you...us...why are you distancing yourself from me? What happened?" He asked.

"What do you mean?... I'm just busy that's why I can't really spend time with you..." You trail off hesitating.

"Don't lie (name)..." He said as he looked at you worried.

"Did I do something wrong that makes you distance yourself from me? If I did I'm sorry... but please tell me so I can fix it." Neuvillette asked as he looked at you in the eyes.

"You?.." you asked as you scoffed a bit. "No it's... it's me Neuvillette, I'm the problem..." You continued as you try not to tear up in front of him.

You can see how Neuvillette's furrow his eyebrows as he heard you speak.

"What? You're not the problem (name), what are you talking about?" He asked as he stepped closer to you.

"So you still don't know?" You asked.

"What do you mean?" He looked at you confused on what you mean.

"People in Fontaine don't like me, they hate me the moment they knew about us, they said I'm not worthy...for you... I'm just a problem...and a burden for you" you said as your voice is starting to break, you didn't even notice that you were now crying remembering everyone's word, insults, threats.

Neuvillette was speechless the moment those words left your mouth. How could he not know about any of this? Did all of the people hurt you like this everyday? He thought that everything was alright but it turns out it's not, how could he let this things happen to you?

Neuvillette wanted to comfort you but when he was about to approach you, you step back and said "I think we should... separate ways, I don't want you to get ruined or people thinking bad things about you because of me" you said as you try to look at him.

He stood there, frozen in his place. He was processing your words inside his head. "W-what?..." He finally get to asked after a few minutes.

"We should break up" you said.

"...But why?"

"Because of me...I was causing you problems, I might ruin your reputation in the future and I don't want that" you answered as you finally looked at him teary eyed.

Neuvillette then approached you as he pulls you closer to him, he held you in his arms. "(Name) please...I don't want to break up with you...Besides you're never a problem, people is just jealous of you and that's why they did that. Besides you will never ruin my reputation because when you came into my life, you taught me how to understand people, how to be considerate and many more. My reputation became much better with you."

You lean on him while you tear up, even if you don't want to but his warmth that enveloped you, you missed it.

"B-but.." you stutter.

"Sshh..." He hummed as he pat your back in order to comfort you just like what you did when he was crying. "I'm sorry I didn't know any of this, I'm sorry you have to go through all of that alone, I'm sorry that I turned a blind eye...and I'm sorry that I'm not there when you needed me the most." He apologized.

After you calmed down you replied to him. "...It's not your fault...so don't apologize" you sniffled as you finally looked at him for him to only wipe your tears away. "No love...it's my fault too for not knowing any of this, for not seeing how much you suffer everyday."

You kept silent as you just let him comfort you. Eventually you found yourself apologizing "I'm...sorry Neuvi...for saying we should break...up".

Neuvillette only shake his head "Its alright... I know you dont mean it, you might had said it but at that moment I can see in your eyes that you do not mean those words" he said as he smiled gently at you. "But...I hope to not hear those words again...I must say my heart ache when those words left your mouth." He continued as he looked a bit sad.

"I'm..sorry, its just that...that was the one I thought would be better for us..for you" you said as you looked down only for Neuvillette to grab your chin gently to make you look at him.

"Its alright...you dont mean that anyways right?" He asked and you nod and that was enough for him to smile again. "It's those people that made you think that...I cannot believe they had the audacity to say those vile things to my beloved, to my partner, who I love dearly from the bottom of my heart. I serve them for so many decades, I protected them yet they return all those things I did with this?" he said as he tucked your loose hair behind your ear. "They didn't even repsect the person I chose to be with me forever" he looked so mad that he let these things happen but you hugged him to calm him down a bit.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked while you lean onto his chest, he reciprocated your hug as he wrapped his arms around you waist.

"Don't worry love...I will handle it all...you just rest here and relax while I fix these, alright?" Neuvillette said as he rubbed your back. "It would also be nice if we could leave Fontaine for a few days to have your mind forget this for a while, don't you think?" He asked as he looked at you.

You hummed and nod. "I guess that would help...but how about your work?" You asked as you now looked at him to meet his gaze on you.

"I'll take a few days off, I'm pretty sure the others could handle the court for a while. Especially since there's no big cases as of now." He explained and that's enough for you to relax a bit.

You finally smiled and that made Neuvillette happy, seeing you smile again made his heart finally calm down and his mind to finally rest. For now he let himself relax on your warm embrace and for later...he would deal with those people that dare hurt his beloved (name).

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[simpforchuchu]

Platonic!Oya Boys x Oya!FemReader!reader 3

Summary: Amagai takes y/n hostage along with Tsukasa.

a/n: Hello! For a long time, i wanted to write a new part for this serie. Thanks for helping me @your-hannahbanana 💕 So hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of torture, violence, fights, blood and usual hnl warnings

Other parts

* Tsukasa knew from the very beginning that there was something wrong with those ones with red uniforms. He had felt that it would end badly that day when their path was cut off in the tunnel. And he was blaming himself for not taking precautions about it before.

* Fujio was unaware of the danger. He didn't know that it was all Oya who were fighting.And at the end of the day, he would regret not listening to Tsukasa.

