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coolyiooo · 1 year

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BSD Men - You Tell Them "I Want A Baby"

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: Smut, MDNI, breeding kink obviously, scratching, praise, moaning, pulling, whimpering, breaking the bed, rounds, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

You waited until your husband came home from work to have 'the big talk' with him. When he arrived, he greeted you with a kiss and a smile. You smiled back and told him you have something to tell him

He looked at you, intrigued. You were nervous to say it, but when you found your words, you said "I... I want a baby with you"

His eyes widen in disbelief. You started to get nervous that he didn't like this request of yours, but in one second you found yourself being picked up. Dazai wrapped his arms around your hips and picked you up while spinning you around.

"My belladonna wants my baby!" He yelled with excitement. In a flick of the switch, realization hit him. His smile faded away as he felt sudden fear wash over him "My... Belladonna wants my baby?"

He put you down gently and looked like he was about to collapse. His body swayed like he was drunk, and his legs were trembling. He murmured small words that you couldn't even interpret, and then he sat down. Small drops of sweat came down his forehead as he looked flabbergasted.

You sat next to him and held his hands, looking kindly at him, but he couldn't even make eye contact "I know you must be conflicted-"

He chuckled nervously "Me conflicted? Of course not, bella-" You cut off his sentence "It's ok if you aren't ready yet, but I know we'll be amazing parents" you smile warmly at him

"We're both strong, 'Samu. We can protect this child and give them unlimited love."You cupped his cheek to make him look at you. "I know they will love you just as much as I love you." His eyes became calm and collected. You continued

"Yes, there will be difficult times, but we will overcome them like we always do, and you won't be alone because I'll be there to help you, 'Samu." He stared at you with a soft smile. His eyes showed gratefulness. You put a finger up in his face and said, "Of course I would expect help from you too, though."

He held both of your hands and smiled, saying, "Starting a family with you is the greatest gift life could ever offer to me." You smiled back at him until he spoke again "Plus, I think it would be wasted potential if we never had a child. I mean, think of how humorous yet powerful they would be," he smirks.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "With your looks and my looks combined, we will create the most beautiful child alive," he finished while clenching his fists.

You sighed as you pulled him up to his feet when you stood up and dragged him to the bedroom, making him stumble. "Well, let's get into it, shall we, love?" You said this after you pushed him on the bed.

It was later into the night when Dazai was on top of you, thrusting skillfully into you. His cock hit the deepest parts of you, and you were hugging his dick tightly with your wet walls. You were both moaning from the sensation.

The thought of you getting pregnant only made the situation more lewd and made you both more aroused. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders to shove his cock deeper inside you, fueling your arousal even more.

He smirks tiredly "Does someone have a breeding kink? Ngh~! Because I've never felt you this tight before- Ah~!"

"Y-you just- ah~! never been this deep inside me~" you looked away embarrassed

He chuckles "you want my cum that much, bella~? Mmn~ You want my child inside you?"

"Mhmm~! Y-yes~"

He smirks as he connected your lips together, both of moaning into the kiss. While you were both kissing, his pace became faster which only made you dig your nails into his skin. You both moaned louder into the kiss until he pulled away

"I love you, y/n~ agh~! I'm going to fill you up so much~"

"I- I'm gonna c-cum~!" As soon as you said that, you came on Dazai's cock, squeezing him tightly and he soon came with you. His cum was shot deep inside of you as you both moaned loudly.

"F-fuck~ your taking in my cum so beautifully, y/n" Dazai said while looking down to where your both connected. You were panting heavily as he kissed your cheek before laying his head on your chest, smiling kindly "I'm excited to start this new chapter together with a mini you and me"

💚RANPO💚

You've been wanting to tell Ranpo that you want a baby, but it got you nervous to even talk about it with him. You felt maybe he wasn't ready, since he can barley take care of himself-, but after a couple of months you decided to finally just talk to him about it.

When you both came home from work and were cuddling on the couch. You took a deep breath and looked at him with blushed cheeks

"Um- love, I have something I've been wanting to talk to you about"

He looks at you with no surprised facial expressions "You want a baby with me?" You looked at him with shock "I know you've been wanting to tell me for months" he smiles softly

"Uh- then why have you never confronted me about it?" You were confused

"Because I was waiting until you were ready to tell me" he responded making you understand his reason"And I wasn't sure if I was ready to go to the next step. I mean, a baby would take away all of your attention from me"

You gave him a 'bruh-' facial expression until he spoke again "But after thinking some more, I realized that I am the world's greatest detective. So how hard could it be? Plus, you'll help out and do most of the hard stuff so-" You cut off his sentence by pinching his cheek making him cry out in pain

"You little- you know I will expect you to help sometimes, right?"

"Of course!" You let go of him which made him rub his cheek. He spoke again "You expect me to let you raise our baby all alone?"

You looked away from him "Well..."

He scoffed "How wrong you are, sugar. If a baby is what you want then I will try my hardest to help you!... Even if I feel too lazy" he smiles widely with determination

You sighed "Yeah.. you better" He looks at you offended "What? Do you think I'm not fit for the challenge?"

You smile "Of course you are. You are the world's greatest detective and boyfriend"

He laughs "You are correct!"

Before you could say anything more, he drags you to the bedroom making you almost trip "Now, let's get started! We aren't getting any younger~"

You were both soon on your shared bed as you jumped on Ranpo's cock. You clenched tightly on his hair and shoulder while his hands help steady your hips. His whimpers only made you more wet and needy for him, and seeing you more desperate than usual only turned him on more.

"Mmn~! Your squeezing me so tightly ngh~" he whimpered

The more he thought about impregnating you the more aroused he got. He started to thrust his hips upwards which made his cock hit deeper inside you. You moaned louder

He smiles softly while panting "Hah~ You want me to shoot my cum deep inside you, right?"

"Y-yes mmn~ I do~"

He leaned into your ear "If your so desperate for my cum then jump a little faster, sugar~ ah~! it feels so good. I won't last much longer mmn~!"

With that, you went at a faster, sloppy pace. His head fell back while arching his back "Ah~! I'm close~ don't stop, sugar~ mmn~! feels so good~"

It all felt amazing, but without thinking, Ranpo pushed you over to get on top of you and started to thrust faster and deeper into you. His forehead was on your shoulder while you held tightly onto his shoulders. His whimpers were louder until he finally came as deep as he can go inside you. You both came together while moaning and twitching. As soon as he finished, he collapsed on your chest while panting heavily.

Usually he's never top just because his stamina is kind of low so you don't really blame him. You felt his body quiver from time to time as you both hugged each other In a tired voice, he said "I just know you'll be an amazing mom. I didn't even need to use my detective skills to know that, sugar"

💜FYODOR💜

You've been wanting to tell Fyodor that you want a child with him for awhile, but he's been very busy lately. You just want to talk to him about it and see what he thinks, but obviously you hope he'll be on the same page as you.You decided today is the day

You walked into Fyodor while he was typing on his five monitors or something. You hugged him from the side, laying your cheek on his shoulder as your arms were wrapped around him. He slightly leaned his head towards you and kissed your arms

"Is there something wrong, moya lyubov?" He didn't even look at you, but his tone seemed considerate

You sighed "I just want to talk to you about something, but it can wait" you kissed his cheek gently

He finally turns his head towards you "you want to talk about something? Is it serious?" His eye seemed a bit soft

You nervously chuckle "well kind of, but nothing to worry over"

He kept staring at you which only made you more nervous "hmm give me one more hour, love, then we can talk" he kissed your forehead. You nod with a smile as a response.

You were waiting in your shared bed for about an hour until Fyodor showed up. He sat next to you on the bed after taking off his shoes and cape. He held your hand "what's been on your mind, myshka?" He asked gently Your heart raced rapidly

"i- uh- it's hard to ask" you couldn't even make eye contact with him his hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him "do you fear me, y/n?"

You widen your eyes "n-no! It's just-" you took a deep breath "I.... Want a baby.."

His eyes widen as he stared into you. You couldn't hold the stare as you looked down, blushing tremendously. You chuckled nervously "Or you know, we can wait. I was just-" Your sentence was cut off by a sweet kiss on the lips, catching you off guard. Fyodor held the kiss for a couple seconds before he pulled away.

He was smiling "I've been wanting a child with you for awhile as well" He started to gently kiss your neck. His body was slowly towering over you as the back of your head laid on a pillow

He mumbled against your skin "I couldn't ask for a better woman. Your perfect, my dear" You moan quietly before he looked into your eyes while smirking "tonight will belong to us, my love. I wont stop until your body has no choice but to become pregnant"

And it really did feel like the night belong to you two. He was fucking you in a mating press. You could feel him deeper inside you than usual. His thrusts were rough and deep, but his words and kisses were filled with beauty and affirmation

Your hands were wrapped around his neck and would sometimes pull his hair. His hands were busy holding himself up, but they were gripping the bed sheets. "S-so deep~ mmn~ so good~ Fedya, do you feel good?"

"Mmn~ just the thought of you carrying my child drives me to my limit ah~ you feel irresistible, y/n~" He pounded deeper into you, making your head go all the way back, slightly arching your back

"I can feel more of you, myshka~ mmn~ your really clenching tightly around me ngh~ so lewd~" he chuckles gently

"I- ah~! I'm going to c-cum~ it feels too good~" you moaned while your hand forms a fist on his hair, making him groan

"Me too, love. Let's do it together ah~ Your going to be- ngh~ an amazing mother for our child"

He pounded faster only making you two moan and groan louder. Your walls stroked him amazingly and his cock hit your g spot over and over. He finally felt his limit and he was so ready to cum inside you "Oh, myshka~ I'm going to cum~ Don't let one drop go to waste Ah~ cum with me, dear~"

You only responded to moaning his name. He smirked slightly as he felt a sudden wave of electricity go throughout his body. He shot his semen deep inside you, resulting you cumming on his dick. You moaned loudly and quivered from the sensation as he grunted with his eyes shut tight

You were panting heavily until he kissed your lips passionately. He looked at your eyes with soft, tired ones "I can't wait to have this child with you, y/n"

He abruptly started to pound into you again. Your gripped on his shoulders as your eyes were shut tight while moaning."I did tell you we won't stop until your body has no choice but to get pregnant, my love~ we have all night "

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were waiting for Atsushi to get home from work to tell him you want a baby. It was nerve racking, but you felt ready and just wanted to see what Atsushi thinks about it.

When he did come home, he was greeted by your hug and a kiss and he did the same thing back to you. He was about to go take a shower until you told him you had to tell him something, making him a bit worried.

You grabbed his hands and looked in his eyes with Ambition "I want a baby"

His eyes widen and his cheeks blushed "A...a baby?"

"Yeah...of course if your ready too"He put his hands on your shoulders a little roughly

"Y-you really want a baby with me?"

"Of course, my love. Who else would I ask?"

He kissed you on the lips while one of his hands cupped your face and the other on your back. You were taken aback and flustered until he pulled away "I've been thinking about starting a family with you recently too" he smiles softly You were a little surprised

"You made it sound like you weren't sure"

He chuckles "I was just happy to hear those words. It kinda sounded surreal"

He then hugs you in a warm embrace. His chin laying on your shoulder "Im just glad I'm going to raise a child with the woman I love"

"Well I'm not pregnant yet, love" you chuckle

He stops hugging you and holds your hands instead while looking into your eyes "I don't want our child to experience what I've been through. I want them to feel loved and cared for. So don't worry, I will do everything I can to make them happy" he smiles

"I already know you will, love. You'll be an amazing dad" you smile back

"And you'll be the perfect mom" he kisses the back of your hand After smiling at each other for awhile, he starts to blush "Well... D-do you want to get started?"

You fidget with your fingers "If your up to it"

He suddenly carries you bridal style and goes towards the bedroom "I've been waiting to do this. So I'm sorry if I'm a bit rough"

He lays you on the bed and gets on top of you, caging you with his arms. You smirk at him "I wouldn't mind if you were"

He would never admit it, but he has a massive breeding kink and he's a little too excited. He thrusts were fast,deep, and aggressive, but his words and kisses were gentle and soft.He fucked you in a mating press. Your legs were over his shoulders and his hands gripped harshly on the headboard of the bed, which would hit against the wall repeatedly making a loud thudding noise.

His hips made a clapping sound everytime they connected to yours and both of your moans were filling the room as well.You've never felt him so deep inside you, but it felt so good that you weren't complaining. "So deep~ Nakajima~! It feels so good~" you moaned

"Ah~! You feel amazing, y/n~ your so beautiful~" he responded while moaning

He couldn't stop thinking about his cum being inside of you and the more he thought the more desperate he was. His grip on the headboard was stronger and eventually it broke. You were in shock and gasped a moan, but he brought your attention back to him when he kissed your lips full of lust.

You didn't know it was even possible, but you felt him get bigger inside you. He couldn't get enough of how your walls stroked his cock. He pulled away from the kiss to look down to where your connected

"I- mmn~! I'm going to cum~ y-yes~! Ah~ so good~ can't stop~!" He whimpers

"Y-yes~ cum as deep as you can, love~ im going to cum too~!"

If it was even possible, he went at a more animalistic pace. His cock hit all the rights spots and you both felt eachother twitch from the sensation. With his hands, he brought your hips as close at he can to his own, to shoot his cum deep inside you. He was so deep, you could see a bulge on your stomach.

He finished with a loud whimper. His whole body trembling aggressively from his orgasm and you came right after him, moaning his name loudly with your legs trembling.

You were both trying to catch your breaths and calm from your high's. Your minds clouded and fogged up from the euphoric experience and when you got out of cloud 9, he kissed your lips gently.

His grip on the sheets relaxed and he then noticed that he left holes on them from how aggressive he was being. "I- I'm sorry if I got carried away" he tiredly apologized

You smiled kindly at him "I found it a big turn on if I'm being honest"

He blushes and looks down, seeing that he's still inside you. He looks at you again with embarrassment and red cheeks "i...want to...fill you up more...please"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You and Chuuya have surprisingly never talked about starting a family or even talked about kids. You've talked about how annoying they could be, but whenever you've been with a baby or children, you've thought about having one with Chuuya.

After he came back to your shared apartment, he was putting his hat and jacket onto the coat hanger as you leaned against the wall. He looks at you with a smile, but can tell something is on your mind

"Hey Princess, Is something wrong?" Concerned was heard in his voice

"I- I just have something I've been wanting to say" you fidget by swaying your feet slightly

"Well I'm all ears.. your making me nervous"

You looked at him with embarrassment and took a deep breath "I want a baby with you"

His eyes widen "You...what?"

He keeps staring at you making you feel more stupid and embarrassed "Uh- if you don't think it's a good idea then say it and stop staring at me like I'm crazy!" You look away

He stammers "Wha- no that's not it at all! it's just- I wasn't expecting that"

You sheepishly look back at him "Do you..ever want to start a family with me?"

He calms down a bit "Well I wasn't against the idea..but how do I know that I'm ready to be a dad?"

You walk up to him to look him in the eyes softly "All I know is that we can learn together how to raise our child" you smile

He sighs "If we were to have a kid they will be a target, since I'm an executive of the Port Mafia. Do you really think that would be ok?"

He gives a valid point, but you've been thinking about that too. You respond "Plenty of people from the mafia have at least some family and plus, do you really think I'm that weak? Much less that both of us can't protect our own kid?"

He widens his eyes slightly "T-that's not what I- " he takes a deep breath and thinks "Your right, We're more than strong enough to protect our own kid. So if anybody even tries to hurt them I'm going to kill them"

You giggle as he kissed your nose and holds you by the waist. He then starts to blush"And I'd be lying if I said I never thought of you one day carrying my kid and starting a family with you. It's something I want to experience with you and only you"

You smile warmly as you poke his cheek "You are so cute when you blush, Chuuya~" you said teasingly

He grumbles softly "Shut your trap" You then starts to attack his face with kisses "H-hey! Get off of me" you laugh as he blushes more.

