#Naturally i gave her a pat and told her how beautiful she was

[yvehattan]

First edition translation of Demons, or The Devils, or The Possessed found out in the wilds.

Dostoevsky be upon you.

[worldlxvlys]

i NEED a wedding day typa thing with matt where hes just stressing and his vows are cuter than anything and he admires u while ur walking down the aisle that typa shit

long enough

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: noneeeee

a/n: hope you likeee <33

don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry.

i took a deep breath as i stared at the doors, waiting for her to come through them.

i’ve waited for this day for so long, and now that it was actually happening it felt surreal.

“please stand”

as i watched everyone collectively stand up i felt a rush of nerves take over me.

this was really happening.

i wasn’t in my 9th grade science class, watching her expertly mix chemicals together, day dreaming about marrying her.

we weren’t studying for our math test together, her explaining how to solve the problem while i zoned out, imagining how amazing she would be at planning our wedding.

i wasn’t watching her walk down the stairs on prom night, finally seeing which dress she chose, thinking about what it’d be like to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.

now, i was living it.

every minute i spent longing for her, all of the pain i went through waiting for her, it all led up to this exact moment.

chris, most likely picking up on my nerves, patted my shoulder lightly from his spot beside me.

i momentarily glanced over to him, and he gave me a slight nod.

nick, who was on the other side of him, gave me a quick thumbs up.

i took another deep breath, attempting to relax, as i watched the doors in anticipation.

the moment they opened up, i lost it.

i let out a quick breath, tears welling in my eyes when i saw her standing there.

i held my breath for a second while i took in her dress. it was perfect for her.

the white seemed to make her glow, only adding to her natural beauty.

the top of the dress was lined with intricate designs, with a touch of lace to top it off.

the straps were thin, but not too thin, a detail of the dress she was adamant about being perfect.

the bottom of the dress was long, but not long enough where she had to worry about it dragging behind her too much.

the dress had a small slit going up her leg. it wasn’t anything too crazy, just long enough for me to see the lace garter decorating her thigh, peeking through when she walked.

it was unlikely that anyone else even saw it, however, i was purposefully looking for it.

the dress just screamed her. it was simple, yet so unique. the extravagance wasn’t in the dress itself, but in the details.

it was clear that she put an abundance of time and thought into picking out the dress, and it paid off.

“oh my god” i whispered under my breath, attempting to blink back my tears.

READER’S POV

“take a breath” mary lou spoke as she rubbed my back gently.

i was currently staring at the doors in anticipation, my hands shaking lightly.

i did as she said, inhaling through my nose and out of my mouth.

“i’ll be next you the whole time, sweetheart” she smiled at me.

my parents and i were on less than optimal terms, as they liked to call it.

at least, that’s what they said when people asked about it.

they were never there for me, but mary lou and jimmy were. i never even had to ask her to be the one to walk me down the aisle, we both always knew it would be her.

“i’m so grateful for you” i told her, my voice wavering slightly.

she pulled me into a hug, giving me a slight squeeze.

“good, cause you’re stuck with me” she chuckled.

after waiting a few more minutes, the doors finally opened.

everyone’s head turned to me, and my eyes widened slightly under the pressure of so many people’s gaze.

“you’re ok” she whispered to me, knowing how i would react.

my eyes found matt’s across the aisle, and my focus on everyone else completely faded away.

tears were streaming down his face as he stared at me in awe.

i took in his appearance, and almost melted right there.

he looked so good.

his suit was crisp, no doubt the result of him making sure it was hanging at all times. knowing him, he probably never even took it out of the protective bag, wanting it to stay wrinkle-free.

his tie was tied perfectly, the result of him watching youtube videos repeatedly, needing to master the skill. (mary lou ended up having to teach him how to do it over facetime.)

every piece of his tuxedo matched perfectly, his meticulous planning shining through.

the tux fit him better than i ever could have imagined.

he wore a few rings, knowing how much i loved them on his hands. i was excited for one ring in particular, though.

as mary lou guided me down the aisle, i noticed matt’s gaze run up and down my body, stopping at the garter that i let him pick out.

i smiled lightly at that, watching as he met my eyes again.

once we got to the end of the aisle, we stopped directly in front of matt.

“hi baby” i whispered to him, watching as he began to laugh lightly.

his smile grew even wider as mary lou, handed him a few tissues for his tears.

we both laughed lightly at this, “where did you get that?” i asked. everyone around us laughed at that.

“no, i’m serious. where did that come from?” i asked, confused.

we were met with more laughter, my question left unanswered.

she gave us both a kiss to the cheek, before placing my hand in his.

i felt tears of my own start to fall at the gesture.

“you may now be seated” everyone sat down at the request.

“family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share in this wonderful occasion. today we are here together to unite matt and y/n in marriage”

“and now for the vows” the officiator spoke. matt decided he wanted to go first.

“ok, hi” he breathed out, a large grin spreading on his face. “y/n, i have spent such a long time dreaming about this day. for so long, i would tell chris and nick that i was gonna marry you one day. but then you started chasing after other guys and you seemed so unattainable all of a sudden. but we’re finally here, we’re getting married” he whispered excitedly, as though he couldn’t believe it, “and there’s no one else that i’d rather be with. i love how deeply you care about the things that are important to you, like this. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen everything in this room on your pinterest board at some point” the room filled with chuckles, “ you’ve put so much love and time into this and i’m so grateful to have found someone who cares about this, who cares about me so much. and seeing you walk down that aisle with my mom, i-” his voice broke as his lip began to quiver slightly.

i sniffled softly, blinking rapidly as more tears fell from my eyes.

“you mean everything to me, and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he finished.

when the officiator gestured to me, i began my vows.

“ geez, that was really good” i breathed out, making everyone laugh.

“ok” i spoke as i took a deep breath, “matt, i have loved you for so long. i can’t even pinpoint when, we were so young. but, i always thought that i was just gonna be in the crowd, watching you do this with someone else. i never imagined, for a second, that you felt the same. and growing up, your mom would always tell me that when we got married, she’d be the one to hand me off to you. and i never believed that i would actually get to experience that”

“i love you more than words can describe, and i’m so happy to be able to call you my husband. i’m so grateful to be marrying my best friend, because i couldn��t imagine life without you, and now i never have to. thank you for accepting me, thank you for loving me. just- thank you” i finished.

“do you matthew sturniolo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“of course i do” he spoke, staring at me.

“and do you y/n , take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?

“i do”

we were then given our rings to exchange.

as i slid the ring on matt’s finger, i spoke “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

matt did the same with my ring, “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

“by the authority vested in me by the state of massachusetts , i now pronounce you husband and wife!”

“you may now-” he didn’t even finish the sentence before matt wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

the room was filled with cheers and applause as our lips moved against each others for a few seconds, before pulling away.

he pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “you could’ve let the man finish first” i spoke, teasingly.

“i’ve waited long enough”

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[d4ndylionn]

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.

In which your all-time-favorite cannibal starts her day by insulting your attempt at a new look, your husband doesn’t take kindly to such insults.

Warnings - Body shaming, swearing, insecurities, Susan ugh Susan, Alastor in general, suggestive themes at the end

“You look absolutely fantastic, cher!” The Radio Demon loudly proclaimed, his trademark smile pulled wider than usual as he took in your form out of its usual wear.

“Stop, you. I’m only wearing this because it looked sad sitting in the closet.” Your reasoning was silly in his opinion, “Clothes have no expression!” He would’ve said but kept to himself to refrain from making you sad.

“Well, worry not, my dear!” Alastor began, taking your hand into his and pulling you towards him at a surprising speed. “Alastor!” You yelped as he twirled you in your new dress, closing his arms around you as soon as your back hit his chest.

“You’ll always look delectable in whatever you wear…”

His voice lowered as the static in his throat rumbled from behind you, making the hairs on your neck stand on end as you squeak and noticeably shiver. “My! Stop teasing!” You finally break away from his hold and slap his bicep, scolding your husband for his behavior while he only chuckled. “Alright, alright, cher, let’s go on an outing today. Rosie will absolutely adore your look once we visit Cannibal Town!”

“Oh my stars! Alastor! Sweetie! So nice to see you lot around here again!”

Once you and your husband stepped foot into Rosie’s Emporium and into the long lines of cannibals waiting to see their overlord, the said woman weaved through the crowd with a bright smile before gasping loudly at the sight of you,

“Oh honey! You look absolutely divine, you gorgeous, gorgeous girl!” Rosie quickly held both your shoulders and gave you a little twirl with how giddy she was about you. “Oh dear, we’re doing a lot of spinning today!” You muttered as the Cannibal Overlord settled you down on the ground while dusting your shoulder off with a pat. “I told you she’d love your look, cher.” Alastor chided in with a smug grin, leaning on his cane as he waited for Rosie to stop gushing over his beautiful wife. (He’d have to wait months before the smiley woman would ever stop). After an hour of conversing, Rosie had taken her leave to continue on with her work, leaving you two alone to stroll around outside the emporium.

“You look good, girl,” A voice as rough as sandpaper spoke from behind and down your gaze was the lady in blue that you know and hate love. “Thank you, miss Su-“

“For a waitress, that is!”

Well you were caught off guard and so was your husband, “A what now?” His eye twitched as he tilted his head, the hands that were gripping his microphone now dented it. “Your little wifey here looks like she could lose a few of those tubs workin’ at a diner! No husband would wanna stay with this.” Susan gestured to you, specifically your torso. So embarrassing, really, you were so humiliated that you unconsciously pulled at the fabric covering your stomach to at least let you gain a sense of non-exposure. It was all for naught when you felt Alastor’s hand snake around your waist, the fabric under his arm pinned to accentuate your hips.

“Maybe try and aim to be someone like me! A natural beauty! Unlike your sorry excuse of a-“

“I admire the concern, Susan!” Alastor’s ever-present smile felt as if he was baring his teeth at her instead, he pulled you closer to him in the process as he narrowed his eyes at the cannibal. “Certainly big talk for a woman with a big mirror for her equally big, sagging mass of skin she calls natural beauty!” With each venom he spat, he got closer to her face, the static in his voice becoming too loud for the rest of his insults to be heard, leaving Susan to just scoff and walk away from you and your husband. Even when he had the last word though, he still gave his last word, “We’re glad you had room for a conversation with us! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to fit!”

“Slow down, Buck, the woman’s already leaving, let’s go home.” However amused you were, the lingering sense of humiliation gnawed at you, unnoticed by your husband who continued ranting about Susan. “Big talk! Haha! I was on a roll there, cher!” A laughing track played from his cane and when he received a hum in response was when he noticed your soured mood.

Night had fallen in Hell and the two of you spent it inside your shared hotel room, the gentle breeze of the bayou that took up his room did little to cool the burning sensations in your body. “Alastor, please, I-“ “No way in Hell are you listening to that ornery old bitch, dear.” The Radio Demon trailed his claws along your stomach before he gripped your hips tight, “Your body was made to be worshipped, not insulted.” he led his hands up to rest one hand on your neck and the other intertwining with yours. “Praised by me alone.”

Your throat constricted in the way you knew well enough and as his hand left your throat, a ghostly-green chain was left in his wake.

“I alone own you, body and soul.”

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

The Strongest Cullen

Based on this request:  I loved your Jasper headcanon! Could you write a fic with it? Like Jasper meets his mate, but she’s human and he’s scared he’ll hurt her because of his strong blood lust. After they get to know each other, the reader tells Jasper what she thinks(your headcanon) and that she knows he his stronger than he thinks and that he won’t hurt her.

Here you are! I apologize for the wait! Familiar characters are NEVER mine!

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Mentions of vampire diet(I mean, it's Twilight), Jasper is an anxious boy. Fluff!

Pairings/Characters: Jasper Hale x fem!reader, mentions of other Cullens, specifically Emmett.

Carlisle frowned at the look on his adopted son's face. While Jasper was always tense around humans at school, he had never come home looking so morose. "Jasper?" The blond looked at Carlisle and sighed. "My mate…is human." It didn't take long for Carlisle to catch the drift. "And you're worried you'll harm them?" Jasper nodded which caused Carlisle to ask about the bloodlust around the mate.

       "I don't-I don't feel the need to drain her. Really, I hardly feel the bloodlust around her, but what happens if an accident happens to someone else while I'm around her? I'm the weakest link, we all know that, especially after what happened with Bella. If someone else is bleeding around us, I can't guarantee she won't be hurt as well."

       Carlisle smiled a little and patted his son on the shoulder. "Jasper, I really don't think that will happen. If you don't feel the bloodlust with her, it's possible that she will actually be able to calm you. Maybe you should give her a chance. You know mates, true mates, are a rare find. You should give it a chance if that's what your heart is telling you no matter what anyone else says." Carlisle left Jasper to think on what he'd said.

*time skip*

       Jasper couldn't fight his smile as you laughed after beating Emmett at Mario Kart…again. "I told you, Big Bear, you cannot beat me," you said with a giggle. Emmett pouted playfully and you leaned back into Jasper. A smile made its way to Jasper's face. He was more than happy that he gave loving you a chance. Still, he worried that something would happen to you. You were, by nature, fragile compared to him.

       "What's on your mind, handsome?" you asked, carding your fingers through his hair. Jasper sighed before standing and reaching his hand out to you. You didn't hesitate even a moment in taking his hand. Jasper led you up to his room and closed the door. For a moment, Jasper said nothing. He had no idea how to approach this with you.

       "Jasper? Are you okay?" you asked, looking up at him with such concern, the vampire melted. "There's something I need to tell you," he whispered. You sat down on the bed that Jasper, unbeknownst to you, had purchased simply so you would have somewhere to nap when you visited.

       "Okay. You're scaring me a little so just…get it over with." Jasper chuckled a little to himself. If you were scared now, he could only imagine how scared you'd be after he told you. "I-that is-my family and I…we're not exactly normal." You snorted a little. "No shit. What's normal about being so damn beautiful it should be illegal? Or never, and I do mean NEVER eating even though your mom cooks like a gourmet chef? Or the fact that none of you look like you get any sleep? Or the fact that I'm always so calm around you?"

       Jasper heard his family laughing downstairs and sighed. "Beautiful, you are not making this easy," he joked. You gave him a smile and took his hand. "I'm sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood a little. Whatever it is you have to tell me, I'm ready to listen."

       "We're vampires." The words just came out, as easy as breathing. You blinked at him for a moment and for that moment, Jasper couldn't feel any emotion coming from you at all. It frightened him, honestly. But then as suddenly as it happened, you were back. "Vampires? O-Oh okay. Well that explains…a lot actually." Jasper couldn’t feel any fear from you. Just curiosity.

“I can feel that you have questions. Ask,” he stated. He wanted to get this over with, just in case you chose to break his heart. You pondered for a minute as Edward’s laughter drifted up to Jasper. Clearly the mind reader had heard something funny in your thoughts. “So you’ve got some vampiric powers or whatever, right?” Jasper nodded and a slight frown made your brows furrow. “Does that mean Emmett’s been letting me win Mario Kart?!” 

Jasper stared for what felt like an eternity. Then, before he could stop himself, he began laughing. Really laughing for the first time in a very long time. “Really?” he asked between laughs, “I tell you to ask questions and that’s what comes to your mind?” You shrugged a little. “Look, I expect to cream your brother at video games fair and square.”

“You, Darling, are something else.” You beamed and gently tugged at his hand so he would sit down next to you. “Got you to laugh, didn’t I? Jasper, if you thought I was going to run, then you clearly don’t know me at all. We’ve been together for what, eleven months now? If you were going to hurt me, you would have already.” Jasper’s smile dropped almost instantly, but he replied, “There’s more. Some vampires have…gifts.”

“Since you’re telling me this, I assume you’re one of those vampires?” He nodded. “I am. I’m an empath. I can sense and influence anything anyone is feeling. Sometimes it even happens by accident. Edward’s a telepath.” It was in that moment your face finally showed fear, but that conflicted with what Jasper was feeling from you. 

“Y-You mean Edward can read minds? Like every mind?” Jasper confirmed, but mentioned that Bella was the exception. “Oh that’s…not good.” Jasper arched a brow and smirked a little. “Don’t look at me like that. You are insanely good-looking and there may have been a few…not so innocent thoughts a time or two.” Jasper shook his head fondly and chuckled. “Really though, why are you telling me this now? Has something happened?” Jasper denied it, but replied, “It’s only a matter of time though. I-I’m not as…strong as the rest of my family when it comes to our diet.”

“Your diet?” you asked, squeezing Jasper’s cold hand a little tighter. “We feed on animals. It sustains us, but not as well as human blood. I’m newest to the diet besides Bella and have struggled the most. I’m a weak link.” Your confusion grew in an instant. “Why do you say that? Do you think you’re dangerous to me? Do you want MY blood?” Jasper immediately denied your thoughts. “No. I just need to warn you. Accidents have happened around me. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” He then proceeded to tell you what happened with Bella and you asked a few questions.

Once you’d gotten your answers, you sat in silence for a little while. Jasper felt your emotions, confusion, curiosity, love, devotion. No fear, uncertainty, or disgust. That was a good sign. “What are you thinking, Darling?” he asked after a few minutes. “I don’t think you’re weak, Jasper.” His eyes widen. Had you not heard what he said? “What?”