* Tsukasa sent y/n and Jamuo and told them to run away, when he sensed that this was not gonna be a simple fight.

* And y/n knew that her senpai was strong, but she had a bad feeling. That's why she didn't want to run away.

* Jamuo knew that y/n didn't want to run away. But he didn’t expect her to run back to the parking lot. And he had not the faintest idea that it would cost them dire consequences.

* When Y/n excitedly entered the parking lot, she didn't expect to see Amagi kicking her beloved senpai on the ground. Everyone turned to her as she cried out in fear. And that's when she realized what a horrible mistake she did.

* When Amagai looked at her and her horrified face, he knew immediately who it was. And he smiled when he saw that his second gift to catch Fujio came to his feet…

* Suzaki wanted no one to reach the young girl. And he was afraid too how far his friend might go.

* The last thing Tsukasa saw before he closed his eyes completely was Amagai and the others catching y/n.

* All Oya students were attacked. Most of them had serious injuries. Except Todoroki. He was just trying to reach out to his friends after he was done.

* Tsuji and Shibaman were badly injured, and they thought they were lucky that y/n wasn't by their side. But they didn't know that Senomon was more evil than Ebara.

* Yasushi and Nakaoka had returned to school after their friends were injured. And when they saw the state of everyone, the first thing that came to their mind was y/n.

* When Tsukasa opened his eyes, he looked around in fear. He would do anything to avoid seeing y/n right next to him, but it was too late. The young girl was covered in wounds and blood and tied like him.

* That's why he wanted her to run away. Y/n was still pretty naive and impulsive. She was acting without thinking like Fujio. But she wasn't as strong as Fujio, she can’t defend herself against so many people.

* Fujio never expected that the situation would be this bad when he returned to school. Just like the others…

* Nakaoka and Yasushi bore the weight of the sacrifice that their best friend had made for them. Most of their friends were out of reach and Fujio didn't know what to do.

* When Todoroki learned from Ebara that Amagai had taken Tsukasa and Y/n, he was truly scared for the first time in his life. And he was pulling back anyone he could from this war for them.

* Y/n was angry, reckless and acting without thinking. When Amagai hit Tsukasa, she was so enraged that she couldn't help but provoke him.

* Tsukasa, on the other hand, begged her to shut up, he could very well see the end of it.

* Amagai was easily provoked. It didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl. The only thing that mattered to him was his power and reputation.

* Y/n would do anything to keep Amagi away from her senpai. That's why she didn't care about the hard kick to her side and the blood she coughed up. Even though it hurt so much, she looked into the eyes of the boy he hated with the same determination.

* Tsukasa wanted this to end as soon as possible. He knew that y/n couldn't take it any longer.

* When Fujio returned to school in the evening, he was more determined and hopeful. While this hope increased with the return of Todoroki, their fear started again with Amagai's call.

* And none of them could erase from their minds the scream y/n made when he broke her finger.

* They were all vowing revenge, just like Tsukasa. He didn't care about his own torture, but he shouldn't have touched his loved ones...

* On the day of the fight, they also heard the noises outside and smiled at each other. Y/n could smile despite everything, and Tsukasa was grateful for that.

* Even when Amagai took the two of them to separate places, y/n did not lose hope. Because he knew very well that her friends would come for her.

* Yasushi could easily reach y/n after passing Gandhi. And he hugged her tighter than he had ever hugged anyone in his life.

* Y/n was so precious to all of them.

* When they went to the gym, they saw Fujio and the others fighting Suzaki. When Y/n saw Tsukasa and her tormentor fighting, she looked at him in horror.

* But Tsukasa was fighting, when he mercilessly broke Amagai's finger, he said to him "This is for Y/n!" and y/n could hear him.

* The fight between Tsukasa and Amagai did not last long, but Amagai would not admit defeat.

* Yasushi was holding y/n, Todoroki was holding Tsukasa. And they were all sure that this fight would end with Fujio's victory.

* When Fujio fell to the ground, y/n didn't hesitate for a second. Y/n admired his leader and was aware of his strength.

* Fujio Hanaoka was the best.

* When Fujio won, everyone was smiling. Fujio thought it was all over when he looked at y/n and Tsukasa and smiled. As Amagai approached from behind to stab him, Tsukasa shouted and everyone looked at them in fear.

* As Suzaki stopped Amagai, y/n moved on to Fujio. She hugged her leader tightly, Fujio smiled and patted her head, then walked towards Suzaki and spoke to him.

* When it was all over, the students of all three schools were smiling.

* The injured ones were taken to the hospital. Tsukasa was in a worse condition. But after y/n's finger was put in a cast and rest for a while she was able to stand up again.

* She enjoyed to go to Kiyoshi's and Tsuji & Shiba's rooms often and mess with them.

* Or pissing off Nakagoshi with Nakaoka…

* Todoroki also frequently visited the hospital. He knew that Tsuji and Shiba were fine. But y/n was seriously injured. Although he looked cold, he loved them, and this time he wasn't afraid to show it.

* Of course, Tsukasa had a long talk with y/n.He hadn't wanted her to come back for him no matter what, but he knew y/n loved everyone so much.

* Fujio was still angry, even though he tried to smile when he got to the hospital, he was too scared to lose them. All his friends were hurt.

