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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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at your service • e. jaeger

synopsis: after an injury, your husband is more than happy to care for you.

content warning: influencer reader, super cute fluff, eren giving (y/n) princess treatment, mentions of bodily harm and injury, slight angst, tiny mentions of sex, casual dominance

📝: just some cute fluff with our favorite rapper because I need the comfort today and I couldn’t stop thinking about domestic musician eren. 🥹 he just does sum to me.

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“Is that right? Well, that’s unfortunate but I really don’t give a damn. My wife is hurt and there’s no way I’m leaving her side. Find somebody else.”

(Y/N) could hear the intense conversation transpiring between your husband and whoever was on the other line out of earshot. As per, Eren was being his irate self. Blowing off a performance that he just wasn’t interested in doing. He had been contacted by the directors of the University of Miami in hopes of getting him to headline at their annual homecoming festival. Which always featured some of the biggest stars. Granted, he might have taken the gig if he were bored enough and had absolutely nothing else to do but he couldn’t be vexed. Especially when his precious baby was lying in bed, leg elevated on a stack of pillows and wrapped in a cast. Your arm? Bandaged up and damaged from the result of a nasty fall during a routine at a concert. Somehow, the stage crew forgot to bolt your pole to the floor correctly and as you went for your solo, it went crashing and carried you with it! An eight foot drop that was more painful than anything you had ever felt: The footage went viral, as did many things you did nowadays and everyone was terrified for you. You let everyone know you were fine but would be out of commission for a while…as you had experienced two hairline fractures and a bruised rib. Needless to say, Eren was livid and after rushing to the hospital to ensure you were okay, he rushed to the venue to find the people responsible. Raising hell that no one was ready for.

for now, you were stuck recovering at home while your girls finished out the remainder of the tour without you. It was a bummer and your spirits were a bit crushed…

“Go ahead, I’m still not coming. So you can tell the college, AMG and whoever else to kiss my ass. (Y/N) is the only person I’m leaving this house for. Ask me again and I’ll quit right now. Don’t call me for shit else. Goodbye.”

luckily, you had the most handsome nurse on the planet to care for you! EJ hadn’t even so much as thought of a studio or anyone else. Staying by your bedside, waiting on you hand and foot once you returned from the hospital. He had just finished up his call and headed straight back to check on you. “Hey princess…how are you feeling? In any pain or anything? Something I can get you?” His sweet words followed by a gentle hand caressing the side of your face, followed by a kiss to the forehead. He knelt down beside you, swiping his thumb over your hand. Even in this state, he glared at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Currently, you were tucked into bed, surrounded by plushies, games, flowers, books and all things synonymous with a get well soon package. He had spent hundreds, if not thousands in a matter of days on beautiful bouquets and gifts to brighten your mood. He wanted to ensure that you didn’t go stir crazy or get FOMO while you were home so he ensured that your girls got to chat with you every day on FaceTime, watching them practice which made you feel better. Knowing they’d do everything in their power to make it the best show possible in your absence. Your fans poured into your DM’s and mentions, wishing you well and showing their love with edits of their favorite influencer and dancer. And you even made sure to hop on live when the pain medication wasn’t taking its toll. Even you guys’ housekeepers were working later just to ensure the lady of the estate had all she needed. A testament to your character and how well you both had treated them. Something many celebrities failed to do. It felt good to know that you were so adored. Turning your head to face your sweetheart, you’d run a hand underneath his chin and return his peck. The concern on his face was taking its toll and you had to remind him that you were just fine!

“I’m okayyyy, my love. I’m more worried about you. Have you even slept? And did you just cancel ANOTHER gig?”

a question he truly did not want to answer out of fear of you getting upset. Because truth was, he hadn’t been able to sleep much knowing that his princess was in pain. Hearing you wince from a cough that caused your rib to hurt or when your casts began to itch and couldn’t be touched. He couldn’t stand it..more so, he couldn’t stomach the thought of what could’ve been? What if you were in the midst of one of your more insane stunts? Ones where you were twenty feet in the air, dropping at insane speed to match the artist’s rhythm..only God knows how that would’ve ended. But even so, he was still going to do everything in his power to ensure your comfortability. Regardless of if it were at the cost of his own rest or reputation. All of his projects were on hold for further notice, his performances postponed and a meet and greet put on the back burner. A small sacrifice for his sweetheart he’d make any day. And he didn’t care who didn’t like it..

“Me? I’m good! I had a nap on the couch earlier so I’m straight. You though? You need to eat. When you’re done, I’ll help you get a bath and I can do your hair for you..I picked up some of that oil for your braids that you use. Your stylist told me everything to get.”

so typical of him..going above and beyond to make sure that everyone of your needs were met. Not changing word, not getting frustrated or angry once. Planning things out and thinking ahead so you didn’t have to. Almost as if he were glad to do it. He made your life so much easier and honestly, you couldn’t wait to get better so that you could pounce on him and thank your husband for all his hard work. You had heard and experienced first hand the horror stories of women getting left by their spouses when they’re sick or hurt. How calloused men could be. Your own ex would avoid you like the plague when you so much as got a common cold! So this was new to you but much more inviting. Thinking about it sometimes made you want to tear up..which was inevitable at this point.

eren would soon turn his head amid his prideful rant, feeling accomplished in doing something right to find your eyes welling up. “Wait, did I say something wrong?! I’m sorry if I—“ to which you’d halt with a laugh afterwards. “No..not at all. It’s just that..I’ve never had anyone be this nice to me before I met you. I’m thankful, ‘s all. I’m so sorry for burdening you with all of this.” To which, you’d find yourself immediately thrusted into a hug and a kiss to follow. Cupping a palm around your cheek, Eren delicately brushed away those tears and kept you in his grasp. “Stop it..that’s my job, princess. To make sure that you’re always taken care of. You’re the most precious thing in my life and the best to ever happen to me. I’d do anything to keep a smile on that pretty face of yours. I love you, (y/n) and I’d do this a million times over. So please, don’t ever apologize.” You had never seen such sincerity in his face. ‘Though sickness and health’ wasn’t just some empty vow for him. He meant every word and he was going to fulfill his promise of loving you unconditionally until hr drew his last breath. You were his entire world and nothing..not even a broken leg could change that. He didn’t love you any less because of it. “..Oh..Eren. I love you so much..” “I’m serious, princess. Don’t ever forget that. I love you more.” The two of you would seal your declaration with a deep kiss and do away with any sad thoughts. Hopping up immediately after, he’d return to his normally silly self and head off towards the bathroom. “Now that that’s settled, I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere.” Having to get at least one joke off on you. Which prompted you to smack your lips and giggle. “Where are you going anyways?” “To get the nail polish and face masks. My gorgeous girl deserves to be spoiled.” That and the fact that he thoroughly enjoyed doing it too. You were certain he’d have no problem getting comfortable with tending to all of your beauty needs in absence of your normal routine. Shaking your head, you merely chuckle.

“You know, I’m starting think you’re having far too much fun with this.”

which was fine, because he was happy to be at your service.

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mousy-nona · 3 months

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Two's Company (Three's a Crowd)

In which Lilith makes Lucifer an offer he finds hard to refuse, and Alastor has to figure out just how far he'll go to keep him.

Or, Alastor deals with Feelings, breaks into the Sistine Chapel, and causes an international (inter-Ring?) crisis.

NOTE: A few mentions of Helluva Boss characters in here. I don't watch the show, so apologies if I got anything wrong!

Alastor knew something was wrong the second Lucifer clumped downstairs. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out; his body language was practically screaming I’m in a bad mood! Comfort me! His face was pale – even paler than usual – and he stumbled into three different doors before finally giving up on the whole ordeal and flopping onto the couch.

With a sigh, he summoned the darkness and willed himself to appear standing over Lucifer, casting a long shadow over his face.

“Why so glum, old chum?”

Lucifer turned even whiter and waved him away, rolling to his side to avoid his gaze. “S’nothing,” he muttered.

Odd. Usually he would bite back. Determined to get some sort of reaction, Alastor hummed and drummed relentlessly on the top of his white top hat. “Let’s see. Why is his Majesty upset today? Another duck explosion?” He paused. Silence. “So no adorable toys were harmed in the making of today’s tragedy. Perhaps something to do with Charlie?”

A flinch this time. He was getting warmer.

“Charlie and the hotel? Charlie and the angels? Charlie and her big break up?”

“What? ” Lucifer bolted straight up, his eyes saucer-big.

“...a break up that never happened, of course. I had to make sure you were still listening!”

He narrowed his eyes. “You are one sadistic asshole, has anyone told you that?”

“Constantly,” Alastor said, his voice deep with pride. “So are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or am I going to have to make a few more educated guesses of my own?”

Lucifer sighed, rummaged through his pocket, and handed a piece of paper to Alastor. He’d clearly read it a thousand times over – the thing was crumpled, dog-eared, and folded over and over again. The smell of plum blossoms and gunpowder wafted over him as he carefully read the note.

Come up top. Tonight at sunset, the Sistine Chapel. Heaven has an offer for you. You may be able to fly with the angels again. -Kisses, L

“L…” Alastor’s eyes widened. “Lilith?”

Lucifer nodded, draping one arm over his eyes. “Lilith,” he said. His voice was distant, faraway. As if he was already out of Alastor’s reach.

A sharp pain like a gunshot ripped through his chest, so sudden he thought the hunter had come back a hundred years later to finish the job.

“Alastor?” Lucifer was staring at him.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

Alastor glanced down at the couch – where his hand was clamped tightly over Lucifer’s wrist. He hissed and forced himself to let go, staring at his traitor hand in bewilderment.

“Are you going to go?”

“She is my wife, Al,” Lucifer sighed. “And her offer sounds like an interesting one, to say the least.”

His wife. Of course, Alastor had known Lucifer was married. But it was the first time it had seemed like anything more than a running joke. To think there was someone else Lucifer might belong to… He grit his teeth, his claws cutting deep into his palms.

Alastor did not share. Never had.

Especially not with selfish she-demons who abandoned their families at the drop of a hat.

Should have taken better care of your husband, Lilith.

“Are you sure that’s the best idea?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral. “What if it’s a trick?”

“She wouldn’t do such a thing,” Lucifer said, quick to jump to the traitor’s defense. He frowned, as if Alastor was the one in the wrong. “She’s not like that.”

That pain again. Alastor’s hand twitched, half-tempted to rip his heart out and be done with these annoying, needless emotions for good. He’d managed to live a hundred and thirty delightful years without this pain, amusing himself with deals, with blood and bone and screams. Laughing at the trials and tribulations of lesser demons from a distance, where nothing and no one could affect him.

Then Lucifer and this damned hotel had come along. They’d changed…things.

And after all that, Lucifer thought he was going to walk away from all of it? From him?

The shadows roared to life by his side. Reality glitched, light bent, green lightning flashed, trapping the two of them in a dimension of their own. One of his tendrils shot out, intending to cage Lucifer in further, but he missed and smashed through the top of the couch instead.

He missed. He didn’t miss. Ever. What the Hell was going on with him?

Your control is slipping, his shadow whispered delightedly in his ear. What next? Are you going to beg? Go all sappy and tell him you –

“Never,” he whispered.

“Alastor! What the Hell is going on with you?” Lucifer barked, backing away from the gaping hole his tendrils had left behind. Alastor whipped towards him, and Lucifer blanched. “You...are you okay?”

He could see his own crazed eyes, his wild, out-of-control grin reflected back at him in Lucifer’s concern. He took a few deep breaths, getting his voice under control before he said, “I don’t think you should go.”

Lucifer paused, then shook his head. “I have to. I have to know what she wants.”

“Fine.” Alastor snarled, one of his shadow tendrils snapping uncontrollably at the air. One of them crashed into the couch, snapping it in two, and nearly tore the floor in half. “Do as you please.”

Then he called his shadows, and melted away before Lucifer could say another word.

Unwilling to spend another second under the same roof as that sad excuse for a king, Alastor headed to the one place he knew he could find a kindred spirit – Rosie’s.

The second she saw the look on his face, she wheeled out an assortment of her best treats – ladyfingers, blood pudding, buck’s eyes, and ladies’ navels – and poured him a pot of her finest tea.

“What’s the occasion?” Alastor asked.

“Does there need to be an occasion for me to pamper my friend?”

“Rosie,” Alastor said, and she stopped bustling about. His voice sounded tired even to his own ears, scraped clean of his usual boisterous gentlemanly artifice. “What’s the occasion?”

“You look like you need it,” Rosie said, her brow raised as she gave him a significant once-over. “To be honest, sweets, you look like shit.”

“You have such a way with words,” he sighed, plopping down on an empty chair and helping himself to a few buck’s eyes. They squished delightfully between his teeth, but he couldn’t taste anything past the sour disgust in his mouth. Disgust with Lucifer, for running back to Lilith the second she called. Disgust with himself, for caring .

“So what did Lucifer do?”

He nearly spat out the eye, half-chewed cornea and all. “What makes you think–?”

“Sweetheart.” Rosie leaned forward as she popped a ladyfinger into her mouth. “I don’t pretend to know or understand what’s going on between you and Lucifer, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Of course it’s him. You only get that funny little twitch in your eye when he’s involved.”