“Think about it,” you told him, “You’re an empath. You said yourself that animal blood doesn’t satisfy as well as human blood.” At his nod, you continued, “Well then, it stands to reason that, when Bella gave herself that paper cut, you were all feeling some form of thirst, right?” Again, Jasper agreed. You nodded like you’d just solved a great mystery.

“There you go! You weren’t just feeling your own thirst, Jas. You were feeling Alice, Emmett, Rosie’s…everyone else’s as well. The thirst of seven vampires hitting you all at once. No wonder you snapped. You are absolutely not weak, Jasper Hale. In fact, I think you’re the strongest person I have ever known.”

Your impassioned words left Jasper speechless. His eyes filled with tears that would never fall. “I don’t deserve you. You are too good for me. You understand so much more than I thought you would. You’re compassionate and brilliant and I think I…love you, Y/N,” he admitted when he felt like he could finally speak again. You beamed at him. “Nonsense. You deserve all the love I have to give. And I love you too, Jasper. Fangs and all.” He rolled his eyes as you giggled.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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[httpdollie]

— DEAD TO ME

GOJO SATORU X GN! READER X GUEST

content warning: angst, infidelity, hurt with comfort, distressed gojo men :(, model! reader, ceo! gojo, i didn’t proof read lol

word count: 4k+

part 1.

They were gone. Actually gone. The white haired man’s vision went blurry as he started to cry in the pouring rain. He stood there as you got into the cab, slamming the door and watching it speed off.

He patted down his pockets, looking for his phone before making his sulking walk back to this apartment building. He pulled out his phone and immediately started texting and calling you. He tried and tried, each time he was immediately to voicemail till he could no longer. Leaving him shocked with his mouth wide open when he realized you blocked him. Satoru felt the swiftly leave his lungs, starting to panic more as the elevator took him up to his floor.

He didn’t mean for this to happen. It was only supposed to happen once. It was 6 months ago, you were in Milan for fashion week, he promised It was a fling. Akemi had been his assistant for half a year already, and 2 weeks into her job you had told him you think she might’ve developed a little crush on him. Yeah sure he laughed it off and blushed a little when you told him but after you got a call for work and had to leave, he did think about it a little…

Your personalities were polar opposites. She was younger than you by a couple years, more family than career oriented. She was short, had long brown hair, fair skin with a beauty mark near her eyebrow. She would wear only what he thinks you’d describe as “basic bitch clothes with potential,” which was popularly known as the clean girl aesthetic. Meanwhile you were more mature and alluring compared to her soft and seemingly sweet nature. Unlike her, your style was earthy, flamboyant and unique. Fashion designers themselves have told you how inspired they are from you after shows you’ve walked in. Anytime you’d visit him at work, his own employees would stand around and gawk at you. Sometimes he’d wish you’d give up your job so he can just take care of you.

He didn’t know why he kissed Akemi for the first time when you left. He doesn’t know the reason why he kept sneaking off, lying, tricking you to sleep around with her. At first it was an accident, then it was just a habit. He never thought you’d know, he told himself all the time it was going to end soon, he was going to marry you because unlike her; you were it for him.

He walked through the door to his apartment, eyes swollen. He looked around the room, seeing Akemi, smiling wide as she wore the ring his fiancé, now ex fiancé, threw at him. His eyes wide as he practically stomped his way towards her, pulling the finger off her finger, throwing it across the room.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Can you take that off… I spent a lot of money on that.” He stood in front of her, voice strained from balling his eyes out, he slipped the ring off her finger and into his pocket. She pouted out her lip at him as he gave her a faint but fake smile.

“Well, they’re gone now, so I can finally have you to myself.” She smirked looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants before getting down on her knees. He put his hand against her shoulder, taking a deep breath while looking down at her. “Just get out please.” He said calmly with a tight lipped expression.

“What?” Her round eyes go wide, brimming with tears.

“I said out! Leave!” He points to the door, watching her quickly get up and run to his room, slamming the door. Silence took up the room, soon she came out huffing and puffing with tears streaming down her face. Guilt once again settled at the bottom of his stomach.

“Fuck you!” She yelled at him. “I thought you loved me!” She cried out as she reached for the door, looking back at him for a response. Gojo stared at her, mouth open to say something before snapping shut. With a blank expression, he told her to close the door on her way out. She huffed before slamming the door shut. The blue-eyed man facepalmed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call his best friend to unload the his big time fuck up.

You called your mother in the cab, telling her you’d be staying the night with your manager, Shoko. When in reality you were making your way to the nearest bar. You push the tinted glass door, revealing your wet figure to the dim lit room. Jazz music is softly playing in the background as your shoes squeak against the clean floors. The bar was empty, you prayed to yourself that this place wasn’t about to close. You called out, no noise to be heard before the silence was interrupted with the sound of dishes clashing together. You sit on the bar stool, taking your jacket off and placing it on the empty stool next to you. You look at the empty bar, huffing as you rested your face in your hands trying to hold back your tears. Hearing someone walk towards you, standing in front of you, behind the counter of the bar stood a tall man.

“You okay? Have a rough day at work?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you. You peered up at the blonde man and gave him a weak smile, sniffing a little bit before trying to make yourself more presentable.

“Definitely not at work but you can say it was pretty rough.” You lightly laugh at yourself, trying to hold more tears back.

“Well if that’s the case do you want something strong or something sweet?” he spoke softly like he was concerned.

“Maybe a bit of both but only one drink, can’t be seen in public wasted.” You replied quietly.

“Came to the right bar then, I’m Nanami, I own the place.” He introduced himself. The blonde turned around, grabbing a tall glass, liquor and syrups off the shelf.

“I’m Y/n”

“Oh, I know.”

“You do?” You questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Gojo’s fiancé? He doesn’t shut up about you when he comes here and drinks all my alcohol with his employees.” He replied, while pouring your drink into your glass

“Well, he’s officially my ex fiancé as of today.” You corrected, he turned around giving you a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry about that.” He placed the pink drink in front of you.

“I’m not.” You smiled, this time with confidence before looking at the drink. “A cosmopolitan? Love your thinking.” You commented, taking a sip of the drink.

“Of course, cocktails are a personal favourite.” A content smile formed on his face at the compliment. “You can always do better than a man like him, not very respectable in my opinion.”

“Are you supposed to talk about your customers that way?” You said as you laughed, making him join as well.

“Only the ones I don’t like.” He chuckled

“Hope I stay on your good side then.”

Days had gone by without a word from Gojo after his initial call to Geto. Now he stood in front of the man’s apartment, typing in the pin to unlock the door. Geto walked through the usually tidy apartment— now in its fallen stark. He looked at the piled up dishes and crushed beer cans on the floor, mentally preparing himself for the state Satoru would be in. He was crying hysterically when Geto saw him. Gojo wasn’t on to cry much, usually just laughing off his emotions, like it was nothing. Right now, he was a mess.

“I fucked up,” Satoru said in between sobs. Geto made his way to Gojo, pulling him up off the bed by his arm only for him to flop back down.

“Shit isn’t going to get better with you sulking and drinking. Get up.”

“I deserve to die.” He wailed on. “How could I cheat on them?” He muttered to himself. Shoving his already puffy face back into his pillow while he continued crying.

“Quit with the pity party would ya’?” Jerking him up by his arms again, this time with more force. “Sitting at home, crying and sulking isn’t okay? You have to own your shit Satoru, you have a company you need to take care of, I can only do so much redirecting projects and rescheduling clients while you’re gone.” He groaned before adding, “Also Akemi is gone, you should be glad you weren’t there for that mess.”

Gojo rubbed his face; taking a deep breath in, trying to shake the groggy feeling away. “I just miss them. I miss Y/n.” Satoru wept. Refusing to look at his best friend, shameful.

Geto looked at his hunched over friend. Admittedly he wasn’t fond of what his friend did to you. He was the one who introduced the two of you, he had been your friend longer than he could remember, he knew you since he was 4. Because of that, he felt guilty. Guilty, because he’s comforting him and what made him feel more guilty; is that he actually felt bad for him.

Geto instinctively put his hand on his friend's shoulder, patting him in a weird manly attempt of reassurance that he wasn’t used to giving. Telling him about how things will get better with time.

“Fuck me.”

It has been a year and a half since you last saw Gojo Satoru. You stuck to your word and left. Truly left him unlike other people who would’ve rolled over and let themselves forgive someone who betrayed them. You promised yourself happiness. You cut back on work and got a therapist. Talking to someone truly puts into perspective how much healing you really needed from having your trust broken. About 6 months after your breakup, you went on a blind date that your friend had set up… which had gone pretty bad, but you kept your hopes up. You wanted things to happen with someone organically and they did, with Nanami. He closed the bar for the day to take you out to his favourite bakery for beignets and cinnamon rolls, then to a museum and dinner later that night. Kento made you feel alive in a different way, in a way that made you feel secure. The more you were around him, the more you fell in love. Everything about him was purely charming to you

He was a former actor turned jazz bar owner (with 6 different branches). He was honest and open with you, always told you what he means, and came to every single one of your shows and events. He loved it when you’d come by during closing time after you’re done work. You’d order takeout on the way back to his place, cuddling while rewatching your favourite childhood sitcoms. Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

Your friend Utahime was celebrating her birthday. As a survivor of her alcoholic tendencies during uni, she invited you telling you it’s time to get “white girl wasted.” So of course you indulged her, it was her birthday after all. Only to be told last minute your ex had to come because she works with him. She’d be lying if she said she wanted him there but her dear friend, Geto, asked and she couldn’t risk a fight with Gojo Satoru. Now you were reluctantly getting ready. You were in your walk-in closet, deciding what jewelry to wear. You had your lip tucked between your teeth while you stood there lost in thought. Nanami wraps his arms around your waist from behind, making you jump. You turn back and playfully slap his arm before turning back around, holding his hands that trap you close to him.

“Hi angel, almost ready?” He whispers into your ear before gently kissing your neck, then cheek while you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Mmhm! Just picking out my jewelry, wanna help?” You ask, he nods, letting go of you to reach forward, and looking through the drawers of your jewelry box.

“How about these?” He asked, raising his hand to show you the pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings he’d bought for your birthday.

“Pretty.” You smiled at him, turning back around to pull out the matching necklace, switching the necklace to his hand, taking the earrings in yours. “Can you help me?”

he nods, unclasping the necklace, bringing it in front of your neck, fiddling with the clasp once again, trying to get it on. Once done, he waits for you to slip the backing of your earring on, before he turns you around.

“You sure you wanna go tonight? We can stay here and

Yeah, I can do this.” You say, mostly trying to reassure yourself, which you could tell Kento picked up on. He hummed out an okay, before pulling you closer, placing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips.

“Maybe we should stay home…” You said trailing off, making him laugh at your antics.

“Let’s get going, don’t wanna be late now huh.” He teases you, letting go of you, already making his way out of your closet.

“Wait for me!”

You were greeted at the door by Utahime and her girlfriend, your manager, Shoko. You smile at the both of them, giving them a huge while being welcomed into the booming party. You hand your gift to her, who sets it down on the tables filled with them watching them run back to the door after the doorbell was rung again. Nanami slips his hand that was on the small of your back into your hand, letting you lead him through the party to the food table.

“You hungry? Didn’t eat before you left.” You ask, grabbing a couple sweets off the fancy decorative plates on display with small tongs.

“Yeah, want me to get you a drink.”

“Please?” You look at him with a cheeky smile, he squeezes your hand, and nods saying he’ll be right back. You bit your lip, watching your fine ass man walk away. You turn to continue piling sweets onto the small plate. Only to have Nanami’s favourite type of sweet bun snatched away. You look up and groan.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“How is it fancy to see me here? I introduced you to Utahime.” You replied shortly. In the last year you’ve seen him about 3 times, in little words, you were pissed at him.

“Aww don’t be like that Y/n, it’s been a while since I saw you.” He defended himself, hands raised

“Who’s fault is that?” You remarked, recalling your unread text messages.

He ignores your question. “Look ‘Toru is gonna be here tonight, he’s gonna want to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You deadpanned.

“I figured, that’s why I'm telling you now.” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder while he turned to leave. “I’m sorry for not being there for you.” He said shortly, quickly leaving after the words leave his mouth. You stand there somewhat shocked before brushing it off when Nanami comes back with a drink for you.

“None for you?” You question, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

“I’m driving, remember?”

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry, can't believe I forgot!” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

An hour or two has gone by, the idea of Gojo being here, unknowingly, had completely left your mind as you danced with your boyfriend. He had his arms around your waist, holding you close before you turned around to kiss him; taking him by surprise. Usually he wasn’t one for pda but nobody here would care and you, and he loved indulging in you. He smiles as he kisses you, breaking apart to comment on how eager you are, only for you to agree. One hand slips from your waist to your neck, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. Though the room was full to the max, he managed to make you feel like the most important person there.

It had been 18 whole months since Gojo Satoru had talked to you, pure radio silent since you left him in the rain. 547 days and nights without you. If someone told him two years ago that you haven’t even read a single text of his in over a day he’d probably think you were dead… Now he was dead to you. The words alone were like experiencing a corkscrew to the heart. Yet his heart still yearned for you.

You hadn’t seen him, but after you left, he was always seeing you. Billboards, Magazines, videos. You were gone yet it felt like you were taunting him. Every now and then he sees you in public, every time he feels his breath hitch, admiring you from a distance. Even at this party, he felt suffocated by your presence. It’s been almost two years and people still ask if he’s your ex. Today was way worse than most times. It was Utahime’s birthday, though she was a CEO of her own fashion magazine company, the two were on talking terms. He got an invitation via his CFO Geto. He would’ve never thought the coquette, Sandy Liang and Miu Miu inspired fashion fanatic would have such a loud, crazy party.

Gojo pushed his way through the crowd of socialites, looking for the hard liquor Utahime always sought to drink during meetings. He scans the large room, filled with streamers, glitter and confetti. He swore he felt his heart beat slow upon realization. There you were. In the corner of a crowded room, making out with the guy that makes his drinks every friday. Satoru scoffed at the sight, taking a glass shot off a tray, downing it quickly before taking two more as he glared the blonde down.

He had one hand on your waist while the other rested on your face, caressing you gently. He stood there red in the face while he watched you smile in between the kisses you shared. The blonde kissed your forehead before saying something to you he couldn’t hear before walking towards the table Gojo stood at. He quickly made a b-line towards you. As he approached you he watched your eyes go wide, making a pain of guilt flood his body as he neared you. You anxiously slip your hands together, looking around the room, playing with your fingers trying not to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

“What do you want?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to talk any longer than you need to.

“Can we please talk? It's been so long since I saw you last and I just want closure.” Gojo spoke softly, putting his hand on your shoulder with a warm smile. You give him a confused look before brushing his hand off your arm.

“What do you need closure about?

“About how we ended things, look, I just wanna talk.” He said in that familiar pouting voice. It made you sick. “Who’s that guy you were talking with?” He asks you, as if he were jealous, his comfortability and tone being too much for you.

“He’s my boyfriend, and he’s just getting me a drink right now, can you leave me alone?” You raise your eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Yeah after you left me expla-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Gojo. It’s been a year and a half, I got over it and so should you.” You say brushing past him. Walking towards Kento, he hands you your drink before you put it down telling him how you want to leave soon, glancing back at him. Noticing his stare before walking out of his eyesight. He noticed Nanami staring, Gojo glared at him, giving him a smug look walking past him in the same direction you went. Purposefully hitting his shoulder as he walked by; glancing back as if to acknowledge him.

He found you hugging the birthday girl, smiling sweetly at your friend while chatting. He smiled to himself, reminiscing the look on your face. He watched you leave, walking out the door. Gojo passed Utahime, muttering a quick happy birthday to her before following after you. He looked around the street, once he spotted you he jogged toward you, standing in front of you to stop you.

“One chance! Please! Just one.” He pleaded, this time his voice was shaking.

You inhaled slowly, rolling your eyes at the sight. “Fine, talk”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Right now, he looks remorseful; purely full of regret. It was weird how happy the sight made you. It made you feel guilty knowing that you’re happy to see him in distress like you were in.

“I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I wanted, I wasn’t aware of what I really had.” His voice cracked, tears talked down his cheek.

You bit your lip, feeling tears wanted to come up but blink them away, instead watching tears fall down his pale skin.

“Gojo it’s fine, I'm over it. It was a long time ago.” You said exasperated. “I’ve moved on from it. You don’t need to apologize to me, you should go back inside.” You insisted, looking around for Nanami.

“Please, I'd do anything to make this right with you. I love you so much.” You look back at him, scoffing at his words.

“Gojo, I have a boyfriend. I literally just told you about so why are you doing this right now?”

Gojo looked at you wide eyed, more tears rolling down his cheek.

“Please Y/n… I need you.”

“You need me? Are you serious? You expect me to up and leave my boyfriends for the man that cheated on me?” You were met with silence from him. You turn your heel as if to leave, only to turn back to him.