* But y/n knew what would happen when he left. Seeing his friends in bandages made Fujio really upset and he was almost gonna cry. When he got to the terrace of the hospital, y/n followed him.

* “Fujio-san, you are a great leader no matter what. I know you will always protect us and stand behind us.”

* Y/n was so cute. Fujio always thought of that. But more importantly, y/n was very emotional and sincere.

* When everyone got out of the hospital, Motoaki said he was going to make fried noodles and Fujio wanted to throw a welcome party for them.

* Of course, Nakaoka accidentally said the surprise…

* Oya was a big family. A family that stabs each other, breaks their fingers, but doesn't let anyone else touch them...

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[ferris-the-wheel]

Hello I do hope you have time for a request, it's alright if you don't do this if you're not feeling up to it

But may I get a Jack howl x rabbit beastperson reader? I imagine that the reader's personality would be skittish but kind hearted and caring person to others and I wondered how you would interpret Jack dealing with a relationship with a physically much weaker person with this type of personality?

My special skill is stopping time/j and I have been so bored, I would be happy to take your request! <3

A/N: You didn't include emojis but I'll let it slide because this request is so cute 🥰 Also, you said beast "person" so I assume you want the reader to be gn.

beastman!gn!reader x Jack Howl (headcanons)

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💖

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

TW: None

It took a while for you to build up the nerve to hang out with Jack (he definitely approached you first) at first (pre-relationship). You two were nearly complete opposites. He was strong, tall, and athletic, whereas you were weak, a bit on the shorter side, and preferred more stationary hobbies.

But he eventually managed to become friends with you and later on, you guys started dating. While your interests clash, Jack always makes an effort to indulge in your hobbies. If you're reading, he'll find a book that interests him and he'll sit right beside you. If he doesn’t feel like reading, he'll snuggle up against you and read whatever you're reading.

Jack really likes snuggling you. No matter what mood he's in, when he finds you sitting or lying down, he'll curl up beside you and when he wraps his arms around you, he's instantly happy. He's definitely the big spoon.

There are occasions when he'll forget that you're a lot weaker than him. When this happens, it's usually when he asks you to carry something. To be nice (whether or not you know you can or can't), you'll take it— and immediately drop it. He instantly checks on you to make sure that you're alright and that you're not hurt, paying no attention to the dropped item until he's sure that you're okay.

Due to your skittishness and your small-ish frame, you have been teased by other students; that part was fairly inevitable. Some try to bully you into doing work they don't want to do, others just bully you because they can. Whenever Jack sees this happen though, he really does not hold back, even if it ends up with him getting in trouble. Obviously his first reaction wasn't to start swinging, but a few wouldn't back off so...

Jack never really thought that he would end up dating someone who was as physically weak as you (which isn't a problem anyway), but he adapted very well. He would never admit this, but he enjoys saving you from bullies. Not to say that he would ever let you get bullied nor that he hopes you get bullied (as mentioned previously, he will actively beat the shit out of anyone who tries); he just really likes the head pats and ear scratches that he gets from you after he helps you.

This boy loves it when you let him pet your ears. For one, because he's never felt anything like rabbit ears before; and two, because it usually ends up with the two of you snuggling.

He doesn't really care that you're smaller, weaker, and more trusting than him, because he likes you for you. Actually, he would prefer it if you were less trusting due to some students' reputations *cough* Azul, Jade, Ruggie, Jamil *cough*.

Hiiiii, I'm done! I hope you guys liked this post! I hope (for anon) that you don't mind if I made it headcanons, I wasn't sure how to make your request a oneshot without it sounding weird. But overall, very cute request, I enjoyed writing it!

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[genshin-impact-writings]

Ayato and “i think i'm falling in love with you." ? 🥰

It's finally done! You have no idea how much I struggled with this drabble, not only because it was my first time writing for Ayato (I hope I did this beautiful man justice) but also because I had so many different ideas that didn't really go with each other which resulted in me rewriting almost the entire thing... but anyways, here it is. I really hope you like it. <3 If this flops I'm going to cry. I worked so hard on this.

Prompt: “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Can’t help falling in love – Kamisato Ayato x gn!reader 

When you arrived at the Kamisato Estate that day, Ayato was already waiting for you in the courtyard, his gaze focused on something in the distance, his hair slightly messy from the gentle breeze that made the summer sun a bit more bearable today. He was just as stunning as ever but there was something about his posture and the look in his eyes that told you immediately that something was bothering him. Even the soft smile that flashed over his face when he spotted you couldn’t hide it. 

“Ah, (Y/N),” he greeted you. “It’s good to see you.”

“Ayato, my apologies for being late,” you said, reluctantly returning his smile. You knew how much he disliked tardiness, so maybe it was the fact that you had made him wait that upset him in the first place. But he quickly dispelled your concern when he stopped you with a wave of his hand, replying, “Nonsense. You’re dead on time. In fact, I’m the unpunctual one today.”

You frowned. “But you were already waiting for me, no?”

“Being too early is also a form of unpunctuality, is it not?” 

“You have a point there,” you admitted, raising another smile from Ayato. “Yes, indeed. Now, would you care to join me for a walk? I need to get away from the estate for a while.”