You pull away and you smile "Your so needy" he whispers before he drags you to the bedroom and throws you on the bed.

He smirks "Just lay still while I impregnate you"

Couple minutes went by and Chuuya was on top of you ramming his dick inside you deep. Your wet walls clenched around him more than usual making him moan and grip on your hips tighter

"God- fucking S-shit~ mmn~ why you squeezing me so tightly, doll? Ah~ you desperate for my cum?"

You look away embarrassed while moaning. You only responded by dipping your nails into his shoulders and pulling his hair, earning a low groan from him

He chuckles "I think someone has a breeding kink~ agh~! Why am I not surprised? Mmn~! You do always beg for my cum inside you"

He leans down and kisses your lips gently. His pace changing into soft and sensual "Your so beautiful ngh~ God, I love you so much. You don't- mmn~ understand" he moans

You smile "I love you too, Chuuya"

He kisses you again and gradually increases his pace into a sloppy, desperate pace. His cock twitched and slowly got bigger as he felt his orgasm come

He pulls away while panting "So good~ i-im cumming~!"

You moan his name as he thrusts deeper into you and he begins to whimper the sensation was too good and he always loved shooting his cum inside you. With one last thrust he came inside you, feeling his hot semen coat your walls as you came with him. Both of you hugging eachother while being in pure bliss

You were both heavily breathing until he kisses you forehead and cheek "You better be careful for these next 9 months. You can't go anywhere alone or do anything reckless"

You scoff "Babe, your over reacting and we don't know if Im pregnant right now-"

"You know what I mean and If you ask me I'm under reacting" he cuts you off before kissing your lips gently

You both stare into eachother eyes lovingly. He slowly smiles genuinely "I'm happy that we're going to start a family together"

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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Jade: *holding Little MC*

MC's child self: *wearing a mini-version of Octavinelle's uniform*

Azul: ...

Azul: I failed to realize that we should be selling child's wear.

Floyd: And have Little Shrimpy as our model~.

Jade: Indeed. They will look absolutely adorable on every outfit we're going to give them.

MC: ...

MC: I came here to Octavinelle just so I won't be seeing people acting like dads to my younger self, but what the actual hell—

Floyd: Shrimpy, didn't you say that your dad was busy and he didn't have enough time to play with you when you were younger?

MC: Yes...?

Floyd: Just treat it as us completing your childhood. Hehe~.

MC: ...

MC: *sigh*

Floyd: Where's Shrimpy?

Jade: They left; mentioned something about buying shoes for their younger self.

Floyd: Ah... So, is Little Shrimpy still here?

Jade: Yes. They're with Azul right now.

Azul: Little Prefect, kindly arrange these papers neatly.

MC's child self: *nods*

Azul: *gives them a pile* Sort them out according to color. I assume you know your colors already.

MC's child self: *nods*

Azul: *smiles* Alright.

MC's child self: *walks to the sofa and starts sorting them out*

*after 30 minutes*

Azul: *glances on them*

MC's child self: *still going at it*

Azul: Hm... Kids normally have short attention span.

Azul: Hm?

MC's child self: *singing to themselves; not too loud but still can be heard*

MC's child self:

Apple red, apple green

Painted apple blue

Apple white, apple black

One is raw, one is dry,

No more apples for the pie 🎶

Azul: *trying to maintain a serious face* *ends up squeaking*

MC's child self: ...?

Azul: *sharing the story to the other housewardens*

The housewardens: ...

Vil: How dare you.

Riddle: Yes. How dare you.

Kalim: I want to hear them sing too...

Idia: I expected that Azul would record it at least and you did absolute nothing.

Azul: I did something.

Azul: Enjoying every bit of it. *smiles*

Leona: This is why we cook octopus.

Malleus: ...

Malleus: This is unfair...

Azul: Hm?

*loud sound of thunder*

Malleus: What have you done in life to receive such a blessing, Ashengrotto?

Azul: *lowkey nervous* I don't know, Malleus-senpai. But I'm indeed lucky for sure.

MC: ...

MC: Unlimited supply of apples?

Jade: Yes. And in different colors.

MC: ...

MC: Huh?

MC's child self: A purple apple.

Floyd: Yes. You like it?

MC's child self: *nods* *genuine happy smile*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst mc's child self #azul #twst jade #twst floyd #twst housewardens

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gussypatatasfritas · 4 months

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So, she keeps flirting with your husband as if you weren't there. You married a handsome man, your mistake....

"Look, isn't this beautiful?" she says, completely excited, leaning towards your husband until her cleavage shows.

You're completely used to girls like her, so you just look at the other decorations, while your husband follows you like a little puppy and occasionally responds to the interior designer they hired for their new home.

"Yes, do you like it, my love?" he seeks your gaze and you nod with a smile.

You step away from them to look at the precious paintings hanging, maybe one for your husband's study.

You know he doesn't like to work in places that don't look comfortable.

Then you turn around and there she is again, hanging onto your husband's arm.

A tic forms in your eye, but if you were too jealous, you wouldn't be married to him.

He quickly moves her aside and moves on to join you again.

"Do you like it?" you ask, looking at the paintings. He hugs you around the waist and you hear his warm breath on your neck.

"I adore it. Should we buy everything and go home?" he suggests, giving small kisses on the curve of your neck. You laugh softly and shake your head.

"No, I want our house to look beautiful, so let's do this." you turn around and rest your hands on his chest, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt a bit.

"OH, LOOK AT THOSE CANDELABRAS." you say, completely excited.

You run to where those discreet and cozy candelabras are.

You're going to put one in each room; your house is big, perfect for several points of light.

Your husband said, "Budget? Unlimited," so why not?

You hear her annoying voice calling your husband again. You take a quick glance and they are both being approached by a store employee.

You approach slowly trying to figure out what's going on.

"Wouldn't your wife like it?" the employee says kindly, looking at the interior designer standing next to your husband.

"Would you like it? She says we can take everything we buy home today." your husband leaves the designer and approaches you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought... Never mind..." the employee says, putting her hand on her stomach.

It seems she's upset about the mistake.

"It's okay, I would love to. Can you go?" you address your husband and let him go with the employee, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Your husband gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves, leaving you alone with the woman.

"Listen to me, I've dealt with women like you since I met him. It's unpleasant the way you degrade yourself for a little of his attention, and if you want to keep working on decorating the house I share with my husband, stop." you explain, looking at the small blue cups with golden details.

"I'm sorry." she mumbles embarrassed.

You turn to look at her and smile before returning to your husband.

He welcomes you into his arms and kisses your cheek. Maybe they're being too clingy today, but you don't mind.

They're newlyweds, and you love having him all to yourself....

BOKUTO, OIKAWA, GOJ O, geto, kuroo

#oikawa x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #haikyuu #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #haikyuu x reader #geto x reader #anime #jjk geto #jjk #jjk x reader #kuroo x reader

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misseviehyde · 6 months

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THE RILEY EXPERIMENT

(Based on ip that Mana Omega kindly has allowed me to use.)

Riley Green wished his Dad had never remarried. It wasn't that he disliked his step-mom Rachel Grey, it was her bitchy daughter Riley that made his life feel like hell. Thanks to the marriage, they were now two teens exactly the same age, in the same class at school and now even living together in the same house.

But despite those superficial similarities, they couldn't be two more different people.

Firstly; it was incredibly annoying having the same name as your step-sister. Packages were constantly arriving at the house for the female Riley and if male Riley forgot to check the label properly, he'd often find himself holding a bra or a sexy tight fitting bodystocking from Shein or Pretty Little Thing.

Much to his embarrassment, Riley had found himself keeping one of the bras. It was a 34D leopard skin print bra. He would sometimes jerk off whilst wearing it; not really sure why he found the thought of having Riley's big tits on his chest such a fucking turn on; but doing it anyway. He was definitely NOT gay, but there was something going on there that made him hard. He knew it was wrong to steal underwear, but somehow it just felt so good. Riley never commented on the bra going missing, maybe she thought it had gotten lost in the post.

After all, she wasn't very careful with money. Riley seemed to have a unlimited spend amount on her credit-card and was constantly buying new clothes to keep up with the popular girl fashions. She was basically a spoiled brat. If Mommy wouldn't buy it for her, she'd usually find some guy to give her what she wanted.

Riley was into social media and seemed to spend more time building up followers on Insta or Tiktok then doing anything useful with her life. Riley didn't think his step-sister was shallow, he knew she was. She seemed to date a new guy every week and as far as Riley could tell she was definitely sexually active. Sometimes he'd hear... noises from her room. Noises that made him really horny.

One night he'd heard a sexy low buzzing from her room. He'd lain propped up against the wall, his stolen bra stuffed with socks as he listened to his step-sister groan and moan and he jerked his cock to the sounds of her pleasure. She was obviously using a vibrator or magic wand and he wondered if one of the packages that had passed through his hands had actually been a sex-toy. It made him wish he had accidentally opened THAT package.

"Ohhhh fuck yeahhhh I'm soooo fucking wet, mmmmmmhhhh..."

He had cum so hard that night.

The thought of what he might do with a dildo or butt-plug made him blush. No... he was definitely straight, these were just some weird ideas he was sometimes having. It was all the fault of having such a slutty step-sister.

Indeed, the main problem with living with her was that Riley was so fucking hot. She had a big round bubble-butt, large firm breasts and a gorgeous face. She looked good in everything and she had the spoiled, knowing, mean girl bimbo look that made boys weak. She always wore the sexiest outfits, had long sexy nails and was the purist vision of toxic femininity possible. She loved to tease Riley, manipulate and use him. She seemed to get off on the power she had over him.

In fact - in order to differentiate between them, Riley had popularised the use of his hated nickname Ry. Now nearly everyone called him Ry and it sucked.

The two of them couldn't be more unalike. Riley was popular, hot, pretty and sexually confident - Ry was dorky, nervous, unconfident and a virgin.

About the only advantage Ry had over Riley was that he was smart. A lot smarter. In fact he was a bit of a genius. Riley had used that to her advantage though, swiftly learning that now they shared a house it was pretty easy to copy Ry's homework and manipulate him into helping her grades improve.

"Ohhh you're such a good step-brother," she'd purr as she got another A- on a paper. "Hey, did I mention I have some new social media photos I'd like you to 'examine' for me. Let me air-drop them to your phone.'

Riley had learned that if she provided images of herself, her step-brother would do whatever she wanted. He was addicted to her beauty and femininity - whilst she found his intelligence useful.

Getting her brother to cheat for her had paid dividends. In fact Riley's grades had improved SO much as a result of her using her step-brother, her Mom had promised she could go to a music festival with her slutty friends, provided she passed the final test.

The final test.

There would be no way to cheat on that. Riley's frustrations were evident. Her Step-Bro couldn't exactly sit the test for her and she wasn't smart enough to pass without cheating.

"Listen babe, you need to find a way to help me pass that test. I need to go to that music festival with my girlies. Find a way to make me smarter or something. Just imagine how hot I'll look in all the pictures I can send you."

Ry scratched his head. What was he supposed to do? You couldn't exactly make another person... smarter in under a week, could you?

Hmmmm, that jogged a strange memory. About a year ago, Ry had been following an interesting online science blog from a girl in another town. Laura Sims was another science prodigy (who he'd actually had a bit of a crush on). One day she'd just stopped posting, but he remembered her putting up some interesting ideas for a hi tech Crispr solution. The idea was the solution would eradicate genetic weaknesses in whoever drank it by taking the strengths from someone else's DNA.

It took a bit of searching - strangely Laura Sims no longer seemed to have much of an online presence. He found some information for a Laura Richie - some bitch from the same town who appeared to be living a life of decadence - but eventually succeeded in using the internet archives to find the page instead.

Laura had luckily uploaded her formula, hoping to 'open source' test it. He wondered why she'd taken everything down?

It didn't take long to create the formula. The advice from Laura was to try it before bed to give it time to activate. The main changes would come the day after. Riley looked on doubtfully as Ry took one of his head hairs and put it into the liquid. He gave it to her to drink. "This will give you my intelligence and smarts."

"Okay - if you're sure. I'll try anything to get to that festival."

Riley drank. "Ughhh, it tastes sour. Okay, let's hope this works. I'll go and start revising - maybe I'll get some early gains."

She left the room. As she did so, Ry noticed one of her long sexy head hairs had come free and was just lying there on the table. A terrible temptation overcame him. What if? What if he used the solution too? It wouldn't make him smart, but maybe it would make him more attractive and confident.

Feeling a little guilty, he dissolved the hair and drank the solution. It tasted sweet and his skin tingled, but nothing else seemed to happen. Weird... Riley had said it was sour.

Inside their bodies, the Crispr solution went to work. Riley's female DNA rushed through Ry's body, overwriting his cells. There was no melding here - no balancing. Riley's bitchy DNA was taking control and spreading like a wild-fire through his body.

Meanwhile Riley was also having her female cells consumed slowly and methodically by Ry's. The virus was even spreading to her brain, dendrites and synapses rewiring and altering to make her think like he did.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. The changes would soon be on their way

***

DAY ONE:

Waking up groggily, Riley had to admit she didn't feel great. Her whole body felt sluggish and weak, like she had a really bad cold. Walking to the mirror she despaired to see that her usually flawless skin seemed a bit blotchy and riddled with acne, similar to her dorky step-bros. What the hell was his stupid formula doing to her?

Looking down she blushed. Her tits seemed obscenely large on her chest. She couldn't believe she usually allowed herself to walk around flaunting them like this. It didn't normally bother her, but now for some reason it did. She searched through her wardobe and finding a hoody, slid it on.

Her eyes seemed to be struggling. Maybe it was the light in here? Switching on the lights she tiredly walked to her makeup vanity and paused. Makeup? What was the point of makeup? She was only going to study for a test today.

Ignoring her usual cleansing routines and preparations, Riley took down the large Maths text-book she was supposed to be studying and opened it up. It was only twenty minutes later, that she realised she had become engrossed in the book without even realising it.

Her usually flippant mind that jumped from subject to subject seemed sharper and more focused. Sitting down at her desk, she began to study in earnest.

***

Ry opened his eyes and slid easily out of bed. He was usually a night person, so to find not only that he had slept well, but that he didn't feel tired of fatigued was a revelation to him.

He actually felt fucking great this morning. The Crispr solution seemed to be working. Walking to the mirror, Ry grinned in satisfaction. His usually bad skin was clearer and ever so slightly tanned. He had a healthy glow for the first time in years.

In fact his whole body seemed more toned with a healthier shape. He hadn't put any muscle on as far as he could see, but proportionally, everything seemed 'better'. The only downsides were a strange itching and puffiness on his chest and a few other weird changes.

His ass seemed fatter and slightly bigger. His hair seemed to have increased in length and volume. It gave him a rather... feminine... shape. He ignored the strange thrill of delight that brought him.

"It's early days for these changes yet. I just need to give it more time. I'll probably fill out and look more manly in the next stage. Probably to be expected I'd mirror a few of Riley's assets."

He wondered how Riley was getting on...

***

"Amazing," giggled Riley in satisfaction. Her mind was definitely getting faster. The hot sweats had started again earlier and she was having even more difficulty seeing, but it didn't matter to her anymore because the knowledge she was experiencing was so captivating.

She rubbed at her chest. Her boobs were really aching. For some reason her bra didn't seem to fit... it kept dropping down loose. She knew that cup sizes did change, she'd alternated between a 32 and 34 bust for years - but this felt different.