“You’re obsessed, Satoru. You’re the one who hurt me! I don’t owe you an explanation for leaving you, you should just accept it and move on. It’s called letting go!” You exclaimed loudly, meeting the end of your patience. “The entirety of that year, you told me I had nothing to worry about, reassuring me, comforting me when you were just gaslighting me! Do you know how crazy I felt making excuses for you never coming to plans with our friends knowing you were lying to me?” You asked angrily. “I don’t know how long you’ve been fucking her, all that I care about is you being out of my life, forever. I don’t want you anymore and I never needed you. Not like I need him so let me be happy.” You shouted, chest heaving up and down as you tried calming yourself down.

Gojo opened his mouth, about to speak only for you to interject.

“Gojo, I hope the best for you, I truly do, I just hope that your best is nowhere near my happiness.”

Satoru felt his heart once again stop. For the second time tonight he felt frozen and unsure of what to say or do. Tears welled up in his eyes, his hand reaching for yours but stopped after seeing a figure walking up behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/n, I never wanted to hurt you.”

You felt a hand gently rest itself onto your shoulder, you looked back to see your boyfriend, you felt your lip quiver as you looked at him. He opens his arms, pulling you into a side hug, guiding you away from Satoru. You took Nanami’s hand into yours, walking away from Gojo. Kento muttered about how strong you were into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. He gave your hand a tight squeeze, walking you towards the car, his hand left yours, opening your door. He gives you his hand as you step into the car. Closing the door for you once you’re buckled in. He turns, making eye contact with the white haired man, before smirking at him, giving a small wave.

Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

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[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello! I saw you were taking requests so if you don't mind can you do one with cassian where reader and him have a cute little baby girl and just some lovely bonding with their family. Lots of cute moments with their baby girl ❤️

Wings.

Cassian x f!Reader.

Masterlist

Warnings; Mentions of abuse (clipping)

Hope you enjoy it!

Clear sky, and bright sun the day was perfect and what made it even better is that Cassian put all his duties on hold to spend the day with you and your beautiful 14-month-old baby girl Alette. You and Cassian picked that name because it means -small winged one- in an ancient language. Alette recently started walking and you were exhausted, she would stand up, flare those little wings and run around the house, bumping into tables and breaking everything along the way. You dreaded the day she would figure out how to fly and the thought that you won’t be able to fly with her brought too much pain. You and Cassian met in one of his missions, he came to the Illyrian camp you were raised in because someone had informed them that they kept the clipping. When he landed, he was met with the sight of you, naked and blood streaming down your back, then the mating bond snapped and he went feral, he slaughtered everyone responsible for your clipping. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t save your wings and even though you were devastated he helped you so much that you got over it very quickly. Well not entirely because when Alette was born, and you saw her small wings you realised that you wouldn’t be able to teach her how to fly or play with her in the sky. Cassian of course noticed this and reassured you that he would help you experience all those things.

 Alette is the spitting image of her father, black hair, golden- brown skin and your personal favorite; hazel eyes. Other than that, she is also taller and stronger than the other kids her age. At first you joked that you would call her Cassian junior or Cassiana but when you saw your mate’s excitement you quickly told him no and never mentioned it again.

Alette’s giggle pulled you out of your thoughts, she was currently sitting on the floor in the dining room watching Azriel’s shadows slithering around as he got ready to leave. Cassian was still sleeping.

“I’m leaving do you need a ride?” Azriel asked as he patted his body probably checking if he has all his weapons.

“No, thank you… I will wake Cassian up if I need something” you replied. “He’s still sleeping?” Azriel quirked one eyebrow.

“Yes, Alette kept him up all night” you muttered. The shadowsinger nodded and with a kiss on Alette’s head he was gone.

“Dada” your daughter shouted. “You want dada?” you asked her and smiled when she eagerly nodded. She is such a daddy’s girl. You thought and picked her up.

You walked into your room; Cassian was sprawled on the bed in his underwear. His muscled body on display and his face soft with his full lips parted as he quietly snored. Alette was wiggling in your arms, trying to escape as she saw her dad.

You placed her on the bed, and she crawled towards him, when she reached him and tried to get on top of his chest Cassian grabbed her and started tickling her sides making her scream and laugh. “Got you little bat” he boomed and filled her face with kisses.

Alette was laughing so hard that you could swear everyone in Velaris could hear her.

Cassian stood up with her in his arms and approached you. “Good morning doll” he said and kissed you. Alette giggled and caressed your cheek.

“Good morning dada” you laughed making him grin proudly.

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After Cassian had his breakfast and you gave Alette her fruits you decided to go out and spend the day in the nature, so Cassian picked both of you and flew you to a field by the Sidra. You were sitting on the grass with Cassian, and you watched Alette running around chasing butterflies, both of you had smiles on your faces as you watched her. “Thank you” Cassian whispered and you looked at him, confusion evident in your expression. “For giving me Alette… thank you. I love you both so much, I feel like I’m the happiest male on the world.”

You teared up “Oh Cass we love you too.” You replied and opened your mouth to continue but stopped when you saw his worried gaze, your head snapped in the direction he was staring at and…

Alette was flapping her wings; her little legs weren’t touching the ground, and she had a determined look on her face. She was trying to reach one of the butterflies that was sitting on a tree.

“Cass…” your voice was shaky. “Got it” he whispered and got up. Alette was floating higher than before. Cassian tiptoed towards her and when he reached her, he stretched his hand and grabbed her making her yelp. She looked back and giggled when she saw her father. Cassian chuckled and brought her back to you. His palm was beneath her belly, and he kept her up in a laying position, her wings were fluttering, and she was acting like she was flying. You laughed and reached for her, once you had her in your arms Cassian grabbed you both and shot to the sky, making both of you yelp and laugh. He was flying in circles above the field, diving and then shooting up again. When you touched the ground again you wiped the tears from laughter and watched your mate and daughter both of them with bright smiles on their faces running around you as Cassian chased her.

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Alette was sleeping on Cassian’s lap; she was exhausted from playing with both of you and didn’t even eat the lunch you packed for her. The moment she crawled on her daddy’s lap, and he started stoking her hair she was out.

“Thank you for flying us around today” you muttered as you caressed his jaw.

“I told you doll; I will make sure you get to experience those things with her, I will fill the space your wings left empty.” He smiled.

I'm working on all your requests, I will post everything as soon as its ready. So please be patient and forgive me for any delay! Requests are open but delayed!

[staytinyville]

Stay Alive (42)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. I am back to writing! I am crying. You have no idea how terrible this past two weeks was for me. I felt so out of place not writing but for some reason I couldn't find it in me to get back to it. I had lost literally all passion for it. So much happened that really didn't put me in the right state of mind. But I got back to it and found my passion again! So here is the long awaited Hobi chapter! I'm so excited to hear your thoughts on this one.

Hoseok lived in the same region your grandparents had. It was nice to take in the beautiful sights you were so familiar with. However, watching as creatures and different kinds of magical beasts mingle about. The flora and fauna were much different to your own home–it seemed like everything flourished a lot more. 

Taehyung had told you about how witches and faeries lived out in nature because it made them feel connected. As you held onto his hand, you smiled softly as his fingers weaved between the bushes and trees that covered the path they were taking. Your eyes widened as the foliage seemed to bloom and follow along with his hands. 

“Hoseok!” Someone shouted, moving along the path as they came upon a large cottage. 

You smiled to yourself, finally seeing the kind of house you had assumed this world would have. However, it was still large. You were sure the inside looked spectacular. 

You let go of Hoseok’s hand, allowing him to embrace his mother and another woman who was crying. 

“Oh, my baby boy!” His mother smiled, looking over his shoulder to find you. “This must be your mate.” She exclaimed walking over to you to give you a hug. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

She turned around to her son, smiling as he was being bullied by the other woman. She had him in a chokehold, laughing when he tried to pull at her with the grass that was growing exponentially. 

“I came home when mom called to tell us that you finally came back.” She smiled, patting Hoseok on the back. 

“All thanks to (Y/N).” Hobi smiled, reaching out for your hand. 

“We owe you so much.” Hoseok’s mother smiled softly, dropping her hand onto your shoulder. 

“It was nothing.” You smiled bashfully. 

“Nonsense!” Hoseok’s sister exclaimed. “Please, allow me to give you something in return.” She reached out to hold your hands. “Not only did you bring my brother back but you also brought his coven home. I'm sure their families would give you something as well.” She told you softly. 

“I don't know—” You tried to tell her it was alright but she just gave you a smile. 

“Let me give you a reading.” She stopped you.

“A reading?” Your eyebrows furrowed, looking over at Hobi. 

“Jiwoo is a master at reading people.” He explained. “Witches clairsenses are a lot stronger than anyone else. We can predict futures, see the dead, see what haunts you. It's part of our abilities.” He told you. 

You grew interested, being reminded about how Taehyung had explained his abilities to you. He did tell you that you could find out what Hobi was capable of if you asked him. You assumed readings were part of the things witches could do that faeries couldn’t. 

“Taehyung can't do that then?” You questioned. 

“No.” Hobi answered. “Telepathy and mental manipulation is our thing. He can't do any of that.”

“Fairies have energy manipulation which is a very powerful thing.” Jiwoo told you. “However we have healing and can control the elements.”

You looked down to the grass, seeing that it had gone back to normal now that the siblings weren’t play fighting. You also remembered how the leaves and the trees followed after Hobi’s fingers as he passed them. You wondered what it was like to watch him play with fire or water. 

“That's so cool.” You breathed out. 

“Come.” Jiwoo quickly brought you into their home, the decor modernized as you guessed. “Sit!” She pushed you to sit at the dining table, moving a chair in front of you and taking your hands. “I already saw a lot the moment you walked in.”

You could feel something tingle at your fingertips, making you tilt your head. You suddenly felt something hovering over your shoulder. Hobi and his mother were standing behind Jiwoo, watching with curiosity. You wanted to turn your head and see what it was but Jiwoo stopped you before you could. 

“Oh.” You watched as Jiwoo’s eyebrows rose, making you glance up at Hobi. 

“I think the first thing I should say—you have a past with our world.” Jiwoo turned up to you. “Don't you?” She asked. 

“Yeah.” You sighed, thinking about your grandfather. “Apparently I do.”

Jiwoo nodded her head, smiling over your shoulder. “You have a protector too. They've been there since you were a little girl. Butterflies are what I see around you.” She explained, running her fingers along your palms just to get a sense of your energy. 

“Nabi.” Hobi spoke up. “It was a name you kept saying but didn't know where it came from.” 

“They're someone very important in your story. Both the past and this one.” Jiwoo nodded to herself, pausing as though she was listening to someone. “I'm positive they were the ones who led you to my brother and his coven.”

“You really think that?” You asked, eyes wide. 

“Of course.” Jiwoo hummed. 

You flinched just for a moment, hearing a childish giggle from behind you. Hobi and his family must have heard because they all looked over you, smiling softly. You turned around, frowning when you couldn’t find anything. It was clear that the Jung family could see things that you were not. 

“Now something I find extremely fascinating is the number 5.” You quickly furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what that would mean. 

“It keeps turning up–four and then two. They are different animals–different creatures.” This only served to make you more confused. If it was about the boys there was seven of them, not five. It made you worry, thinking something was going to happen. 

“I can't really tell what they are going to be but I know they have to do with the boys.” Jiwoo turned around, quickly pulling her brother to the table. “Hobi, come here.” She told him, making him place his hand over your own. 

“Ah!” Jiwoo gasped out, hands flying away from the two of you as though she had been burned. “I found it! Babies!” She jumped up, her face having elation as she turned to her mother.

“Babies?” You asked, still confused. You looked up at Hobi, watching as he seemed to have a frown on his face and looked beyond confused. 

Hobi was nowhere near as powerful when it came to his clairsense like his sister was. The most he knew was his mental abilities so watching how his sister made him take your hand brought things out of him. He saw the animals that seemed to scurry around. They were small things, indicating something childish and small. It was clear that Jiwoo knew exactly what they all meant by her screeching. 

“Eomma!” Jiwoo shouted. “Five grandbabies!”

“Five?” You whispered, wide eyed.

“Grandbabies?” Hoseok repeated. 

Hobi’s mother and sister took a moment to gush and talk about it–claiming that Hobi was going to be one of the babies' fathers. However you just kind of sat there with a wide eyed expression trying to go through the motions. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want children, it had more to do with the question Taehyung had asked you when you had visited his family. If you were to have their kids did that mean you were going to stay with them? Was that your answer without you even reaching it on your own?

Later that night, Hobi had taken you to his room–showing off everything he could. You smiled softly when he showed you his elemental manipulation. He created ice sculptures for you, made the wind blow through your hair, and had a flicker of fire crackling at his palms. It served to entertain you for a while, keeping your mind off what had happened with his mother. 

But after she came to bid you both a goodnight, you were left awestruck once more at the happy expression the woman had on her face. You couldn’t know how she must have felt–spending ten years without her son only to come back and hear that he had finally found his forever and was going to make a family of his own. 

It must have been something that one would think hard on–especially because the one who was meant to be the mate to seven men was human and not from their world. 

“Five children.” You brought up, laying on Hobi’s chest. “Oh god.” You chuckled quietly. 

“Wow, wow, wow.” Hoseok sat up, bringing you along with him so he could look at you properly. “You're okay. You're fine.” He tried to tell you. “Let's not think about it at the moment, yeah?” He said softly. 

“How can I not?” You sighed. “Jiwoo told yoru mom it was going to be her grandchildren.” You smiled lightly, memorizing Hobi’s face. “Does that mean I'm going to have a family with you?” You whispered to him.

“Not everything is set in stone.” Hobi’s shoulders dropped thinking it wasn’t something you wanted. “You can always change your future.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling a hand up to his cheek. “What if I don't want to?” You whispered.

His eyes went wide, looking at you incredulously. “You want—to start a family with me? With us?” He gasped, lip trembling as he thought about it. 

“I don't think we're there yet but, staying with you all has been on my mind.” You laughed lightly.

“Who told you?” Hobi pouted, knowing it had been one of the boys who brought it up to you. 

“Taehyung.” You giggled. 

“Such a boy.” He rolled his eyes. 

Taking a glance over your face, he smiled softly, moving to rub a thumb across your cheek. “Hey, I love you with everything in me. You have done so much for all of us that it's hard not to love you.” 

“But we want you to know that even if we do love you, it's not our choice to make.” He added softly.

“I love you, Hoseok. I love you all so much I don't think I'd want to be away from you.” You leaned forward, breathing against his lips. 

“We have to save everyone first. And then we can talk about our coven.” Hoseok told you. 

He leaned down capturing your lips in a kiss. 

And so you smiled at him, knowing exactly what you wanted to do now that you had heard it from them all. You weren’t going to leave them. It would hurt too much. So you knew that deep down this was your story alongside them.

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[rinbowaman]

Hi hi 🤗

A heethan ask here!

Heethan's reaction to yn being insecure cause she has a babyish face and her cheeks are slightly chubby ( cause irl also am insecure about my chubby cheeks 😭)

“Baby Face.”

Im sorry it took me so long to get this out. As requested, heethan x reader with chubby cheeks. Enjoy!

Warnings: fluffiest of fluff (not really but it is fluffy), m insecurities, self esteem issues. A very subtle hint of smut breaching. Think that’s it.

“Pretty baby, what are you doing?” He raises a brow and parks the side of his body against the inner door panel. Watching you through the bathroom mirror, he stands behind with his arms crossed and observes you pinching your cheeks. He peeks from under the bill of his cap as he develops a concerning look. “Why are you messing with your face like that?”

“My cheeks are so chubby.” You sigh out in defeat. “I look like a chipmunk, they don’t make me feel attractive. I’m like a baby.”

He shifts his eyes to the ground as he remains propped against the door frame, the muscles on his forearms twitch as he tightens the overlapped cross against his chest. The bill of his hat covers his eyes entirely as he shifts his head. “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“Hey…” he walks and closes the distance from behind, taking a piece of your hair and rubs it between his fingers. He remains there, standing behind, appearing enormously tall in contrast to your height. “You’re pretty, cute, and beautiful. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You appreciated his words, but it didn’t seem enough as each time you looked in the mirror, you found yourself in the harrowing reality at the amount of fat that was contained in your facial features. You wondered what could he possibly see in you? The chubbiness gave you a jolly appearance, but to see beauty within it was hard. At least for you.

“I’m gonna put on a movie, any requests?” He kisses the back of your head and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to stand in front of the mirror lonesomely. How could he treat this so lightly? Can’t he see that this was something that affected your self-esteem? Everyday when you brushed your teeth or washed your hands, there was this constant reminder of the babyish expression that stared right back at you.

“Yyyyyyyyy/nnnnn?” He drags out your name as he awaits for a response. You delayed once more and continue to rub your face. He reappears behind your body, eyeing you down through the mirror. “Come here. Now.”

His tone was stern and you knew better than to delay any further. Your heart skips a beat as you regret your actions, realizing you had just caused him to grow irritated. “Heeseung I’m sorry-“

“Come sit down next to me.” He cuts you off and pats the bedding next to him, his eyes glued to a few magazines in his hand. You cuddle against him as he puts an arm around your shoulder. The first magazine he presents to you, was a Vogue copy published in the mid 1980’s. “What’s this for?” You asked him confused.