That wasn’t an unusual request per se, you thought to yourself. Even the fact that he linked his arm with yours without any hesitation wasn’t something out of the ordinary. But still, you couldn’t deny that the whole situation felt a bit odd. He seemed to be miles away today. 

As you slowly made your way uphill, you watched him from the corner of your eye. Just the way his gaze couldn’t seem to stay focused on anything nearby, made it obvious that things were far from normal today. “Ayato,” you started. “Forgive me if I’m overstepping any boundaries but – you don’t seem to be yourself today. What is it that bothers you?”

“Hm?” He blinked. “My apologies, (Y/N), what were you saying?”

Now, at the latest, it was crystal clear that he had been completely lost in his thoughts for the last couple of minutes. “I was just asking what’s bothering you today. You’re a bit absent-minded.”

Ayato hummed in response. A good question, indeed. But definitely not one he could answer easily. 

Too often, people had told him to be careful about his personal feelings. As the head of the Kamisato clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, it was important that he maintained his reputation and didn’t give his trust away too easily. For years, he had followed that advice, carefully building wall after wall around himself to hide his feelings, his desires and his weaknesses. And so far, no one – except his beloved sister and Thoma, of course – had been allowed to see behind the curtain. To most people, Kamisato Ayato was a mystery, an unpredictable, young man who never gave away his next move and seemed to outplay his opponents in the blink of an eye – with just a few words, most of the time. 

But in reality, Ayato was none of this. He wasn’t as cunning as people made him out to be, and handling the political affairs was exhausting and irritating. At first, it had been a nice challenge, seeing how far he could go, how far he needed to go to reestablish the standing of the Kamisato clan, but after years and years of doing so, it had become rather tedious to deal with these things. 

So, who could blame him for turning to you whenever he had a minute to spare? Unbeknownst to you, you had become his save haven over the past year, as pathetic and sappy as it sounded. You were so different from the rest, not expecting a scintilla of anything from him. When you asked him about his day, you always seemed to be genuinely interested, no matter how boring his stories must have been for you. 

Who could blame him for throwing you the keys to his heart in the blink of an eye, even though he had so carefully put lock after lock on it after he became head of the Kamisato clan? Who could blame him when you treated him like he was just an ordinary man and not one of the most important people in all of Inazuma? 

And, the more important question, how was he supposed to tell you all of this? Was he even ready to confess his feelings and maybe risk losing your friendship, in case you didn’t like him back? What if his confession made you so uncomfortable that you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore? As confusing as things were right now, he knew that he couldn’t bear to lose you. 

“It’s nothing,” he finally said, immediately earning a doubtful side-glance from you. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it,” you replied with a sigh. “But please don’t lie to me.”

Ayato stopped in his tracks. “You know me too well.”

“You know you can tell me everything, right?” you asked, the tone of your voice so soft that it made him yearn for you even more, “if there’s anything I can do to help – just tell me. I’m here for you.”

Would you still be here if you knew, though? 

It was only then – when you looked at him with those beautiful eyes he had noticed first about you – he figured that maybe it was time to end the secrecy. Even if there was only a small chance that you would feel the same way about him, he decided to take the risk nevertheless. And then, without breaking eye contact with you, he whispered, “I think I’m falling in love with you. And it honestly scares the living daylights out of me.”

For a few moments, neither of you said a word. While you stared at him, trying to process what he had just told you, you felt like the world around you had slowed down. Even the distant sound of the ocean had fallen silent. 

Ayato was falling in love with you. With you. It was almost impossible to believe that. But why would he say that if it wasn’t true? There was literally no reason for him to lie about something like that, right? 

“I don’t know what to say,” you replied eventually. The worst possible answer, you were well aware of that, but in that moment, you really couldn’t come up with something better. It made your heart ache how his face dropped ever so slightly at your words, his eyes filled with so much insecurity that it took every bit of self-restraint in you not to pull him into your arms right then and there. How could you explain that his feelings were mutual? That he had been so much more than a friend for you over the past few weeks? 

“Ayato,” you started again, taking a step forward to carefully cup his face with your hands, pulling him closer, so that you could rest your forehead against his. “I never expected you to say something like this, and I’m just as scared as you are. This is new for me, too. But if – if you want to give this a chance – give us a chance – I’m convinced that everything will turn out just fine.”

A soft smile flashed over his face. “That means a lot to me, really. You mean a lot to me.”

“Not as much as you mean to me,” you whispered back before you closed the small gap between the two of you and finally pressed your lips to his in a soft, almost chaste kiss that also felt like a promise. Whatever the future would bring, you would always be there by his side. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging and/or leaving feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

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[tainoidiot]

If I may, can I request a jealous fic with any of the dork squad (jervis, riddler, or crane) 💕🥰💕

I think I'll do BTAS Jervis for this one!

* I'm finally not sick anymore, and all my schoolwork is finished so istg I'll post more I prommy-

BTAS Jealous!Jervis Tetch x Reader

+ "Alright! How do I look, my love?" Jervis asked you, showing off his signature indigo coat and tophat to you with a wide grin. All you could do was shrug and laugh, grabbing at his coat. "You know this is just a potluck my friends are hosting, right?" Jervis huffed, placing his hand on top of yours "I like making a good impression on people. And the first step with that is a fetching outfit!" He smirks, to which you shook your head and giggled "Baby, you look like an undertaker for clowns.."