It was getting worse and worse. Now he was predictable too. The thread of his sanity bent and stretched perilously thin. Like a sailor being pitched this way and that in a storm, he scrabbled for something, anything to hold onto, and eventually managed to calm himself down by thinking of increasingly creative deaths for the angel. No Lucifer, no more pesky feelings. He’d be able to return to his old self. Impenetrable. Cold. Unfeeling.

You know it’s too late for that, his shadow, his honest half, whispered in his ear.

I’ll kill you too, he promised the shadow.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he trilled. His voice was strained, he sounded half mad. “Lucifer is meeting his wife on Earth, that’s all. It sounds like she’s trying to take him back to Heaven.”

Rosie’s cup clattered onto the table and shattered. Shards of glass and Gluttony’s finest tea flew everywhere, but she didn’t even flinch. “Is that possible?”

He shrugged. “You’ll have to ask Lilith.”

“Leaving you here…in Hell.” Understanding dawned over her face.

“Please, Rosie! I’ve done quite well for myself for a hundred years without him, I daresay I’ll go another hundred without sparing him another thought.”

One of his shadow minions tottered over with another cup. She accepted it gratefully, poured herself some more tea, and sipped at it, staring at him over the rim. He steeled himself. Rosie always had something unpleasant to say when she was giving him The Look.

“Alastor, I’ve known you since the day you dropped into Hell. And no matter what this odd place has thrown at you, you’ve cut through it all with a smile. This is no different. It’s another kind of trial, to be sure, but you’ve never run away from something before.” “I am not running away ,” Alastor hissed, annoyed at the mere implication.

“Oh? What would you call this then? Having tea with an old friend while someone else comes in and steals what’s yours?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Why should I care about what Lucifer does?”

She scoffed. “There’s no one else here but you and me, Alastor. You can admit it here.”

“Admit what?” The world glitched and the light flickered, turning red, then green, then yellow. His voice was monstrous, split into four different harmonies and overlaid with heavy static.

Rosie continued on, completely unaffected by his display of power. “You may not love in the same way that the Princess does, but the king has won a special piece of your heart, hasn’t he?”

“I do not lo–”

She cut him off, skewering him with a hard stare. “How long has it taken for you to find him? And do you really think if you lose him, you’ll be able to find someone so important to you ever again?” She laughed and took another calm sip of tea, completely unimpressed by the massive shadow of antlers and teeth bristling in front of her. “I always knew you were destined for great things, but to find a partner in the Morning Star? You’ve outdone yourself this time.”

Alastor shrunk into himself until he was back to his normal, strawberry-suited shape. “I don’t need him,” he snarled.

“No, you don’t need him. But do you really think you’ll be happy with him gone?”

Unbidden, a tidal wave of memories came crashing down on him. Lucifer yelping as he accidentally sat on one of Alastor’s unfortunate meal choices, Lucifer destroying every one of his radios in the hotel as revenge, Lucifer gagging when he joined him for dinner one day, Lucifer’s annoyed taunts, Lucifer’s shock when he accidentally-on-purpose snuck in a compliment, Lucifer’s broad smile, Lucifer, Lucifer .

You’ve never run away before. Don’t run away from this.

“No,” he whispered. Rosie’s smile widened until it nearly cracked her face in two.

“Good. Now, you mentioned they were going to Earth?”

He nodded, struck momentarily mute by the strange emotions twisting and roaring in his chest.

“I happen to know of a certain someone who might be able to get you there.”

Alastor gripped the grimoire in one hand, ignoring the screaming pain that made itself known every time he stepped forward. The portal had been surprisingly easy to create once he’d gotten his hands on the grimoire. It transported him to the front doors of the Sistine Chapel without a hitch – which was good, since Stolas had turned one of his arms and who knew what else to stone.

That crazy owl, he thought, there was no need for all that fuss. I was only borrowing it.

The sun dipped low in the horizon, casting a heavenly orange glow over the grandiose halls of the chapel. He’d never had a chance to visit when he was a human, and a part of him marveled at the beauty of it. Truly a pinnacle of human achievement.

He would appreciate it more, if his feet didn’t feel like they were slowly being roasted over a pit. The holy power in the building was strong, and he felt it sapping away at his demonic energy like hungry parasites. His arm was growing heavier and heavier with each passing second. The distinct taste of iron tickled the back of his throat.

But Alastor plowed on. Left, right, right, left, until he finally came to a hall much greater than the others.

Voices, one cold and high, and the other so familiar it made his chest ache, filtered through the door. He put one hand on the flat wood, ignoring the fire that blazed through his body as it did its best to exorcise him back to Hell, and pushed.

Lilith turned around first, her cold eyes widening when she took in his antlers, his sentient microphone, his razor sharp teeth. “A demon? Here?”

Lucifer turned then, and a whirlwind of emotions flashed across his face. First disbelief, then anger, and finally pure, bright happiness . It made Alastor’s skin prickle. He wanted to bully him relentlessly so he could never smile like that again.

He had always liked dirty things. Liked to smudge and ruin and tear until the good was shattered in two. Lucifer was proving quite a challenge – despite spending the entirety of the universe trapped amongst sinners, despite being separated from everything good and holy, despite his depression and his growing disbelief, there was something about him that was still pure .

Alastor wanted to ruin him.

“Apologies for barging in without an invite–”

But his big speech was ruined by Lucifer, who took a step towards him, his eyes shining. Lilith was watching them both through narrowed eyes.

“You came,” he said, his eyes shining. “You actually came.”

“Don’t read too much into it,” Alastor grumbled, knowing he would anyways.

“How did you manage–?”

“Let’s get into it later.” Alastor raised his chin, staring Lilith in the eye. It was foolish, he knew. Even without the consecrated ground sapping at his demonic power and burning him alive, he was exhausted from his battle with the Goetic Prince. Roughly a third of his body had been turned to stone. He was in no shape to take on the Queen of Hell.

But he was here now. It was too late for regrets.

“What are you doing here?” Lilith asked, sounding more curious than anything.

“Merely an interested party. Please, continue with your meeting. I apologize for my rude interruption.”

Lucifer drifted closer, his eyes widening when he saw Alastor’s ripped clothes. Alastor straightened, doing his best to look as normal as possible.

“Apology accepted.” Lilith turned to Lucifer. “So, what do you think of the proposal?”

“It’s an offer of a lifetime,” Lucifer chuckled, one eye on Alastor, always Alastor. Despite the massive amounts of pain he was in, he felt a sizzle of pleasure crawl up his spine. “I thought I was banished until the end of this world.”

“Things are changing. Charlie’s little experiment is making the higher ups nervous. They’ve decided they might need your help to set things right. And if you play your part, well…who knows what might be possible?” She held out her hand. To anyone other than Alastor, she might look like the posterchild of sweetness, of love. But he was a master manipulator, and he could recognize a well-crafted mask when he saw one.

Lucifer closed his eyes, indecision warring across his face.

“We can both go to Heaven, Lu. We can be together again.”

“Stay.”

Lucifer’s eyes shot open and he whirled around to stare disbelievingly at Alastor. Lilith’s gaze shot to him too, the first flickers of anger cracking her mask. Alastor ignored her, keeping his gaze steady on Lucifer.

“Stay in Hell.” He’d rather get fully petrified by Stolas than say the next part, but he knew he must. Alastor the Radio Demon did not run away. Taking a deep breath, he choked out, “Stay with me.”

If he had been human, the radiance that shone from Lucifer would have been bright enough to melt his corneas. Lucifer stepped fully towards him – turning his back on his wife.

“I’m sorry, Lilith,” he murmured as he raised his hand, wonderingly, towards Alastor’s cheek. Alastor flinched, but forced himself to stay still as Lucifer ran one gentle finger down a scratch he hadn’t noticed was there. The flesh knitted together, the skin stitching clean. He smiled at Alastor, and Alastor was seized with the strange urge to bite it off. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m happy where I am.”

“What?” She stuttered, looking uncertain for the first time. “But you hate the sinners! You’re miserable down there!”

Lucifer laughed. “I was miserable up there too. And you know, they’re not all bad.” He looped one hand around Alastor’s waist as they headed for the door. “They don’t leave me for a year without a single word, for instance.”

The door snapped shut with a satisfying thump on Lilith’s shell shocked expression.

“Man, I’ve been dying to say that one for months. Did you see the stupid look on her face?” Lucifer crowed. Alastor let out a weak chuckle, struggling desperately to keep his feet underneath him. Now that the danger was over and the adrenaline was leaving his system, it was getting harder and harder to keep his legs moving. The weaker he grew, the more the holy energy gnawed at him.

With a whoosh, he felt his stone foot go limp. He staggered into Lucifer, who caught him easily. His eyes widened, his hands tightening around Alastor’s shivering body.

“That’s right, this is consecrated ground,” Lucifer swore. “How did you get in, anyways? There should be wards for that kind of thing. And how the fuck are you still standing?”

“Surely you’re not asking me to reveal my secrets?” Alastor managed, swallowing hard past the stone his stomach had become.

“Come on, I can’t open a portal while we’re still inside. There’s an exit nearby. You should feel better once we’re off the grounds.”

Lucifer picked up the pace, heading determinedly towards a small door Alastor had completely missed the first time around.

“But seriously, how did you get on Earth? You can’t make portals, and you don’t have –”

His voice trailed off when Alastor held up a blue-bound book with a giant gold moon stamped on the cover. Stolas’s grimoire.

“ Are you insane ?”

Alastor coughed, and a line of red streamed down the corner of his mouth. “It would have been rather easy, except the imp’s owl-friend happened to be in the room when I arrived. Unfortunate timing, that.”

Lucifer paused, his face going slack with an odd mixture of worry and fascination. “You took on a Goetic Prince? For me?”

“It wasn’t as difficult as I imagined it would be. I’ve faced Overlords with more grit.” Again, he coughed, and more blood started flowing. “But there may or may not be an international crisis waiting for you back home.”

“Fuck the crisis. Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine.” Lucifer’s concern rankled. He was Alastor, for Hell’s sake. The Radio Demon, the strongest Overlord Pentagram City had ever seen. Even with his power half-shackled, he wasn’t some weak little imp that had to be coddled. “Stolas was too busy worrying about his favorite little pipsqueak to get off more than a few shots.”

Lucifer eyed the blood splattered down his front, but wisely decided against commenting further. As soon as they were off of sacred ground, Alastor started breathing easier. Lucifer summoned a portal and grabbed his hand to fly them into it – his left hand.

Lucifer yelped. “You – did your hand get turned into stone ?”

He shrugged. “Hand…and a few other things.” Lucifer looked horrified. “‘Tis but a flesh wound.”

“You–” Lucifer stopped, as if words failed to describe exactly how much of a lunatic Alastor was. “I gave up Heaven for you.” He said it slowly, as if he was testing the words, feeling out their price.

“I hope you’re not getting buyer’s remorse. It’s a bit too late for that.”

Quick as a flash, Lucifer grabbed Alastor’s neck and wrenched their mouths together. It wasn’t sweet. It was rough and desperate and bloody, and Alastor finally, finally let his instinct go free and slashed at Lucifer’s lips with his razor teeth. The golden blood that dripped from the shallow cuts was, for lack of a better word, heavenly.

Like burning ambrosia. A cloying warmth that bit and blazed while it healed. It made him shiver with delight. For this taste alone, he would blast through Stolas’s palace a hundred times.

When they broke away, Lucifer’s eyes were flames. “Never,” he breathed. Then he cracked his knuckles, his six wings flaring wide.

“But I do think I have a Prince of Hell to visit.”

#radioapple #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel #appleradio #jealous alastor #alastor-pov chapters are the bane of my existence #duckiedeer

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24hlevi · 1 year

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Congratulations for 1700 followers 🎉🤗

For the event :

Rin Itoshi and 11.forced breakup 😊

Would be nice ;3

Have a awesome day ;3 🫶🏻❤️

this was made for rin istg, thank you so much for requesting 🫶

— forget me

itoshi rin (blue lock) x gn!reader

genre: angst

summary: angst prompt 11(forced breakup) from my 1,700 follower event

warnings: language

rin is a professional player here

itoshi rin was deeply in love with you. even if he was traveling majority of the time with his team, he always made time for you. whether it be a 2 hour long phone call when he's in the hotel room after landing in a new country or sending packages to you while he was away filled with things he knew you enjoyed, he loved you. but sometimes being a professional also means having to please the public eye. that means getting rid of you.

it was right before the new season started that he broke up with you. even if he didn't want to, he had to. he loved you and he knew you loved him too and that this would tear things apart, but he had to accomplish his goals, his dreams. he just had to tell himself they were right, that you were becoming a problem. then maybe just maybe he would feel at least okay with doing this even if he knew it was wrong to do.

he figured to just make it short and to the point to lessen the blow, but it only made things worse in the end. with him trying to be as emotionless as possible around you so that you might believe this is what he wanted and not his pr team. but it was hard. he didn't want to lose you like this. but he had to choose. needless to say, he didn't choose you.

walking up to your apartment, a bag filled with food and drinks from the convenience store down the street in his hand, he rang the doorbell. tonight was the night. well, more like right now. rin had boughten you all of your favorite snacks and soda, hoping maybe if he gave it to you first and then said it that it might be a little less painful. he hoped a lot it would.

you quickly opened the door, immediately smiling when you saw his face. "hey! what are you doing here so late? it's half past 10," you said to him, opening the door more and starting to walk away, "come in."