“These are some magazines that Vicky and my other exes left behind in my car and room. I’ve meant to the throw them away but always forgot to.” He thumbs through the pages and pauses on the centerfold before handing it to you. “Maybe it’s good that I didn’t, because these are going to help me in teaching you a valued lesson.”

You focus in on the center spread and see a supermodel donning a slick black dress with a large hat. Her face looked hollow as the height of her cheekbones stand prominent and sharp. She was beautiful with her naturally contoured and defined features. “She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, she is. All of them in that era were. Girls like her were sought out for having those features, they were considered the most desirable women on the planet.”

Great. This was no help. You just told him about how you were insecure about your cheeks and here he is, showing you women that have the most desired features, a complete contrast from how you’re built. Before you could issue a response in dismay, he hands you a different Vogue edition from the early 2000’s.

You flip through the pages and settle on a photo of a different model, one that had a smaller face, slightly contoured but nowhere near as sharp or defined as the last one. She had short platinum blonde hair, and even had random piercings on her face with thin, high brows.

“She’s not as pretty as the other model but she still has a better face than me.”

He chuckles as he pulls you by your chin and rests you against his chest. “Listen. This model was the ‘it-girl’ twenty years ago. Everyone wanted to be her.”

He takes the third magazine and shows you a random page of another girl. The magazine was also Vogue, published just months ago. The pages featured a myriad of idols of K-pop, all containing a similar feature of an extremely youthful appearance and full cheeks, similar to yours.

Some had less, while some had more, either way, you felt somewhat comforted as he spoke.

“Look familiar?” He chuckles, the bobbing of his chest matched your small giggles. “These are considered rhetorical most popular and beautiful women of the world. Girls want to look like them, and men want to be with them.”

Your eyes drift down as you started to piece together the message he was relaying. “Point is pretty, beauty within features change every decade…might even be every year. One day, people want to look like Angelina Jolie, and the next, they want to look like Jennie or Lalisa.”

You nod your head as you sink into his body. He leans back against the headboard and brings you down with him. “As far as I’m concerned, you’ll always be in style and the most desirable. I’ll never get tired of looking into your pretty eyes, playing with your sexy hair, touching your soft skin, and best of all—staring at your adorable baby face.”

Immediately following his words, he smacks a prolonged kiss against the bubbled fat of your right cheek. “Mmmmmmmuah! My baby face! God, what I wouldn’t do to show just how much I adore you.”

He really didn’t have to do much to show you. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he did everything to let you know just how much he loved and yearned for you. Even though you may not be entirely too fond of your cheeks, or whatever it is that bugs you about yourself, at the end of the day it really didn’t matter. You are a winner. You win because you had a man who truly treasured and keeps you all to himself; who prefers you without loads of makeup, and likes to see you with nothing on at all versus fully clothed. He loves you the way you are.

“You gonna use that baby face and show me how much you love me?” His voice creeps into your ear in a deep tone as you hear and watch his hand unzips his jeans. You chuckle.

“Yes. I think I can do that for you.”

💜

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

[raya-hunter01]

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 11

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

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Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Pensacola, Fl

Jey & Shantell’s

Jey’s POV

“No, I ain’t doing it, I was promised two months off to be wit my family, and I want all my time,” I said standing my ground.

“Jey, just hear me out,” Paul said as Shantell walked into my office with our son. “Uh, I can come back;” she whispered reading the room as Paul stood up looking at Joshua. “He is beautiful Shantell,” Paul said touching his little feet as he yawned.

"Thanks, Paul,” she said smiling as it made me smile. Shantell was a natural mother, and I adored watching her with Joshua. I’m kind of scared she may decide she doesn’t want to go back on the road with me.

“Shantell, we forgot your scheduled leave falls around the time of WrestleMania. Jey would miss his match with Jimmy unless he comes back early,” Paul said as Shantell frowned at him in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re trying to get him back on the road now, we’ve barely been home a month,” Shantell said as Paul let out a deep sigh.

“Hey, you ain’t gotta bring Shantell into this. I already told you no,” I said slightly angry because I knew he was going to try to get Shantell on his side.

“If Jey, said no that’s my answer as well,” Shantell said winking at me as my heart swelled. No questions asked she immediately supported my decision.  “I hope ya’ll got some ideas to continue the storyline then because I’m outta ideas,” Paul said throwing his hands up in the air as Shantell laughed.

“I’m sure we can figure something out if we put our heads together,” she said walking over, gently placing Joshua in my arms. "I gotta work baby,” she whispered against my lips, stealing a kiss before turning around to leave.

“Have a good show baby,” I said as she gave Paul a hug and left the room.

“I’ll leave ya’ll be, just enjoy this time with the baby and each other,” Paul said as I stood up to shake his hand.

“Thanks for understanding,” I said as he softly kissed Joshua’s tiny head, putting his hand on my shoulder. “No problem, family always comes first, I understand it and appreciate it,” he said walking out of my office.

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Shantell’s POV

I knew Jey was torn between his job and being a dad. I needed to talk to him to see where his head was at. I know for me I can say that running Smackdown from home was easier for me. I could do my job without the constant comings and goings. Then on the other hand I would miss Jey like crazy, so I knew my decision was to go back on the road.

“Jey, did you put Joshua in his room?” I asked walking into our bedroom after my shower.. “Shhh, I got him,” he whispered lifting up the comforter as I see him curled up on his chest, asleep without a care in the world. “Ok, my heart is going to burst,” I said putting my hand over my heart. “Come on over here, we been waiting on you,” he said patting the spot beside him, smirking at me.

I didn’t need to be told twice as I climbed into bed and snuggled in his arms. “See you gon’ spoil me, and I’m not going to want to go back to the busy lifestyle of our job,” I whispered as he laughed. “So, what else had Paul talked about before I came in,” I asked caressing his arm.

“He was talking about the match with Jimmy. I told him straight up we didn’t mean for it to be now. Our dream is to face each other in the main event at WrestleMania when we decide to hang the boots up, “he said hesitating trying to find the right words to say.

“You want to be each other’s last opponent,” I said completely understanding what he was trying to say.  “See you get me, and this mess they trying to put together is just a cash grab. So, no I’m taking my time off with you and the baby. We figure the shit out when we get back to work,” Jey said running his hands over his face.

“Ok, I know when you do that you’re stressed, so what else did he say?” I asked as he looked at me worried and anxious.

“I won’t be able to take extensive time off for another year. That pushes our wedding back because it was so much, I wanted to do,” he said nervously.

“Sir, we could go to the courthouse tomorrow, and get this thang poppin’,” I said honestly as he gave me a small smile.  “I wanted to take you to Hawaii, and have a ceremony with our family,” he said as I cut him off with a kiss.  “I just want to marry you,” I whispered against his lips as he groaned pulling me closer.

“Jey, don’t worry about it, a year gives us time to plan. I promise everything is going to be beautiful when we do get murdered…I mean married,” I joked trying to get him to relax as he smirked at my antics.

“So, a year from now, we’re getting married in the flower circle surrounded by our families, right?” he asked holding out his pinky finger as I laughed, locking my pinky with his. “Yes, I promise, I’ll be the one in the veil down front,” I whispered as he kissed me.

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One Year Later

WrestleMania 41

Shantell’s POV

“Let’s go Fatu!” I yelled as Joshua lifted his little hands in the air mimicking me cheering for his dad as he laid his head on my shoulder. The bloodline feud was finally coming full circle as it was culminating in a fatal four way. Jey vs Roman Vs Jimmy Vs. Solo.

 “Come on Jurdy!” Trin screamed beside me as we both laughed.  They were putting on a hell of a show and we couldn’t be prouder.

“What did we miss, I hated to leave but the baby is sitting on my bladder,” Tangela said rubbing her small baby bump as Sofia helped her sit down. “You having fun watching daddy Cameron?” Sofia asked as he smiled jumping into her arms.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed coming to stand beside me at the barrier with him.  “I think they're in the final act,” I said turning back to the action.

“Let’s go Sefa!” Sofia yelled as Solo in spite of himself smiled at her lightly, hiding his face from the camera.

Joe’s POV

“Let’s take it home ya’ll,” Jey muttered as I nodded. All of us got up staring around looking at each other, and the crowd as they chanted, "This is awesome!"

“Yes, it is! Ya’ll tearin' it up!” I heard Tangela yell as I shot her a quick wink before we all broke off brawling. “It’s your time bro,” I muttered to Solo as he was trying to control his emotions.

“Ya’ll sure bout this,” he whispered as I went down from his Samoan spike. Jey and Jimmy took turns hitting me with their signature splash as I lay there unmoving.  “One of ya’ll cover his ass!” Trin yelled as Solo attacked Jey and Jimmy. Throwing them out of the ring,he quickly covering me.

I could hear the chaos and excitement as the crowd counted in unison “1,2,3!” and it was over. “I love you, Bro,” Solo whispered as I felt my emotions getting the best of me. “I love you too, make us proud,” I responded rolling slowly out of the ring.

I wanted him to enjoy his moment. “Your winner and New Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion, Solo Sikoa!” Samantha’s voice rang out through the arena as I crawled off to the side to watch him celebrate his moment.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes!!! Go Solo!” I yelled as Jey walked over and gently kissed me. “I love you,” he whispered taking Joshua from me as he laid his head on his shoulder. “I love you more,” I said as Jimmy came over and took Cameron, placing him on the edge of the ring as he took off running to his dad.

“Oh my gosh, ya’ll get a picture Sofia,” cried as Joe climbed back in and they posed with the kids in the ring. “Aye, we wanna thank ya’ll for really rockin’ with us on this Bloodline story. It was a lot of twists and turns we took ya’ll on, “Jimmy said into the microphone as the crowd cheered.

 “Thank you to our family, we love all ya’ll. We will never forget this night ever,” Jey said as I wiped my tears as they all embraced in the ring.  “This is our bloodline!” Solo screamed holding Joshua and Cameron in his arms with the undisputed championship around his waist.

“Yep, I’m a bucket of water now,” Trin said crying as Tangela stood up coming closer. “Girl, I been there,” she said laughing through her tears. “Oh, hell no, here comes the camera,” Sofia said trying to wipe her tears. “Girl, it’s over, we on the big screen lookin' a hot crying mess,” I laughed pointing up at the screen.  We took a few more pictures of them in the ring before heading backstage.

“So are you ready Shantell?” Trin asked as I placed my hand on my heart. “I’m nervous, but I can’t wait,” I said honestly. We were flying out to Hawaii to finally get married. Paul had given us the private Jet for the trip.

The gorilla erupted in applause as they appeared backstage. Sofia took off running to Solo as he caught her in his arms. “I’m so proud of you baby,” she cried as he embraced her tight crying himself.

Little Joshua was almost asleep on Jey’s chest. “I really love you,” I told him, just feeling so proud of him as he kissed me. “I love you too, let’s go get married,” he whispered against my lips as I laughed. “Yea, let’s go,” I said caressing his face as lil Joshua reached for me. “You little cockblocker,” Jey laughed as I slapped his chest. “No, my baby ain't,” I said laughing as he put his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Well, what do you call that?” Jey asked with humor in his voice pointing at him fighting to keep his little eyes closed.  “He’s tired, it’s been a long day,” I said rocking him in my arms as Jey caressed his little cheek. “I’m kidding baby, Goodnight, buddy. Daddy loves you,” he whispered kissing his cheek.

“I’ll let ya’ll gather up your things, I’m going to put him to bed,” I said giving him one last kiss before walking away. “Alright, Mrs. Fatu,” I heard him mutter to himself as I smiled. Yea, within the next 48 hours I was about to become Mrs. Fatu.

WWE Private Jet

Jey’s POV

“Mom, Pops, and Tanya are already there waiting on us trying to make sure the wedding decorations are right,” I said talking to Trin as she smiled at me.

“So did ma make your lei out of maile leaves,” she asked as it was my turn to smile. “Yea, she did, and its beautiful. She sent me a picture of it, and she’s going to do a flower crown for Shantell to wear at the reception,” I said looking around at my family.

Man, this tight family circle was the true definition of ride-or-die right here. I’m nervous as hell, but I know I’m ready to make Shantell my wife. I was ready when I proposed, as far as I was concerned she’s been my wife. I just hope it’s everything she dreamed it would be and more.

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Rehearsal Dinner

Solo’s POV

So, I want to make a toast to my new daughter and my son,” Pops said raising his glass as we toasted Jey and Shantell.

“So, are we still on for Shantell’s Hulu Practice tonight, “Trin whispered as I nodded trying not to draw attention to us as Jey was focused on pops and Shantell out on the dance floor.

“Yeah, Shantell has been practicing a lot but is overthinking it,” I whispered looking at Jey. He is going to be so surprised. I know he felt at times he was forcing our culture on her, but she was very interested in learning about it.  I smiled seeing Shantell and Pops heading back to our table.

“Joshua, your wife is a little tired. I think you should walk her back to her room,” pops said as Shantell quickly winked at Trin and I. “Man we really doin’ this not seeing the bride before the wedding,” Jey mumbled.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes, we are, and you gon’ do it with a smile,” Sandra said as I laughed giving Joshua a kiss. “We got the baby, you both get some rest tonight,” my mom said as I hugged her in thanks.  “Let’s go wifey,” Jey interrupted giving a cheeky smile before steering me away.

“No funny business, and I mean it,” Sandra said as we laughed walking out the door happy, but also dreading being apart even if it’s only for a day. It was almost like we were walking in slow motion trying to stall before we would have to say goodnight.

I texted Solo and Sandra to meet me in about an hour to go over the Hulu dance one more time. I wanted to do the dancer for Jey because it is a symbol of love and respect for our marriage in their culture.

Jey’s POV

It was good to have some alone time, as short as it was. Shantell stood beside me seeming to be in deep thought about something.

“You ain’t having second thoughts, are you?” I asked nervously as she laughed. “Nah, you ain’t gonna get rid of me that easy,” she whispered wrapping her arms around my waist as we walked to her room.

“You know I ain’t walked you to your room since before Money in the Bank almost two years ago,” I whispered as I shivered at the memory myself. “Yes, I remember that night, Heyman catching us outside my door,” she blushed as I pushed her up against her door kissing her breathless.

Shantell’s POV

“Baby, we can’t," I moaned against his lips desperately trying to pull him closer. “See this is what happens when you deny me for two weeks, we are both horny as shit,” he growled moving his kisses to my neck as I involuntarily leaned back against the door.

“I wanted our first time as husband and wife to be special, “I gasped as he began sucking my neck.

 “Mmm, it’s always special wit you,” he moaned as I gently kissed him before pulling away to open my door. “Go inside before I take you right now up against this door,” he said kissing the back of my neck gently before backing away putting a little space between us.

 “I love you too, and I can’t wait to marry you,” I whispered quickly stealing a kiss, shutting the door before he could respond. I knew if I heard his response, my resolve would crumble and he would be in here for the night.  Wow tomorrow I would finally become Mrs. Fatu..

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Wedding Day

 Shantell’s POV

“I haven’t seen him all day and I’m nervous,” I moaned as Trin fixed my veil, pulling it back over my head. "Girl, take some deep breaths, ee got you," Trin said smiling at me. “Shantell, you look beautiful, Jey is going to flip when he sees you,” Sofia said fixing her dress.

“Are ya’ll ready?” my mom came in looking at me in tears “Oh, my baby Is about to be somebody’s wife,” she cried as I tried to stop my tears.

“Mama, you makin’ her cry,” Tangela said as my makeup artist Gina moved aside so my mom could come beside me.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” she whispered hugging me as I let the tears flow not caring. “I love you, Mama,” I whispered hugging her tight. “He better take care of ya’ll or I’ll kill him,” she said lightening the moment "Mama, he will and we will take care of him," I assured her pulling away, wiping her tears.

“Mama, we were doing alright until she saw you,” Gina Joked as my mom smiled at her moving aside so she could touch up my makeup. “I’m sorry, this my baby, I can’t help it," my mom said sniffling as I pouted. “Ok, are we ready for the first touch,” Trin asked picking up the back of my dress as my mom blindfolded me, leading me across the hall to see Jey.

“Mama, this ain’t fair! I can’t see her, I wanna see her,” Jey whined as my mom placed me against his back as he reached for my hand.

Jey’s POV

I could feel her against my back, but I couldn’t see her. This is torture right here. “I need you to put this in your pocket,” Shantell said handing me a red small silk bag. Not thinking, I placed it in my pocket trying to control my emotions as I saw the outline of her veil. My mind was done for, I knew she was gorgeous and I couldn’t wait to see her. I closed my eyes tight trying to not sneak a peak at her.

“Did you open it babe?" she whispered as I kissed her hand. "No, I didn’t baby," I answered honestly. “You gotta open it!” She exclaimed as I smiled. “They said I had to keep my eyes closed,” I said as the photographer interrupted us “You can open your eyes, just don’t turn around to look at each other,” she said lightly laughing at us snapping away.

What had she done, all I had done was write a damn letter. I reluctantly let her hand go to open the silk bag, my body shook with emotion as I saw a heart shaped pendant with a picture of my uncle Ecky with my brothers and me inside it.