Her boobs seemed noticeably smaller. She'd always been proud of her big bust, her massive tits. Now she felt smaller and weaker without them. Strangely her clit seemed engorged today though. She'd had to stop doing her studying a few times to rub at the stiff little nub between her legs. If she'd had a more active imagination she'd say it seemed to be growing... almost like a tiny little cock.

But that would be crazy... right?

***

Ry rubbed at his chest. There was definitely something there and it was growing at a faster rate now. Sweat dripped from his body and he could almost hear his bones cracking and shifting within his body. It felt... pleasurable and strangely addictive. A desire for more transformation and a faster change rose within him. It felt like something good was happening to him. He wanted more of it.

Ry felt feverish and knew that the Crispr solution was spreading through his body like a virus. It had now reached critical mass and the changes were accelerating. Riley's DNA should be merging with his own, but it didn't feel like that. Something was wrong... or was it... right?

His skin felt softer, his hips seemed to have pushed out wider. The lumps on his chest definitely felt like breasts and his hair had doubled in length again.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkk," he groaned as another series of pops and cracks within his body sent him into spasms of pleasure. "Uggggh, what's happening to me?"

His pushed his chest out and grunted... the bumps on his chest got even bigger.

***

"I can't fucking see," groaned Riley as she reached up to her face. Her vision was totally blurry now. Her body felt wrecked and strangely weak. She looked down. Her chest was smaller now... her once large D cup tits now barely a B cup.

Staggering to her mirror, Riley saw her hair looked shorter. Her skin was paler and her soft feminine features seemed a little more boyish. Her swollen clit had formed a little bulge in her leggings. She could almost imagine a pair of balls were growing underneath it and her pussy sealing up, but that would be crazy!

Riley massaged her throat. Her voice was croaky and there was a strange lump in her throat that she had never noticed before. She'd been told boys had them... Adam's apples they were called.

Sweat dripped down her body. She rubbed at her armpits. They needed shaving again, which was weird because she'd only waxed them a few days ago.

"What the fuck is this solution doing to me?" she groaned. "No increase in intelligence is worth this. I have to find Ry!"

She staggered to the hallway, then out into the living room. Her vision was swimming, she was nearly blind now. Everything ached and her breasts felt even smaller. Her head hurt... she just needed to...

With a groan Riley sank onto a sofa and passed out.

***

Ry groaned as his face burned and his back ached. His hands went to his chest, there were now two big rounded mounds there just like the ones he had always imagined owning when he wore his sisters bra. Sweat was pouring off him and his vision was all blurry. He reached up and tore off his glasses. Strange, but now he could see again.

His voice seemed croaky, his neck sore. His face felt different, the features more delicate. Long hair tickled his neck. "I fucked up somehow," he groaned. "The Crispr is making me INTO Riley. I have to find her and warn her."

Staggering out of the room, dizzy and sick - he staggered into the living room. A figure was passed out on one of the couches. He tried to approach, but instead his legs began to give way. With a groan, Ry staggered to the other couch and collapsed.

Darkness took him and then the strangest dreams he'd ever had.

Meanwhile Riley's DNA continued to consume his own and change his body... the physical changes were now nearly complete...

***

DAY TWO:

Ry awoke and for a second didn't know where he was.

The room smelled different. It smelt of sexy perfume. The sheets around him were pink and girly. Riley's clothes hung on racks around the room, plushies and cushions covered every surface.

He was naked in the bed.

A post it note lay on the table by the bed.

"Morning baby, me and your step-daddy found you and your brother passed out in the lounge. Were you partying last night? We put you both to bed in the right rooms and I undressed you. Were those your brothers clothes you were wearing? What were you doing? Lol Mom. XXX"

Pulling back the sheets, Ry saw his body had completely changed. He was no longer feverish, and the big wobbling tits on his chest were definitely real. His skin was healthy and lightly tanned, he had no body hair except for a tiny strip just above his... pussy?

Reaching down, Ry gasped at the sensation of his new vagina. He snatched his hand back in shock, although the urge to put it back there swiftly returned. Sliding out of the bed, he landed onto small perfect feet, then padding quietly across the room, he reached the mirror and stared in wonder.

Riley looked back at him. Well almost. He didn't have Riley's tattoos or her ear, nose or navel piercings. He didn't have any makeup on and his hair was a mess. His fingers and toes were unmanicured... but other than that... he looked just like her.

"Holy shit," he said in her voice.

The resemblance was so perfect, that last night her own Mother hadn't recognised that he was not really her girl. Riley's DNA had changed him into her. That probably meant in the other bedroom, Riley was now waking up as a physical copy of him.

And yet it wasn't just the physical changes. Something profound had happened to his mind, to his very soul.

The Crispr virus had infiltrated every cell of Ry's body, including his brain. He had been rewired and altered. He felt a new natural confidence, sexual assurance and a strong desire to monopolise on this situation. His personality was now more like Riley's than ever before. Even in his darkest dreams he could never have imagined being such a fucking bitch.

"Yesssss, I've always wanted to be Riley," he said in a slightly evil voice. "Mmmmh, I think I knew what that Crispr virus was going to do to us... but I did it anyway. I did it because I wanted to steal her life. I want to be Riley Grey... not Riley Green."

"And now that I used the Crispr," he purred allowing this delicious new persona to take control, "I am. Even Mommy thinks that I am. I am fucking Riley Grey and I want it ALL."

A wicked grin appeared on his face and he allowed his body language to relax. How did hot girls stand... ahhh yes, like this.

"These big tits are mine, mmmmh and this perfect ass. I've been remade in your image," he laughed. "A couple of trips to the hairdressers and the tattoo artists to get inked up and pierced... and no one would ever know the difference between us. This is my chance to assume your life and become the new you. I'm not going to waste it."

Riley smiled as she began looking for some clothes to wear. She just had to make 'Ry' understand that it was best to go along with what she wanted. The switch in pronouns was so easy to make... it suited her like a glove.

She was a woman now, she had all the equipment and soon no one would ever know she had ever been her dorky step-brother...

She just had to manipulate him the correct way.

***

Riley awoke feeling like death. Her vision was still blurry and she felt weak and wiped out.

"Here, put these on," said a familiar voice and her vision swam back into focus as a pair of glasses slid onto her face. "Don't panic. It's me, your step-brother. Honestly, I didn't plan for this to happen. The Crispr has gone wrong... I tried it too using one of your hairs. I'm afraid we've become copies of each other."

Riley gasped as she saw herself sitting on the end of the bed. Her hair was a fucking mess and she needed some makeup, but other than that it was definitely her.

Pulling back the sheets, she groaned in a very masculine sounding voice. Her body was now entirely masculine, a small cock and a pair of balls between her legs. Her boobs were gone and her flabby white body was that of a nerdy dork.

"Oh no, we have to fix this."

"I know," said her doppleganger, "but there's a big problem. We're changing mentally as well as physically. I'm not smart enough to make the Crispr anymore so I need you help to make a new batch, then we can try to reverse these changes. "

"But I don't know how to do it either," she complained.

"I'm sure you'll find a way," purred her twin. "I'll give you the notes I made and hopefully you can decode them. In the meantime we need to act like each other so no one gets suspicious. We'll have to dress like we normally would, you'll have to hide those tattoos and those piercings. I don't know how long we might be stuck like this. I guess it could be weeks!"

***

DAY THIRTY

It had been a month.

Riley and Riley were becoming more and more like each other by the day.

Ry, as he was now known, had still not figured out how to make the Crispr. Probably because before she had given him the notes - the new Riley had made sure to delete certain important elements from the research.

Genuinely she wasn't smart enough anymore to remember or understand what she had removed - just that it had been enough to stop him. Hopefully that would be enough.

Riley didn't want a way back. She wanted to go deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole of femininity. In the last month she had discovered that being a hot, popular, girl was pretty much as amazing as she had dreamed it would be.

First of all there was the makeup and the clothes. They all made her look and feel incredible. If that wasn't enough, there was the enjoyment of sex.

Remembering that buzzing she'd heard all that time ago, Riley had uncovered the sex-toy collection. The first time she'd pushed a magic wand against her clit and felt it throb and vibrate, she'd known she was now a female sex addict.

It hadn't taken long to move from toys to the real thing... boys. There were plenty of guys wanting to fuck a hot slut like her, and after a couple of introductory sessions with some of Riley's ex-lovers - the new Riley had really picked up the pace.

There was nothing quite like bouncing on some hard cock and cumming all over it as a girl. It was such a good feeling.

If that wasn't enough, there was the social life. Riley loved being the centre of attention now... going to parties, having fun, everyone wanting to be her friend. She found the company of other hot girls intoxicating. To be part of the squad was like a dream come true.

Riley understood now she'd always harboured these desires. She'd always wanted to be like her step-sister and the Crispr had provided a way.

Of course, that meant that the new Ry probably now harboured her old desires... to cross dress and be a girl. They had probably only been heightened by the loss of his actual femininity.

Riley wondered if she could use that against him...

She wondered just how far it was possible to gaslight her new step-brother...

***

DAY 60

"Babe. What the fuck are you actually talking about? What Crispr research, I didn't delete anything from your hard-drive."

Ry stared at his sister in astonishment. Over the last few months he'd come to think of himself as male - it was somehow easier that way. His memories of being Riley were a confusing mess, sometimes it didn't even feel real. That was why it was now so confusing when Riley actually suggested it wasn't.

Over the last few days she'd been acting increasingly difficult. She kept giving him blank looks when he mentioned getting their bodies back and she had been dropping hints in from of him that he might be losing his mind.

"Listen Ry, I know you have this weird fetish for dressing up in my clothes... I found one of my bras in your room."

"Wh? WHAT? Well, those ARE my clothes," he growled angrily. "Before we swapped, those were ALL my clothes."

"Swapped, what the hell are you taking about? You keep going on about this weird dream fantasy of yours. Are you really suggesting that two months ago we both drank a formula that altered our DNA and turned us into each other. Don't you think that sounds kinda crazy?"

"It's not crazy... and when I find the research, I'll prove it to you!"

Riley watched him go with an evil smile on her perfect lips.

***

DAY 260

Riley sighed as her annoying step-bro peeked through her door. He was such a fucking pervert and always hanging around. He was easy to convince though. Sometimes she had trouble remembering her own lies now - manipulating him was getting easier by the day.

"Hey loser, get out of here. I told you I'm about to stream and I don't want you watching me."

"But Riley, I think I found something. A blog about this girl called Laura Sims, the same thing happened to her... I think."

"What thing?"

"You know, the Crispr solution... the DNA exchange. The personality and memory changes."

"Listen Ry, I already told you I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Worse than that, I think it's time you admitted the truth. Do you really think a pathetic little loser like you could ever have been a beautiful gorgeous woman like me? Does it seem possible? Of course not. You're a boy and you've always been a boy."

"I have? What about these weird scars I have. They could be from tattoo removal right? Maybe I once had the same tattoos as you?"

"You know you got those in a fire right? Are you really suggesting that once you were me. That you had these tattoos and these piercings? That you and me somehow swapped lives and then I gaslit you into believing you had always been a boy?"

"I know it sounds crazy but..."

"It does sound crazy. Would it even matter? Would anyone believe you? I think you'll be happier if you just accept things are this way now, whatever you believe."

Sliding her hand onto his crotch, Riley grinned as she saw her step-brothers expression go soft.

"Mmmmh, why don't we stroke this little cock of yours to make it feel all better. Hmmmm?"

Ry groaned as his step-sister expertly jerked him off till he groaned and came. He watched her hot manicured hands slowly pump him up and down, draining his cock and all resistance out of him.

"There now. Feel better?"

"Yessss," he groaned.

"Good boy. Now get out of here. Go and goon in your room or something."

***

Listening to her step-brother grunting next door as he jerked off wearing her bra, Riley Grey played with her pussy and looked at herself in the mirror. Damn she was perfect. She was beautiful and sexy and hot. She loved being a girl.

She didn't even miss her old boy smarts. Who needed brains when you looked this good? Then again, she'd been doing a little research lately. She and Laura Richie had made contact and she had been intrigued by what she had found out.

She'd found out from the other girl that there was a second serum... one designed to improve the effects of the first. One that would make her a Goddess.

Maybe it was time to begin another new experiment...

THE END?

#evie hyde #m2f transformation #m2f corruption #Crispr Solution #popular bitch #bitchification #gaslighting

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Could we get Donna and YN expecting a baby but being thrown off by having twins/triplets/however many are possible? They try to handle two bundles of joy and chaos in three separate packages(can’t forget Angie as their partner in crime)?

Yessss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Two better than one

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff,

Word count: 6,056

Summary: You are going to have two surprises...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Good morning,” you hummed as you went out the elevator.

Your step was slow and careful and the heaviness in your head was almost unbearable. Still, you couldn't stay in bed all day. You didn't want to feel useless.

Your life didn't know what love was, it only knew about work: work, pray, rest, repeat.

That was the silent sentence you paid for being born in that village. You, willing to resign yourself, fulfilled your obligations as a good villager, faithful to Mother Miranda and the Black Gods. But, of course, that was just a facade.

You hated everything related to the priestess, you had an irrational grudge against the Lords; they were to blame for your almost eternal stay in that place. Once again, interrupting your quiet routine, everything changed.

Donna Beneviento, a dark, mysterious, sick, dangerous woman, was the youngest of the four Lords, someone you wouldn't even notice in Miranda's sermons. Chance was cruel to you, making you coincide more and more, until you couldn't stop doing it.

Falling in love with a Lord? It sounded terrible, but it was inevitable.

Love was reciprocated, that romantic adventure you never thought you would have, opened before your eyes like a bright door, like a small escape of light in a world of darkness.

Maybe Donna was just as they said, but you loved her and no, in no way could you think that she was something like a monster, quite the opposite. Self-conscious about her body, about her scar, that kind of mourning hermit began to be essential in your life, and you in hers.

After a couple of years of unlimited romance, of eternal whispers of love, kisses, caresses, thanks for existing, again, causality acted, but you didn't know if in your favor, or against you.

When the test result explained the symptoms that had been plaguing you for weeks, the reactions were very different: fear, panic, guilt, resentment towards Donna for not having been more careful... It was a whirlwind of emotions, a whirlwind around your pregnancy.

But, little by little, you began to accept this divine gift for what it was, one more step in the new life you had begun, a reminder that you would never, ever again walk in darkness.

Three months later, your belly grew and the symptoms got worse. No, Donna was definitely not a monster. She always took care of you, of your baby…

“Hi, tesoro, how did you sleep?” the lady in black asked, coming towards you, kissing you quickly on the lips and placing a hand on your swollen belly.

“Did I sleep?” you asked amused, stealing another kiss from her, delighting you with her shy smile and her tender eye looking at your belly.

Donna laughed again, shaking her head, guiding you with her hand in yours, towards the dining table.

“I suppose you are hungry,” she whispered kindly, helping you to sit on the chair.

You nodded with an amused look, throwing yourself towards a croissant that was patiently waiting to be devoured.

“We are very hungry,” you said with that same joking tone, caressing your belly and making yourself as comfortable as you could.

Donna laughed again, sitting in front of you, looking at you as if at some point she might forget your appearance, and needed to memorize it inch by inch.

“Hello, stupid, stupid!” an unpleasant scream penetrated your ears, making you shift uncomfortably with a grimace of disgust. “Has it been born yet?”

Of course, the Angie doll was another test to put your patience to the limit. You knew that Donna couldn't live without her. Sadly, putting up with the doll's offensive comments and yearnings was something you had already agreed to do a long time ago.

“Obvious it hasn’t, Angie,” you said, shaking your head, avoiding looking at the puppet, who harassed you as usual. “Are you going to keep asking every single day?”