"wait," rin said hesitantly, making you stop and turn back around to him. "i bought you some stuff." he held up the bag towards you, not taking a step inside but remaining outside on the doormat.

tilting your head to the side in confusion, you reached and grabbed the bag, peering inside of it and smiling bigger. "you got everything i like! is there a reason for this or are you just feeling sappy today for some reason?"

"there's a reason," rin replied, adjusting his stance as he moved some of his hair out of his eyes. "y/n, i think we should stop seeing each other."

the way your smile immediately dropped from your face felt like a punch in the gut for rin, knowing it would only get worse for you but better for him. he was regretting it already. he shouldn't have agreed to it. he should've kept denying your involvement effecting his work. but there was no turning back now. not anymore.

"what?" you questioned, "y-you're joking, right?" your voice cracked slightly near the end.

rin shook his head, averting his gaze and looking down at the ground as he continued speaking, "it's not a joke. i think this should end. i'm going to be famous, and to do that i need you out of my life." he wanted to add more, but he bit down on his tongue to stop himself from making it worse. 'just keep it short' rin could remember his pr team tell him. 'it'll hurt less that way' what a fucking stupid idea. short only made it worse.

"so that's what this is about? you becoming famous? so famous that you have to get rid of me?" you asked, taking a step closer to him as he took a step backwards. "that's the reason? what a fucking dumb reason, rin. i have been here for you through everything, and this is what i get in return? a bag filled with shit that you bought as what? your last gift? well fuck you!" you threw the bag at him, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

rin looked at you with shock, not expecting this reaction above anything else as he raised his hands up in surrender. "hold on a second-"

"no." you cut him off, pushing him away from you. "you think you can just throw everyone away out of your life? just to what? get over a damn grudge you've had since your teenage years with your fucking brother? grow up, rin. i never want to see you again." you finished, going behind the door and slamming it shut on his face.

rin could barely see out of his eyes, his vision suddenly becoming blurry to the point where he had to rub his eyes and feeling wetness on his fingers. was he crying? he hadn't cried in so long he couldn't tell. he expected a bad reaction, but nothing this bad. he couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face, covering his mouth so no one would hear his sobs as he stood there in front of your door. pulling his wallet out of his pocket, he took the picture out that was you and him and crouched down, sliding it under the door before turning and walking away.

he didn't even grab the bag off the ground, not wanting to stay a second longer as he cried the whole way back to his car quietly. once entering his car and closing the door is when he broke down. sobs wracking through his body loudly as he leaned his head on the steering wheel. there was no undoing this now. he had possibly said the worst thing as an excuse for this, resulting in him not being able to rewind and change what he said, making him an even worse mess.

he wanted to go back to your door, to apologize and tell the truth. that his pr team wanted him to do it and not himself. but he knew it would make no difference if he did. he already fucked up. there was no way to change it.

rin cried the whole time he drove home to his own apartment, continuously wiping his eyes with the palm of his hand before making it inside his place and sliding down the door, hitting the back of his head against the wood while crying. he should've just said no, he wouldn't break up with you. things would've been better then. but it was too late. he needed you to forget him so he could forget you. then maybe things would finally go his way.

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The carriage takes us back to the court.

All the while, my body was still trembling.

Rio: "一I'm going out for a bit."

Emma: "Hold on!"

Luke: "Calm down."

Rio, with his eyebrows furrowed, is about to leave the infirmary, which is filled with a peculiar medicinal smell and a very furious mood.

Needless to say, Luke and I instantly reached out.

Rio: "How can this keep me calm!?"

Rio: "He took Emma on a shady soirée and then unleashed his murderous intent and got violent…?"

Rio: "Even if he's a prince of a great nation, it's still a matter of execution."

Rio: "I'm sorry if I don't put Prince Gilbert in the same situation as Emma!" // "I can't wait until Prince Gilbert suffers the same fate as Emma!" **

Emma: "No, no, absolutely no!"

I go ahead of Rio and stand in front of him with my arms outstretched.

If I hadn't done this, I really would have gone to Prince Gilbert to beat him up.

(… I'm sorry for worrying you.)

Rio had apparently been waiting in front of the castle gate for a long time because I was late getting home,

He looked like he was about to cry as I came back with a pale face, my body was trembling, and I had a bruise on my back.

("It's okay," I said repeatedly, but I guess I wasn't very convincing.)

Luke: "Rio, stay. Sit down."

Emma: "Emma, don't push yourself too hard."

Luke picks me up with one arm, then he grabs Rio by the collar on the back and makes him sit down in a chair.

He gently lowered me onto the bed as well.

Luke: "Does your back still hurt?"

Emma: "Nope. I got better after taking some medicine. The trembling has subsided, I'll be fine."

Rio: "… It's not okay. Emma, please don't push yourself in front of us."

Emma: "Yes, thank you."

Luke: "… You have no idea."

Emma: "I'm fine, really. However, the more I calmed down, the more angry I got."

Emma: "The murderous intent and Clavis’ behavior that I don’t quite understand..."

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Clavis: "Now, gentlemen, I apologize for the delay. Let the feast continue."

Clavis: "Tonight our special guest is Lord Gilbert. You can either settle your grudges or offer your business to him."

Clavis: "I hope you take full advantage of this opportunity."

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(Not that I don't believe Clavis.)

(But if he behaved like that, I would have to misunderstand him.)

Rio: "As far as Emma's story goes, it sounds as if he's a traitor."

Luke: "Not "as if," but "yes."

Emma & Rio: "Oh, I see."

Emma & Rio: "… Really!?"

Luke: "Oh, perfect rhythm."

Emma: "Clavis, is he really betraying Rhodolite!?"

Luke: "Maybe. Don't you know there are rumors that he might be an Obsidian spy?"

Rio: "If I knew, I wouldn't let him near Emma!"

(I wonder if the rumor is even famous in the court.)

Come to think of it,

Prince Chevalier also seemed to know that the anti-monarchy people were gathering at Clavis's secret soirée.

(... An act of open betrayal, not hiding it?)

It seems as if he is proud to say that his actions are not wrong.

It makes less and less sense.

Luke: "I don't know what you're thinking, but Clavis was responsible for the assassination attempt on Chevalier the other day."

Luke: "He's working with some of the anti-monarchy faction, and he's sending a number of assassins after him."

Emma: "… My head hurts."

Rio: "As of today, Prince Clavis has been promoted to the top of the blacklist."

(I'm also... probably the next person to watch out for after Prince Gilbert.)

Emma: "Does everyone know that Clavis is working with the anti-monarchy faction and sending assassins?"

Luke: "I don't think so. Chevalier probably knows, but I am not sure about the others."

Rio: "Then how did Prince Luke know?"

Luke: "Hmm... wild guess."

(It looks like he's slightly averted his eyes now…)

Luke: "Anyway, it's best not to get involved with Gilbert or Clavis. Especially Gilbert."

Luke: "Emma, you must cut all ties with him."

Luke's proposal was unlike any before.

Emma: "Impossible. If I go against Prince Gilbert's wishes, he will surely spread the word that I am Belle."

Rio: "But I'm sure Prince Gilbert doesn't have proof that you are Belle."

Rio: "If it's only a verbal threat, you can deceive him as much as you want, right?"

(If you ask me, I may not have been shown any evidence of "Belle".)

The only indication that I am Belle is the "covenant" that I signed on my first day at the court.

The rose in the glass dome is now under strict control in Sariel's room,

But that one would be deceptive at worst, even if it were found.

(Only Sariel knows where the covenant is located as well.)

(Even Prince Gilbert shouldn't be able to obtain it so easily.)

Up until now, I had been swept up in the atmosphere of Prince Gilbert knowing everything,

Once I stopped and sorted out the situation, I realized that I had not yet fallen into a situation from which I could not recover.

(Although I don't know what will happen if Prince Gilbert gets serious...)

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Chevalier: "Be my pawn, simpleton."

Emma: "... Pawn?"

Chevalier: "As your friend, I'm asking you to find out what you know about it."

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Emma: "—I will never stop being Prince Gilbert's friend."

When I stubbornly shook my head, both Luke and Rio frowned.

Luke: "You're too nice to be around him."

Luke: "Gilbert's the kind of guy who has the whole world holding a grudge against him."

Luke: "To be stabbed in the back like today is a daily occurrence."

Luke: "But you wouldn't hesitate to help the world's greatest villain, would you?"

Luke: "You shouldn't be around Gilbert."

Rio: "Me too... I can't tolerate it this time."

Rio: "It was unbearable to be in a position where you were shunned from the beginning." // "I couldn't stand the fact that you were in a position where you were neglected in the first place."

Rio: "I'm afraid that one day you'll be permanently scarred."

I had nothing to say back to him.

(Being around Prince Gilbert doesn't just antagonize those around me.)

(It makes people so uneasy to be around me.)

I thought I could tolerate the cold world created by Prince Gilbert if it was just me.

Even if I was isolated at the Rhodolite, I thought I could endure it alone.

—Until I saw the way their eyes flickered anxiously.

Rio: "Being around Gilbert is not good for you."

Rio: "I'll do something about it, please."

Rio: "Emma, come back."

(… I guess I'll go back to my routine once I get away from Prince Gilbert.)

(I don't feel that kind of murderous intent, I don't tremble with fear, I don't get scared of good intentions…)

(I wonder if I can go back to a world where no one is hostile to me and no one around me is unhappy.)

If I wanted to, I am sure Rio and many other princes would help me.

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Emma: "…… Is it true that you are lonely?"

Gilbert: "I wonder."

Gilbert: "I don't know what "lonely" means."

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Emma: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "I…—"

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Gilbert: "… What is it? I'm in a bad mood today."

A time when all the lights in the court go out and everything melts into the darkness of night.

Deep in the woods surrounding the castle, Prince Gilbert was in a secluded chapel.

The chapel, which is not used except for important ceremonies, has an airy atmosphere despite being a sacred place.

Rather than the location, it seemed that the reason was Prince Gilbert, who was clinging to the place like a thorn on a rose.

Gilbert: "Depending on your words, I think that your head will be blown off soon."

Emma: "Please don't threaten me."

Emma: "… You knew I was following you, didn't you?"

After leaving the infirmary, I stood waiting at the window for Prince Gilbert to come back from the evening party.

He came back earlier than expected, but for some reason, Prince Gilbert did not go to the guest room after getting out of the carriage,

I went to places where there were no people, and finally arrived here.

Gilbert: "That was a bad tailing. You are not cut out for stealth."

Emma: "… I know."

(I feel each word is sharp today.)

I breathe in the quiet air of the night and proceed to the far end of the chapel.

Prince Gilbert, who was standing in front of the altar, finally turned to me.

Gilbert: "Did you come here to say goodbye?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "You're an idiot. You have no right to choose when you have my attention."

(I feel like he even sees through Rio and Luke's conversation.)

Even if he is not there, Prince Gilbert is able to accurately tell what happened just by guessing.

(But…)

Emma: "You’re wrong."

Gilbert: "Then what?"

Prince Gilbert, carrying the moonlight on his back, smiles.

But a smile that didn't reach his red eye.

Emma: "I thought about it calmly."

Emma: "I did something careless..."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "If Prince Gilbert hadn't thrown me away, I would have had more than just a bruise by now."

Emma: "I was so scared at that time that I wasn't thinking properly…"

Emma: "I never thanked you for protecting me."

Gilbert: "Ah… You were the kind of person who wanted to politely say thank you."

Emma: "… Yes."

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Emma: "Even if the other party is a prince of an enemy country, even if he doesn't see people as humans."

Emma: "That's not a good reason to lack civility."

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(Even if I was protected by Prince Gilbert's belief that "I don't want my prey to be hurt"...)

(It doesn't change the fact that I was saved.)

Gilbert: "Did you just wait for me late at night just for that, and did you come to a place where help wouldn't come?"

Gilbert: "Don't you know how scary it is to be alone with a beast?"

Emma: "… I already know that. And that depending on what I say, there will probably be more injuries."

Gilbert: "Then you should go home quickly."

Gilbert: "I didn't go back to the guest room because I didn't want you to talk to me."

Gilbert: "I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to follow me all the way out here, but..."

Gilbert: "I don't want you to do anything that will irritate me any more."

(He's still angry…)

It does not make sense to me.

And it was also surprising.

Although Prince Gilbert is smiling now, his emotions are blatantly expressed.

Emma: "I was sure that tomorrow, Prince Gilbert would be back to normal. I thought it would be too late for that."

The air was heavy with bloodlust, but I had no intention of backing down.

Emma: "What was it that you didn't like so much?"

(At first, I wondered if my actions were taken as making fun of Prince Gilbert.)

(But I have a feeling that's not all.)

In fact, I will have to ask Prince Gilbert about this one.

Gilbert: "Why do I have to explain all that to you in such detail?"

Emma: "… Because I want to know."

Emma: "If I don't know, Prince Gilbert, then we can't even have proper communication."

Gilbert: "I think that's fine. You can't talk to me. A beast has no concept of communication."

Emma: "No. It was precisely because I saw Prince Gilbert right now that I was convinced that we could talk about it."

Emma: "… Because a real beast wouldn't show such emotion."

(Even Prince Gilbert, who doesn't see people in his eyes, has a "heart.")

(If he has a "heart," he can even have a conversation.)

Prince Gilbert blinks his eyes and smiles.

He may have something on his mind.