Jervis faked a gasp, pushing you away "From my own beloved! I won't have it, I won't!" Placing his hand on his forehead and doing a dramatic fall onto the couch. You took his hand and smiled "Come on, we're gonna be late. Let's get going."

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+ Jervis sat at the park bench, nervously tapping his foot as he looked around. You had wanted to introduce him to your friends for a while now, but seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't really sure what to talk about around people. He didn't want to start going in on the lore of Lewis Carol, but he also just hated sitting there...

That's when he caught a glimpse of you talking to one of your male friends. This made him feel even worse, being that Jervis already felt pretty bad about his own image. Is this someone who could snatch you away at any second? Oh god, they're so attractive too! Why are you dating him when this guy was so perfect?! That's it! He won't take this!

Jervis got up, practically giving this guy the death stare as he walked over. As soon as he got to you, Jervis wrapped his arm around your waist. You jumped, not noticing him at first. "Jervis! You scared me!" You chuckled and smiled at him "Hm, yes.. my apologies." He growled, making it very clear how he felt in the moment. Catching onto this, you decided to excuse yourself from the conversation and pull him to the side.

"Is everything okay? You sound off." You asked with concern in your voice. Jervis shook his head and.. stopped. God, this entire attitude of his was silly wasn't it? He sighed and bit his lip nervously "Yes.. Yes everything is alright. I apologize for taking you away from your conversation." But it didn't take long for you to piece together what that was about. "Wait a second.. Jervis, are you jealous of him?"

"I can't exactly help it! He's so incredibly attractive, and you look like you're having such a nice time alongside him. Why would you want me when you could have that kind of man on your arm?" He asked, his voice squeaking a bit. You frowned and took his hands in yours "Jervis, no way do I want to be with him when I have something so much better." You explained. "But I'm older too. You already get looks from people from that, plus my reputation.." you could almost see him shrinking. It broke your heart.

"Baby, no way. Do you remember when I told you I loved you?" He nodded. It was dark, cold too. But you both made time out of your busy schedules to meet up and talk. It didn't take long for you to realize that you loved him, mostly because it was the first time you felt wanted by someone. He wanted to be with you, and it made you feel wonderful. "No guy can ever top that." You reminded him, wrapping your arms around him into an embrace. He smiled and reciprocated.

How silly of him, indeed.

#jervis tetch #gotham rogues #batman #jervis tetch x reader #headcanon

[fluffypotatey]

Leverage Ep 13

SEASON 1 FINALE BABYYYYYYY no pregame thoughts!! only watch

Spoilers in the reactions (obviously):

OH MY GOD! i really thought i missed something or like an episode for a second bc of how this episode begins

jfc Leverage don’t scare me like that T^T

Jim Sterling >:((((((

THEY HAVE THE HEIST MUSIC LETS GOOOOOOOO

Parker my beloved 😍

the build up has me so exited

ELIOT MY BELOVED 😍😍

HARDINSON MY BELOVED 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

lmao Nate doing the chair turn-around cliche • love him

he sounds very drunk tho 🥺 concerned 🫠

“I got out of sales.” “Oh, so what are you in now?” “Theft.” Love you Nate <3333

Hardinson 🥰

Nate should punch this Ian Blackpoole guy, as a treat

Punch him! Punch him! Punch him!

Oh? 👀 Parker and Sophie are both surprised to find each other 👀 was this heist actually heists plural??? 👀👀👀👀

OH MY GAWD IS IT??? IS IT HEISTS PLURAL????

And they just let Nate leave??? 😂😂😂 he told y’all, to your face, that he will rob you and you let him leave????

IT’S HEISTS PLURAL!!!!

Eliot and Alec sitting in an elevator: K I S S I N G 😙😙😙😙😙

lmao did Alec buy a fucking mansion???

Noooooooo the crew is mad at each other 🥺🥺🥺🥺 stop that. it was an episode ago, sure, but still

Nate: “Why are you guys even here >:(“

Everybody: “they insulted us! and I have a reputation to uphold!”

Everybody and what they don’t say: “bc we care, okay!”

Alec wants to talk 🥺 but Parker is avoiding it (on purpose or oblivious…idk)

Nate can be so stuck up sometimes 🙄 love him tho

“You want…Eliot to…feel out my wife??” Words I didn’t think Nate would say

“Ex, Nate. Ex-wife” Sophie 😂😂😂

Sterling’s fucking reaction to the museum security 😂😂😂😄

Maggie!!!!!