“Yes, yes, until it's born,” the doll answered, crossing her arms.

Donna didn't say anything. She was simply attentive to the conversation, in case she had to intervene at some point.

“What a torture…” you sighed, arching your eyebrows, winking at the brunette, who kept that tender smile.

“Torture of mine, stupid, you don't let me sleep,” Angie protested, dangerously raising the tone of her irritating voice.

“Don’t I? Poor porcelain doll that can't sleep…” you joked, earning a grunt of protest from the puppet and a soft laugh from its owner.

“Stop eating, you're going to explode,” Angie hissed, with a hurtful tone you had already become used to.

“Basta, Angie, leave her alone,” Donna intervened, gesturing for the doll to stop resting its wooden hands on your legs.

You sighed in relief.

“I need to eat for two people, you damn sinister puppet,” you whispered, drawing the attention of the doll, who suddenly turned around.

“(Y/N), don't play along,” Donna told you, sighing, predicting another argument between you and the doll, a funny one, of course.

“For two? I'd say twenty, have you looked yourself in the mirror?” the doll mocked, pointing at you unpleasantly.

“Have you looked at yourself?” you counterattacked.

Donna closed her eye, taking a deep breath and rubbing it with her hand.

“Enough… Per favore…” she murmured, tired of your constant fights. “Go away, Angie.”

With a gesture from the doll maker, the puppet changed its attitude drastically, disappearing from your sight, thankfully.

“Hey, I was winning,” you protested jokingly, dipping another croissant into a glass of milk.

Donna looked at you and shook her head, unable to avoid a half smile, which faded when she looked down at your body.

“You shouldn't get upset, it's not good for the baby,” she said in a distracted whisper, frowning and getting up from the chair, walking slowly towards you.

You smiled comically with your mouth full and also raised your eyebrows, puzzled by the lady's behavior, which seemed erratic.

She crouched down next to you, putting a hand on your belly as usual, but in a slightly different way, she seemed focused on something. You looked at her curiously from above.

“Donna, what are you doing?” you asked amused, abruptly diverting her from her thoughts and helping her to get up again.

“Nothing, I… It’s just that…” she murmured, fixing her hair, without taking her eyes off your belly. “Don’t take it the wrong way but… Angie is right.”

You opened your eyes in surprise, blinking repeatedly, pretending disbelief.

“That’s new,” you whispered confused, moving the chair so you could see her better. Donna stood there, thoughtful. “Let’s see, let’s see… What exactly is she right about?”

“Your, your belly… Well, it’s, it’s bigger than I thought…” she said to herself, with her gaze focused on your body.

You looked down and frowned, canceling your search for another croissant.

“Of course it's bigger, I'm pregnant with you, Donna, don't you remember?” you joked with a childish voice.

She laughed and shook her head, rubbing her eye with her hands again.

“I don't mean that, (Y/N),” she said in a serious voice, one that put you on alert.

“Oh, you're saying I’m fat then,” you said, with a sad look.

“No, darling, of course I’m not, but…” Donna answered immediately.

You crossed your arms, kicking the ground impatiently.

“But…” you said, gesturing to the brunette to let her worries go, something she still had a hard time with.

“I just don't, I don't know why you don't let Miranda take a look at you,” she finally said, making extravagant gestures with her hands.

You rolled your eyes and sighed unpleasantly.

“We've already talked about that,” you said with disinterest, taking a sip of milk.

Donna looked at you, searching for the right words.

“What if the baby has a problem?” she asked, with a worried look, eternally worried about her child inheriting some of her problems, or deformities.

“What if you had come out in time?” you answered in a scathing, but unfair way, causing the brunette's face to relax and become one of guilt and sadness. Regretful, you reached out your hand to take hers. “I'm sorry, Donna, I didn't mean that.”

“It's not important,” she answered, with a fake smile. You sighed, without letting her hand go. “I’m worried, (Y/N), I don't want... Something to go wrong.”

“I know, and nothing will go wrong, you'll see,” you said in a comforting tone.

Donna looked at you and shook her head, kneeling in front of you, quickly kissing your belly and looking into your eyes with a pleading face.

“Please, amore mio, let Miranda check you, please… Do it for me, for the baby…” she asked you elegantly, with that melodic tone that drove you crazy. You looked away so as not to succumb to her charms.

“I'm sorry, I don't trust her,” you whispered, with a cocky pose, annoyed by the changes in your body.

“Please…” Donna repeated, without stopping caressing you, kneeling on the floor.

You looked at her out of the corner of your eye and moved your head away, letting out an angry sigh.

“No, Donna, and when I say no, I mean no.”

Three hours later…

“Well, well, (Y/N), you took a long time to come,” the witch, Mother Miranda, commented when, finally, Donna convinced you to let her check you.

You smiled fakely as the brunette helped you get on the stretcher.

“How is everything going? Any human sacrifice worth mentioning?” you mocked as the priestess examined you, lifting your blouse and placing that cold device on your belly.

An ironic laugh came out of her lips, a sinister one.

“(Y/N)…” Donna scolded you, annoyed by the disinterested way you treated her Goddess.

“Don’t worry, Donna, she's funny,” the blonde commented, looking at you with fiery eyes. “Fine, question time,” she whispered, addressing you. “Your last period, when was it?”

“When was yours?” you asked in response, making the witch laugh again, as if your lack of respect didn't matter.

“(Y/N), please, she wants to help you,” Donna said to you, squeezing your hand, with a look that betrayed an imminent nervous breakdown. No, you didn't want that.

“It's okay…” you said in a soft voice, caressing the brunette's cheek. “I'll do it for you, Donna, for the baby…” you whispered, kissing her softly.

“Ahem,” the bird woman interrupted, with a raised eyebrow.

“15 weeks,” you said, swinging your legs on the stretcher.

Miranda nodded and then looked at you strangely, frowning and approaching slowly.

“Are you sure?” she asked distrustfully, looking at your belly, caressing it in a way that you found unpleasant.

“Yes, I'm pretty sure,” you answered, starting to get nervous because of the blonde woman's attitude, which seemed to change, as if she was... Worried.

“What's wrong, Mother Miranda?” Donna asked, also noticing that change in her foster mother. “Is there a problem?”

“Mm, I'm not sure,” Miranda murmured in a mysterious voice.

Donna and you looked at each other a bit scared as the woman walked towards a strange device with wheels, placing it near the stretcher.

“Lie down and lift up your clothes,” the priestess asked you, while playing with that machine, which lit up strangely.

“What is that?” you asked curiously, obeying her request.

“It’s to do ultrasounds. In other words, to see what's in there,” Miranda explained, taking a strange bottle and squeezing it so an icy liquid froze your belly.

“Ahhh!” you squealed at the sensation.

“What? Tesoro, what's wrong?” Donna asked, too worried, as always.

You made a face of disgust and then pretended to shiver.

“It's cold…” you joked. Donna pressed her lips furiously at another of your tricks. You shouldn't play with her that much.

“Okay, stay still. Let's take a look,” Miranda said, ignoring your childish protests and passing a device through cold liquid, causing that strange machine to sound unpleasantly.

The room fell silent as Miranda stared at a screen you couldn't see. She seemed focused, but that serene face suddenly changed, breaking into a sinister smile.

“Oh, my, my…” she murmured, amused. “Wait… Yes, there's no doubt about it…”

“What's going on?” Donna asked, grabbing your hand as that machine explored your insides.

Miranda laughed again, turning that screen so you could look at it. You squinted, unable to make out anything in that grey mass. You and Donna looked at each other in confusion and then at the priestess, who seemed to have serious problems holding back her laughter.

The witch grabbed a pen from a nearby table and pointed it at the screen.

“I think I know why it's growing bigger than usual…” she murmured, with that disturbing look, pointing at what looked like a deformation on that screen. “One…” she said, pointing at another similar deformation. “… Two…”

You turned white, starting to distinguish those shapes, what was in your belly.

“What…” you sighed, breathing nervously.

“Congratulations, Donna, you’re going to have twins,” the witch said, indicating with the pen the areas you should focus on.

The hand with which Donna squeezed you increased its strength and began to tremble, just like you, who looked at that screen, with your eyes wide open.

“Twi, twi, twins?” the lady in black stammered, unable to look away from that ultrasound.

“Mm,” Miranda murmured, smiling more widely. “Fraternal twins to be exact.”

“Gods…” you sighed, running a hand over your forehead.

The news fell on you like a bucket of cold water, like something unexpected, that upset your plans. Not one, but two babies, something so surprising that you began to wonder if chance had really taken its toll on you.

Donna was also overwhelmed by the news. She was already having a lot of trouble accepting the idea of being a mother, she was very afraid of not being what was expected of her, of failing in the attempt to raise her baby and now… Well, now she had to worry twice.

Despite the initial surprise, little by little you got used to the idea of two little children running through the halls. After imagining it for the remaining months, the excitement replaced the fear and surprise.

And finally, after hours of pain and suffering, the Beneviento babies came into the world, two beautiful twins, a boy and a girl, writhing in your arms, crying inconsolably.

“Shh, that's it, that's it, darling... Darlings,” you said, cradling the babies in your arms and exhausted from the labor, accompanied by a petrified Donna, who looked at her two children with admiration, shedding tears of joy down her cheeks. “Hey, Donna, come here.”

The lady approached, recovering from joy, reaching out to pick up one of those little babies.

“Ciao, tesoro, ciao...” she said with a smile you hadn't seen before, cradling the child in her arms, calming his crying in an almost miraculous way. “You're a good boy, huh?”

“Here, this is yours too,” you said amused, bringing the newborn baby closer to her, causing the brunette to look overwhelmed again.

“Um, yes, I… Wait, wait (Y/N),” she said, juggling to be able to hold the two babies safely. You sighed in relief, amused by the brunette's confused expression, with two small beings writhing in her arms.

“I think they've drained all my energy,” you said, while Donna played with the little girl's small hands, without stopping, in a skillful way, to attend to the boy. You were always wrong, she would be a good mother.

“They are wonderful,” Donna commented, still excited. “It's, it's incredible, (Y/N).”

“Yes, it is,” you said smiling tenderly, helping the lady in black with the babies, taking the boy in your arms so Donna could greet her daughter in the same way, something that made you die of love.

“My precious girl…” the brunette whispered, cradling her daughter while her son protested for having lost contact with his mother.

“Shh, that's it, don't monopolize Donna from such a young age,” you said amused, calming the baby's crying.

“He can monopolize me if he wants,” the brunette commented, caressing the girl's already strikingly black hair. “And you too, my love... My little miracle,” she said in a sweet voice to the creature who, like her brother, was completely relaxed in her mother's arms.

“Donna,” you said, with a slightly more serious tone, making her look at you curiously, nodding for you to speak and then turning her gaze to her little daughter with the tender smile that you could devour. “I love you.”

“Me too, (Y/N), I love you so much,” she answered in a low voice, as the baby seemed to want to fall asleep in her arms, yawning tenderly. “Hey, (Y/N)...”

“Mm?” you sighed, trying to put your son to sleep, who seemed to be a little more rebellious.

“Can we handle this?” the lady asked, with a bright eye, with concern, with her fears and insecurities stalking her again.

“Of course, I'm convinced,” you said, with your voice broken by sleep, by tiredness. Thank goodness Angie appeared to annoy you once again.

“I want to see them, I want to see them,” she sang, climbing into bed.

The two of you put a finger on your lips to ask for silence, something you already knew how it would end.

“I won't shut up! I want to see them, I want to see my little siblings!” the doll shrieked, causing, as expected, two irritating cries from the babies.

“Angie!” you protested in unison.

To say it was easy would be a lie.

It wasn't one. It was two helpless babies that had to be taken care of. The nights were a nightmare and the days weren't very different. You and Donna deal well with it, though to be completely honest, she did most of the work.

It could be because she felt guilty that her neglect resulted in two crying, needy children who wouldn't let you rest, or it could be, as you liked to think, that Donna was a good mother, the best mother.

Ciara and Marco Beneviento were two blessings despite how complicated it was to deal with their care. As the years passed, those tasks were less and less complicated, since Angie, when she wasn't trying to lead them down the path of evil, took care of them, or so you liked to believe.

The house didn't seem the same anymore. There was no trace of darkness left in it, of that darkness that seemed to surround you when it was just you and Donna.

The children's laughter, their little adventures with Angie, Donna's incessant affection towards them, her way of taking care of them (perhaps excessively), had made the light shine in the old Beneviento estate.

It was a difficult task, a challenge you had to face, but you managed to overcome, raising two wonderful children.

6 years later, you woke up, or rather, you pretended to wake up. You had not been able to rest well that night, in fact, you had been awake for a few nights, only you knew why.

“Buongiorno!” two children's voices broke into the darkness of the bedroom. Two? Well, actually there were three. Angie never left them, never.

“Oh, good morning...” you whispered, catching Marco, who threw himself into your arms like every morning. “You are early risers, huh?” you joked.

The boy nodded effusively, being dragged by his sister, who was trying unsuccessfully to wake Donna up.

“Aiutami, Marco,” the girl said in a tender voice, moving a lazy Donna, who groaned in annoyance at not being able to continue sleeping.

“Good luck with that,” you joked, letting both of them wake the brunette, who did it abruptly, scared. “Good morning, mamma,” you joked.

She gave you a furious look but didn't have time to protest, as the morning cuddle festival had already fallen upon her.

“Hey, hey, come on, let her breathe,” you said amused, taking the girl in your arms and leaving her next to you. “Just a little.”

“(Y/N), how can they have so much energy?” the brunette asked, fighting against her son's tickling, putting him next to her sister and looking at you amused.

“I guess they got it from me,” you said, taking the opportunity to give her a tender kiss on the lips.

She looked at you with a soft smile, sighing, caressing your cheek before the third in discord, Angie, climbed onto the bed as well.

“Move your asses, you sticky fools!” the doll shrieked unpleasantly.

“Move your asses!” the twins repeated in unison, making you growl and grab the puppet by the neck.

“What did I tell you about talking like that in front of the children?” you hissed threateningly, only provoking a sinister laugh.

“You can’t give orders to me” Angie said mockingly, breaking free from your grip.

You growled again, calmed by Donna's soft hand in yours.

“I should bathe them,” the lady whispered, kissing your shoulder and getting out of bed, faithfully followed by the two children.

“Do you need help?” you asked, still struggling with the doll. She shook her head, offering her hands to the Beneviento twins, who took them politely.

“Okay, I'll make breakfast,” you said with a smile, finally managing to kick the puppet out of bed.

“You'll try...” Angie threatened.

Like every morning, the table was set with everything necessary so these little beasts could have enough energy, a task that you did with pleasure, since normally, it was Donna who bathed them and you could enjoy a few moments of solitude and tranquility.

“Ugh, okay...” you said, passing a hand over your forehead when you set the table, checking that everything was in order. “Oh, Gods… When she finds out…”

After mulling over your worries, you went back down to the basement, where laughter and splashing permeated the walls, those walls that needed this joy.

It was a relatively quiet day, well, like all of them. The screams and games of the children were a little more annoying than usual.

Yes, it was true that Donna took care of many things, but, when she worked in the workshop, on her dolls, all the responsibility was yours. It seemed fair to you.

“You can’t catch me. You can’t catch me,” the boy mocked, in his tireless game of tag with his sister and Angie.

“You're cheating, Marco!” Ciara protested, to which her brother stuck his tongue out at her mockingly.

You, sitting on the sofa, with a wet rag on your head, kept an eye on the situation so it didn't lead to a typical sibling fight, one that wasn't frequent, but wasn't inevitable either.

“Can't you play something quieter?” you asked your daughter, interrupting her chase.