Gilbert: "It certainly doesn't feel like me."

Gilbert: "But you really don't know either? Just think about it, and you'll understand."

(The real reason for Prince Gilbert's displeasure is...

Emma: "Was it because I didn't think things through?"

Gilbert: "Heh, so you were aware that you weren't thinking?"

Emma: "… I don't think I did anything wrong."

Gilbert: "It doesn't matter. You almost died."

Gilbert: "… Do you have any idea how it chills me to the core?"

(Oh...)

(… I mean…)

Gilbert: "It's a good thing I happened to be able to react, but it doesn't work every time."

Gilbert: "I'm not an omniscient, omnipotent god. I may be better than most people, but that's it."

Gilbert: "You could have died because of your own carelessness."

Prince Gilbert closes the distance between us and pulls my arm.

My leaning body was settled in his cold chest.

Gilbert: "Well, that's just unpleasant. If you died because of me…"

Gilbert: "… I'll never be able to face it."

(. . . . . .)

When I tried to raise my face, his hand pressed me against his chest.

Maybe it means "don't look."

(I didn't think that... that was the reason.)

(Because the person I'm dealing with is a prince of an enemy country who treats me with malice...)

(… Even though he seems to think my life is not important.)

Emma: "I-I'm sorry…"

Gilbert: "Are you really sorry?"

Emma: "I am…"

Gilbert: "Then you won't do that again, right?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "... Right?"

Emma: "I don't know..."

Emma: "… I don't want you to get hurt, even if you are a prince of an enemy country."

(… Even though I just received such murderous intent...)

I don't want to lie to Prince Gilbert.

Gilbert: "It's repulsive the way it is."

He hugs me so tightly that I have a hard time breathing.

It was physically painful, but my heart was also screaming.

(You're a prince who plans terrible things, but you're always, always… kind to me.)

Emma: "Are these concerns... also a trap?"

Emma: "Everything, everything... for wanting to isolate me—"

Gilbert: "... Yes."

Gilbert: "All my kindness toward you turns to malice."

Gilbert: "In my position, I will never show good intentions to you."

(… But this time, Prince Gilbert didn't mean it.)

(Because if everything was part of the plan, he wouldn't be so emotional.)

Prince Gilbert's kindness to me is probably genuine.

However, the position of being the prince of the enemy country is just repainted with malice.

Prince Gilbert knows this and is being kind to me.

Good intentions and yet bad intentions, bad intentions and yet good intentions—

Emma: "It's driving me crazy."

(I don't know how to take this.)

It's not the same as denying it, and it's too careless to affirm it.

Emma: "You're someone I should be wary of, someone I shouldn't trust…"

Emma: "I'm wondering if you're actually a good person... Sooner or later I'm going to think of something stupid."

Gilbert: "Yeah, you can't defend that. You're an idiot."

Gilbert: "I will never be a "good person" to you."

Prince Gilbert loosens his arms as if to push me away.

I looked up, and there it was—just the same refreshing smile as usual.

Gilbert: "Didn't I tell you about my business earlier?"

Emma: "Uh… That's right. There was that problem too!"

(Obsidian announced its support for the anti-monarchy faction... That should never be allowed to happen.)

Emma: "Did you really mean what you just said?"

Gilbert: "Of course."

Gilbert: "Because it wasn't just me, it was the Emperor's will."

Emma: "The Emperor of Obsidian?" // "Obsidian's... Imperial Majesty?"

The beating of my heart may be a warning from my instincts.

Gilbert: "Come to think about it, you don't know."

Gilbert: "The Emperor is ruthless, cruel, inhumane, and demoniacal. A beast among beasts, a madman who never speaks at all."

Gilbert: "Even Obsidian's aggressive expansion of its territory was mostly at His Majesty's command."

Gilbert: "The king of Rhodolite is also said to be a "fallen beast," but that's still a bit naive."

Gilbert: "Our emperor is truly the end of the fallen beast."

(All I know is that he's a hell of a guy from what I've heard.)

(But the way you put it just now... I wonder if Prince Gilbert doesn't think very well of His Majesty the Emperor.)

Gilbert: "As long as His Majesty the Emperor is harming Rhodolite, I will never be able to understand you either."

Gilbert: "You said we should try to communicate before resorting to force..."

Gilbert: "You know how difficult it is to talk to me, don't you?"

Emma: "… That's right."

(As much as the rift between the anti-monarchy and the Rhodolite princes...)

(There is also a deep rift between me and Prince Gilbert.)

Gilbert: "I can only be villainous to you."

Gilbert: "… Unfortunately"

(……)

(… I wonder if he meant what he just said.)

Even though he hates me, there are times when he hits me with emotions that are far from disgust, like today.

The rift is deep, and yet it's inconsistent.

(So, I–...)

Emma: "… Earlier, Luke and my butler advised me to cut off all ties with Prince Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Yeah, setting aside whether it's possible or not, it's the right decision."

Emma: "But I don't want to cut off all ties with you."

Gilbert: "Because you're threatened?"

Emma: "That's part of it, but..."

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Emma: "I'm going to change that."

Luke & Rio: "Change?"

Emma: "I don't want to worry Rio and Luke, and I don't want to run away from Prince Gilbert."

Emma: "So... I will start by restoring the "cold world" created by Prince Gilbert."

Luke: "And how will you do it?"

Emma: "Of course, through communications."

Rio: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "I'm going to get back to the normal life that I know and—"

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Emma: "I want to involve Prince Gilbert in my daily life."

Gilbert: "… What's that? What do you mean?"

Prince Gilbert seemed unable to grasp the intent of my statement.

Emma: "Originally, my daily life was full of people's kindness. Malice is nothing more than that."

Emma: "So I will change the current situation through communication, and this time I will drag Prince Gilbert into it first."

Emma: "It's like I can take Prince Gilbert's good intentions as good intentions..."

Emma: "If I add a layer to such a world, I can become friends with Prince Gilbert in the true sense of the word."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(I want to believe that communication is possible no matter who you are dealing with.)

(So start with what we can do.)

If we could really change the cold world we live in today by communicating—

It should also be possible to find a way to communicate with Prince Gilbert, who is an absolute evil.

Emma: "So, once again..."

I hold out my hand to Prince Gilbert.

Emma: "Please be my friend."

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scribble-dribble-writes · 1 year

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Okay okay, so I’ve been thinking about a kind of reverse little mermaid situation with also a soulmate AU… Can I please request a Namor x fem!shy!human!reader where she’s on a cruise or traveling with friends on a boat, but she falls off the boat, into the waves. Namor is close enough to the surface that he sees this happen and for a reason unknown to even himself, he feels a strong connection to her and saves her and drops her off on the shore. She goes back to the beach looking for him after that, wanting to thank him before her vacation ends, but also feeling a strong connection to him, almost yearning for him. Their (soulmate) connection leads to her stumbling upon his cave, and the moment they lock eyes everything sets into place🥺🥺 Needless to say, Y/n’s vacation turns into her moving in with Namor, him giving her the ability to breathe underwater/also aging as slow as he does, and also her becoming his Queen + lots of love, kisses, and cuddles🥺 Namor being soft for his little human🥺

Haha this needs to be a fic on its own cause the storyline is amazing. Sorry for taking a while but I've tried my best at condescending it all into one chapter. Hopefully I've done it some justice

But here goes 💖

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He was on his regular patrol, everything was in place, nothing had breached their barriers. It relaxed him, for a minute he got to be who he was, he paddled lazily through the water, he owned these seas. He was it's caretaker but on the days he needed it the most, the water took care of him too. The night sky had blanketed the waters into darkness and in it he felt free. The faint touch of moonlight seeped through the soft waves. He had a lot on his mind. His pestering need to reach out to Wakanda, the fear for the future of his people and his burning wrath for the world above. But he lived in no fishbowl, the waves welcomed him as Namor swam through, his heart being pulled towards a point in the middle of nowhere. Curiosity got the better of him. Instead of moving away, he drew closer. But even though the moon dimmed it's light, he could make out the shape of the element that sat there. A ship, his nostrils flared, this was a nuisance he could not stop. He kept away from these vessels. They only brought danger. He turned to go, angered that his heart had tricked him when he heard a splash.

Angelic, it was an entity draped in white that fell into the dark. The fabric fluttering like wings when he came to realize it was a woman. Your face frozen in a stillness it was almost like you were asleep. He did not involve himself in these matters. This was outside his control but that faint tug in his heart was back and it was telling him to save you. He looked at the ship above that had sailed a few feet away without a care as though you meant nothing. They left her behind. He heard his sister's voice in his head,

why do you tamper with things beyond your reach?

Because he was part merman, like the fables, he had an inkling towards treasure and one was sinking right before his eyes. So he reached for you, your face ethereal almost as if you were a mermaid who had been lost to the surface.

He emerged gently, his wings fluttering softly, as the warm beach sands heralded his entry. He carried you in his arms, his eyes unable to look at anything else, his mind racing with questions. But he needed to leave and you could not know of his presence. His eyes fell to your lips and wondered how his name might sound if you said it.

Delirious. All these years being a lonely god had made him mad. He placed you near a cove, sure enough the when the morning came someone would find you. Turning to see the sky becoming lighter meant he had to leave, anytime now and you will awake from the sleep her had put you in. But there it was again, that need to linger and even though Namora's words rang caution in his ears. Today he felt fearless and that was rare to come by. He drew closer, to memorize your face, pushing away the strand of you hair to see the soft rise and fall of your cheek.

Would it be an offense if he stole a kiss?

The ruler of the seas committing a crime for a woman he had met only a few hours ago?

He shook his head, a soft laugh breaking through, he was delusional, he had access to everything, the needs of a nation he had to fulfill and this was what he wanted to create chaos for?

The soft light of dawn touched your face and he couldn't help himself, how his body fell towards yours, how his lips craved the warmth of your skin as they touched your forehead. But as he drew back, your brown eyes found his and he froze. Locked in this moment with the chocolate myrrh of your eyes only tipping him further. He wanted to take you back to Talokan with him. But it was his instinct to take and you weren't his. He hardly knew your name.

So half heartedly, he waved a vial beneath your nose but it struck him when he felt your fingers trail his cheek.

"I've seen you before.", you mumbled and his eyes widened. Fear clutching his throat. The sleep potion was kicking in when your eyes fluttered to a close.

"in my dreams.", you said finally as you fell back into sleep

His heart stopped for a second. A car drove past and fear jolted him to go back to the waves that called to him as though he was running out of time. So he walked away restlessly and dove into the cold waters, you knew who he was and he had kissed your face giving into his impulse. Unusual, he thought.

But the feeling of your fingers on his cheek, he craved it and he didn't crave for many things, that was the price of a long existence. His heart did have an inclination towards the mystical and you were now a part of it. As he waded into the depths, he thought of a sign.

If he visited the shores tonight and if you were there, then it was true, this was magic.

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Tha man in your dreams, so was real, or maybe it was just another vision. The side of your head throbbed in pain. It was one of those headaches again, ever since your engagement, these had begun to occur. As though you were making a mistake, as though you were meant for more. But instead of taking heed to these 'dreams', you chose to brush it away. Leading to this, mess.

Your heart sank, coming to the revelation that no one in the cruise had searched for you, after all it was your own wedding. The bride going missing should have caused for chaos. Or may be there was an upheaval and you weren't there to witness it. The twist however, was the comfort with which you walked along the shoreline now. You were free. You could start a new life or do whatever you wanted because by some turn of fate you had escaped. He had helped you, whoever he was.

The ticket was booked and you could go home tomorrow, and yet you were here as though your heart belonged to the sea. It felt like home, the sound of rushing waves and the smell of salt. You look at your feet to watch the sea foam recede to pick up a piece of sea glass that caught your attention. But when you looked up, there he was.

In front of you. Solid and beautiful. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race. It was a vision just like the many you had before. You step closer and his eyes followed you with the same curiosity you felt. The day had been too much to bear and all you wanted was to feel loved and so you rested your head on his chest. His skin cold to the touch but your contact had caused him to turn warm. He stiffened but didn't move away. You slipped your hands around him and stayed in this embrace to sigh with content, the night can take you, the sleep will wash over you any moment and you'll forget about this in the morning.

But you still stood there when you felt his arms encircle you. It felt nice. Maybe you could stay in this dreamscape for a little while longer.

"These dreams have turned cruel.", you speak into the crook of his neck.

"Have they?", he responded. That was a first. He had never spoken in your dreams before. His voice was like the sea, maybe it was him who had been calling you all this while

"Yes.", you whisper to look up at him. Breathtaking. He was too magnificent to be a living being, you thought.

"How so?", he questioned and you thought about it.

What did you have to lose? Nothing.

"They offer me my desire only for it to not be real.", you spoke as your fingers traced his cheek again to slowly hold the side of his face. He inhaled sharply, his eyes now dark as though he was mesmerized.

What did you have to lose?

You edged closer and kissed him.

Nothing.

It struck you, this was where you belonged. This was where it had lead you. His lips soft against yours and just when you thought this was a hopeless cause, when you parted to move away, he didn't let go. He kissed you like he needed air and you needed the ocean to fill the very being of your soul. It was a cruel way to feel alive, all this will be ripped away when you wake up.

When he broke away, his chest was heaving, his lips lush, his eyes glistening with life. You were still here. Confused, you turn to look around when it started to feel real.