“Wow, thank you so much baby,” I whispered taking her hand gently placing kisses all over it as a few of my tears fell onto her hand. “This way he’s here with you today, and every day,” she said taking a deep breath as her voice broke. I nodded overwhelmed by her and the things she does for me trying to control my tears.

Shantell’s POV

“Alright! let’s get married,” I sighed as he leaned further against me. “Hell, yea let’s do this,” he whispered as I could faintly hear Ed Sheran and Beyonce cover of Perfect playing as Trin winked at me pointing to her phone letting me know she was playing the song as I grinned brightly at her.

 My girl always comes in clutch for me.  “Mannn, your suit feels so good,” I whined as he laughed.  “Geez, what is this?” I questioned as my mom laughed along with him as I rubbed his arm. “I had to look good for you,” he said as I took a deep breath.

“You smell so good too!” I Exclaimed resting my head against his back. “What I smell like baby?” he asked cheekily as I sniffed again and whispered, “Sex on legs,” as he laughed out loud still holding onto my hand. “Ya’ll ready to get married?” my mom asked as we both nodded.

“Alright, we gotta take her, you’ll meet her in the flower circle," Sandra said reaching over to wipe Jey’s tears as he gently released my hand. Trin and my mom ushered me out of his room before he could see me.

“Girl, he looked good,” Trin said taking my picture as we were heading down to the beach with the photographer.

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Shantell’s POV

“Cameron and Joshua are dressed, and heading down with pops,” Trin said smiling at the picture he had just sent her. “Oh my goodness look at them,” I squealed at them in their little suits.  “Here, I almost forgot to give you this, it’s from Jey,” Trin said handing me the letter as I went to sit down. I was almost scared to open it as I took a deep breath and began reading.

Shantell,

Today is a special day, it’s the day we become one. I hope I never disappoint or hurt you. On this day I promise to be the best man I can for you and our son. Through the darkest of times, we made it baby, and I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Fatu.

  Being trusted with your heart is a special gift; I vow to be your strength and with you through sickness and in health. I promise to be there through the good and bad. Place your heart in my hands today, and I vow to never break it. I know your father is proud of you and is smiling down on us today. So, let’s get married, what do you say? I’ll be the one in the fly suit waiting in the flower circle with our family.

I love you,

Joshua-

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“Shantell what did he say?” Sofia asked smiling at me as I looked up from the letter wiping my tears. “Girl that’s private, let my brother be romantic,” Trin said calling in Gina to put her final touches my face.

“The guys are down there waiting, let’s get you married!” Tangela exclaimed hugging me before going to open the door for us.

“Let’s do it,” I smiled as Trin placed my veil over my face as we began our walk down to beach.

Jey’s Pov

“Don’t let me see her until she’s about to start walking down the aisle,” I said nudging Jimmy as he smiled at me. “I got you, bro,” he said rubbing my shoulder as “Stop This World” by Ne’yo began playing.

 I put Joshua down in front of me, holding his hand as he smiled up at me leaning on my leg.

Okay, I woke up in heaven today

She kissed me I floated away, away

Never felt anything so great

Alright, Now I brace myself for the fights

Something must go wrong cause is way too right

I'm light as a feather tonight, Yeah, Yeah

I saw my mother and father coming down the aisle arm and arm. It warmed my heart, I felt my eyes burning trying to stop my tears as they walked down the aisle.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

“Look at my wife man,” Joe whispered smiling bright at Tangela as she slowly walked down the aisle followed by Sofia. I swear Solo’s smile was so bright he could light up a room looking at wife as she walked down the aisle. “That’s my wife,” he said out loud as she blushed continuing her way down to us.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Stop this world from spinning

Trin finally came from around the corner all smiles but wiping her tears, I looked over at my brother as he wiped his own tears looking at his wife, as she took her place next to Sofia.

“The wide is tomin’, my tee tee tomin’! The wide is tomin!’ Cameron's little voice screamed as he held up his sign, gently trotting down the aisle to Solo as we all laughed. Hey, he couldn’t pronounce bride, or coming, but we knew what my lil dude was trying to say. “You did so good buddy,” Solo praised as Cameron clapped at his father’s words.

“Close your eyes, bro,” Jimmy whispered as I quickly obeyed him taking a deep breath as I heard a gasp from him and Solo beside me. I knew she was beautiful as hell, and I couldn’t stop my tears. I hadn’t seen her yet, and I was losing it.

“Open yo eyes, bro, and look at your wife. She’s beautiful man,” he whispered rubbing my shoulder as I opened my eyes. I felt myself stop breathing as I saw her standing there with her mom.

And I see, Heaven when she looks at me

In her smile is the most amazing dream

And in her eyes I fall asleep

“Whoo! You is beautiful, girl!” I shouted overwhelmed seeing her in her beautiful gown.  Her veil covered her face, but I could see her beauty as she smiled brightly at me as she and her mom began walking towards me.

And I hope, hope that she can see through the smoke

Of my imperfections into my soul

And my heart where she has control

(She has control)

 “We made it…Baby, you are so beautiful,” I said using my hand to wipe my tears as I saw her getting closer to me. “Mama,” Joshua said pointing at Shantell as I picked him up. “I know it bud, ain’t mama beautiful,” I said as he smiled at me, then Shantell.

“Go get her young man,” the priest said as I walked to Shantell and her mother. “Thank you, ma,” I whispered hugging Shantell’s mother as she held me tight. “Take care of my baby Joshua,” she whispered before letting me go and giving me Shantell’s hand. “You know I will with my life.” I assured her.

Cause I can't feel the ground

Someone let me down

I never felt so high as I do now

It's too good to be true

I faintly heard Shantell sniffling as I slowly lifted her veil, she put her fingers under her eyes trying to stop her tears. “ I love you so much, and you are so beautiful,” I whispered, taking her in before kissing her on the cheek. “You look very handsome,” she said smiling at me through her tears as Joshua leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“You're handsome too,” she said slightly tickling him as he smiled at her. Taking her hand, we walked to the flower circle as our family surrounded us in a circle.

I don't deserve you

I never felt a love strong enough to

Stop this world from spinning

Shantell’s POV

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate and witness the marriage of Shantell and Joshua. In planning this beautiful occasion, they emphasized to me that this wedding isn’t only about their connection but to celebrate the reconnection of their families as well as new beginnings,” he said as Josh smiled at his mom and mine.

“This circle we have formed here today represents an everlasting bond like Shantell and Joshua’s love. It can’t be broken, not by time, distance, or death.  Shantell and Joshua opted to do their own vows and wanted to speak from their hearts. "Joshua take this ring and place it upon her finger,” the priest said as Josh he gave our son to Jimmy before grabbing the ring to place it on my finger.

“Shantell, with this ring I promise to always make our family's love and happiness my number one priority. I will dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. It will always be you and me baby. You are my forever person—my life, today and always.” Josh said his voice slightly breaking as he caressed my hand before I smiled at him wiping my tears.

Jey’s POV

“Now, Shantell place this ring upon Joshua’s finger,” the priest said passing her my wedding band.

“Joshua, with this ring, I promise to be your lover, companion and friend.  Your partner in parenthood, your ally in the conflict even if I disagree. I’ll always be your #1 fan and your toughest opponent,” Shantell said as light laughter could be heard around us.

“Most importantly, I will be your person. Always know that there is nothing we can’t overcome as long as we have each other and our family. I am ready to face anything with you by my side.  I promise to protect your heart and love you with everything in me until death do us part,” she smiled, reaching up wiping my tears as I kissed her hand.

“Can I please kiss her now?”, I asked just wanting to feel her in my arms. “Yes, you may kiss your bride,” the priest said as I gently swept Shantell up in my arms in a passionate kiss as our family and friends celebrated. “I love you so much,” I whispered as she moaned against my lips. “I love you more,” she whispered back, hugging me as I kissed her shoulder.

“May I present Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Fatu,” the priest announced as I held Shantell tight in my arms. “We did it, baby,” she whispered as I held her tighter. “We sure did,” I said as Jimmy leaned over, passing Joshua back to me as he reached for Shantell smiling. “Hey, mama missed you,” she whispered holding him close as we posed for the photographer.

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Jimmy’s POV

“Where did Shantell go?” Jey asked, getting antsy as mom had rushed her away to change clothes about 30 minutes ago.

“Sit here, and be patient Jey,” I said pushing him down in his seat. He always has to be in control, I hope that is something Shantell can break him of. I see his body still as Shantell came out and began dancing, doing her interpretation of the Hulu dance.

The flower crown mom had made brought out the colors in her new dress. She looked even more beautiful than before. I smiled as Trin came over and hugged me.

“Shantell is doing great,” she said as I nodded in agreement. “Your dance on our wedding day will always be my favorite though,” I whispered kissing her on the cheek.

“Aww, Jurdy stop making me cry,” she said wiping her fresh new batch of tears. “Girl, you been a bucket of water all day,” I said hugging her as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I’m just so happy,” she whispered as I held her tight. “I’m happy too Trin, really happy,” I assured her as we turned back to watch Shantell finish her dance.

Shantell’s POV

“You betta dance Mrs. Fatu,” Jey said as I smiled at him as I continued to dance for him. As I spun around my eyes met Sandra’s as she winked at me, nodding her head. Her approval motivated me, as I turned back around to finish the dance.

Hearing the applause when I finished made me feel accomplished, I had a hard time learning the dance, so this was a personal triumph for me. I saw my husband wiping his tears as he stood up walking towards me.

 “You did that baby, it was beautiful,” Jey said taking me in his arm as I looked around for Solo. “What’s wrong?” Jey asked as I smiled at him. “I was trying to find Solo, I wanted to thank him for helping me,” I said honestly.

“Baby, Sofia, and Solo went upstairs if you get what I’m saying,” he said raising his eyebrow at me as I laughed, seeing Joe come over with Joshua. “We bout to take my lil nephew to bed, so get love Mama and Daddy,” he said smiling as I attacked his little cheeks with kisses.

“Good night, baby see you in the morning,” I whispered as Jey kissed the top of his head. “Night lil man, be good for Uncle Joe and Auntie Tangela,” he said as Joshua put his head on Joe’s shoulder.

“Ok, ya’ll have fun and we’ll see ya’ll tomorrow,” Joe said as I pouted watching them walk away. “Aww, mama cut the string, Uncle Joe got him,” my mom said hugging me as I sighed against her. “I know mama, it just gets hard to let him go. Thanks again for everything today,” I said honestly as she rubbed my back.

 “I always got your back, everything was beautiful,” she whispered holding me tighter. “Well, what about your new son, I need love Jey,” said smirking at us as she waved him over laughing as he joined our hug.

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Solo and Sofia’s Hotel Room

Sofia’s Pov

“We missed the dance,” I breathed, lightly biting Solo’s neck. “Shantell will understand,” he moaned thrusting harder as I braced myself on the counter as he fucked me. “Fuck, I’m right there baby, don’t stop,” I moaned as I felt his hand tighten in my hair as he attacked my neck with kisses as he thrusted deeper.

“You know I love that barbaric shit,” I moaned, as he snatched me off the counter gripping my upper thighs, thrusting me up and down hard on his dick. “Yes! Make me scream!” I exclaimed as he sped up his thrusts.

“You gon’ give me another baby?" he asked growling in his throat as each stroke became more powerful and intense. “I’ll give you anything you want baby,” I whined as I felt my orgasm quickly approaching.

“Fuck! That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” he whispered against my mouth never breaking his thrusts. “I want you to cum with me,” I moaned as we collapsed to the floor, my legs and pussy squeezing tighter around him as he trusted inside me with wild abandon.

Solo's POV

“Mmhmm, that pussy squeezing the fuck outta my dick,” I moaned in concentration as she bridged up slightly off the floor as I went deeper.

“Yes! That’s it!” Sofia exclaimed, struggling to meet my thrusts as I took her. “I love you,” she cried against my lips. “I love you too,” I groaned exploding inside of her, triggering her own orgasm as she came hard on my dick.

“Yeah, that’s it. Damn look at you,” I groaned looking down at Sofia riding her powerful orgasm, biting my lip in appreciation.  We stayed unmoving for a few minutes trying to get ourselves together. “Uh, we made a mess,” she said blushing as I kissed her.

 “Don’t be embarrassed, I love it, and you,” I moaned, kissing her before collapsing beside her, pulling her closer.

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Jey & Shantell's Honeymoon suite

Shantell’s POV

The build-up of not being with each other for two weeks was torture and we both wanted the night to be special as we stood in the middle of our suite trying to control their urges to just tear into each other.

My dress and undergarments fell quickly at my feet due to his masterful hands. Jey began touching my naked body as I took his shirt off, wanting, and pulling him closer as we finally kissed. The dimly lit room set the stage for a powerful dance that was about to ensue.

“Did you think when we first met, we would be here right now,” he asked honestly carrying me to the bed laying me down gently.

“No, I didn’t but I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I said as Jey began kissing my shoulder, gently exploring my body with his kisses and caresses. I ran my fingers through his hair arching my back, giving him better access to my neck.

“Shit, I want to do so much to you,” Jey moaned. Gasping against him, he took one of my nipples in his mouth gently sucking and biting the sensitive nub before moving to the other, giving it the same attention. Jey used his tongue, licking a path from my stomach to the top of my pelvis teasing me endlessly.

“Josh! Don’t tease me," I whined as he smirked at me. I struggled to breathe as I felt his breath against my inner thigh.

“I ain’t teasing you, I’m pleasing my wife. Can I do that?" he asked as his sexy deep voice made me shiver with anticipation.

Jey’s POV

“Yes! Please me,” Shantell moaned as I needed no further encouragement, I tasted her, gripping her hips as she moved against my mouth. “Mmhm, you taste so fuckin’ good,” I moaned lapping up her juices as I felt her fingers tangle in my hair. I continued my assault on her senses making love to her pussy with my mouth.

 “I’m so close Josh,” Shantell moaned grinding her hips faster against my mouth as I welcomed her taking control. “Mmm, look at me baby,” I encouraged watching, and feeling her pleasure overtake her body. “Look at me Shantell,” I demanded as her eyes found mine. “Cum for me beautiful,” I whispered as I held her in place, fucking her with my tongue as she came.  

Pushing herself into a sitting position, she took my face in her hands, pulling me on top of her, kissing me with all the power within her.

Her kisses invited the animal in me to explode as I grabbed her hands, pushing her back on the bed, entering her without hesitation. “Baby!” She screamed against my mouth as I had to stop for a second to gather myself “Shit, Daddy felt all that,” I groaned in pleasure, feeling her tighten around me, I could feel her next orgasm approaching fast.

“You ready to cum for me again baby?” I whispered now thrusting, setting my own pace. I lowered my head, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing her inside and out as she clawed at my back.

“Josh, wait I don’t want to cum yet,” she cried as I smirked against her chest before attacking her other breast with my mouth.

“Oh, yes you are, and it’s gon’ be better than the first,” I said as I felt her tightening even more around my dick. “Shantell! Fuck yea, squeeze daddy,” I encouraged. “Josh, go deeper and faster,” Shantell moaned in my ear, snaking her tongue out along my earlobe gently nibbling on my ear. Shantell’s POV

“Ah, fuck you know what that shit does to me. I love that it,” Jey confessed grunting placing one of my legs on his shoulder as he tilted his body to the side continuing to sink deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust.

“Oh! You fucker! I screamed as he groaned. “Yea, I know every spot, that gets that pussy wet as fuck,” he whispered thrusting harder. I began clawing at his stomach, lightly trying to push him away, as he grabbed my hands pinning them to the bed overpowering me.

 “Baby, I ain’t ready,” I cried wanting to prolong our pleasure as long as possible. “Shit, don’t run, you said deeper,” he whispered thrusting deeper inside me as I writhed in pleasure beneath him.

“So, I’m goin' even deeper baby, take all this dick,” he moaned truly working me over. His words, and how he is dicking me down right now has me speechless.

 “Are you gon’ take all this dick daddy givin’ you Shantell?” He questioned, panting never breaking his thrusts. “Yes, Daddy Ima’ take it all,” I cried as he took my mouth in a desperate kiss letting my arms go as I wrapped them around his neck pulling him closer.

“Just hang on and let go, baby. I got you, I promise,” he moaned out as my back arched against him. I felt the room spin, gently grazing my nails up his back, as I felt him shiver against me going deeper. Oh, don't stop, I groaned against his mouth.

“Shit, Shantell,” he groaned as he sped up his thrusts. I began to cry at the feeling of knowing this intimate memory would always stay with me, our first time as husband and wife.

Jey’s POV

“Don’t cry baby,” I whispered, wiping her tears as I kissed her gently. Her cries soon stopped and were then replaced with whimpers of need and pleasure. I knew she was close, and so was I. I placed one of my hands above her on the headboard, snapping my hips faster and harder into my wife. Fuck, I loved the sound of that, my wife.

“Shantell, you feel so good,” I boasted against her ear as her moans were making my dick even harder.  “I love you, Josh,” she moaned as I felt the room getting smaller and smaller as we both went over the edge together.  