“But mom, Marco says I'm too slow,” the girl said, with that tender childlike innocence.

“Don't pay attention to him, Ciara... Just try to be smarter,” you advised her, combing her black hair. “Look, go for that gap over there and you'll surely catch him.”

The girl nodded excitedly and did as you said, catching her brother triumphantly.

“Now you're the one who's caught!” the girl shrieked happily, causing you to grimace in disgust at her loud tone.

“You're a cheater, Ciara!” her brother protested, crossing his arms and walking comically towards you, tugging at your dress.

“Mom, Ciara cheated,” the boy told you, making you finally stop reading and sit up.

“That's a lie! Sei un bugiardo!” Ciara protested, approaching you with clenched fists. A childish tantrum was imminent.

“Come on, come on, no one here has cheated and...” you said, calming the situation before it got out of hand, noticing a detail on one of the walls. “What's that?” you asked, getting up to look at that irregularity more closely.

The children followed you, calming down instantly. Okay, that was a bad sign.

You crouched down, admiring that little "piece of art" that was drawn on the wall, a stick figure that was, without a doubt, you, of course.

“Hey, hey, hey… come here,” you said smiling evilly, preventing the twins from escaping, who stopped comically, looking at you with innocent eyes, but without moving.

“Ciara and Marco Beneviento, here, now,” you demanded with a more severe tone, kicking the floor impatiently.

The children looked at each other and then walked slowly with their heads down, revealing that the “graffiti” on the wall had been the work of one of the two.

“Steady, come on, hands outstretched,” you said as if you were a sergeant, making the children obey immediately, extending the palms of their hands.

Angie may have been a bad influence, but the truth was that the twins were quite polite and obedient, most of the time.

“Let's see…” you said, examining their hands, finding no evidence of the prank, but still suspicious. “Well, well, you're very clever, huh? Who did it?”

“It wasn't me, mom,” they said at the same time in a funny way, looking away, a sign of guilt that made you cross your arms, walking authoritatively from side to side.

“Of course, of course, nobody did it, right? This drawing appeared here by chance,” you said with irony, bending down towards the children, who hugged each other, scared in an exaggerated way.

“It wasn't me,” they repeated with their voices broken by guilt.

“Ciara, was it Marco?” you asked the girl, changing your strategy.

The girl shook her head profusely.

“Marco, was it Ciara?” you asked her brother, who made the same gesture. “Oh, protecting each other, huh? Well, then…”

“Mamma, mamma!” they shouted, escaping your interrogation when the lady in black appeared in the hallway.

The twins rushed at her, hiding behind her black dress, each holding on to a leg and looking at Donna with an angelic face.

“Mamma, mom fa paura di nuovo,” the boy said, pulling the black fabric so the lady could pick him up with an amused sigh.

“Is mom scary?” she asked amused, now looking at Ciara, who imitated her brother's gesture, pulling at her dress.

“Oh, please,” you sighed, laughing at that funny scene.

“Mom è una strega spaventosa, mamma…” the girl whispered, hiding behind the lady and looking at you with fear.

“Did she call me a witch?” you asked, open-mouthed, coming closer with your hands on your hips. The girl took refuge, as did her brother, who clung to Donna's shoulders.

She smiled and shrugged.

“What's wrong, (Y/N)?” she asked, lowering the child to the floor, who imitated his sister behind Donna’s dress.

“Look at what your children have done,” you said smugly, pointing at the doodle on the wall. “What do you think?”

“Is…? Is that you?” the lady said with an amused expression, one that made you squint and cross your arms.

“Are you laughing, Donna?” you accused her, seeing the clear difficulties the lady had in not smiling more than she should.

“No, no… I…” she said, clearing her throat to hide her laughter. “Hai fatto questo?” she asked the toddlers, who were still hiding from your stern side.

“No, mamma, prometto,” they said, making you roll your eyes.

“Donna, Donna…” you said, pulling the lady towards you, revealing the children's hiding place. “Don't believe them. They always do what they want with you.”

“But they said it wasn't them,” the lady said, defending, as always, her children.

“You're too trusting, darling,” you whispered, kissing her cheek, with an idea running through your head. “Oh, today is Wednesday, isn't it?”

“Yes,” Donna said, amused, shy about your stolen kisses.

“Wednesday of theater, right?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. “You two, come here,” you indicated to your children, who took advantage of those kisses to flee again. “Stay there. Angie, you too,” you ordered the doll that walked indifferently.

“Me? Why me?” the puppet protested, approaching furiously.

“Because you are just as suspicious as them,” you said in a dark voice.

Donna simply looked at the scene with a confused but attentive expression.

“You’re not in charge here, silly,” the doll said, crossing her arms in a cocky manner.

“Angie, obey,” you growled, clenching your fists.

“I don't have to do it, I am not the fruit of your copulation,” she said in a sufficient tone.

“Angie!” Donna protested at her doll's inappropriate words. The two children looked at the lady confused.

“Mamma, what is copulation?” they asked, causing an amused grimace in the brunette, who looked at you asking for help.

“Angie...” you growled when the puppet laughed out loud, attracting your children's attention again with a snap of your fingers. “Hey, you two, don't change the subject. Since I see you don't want to confess... I guess there won't be any puppet show today, right, Donna?”

“Mm? Why?” the lady asked, with her eternal innocence. You hardened your expression, nodding at the twins, who now looked at you with a pleading expression.

“Donna...” you said through clenched teeth. She noticed and faked a stern expression, one you knew she wasn't capable of.

“Oh, certo, I... Whatever, whatever your mother says,” she said, pretending to be the strict mother she wasn't.

“But mom!” Marco protested, stamping his feet.

“That's not fair! Strega...” Ciara said, saying again that you were a witch.

“Do you want mamma Donna to do the show?” you asked, now gaining their full attention.

They both nodded.

“Well, tell me, who was it?”

“It was Angie!” they shouted at the same time, pointing at the puppet with their fingers, desperate at the threat of not having their weekly puppet show, something that could make them give away Miranda herself if necessary.

“Snitches…” the doll protested.

Well, mystery solved, although your temples were throbbing dangerously. You definitely needed a break.

“Get out of my way, you silly metal man!” Donna said, imitating the voice of her sister Alcina in the traditional weekly puppet show.

She was quite the artist, almost perfectly imitating her siblings' voices while moving little dolls she made of them, which the children adored.

“I can't get out of the way, you're taking up all the way,” she said, changing her voice to of the Lord Karl Heisenberg’s.

The children remained silent, Ciara on your lap and Marco holding a small toy hammer, jumping on the couch. The two of them laughed at this childish joke, which even brought a smile to your face.

“Then I'll call my daughters to annoy you,” the funny Dimitrescu puppet said.

“I was hoping you'd say that because…” replied little Heisenberg, bending down to pick up a small object he held in his hands. “I have a bigger fly swatter!”

The children's laughter was the only sound that could be heard on that quiet afternoon. You looked at Donna, admiring her ability to make them laugh, to be the best mother in the world.

“Heisenberg is the best!” Marco shrieked, waving the toy hammer.

“No, Alcina is the best, she is beautiful and tall!” Ciara said, admiring, like her brother, who were now her family.

The two children played tag again, imitating the Lords in a funny way. Donna sighed, taking the puppets out of her hands and letting herself fall on the sofa.

“Did you like the story?” she asked in a soft voice, with a tired yawn. You smiled sincerely, playing with her hand and kissing her lips quietly, enjoying one of those romantic moments that made their way through so much chaos.

“I like you,” you whispered in her ear, making her laugh shyly. “Hey, Donna…”

“Mm?” she murmured, putting the toys away in a box.

“I…”

“Mamma, ho fame…” -Ciara's sweet voice interrupted your words, leaning lovingly on your knees.

“Anch'io, mamma,” Marco said, rubbing his eyes, with that hat Donna made him, one almost identical to the metal Lord’s.

“Okay, I'll go make dinner” Donna said, patting her knees and getting up from the couch. Certainly, she tried too hard. She didn't show it, but she should be terribly exhausted.

“Should I help you, honey?” you offered, to which she refused, taking her children by the hands.

“You should rest, tesoro, why don't you take a bath?” the lady said softly, walking towards the kitchen with that pair of joys next to her.

“Yes, good idea,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair.

A relaxing hot bath was heaven. While the hot water relaxed your body, your mind wandered through your memories, through all those years of happiness, through everything that was to come.

Luckily, Angie was away during dinner, you assumed it was a punishment from Donna for painting the wall. It was a quiet dinner, in which the children were already showing signs of inevitable tiredness.

“I'll clear the table,” you said, preventing the lady in black from doing all the work again. “Tell them a story, I think they're just a "Cinderella" away from falling asleep,” you whispered amused, watching your children yawn.

“Fine,” Donna said, kissing your hand and walking towards the sofa “Who wants to read a story?”

“Me, me!” they shouted, excited, including Angie.

Seeing that everything was in order, you did your part by picking up and washing the dishes. You didn't know why, but it had been a while since you'd been able to wipe the smile off your face. You were so happy, your family was wonderful. You couldn't believe how lucky you were.

When you went back up to the living room, a wave of tenderness went through your soul: Donna was lying asleep, with a book in her hands and next to her, two little bundles also asleep, cuddling up to her on the couch.

“You're exhausted, aren't you?” you whispered, taking the book from Donna's hands, and gently stroking her hair, eliciting a grunt from the brunette and her children who snuggled closer to her. “Okay, time for bed...”

Carefully, you took the children to their bed, closely followed by the Angie doll, who, after her punishment, seemed not to want to annoy you anymore.

“Good night, my little miracles,” you said, kissing each one's forehead and taking one last look at them before closing the door. “I guess now I have to put your mother to bed too,” you joked, going down the stairs.

The lady was still asleep, lying on the couch, breathing deeply. You approached slowly, moving her carefully so as not to startle her.

“Donna, honey, let's go to bed…” you whispered, waking the brunette, who protested by yawning and slowly sitting up.

“The kids?” she asked, shaking her head.

“Sleepy,” you said, amused. She nodded, smiling sleepily and sighed deeply.

“You know what? I, I thought this was going to be hard, you know…” she commented, rubbing her eye, earning all your attention. “Two unruly children around the house, too many responsibilities…”

“Mm” you murmured, resting the head on your hand, blinking with interest.

“But, I think, I think everything is going well, don't you think so? They are two adorable children and... Well, we have been able to handle it well.”

“Yes, Donna, of course,” you affirmed, taking her hand.

“At, at first I was very scared, I, I didn't think I was capable and...” she said, with a more serious tone, her breathing more agitated. You squeezed her hand tightly.

“But you have done it, you are a good mother, Donna,” you said softly, turning her head so that she could look at your face.

“I try,” she said shyly.

“Harder than you should,” you answered, amused, giving her a nudge. She laughed tenderly, shaking her head.

“Now I remember how cowardly I was, and I laugh,” she said sighing, remembering her reasonable panic.

It was a good occasion.

You faked a laugh and moved a little closer to her.

“Are you laughing?” you asked jokingly. She nodded, frowning. “Do you want to laugh even more?”

“What?” she asked, confused by your suddenly erratic attitude.

“You’re going to laugh a lot when I tell you …” you said, faking a nervous laugh, patting her shoulder affectionately. “You’re going to laugh until you’re out of breath.”

“What are you talking about?” Donna asked, confused by your strange attitude. No wonder. “What do you mean?”

“Donna,” you said, faking that laugh again, smiling exaggeratedly so she would do the same. “I’m pregnant, isn’t that funny?” you said, patting her shoulder again.

The lady turned pale, even paler.

“Donna?”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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thebookwormdaydreamer · 9 months

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Calling it classist not to like popular and not well-written books is annoying as fuck considering the cost of new books. I monitor kindle sales and have an everand subscription (which still limits the amount I read) if I want to read contemporary. Kindle Unlimited is also way more expensive than Everand for imo, less quality. No, I cannot simply go to the library either due to the lack of them in my country. Seeing this discourse again and again over the years really grinds my gears.

I literally read classics in the public domain when I don’t have money to buy books. Getting an ereader saved me so much money because there is plenty of good books in the public domain. Many of them aren’t that difficult to read either. Plus, if you’re not from the us which has draconian copyright terms, many modern classics are in the public domain like Animal Farm, 1984 (or if you’re in a country with life+50 copyright The Bell Jar or The Haunting of Hill House).

Reading quality books literally has never been easier, cheaper, or more accessible. You can read whatever you like but kindly do not frame reading whatever booktok book you like as an accessibility or class thing.

#bookblr #anti booktok #books are so expensive especially with inflation #literally wait for ebook sales or just wade into public domain stuff #because i cannot afford physical books

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fizzyapplecandy · 27 days

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The one with the female vampire

Ateez Yunho X Fem vampire reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Strangers to Lovers

6.7k words

There are lots of stories featuring the boys as vampires and other supernatural creatures, so I decided to spin this story around. I'm not sure if this will be a one shot, or a few additional chapters. I'll look at the feedback and see if you want some more. :)

This is also my first story, so be prepared.

Enjoy loves X

Myths were always supposed to stay just that - myths. Made up stories to scare children when they refuse to go to bed on time. Legends, depending on the era they are told in, make people behave and follow rules so that they don't end up doing things they aren't supposed to.

I was once a firm non - believer. Those stories only served as a laughing stock. It was different in 1855. People were getting more and more convinced in the presence of the supernatural.

Werewolves, witches, and most of all - vampires. If you asked me back then what I thought about those bogus stories, I would call you insane and laugh right at your face.

However, now, in 2024. I'd kindly remind you not to get on my nerves unless you want me to bite the crap out of your jugular vein.

I was a normal person up until 1855. One day I was walking through the snow, gathering whatever wood I could for a simple fire, the next I was tearing apart an innocent farm house owner along with his wife and two kids. Morbid, I know.

I've learned to control my urges over the 169 years I've been around. Nowadays, I feed from bloodbags and a couple furry animals I find in the forest. It's less tasty, but hey, it keeps me from going on a murderous rampage.

Being as old as I am, I got around the world a lot. From America to Africa, a decent amount of Islands, as well as the cold, hard Arctic. Now I find myself in my own library in Seoul, South Korea.

The perks of being a vampire is the unlimited amount of fortune I've accumulated in the Swis bank. It was more than enough to open up this place and fill it with my collection of antique texts. There are a few knick knacks from museums as well, borrowed (with the use of my compelling charm) from various museums over the years.

I'm quite proud of this place, as I've established a good clientele. I'm even more proud today, as a handsome man enters through the door.

He walks past the counter, going straight to the supernatural section of the library. Twenty minutes later, he is still going around in circles like an idiot.

"Hey there, need some help with something?"

He jumps a bit and turns around. He's even more charming up close with his big brown eyes and plush lips.

His slender fingers push up the rim of his glasses.

"Hey, yeah... I seem to be a bit lost. You see, I'm trying to find this book for my friend, but I have no clue what I'm looking for. So, yeah, help would be appreciated."

I could hear his heart beating rapidly, along with his veins pulsating. He was nervous. If I was a normal person, the rubbing of his sweaty palms on his pants would be a dead giveaway.

"Shoot away then. What are you looking for exactly? I see you went straight to my supernatural section. So, what will it be?"

He took out a crumpled peace of paper from his pocket and cleared his throat.

"Well, my friend Wooyoung wrote down some things this book should contain. We don't know what it looks like. It should have something about the first original vampire, as well as ways to control the transformation. Something like that. I know it sounds crazy, but he's been hellbent about finding this."

He hands me the paper.

"I think it's because he's been watching too many scary movies. He gets obsessed easily. So, yeah, that's it. Do you have something like this here?"