His warmth seeping into your body. His breath soft against your skin. This was no dream. The truth shook you, your fingers rushing to touch your lips, your eyes snapping to see his.

This was real.

Even before you could react, there were voices behind you.

"You there, this is a private beach. No trespassers allowed.", They yelled and you heard him click his tongue in irritation.

You had to run, but where?

His hand held onto your wrist. A question in his eyes.

You hardly knew him but the steady rhythm of your heart made it easy to trust him.

There was no home to return to or nowhere else to go now.

You wrapped your fingers around his, picked up the trail of your dress with the other to run down the shore and disappeared beneath the waves with him.

It was a new beginning.

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omoghouls · 5 months

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HI IM BACK idk u can call me jane doe or jane if u want i’ll probably be back a TON. hope ur doing well today!!! lighting sage and thinking of u hoping ur day is full of blessings also i Also have a ghost self insert and a cod self insert..:.. might anon send u stuff of them sometimes i Don’t have a blog atm….

ANYWAY.

more shark headcanons omo please?

SajhfdfjAJSADSJ omggg you can def use my mailbox as a home (I'll even set out some pillows and blankets for ya!) AND YAAA OMG PLS TELL ME ABT THEM, LOEV TO HEAR ABOUT YALLS CHARACTERS/SI'S

And fhgfdghdf 🥺💕😎😎

-So Shark is technically a Kortac member but was given the task of doing some infiltration work within the 141. bc/ who would expect the medic to be the rat (and also so I can have Shark sandwiched between any character heheeh) so, Shark was trying to think about how he could wriggle a bit closer to the 141 and make it seem less weird how they suddenly got a new medic despite already having some and what better way to break the ice than to melt it? Anyways, mans is having casual drinks with the lads and you know how dudes will just go out back and take a leak? Well, Shark was going to do that- until he realized he forgot his dick back in his room but, he's tipsy enough where he still thinks he can make the clear of his zipper- needless to say he fucking pisses himself (but hey, it got a few laughs and now it's a tale told the next day so, it's a win in Shark's mind)

-In general he doesn't mind popping a squat if he's forgotten his dick but, it will have to be a "If I don't pee now I will piss myself" type of scenario bc/ of how it's a bit more of a vaundurable postion to be in

-Has totally pissed himself during a mission, but he will gaslight others that he didn't piss himself, it's just someone else's bodily functions on him (this only works when you know, there is someone who got injured during the mission or if Shark was in the vicinity of other's fluids lmao)

-One to want to completely finish his work before he allows himself to pee. So sometimes someone could walk in on him, doubled over, legs crossed and bouncing in place bc/ he wants to finish the write up report (he believed that saying of "When you need to pee you work better" xD)

#m #omorashi #omocute

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Quick edit! I am ALWAYS open to asks and prompts! I love them, they give me insane motivation!

Hey, been awhile since I updated this!

Nice to see you today, I'm Errant! I write fanfic and occasionally do art! At the moment my hyperfixation is all about Final Fantasy VII and I have a few fics in the works for that if you're interested! I also have a discord for my fic but it's also just a place to talk about Final Fantasy in general and sefikura/genseph/strifesodos especially.

Some info about my fanfics I've been working on are under the cut! If you want to talk to be about FFVII in general or my fic I love getting asks and almost never get them!

I'm errantnight on Discord but feel free to message me here if you don't have Discord as well!

My Fics

Ruin's Edge is about a time traveling Sephiroth slowly regaining his sanity and balance as he tries to save the Planet from both the Calamity and the Mako Reactors, and make sure Cloud will stay with him forever by any means necessary... I like to think of it as a slow-burn redemption, from mind-controlling psychopath back to the man he might have been if it hadn't been for Hojo and Jenova's bullshit. Needless to say there's a lot of dark things, especially from the beginning, and it's explicit...

Raised by Wolves follows Sephiroth and Cloud as children under the 'care' of Professor Hojo, after Cloud's mother dies and the Nibelheim villagers ignorantly believed that Shinra employees will get Cloud to an orphanage somewhere. This is, needless to say, a very unpleasant experience for the children. It is dark, and sad, but I seriously promise they will all get a happy ending (except Hojo and most of Shinra cause fuck 'em)

Northern Lights is a Vampire AU! Angeal and Genesis are a vampire and a dhampir respectively, stuck with an injured human Sephiroth in Nibelheim for the winter and renting rooms from Cloud. I'm always mean to Cloud, so his mom had died recently, but Angeal and the others won't let Cloud be alone or lonely for long!

Three Words... This is pure mind-control puppet!Cloud smut with Genesis trying to control a post Advent Children Cloud who was dealing with depression and PTSD. He almost got away with it, til Sephiroth showed back up to take back what's his!

I have several one shots as well for FFVII and other fics, most of which are unfinished because I lost interest in those fandoms after spending decades fixated on them. I'll probably finish those someday, or more likely one day I'll rewrite them because I'm 100x better as a write than I was back then!

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greatideas-badwriter · 8 months

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 12

Mature Content Warning!

Sakura cried freely for a long time, relieved she no longer had to hide it. Sasuke didn't say a word and just held her there while falling asleep.

The thing that had her so shaken up was a text message. When the woman moved to Oto, she changed her number in hopes no one from Konoha would be able to contact her. It seemed successful until her ex's name crossed the screen with the message, 'I love you,' and nothing else. It was like someone had thrown her into a bathtub full of icy water and held her down so she couldn't come up for air.

'What does it mean? Did he send it because he's found me, or is he just trying to scare me? But how did he get my new number? No one from back home has it. Not even Hinata!'

Hinata Hyuuga is the only one Sakura considered a friend, though they weren't all that close. It's just that she knows the softspoken woman doesn't have the heart to befriend someone with bad intentions.

The Haruno girl's fingers clenched handfuls of Sasuke's shirt more tightly than before, inching closer still and silently begging the comforting warmth he offered to chase away her anxious terror. It definitely helped.

In the morning, the Uchiha man surprised her by forcing her to ride to school in his car, which she'd refused since moving into the Akatsuki house. Now that they're getting along better, she wasn't as inclined to continue denying the favor. That doesn't mean that everything's fine between them, though.

'He still hasn't said a word about the fact that he's a fucking gangster, much less that he knowingly tricked me into becoming involved with multiple dangerous people. I've been surrounded by criminals for weeks without knowing it. He must see me as the biggest idiot in the world.'

She glared at her lap as the man in question drove turned into the college's student parking lot, 'And what was I thinking, letting him kiss me and hanging out with him all day yesterday like we're best friends?'

Needless to say, Sakura was back to being pissed off and scared because the heat of the moment had passed, and her mind had cleared. Now, the woman was even more uncomfortable because Sasuke thought she was over it when, in reality, she'd been too swept up in overwhelming emotions and the drama that'd occurred.

"Are you gonna sit there all damn day? C'mon."

Sasuke was an asshole a lot of the time, but especially in the morning. Frowning silently, Sakura got out of the car and pointedly ignored him as she walked toward the entrance. He didn't say anything. Hell, he might not have even followed her. She wasn't sure because she didn't look back to check.

"Good morning, Sakura! Fancy meeting you so early in the morning," Mr. Hatake's familiar voice met her ears, making her face pale as she recalled drunkenly flirting with the college professor.

'Oh great. He probably thinks I have some perverted student and teacher fantasy kink now. Should I apologize or just act like it never happened? I'll wait to see what he does.'

Sakura turned to offer a sheepish grin to the white-haired man, "Good morning, Sir. How are you?"

He grinned from behind his mask, tilting his head as the pair ambled through the crowded entry hall, "Better than you, I assume, since you weren't here yesterday. Did Saturday's party prove too draining?"

Blushing and humiliated since he didn't beat around the bush in the slightest, Sakura brought a palm to her forehead and groaned, "Can we pretend that night never happened? I'm so embarrassed."

Mr. Hatake chuckled warmly and lowered the volume of his voice as he said, "Why? I thought you were quite charming. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was simply worried you'd gone overboard and become sick. It's a relief to see you looking normal today."

Before she could respond, he nodded toward the same cafe where they'd had coffee together last week, "Coffee? We don't have time to sit and chat, but I'll buy."

Sakura nodded, falling into step at his side, "Shouldn't I buy this time, since you did before?"

They got in line, and the teacher nodded, "Very well, but only if you agree it's my turn next."

It wasn't necessarily scary that her, albeit handsome, older professor was borderline flirting with her, but it was very uncomfortable. She wondered if maybe he was teasing her on purpose to see how flustered she'd get. The woman would feel better if so because that'd mean he wasn't being serious. After getting their coffee, the pair headed for the lecture hall.

Kakashi said, "I was wondering, by the way. Where are you from originally?"

'Oh, no. Should I lie? What if he asks me questions about where I say I'm from, and I don't know how to respond? If I tell the truth, though, what if…? It couldn't hurt to be honest about at least this much.'

"Konoha," she also offered, just in case his next question was the reason for relocating, "I have a cousin who lives here."

"I thought your accent was familiar! I'm friends with many of the professors at Konoha University. Perhaps you met some of them?"

'Shit! I didn't expect him to say that!' "Oh, uh, no. I didn't attend K.U. Sorry!"

They arrived at their destination then, and the woman took the opportunity to excuse herself from the dangerous conversation and find a seat. The entire lesson, Sakura felt like eyes were on her, but she couldn't tell if it was just anxiety. The class after that, the same thing happened. By the end of the school day, she was convinced she was being followed.

The fear was so intense that when she realized Sasuke wasn't at his car yet, she couldn't find it in herself to wait around for him to arrive. No, she began walking home, peeking around each corner and constantly looking over her shoulder to verify that no one was there.

Maybe ten minutes after leaving the school, her phone went off in her pocket, drawing a small squeak of surprise from the poor girl. Sasuke's name crossed the screen, and she clicked the green icon to accept the call, only to hear something rustling behind her.

"Where the hell are you? I've got shit to do today, so hurry up."

When Sakura turned to inspect the sound's source, nothing was there, so she faced forward again, only for the sound to repeat itself. In an absolute panic, she hissed into the phone, "I can't talk right now," and hung up. Then, she pulled her pocketknife out of her coat pocket and held it tightly while walking more briskly.

'Is it him? Has he really found me? I won't let him get the jump on me.'

Once Sakura was within a block of the Akatsuki house, she realized that she'd lead the follower right to her home if she was being tailed. Even if it wasn't her ex, a stalker knowing her address would be bad, so she walked right past the giant house, pointedly not looking its way, just in case.

'What should I do? Do I call Sasuke and tell him what's going on? What if they overhear? What if there's no one, and I'm just being paranoid? He'll never let me live this down. He might not believe me in the future if there actually is trouble, too.'

So, the Haruno woman tried calling Ino and then Karin, only for both of them to be unable to answer because they were at work. If it wasn't for last night's text message, she'd just go home and tell Sasuke about it, but it was too risky now. She trembled but could only keep her head down and her feet moving.

Time passed until the sun had set, and the woman had no choice but to take a break because her legs felt like jelly from moving for over an hour straight. Stepping into a convenience store, she looked around one last time before facing forward. She bought a bottle of water but hesitated to leave after that.

'What if someone is really out there waiting? What if they have a car and they kidnap me?'

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Sakura jumped, grinning tensely at the gangly checkout boy and quickly lying, "O-Oh, uh, I forgot to buy something. Sorry." The woman went back down one of the aisles, only to crouch and pretend to be browsing for something to eat, but in reality, she was blinking back tears and barely managing not to have a panic attack.

Suddenly, the doors to the store opened again, the employee up front greeting whoever entered as they had her. Only when footsteps could be heard coming her way did she realize someone might be coming in to get her since she didn't go outside.

'It's too late to run now. They're close enough to catch me.'

Sakura gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes closed as she prepared for whatever was about to happen, only to gasp when Itachi's voice met her ears, "Sakura? What're you doing here? Everyone's been looking for you."

The woman shakily rose to her full height, bursting into relieved tears when she turned around and saw the handsome man's concerned expression.

He grabbed her hands, looking over her appearance more attentively, "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Why didn't you come home?"

She could only shake her head, thinking, 'All I ever do is cry and run away. I don't think a day has passed in over a year that I haven't burst into tears over something,' she wiped at her eyes, allowing him to hold her hand as he guided her out of the store and to his car, where Tobi was waiting in the passenger seat.

The dark-haired Uchiha cousin tried to talk to her, but she just glanced around outside the vehicle's windows to check for anything suspicious while Itachi went back inside to buy whatever he'd initially come for.

All the while, she thought, 'Why am I even running anymore? I hate myself as it is. I should've just let him kill me.'

"Hey, we found her. I'll bring her home soon," Itachi's voice was music to Sasuke's ears.

He sighed, irritated because Sakura was obviously uninjured, or his brother would've said something about it first, "What's her problem?"

There was a pause before a response finally came, "I don't know. She's crying too hard to talk, but she doesn't have a mark on her. If you ask me, it looks like something spooked her, and she ran."

Earlier, when the Uchiha man called her, he could tell something was up by the tone of her voice, not to mention that she hung up on him. Since she was seen by so many people at the party on Saturday, everyone's initial thought was that someone nabbed her off the street for one of many possible reasons, each worse than the next.

'What's her fucking deal? The least she could do was send a text. God, she's annoying.'