Our loud pants were defining as I collapsed against her chest as she ran her fingers through my hair trying to calm ourselves.

“So how do you feel Mrs. Fatu?” I asked gently caressing her face truly just taking in her beauty in this moment. “I’m happier than you’ll ever know,” she whispered closing her eyes as I held her tighter.

“I promise, we gon’ always be happy baby, and I’ll never hurt you,” I whispered gently kissing her neck, pulling her closer as she dozed off.

Today was a new beginning, and I couldn’t wait for the journey with my amazing wife. Yea, it’s only up from here, it has to be I thought watching my wife sleep.

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The daughter of two worlds (2)

neteyam and daughter reader + sully family and others

Many years had passed and life had gone on for the great mother and her children. As the years had come and gone neteyam had kept true to his promise to his daughter. Along with the passing years that had come the baby girl y/n had grown up, becoming her own person. A girl that had been deemed a child of two worlds as seemed one with the forest, and one with ocean.

y/n " ......." a young girl was walking through her village with a smile on her face.

elder " good morning y/n"

y/n " good morning"

navi women " good morning y/n"

y/n " good morning" you had moved swiftly and graceful as other were walking pass or near the sideline, after a while you had soon reached the healer hut.

mo'at " there is my great granddaughter"

y/n " hello great grand mother"

mo'at " today I thought you will be with your father"

y/n " no dad is off with grandpa and uncles they will not be back until later on, that what grandpa told me"

mo'at " that explains everything"

y/n " I was about to head out and I was wondering if there anything, you need be to gather for healing or will you like me to stay here and help around have some lessons"

mo'at " there no need young lady you had done lessons yesterday with me and help me as well, you should enjoy your time off"

y/n " yes ma'am"

mo'at " good now go have fun I will tell the rest of the family where you went"

y/n " thank you" you had smiled at your great grandmother as you soon left the hut, passing by some of the healers and some people that came seeking help. They gave you smiles when they saw you as you waved to them.

mo'at " Be safe out there"

y/n " I will" you had soon left the village running past the human homes saying hello, to them as well as you soon left the territories of the clan. Since you had always been young you always felt a connection to the forest and the great mother as well, so much that your great grandmother and aunt kiri started teaching you heal and how to understand the great mother even more.

y/n " ......" you had ran on some tree trucks and played with some of the flowers, as you made your way through the forest. After some walking and running you soon reached, a place you always like to hangout. The sound of rushing water had soon draw your attention you soon saw a water fall, a smile had grown on your face as you went to the top of the waterfall.

y/n " this is good enough" you had soon walked away from the edge and soon ran back, jumped off the edge of the waterfall and soon diving into the deepwater below. You had soon open your eyes to see you are underwater a smile grew on your face, the water around you always felt natural to you.

y/n " ......" you had stayed under the water for a while until you had to head back to the surface for air, you had laid on your pack in the water as you floated around.

y/n " huh oh hello there" you had open your eyes when you felt something touching your face, you had soon looked and saw it was wood spirts. You had stoped floating and soon reached out of the spirts as it landed on your hand but soon floated away.

y/n " goodbye" you had stayed near the river a bit more working on your skills and enjoying, the beautiful surrounds near you. Soon the sun started setting and it was time to head home.

???? " y/n" you had heard your name getting called you soon looked up to see your dad but with your uncles. You had waved towards them as you made your way towards them.

neteyam " hello my daughter it seems like you had wonder off today"

y/n " yes I did great grandmother said she didn't need me today, and said I should enjoy my day as I please and wish for so I decide to do this dad"

neteyam " I can see that"

Jake " a wild spirt as every my granddaughter"

y/n " yes grandpa" Jake had laughed as he patted your forehead the whole family, knew you had a wild spirt.

lo'ak " so what have you done today"

y/n " explore the beauty of the forest uncle and seeing what has to offer today"

tsu'tey " she also have wisdom in her as well"

Jake " neytiri has been teaching her well"

spider " sounds like aunt neytiri"

Jake " come on everyone lets get home before night comes upon us" the group had nodded their head and soon made their way home, they soon reach it while the sun is still out.

neytiri " there you all are"

y/n " grandma hello"

neytiri " hello my dear I had a feeling you were out exploring"

Jake " well she is our wild spirted and wise spoken granddaughter"

kiri " welcome back everyone"

tuk " welcome home"

y/n " aunt kiri and aunt tuk"

tuk " hey y/n it good to see you sorry we were not able to hangout with you today"

y/n " it okay I understand you are all busy"

neytiri " well why don't you all join us for dinner tsu'tey and spider will you both like to, come we can invite norm as well"

tsu'tey " we will love that"

neytiri " good" the family had gather for a good dinner and everything was going well in the sully family home. You are sitting with your father eating your meal as everyone talked about anything.

mo'at " you know my son I think your daughter will make a good healer, and maybe future tshaik after her aunts"

kiri " yes brother she every skilled and keeps on getting better"

neteyam " umm that good sweetheart will you love to become a healer or tshaik"

y/n " yes but I will also like to learn to fight and hunt as well"

lo'ak " that sounds like a good deal"

Jake " then we can make that happen"

y/n " yes" the family had laughed at your response as you had looked at neteyam.

y/n " dad is everything okay"

neteyam " oh yes my love everything is fine no need to worry" the family had gotten done eating dinner and soon started hanging out inside the home and outside. You were hangout outside having a good time with some other teens your age as well.

Jake " we all know one day she was travel to sea and see what it had to offer her"

neteyam " I know father but I will take sure to be there for her"

kiri " brother we all know y/n has faced many challenges and she, will be able to face this one but with all of us there with her and you"

neytiri " it still makes me mad that they regret her like that all because she different, it goof she different that what makes her special"

neteyam " that what I love about her and I know my daughter will do well"

lo'ak " yes but when she learns the truth of what happened in the past, how will she deal with the situation as either us or anyone else could keep the whole truth hidden anymore ... it might come from us or them maybe someone else"

neteyam " I have been working on telling her the truth when that time comes I will tell her" the family had looked at you as you dance or talking with the other kids and tuk having a good time.

neteyam " for now lets her have some fun while she can while we all can, with what has been going on"

Jake " you are right my son" neteyam was right as the family agreed with him, as they soon joined in with the night actives. That night father and daughter had gone home, neteyam did love you his daughter with all his heart but he also felt sadness for you. As you had been abandoned by the person he loved many years ago, along with the rest of his family and clan. He knew you are doing well and in no time you will show everyone, what you are made of when that day comes. The sully family and clan will be by your side when they day comes when the past comes, back to everyone and thing might not be the same anymore once it does.

[joyful-enchantress]

A Calm in the Storm | Loki x Fem!Reader

banner created by the amazing @springdandelixn

A/N: You escape to the rooftop in search of solitude, trying to forget about a certain trickster god... I wrote this for @sarahscribbles and her Big Follower Celebration! The prompts she gave were Rain, Rooftop, and Pining. I hope I did them justice! Congratulations, Saz, my love!

Genre: Light angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, thirst, smutty thoughts (no actual smut), fluff, mild language

Word Count: 1.9k

The first raindrop hit the skin of your upturned face with a quiet pat, and you softly gasped, your eyelids fluttering in response. Even though you had expected the rain — welcomed it, even — its coolness against your heated skin momentarily stole your breath away.

Gradually, the droplets increased the tempo of their melody and you were soon enveloped in the crescendo of their percussive rhythm, with the low rumble of thunder in the distance providing its own accompaniment. The symphony of a summer storm.

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath through your nose, enjoying the petrichor that radiated from the freshly dampened soil and wrapped your consciousness in a blanket of its pleasant aroma.

From behind your eyelids, you could sense a flash of light; you snapped them open and could see electricity dance across the night sky, some distance away. Nature brought her own light show to complement the symphony. At once dangerous, beautiful, and fleeting, the lightning felt like a cruel metaphor in that moment.

A metaphor for the heated night of passion you had shared with the God of Mischief, the dark prince. Loki.

Last night may have been spent in his bed, but sleep was perhaps the last thing on your mind. You recalled the details like flashes of lightning in your memory…

Writhing in the cool, damp sheets as he showed you the power of his silver tongue. Moaning his name and gasping for breath as he stretched and filled you with his godly cock. Singing for him as he relentlessly brought you to the edge and toppled you over into ecstasy. Over. And over. And over again.

He invaded each of your senses with his intoxicating presence, and you feared that he would never leave.

The feel of his alabaster skin, sliding against your own during the throes of your shared passion.

The sight of his perfect face, framed by unkempt raven curls; jaw clenched and pupils blown wide with lust, betraying the extent of his own desire.

The sound of his grunts and moans as his resolve unraveled around you, his husky voice whispering filthy promises in your ear.

The scent of him — smoked sandalwood and lemongrass mixed with the musk of his own hot, wet arousal — wafted through your nostrils and embedded itself in your brain.

Even the taste of him — of his lips, his throat, his fingers, his cock — lingered on your tongue.

Everything, everywhere was Loki. You could not escape him.

You had stepped outside and climbed to the rooftop to allow the storm to completely engulf your senses. To bathe you in its own sounds, smells, sensations and sights, washing away the traces that Loki had left in his wake. To force you to be present, so you could get your mind off of him, even for just a few moments.

Because you were tired of crying.

But even the storm mocked you with its reminder. Dangerous. Beautiful. Fleeting.

Dangerous because you were bound to get hurt. Badly. Loki was your friend. Dare you say it — your best friend. Crossing that line with him was like striking a match in a forest plagued by drought; the whole thing was bound to go up in flames.

Beautiful because Loki has been the singular object of your desire for some time now. The way your stomach erupted with flutters of nervous excitement whenever he entered a room, and the way your heart ached for him — longed for him — when he was not near, told you that it was more than just desire that you felt for him. It was love.

Fleeting because how could it not be? Loki could have anyone he wanted. He could have someone different in his bed every night; there certainly was a long enough waiting list. And now that he'd had you, why would he want you again? He was royalty. A prince. A god. And you were, well... you.

“Darling…?” His familiar voice, smooth as silk, caressed your ears and pulled you from your thoughts. Your thoughts that were — unsurprisingly — about him.

Somehow, he was both the last person you wanted to see right now and the person you most longed to see.

“I came to find you when I realized it was storming. I wanted to see if you would join me in the atrium to enjoy the show…” he began, his voice laced with concern and caution.

Of course he’d come to find you during a storm. He knows you love to watch them, and as long as neither of you had other obligations, you’d always find yourselves sitting in the atrium together where you could enjoy nature’s spectacle while remaining dry. And why should anything be different now that you’d spent a night in his bed, wrapped around his cock? As you had suspected, last night changed nothing for Loki.

But little did he know, that for you it changed everything.

Even though it shattered your heart, it was oddly comforting that he’d fallen into his usual patterns, confirming your theory. Dangerous. Beautiful. Fleeting.

Loki’s rich baritone continued. “…and when I couldn’t find you in your quarters, or the common area, or the training room, I began to worry. But then I remembered you told me once that you like to come up here sometimes to think. Are you alright?”

Another misstep. You’d completely forgotten that you told him about this spot. It was on the side of the rooftop opposite the lavish bar and luxurious lounge area where Tony hosted his massive parties. There was a secluded alcove in the corner, behind a decorative planter, where you could hide away from everything. Where you could think. Where you could just be.

Somewhere no one would think to look.

No one except for Loki.

You could not escape him.

As you turned to face him, nothing could have prepared you for the sight that met your swollen, bloodshot eyes. You had already determined that dressed-down Loki might be your favorite Loki, but this... this was dressed-down and soaking wet Loki.

His luscious ebony locks clung to the sides of his face and the back of his neck, winding in inky, serpentine tendrils. His wet, porcelain skin seemed to glimmer in what little light remained of the stormy summer evening, his sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaw slicing through the rivulets of rain that ran down his face, spoiling any hope they had of making it to his neck unscathed.

The phthalo green V-neck tee he was wearing adhered to his torso like a second skin, leaving the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen exposed to your roaming eyes. And the gray sweatpants... they already left little to the imagination when fully dry and hanging sluttishly loose around his hips. But now, as they grew heavy with the rain that had begun to soak into them, they hung even more loosely, sat lower on his hips, and the fabric stuck to him in ways that could only be described as indecent.

He may be a god, but the thoughts he provoked within you were far from holy.

"I'm fine, Loki," you lied. "I just... decided to take my storm watching to the next level. I wanted a more immersive view."

His bluish-green eyes bored into yours, probing for the truth. You knew it was useless trying to lie to him. God of Lies and all that...

The response he gave you was eerily calm, considering the chaos of the storm that surrounded you. "Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what is troubling you."

"Why do you care, Loki?" You had to shout to be heard above the roaring wind and pounding rain. "You've had me already. You can add me to your list of conquests. You don't have to play this part anymore."

"...What part am I supposed to have been playing?" There was an urgency to his voice, but still, he exuded calmness. It was irritating.

"The part of my friend!" You shouted again, but not purely out of necessity this time. The ache in your heart was worsening, and you could feel it. This was the part where the forest went up in flames.

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before responding to your outburst. A flash of lightning illuminated his face and for a split second you could properly see his eyes. The panic within them betrayed his calm exterior.

"Is that truly what you think of me? That I've been playing a part all this time? Pretending to be your friend, spending countless hours in your company, all to lure you into my bed, have my way with you for one night, and dispose of you like a common whore?"

Your bottom lip trembled as more tears threatened to fall. Hearing him say aloud the words that you had been thinking to yourself since last night stung almost more than you could bear. You lowered your head and waited for him to drive the knife even further into your heart.

Loki strode forward, closing the distance between you. When he was but mere inches away, he placed a long, elegant finger under your chin and tilted your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze with your own. A crack of thunder sounded in the distance as if giving him encouragement to say whatever he was going to say next.

"While your beauty is unmatched, and without a doubt would warrant such a large investment in order to experience it fully for one night, I must admit, love, that I am much more selfish than that." The panic was gone from his eyes now, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "I want to experience your beauty for all my nights."

"Loki..." you gasped, "...what are you saying?"

"I am saying, darling, that I am in love with you." He said it so matter-of-factly, as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his words; part of you was convinced that you were dreaming. You had to be, right?

Loki inhaled deeply and grasped your head between his two large palms before he continued, "Perhaps you're right, darling; perhaps I have been playing the part of your friend all along. But only because I longed for more than your friendship." He paused for a moment, carefully measuring his next words. "That's why I didn't tell you the true nature of my feelings last night. I — I was afraid that you didn't want the same thing I did, and I was afraid to ruin what I did have with you. I couldn't risk losing you. But I can see now how foolish I was. I should have told you everything last night."

You wrapped your delicate hands over his — a small gesture of reassurance. Now it was your turn to be the calm one.

"I love you too, Loki." You uttered the words as easily as breathing itself.

Loki's face lit up, but not from the lightning this time. He chose not to say a word and instead closed the rest of the distance between you and slanted his lips over yours in a warm and passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth and danced against your own with gentle strokes. This kiss felt different from all the ones you shared last night. This one felt more assured, more... calm.

A calm in the storm.

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Tagging some lovely people who might be interested. No pressure though if not! @lokisgoodgirl @youlightmeupfinn @muddyorbsblr @give-me-a-moose @cheekyscamp @fictive-sl0th @coldnique @peaches1958 @vbecker10 @simplyholl @maple-seed @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @mochie85 @cake-writes @ladyofthestayingpower @lady-rose-moon @lovelysizzlingbluebird @thomase1 @tripleyeeet @tallseaweed @peachyjinx @lokiprompts @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holdmytesseract

[rupertsfangirl]

Galaxy Eyes | Ron Weasley Imagine

Summary: A Weasley party and a corny but sweet conversation with your favorite ginger. (All just fluff).

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

A/N: I stayed up till 5 a.m. writing this after I got the idea at 1 a.m. I just couldn’t risk messing up the writing flow. It’s short but sweet. I don't know If I love the ending but I felt it shouldn’t go past where it was at. Enjoy :> Y/nn = your nickname.

*THIS MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT*

Please >w<

“Come on hurry up, you're taking ages.”

“If you’re in such a rush why not just go.”

Crossing her arms, Ginny gave you a snarky look, her back leaning against the door frame. “They’re all waiting on us y’know.” 

“I know, I know.” You quickly finish your mascara and jump out of the chair blowing yourself a kiss in the mirror. “See, wasn't it worth it though,” you strike a pose.

“Yes you are stunning, now let's go.” Although she rolls her eyes you can tell she meant it. You both start down the stairs giddy with excitement, you were particularly excited to see the boys in suits and you knew Ginny was eager to see Harry as she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks. This was your first time being present for a Weasley party that wasn’t attached to a holiday. It was to celebrate Arthur receiving a rather hefty promotion with a raise to follow it, allowing them to splurge a bit for the festivities. You could hear Molly shouting at the twins to stop doing something but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. As you made it to the bottom of the steps you watched as Molly’s face melted from angry distress to a warm adoration. She stretched out her arms and clicked her tongue with an ‘aww’.

“Don’t You girls just look gorgeous.”