NATE 😂😂😂

ELIOT 😂😂😂😂😂

THEY ARE IN THE VAN 💀💀💀

Nate getting fucking ROASTED

NOT EVEN IN BED 💀💀💀

NOT THE GIFT BUTTON CAMERA 🫢

Is he gonna tell her 👀

OHHHHH WILL HE SHARE 👀👀👀👀

OMG HE IS

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

HE TOLD HER

YES MAGGIE!!! TELL HIM

oh 🥺

Oh no we’re getting a flashback

ow 🤧

awwwwwww 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

AH FUCK

NOOOOOOOOOO

SHIT

THEY KNOW ABOUT MAGGIE

omg they included her in the planning

PARKER 💀💀💀 WHY

“That is confidential” girlie, these are crooks

Parker I love you 🥰

Lmaooooooo poor Nate (doesn’t feel bad for him at all)

Ah fuck they know!!! Sterling could you stop being a stalker and let the heist continue in peace >:(

Oh that poor museum guy 😅 he’s having the worst day

“Everybody knows it’s a fungus” MAGGIE I LOVE YOU

Sophie wants to reconcile with Eliot 🥺 oh wait no, everyone, she doing this with everyone

Oh she’s trying 🥺 she’s bad at it tho. very bad

Fucking spike of stress at Sterling’s appearance 😭 why can’t he just not do his job >:(((

You’re fine, Maggie. I think. I hope. I don’t know

I wanna punch Blackpoole so bad

ELIOT JUMPSCARE

I CHOKED ON MY PASTA

AND THEY DONT SEE HER

IS STERLING JUST PRETENDING TO BE BLIND (nope, he just didn’t see them, wow)

this poor museum guy 😂

we’re fine!!! we’re good!!!! (She is not fine)

YESSSSS

HEISTING IS A GOOOOOOO

WE HAVE A TIMER????

Thank you public panic

EVERYBODY HAS A STATUE

oh this is so funny

Sterling you’re behind now!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA

did they plan for lockdown? 👀 THEY DID 🔥🔥🔥

Sterling, do not threaten Maggie 😡😡😡😡

“I’m the bait” YEEEEEE

THEY STOLE THE PAINTINGS INSTEAD YES

YESSSSSSSSSSS

OH SHIT! STRESSED

GET FUCKED IAN!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

YEAH STERLING SWITCH IT UP

Nate turning the lines on Ian 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

AND HE GOT PUNCHED

FUCKING FINALLY 🥳🥳🥳

omfg, THE FUCKING CUSHIONS???

My Nate/Sophie is in conflict with Nate/Maggie

Only solution: Nate/Sophie/Maggie

They’re doing the circle thing

But it’s sad😭

Please don’t separate them!!!! NO SEPARATION

“Let’s see how hard you look” NOOOOOOO PARKER DONT SAY THAT 🥲 NO SEPARATE!!! NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO LEAVE

you know, it hurts more because Hardinson would look for her T^T he would always try and find her while Parker finds new ways to hide and blend in

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DONT BREAK THE CIRCLE

COME BACK

BACK I SAY

Y’all listen to the tv score and turn around—

WHAT???? THATS IT????

NO!! NO IT IS NOT

THAT IS NOT THE END OF SEASON ONE WHAT THE FUCK

General thoughts:

Uh, so, what the fuck 🫠 I am so sorry to everyone who watched this show live that cliffhanger is just….so evil.

Actually so happy to see Maggie get included with the crew, and it was nice to see that things weren’t just thrown under the rug from the last episode. Like on one hand, I am sympathetic towards Sophie, but on the other, her con put the team in a lot of danger. Danger they did not agree to because their heists are never really on the safe side. So it was fun to see that “yeah, I don’t know if I can trust you like I could before.”

ESPECIALLY WITH ELIOT!!! He actually admitted that he was feeling at home with the team and getting comfortable and letting his walks down 🥺 so it makes so much sense that he’s not ready to forgive Sophie for breaking that (also, Eliot I swear, we need more episodes focused on you because WHO FUCKING ARE YOU??? Nothing is explained fully, you’re like a jack of all trades, the tank of the team, you have a very tough exterior and I just— I wanna knooooooooooow 😖)

Hardinson and Parker were so fucking cute 🥰 and I love how their relationship is building but also felt really worried because Hardinson really wants to talk to Parker about where they stand, but she’s being very avoidant about it T^T and then!!! she fucking says “Let’s see how hard you look,” WITH A FUCKING SMILE GIRLIE NO!!! DONT PLAY WITH MY HEART LIKE THAT 🫠

ough 🤧 how is this the end of the season……on to season 2 I guess

#not today tho i need to process this #fluffy watches #fluffy reacts #idk which i tagged before #leverage

[melis-writes]

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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[galaxysgal]

hi maggie bee my beloved 🥰 congrats on getting 800 while being a bitch

can i get 36 "you're mine" on the smut prompt list with frat matt x absolute academic WEAPON reader

love you 🧌

EXPLICIT 18+ just uhh. sex. possessive matt.

The pillow wedged between the headboard and the wall, the way you had crawled through his window to be here, the fact that none of his friend even knew who you were, all of it implied that this was nothing more than his dirty little secret. A girl like you would ruin his cool and suave reputation. And yet his words, the marks he left on your skin, they told a different story.

“You're mine." It came as a growl in your ear as he thrust sharply into you, over and over. "Say it."

“Yours," you whimper. "All yours Matty."

"That's my good girl," he murmurs.

You scratch your nails down his back as he bites a mark into your neck. He’s claiming you. He claims you again and again with his lips, with his words, with his body. You are his, he tells you.

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[ramblingoak]

Hello Oak!!