The man was angry before all this, too, because she gave him the cold shoulder this morning, only to get all chummy with that white-haired teacher she'd been all over at the party. Sasuke swallowed his pride a dozen times over in order to get this close to Sakura, and now, after all that effort, it seemed she still wasn't focused solely on him.

'Who does she think she is? She told me to stay away from other women, yet she's all over that guy, and he's old as fuck, too.'

Sasuke's an extraordinarily possessive and jealous man and has been for as long as he can remember. As a child, he refused to share toys or school supplies. Though Sakura's a human and not an item, the same mindset applies to this situation.

He was set on going off on the woman when she got home, but his complaints evaporated upon seeing how drained she was upon arriving. She quietly apologized before going upstairs, leaving me to look at Tobi and Itachi for answers. They both shrugged, the former saying, "I think she was being followed. She kept looking around like she expected to see someone tailing us."

Itachi nodded, "I did check before coming here. Nothing seemed suspicious, but Sakura wouldn't act like this without a solid reason, right?"

Sighing, Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the hallway she'd disappeared to, "Fuck, I don't know. One second she's fine, and the next she's…this," he paused before shaking his head and walking that way with a hand raised in a lazy wave, "Send someone out to watch the place tonight."

Upon arriving upstairs, he realized the woman was sitting on the edge of his bed with a pillow in her arms as she stared ahead with glazed-over eyes. He shut the door behind him and leaned against the desk, "So?"

"I thought I was being followed, and I didn't want to lead them here, so I just kept walking," her voice was tired and monotone.

Sasuke scoffed, "Okay, and why didn't you tell anyone? Yahiko was about to send search parties to look for your body, you idiot."

She shrugged, saying nothing.

'...Something's off about her tonight. Did something actually happen that she's not telling me?' Usually, Sakura would bite back at him for calling her an idiot, no matter the severity of the situation.

For the next two days, Sakura was simultaneously on edge because that I'm-being-watched feeling refused to falter and felt numb to anything and everything. Receiving that text really messed her up. It was on Thursday night that Sasuke apparently had had enough. Just as she was about to go to bed, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

'What's he doing? Is he mad I haven't slept in his room or talked to him? I have other things to worry about right now.'

"I'm at my fuckin' limit, Sakura. What the hell is wrong with you?"

The woman sat on the edge of the bed and glared at him with a frown but said nothing because she didn't know what to say. During school on Tuesday, she'd gone over what she'd like to yell at him when they inevitably talk about the fact that he works for Akatsuki, and, subsequently, so does she, but that was before the whole stalker issue.

'I already told him I think I'm being followed. There's nothing else that he needs to know.'

Dark eyes were alight with emotion, most of which were on the angry side, "I can't fix anything if you don't tell me the damn problem, so spit it out. Is it because you still think someone's following you around? I already told you that's not true. We've had guys keeping an eye on things."

Sakura bluntly said, "I don't care if I'm being followed anymore."

Over the past few days, her psyche had fallen further into a depressive slump. All she wanted to do was cry, which pissed her off even more because that's all she's been doing all this time.

"...Okay, then what…?" Sasuke was visibly confused by her uncharacteristic demeanor. It was surprising it took this long for him to say something.

'His patience has definitely improved since we first met. Good for him.'

The woman stood, uncrossing her arms and meeting his gaze, "Listen, I just…I don't care."

Understanding met the Uchiha's eyes before they narrowed, his voice lowering, "Since when do you not care? All you've done since I've met you is care too much about every little fucking thing."

She shook her head, mumbling, "And look where that's gotten me."

A long silence passed between the pair before Sasuke's voice took on an undeniable threatening tone, his glare smoldering, "Whatever funk you're in is annoying as hell. What's it gonna take for you to knock it off?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, turning to prepare to get into bed again, "Good night, Sasuke." Apparently, the man didn't like that because he grabbed her arm and forced her to face him again. A flare of fear came over the woman, but she swallowed it quickly, "Let go."

His brow furrowed, and he hissed, "God damn it," before roughly grabbing her jaw and kissing her. On instinct, the woman's hands jumped to his shirt, holding it loosely as his free hand snaked around to the small of her back, pulling her closer and preventing escape. Only when the man forced his tongue past her teeth did Sakura realize what he was doing.

'He's pushing me until I get pissed off or scared enough to fight him.'

She still didn't care, so she kissed him back calmly, very much not matching his irritated energy. The next thing Sakura knew, he reached behind them to absently search for the lightswitch before finding it, turning the lights off, and returning his hand to her jaw, only for it to slide back into her hair, where he tugged enough for it to sting, but not enough to truly hurt.

Her head fell back with a soft gasp, and Sasuke hungrily kissed her neck, whispering into her skin, "I won't stop."

Amidst the heated makeout session, the man rid himself of his shirt. Then, he tugged hers off, too. The pair fell onto the bed, him forcing himself between her legs so he could press against her. A spark of panic met Sakura's chest, and she tore her lips from his to stop further reactions.

Sasuke dipped to kiss her collarbone, hands dancing down to maneuver her pajama pants down her legs and off, tossing them away carelessly before coming down again. Large hands with calloused, long fingers greedily felt every inch of bare skin. The sensation was as pleasurable as it was scary.

'Wait…this is scary. This is exactly what he wanted, that prick.' That said, Sakura wasn't anywhere as nervous as she thought she'd be.

Her focus snapped when the man's voice met her ears again, hot breath dusting against the moist skin of her shoulder, "I'll fuckin' do it, Sakura. I'm serious."

For some reason, even though Sasuke had succeeded in getting her out of her numb funk by pushing her past her sober limits, the pink-haired woman didn't want him to stop.

The eager touches of his skin to hers and the rushed press of his lips made a heat pool between her legs that'd become a sensation she affiliated with terror because her ex-boyfriend had turned something as natural and cathartic as sex into an act solely used to show dominance. Sakura could mask her fear until then because she began to tremble, recalling the last few times she'd gone through with the act, whether by her own will or not.

The Uchiha man made a low sound deep in his chest, obviously having noticed, but he didn't stop, just like he said he wouldn't. No, he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately while running a hand down the front of her body until it met the hem of her underwear.

Sakura's eyes squeezed closed more tightly when his fingers slid beneath the cloth to touch her intimately. He quickly found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, toying with and teasing her. She felt like a puppet on strings, the way he expertly made sharp bursts of lightning-hot pleasure shoot through her lower regions.

'Oh, fuck. What am I even doing? Why am I letting him touch me like this? It feels way too good. …I don't want him to stop.'

The point came that she could no longer keep her breathing steady, and an exasperated moan was muffled between their tongues as she finally gave in to the man's relentless technique. This entire time, she'd been keeping the responses to a minimum and showing no excitement, but now she's only reacting to the feelings and urges. Her back arched, and her head fell back.

Half-lidded green eyes met dark ones when Sasuke let the kiss end. He continued searching her face and quietly said, "I'll make it good. Don't stop me."

'He said it like a command, but really, he's asking if it's okay to keep going now that I'm back in my right mind.' Sakura nodded with a blush steadily rising to her cheeks.

The man's gaze was intense and unrelenting, as though he refused to miss a second. The fingers beneath her underwear disappeared because he reached beneath her to unhook her bra, tossing it aside once removed. Then, he sat back on his knees and slid her panties down her legs until Sakura lay naked with her legs bent over his hips.

She was able to hold his gaze for a moment but quickly buckled and covered her face with both hands. It was expected that Sasuke would either tease her or tear her hands away, but he did neither. Instead, he came down to kiss between her breasts, fondling her chest appreciatively before moving lower. His lips dusted against her stomach and lower abdomen before a wet and wild heat erupted between Sakura's legs.

Her hands immediately shot down to grip handfuls of the sheet, her back arching as she hissed, "A-Ah, not so-!" 'He wasn't lying. This is incredible. Has it ever felt this good? I don't think so. Jesus, fuck, he'll kill me.'

Sasuke wasn't wasting time teasing or edging the woman. He was determined to throw her recklessly over the edge as quickly as possible like it was his life's mission or something. Soon, Sakura was millimeters away from climax and began to panic because it'd been a long time since it happened, which scared her.

Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "S-Sasuke! Sasuke, stop, or I'll-!" It was too late. All the air left the woman's lungs, her insides shaking like an earthquake. Just as quickly as she'd gone silent did she gasp, an embarrassing and breathy moan escaping her mouth as her back further arched off the bed.

When it passed, she panted for breath, tears running down the sides of her face to drip into her hair and eyes wide with shock. 'It was good. It was better than good, and we didn't even have sex.'

More than Sakura was impressed with Sasuke's skills, she was surprised she made it through the experience without having a panic attack. Maybe she felt grateful to him for helping her overcome one of her fears, or perhaps she was simply caught up in the mood again, something becoming more typical for the pair, but when Sasuke climbed over her, pressing chaste kisses up her body until they met her neck, she reached down and fumbled to unbuckle his belt.

He paused, but only momentarily, before returning to what he was doing.

Sakura's skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants to slide a hand beneath the cloth and feel the hardened length begging to be released completely. 'It feels big….'

Slowly, the woman rolled over on top of him, switching their positions so she could sit between his legs, lower his pants enough to pull his sex free, and come forward to slide it into her mouth. The man watched her with an arm behind his head, the other hand keeping long strands of pink hair out of her face, and a hyper-focused expression. Sakura's face remained warm, only getting hotter, as she met his eye only to avert her gaze bashfully while continuing the sexual favor.

"Look at me." Sasuke's firm voice stunned the woman enough to follow the order, and when their eyes met, he said, "Don't look away," in the same tone.

'What the hell has gotten into her?!'

Sasuke's teeth gritted as he watched Sakura's bashful face turn one darker shade of red after another. Upon kissing her, he expected to be shoved away before they reached this point. Not only did she let him touch and taste her, but now she's returning the favor, and quite skillfully if he dared say so himself.

'She looks shy, but her mouth doesn't feel that way. Is it because I haven't had this done in a few weeks, or is she actually this good?' The man's muscles flexed as he got closer and closer to losing his composure, the fingers in her soft hair tightening as he guided the speed to increase, 'Damn it, this is dangerous.'

To communicate that he was close, Sasuke released her entirely. His dark eyes narrowed as hers widened with realization. Tears welled in them, and he realized she didn't know what to do.

"You don't have to swallow it," he said quietly, his voice strained as he clung to his self-control for as long as possible.

Sakura nodded, her brow furrowing. At the very last moment, she slid him out of her mouth and lowered her gaze to his cock as she adjusted her position so the white, cloudy substance splattered over her chest instead.

For a very long pause, the pair stared at one another with surprised expressions. Neither expected this to happen; that was a fact. Since his blood had begun to flow back into his brain rather than his manhood, Sasuke began to feel a little guilty. The pink-haired woman sat up, looking down at her chest in the dark room.

Still, he watched appreciatively, 'That's a sight for sore eyes.' A gorgeous woman sitting naked between his legs after giving him a blowjob was satisfying, 'She doesn't look all pure and innocent anymore.'

Wavy pink hair flowed around her shoulders and down her back. The blush on her face was visible even though there was very little light, as was the glisten of the substance he'd given to her chest. The woman was slender and covered in scars. Sasuke thought she looked gorgeous. Her curves were humble but elegant and pretty. She was the picture of femininity in his eyes.

"I-I, um…."

Upon hearing her shaky voice, he snapped out of his daze, sitting up and hesitantly lifting a hand. When Sakura didn't shy away, he gently brushed her hair behind her ear, "If you're pissed, I completely get it. Just hit me and tell me to leave if you want."

The woman's brow furrowed, but she shook her head, averting her gaze to his chest, "I would've told you no if I didn't want it," she closed her eyes, covering them with one hand, "I'm just…. I've only ever done this with one other person, so I probably didn't do that well. I'm really embarrassed."

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening slightly as he took in her words, 'What? One other person? That can't be true! Someone who looks like her had to have had men lining up!'

"You're probably used to more experienced and confident women. I'm sorry-" "Shut up," he cut her off. She slowly dropped her hand, meeting his eye nervously. He shook his head, glaring, "Don't be an idiot. If I didn't like it, I would've said something, so don't say some shit like that again, got it?"

Sakura quickly nodded, obviously taken aback by his irritation. He shook his head, nodding toward the abandoned clothes on the floor, "Go wipe that off so we can go to sleep." Again, she nodded, this time climbing off the bed to do as requested. Sasuke watched her slim figure with warmth in his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Sighing, he fell back against the pillows with glazed-over eyes directed at the ceiling, 'That was fucking magnificent.'

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enm-enthusiast · 2 years

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Thomas’ Misadventures - Ch. 3 Acceptance and Submission

Thomas is still recovering from his recent ordeal at Toby’s party after being stripped down to nothing but his jockstrap and publicly spanking his ass cheeks raw in front of everyone there. Thanks to Seb, he was spared the humiliation of everyone seeing his boner, and now he followed the man back to his house, and the shameful events that awaited him…

Thomas

As we walked back to Seb’s house, I got strange and confused looks from passersby through the neighborhood, even a few dirty looks while others simply thought it funny. Seb returned their dirty looks right back at them, and told those who laughed at me to cut it out or he’d show them just how I felt by ripping their clothes off too, needless to say they got quiet after that. It’s almost like he’s…protecting me I thought to myself, and sure enough ever since Jaime had tried to slap my ass that one last time he had gotten almost…territorial when it came to me, the thought of it made me blush and even made my cock stir which did nothing to alleviate my embarrassment.