“Oh, mom stop it,” Ginny seemed to try to fight the hug but gave up in the end. You smiled and squeezed tightly when she came to hug you, it always felt so safe and reassuring in there. 

“Thank you, dare I say you look more beautiful Mrs. Weasley.” 

“Oh don’t you butter me up, now off…off you go.” She ushered you and Ginny toward the kitchen where you saw Ron and Harry laughing with each other. Your eyes glance over to see Ginny looking a bit skittish at the sight of Harry but she very quickly corrects herself to her usual hardened nature. You however, couldn’t help but feel like you were drooling over Ron. Seeing him in a suit fulfilled about a dozen of your fantasies, you were quickly snapped back to reality when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder: Hermione. Turning to face her, you both smile, starting to compliment each other but you could feel another pair of eyes on you. You saw as Harry jabbed Ron in the waist trying to get him to toughen up and talk to you so he could talk to Ginny. Hermione slipped away outside leaving you with a wink as Ron stepped up to you, eyes to the floor.

He clears his throat, “Y/nn, you look-”

“Gorgeous, I know, your mother told me.” 

“Can’t I just finish my compliment.” he mumbles to himself, something about the one time he tries to be nice.

You giggle at how easily you can frustrate him, offering him a pat on the shoulder and a nod of solace. He rolls his eyes at you before taking your hand and leading you outside where the party was just getting started. Arthur was talking with Hermione’s parents, he was asking all sorts about the muggle realm, muggle items, and the functions and purposes of them. Molly was still in the house with the twins trying to force her to stop working and to start partying. And of course Lupin and Tonks were already on the dance floor, Harry and Ginny joining them soon after. 

Ron pulled you almost to the dance floor, “Care to dance?” mocking how a noble might ask. 

You glow at the question, “Never thought you’d ask.”

Slowly everyone started to dance, even Molly after some convincing from Arthur and playing her favorite song. You danced the night away with Ron and the others occasionally stopping to get a drink. You were sure that the twins put something in it because you started to feel fuzzy and you began noticing that Molly and Arthur–who’d had about 3-5 cups each– seemed quite loose. Ron caught on and saw the twins chuckling at the state of their parents and Hermione's parents. You watched Hermione pull them aside and reprimand the twins before returning to the dance floor with them, warning her parents not to have anymore.

Everyone had danced themselves to exhaustion with the help of a little liquid luck–not the potion–that had been mixed into the drinks by the twins. You and Ron were sitting on some chairs off to the side when he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you up.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

You nodded feeling like you didn’t actually have a choice. You both walked back into the house and out through the other door. He took you a bit aways from the house to a setup of blankets and pillows out in the field. 

“I...er…figured we could watch the stars.”

You felt warm in the face at the sweet gesture and gave him a hug toppling him onto the blankets and pillows. Your face planted into his chest and you were quite giggly but you weren’t sure if it was Ron or the drinks you had earlier, maybe it was both. Ron placed one hand on your lower back while his other ran through your hair. You always felt so comfortable in his presence. Pushing up on his chest you looked at him and could see the reflection of the star filled night sky in his eyes. The whole galaxy captured in his dilated pupils and sparkling blue eyes now filled with constellations. 

“Would you hold the world for me?” Ron seemed a bit taken aback by your question. “What not expecting something so deep. Not all of us only think about food all the time.”

“No, no, I just can’t study for this kind of test, not that I would have if I could,” he laughed with you while rolling you over so you were lying on your sides facing each other. 

“Seriously though, would you?”

“For you, I’d carry the world, the sun, the moon, the stars, I’d carry the whole of the universe for you.”

You smiled as bright as a full moon, surprised at how profound Ron could be if he tried. Ron reached toward your face to push back strands of your hair that had fallen across your eyes. You blush and stare deep into his eyes as he does yours. 

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Ron.”

“You’re more than gorgeous. Words can't capture it but I think the galaxy can.” He points a finger up to the absolutely cosmic cosmos. As he said its beauty cant be captured by words. His hand rests on your cheek softly caressing it with his thumb. 

“Ron?”

“Yea?”

“That was a bit corny.”

“Maybe, but I'm spilling my heart to you here. I love you y/nn.”

“I love you too, I suppose.” You whisper teasingly. He laughs sarcastically before rolling onto his back looking toward the sky. His eyes reflecting the stars again, creating little universes in his irises. You move closer to him, laying your head on his chest and placing your leg over his. One of his hands trailed down to hold your waist while the other held your hand, squeezing tightly. You never wanted this moment to end, just the two of you, the beautiful night sky, and an endlessly large universe. Everything felt so small but in his arms that didn't seem to bother you.

[ikeromantic]

I loved your Sasuke fic so much I figured I’d come back for more (if you’re willing)! What about Sasuke with envy and 😘!

I do love some Sasuke. Best ninja ever! Approx. 1400 words of envy and awkward romance!

Sasuke stood at the edge of the garden, his presence obscured by the natural flow of greenery. Hiding in plain sight was a moderately awesome ninja skill, and one he honed to perfection. Today though, he wanted very much to be seen. The temptation to step into view set a tension in his legs and torso, an unpleasant tug-of war between competing desires.

Only a little ways away, Kenshin knelt on a sandy path beside the chatelaine, their knees almost touching. Bunnies romped all around them, going between the two for attention and back out into the garden to nibble. It was a moment of perfect romance, with the smell of fresh blossoms on the warm spring air and warm afternoon light giving the scene a golden glow.

It didn’t help that Kenshin was, objectively, beautiful. His pale, delicate hair, porcelain skin, an intense gaze that only softened when he looked at the bunnies or at Mai. He was graceful, strong, and powerful. A presence that commanded attention. The complete opposite of a ninja that could and did disappear completely into the background.

The ninja felt something solid in his throat, a pressure as if he might choke. An acid bile that crept into his mouth and made everything sharp and sour. He wanted Mai to see him. To give him all of her attention, in a way that went beyond friendship - something he would not yet admit to himself. 

He told himself it was better this way. Better for the chatelaine, and for him. Because he would have to say goodbye, and goodbyes with friends hurt less when you didn’t let yourself get attached. If only his heart would believe it with him. 

Sasuke swallowed, trying to banish the bitterness. He couldn’t be jealous of Mai’s other friends, even when those were ridiculously attractive warlords. He should be glad. Happy for her. With that thought firmly in his mind, he turned to slip away unnoticed. She didn’t need him here, interrupting her time with Kenshin. 

“Hey! Sasuke?” Mai’s voice stopped him mid-step. 

He wasn’t sure how she’d spotted him. Epic fail. Sasuke turned. 

Kenshin gave him a sharp look. “If you cannot hide from one girl, I think you and I need some more training sessions.” His lips curled up in a faint smile. “We can start now.”

“No! Nope! No training in the garden. Especially not with bunnies present.”

“Hmph.” Kenshin crossed his arms. “Later then.”

“So . . . were you just passing by?” Mai stood and patted the dust and bunny hair from her clothes. 

Sasuke nodded. He was desperately glad for once that his face was so unreadable. He wasn’t sure what expression he would be making, something between embarrassment and happiness, and affection. 

She smiled at him. “Where are you headed? Are you on an errand?”

He wasn’t, actually. This was a day off, which was why he’d gone looking for Mai. But saying so now would only dig the hole deeper. Because then she’d want to know why he was sneaking around, watching her. Stalker vibes did not make for solid friendships! “Yep. On an errand. To the, er, market?”

“Oh! That’s great! I was thinking about heading there later this week to pick up some notions. I am looking for ribbon and embroidery thread. Is it ok if I come with?”

Kenshin’s expression went from faint joy at the thought of chasing Sasuke in a mock-fight to disappointment. “You would leave me? And the bunnies?” 

Mai gave him a regretful look. “I’d like to go out with Sasuke today.” She patted his head the way you might do to comfort a child. “We can have bunny time another day. I promise.”

Sasuke expected an outburst from his quixotic boss, but Kenshin just sulked. 

“Fine. Another day then. Don’t think I won’t hold you to it.”

She laughed. “I expect no less.” Then Mai held out her hand to Sasuke. “Ready?”

Sasuke blinked. The sun was creating a halo around her smiling face, and little color bursts of light around her. It was too beautiful. She was too beautiful. He reached for her hand and felt her fingers intertwine with his. “Yes.”

He barely noticed walking out of the garden and down onto the road. They surely passed people in the halls, and went through doors and up and down steps. But the only thing in his world was Mai. The feeling of their palms touching. His heart felt as if it would burst and his pulse pounded in his ears, an unhealthy 190 BPM. His skin felt too warm and his clothes too tight. 

“I might need to stay in today,” he told her just as they reached the turnoff to go to the market. His voice shook a little as he said it, his throat clenching as if to hold in the words. Because he certainly wanted to spend the day with her. More than anything. 

Mai’s eyes widened in concern. “Are you ok? You aren’t getting sick, are you?” She put her wrist to his forehead. 

Silk-soft skin, smelling faintly of herbal soap and light perfume sent his heart into an even faster gallop. “I . . . maybe?”

“You don’t have a fever. Maybe you just need some water. Did you eat today?”

Sasuke couldn’t remember if he had or not. Right now, he wasn’t sure he could recall his own name. Her touch felt so - so nice. 

“Hmmm.” She pressed her fingers lightly to his neck, sending little shivers through him. “We should definitely sit.” Mai tugged him over to a bench and pulled him down to sit beside her. She leaned lightly into him. “Better?”

It wasn’t, really. The spot on his leg where her thigh almost touched his tingled weirdly. “More symptoms,” he replied, feeling confused. This presented like no disease he knew of. 

Mai leaned closer. “Your eyes look ok. Not dilated.” 

From this close, she was even prettier. Sasuke could completely understand Shingen’s need to call her an angel. She was that, and more. And he wanted to kiss her. The realization hit him so suddenly that he gasped. 

“What is it?” She put a hand on his shoulder. 

Her lips were so close. Did friends want to kiss friends? On the lips? Sasuke tried to rein in the urge. Maybe? Maybe they did? “Do you think . . . is it . . .”

“Yes?” She squeezed his shoulder gently.

“That is, would you mind if . . . if I . . .” Sasuke couldn’t seem to get the words out. They tangled on his tongue, impossible to pronounce. His face felt frozen, his throat tight and hot. 

She studied his face as if searching for something there. “You can ask me anything.” Mai leaned closer yet, or perhaps it was him, leaning closer to her. 

He could feel her breath stir against his cheek. Her lips were only a hairsbreadth from his own. Sasuke swallowed. He thought he might burst into flame, he was so hot under her touch. And irrationally, part of him thought a kiss - just a friendly little mouth to mouth kiss - might help. But he couldn’t push past that paper-thin barrier. Not without permission. 

“Oh gross! What are you doing? Sasuke!” Whatever might have been about to happen, it all fell apart with a single voice. Yukimura marched toward them, grimacing. “You can’t sit that close together!”

Mai shot away from Sasuke like she’d been stung. “I - I was just checking for fever.”

“Sure you were.” Yuki scowled at her. 

“She - she was. I’m feeling ill.” And he still did. A bit light-headed, but his heart was beginning to calm down. “I think it passed though. I probably just needed to sit.” Yes. Sitting. Not kissing. Not thinking about kissing. 

Yukimura snorted. “Whatever. Just don’t be gross where I can see it.” 

Sasuke was certain there would be nothing gross about kissing Mai. Nothing at all. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, we were going to the market. Did you want to come? BFF’s invited!”

“Yeah. I better. Otherwise who knows what the boar woman will seduce you into.”

Mai smacked his arm. “I am not a boar woman! And I am not seducing anyone!” 

“Sure.” Yuki rolled his eyes. 

As the three of them set off, Sasuke noticed a little frown of disappointment on the chatelaine’s lovely lips. Had she wanted to kiss him too? The thought was both exciting and intimidating. Perhaps they could be friends that kissed. 

“Don’t look so happy,” Yukimura elbowed him.

“I only look happy because you’re about to lose our race.” Sasuke shot back. 

“Our what?” Yuki’s question came a beat late, as the ninja lunged into a run. “Wait up!”

“Hey!” Mai laughed and broke into a run, with Yukimura hot on her heels. Just three friends, enjoying a free day together.

[where-fading-princesses-live]

Finally got around to watching Being the Recardos on Amazon Prime after procrastinating for months... ugh, why do I torture myself? I knew it was going to be God-awful.

I generally hate biopics. It’s just too hard to cram an entire person’s life in 2 hours. I much prefer to read a biography or memoir which offers deeper insight and can be thorough and detailed or watch a doc. Real stories are always more interesting than dramatizations. That being said, my main issue was with the casting. I just couldn’t see Nicole Kidman and Javier Bardem disappear into the roles of Lucy and Desi. They looked NOTHING like them. I will give props to Kidman to at least nailing Lucy’s voice, but otherwise, her hair and makeup was atrocious and did not embody Lucy at all (it looks better on the obviously photoshopped poster, trust me... it looks like utter sh- in the movie). I generally like Bardem but he was miscast as Desi. So he’s got an accent so what? A guy who was shorter and didn’t speak in a deep baritone would have been a better choice. I would have preferred unknowns in these parts. When you use A-list actors who are supposed to be representing Icons, it’s hard to see them as the people they’re meant to be portraying because they’re too recognizable themselves. 

I also had issues with the actress playing Vivan Vance as well (too lazy to look up her name). She was about the right age as Viv maybe a couple years younger but much too thin and pretty. Viv was an attractive woman when she wasn’t playing Ethel (they always made her look frumpy and older than she was irl) but you have to keep in mind she wasn’t a pin-up girl, either and she wasn’t old but she wasn’t that young either. She was 42 albeit classy but still... the hair was all wrong and I just couldn't see her as Vivian. In fact, after comparing their pictures side by side I think Vivian was much more glamorous but she wasn’t supposed to look that glamorous as Ethel... they let Ethel be glammed up in the later episodes and this was an issue that cropped up in the movie but still. The actress didn’t even try to do her voice and sounded nothing like Vivian so she just didn’t do it for me. The only actor that completely fit his part was JK Simmons as William Frawley. Maybe he was thinner than Frawley but he got the voice and mannerisms down pat that if I closed my eyes I could totally see Frawley speaking. Now if only the rest of the cast was as good as he was, the movie would have been at least partly bearable.

I gather this movie was intended to be a low budget TV movie because that’s exactly what it felt like. No effort put into it all because it went direct to streaming. 

Also there were so many historical inaccuracies, too many to list off but purist Lucy fans would spot the inconsistencies from a mile away (the most glaring issue was how Lucy and Desi met on the set of Too Many Girls in 1940).

Honestly... the costume department couldn’t have done a worse job...

Was this supposed to be Lucy’s natural brunette hair? Cause no.... no it’s not. 

Sorry but Kidman just couldn’t capture her beauty at all... 

The Communist speech was also really cheesy... the audience reactions could not be more forced and you can tell when they were told to gasp and look shocked. If Desi’s speech was staged for the cameras I could forgive the forced reactions but it was not staged and the audience irl was not expecting Desi’s speech. If you look up the actual address Desi gave to the studio audience it was much less dramatic and easier to suspend one’s disbelief.

The film offered nothing new either... in fact the crappy 1991 TV movie Before the Laughter did a more entertaining job of capturing Lucy and Desi’s rocky marriage than this movie did. I didn’t care for Maurice Benard as Desi but Frances Fisher KILLED it as Lucy. It was not a great movie by any means but I’d rather watch that one any day over this hot mess.

The only thing I can say that was positive was that it was a wise choice to zero in on a single week of filming the I Love Lucy show as opposed to showing their entire lives and careers. we see parts of that but there was too much to show in 2 hours so focusing on a single moment in their lives and what led up to that was for the best so that it didn’t feel too rushed. Biopics work best when you’re focusing on just one thing. But that being said the movie still fell flat on its character development and there was no emotional connection to Lucy and Desi at all. In 2 hours I felt like I still didn’t really know who these people were. It was a very surface level movie with no real deep commentary or themes or anything. I also hated the fake interviews with the writers as the movie’s opening it was very weak and cliche. They were trying to push this movie as a docu drama but it wasn’t. It was just another bad dramatization of two Hollywood Legends with no new insight. 

But then I didn’t really expect it to be a good movie so can’t say it met my expectations or really disappointed me because I had none going in.

I’m definitely going to watch the far more superior documentary Lucy and Desi directed by Amy Poehler. Docs are always 10000x better than crappy biopics.

[depravity-n-savagery]

「 Inked and Owned 」

✯ Pairing: Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader

✯ Summary: You lose a bet with Eddie and have to get a tattoo. He comforts you because you're worried about the pain, but you discover you actually enjoy it. ~

✯ CW: Smut, Needles (for getting a tattoo), Masochism, Spanking, Fingering, Choking, Friends to lovers, Praise kink

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

✯ Word Count: 3.8k

✯ A/N: Just realizing my favorite fics always take a couple days for me to finish, haha. Writing this almost made me wanna get another tattoo 🤣. Hope you enjoy ♡

Sometimes you really got yourself into situations without thinking. This particular time was one of the biggest.