I looked at the scrambled notes and nodded. I knew what he was talking about. There is only one book that contains the original story about the first vampire, and although vague, it gives an insight about the history. The only copy of it is one the top shelf in my library.

Don't ask me how I got it.

I turned around on my high heels and reached above me to pull it out. It's leather bound, kept in pristine condition for centuries with the help of a little witch magic.

"This is 'The Original Story'. It contains everything your friend wants to know. Give this to him, it will settle his curiosity."

As I reached out to hand it to him, our fingers brushed. The spark of electricity was undeniable. I saw it on his face too. The wide eyes, the opened mouth. I quickly retracted my hand and cleared my throat.

"All we have to do now is get you into the system and you'll be able to borrow more books in the future. Come with me."

I stepped around him and bolted to my desk. He followed after with a starstruck expression. It took him a second to compose himself. He fumbled around his backpack and took out his ID, handing it to me.

"Jeong Yunho, is it? It fits you." I smiled and handed him the ID back after putting everything in my computer.

"Yeah, that's me. And you are?"

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L." I could see the surprise on his face.

"Wow, haven't heard of that one in a while. It's really pretty. It kind of suits you."

If I had the ability to blush, I probably would.

"Thank you, Yunho. Enjoy your light reading. I hope it has all of your answers."

He smiled and turned around. Hit the door at a high speed as well.

"Are you okay?" I chuckled.

"Yeah. Embarrassed, but okay. Bye now before I do something even more stupid."

With that, he was out of the door and speeding down the sidewalk. My smile wasn't gone though.

A few days have passed since my encounter with Yunho. Honestly, I haven't been able to stop thinking about our almost magical touch. It was something I haven't felt before, and I've fucked my way through life.

None of those touches could compare to our fingertips touching. I've ransacked my library in hopes of finding an answer, but I came up empty handed.

Just as I was sipping on my coffee (blood concealed in a takeaway cup), somebody cleared their throat. I seriously have to instal a bell above the door.

"Hey there Y/N. How's it going?"

"Yunho, hey! Not so bad. What are you up to?"

He took out the book he borrowed out of his backpack and put it on the counter.

"Well, I've spent the last couple of days trying to find my answers, but this book confuses me. Wooyoung hasn't been helpful either, given he only reads ramen instructions and the occasional porn magazine. Oh..."

I chuckled and watched him turn as red as a tomato.

"Yeah, that was stupid of me to say, sorry. Anyways, I was hoping maybe you could help me? You seem to know your way with books better than I do. Given the library and all."

"Don't you worry buddy. You've come to the right person for this, believe me. Follow me to the sofa."

The library wasn't as full given then we were an hour before closing time. We sat next to each other, and he pulled out a notepad along with a pencil.

"So, there are a few questions in particular he is curious about. He wants to know the begining of the story, and the first vampire. How they feed, how they live, how they supposedly die. Those were the main points of interest."

He flipped through the pages and sighed.

"I've tried getting an answer but everything is so confusing."

I took the book and opened the first page.

"You see Yunho, the book won't help you if your thoughts are scattered. Lucky for you, I have it memorised. You want to hear the legend about the first undead creation?"

He nodded and opened a blank page.

"There was this noble man a couple centuries ago. He had an assortment of wives, as well as an obsession with drinking their blood. He thought it would make him younger and prolong his mortal life. He was stil human at the time."

His eyes widened and I could see him try to swallow a lump in his throat.

"Well, one day after being fed up with acting as a blood bag, one of the wives poisoned his food. He died shortly after in his sleep. They held a burrial deep in the woods, left the grave unmarked and continued on with their lives. Funny thing is, he aimed for eternity, but went to his early grave. Even funnier, his name began with 'Earl' something."

He let a small smile grace his face

"Until one day, a group of hunters witnessed something unbelievable."

I flipped the page and it showed a vague representation of what those pore hunters had seen.

"They couldn't believe their eyes. Right there on the hilltop was the deceased nobleman, drinking blood from one of his wives. Well, ex wives. Eyes as red as the liquid trickling down her neck, and his mouth."

I flipped the page again.

"Three days after, half of the village was dead, the other half turned into vampires."

I sighed and prepared myself to answer another one of his questions. He was immersed in his writing, listening to my every word.

"The only way for a person to become a vampire is to indigest some of their blood before they die. The villagers were attacking him with knives and pitchforks, breaking the skin on his hands and letting the black blood flow freely. He grabbed them by the mouth, and it got into their bloodstream before he drained them."

He stopped for a second and looked over his notes.

"Okay, I get the story. I assume the other vampires made other ones and it went on like that?"

I nodded.

"They figured out how to turn people along the line. They made up covens and separated around the world. At least, that what the legend says."

I had to put in a bit of reality for him because it was getting too believable at this point.

"I get it. But how did people not know about them? Don't they shine in the Sun, or burn? How could they miss it?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

"You humans and your vampire movies. This is not a Twilight fantasy novel where Edward sparkles in the Sun. Be realistic. The Sun doesn't affect them as much as it did in the begining. Vampires only weaken in the daylight. They can easily blend in. The only way you would recognize one is by looking into their eyes when they let the dark side out. Stronger ones have pitch black, newer have a distinct shade of crimson."

He diligently took down every word I was saying. I could tell it piqued his interest as well.

"Okay, got that. Tell me, how do they eat? Is it strictly human blood? Do they... Die, if they don't eat? Like humans?"

I sighed again. Those TV shows and movies got it all wrong.

"A vampire is a living dead person. According to every book known in the world, if you are dead you don't eat. The main source is blood, it only keeps them strong. Animal or human, it doesn't matter. Although, animal blood can't fend them for long. They can eat human food, but it won't mean anything."

"Then how does a vampire die? How do you... Kill it?"

That was the question I dreaded the most. It kind of hurt how much he was interested in the answer.

"Well... There are two ways to take down a vampire. The obvious one is by taking a wooden stake to their heart. The other doesn't kill them, more like incapacitates them so that you can land the final blow. There is an herb called vervain, and it's tough to find. It was used in older times to figure out who wasn't human."

I showed him a picture of the faded purple plant and he nodded.

"I get it. Okay, I think that's about it." He turned towards me and smirked a bit. "You know your way around vampires, it's impressive."

I chuckled and closed the book.

"Well, when you own a library mainly based on supernatural fiction, you find yourself full of knowledge about it."

Our eyes met briefly and I could still see the curiosity running through them. I stood up and went back to my counter.

"Oh my God, look at that. It dark outside. Sorry Y/N, I've overstayed my welcome here. This was really helpful."

I glanced at the clock and was shocked to find it was almost two hours after closing. The place was empty besides us.

"Hey, it's no big deal. I love to be of help in any way. I hope your friend will be satisfied with the answers."

"I hope so, too. He hasn't been himself lately. I find us growing apart day by day, and I don't like it. I know I'm rambling about something that doesn't interest you probably, sorry."

He put his head down and I could sense his unease.

"I want to know what bothers you Yunho. I consider you an acquaintance now. That's one step closer to friends I'd say."

The laught he let out sounded like one of relief. He notices my coffee cup (full of blood) and points at it. It was now my turn to feel uneasy.

"Your coffee got cold because of me. Sorry about that. I'll make it up to you."

I waved him away.

"No big deal, I like it cold anyway. By the way, if you need anything else, you know where to find me."

He nodded and grabbed the doorknob, without hitting the door like last time.

"Thank you Y/N. You're an angel, really. I'll see you around."

It almost felt as if my heart started and stopped beating all over again. Angel? Oh Yunho...

He was out of the door in a second, and I knew he was flustered again. Nevertheless, I waved as I watched him walk down the street for the second time this week.

Only this time, I knew I was in deep trouble.

The next morning I was browsing through the old book Yunho returned when I heard my newly installed bell ring. The man was handsome, abeit a bit short. His long black hair fell over his eyes and there was a little mole underneath one eye. Not a bad sight to see at ten o' clock.

"Hey there, how can I help you?"

"Hi. I'm looking for Y/N. I assume that's you. Listen, you may know me as Yunho's friend. I know you as the only other vampire in town, aside from the lunatic that turned me."

My hand flicking through the pages stopped.

"What in God's name are you talking about?"

I stood up and he hurried to the counter.

"Please Y/N. I don't have anybody else to talk to. I'm going out of my mind here."

I looked around the sitting area, fortunately sparce with customers. I turned towards him and grabbed his hand.

"Come with me."

I dragged him to the back of the supernatural section and tried to compose myself.

"How on Earth do you know what I am?"

He took a moment before he answered.

"I hoped you knew more about vampires than you told Yunho. Calling you one was a shot in the dark. However, when you count in all of the things you told him, some not even available on the internet, I knew you were different."

He took another deep breath.

"I need your help with controling these urges. Yunho probably hates me because I've been avoiding him for two months. That's pretty hard because we live together. We've known each other for twenty years, but I have this incredible urge to tear his neck appart with my teeth."

My eyes bled black and my hands were holding him by his throat against the shelves in an instant.

"You haven't done anything to him, have you? Believe me, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat in a second."

Wooyoung tried shaking his head, but he couldn't from my grip. I let him go and he crumbled to the floor. He started coughing, clawing at his throat in the process.

"No... God no! I had to bite three homeless people just last week so that I could come home and avoid him. I would personally kill myself if I let anything happen to him."

I nodded and crouched down to meet his gaze.

"What do you want then? I don't want him in danger, you've gathered as much."

"Okay, this may sound crazy to you, but I need you to come with us to a college bash on Saturday. I can't go there myself, not with too many people around. Yunho and I are at a breaking point. This anual bash is our tradition, this is the last year we can attend. He told me if I don't go with him he'll take that as the ending of our friendship. I can't let him down anymore Y/N. Please."

"Listen, and listen good pretty boy. I'm doing this for Yunho. I could care less if you went on a rampage, I just don't want him caught in the crossfire. Tell me the place and time and I'll be there."

He smiled as he stood up. I followed his movements.

"Believe me, I get it. I finally know why he hasn't stopped talking about you. You're hot as fuck when your mad."

I rolled my eyes and went around him.

"Keep dreaming, pretty boy. As you can tell, my cold heart has been stolen by your best friend."

If he wasn't a vampire, he would be classified as a puppy by the way he was following me.

"Yunho will deliver you all of the important details, don't worry. And hey, a guy could only dream. Besides, he's my best friend, I don't fuck with that."

I nodded as I watched him put his hood up before he opened the door. He pointed at it.

"The Sun is a pain in my ass. Anyways, see you on Saturday Y/N. Expect your boyfriend to stop by soon."

"He's not my..." He was out of the door before I could finish my sentence.

True to Wooyoung's word, Yunho showed up the next morning holding two coffees, one iced, the other hot, in a cup holder.

"Good morning Y/N. How have you been?"

If my heart was still beating, it would stop seeing his smile, directed right at me.

"Hey there. Not bad I might say. How about you? What brings you here? Antoher supernatural adventure?"

He chuckled and put the cups on the counter.

"Believe it or not, I don't want anything to do with the supernatural for a while." My smile dimmed a bit, but I brushed it off quickly.

"What is it then?"

"Well, I'm here to deliver you a new coffee, iced as I remember you liked it cold. And, um... I know Wooyoung's been here. He told you about the bash I assume?"

I took the coffee and held it in my hands. Vampires can indigest human food, but it mostly tastes like concrete. Don't ask me how I know to compare the two. Nevertheless, I took a sip, not wanting to make it suspicious.

Yep, cold, hard, concrete.

"He did. I was surprised at first, but I heard it means a lot to you. To be fair, I was waiting on you to fill me in. That's what a date should do I suppose?"

He flushed a bright red and adjusted his glasses.

"Well, yeah. I, um... I didn't think you would consider it a date, to be honest. I thought Wooyoung might one up me with that. But, yeah. I want you to go as my date, if you don't have anything better to do."

"Well, buddy boy, you're in luck. Aside from this library, my social life is pretty boring. And I won't oppose to a date with a handsome fellow like you."

Yunho got progressively more red as I kept on talking, or flirting my way around him. It felt good to see my impact on him.

"Well then, it's settled. It's on Saturday, which you knew already. It's at the big mansion a couple of miles from our campus. It's been passed down in the family, and our friend Hongjoong is the owner now."

I nodded as I scrabbled my address and phone number on a piece of paper. Handing it over to him I could see the confusion in his expression.

"This is my address and phone number. How can you know where to pick me up, silly? And I need to know more details by Saturday. I have to plan the best outfit for a college bash, God knows I haven't been to one in ages."

"You graduated already?"

I opened and closed my mouth. "Something like that."

"Okay then, it's settled. I hope you won't mind having Wooyoung come with us. I'm the one with the car."

I shook my head. "I don't mind at all, as long as I'm in the passanger seat."

His wide smile matched my own. "That can be arranged."

We looked at each other for some time before his flushed cheeks for the better of him.

"Well, I'll get going now. Enjoy your coffee Y/N. I'll see you on Saturday."

With that he stumbled his way out of the door, basking in the morning sunlight.

It's a shame my cold body couldn't join him in the pleasures.

Saturday rolled around faster than I expected, and here I was obsessing over what to wear. I haven't had this problem for litteral decades. Then again, I haven't been infatuated with a person as much as I am with Yunho.

He's used to seeing me in heels, jeans, sweaters and tight tops. However, tonight I'm pulling all of the stops.

With my blood-red dress, black strappy sandals with a killer heel, and the most expensive golden earrings on, I was more than ready. The perks of being a vampire is our natural beauty is enhanced after we turn. So, I know I'm radiating even more.

Yunho has been texting me non stop for the past couple of days. Texts turned into calls, which later became FaceTime calls. It was nice seeing him all relaxed, with his comfy pyjamas and black rimmed glasses.

What I also enjoyed was flustering him with my lacy tanks and satin nightgowns. I could see his flushed cheeks even with the bedroom light off.

Thinking about our late night talks almost made me miss the doorbell ringing. With one last look in the mirror, I was ready for this wild, college bash ride.

"Coming!" My heels clacked against the floor as I picked up my black handbag from the rack.

The door swung open and there he stood in all of his handsome glory, alongside a grining Wooyoung.

"Well hello there Y/N. You almost made my heart stop. Baby, you are on fire!"

Wooyoung winked at his own internal joke, but it made Yunho snap out of his trance. He ran his hand trough his brown locks and cleared his throat. He was wearing a black button down, top three buttons off, sleeves rolled up. The sliver of skin was enough to make me salivate. The veins on his arms were enought to make me go hungry.

"Hey Y/N. Wow... You look.... Just wow."

"Way to go big boy, your vocabulary is immaculate." Wooyoung jabbed him in the ribs and Yunho looked down at his shoes.

I glared at the shorter boy and smiled and Yunho.

"Thank you, buddy boy. I got dressed up all for you. Now, boys, we have a party to go to. Come on!"

Before he could react to my comment I was out of the door and down the steps to the exit. They followed after me as we stepped outside.

Yunho took the lead and opened his passanger door for me.

"Here you go Y/N."

"Thanks.... How nice of you to... -" "Hey that's my seat!"

If it weren't for my strength, I would be on my ass glaring up at this stupid, stupid boy.

"Knock it off Woo, it's hers for tonight."

The tone in Yunho's voice surprised the both of us. Shy, demure Yunho, being all manly? That did some things to me, not gonna lie.

"Okay, okay. I'll let her have it, but just for tonight! The things I do for young love!"

With his hands in the air, he let our a laugh before climbing into the backseat. Yunho shook his head and helped me sit as well. He walked around and hopped in beside me, turning the engine on and putting one hand on the wheel.

"Okay so the plan for tonight - get there, get drunk, then... Well that's all I've got."

The three of us laughed together.