“You alright there Thom?” Seb asked, a concerned look in his eye. “Yea, I’m alright, it’s just my…cheeks still sting a bit is all” I replied, the blush obvious in my face and in response I felt Seb’s hand reach down my back and underneath the shirt and began to gently massage my ass. I nearly gasped at the contact and I felt Seb lower his head and whisper in my ear “does that make you feel better?” he said and didn’t stop rubbing my cheeks, in fact he grabbed handfuls of it in his hands underneath the shirt covering me.

I quickly felt myself getting hard again and at first the words escaped me but soon I composed myself and said “it does…just a bit” I said, my face red as I looked right into his eyes, a smile plastering his face. Instead of the malicious and devious smiles that Jaime and Toby had, Seb’s was knowing, even kind, he knew this turned me on…and I knew it too. I don’t even want him to stop, god, what’s wrong with me? I thought to myself but couldn’t deny that it felt good and soon my boner would become obvious.

Suddenly I felt his hand stop massaging my cheeks and I felt sad that he had stopped, when I heard him say “well, we’re here” he said and he gave me a wink as he left me standing there towards his house. I looked and saw he was right, and I silently cursed myself for getting lost in that pleasure again, but conflicted because I still missed his gentle touch on my ass cheeks. Get a hold of yourself Thomas! Just head inside, get some new clothes on, and go home! I thought to myself and followed Seb inside. I walked up the front steps and passed through the doorway where Seb was holding the door open, as I walked by I looked into his eyes again and he had a slightly more mischievous smile on his face this time. As I walked through I wondered…and deep down hoped if he had something planned for me.

“I hope you don’t mind the mess, didn’t expect you’d be by…at least not today” Seb said, closing the door behind me. “It’s all right man, and hey…I wanted to thank you, for everything you’ve done for me, you didn’t have to give me your shirt to cover my…you know, but you did, so thank you” I said. Seb looked deep into my eyes then, and a small smile lit up his face and he lifted his hand to caress my face and he said “I know I didn’t, but you didn’t deserve to be humiliated like that, Jaime went too far this time” he said.

His voice had an angry edge to it as he said Jaime’s name, but he suddenly remembered where he was and his smile quickly returned. I was still conflicted in my thoughts, I knew the red was still in my face because I my body missed his touch on mine. But how do you admit something like that? I thought to myself. I felt myself become shy in Seb’s presence, nervous that if he discovered what I was thinking he might think me some sort of freak. Then why did he tease me like that just outside? I asked myself. Maybe just to mess with me, or get me to relax because of how shaken up I was after the party, yes that’s exactly it I concluded.

“Say, you feeling hungry? or thirsty? I just remembered we never did got to drink our punch back at the party” Seb said sheepishly and I turned my face away in embarassment at the memory. I still felt Jaime’s hands slapping my ass and stripping off my jockstrap when the crowd had demanded it, my shame deepened as I remembered I had a full on boner when it had happened. I needed to distract myself before my boner returned from dwelling on the memory. I looked back at Sebastian and said “actually, I could go for something to eat” I said nervously.

His face lit up again, and said “alright then, wait here, I’ll go get us something, I got some water and some chips in the kitchen we can have, then we’ll sit down for a bit, maybe watch a move or something” he said. Before I could respond he began to walk past me. As he passed by me I felt a stray hand swiftly grab a handful of my right ass cheek and I jumped as he did so. His response was a loud chuckle as he turned to give me a wide grin before turning into the kitchen. As the red in my face calmed down while I waited in the living room, I noticed my dick had already started growing hard again. This time I was determined to not let Seb see or notice it and I readjusted my shirt to try and keep whatever erection I got hidden. I lost myself in it and quickly forgot that I originally came here just to get some new clothes and head home.

Seb soon returned from the kitchen, with water bottles in one hand and bags of chips in the other. He grinned as he saw me and raised his arms up in triumph and the sight made me smile in return and I said “looks like you had a successful trip” I said. “Yup” he replied and he moved over towards the couch in front of the tv, and I quickly followed suit. I didn’t even notice nor seemed to care that I was still nearly naked, I was determined to keep my thoughts off of everything I wanted Seb to do to me and so far...it was working.

“So, what do you wanna watch then?” Seb said, his attention split between me and the tv as he turned it on. “Uhhhh, well it’s October so I guess something Halloween themed, I guess” I said, a nervous quiver still in my voice. With a chip hanging out of his mouth he said “awight, lez watch suh Hocus Pocus” he said and I couldn’t help but laugh at his efforts and nodded my assent to his choice. As the movie started, I saw myself next to him and he quickly set up everything, and I could feel the red in my face return when suddenly he put one of the bags of chips directly in front of my crotch. Seb didn’t say anything nor did he smile but I could have sworn I saw a glint in his eyes that made my cock stir.

He’s just putting it there so I can grab the chips easily, it’s no big deal I thought to myself as the movie started. I managed to forget my anxious thoughts as the movie played, and the witches had just turned the boy into the black cat when suddenly Seb’s hand reached into the bag of chips in front of me. Despite that it was through the bag itself, his hand rubbed against the fabric of the shirt covering my crotch. I tried to keep myself quiet and pay attention to the movie, but try as I might I felt my body respond as my dick started to rise and before Seb’s hand left the bag I thought I had felt a stray finger purposefully run the length of my shaft.

I glanced slightly at Seb but when I did it seemed he was paying full attention to the film. Curse you fool! of course he’s not teasing you it’s just a coincidence, stop thinking things that aren’t true! I admonished to myself as I returned my attention back to the movie. But it wasn’t the last time Seb would reach inside the bag like that and each time my cock got hard at his second hand touch. I kept ignoring it and kept my eyes glued to the screen, denying the obvious truths of what he was doing.

The kids had just thrown the witches into the oven when Seb’s hand rested itself on my thigh, it was slow as his hand slowly creeped forward across my bare skin and I didn’t notice until his hand passed dangerously close to my crotch. His hand simply rubbed the bare skin and it was then that I started to have doubts in my hand about what he really wanted...and about what I wanted. After a minute his hand returned to his side and my body ached for him to continue, my cock had stirred too and my previous work in trying to make sure my boner was unnoticeable was becoming undone.

But Seb left it alone for a while, and soon I forgot all about it, until when the sun had started to rise and the witches had turned to dust did his hand return to my thigh. This time, his hand went even farther and his fingers were but half an inch away from my now obvious boner but he never went past that point, as if he were waiting for something. This time, I couldn’t deny that Seb was purposefully teasing me, and trying to get me to do something and it was only until now that I realized what it was...

He wants me to admit I liked this...that I liked being teased as I’m exposed I thought to myself. Despite my reluctance I could feel my body’s obvious desire, and I remembered that I was still in nothing but Seb’s shirt and I became torn, I definitely wanted him to touch me as he wanted to, to touch and tease me how he pleased...but I just couldn’t say the words out loud. So I stayed silent as the movie ended, all the while Seb’s hand continued massaging my thigh. As the credits rolled, Seb retracted his hand once more, and turned to look at me, saying “well, that was fun, so what do you want to do now?” He said. Me, still trying to forget my thoughts just a moment ago said “well, it’s been a few hours and I just remembered the whole reason I came here...” I said.

Well, first, let me clean up and then we’ll talk about that okay?” he said, his face as bright as ever, I found it difficult to ever be able to say no to that face and sure enough I said “yeah no problem”. With a quick smile, we both stood up at the same time and he quickly gathered up the empty chip bags and water bottles and I stayed still but turned to let him walk past me. As he did so, his hand suddenly lowered and fully brushed against my crotch this time and I couldn’t keep quiet this time and gave out a soft “oh”. As much as I would have liked to deny what it was, despite the brief contact I felt his hand slightly squeeze my crotch, which definitely meant it was on purpose.

So he’s not just messing with me, he’s trying to get me to say it...that bastard, that’s what he’s been doing this entire time! I thought to myself. I couldn’t bring myself to be angry though, throughout the time I spent with each light touch and tease he did I felt my resistance weakening, the pleasure harder and harder to deny despite my feelings of embarrassment and shame. My shy and nervousness was still there, I wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to say the words when he came back but I would soon find out as Seb returned to the living room just a few moments later.

“Alright, so, now that that’s done, what do you want to do?” he said, looking at me expectantly and with an inquisitive look in his eyes. He’s testing me, wants to know if I’m ready to admit it yet. I walked to the other side behind the couch now and stood face to face with him. “I suppose...I could stay a while longer, after all I’m in no rush” I said, still a little sheepishly.

His look became very intrigued now, and he grinned as he said “oh? what would you like to do while your here” he said. For a moment, I simply stood there and in my head I tried to think of some excuse, anything to avoid what I really wanted to say. Seb however, sensing my hesitation stepped closer to me and with his left hand softly caressed my face. As he did so, he said to me “I meant what I said back at Toby’s house, he won’t bother you anymore-” he said.

I knew who he meant and I smiled at him nervously, grateful that he had gone so far to protect me. I noticed that he had paused however, and he kept full eye contact with me as he stepped closer forcing me back. Seb was directly testing me now, he wanted to see how I responded. I felt myself beginning to give in, and looking right at him I softly said “Seb...” and when I did so he got a triumphant look in his eye now, reading the rest of what I was saying in my eyes.

Confident now, and still backing me up further and further, closer to the couch and with nowhere to go. “Do you know part of why I did that for you?” he said, his voice a soft, velvety whisper now and I could feel my body screaming at me to give in, my cock already rising. Sebastian kept getting closer to me, backing me up until I felt myself hit the back of the living room couch now, and nowhere to retreat as Seb closed the last of the distance between us now.

“Uhhh, I-uhhh” I stammered for an answer as heat bloomed in my cheeks and I kept eye contact with him and him with me. With nowhere to go, I stayed still as I felt his hands slowly wrap around me. I immediately felt my dick jump in response as it rose to full mast beneath the shirt’s fabric, completely obvious to him. His hands then drifted downwards and his head lowered to my ear again and said “it’s because you're not his to mess with…” he said, pausing as he untied the straps of my shirt and let it fall, leaving me naked. I didn’t stop him or resist as his hands started massaging my ass once more and I couldn’t help but moan at the contact. He smiled even wider and finished with “your mine” and my dick twitched as he did so.

“You like that? You like the thought of you being forced to be naked around me, with your cock getting harder by the second?” he said and I lost myself in the sensation of his body being close to mine, his hands grabbing handfuls of my bubble butt. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I push him away, he’s not holding me down or keeping me here, so why can’t I tell him to stop? I thought to myself, my body betraying me as my cock had risen to full mast now and Seb waited for my response.

I took a long moment to think in my head about everything that was happening. As I did, I realized why I kept denying myself what so obviously turned me on so much, I was ashamed that it made me some sort of freak, that I was a pervert for having these desires but having Seb here with me, fully accepting and even indulging in my desires…it wasn’t so shameful, hell it feels…good! I thought to myself.

After what seemed like hours, I finally formed the words and said “yes”. My eyes said the rest as Seb’s smile grew even wider and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Right answer” he said and he slapped my ass cheeks which made me jump and blush in response. “You are so cute when you blush” he said and I turned a deeper shade of red in embarrassment and gave a nervous chuckle in response.

“From now on, whenever we’re alone you will remove your clothes, there’s no need for you to wear them while you're around me” he said and I didn’t respond but after a slight moment’s hesitation I nodded. He accepted it and continued with “also, you have too thick a bush, we need to shave it off you, boys like you don’t need pubes” he said and my embarrassment deepened as I knew what my response would be, hell my dick twitched again.

Seb took it as my assent and even chuckled as he smiled again. “We will keep you shaved too, you will regularly shave them and every time you strip for me I will check to make sure, and if you fail to do so I’ll do it myself and I’ll remove ALL of your body hair if you don’t be a good boy for me” he said. After he finished, I took a moment to respond but when I finally did, my response was: “yes…sir” I said, my face beet red.

All the while, his hands never stopped massaging my ass and my cock had drops of precum leaking from it now and I started to ache for release. I looked pleadingly into Seb’s eyes but he shook his head and said “not yet cutie, first, we need to shave that bush off you, come on” he said and stopped massaging my cheeks to lead me by the hand upstairs towards the bathroom. I-i-is this really happening right now? I thought to myself and I was brought out of my thoughts when Seb led me through into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. The entire time my cock stayed hard and as Sebastian walked by me he gave me a knowing look and he lightly tapped as he passed which made me gasp at the contact.

He chuckled and said “you really are a little perv aren’t you cutie” he said, a smile plastered onto his face and the heat bloomed in my cheeks once more as I didn’t respond to his taunts but my body spoke my response for me by the cock’s twitching at his words. “M-maybe I am…sir” I said tentatively. Seb’s look then softened for a moment, caressing my face once more. As I gazed into his eyes a strange feeling coursed through me, a warm, glowy feeling I couldn’t explain.

Sebastian recomposed himself, smiled and said “aright cutie, come here” and he then lifted me up and onto the bathroom counter, spreading my legs wide for what was coming next. It didn’t take long for him to gather what he needed, and soon he started to lather up my dark bush with shaving cream and had an electric razor that was safe for grooming hair on your balls. Sure enough he made sure to lather up my balls as well, all the while lightly tapping and teasing my still hard cock.