"Come on, I'll be right there with you the whole time. You're gonna be fine." Eddie patted you on the shoulder, trying to reassure you for the fifth time today. Other people might not have noticed just how nervous you were but, as your best friend, Eddie was tuned in to your mood changes.

There was no one to blame but yourself. You're the one who decided to strike a deal with him. A bet, sort of. If he got his grades together and graduated, you would get a tattoo of his guitar. Nothing huge - you were a tattoo virgin after all - but visible. It seemed like a cool idea at the time. You wanted your best friend to walk that stage with you at the end of the year. Plus, his guitar was beautiful. You wouldn't mind having it be a permanent part of your body, the same way Eddie was a permanent part of your life. What you did mind was the needle, and the stories you've heard about the process being excruciatingly painful.

"Here lies Y/N." You groaned dramatically, clasping your hands over your chest. Letting out a faux death rattle, you laid back across Eddie's lap and played dead. He chuckled, poking your ticklish side and springing you back up into a playful shoving match with him. That is, until the woman behind the counter cleared her throat and reminded you both where you were. Seated next to each other in the tattoo parlor. Waiting for your turn like a lamb to the slaughter.

Just like that, the nerves were back.

Eddie sighed, taking your hand in his to get your full attention. "Look, I've done this multiple times. If it was really that painful, don't you think I would've told you about it?"

"But you like pain." You said plainly.

His cheeks flushed almost instantly, eyes wide and shifting to look anywhere else but directly at you. "Well, causing pain and taking are- ..T-They're two different-. THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!" He refused to look right at you but he could already sense the shit-eating grin on your face. Naturally you two spoke about everything with each other. That included whatever sexual interests and escapades either of you got into. He had way more experience in that area than you did. You've only slept with two guys so far and they were utterly disappointing. Both of those nights you left their place and went straight to Eddie's, frustrated and needing someone to make you laugh. Of course, he came through every time.

The woman at the counter called you up, going over the basics. Paperwork was already signed when you guys both arrived. Only thing left was to step behind the curtain and meet your maker. Eddie, true to his word, was right by your side. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, leaving small indents in your fingers with his rings.

Behind the black velvety curtain was a muscular bald man, way taller than you and covered in tattoos. He was setting up his station when you both entered his space. "Eddie!" The man called out, reaching out to give him a fist bump. Not only did he do a few of Eddie's tattoos, but he actually came to see Corroded Coffin play a few times. Which meant he was familiar with the guitar in question.

Your eyes zeroed in on the instrument of your undoing, held in the man's hand as he spoke to Eddie briefly. Your favorite metalhead mumbled something along the lines of 'take care of her, she's precious'. The same way he'd spoken about his guitar whenever you asked him to teach you. Jelly-legged, you shuffled into the chair and felt your heart begin to race. At this rate you were going to pass the fuck out before things even got started. How embarrassing would that be?

Your hand was squeezed again, then gently lifted and brought to Eddie's lips. Plump and soft, you watched him press a kiss into the back of your hand. An unfamiliar warmth crept up your body. From your core and straight up into your cheeks. Holy shit. His lips have never touched you before, and fuck now you could only think about all the places you wanted them to touch- aht aht! Get your mind out of the gutter! This was just his way of comforting you, right? A little extra, but that's Eddie in a nutshell. Expect the unexpected.

While you had an internal crisis, the taller man carried on prepping the spot on your shoulder. This is it. The final curtain call. If only you could focus on the looming threat, instead of tunneling in on the second - no, third kiss being placed on your hand. So you scoffed, trying to regain some of your composure. "Jesus, Eddie. I'm not giving birth here."

"Are you sure? 'Cause you're sweating like you're in labor." You shot him a look that said 'just you wait, Munson'. He wasn't getting away with that one. It would have to wait. The man gave you a moment to brace yourself, holding the buzzing instrument just an inch away from your skin. Get it over with. Finally, he pressed down and… wait, this is it?

The sensation did hurt, in a way, but not nearly the way you expected. It was like a dull prick, similar to getting a papercut. Just…on vibrate. And in rapid succession. Out of disbelief you turned your head to look, watching the outline of Eddie's guitar come into shape. The more you looked at the process, the less you worried about all the warnings and clearly over exaggerated stories.

Eddie must have sensed your relief, because it appeared to bring him relief too. He exhaled, relaxing his shoulders and flashing you one of his heart melting smiles. Dimples on full display. "See? I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Yet he still held onto you, and you had no plans on pulling away from him.

The challenging part was where there was shading, and areas that had to be filled in. By now the skin had been pricked and scraped so much it was numb, but going over it again had you tensing up. It was unexplainable, because it did hurt, but that wasn't all. The vibrations were felt in a spot you had hoped to keep uninvolved in this adventure. Your core throbbed, demanding attention and forcing you to question things about yourself. Maybe Eddie wasn't the only 'freak' in this friendship. You were pretty sure he wasn't rock hard during his own tattoo sessions. No, it had to be you. Struggling against the urge to squirm in your seat, just to get some friction against your oversensitive cunt.

Ring-clad fingers rested on your bare thigh, putting a stop to your not-so-subtle shifting. Curse the summer heat and your decision to wear a skirt. A skirt that was now slightly hiked up and exposing enough leg to be considered downright sinful. Sinful, like those thoughts you're having right now.

"-okay? Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your bubble of pervy spiraling popped, bringing you back down to earth.

"I asked if you were okay. You seem pretty squirmy. Is it the blood?" There was blood? Sure enough, the tiniest ruby drops were visible. Just as visible as Eddie's hand higher up your thigh than it was a minute or two ago. The thinnest smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Or is it something else?"

He knows!! You couldn't place how, or when he figured it out, but he must have. The way his fingers flexed, just a twitch away from being under your skirt. Feeling the arousal that left your panties damp - you prayed to whatever deity would listen, that you didn't leave a wet spot when it was time to leave. If the tattoo artist picked up on any of this, he didn't react. A master of minding his own business. He just carried on with the finishing touches and shadings.

The trip back to Eddie's trailer was less conversational. Black Sabbath playing at almost max volume to make up for the silence. What gives? Ever since you both left the tattoo parlor, he's been quiet. Distant. A neck-snapping change from the way he was caressing your thigh earlier. Did you manage to weird him out?

On a good note, the end result of your time in that chair was more than just soiled undergarments. The tattoo was stunning, and you couldn't stop peeking over at your shoulder to look at it with a smile.

"Enjoying the new ink?" The first thing you've heard from him since this car ride started. You had to bite back the snarky response that was locked and loaded on your tongue. The silent treatment offended you more than you were willing to admit.

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I could do that again. Easy."

"Easy for you." He remarked under his breath, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes shifted back to the road, landing on the welcome sign for Forest Hills Trailer Park. Your festering attitude had you almost ready to just go home and sulk, but you were already this far. Plus, you were in no rush to see your parents reaction to your 'new ink'. So when Eddie parked and got out of the van - without even opening your door like he usually would - you begrudgingly followed.

Eddie's uncle was absent, most likely working. Great. One less person to possibly talk to. His uncle was actually quite fond of your friendship with his nephew. Especially with the way everyone else treated him. When he was around, he would talk with you like you were another young rebel he's taken into his home. Like family. Once you were allowed free range to rummage through their kitchenette cabinets for a bowl of cereal, you knew it was official. Maybe he could've clued you in on what was going on with your friend now. The one who was pacing the length of his bedroom, wrenching his hands through his untamed mane.

Something has to give. "What is your damage, Munson?" You were seated on the edge of his bed, propped up on your elbows while you laid back. You saw him stop in his tracks just a couple feet away from you.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry for bein' such a dick, sweetheart. I'm just…" His worn black boots tapped a rapid pattern on the floor. "...struggling right now."

"With what?" Your attitude was dwindling down to actual concern once you realized the turmoil he seemed to be in.

"I can't believe-" The sentence stopped short, probably being swapped out for one that was easier to digest. "I know what was going on back there, uh, while you were being worked on." His eyes glanced over the shiny, inked skin on your shoulder.

Ah. So your fears were confirmed. Someone had finally managed to out-freak the 'freak' and it just had to be you. You sat upright, shamefully keeping your eyes on the floor. Last thing you needed to see was a look of disgust on his face. "I- I didn't know that would happen. I'm sorry you had to see it." Tears welled up in your eyes, defying how much you tried to blink them away. "I guess it was pretty…sick." The word made you shudder. Never imagining that it would be used to describe yourself.

There was more silence, then a shifting. Eddie's boots turned in your direction, the view of them joined by his dark jean-covered (well, the only part of his legs peeking out from the ripped denim) knees lowering onto the floor. "Look at me." It was softly spoken, but the tone was firm. He clearly wasn't asking. You obliged, lifting your face up to meet his. The kneeling made him level with you, eye to eye.

"I didn't think it was sick, Y/n. Don't ever talk about yourself like that again, do you hear me?" His eyebrow raised, disappearing under his bangs. A totally inappropriate time for you to be swooning over that tone he took with you. You enjoyed his scolding, but gave him a nod just to move the topic along.

"Then what is it?" A small whimper shook free from your lips. You were on the verge of sobbing. "What did I do wrong?"

"No no no, sweetheart." He cooed. Seeing your eyes glossed over with tears nearly broke him down. Especially knowing that him and his own faulty actions were the cause. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just- FUCK this is hard."

"Just spit it out!"

"I want you." His jaw was clenched, straining to push his words through his teeth. "No, I have wanted you for a long time. Then all summer you come around in your short skirts and tight little shirts- fine. I could control myself then." Taking a deep breath, he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it into his mouth to chew at the corner. "But today.. seeing you so turned on." He palmed at the tent in his jeans, adjusting himself for comfort. No doubt he was straining against the zipper. "All I could think about was fucking you right then and there. My hand around that pretty throat… or pinching those hard nipples…"

Someone in the clouds must've heard your silent prayers. Looked over your shoulder as you childishly doodled Eddie's name in your journal, and aligned the stars to bring you here. Where your jaw was hanging, drying out your mouth enough to make you cough. Fuck. The feeling was mutual. Every night you've spent bringing yourself to climax with his name on your lips, he was probably right here doing the same. Milking his cock to the thought of you.

He wasn't done with his confession. Just paused to let it sink in. "I've been holding back because I didn't want to ruin anything or scare you away. I don't want to lose you."

That was the culprit. Sexual frustration.

Emboldened by the knowledge that your feelings were actually shared, you looked up at him. His brown doe eyes torn between wanting to glare and wanting to cry. "You'll never lose me. I mean, come on. I got your guitar tatted on me. I might as well write your name in bold print across my tits. Would that be obvious enough?"

The metalhead was too stunned to speak. So you carried on, reaching for his left hand that was resting on his thigh. "I wanted you on my body. Where the whole world could see." He didn't resist as you lifted his hand up to your neck, guiding his fingers to wrap around as much of it as he could. "I want you to leave your mark on me, Eddie."

A darkness washed over his face, and it almost scared you, but excited you at the same time. His grip tightened, squeezing the sides of your neck so he wouldn't damage your windpipe. Thank god, he kept his rings on. The way they pushed into your skin made your eyelids flutter. Soon he was standing, pulling you up with him until you both stood at the foot of his bed.

"Are you sure? About this?"

You nod, not wanting to strain yourself against his hand. Once he got that confirmation his lips were on you. Crashing into your jaw, your cheek, your collarbone, and finally landing on your lips. He was making up for lost time. All these months you've spent stupidly avoiding these feelings, when he could've been doing this. You yelped weakly, feeling his teeth graze and nip along your bare shoulder (the one that wasn't tatted). Each bite had your thighs trembling.

Clothes were such a nuisance, and Eddie shared your desire to be rid of them. Only releasing your neck so he could strip himself naked while you did the same. He was so eager, he had to stop himself from just shredding the material and ripping it right off of you. His hands roughly groped every bit of skin you uncovered, even pinching in certain areas. Your ass, for example.

The sharp pain was gone as soon as you felt it, which had you frowning. You wanted the sensation to last. To feel that consistent sting, like when you were getting tattooed. "Mm, smack it." You said between desperate whines, backing your ass into the palm of his hand.

He obliged, giving the right cheek a hard smack. It sent a ripple of movement through your ass, making him suck in a deep breath. "It's so soft, and jiggly." Another smack came down, on the left cheek. Swift and hard. He smoothed his hand over the impacted spot, massaging out the ache and spreading your cheeks. "I don't know if I want you over my knee, or on my face."

Both options were sure to drive you insane in the best way possible. But the mental image of being over his knee, made your thighs clench. Your Eddie, holding you down while he spanks your ass till you're blue and purple. "O-over your knee sounds uh- I'd like that. I think."

The bed creaked under Eddie's weight as he sat, patting his bare thigh. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It's now or never, Y/n. So you did as instructed, and laid yourself over his thighs. Your ass exposed fully to him. Boy was he about to take full advantage of that. Roaming the full expanse of your rump with his right hand. Occasionally he let the tips of his fingers brush over your pussy, making you jump and clench around nothing. Spreading your arousal across your inner thighs. It was so soft, you almost forgot about what was coming.

Smack!!

The sound of his hand coming down on your ass filled your ears. The impact brings just the right amount of pain to make you bite down on your lower lip, stifling a moan. His own exhale coming from above you as he felt you spill onto his leg. A ragged breath that played along the edges of being a growl. Your skin came alive under his palms. Bruising so perfectly. Two more slaps followed before he gave you a break.

"You're doing sooo good, sweetheart." Eddie massaged the tender skin, cooing into your ear. The coldness of his rings slightly soothed the heated stinging. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you have never felt better. His fingers dipped between your thighs, finding your sensitive nub and rubbing it in small circles. "You're already this wet just from getting spanked?"

All you could manage was an 'mmhm', embarrassment clear on your face. This was all uncharted territory. New feelings all colliding and coming forth at the same time. There was so much to adjust to. Including the finger being spontaneously pushed inside you.

"Ohhh Y/n-" Your wetness made it so his finger met no resistance. Pushing into you until his ring kissed your folds. "I can feel you clenching. M'gonna make you feel good. Okay?" High on pleasure, you thought to reply something like "I've been feeling good this entire time" - good in all the most twisted ways. Only Eddie could find a way to make this better than it already was.

And he does.

He joins his index finger with his middle, fucking them into you slowly. Deeply. Marveling at the way you seemed to suck him in. It was fire and ice. Salty and sweet. Two totally different sensations mixing into something you just couldn't get enough of. Your hips (practically with a mind of their own) push back into him, begging for more. "Eddiiie.. please, I-"

Smack!!

This time you cried out, digging your nails into your palms. Little crescent shaped indents forming in the skin. Pins and needles biting at your backside; you were practically going numb. It made you hot, knowing that for a while you would have to think of him whenever you sat down. Eddie's fingers curled inside you, playing with the spongy spot that had you moaning and drooling like an absolute fool. Fucked dumb, and he hasn't even touched you with his cock yet.

Your high was overwhelming. A constant push and pull, as he kept you just on the edge of release. "E-Eddie! Mmph, pleaase.. Ineedit- I need to cum so bad.. Please!" Babbling through tears and saliva. There was no more room for shame if it meant you could cross the finish line. Besides, you feel the way his cock jumped when you begged him to let you cum. With more mercy than any deities would have granted you, he gave you his thumb. Using it to rub your clit like he wanted to erase it from existence. To finally put the nail in your coffin and ruin you for anyone else that might try to take his place afterwards. You reached your peak. To him, it was beautiful. You were beautiful.

The sobs were close to full-blown wailing now, and that's what pulled him back down to earth. Immediately regretting how rough he might've been with you. He quickly turned you over and settled you evenly on his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on your ass. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, hiding under the soft veil of his hair.

It looked painful, the way your body shook and you were certain there would be snot smeared where you pressed your face. But it wasn't from the pain. It was a release. Everything you've tucked away, bit down, and pushed aside. Forced out of you like a virus. You felt cured. Emotionally overwhelmed, sure, but you felt empty in the best way. Like a clean slate. Eddie was rubbing your back, kissing apologies into your hair. A bit of panic rose in him, but he didn't want to freak you out even more. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I should've taken it easier on you. Does it- are you really hurt? What do I do?" He may have exaggerated parts of his sexual history when he told them to you. Not virginal, but not as on-top-of-things as he led on. It was stupid. He just wanted you to think he was better than those previous guys that left you unsatisfied.

You shook your head. Yep. Definitely smearing snot on him. "M'okay. It felt really good. I'm just… that was a lot." You were simmering down to hiccups and sniffles, which Eddie mentally kicked himself for finding adorable. "So." He spoke up, still holding you against him. "Got me branded on you, huh?"

You replied with a soft "mmhm."

"So does that make you…mine?"

Your chest fell with a sigh, raising your hand up to touch his chest. Feeling the way his heart thumped beneath your palm. "I was always yours, Eddie. You just didn’t know it yet."

Nothing else was said for a bit. Just the two of you recovering in comfortable silence.

"Guess I have to make my own appointment now. I want everyone to know I'm yours too."

♡

✯A/N: I've been working on fics from a lot of my own ideas, but I'd also love to try some ideas from other people, so feel free to leave some in my Ask/inbox. Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

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