"That's a smart and well thought out plan Woo." Yunho shook his head and turned on the radio to drown out the sound of his best friend.

"You do look really beautiful tonight Y/N. Sorry about my word vomit before. You kind of caught me off guard."

Getting shy is not my thing, but hearing him say it like that made me question if I, in fact, am bashful.

"Thank you. I must say, you look dashing as well. Black really is your colour." I winked and enjoyed his already flushed cheeks.

"Not to interrupt you lovebirds over there, but I think you missed a turn."

"Shoot."

After some driving around, we finally got to the place. I must say, college kids nowadays go all out on these things. The house was lit up and there was music blasting to the max. I could see couples making out along the walls, underaged teens sneaking their way in, and oh is that a beer keg thing? Boy, I'm too old for this.

"Come on people, let's party!" Wooyoung was out of the door before the engine was off.

"Is he always this energetic?" I turn to Yunho as I point in the direction his friend went in.

"Always. I think he was born a nuisance and stayed like that. You know, for once I'm glad he's like that. He hasn't been himself lately, and seeing him so enthusiastic gives me hope."

I smiled at the poor boy, feeling sorry he had no clue about the truth. In the end, this is why I'm supposed to be here. I need to keep an eye out for Wooyoung.

"Well then let's join him. You only live once, after all."

He smiled and we went up the steps leading to the grand entrance. It was packed with half-naked, grinding bodies. One of those bodies belonging to a person I hoped to never see again in my immortal life. He was still the same as 50 years ago. It didn't help that he noticed me, too. With a grin in his face,he made his was through the crowd and in front of me.

"Y/N Y/L. What a pleasure to see a familiar face."

"Seonghwa."

His black hair was longer now, bound by a hair tie. But his expression was the same as I remember. Same smug smile, droopy eyes and red painted lips.

Yunho stood confused for a second, noticing my trance. His hand took mine and if he hadn't squeezed me, I would still be as still as stone.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Seonghwa's eyes went to our hands and he smirked.

"My, my... You with a human? I must say, you surprise me Y/N."

Yunho for even more confused.

"Do you know this guy? What is he talking about?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Can you go get us some drinks? I promise I'm okay. Seonghwa's an... old friend of mine. Haven't seen him in ages."

"You're sure?" He squeezed my hand and I finally looked up at him.

"Yeah... Yes. Go buddy boy, I'll be right behind you."

He nodded, and with one last glance at Seonghwa, he was gone.

"So Y/N, baby. What is this about?"

My hard gaze caught his mischievous one.

"Do not call me that. You lost that privilege when you abandoned me to chase your own ambitions of becoming vampire royalty. And what the hell are you doing here anyways?"

He frowned for a second before putting himself together again.

"Hongjoong is a good friend of mine. I turned him a year ago when some freak stabbed him in an alley. Since then we've become like family. He has a hard time adjusting to vampire life, so I'm here to help."

He looked into my eyes.

"I know you are here on babysitting duty. That Wooyoung guy was collateral damage on one of Hongjoong's feedings gone wrong."

My eyes widened.

"You turned him? Is this what you do now? Turning innocent people for fun?"

Seonghwa's gaze hardened.

"You know I hate doing that more than anything. You know that best. I had to help them, I couldn't leave them be."

I was about to say something nasty to him when Yunho cađe back with two cups. He handed one to me.

"I didn't know if you liked alcohol so I got us some punch. Which is heavily infused with alcohol, a mistake I noticed right now actually."

He scratched at his head and gave me one of those bashful smiles again.

"Thank you, Yunho. I love punch...- " "Actually, she prefers red wine over anything else, but I suppose this will do. Enjoy yourselves kids. Glad seeing you again Y/N, you're as beautiful as I remember."

He out his cup in the air as a greeting and he was gone before I could blink.

"Wow, he's an asshole."

My eyes widened at the insult coming out of his mouth. How didn't I notice before...

"Yunho, did you have some punch before you came back?"

He nodded, a bit sloppy.

"Yeah, well... My nerves got the best of me so I chuged two cups. Did I mention I was a lightweight? No, probably not. Did I also mention that you look like an angel tonight? A red, hot, angel."

His bloodshot eyes reminded me this wouldn't be a conversation we'd be having if it weren't for the punch. But hey, a girl's gotta work with something.

"A red, hot angel? Can't say I've heard that before. Come on buddy boy, we need to find your pretty friend before he does something stupid."

"Hey how come you call him pretty? All I get is buddy." His little drunk pout was irresistible.

"Don't you worry. Wooyoung has got nothing on your handsome face. Don't get me started about your body." I winked and took his hand to lead him through the house. When I turned around all I could see was a goofy, but satisfied smile.

Not long after we found the troublemaker drinking from a vodka bottle, perched on top of the counter. He smiled widely when he noticed us.

"Well hey there lovebirds. How's it going? I drank my bodyweight in liqour but I can't feel a thing. Crazy, right? I suppose this is what comes with being..."

I put my hand over his mouth before he could finish the sentence.

"Hey Wooyoung, why don't we all head out for a bit. Since I know alcohol can lower your tolerance for different... Things."

He nodded and hopped down to his feet. My 'loverboy' was fast on our trail, although a bit pouty I let him go.

Once we stepped outside, the music wasn't so loud on mine and Wooyoung's poor ears. Yunho was in the background singing along happily. At least someone could enjoy it.

"I don't feel so good Y/N. I thought I could handle it, but I can't."

"You have to learn to fight it Woo. It won't be easy, but you have to resist. Remember that this is something you'll have to live with for eternity. It should be something you can control, not what controls you. You can do it, I know you..."

There was only one thing that could stop me mid sentence, even after a hundred years of practice.

Blood.

And by the smell of it, Yunho's.

"Aw man, I scraped my elbow on the wall. Clumsy me as always. Hey guys, you don't think I can die from this?"

Now, I've had my fair share of temptations, but I've got years of practice. I could see Wooyoung's eyes turning a crimson colour.

"Y/N. I want to bite him. I have to. The smell..."

"No, you don't. Listen to me Woo, you have to turn around and run. Please. You have to listen to me."

He shook his head and grabbed at his hair.

"No, no, no... I can't. Oh my God, I want to kill him."

I slapped him across the face.

"Listen to me you big baby. You think this is going to get any easier? It won't! You have to learn to control it. Ground it. Step on that desire. This is Yunho we are talking about. Sweet, funny, clumsy Yunho. Your best friend."

He closed his eyes and gulped. I could see the painful grip he had on himself.

"Y/N? Hey, is everything okay with Woo? I know I stumbled a bit, but I'm okay. Here I'll show you!"

"No, Yunho stay where..."

Everything happened in a second. Yunho took two steps forward and Wooyoung snapped.

He pushed past me at high speed and grabbed Yunho by the neck. I could see the shock sobering him up.

"Wooyoung! Let him go, now!"

"I can't Y/N. I can't! I have to eat!"

"No, please, Wooyoung! No!"

Before long, his fangs went into Yunho's neck. I pulled him off as quickly as I could and Yunho's body slumped to the floor.

"Let me go, please! I have to eat!" There were tears flowing down his face as he pleaded with me to let him go.

I could hear Yunho's shallow breaths as he laid on the ground. I couldn't let go of Wooyoung, but Yunho's situation wasn't any better. I was about to panic when Seonghwa appeared before me.

"Go save your boyfriend Y/N. I'll handle Wooyoung."

"He's not my... You know what, thank you. Please, be careful with him."

"I will, I promise."

I quickly ran toward the boy who got my cold heart beating and saw his face. He looked like he was asleep.

"Hey buddy boy, it's going to be okay. I'll make sure you're safe. Come on baby boy, you can do it."

I picked him up and leaned his weight on my side. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were long gone.

The night was hell. I took Yunho to my apartment and hooked him up to an IV I kept for when I accidentally fed on someone too much. He was laying in my room, covered with a blanket. He looked peaceful like this.

I couldn't help the guilt eating away at me. If I hadn't moved to this town, then Seonghwa wouldn't have tried to find me. It's always like that with us, but I think even he knows after last night, we are officially done.

I was too deep into my thoughts to notice Yunho's eyes opening.

"One hell of a party, was it?"

My head shot up to look into his eyes. He had a small smile on his face.

I sat beside him and put a hand on his cheek.

"Hey buddy boy, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. A bit tired and sore, but I know how I am when I drink. I didn't ruin anything for you, did I? I don't remember much after..."

He got quiet all of the sudden.

"After what Yunho?"

He swallowed.

"After Woo bit me."

The room grew cold in an instant.

"I saw you throwing him off of me. I also heard you talking about blood? It's all jumbled. Although I get it now. Your knowledge about the supernatural, it's beyond any book we've found."

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I was too scared, for the first time in my immortal life.

"I... Yunho... You are too smart for your own good."

He nodded.

"Yeah, I know that."

He saw my hands had gone back to my lap, so he reached over and grabbed them with his warm ones.

"I'm not mad at you, or Wooyoung. I get that you couldn't tell me. Doesn't mean I'm not butt-hurt about it. I am more upset that our night was ruined because I wanted to tell you something."

I locked eyes with him and instead of hatred, all I could see was...

"I like you Y/N. You and your brain, full of knowledge. Your strut in those heels. The way you smile, the way you smirk. Your big eyes, which apparently change colour. But most of all, I love that you helped me even with my awkward self almost crying of embarrassment."

"Oh, Yunho. You have no idea how much I've wanted to tell you the same thing. I like your smile, I like your big round, kind eyes. I love your clumsy nature. You've become someone very dear to me."

He squeezed both of my hands and sat up in the bed.

"Y/N. I'm going to kiss you now."

All I could do was nod.

His plump lips were on mine in a second. If our simple touch contained sparks, this kiss was full of fireworks. I couldn't stop myself from pulling him even closer by holding his face.

He seemed to have the same idea, and put me in his lap, arms circling around my waist.

We got a bit carried away, and the kisses soon turned desperate. Only when I heard him wince did I stop abruptly.

"Sorry baby, my neck hurts a bit more than I thought."

"Baby? Oh my... Sorry, yeah, we'll stop."

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I guess I'll have to get used to having a vampire girlfriend from now on."

Wait, what?

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, well, unless you don't want that?"

"Oh hell yeah I want that!"

He chuckled and pulled me closer, laying my head on his chest.

"Thank you Y/N. I can't wait to take you out on a real, not so bloody date."

I smiled into his chest.

"Yeah, me too."

One year later

"Woo, I swear to God, if you as much as drop one book I will snap your neck."

"Okay boss, I get it. Precious antiques and all."

"Don't make my girlfriend mad Woo, she's stronger than you."

"Yeah, yeah I get it."

He left to rearrange the new books he brought back with Seonghwa after their last trip. My ex has been helpful in training the newborn, because I have my hands full with another one.

"Baby, where do you keep your coffee cups with the lids?"

"Under the desk Yun, you know that."

He came up behind the desk with three cups and a bag of blood.

"Yeah, but you know me. This newborn brain gets me muddled."

He begged me to change him after our six-month anniversary. I had to think about it for a while, but I eventually accepted.

I can't imagine a lifetime without this giant, clumsy boy next to me.

And now, with his arms around my waist while we drink our daily dose of B positive, I don't have to.

"I love you, buddy boy."

"Love you too, my angel."

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houseofauggie · 2 years

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yandere!demon headcanon

The stalking started when you helped the little boy grab the stag stuffed animal off a shelf that was too high for him to reach, unaware that his father stood at the end of the aisle.

Or was it maybe when you consoled his son after the little boy dropped his ice cream in the park?

Or when his son scraped his knee on the playground and you comforted him as you patched him up with the first aid kit you always carried around because you were more clumsy than you seemed.

Come to think of it, there were too many memories of this man and his son showing up in your life for you to pinpoint an exact moment.

On the other end of the spectrum Alessandro could remember the very first moment he laid eyes on you, for that was the first moment he felt warmth since the birth of his son 3 years ago.

You were at work behind the bakery counters laughing with your coworker over a stupid joke, your head thrown back slightly and eyes closed lightly as your lips parted to unleash one of the most remarkable laughs he’d heard in his lifetimes.

Just like that he forgot all about getting his son a blueberry muffin and instead started imagining a future with you. That is until the little hand clutching his thumb disappeared as the toddler raced to the patisserie case, pudgy hand squished against the glass as he stared in awe at the chocolate biscotti.

His heart only further constricted watching you interact with his son, going so far as to let the boy sample the biscotti.

It was over for him when his son bounded back over to him with a biscotti crushed in his hand and demanded to take you home for unlimited treats. You laughed when the boy said it but only if you knew where it would end you.

hello again, I am back after four grueling shifts at work :/ meet my first ever oc alessandro, he's a grungy little man but he kinda cute. don't let him hear you say that though, he's doesn't take so kindly to being called small in any regard.

anywhore, I wanna make an introductory post for him but idk how and I don't have the motivation currently to draw a sketch of what he looks like right now :( anyways expect a meet the oc in a few days when I get the confidence to introduce him tho. leave me any requests or such in the little asks box thing, I've got quite a few fandoms I'd like to write for :)

also name recommendations for the son?? I have a theme I wanna follow but its not set in stone ^.^

august xx

#yandere #yandere!demon #yandere oc x reader #oc #demon #yandere x you #male yandere #he a dilf fr fr #chubby reader #<-----I plan to incorporate that in the future bc no taxation without representation yo #headcanon #yandere headcanons #writing #august xx

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docgold13 · 22 days

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Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

The New Gods

Eons ago, a great planet was split asunder when the old gods died in their final battle against one another. The molten remains of this world eventually formed two new planets. These new worlds were New Genesis, where the kindly Highfather ruled over a golden society of New Gods, and Apokolips, where the dread lord Darkseid ruled with an iron fist, psychically feeding off the despair of his subjects.

The two worlds waged war with each other, a war that lasted hundreds of years with no end in sight. As such, Highfather and Darkseid brokered a peace accord, a pact on nonaggression. The two rulers exchanged their infant sons to one another as a means of sealing this pact and an uneasy truce was established.

Yet Darkseid, while leaving New Genesis alone, went on to subjugate countless other worlds in his unending quest to discover the ‘Anti-Life Equation,’ a source of unlimited power that would enable him to dominate the entire universe. Aware of Darkseid’s treacherous schemes, Highfather sent his own forces to defend those worlds targeted by Apokolips.

Eventually, Darkseid set his evil sights on the planet Earth. The world was primitive by the standards of Apokolips, yet possessed great heroes whom Darkseid gravely underestimated. Superman was able to repel the villain's initial attempts to subjugate Earth and soon New Genesis declared the planet to be under its protection; that any further hostilities would constitute a breach in their pact. Darkseid capitulated and withdrew his forces, yet secretly continued to plot a means of either conquering or destroying the Earth.

Darkseid’s obsession with the Earth proved his undoing. The combined might of the Justice League and New Genesis defeated him and the ruler of Apokolips was killed. Darkseid was later resurrected and one more invaded Earth. His forces were defeated once again. Guided by Metron, Lex Luthor acquired the Anti-Life Equation and offered it to Darkseid. The villain greedily accepted, not realizing that taking this power would result in his essence becoming trapped within the great Source Wall for all of eternity.

The New Gods were created by Jack Kirby

#The New Gods #Justice League #superman the animated series #Jack Kirby #DCAU #cut-outs #paper art

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happypedrohours · 3 months

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Choose 1, or 2 or 3 (or all of them) from the following lists and send them to fellow Happy Pedro Hours partakers to get to know them better and to have a good laugh!! (We kindly remind you of the Tumblr etiquette back in the day which is that if you receive an ask, it's customary to send one back to the person so they get to answer one (or two or three) themselves)

Don't forget to tag all your replies #happypedrohours !!