I’m writing to you because like many others I absolutely DEVOURED the existing parts of The Cardinal’s Bride last night. I loved it so so much and I’m very excited to read The Morningstar as well. Your construction of the Wild West world, diff. dynamics between Ghouls, the buildup for the reader and The Cardinal - ETHEL AND HAROLD??? Etc spark so much imagination and joy.

I wanted to really show my appreciation in some way, bc I have craved good escapism and this really helped me out amid weird moods and stuff irl… so these are my fav line(s)/moment(s) from every Chapter (spoilers) w/ my silly lil reactions …..

-// < 33 @copium-copia

Chapter One: Heading West

“You snuck a peak back at the two women and glanced briefly out to the street before pulling the poster off the window. It seemed such a silly thing to do, but you figured if you were being forced to marry a boring bank owner like Mr. Saltarian you should allow yourself a small thrill. Something to look at when lying alone in the dark in your new home.”

Omg omg omg yess I’m keeping the poster !! this surely won’t lead to consequences : )))

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Chapter Two: La Principessa

“She should be scared, she’s marrying fucking Saltarian.” Ooo storm’s brewing !!! Anyone else get a lil hot under the collar at Cardi Copia’s mere mention of Saltarian this way ??

Satan’s Dick !

Hehehe Ciaooo Cardinal🥰….. “Mi scusi Principessa, are you looking to collect the bounty?”

YES READER GET HIS ASS/NOSE

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Chapter Three: Promises “But…you have been whispering for me at night” ummmmmmm - /pos

“She’s not fucking riding with you Swiss.” ummmmmmmmm !!!! no I’m not hehe you’re so right, Cardinal

SUNSHINE MOMENT + Sunshine’s perspective on CHOICE YES PLEASE

“Clearly it meant a lot to you, so I wanted to replace it.” my face 🤭!

Okie dokie!!!

Brizio my beloved

“Faster, eh? Good idea, Principessa!” - what if I swoon -

His hands agh his hands, p leas ,e ________

Chapter Four: There’s Something about Mary

YESSSS I love to justify my hatred and apathy for Saltarian yess

“There are plenty of pretty girls in the world, Mr. Goore, I don’t plan on wasting my time mourning this one.” cold as fuck ??? /pos

“You pregnant, Sweet Cheeks?” // “Excuse me?” Your indignant question was nearly drowned out by The Cardinal’s sudden laughter. You shoved your elbow back into his gut and he groaned before muttering ‘sorry’ into your ear. hehehe

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Chapter Five: Copia

Aether & Sunshine bickering hehe

“Sunshine, stop giving her knives!” 😂

GET THEIR ASS READERRRRRR

Copia/Reader Reunion 🥲

“We’ll have to find some time for that, eh?” gahhhh

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Chapter Six: The Newlywed Game

“Si, si fine. You’re very dangerous. Now pay attention.” 😊

“I’m helping love blossom here, Mountain. Take some notes.” SUNSHINE I LOVE YOU

“Cowboys were strange.” :))

“Oh you are trouble, Mr. Emeritus.” !!!!

He was blushing. YESSS BOYYYY

“Maybe you start dreaming about me, eh? Maybe your hands start wandering…” shhhhhhh

“Copia had snuck up right behind you so when you turned around you nearly smacked into his chest.” Ooooooooooooooooooo

Copia didn’t say a word, he just moved his hands to your waist and then lifted you onto the dresser. STAYFUCKINGCALM.jpg

“I have a reputation to uphold Principessa.” ✨

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Chapter Seven: The Ministry

tumblr user @ramblingoak you are simply too damn CLEVER

I just. This is… my favorite chapter? They’re all my favorite chapter. But the whole concept is so cohesive and the characterization is so specific and I can see the scenes in my mind??

“I do and if you could bring yourself to give a shit about anything but getting your dick wet you should too.” it’s funny, it’s in-character, it crystallizes this relationship, I’m ??

Copia kissed with his whole body. Ehehehe…

“Copia! These are clean sheets keep him away.” / “Ai, Brizio is clean.” Cope is not here for the #BrizioDisrespect

More hair was hanging down and you couldn't help but hesitantly reach out to brush it back just like he did to your own hair. / “Go to sleep, Principessa.” / You jumped at the sound of his voice, jerking your arm back and shoving it under the covers.

Before he could answer the door to his office burst open, Mist quickly striding in. The look on her face was one Secondo hadn’t seen for nearly 10 years. OH SHIT OH FUCK

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Chapter Eight: Playing House

Th.e.. The whole chapter. .

Dewdrop flinched when Ethel pushed the end of the barrel closer to him./ “Nothing! Unholy shit, your barn is fine!” / hehehe

The ROSARY WHAT IF I SOB

“Do you remember this morning, Principessa? When you said I could touch you?”

“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day.” OAAAAAKK

“Because it’s getting harder for me to stop.” BOY

“Did you rub your clit like this? Is this what you like?” gaaaaaaaaaa

Every time you tried to reach for him he’d gently press you back down into the bed. “Soon, Principessa. Soon, I promise you.”

“So this is what you do when I leave, eh?” oop. Maybe .😳

“Ciao, Principessa.” Copia turned towards you and gave you a lazy grin. “Cat got your tongue?” king shit

“Mr. Emeritus put a shirt on!” HEHE

The doggy hair shake so cute I SWOON

“Tsk, so many buttons. I’m not sure I like this skirt.”