The embarrassment never went away but I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying what Seb was doing, I even wanted him to do it, I wanted to do what he said. Perhaps the humiliation was part of what turned me on so much? I wondered to myself briefly before I felt a hand firmly grasp my cock, the sensation made me give off a loud “Oooh!” which echoed in the bathroom. I looked down to see Seb had grabbed my cock to move it so he could finish lathering up my pubes, but as he released my throbbing member he gave me another wink and a look that said ‘soon’. He even took a drop of precum that had leaked from the tip of my cock and while looking right at me licked it right off his finger.

I flinched in my embarrassment, but looked down to see Seb had started to shave off my pubes. I felt conflicted, part of me, I’m guessing my pride and ego as a man felt dismay at having my manly hair being shaved, and ordered to keep it shaved. But, the greater part of me, the one that liked being stripped and exposed in front of other guys, even being told what to do like what Seb was doing felt…excited, even anxious for him to start.

Seb turned on the razor and began his work, I felt my bush being slowly but surely being shaved off of me. Periodically, Seb would look up at me and he smiled every time he saw the look on my face, and took every opportunity he got to tease my cock and even my balls. One time, I felt his hand caress the underside of my ass, near my hole which nearly made me jump off the counter in shock.

Each buzz of the razor across my crotch brought me closer and closer to being fully shaved, my manly hair was being taken away from me and my body belied my embarrassment and my potential humiliation at anyone finding out. “It’ll all be over soon cutie, just be patient” Seb said gently but firmly and he continued with his work, already finished shaving my pubes and was now finishing up shaving my balls.

“Think of how much better you’ll feel once you lose all this unnecessary man hair, you’ll love it” he said. “I-i’m sure I will, sir” I said in response, and closed my eyes because he wrapped his hand around my cock once again to move it out of the way and even gave it a quick few strokes before returning to his task. The teasing was torture, and I was getting ready to beg him to let me cum. Suddenly I felt something press against my hole and I quickly looked down to see Seb was using one hand to shave my balls and was teasing around my hole with the other.

“Oh!” I moaned as he started to slowly tease a finger inside of me, and he kept his attention focused but I could tell that my reaction was turning him on too. Looking back I remember feeling and seeing a sizable bulge in his pants as he teased and asserted his dominance over me. As he finished shaving my balls, he started to wipe away all the hair and excess shaving cream and when he was finished he said “look down cutie, this is what you’ll look like from now on” he said, that mischievous smile once again on his face. I looked back down and sure enough I could see and feel my now smooth crotch and balls.

Blushing, I looked back up at him and said “thank you Seb” and he smiled gently as he lowered himself back down. Looking right at me he resumed teasing my hole and I closed my eyes again as the sensations became overwhelming, his fingers teasing their way inside me. What happened next drove me insane as his other hand wrapped itself around my now hairless shaft and started slowly jerking me off. “Oh fuck” I said and Seb grinned up at me and said “do you like that boy? You like your exposed and naked body being teased like this?”.

“Oh fuck, I do” I said in reponse and he quickened his pace in jerking off my cock and was sliding his fingers in and out faster now. I couldn’t help but moan louder and louder as I knew I was getting close. But whenever I came close Seb slowed his pace back down, drawing out my climax, waiting for something from me. However, I hesitated to give him what he obviously wanted, it would completely cement my fate as his new sub-boy…but isn’t that what I wanted? I thought to myself and that decided the matter. I looked into Seb’s eyes and said “please Seb, make me cum, please just make me cum” and ended with a whimper as his fingers slid deeper inside me. Grinning wider than I’d ever seen him, he said “Good boy”, having gotten what he wanted and resumed his quick pace now, jerking me off while also sliding his fingers in and out of my hole.

My body quivered with pleasure and my moans filled the room as I welcomed the familiar sensation that was coming over me. “I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum!” I yelled out as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt washed over me and I felt my cock erupt as my load splashed all over me. I felt it splash across my chest, my hairless crotch, and even onto my cheek near my left eye and once I had finished spurting out the last of my cum I felt Seb’s fingers slide out of my ass and had let go of my cock. He stood up and for a moment he just stood there, with a perplexing look on his face as he gazed at my body. Quickly remembering himself, he grabbed a towel from off of the bathroom rack and started to wipe the cum off of me and slowly caressed my body as he did so.

“Thank you, Seb” I said to him, my voice soft, suddenly he stopped what he was doing as he finished cleaning off the last of my load and gazed into my eyes. There was something about what I said that drew him in, or something else entirely but I felt myself being pulled closer to him. As I inched closer I soon realized he was doing the same, getting closer until our faces were all what we saw. As I gazed into Seb’s beautiful chestnut eyes, I became unsure what to do, I felt that same feeling from earlier again and despite that I just climaxed for the second time today I felt my cock stir again.

We stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly noticed that Seb was close enough to me that I could feel his erection through his shorts. His dick throbbed into my thigh and I found myself overcome with a desire to see it, realizing I had never seen his cock, more than that I wanted to do…things with it. Seb saw the hungry look in my eyes and licked his lips, and in response I licked my own. That was all the man needed when suddenly he leaped forward to lock his lips with mine, and the world exploded in a shower of sparks.

End of Chapter Three.

Author’s Note: I decided to include a small bonus chapter after this of what happened to Jaime at the end of the last chapter. If you care to read it, enjoy! If not, then enjoy the rest of the series! Also there will be separate romance chapters for Sebastian and Thomas, starting after the end of this chapter for those who are interested, enjoy ;)

#ENM #ENM stripped humiliation #embarassing #gay #naked male #cmnm

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Cubs Would You Rather

A self-indulgent family game fic? NoOooOoOoOOo...

Character credit to @lumosinlove

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“Hello Lions Fans, and welcome to our very first episode of Would you rather, where we have a parent of one of our Lions ask some different players some tough questions. Today we have Miss Eloise Knut, Leo Knuts mother, Finn O’Hara, Logan Trembley, and of course, Leo Knut,” Marlene introduced.

Everyone waved toward the camera as they heard their names. They sat around a rectangular table, Eloise on one side, and the players on the other. There were shot glasses on the table, with some different drinks, and some orange juice.

“So, how this will work is Eloise is going to pick up a card and ask you all the question on it. You’ll answer her, and if you refuse to answer, or are unsure, you can take a shot. Got it?”

There were various forms of agreement from the group, and Eloise got the go-ahead to continue.

“Ooh, we are starting off stong. Boys, would you rather have your parents walk in on you, or walk in on your parents?” Eloise cackled at the boys' faces, each of them in different states of embarrassment.

Logan was the first to go, shaking his head and looking disappointed in himself. “I have walked in on my parents. That emotional trauma better count for something in this game. Nutter Butter, remind me to bleach my eyes when I get home. Thinking about it brought back that scarring image.” Logan let his head down and rested it on his crossed arms on the table.

“I guess it’s expected for parents to walk in on their teenagers, so I don’t think it would be that bad as a young adult. It’s a common thing,” Finn replied, looking thoughtfully up at the studio roof.

“Mama, I’m so sorry that you walked in on me. I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door.”

Marlene interrupted behind the camera, pointing between Leo and his mom. “When did this happen?”

Leo groaned, imitating Logan’s position, while Eloise just laughed again. “When he was in high school, he had this boy that he would invite over. Foolishly, I thought they were just friends.” Eloise paused as Leo shouted, “We were!” but resumed quickly. “I walked in on them one time just making out naked on the floor. Needless to say, I was yelled at, Leo was yelled at, and Leo’s dad was yelled at for no reason. Anyway, he came out to us that night and he’s no longer allowed to close his door when he had friends over. Even now as an adult, when he and his boyfriends stay with us, there is a strict no closed doors policy.”

The camera crew and his boyfriends laughed as Leo let out a groan of annoyance. “It was one time. Please move on.”

Eloise picked up another card and snorted to herself. “I think I already know which one Leo’s going to pick. Would you rather shoot flowers or rainbows out of your eyes?”

The boys snorted again, Leo quick to answer. “If you're asking if I would rather shoot stupid flowers out of my eyes over freaking gayness, you don’t know me that well.”

Finn and Logan nodded, both letting out a short ‘same.’

“Would you rather send a dirty pic to your dad or your boss?”

“Oh god, I would rather die than send a pic like that to coach or cap. If I did, I have a feeling that I would get kicked off the team,” Finn replied, looking absolutely horrified.

Logan was about to go when Eloise interrupted. “Can we turn this into would you rather, dare addition? You have to pick which one, and if possible do it.”

Marlene looked at the director who gave her the go-ahead, so she gave Mrs. Knut a thumbs up.

“Oh god,” all three boys groaned.

“I guess I’d choose to send it to cap. I feel like he would be pretty understanding. It’s nothing we haven’t all seen in the locker room. And besides, I saw a text message to him from Loops, and let’s just say, I might have gone to see Heather after,” Leo answered, getting a small agreement from his shortest boyfriend.

“Alright boys, then pull out your phones.”

Eloise took all three of them, going through the different spots where they kept those photos. She took each boy's phone, pointedly not taking too much time choosing, especially when it came to her son's phone, and just tapped a random one.

She handed the phones back and checked them all to make sure that they had sent the photo to its intended recipient, with the caption, ‘thinking about your body,’ as requested by Marlene.

She picked up another card, turning to flash it at the camera. “Okay, would you rather be caught in the act by the cops or your current/future in-laws?”

Finn and Logan couldn’t even look Eloise in the eyes as they blurted out cops as quickly as humanly possible.

“Which ones? O’Haras or Tremblays? ‘Cause I could tell you right now, the O’Hara’s would not give a crap. They are some of the coolest people I have ever met. One time they entered our apartment while I was in the middle of making dinner, and there was flour everywhere. It was in everyone’s hair, and instead of being mad that the dinner I had planned was ruined, she just rushed us all to the shower and made dinner herself. I would rather the cops catch us than have the Tremblays though. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, and they’re like my second or third family, but Logan’s sisters scare me.”

Everyone in the studio laughed at Leo’s answers, while Eloise picked up the next card. “Would you rather cuddle in the morning or at night?”

Logan smiled at his boys, and answered, “Definitely morning. We’re all really cuddly in the morning, and these two look gorgeous with the sun hitting them. Everything is all warm, and we get to relax most mornings.”

“There’s just something about cuddling at night when the apartment’s cold. We all get into bed and you two are like my personal space heaters.”

“Leo, love of my life, Achilles to my Patroclus, Remus to my Cap, you are always freezing. It doesn’t matter whether it’s night or morning, you always request us to lay on top of you like a blanket. Go spend some time in Canada and grow some weather tolerance. Morning cuddles trump all other cuddles.”

Logan stared at Finn and rolled his eyes. “Really? Achilles? You nerd.”

“I’m a gay English major. Be quiet.”

Eloise and Leo laughed, Leo, wrapping his arms around his boys.

“Alright, the last question, would you rather marry my son, or win 5 Stanley Cups in a row?”

Leo shared a secret smile with his mom while the boys took a second.

Without even looking at each other, both boys responded “Marry Leo.” They smiled at Eloise, she grabbed one of each of their hands and pulled them closer to her so they were reaching across the table. “Good answer boys. Now do me a favor and turn around.”

They did as they were told, only to gasp when they saw Leo on one knee. He was holding a large blue velvet box in his hand, and there were small pools of tears in his eyes.

“Loves, I have been in love with both of you since the day I walked into my first practice as an official Lions player. I was terrified, and the youngest person there. I could barely even look anyone in the eyes, then you both came over to me, wrapped your arms around me, and paraded me through the locker room. You introduced me to everyone, kept asking if I was okay, then showed me around town unprompted. You took care of me when I was an eighteen-year-old who moved halfway across the country to where I knew no one. Now, I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you. So, will you marry me?”

Eloise got up to stand at the back of the table, rubbing a crying Finn’s shoulder. “Just remember that you have to follow through with your pick.”

Logan then turned towards Marlene who was smiling behind the camera. “You three planned this, didn’t you?”

“Are you just gonna leave me hanging here babes?”

Finn tackled Leo to the ground, making sure to keep his hand under Leo’s head, and smothering his face with kisses. “Of course, I’ll marry you Knutty. I’ll always marry you.”

Leo looked nervous as he sat up and looked at an unmoving Logan. He was staring at the floor where Leo’s knee had previously been. “Lo?”

“I was going to ask. I had the rings, and I asked Celeste to help me make dinner for you two. I had plans Nutter Butter.”

“So is that a yes?” Leo asked, smiling at his shorter boyfriend.

“Of course, it’s a yes, but if you ruin my plans again, I will use your intestines as straws.”

Everyone in the studio laughed again, and Eloise and the boys were crying.

They were interrupted by Leo’s phone going off. He picked up the call from Sirius, letting out a watery ‘what? You’re on speaker phone.’ He put it on speaker phone, and the mics picked up the sound. “Knut, why on Earth do I have two photos of you guys' junk in my messages. And why are you crying?”

“Umm, we’re playing a game of would you rather dare addition for the youtube channel.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re crying. Are you okay?”

“We’re getting married?”

The screams were inaudible on the mics, the noises so loud that they couldn’t be picked up clearly.

Marlene stepped out into the frame of the camera and smiled and waved. “Thank you for watching! Please check out our channel, The Lions for more videos like this. Thank you!”

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