June 22nd updates: added questions to Would you rather and Get to know me lists, new Either Or list at the bottom of the post

Would you rather list

Have mint ice cream or chocolate gelato

Have blackberry sherbet or lemon popsicle

Drink Coca Cola or Pepsi

Eat a pizza with mushroom or pineapple on it

Spend one day in a spaceship or one day on an icebreaker

Visit Mars or Saturn?

Live in a little cottage surrounded by frog pond or fields of horses?

Road trip through the US or Australia?

Spend a day wearing no make up or wearing too small shoes?

Learn how to make sushi or noodles?

Eat a hamburger dipped in chocolate or fries dipped in fluff?

Hike an active volcano or a rainforest during a storm?

Cuddle a bear cub or a litter of baby squirrels?

Go on the Orient Express or trek to Victoria Falls?

Sleep under the stars by a swamp or in a hammock hanging from a cliff?

Have universal respect or unlimited power?

Swim in a pool full of Nutella or a pool full of maple syrup?

Spend a week in the forest or a night in a real haunted house?

*updated list*

Always have to tell the truth or always have to lie?

Run your tongue down a NYC sidewalk or press your tongue into a stranger's nostril?

Be in the real-life version of "The Walking Dead" or "American Horror Story"?

Have the hiccups for the rest of your life or always feel like you're about to sneeze but can't?

Use sandpaper as toilet paper or hot sauce as eye drops?

Be sticky for the rest of your life or be itchy for the rest of your life?

Pedro Boys edition

Would would win in a hand-to-hand fight? Dave York or Din Djarin?

Who's the better parents? Din Djarin or Mrs Flores?

Who would win the race? Frankie Morales or Din Djarin (Razor Crest edition, no space jump allowed)

Who would win in a fight? Oberyn Martell or Marcus Moreno?

Who the better cuddler during wintertime? Javi G or Marcus P?

Who's the grumpiest when they show up at their surprise birthday party? Joel or Javi P?

Who has more fashion sense? Javi G or Oberyn Martell?

Who has the best aim with a gun? Joel or Dave York?

Who has the scariest intimidating scowl? Javi P or Joel?

Who is better at reading bedtime stories? Din or Marcus Moreno?

Who’s the best movie night buddy? Dieter or Javi G?

Who’s the best at barbecuing? Frankie or Joel?

Who would win in a eating contest? Marcus P or Max Philips?

Get to know you list

If you could go back to any time period, where would you like to go and why?

What's your favorite color and the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of it?

If you could be transported in any fictional universe, where would you go?

What's a song that reminds you of your favorite season?

Do you read books and if yes, what's your favorite genre?

Do you cook and what's your favorite dish to make?

What's the one place in the world you have always dreamed of visiting?

What is the first concert you attended to?

What did you want to be when you were small?

What’s your favorite swear word (in any language) and why?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

What was/is your favorite subject in school?

If you could only wear one color for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Who was your first celebrity crush?

What’s a weird smell that you really enjoy?

Do you have a favorite kind of flower?

Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Do you collect anything?

*updated list*

What color is your toothbrush?

What's your favorite summer activity?

What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten?

What's the sexiest animal?

What is the worst job you could have?

If you could paint anything, what would you paint?

Who is your favorite cartoon character?

Who's your favorite superhero and why?

*New category*

Either or

Museum or carnival?

Horror movie or romcom?

Tea or coffee?

Friends or How I Met Your Mother?

Cat or dog?

Left side or right side of the bed?

Bath or shower?

Paintings or sculptures?

Summertime or wintertime?

Hugs or kisses?

Apple juice or orange juice?

Unicorn or mermaid?

Apple or Android?

Netflix or Disney+?

Instagram or TikTok?

Cereal or toast?

Burger or tacos?

Dinosaurs or dragons?

Greek mythology or Egyption mythology?

New York City or Los Angeles?

Crossword puzzles or jigsaw puzzle?

#happypedrohours #happy pedro hours #asks #ask game #send away!!

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like-a-ruby · 2 years

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what osa women fail to realize when they kindly invite lesbians to remove themselves from feminism unless we’re willing to prioritize manloving women’s issues is that lesbians’ rights are the gold standard of women’s rights. consider all the ways osa women are hurt by men due to their attempts to oppose or limit male access to & authority over them/their kids/their language etc. now consider that lesbian existence represents a living breathing opposition to the dogma of unlimited male access & authority over women. this means a society where lesbians are accepted - where it’s legal & natural that some women exist who categorically reject dicks & husbands & fatherhood & heteronormative gender roles - is a society where bihet women are a hell of a lot freer and safer and more respected in setting their own boundaries

the opposite is not true, bc the existence & lifestyle preferences of manloving women does not inherently clash with patriarchal expectations

this means lesbians as a community could focus our feminist activism 100% only on lesbian liberation for the rest of time and we'd still be working for the benefit of all women by default. again the opposite is not true of manlovers’ activism which benefits lesbians incidentally rather than inherently

osa women don’t really see lesbians as women though, let alone as the women of women (as in osa feminists treat lesbians the way men treat women, expecting us to prioritize their issues & needs & point of view at all times for one thing) so they have a lot of trouble grasping that

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ur-fav-local-slut · 2 years

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You’re such a bully, y/n

Cw: gn reader, dom reader, sub xiao, ruined orgasm, dacrophilia

“S-stop it- youre so mean-“

Maybe you were, but how could you deprive yourself of the absolute desperate and flushed face of the man below you? Xiao was twisting In the restraints you had so kindly set up for him earlier. Ones he could easily rip to shreds but he holds himself back, he just wants to be good for you. His naked body writhed against the bed not sure if he wanted to escape from the feeling or if he needed more.

His face was flushed red the same as his cock you held in your hands. He panted and his chest heaved when you slid your thumb across his extra sensitive head. His previous ejaculations testing on his toned stomach or acting as lube as you slowly stroked him. You sped up and brought him right to the brink then pulled you hand away. Short ropes of cum spilled out regardless, in tandem with the tears that slid down Xiao’s face.

He wasn’t sure if he could take another ruined orgasm. His stamina and ability to get it up were virtually unlimited but his sanity was the thing being tested by your games.

He cried burying his face into your shoulder, silently begging you to let him cum for real.

“P-please y/n “ pant as you countine your asult on his tip. “ you-youre evil” you pushed him back wards, your sympathy dissipating. He knew he messed up and he obediently lied back waiting for his punishment-

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x reader smut #xiao smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact x you #xiao #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao x y/n

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year

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Salvation pt.4 - The Finale

Sorry it's taken a little while! Here's the finale 😊

This also answers the prompt from @tegan8314 who wanted Roy & "I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did." 😘 Thank you!

Full Masterlist

Roy Kent Masterlist

Salvation: CH1 | CH2 | CH3

You deal with the aftermath of telling Roy... - smutty smut in this chapter 🔥

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The weight that was lifted from you felt even greater than the weight of the payments you spent eighteen months making. The lightness when you’d made the final payment was nothing compared to the lightness you felt that afternoon. When you’d met up with Sammy and Rebecca, they were making plans with Keeley on who to interview and when. You greeted Sam with a smile and a warmth he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen from you.

“Could we interview Roy towards the end please? He’s just mentioned some… work stuff he could do with sorting out first.” He heard the fib as he stepped out into the corridor next to you. Rebecca looked up at him,

“I thought I said I needed you free for the day?”

“It’s my fault, I wanted the backstory on just about everything in here.” You smiled, gesturing around the hall of fame, “took up a bit too much of his time.”

“Nonsense.” Rebecca said kindly, just as Roy mumbled,

“Never,” quietly enough for you to hear.

“Better get on with it then, Coach. We’ll see you in the media room?”

“Yeah sure, won’t be long.” He’s still watching you as he leaves, watching Sammy silently questioning if you’re ok, and the relief in your responding nod. You know you’ve given him a total information overload, it was no surprise that he just needed a little time to decompress. The interviews went well, snapshots of how Ted Lasso had made an impact on their lives and how they’d carried that forward. How Rebecca was trying to bring community back to football rather than corporate, and how Roy as a former player, was the lynchpin to it all - having seen both sides and having experienced toxic locker rooms they talked a lot about the new family-style approach they’d adopted at Richmond. You hadn’t been expecting the level of pride you felt when you watched his interview late in the afternoon. It seemed you weren’t the only one who’d gone through some significant changes over the last few years. He held the same intensity and drive, but with less anger bubbling under the surface. Once the day had wrapped up and Sammy had thanked Rebecca and Keeley profusely for the unlimited access to the team, you both sat in your car in silence. You felt Sammy’s shoulders shaking and when you looked over the gearstick, he was silently laughing.

“What’s funny?”

“That was such an amazing day!” He laughed with glee, the lifetime Richmond fan inside him taking over completely after a day of holding his composure. You joined him in laughter, the two of you giggling like kids with tears streaming down your faces.

“Thank you for bringing me. I really appreciate it.” You reached over to give him a one-armed hug,

“Come on, let’s go home for dinner.” You guided your car through the streets of Richmond and parked up a few doors down from Sammy and Nia’s house. The house smelled incredible, like your favourite Nia dish, “not my wife making your favourite meal after a busy day at work!” Sammy teased,

“She loves me, what can I say?! You’ll be grateful when you have an on demand babysitter, don’t try and deny it.”

“Get in here you two, dinner’s ready and I want to hear how it went! Did he cry?”

“Not til the way home, he was totally cool, calm and collected all day. I’m very proud.” You giggle, taking plates from Nia and planting a kiss on her cheek. Sammy spent dinner regaling his wife with the whole story of the day of his dreams, while you spent the entire time thinking about Roy. Being able to explain to him, and return his watch, had finally closed the lid on the last three years of heartache and stress. It felt like the unfinished chapter of your life had been completed, ready for you to move onto actually living.

“You ok sweetheart?” Nia asked, gently once Sammy had stopped talking long enough to eat.

“Yeah, I’m good. I spoke to Roy, explained everything. He took it well, all things considered.”

“You are fully repented.” She smiled, “free.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, feels pretty good though. Feels like I’ve done enough to forgive myself and maybe that’s enough?” You finish up dinner and load the dishwasher despite Nia’s protests before heading home. You're preoccupied with making sure you’ve gathered all the junk from your car - coffee cups, laptop bag, handbag, water bottle, that you nearly trip over the body on your doorstep. “Oh fuck! Roy?”

“Yeah, shit, I didn’t expect a kickin’?” He rubbed at his shin with a wince.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to find you on my doorstep. How did you find my doorstep?”

“You had to fill in a health and safety form at work,”

“Pretty sure those are confidential?”

“Ok, I asked Sammy and he told me.”

“Ok, yeah I can accept that one,” you told him with a shrug. “How long have you been out here?”

“Hour or -” he checked his watch, the one you returned to him, “two. Closer to two.”

“I went to Sammy’s for dinner.”

“Figured as much. I didn’t have your number.”

“Should have taken it off the form,” you smirked,

“I prefer the element of surprise.”

“Coming in?”

“If that’s ok?”

“No, it’s not.” His face fell for a second, “I’m just messing. Course you can.” He followed you, as you turned on lights with your elbow and found a home for all the stuff in your arms. “Beers in the fridge,” you suggested, and he set to work uncapping them. When you get back to the living room, he handed yours over and you clink the necks of the bottle together,

“To forgiveness.” He muttered quietly.

“Is that what this is?”

“Course it is, what else could it be?”

“I wouldn’t expect you to forgive so easily. You don’t have to.”

“I want to. It’s not about my forgiveness, I reckon you’ve been fuckin’ torturing yourself for long enough.” You paused with the bottle halfway to your mouth. He’d get on well with Nia.

“Thank you.” You both drink in silence, leaning against the kitchen counter. “You were amazing today, you know?” He doesn’t look up from his bottle. “So different, but so familiar. Like… the best version of yourself, if that makes sense.”

“That’ll be the fuckin’ therapy.” He chuckled,

“Yeah? I should get on that.” The label of your bottle is peeling under the weight of the condensation, “I never meant to fall in love with you, you know?” He does look up at that, his gaze holding yours, “I thought we hadn’t been together that long, I could get away with just walking away and…” you wave your hand as you trail off.

“I never meant to fall in love with you,” He repeats your words, “but I did.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. One of those kinds of love where you spend the rest of your life wondering what could have happened.” He moves to stand in front of you,

“I only wanted to protect you. Protect your career.”

“I wish you’d given me the same fucking chance.” He cupped your cheek and you lean into it, “how many nights you spent working all those stupid hours and I could have just paid that money like it was fucking nothing. I made more than that in a week when I was at Chelsea.”

“I wouldn’t have taken your money, Roy.” Neither of you point out that you stole his watch instead.

“You wouldn’t have taken it, I’d have given it to you. I could have saved you from so much shit and pain.” His voice cracks a little at the tears openly streaming down your cheeks. He’s so close you can see the freckles on his cheeks, the fine cut line of his neatly trimmed beard. The soft lines in the corners of his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” You tell him.

“That’s my fucking line,” he leans down to you, brushing his thumbs lightly over your cheeks to wipe the tears away, “thief. That’s my watch, my line, my fucking heart… anything else while I’m here?”

“Your heart?”

“You never gave it back to me, you’ve had it the whole time.”

"Fuck me, Roy, that's a line," you sigh.

"I thought it was pretty good actually," he reasoned.

"It was very good. Do you plan on making the most of making me swoon?" That's all the permission he needs. He kisses you and you realise that he was also the last person you kissed three long years ago. He was the last person to really touch you, to hear your cries of pleasure, the last person in your bed. It's like he’s oxygen and you can't get enough. Your hands grasp at his top, pulling it off. You reach then for your own, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. He nips at your jaw and down your neck, "god Roy, I've missed you. F-fuck, I've missed this." He hooks a hand under your thigh, bringing it up over his hip and leans you back into the counter. The heat of your core presses against him and you know you’re already soaked with anticipation.

"Can't believe I let you walk away from me." He grunted, his mouth on your neck, your chest, your lips - anywhere he can. "Fuck, need a condom," he mutters. You shake your head,

"There hasn't been anyone since you." You confirm, embarrassed that it had been 3 years, he stops in his tracks,

"No one?"

"It wasn't exactly a priority initially, and then I just…" you shrug, "No one would have come close to you, Roy." His eyes are dark, his jaw clenched tight.

"Fuckin' hell," he growls, " Fuckin' hell. " His grip on your hip and thigh tighten, sure to leave bruises. You can feel his hard cock against your inner thigh and roll your hips into him,

"please Roy, fuck me and fill me up," you plead, turning his face with your hand so you can kiss along the neat line of his beard. He needs no further encouragement to unzip his pants and roughly push your underwear to one side. He pushes into you straight to the hilt without warning and despite the fact that your pussy is flooded for him, there's still a brief sharp pain as he stretches you to fit him. Once he's fully seated, he pauses to kiss you,

"You ok? You sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure, please don't stop," you beg, "please, Roy I need you to fuck me," the feeling of him inside you, surrounding you, has you babbling as he thrusts into you rhythmically.

"You've been waiting for this?"

"Been waiting for you," you can already feel your body tightening, the walls of your pussy clenching his cock desperately. After 3 years, you're half surprised you didn't come the second he pushed into you. "Jesus fuck, Roy -" you break off with a sob as you come. He's only a couple of stuttered thrusts behind when he spills into you with a low groan. When he pulls out, your thighs are sticky with your combined release.

"I love you," he whispers, "and I missed you and I'm not letting you get away this time."

"I love you too." Your eyes well with tears again, "I'm not going anywhere." Your heart could burst, you're so happy and you know you’re never gonna to walk away again.

FIN

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