“What can I…Copia what should I do?” / “Just touch me, it won’t take much.” GAH

Copia twitched and hissed when you lightly nipped the skin under his jaw. “Ok, ok fine. You’re developing some bad habits, Principessa.” PLEASE why isn’t he REAL

You squealed and kissed Copia on the cheek, blushing a bit when you realized you’d done that in front of the others. Ehehehe yayyy

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I really hope this is amusing for you rather than annoying ---- thanku so much for putting so much time and effort into this fic. It's been not-so-easy being human lately, and you made my night much brighter !!

um again I'm @copium-copia if you wanna be ghesties or anything

It's not annoying at all!! Oh my gosh, you are so sweet 😭

I appreciate you taking the time to find your favorite parts. I appreciate you taking the time to READ my story to begin with. I'm so glad you are enjoying it and I hope you continue to do so! You're the best, thank you sooooo much 💙

#message box #crying in front of my laptop nothing to see here #the cardinal's bride #thank you again you're amazing

[rookthorne]

Your writing is phenomenal 🤎

What advice or research/resource tips could you give a writer newly trying to get into more mature-explicit (All natures- battles, love making, whump) scenes or fics ? 🥹

hello, my darling! thank you for your kind words! 🥰

firstly, can I just say that it's a lil' surreal that people are coming to me for advice...? I was in your shoes not that long ago now, and it's blowing my mind that sweethearts such as yourself are asking me for the tips and tricks. like damn, this is insane. ANYWAY

my advice will be under the cut, because, as per usual, I can't shut the fuck up - but this once? it may actually be warranted! 🤣

one thing I live by, that you first have to get into your mind, is that you need to have something on the paper - no matter how bad you may think it is, you must have something on that document. you cannot edit, beta, or work with, a blank page.

this translates so well into mature and explicit works. when I first started, I couldn't write a cuddle scene without blushing (but yet I read the filthiest smut, go figure).

having a mental picture is also crucial to get this to work - whether you visualise, watch videos (p-rn, battle scenes, or medical shows, etc), or whether you follow reputable websites that provide facts - it is crucial to have this step, without it, you have nothing to work with.

this is where I tend to differ from other writers, so this may be one off advice, but I literally just write. I don't stop to think, I don't stop to listen to that voice that is telling me it's stupid. I write, and then edit later (cue my advice earlier - cannot edit a blank page).

I don't always research first.

GASP

I know, the horror, right?

sometimes that's the way it goes! while, yes, it is very important to have research backing your works, sometimes the muse just doesn't let you! and that's okay - because you can always go back over your work with a critical eye, rather than a creative one.

I am a firm believer in not stunting your creativity for reality, where you can help it.

but, alas, here I am not getting to the point.

do not, under any circumstance during your research, use Wikipedia. if you go to Wikipedia because you have no other choice, scroll to the bottom and go to those sources - more often than not, these are medical journals, and they do tend to be available for public perusing.

I learnt how to write smut via a previous beta, and she was very graceful in educating me the tricks of the trade. but you can also learn a lot from other writers - just by reading their works! that is how I got to the point that I am at now. I spent hours seeing the differences between writers, and I related what they did in their works to my own creations in the sense of flow, placement, and structure. sooner than later, I ended up mapping out scenes in my head, and if I wasn't sure on how something worked, I reached out to my fellow writers and asked for advice, or asked for a beta! if you feel that isn't an option, watching p-rn is a very good substitute in learning how it all works, or how a position would look, or just in general smuttiness. here is one of the guides that I used.

regarding battle scenes (god I fucking love writing them), it's important to get the ambience right, and the flow of movements without dragging on. it's such a fine balance and it is so fucking easy to tip the scales one way or another, rather than keeping it level. I am a history nerd when it comes to anything Norse/Viking, so I have background and knowledge to help my flow, but watching movies and shows (even documentaries!) is a big help! they will teach you the dynamic movement and flow of how someone would handle a sword, or an axe, or a shield. here is a good combat resource.

whump... oh, my beloved whump, how I fucking adore writing whump. but I have a penchant for torturing and snapping my glow sticks, not everyone is as torturous as me. 🤣

this is where research is the most important, or prior knowledge. I never attempt a whump fic or scene without researching first - it is the only exception to my above statement of not always doing it first.

WebMD is an excellent source for learning about illnesses and the courses of treatment, same with medical journals. I have a few tags on my blog: writing resources, writing tips, writing help - that will direct you to many blogs that have countless resources.

last but not least, reach out to as many writers that you can!

I can't speak for everyone, but I preach that my inbox is always open, both on here and discord, to ask for help or advice regarding anything - whether that be writing scenes, beta work, or just general advice regarding anything writing/creating/aesthetics/graphics! I have a big wheelhouse and I am more than willing to share what I know if it will help someone else, and you can be sure that if I don't know something, I won't stop until I know how to help. never be afraid to reach out to me if you need more help, I don't bite! 💗

I really hope my essay helped you, nonnie, I tried my best - even if I got a bit rambly, my bad 😅🤣

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