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moonlightazriel · 3 months

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What matters most /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "i’m not sure if you taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something for Az where he has a whole mate and child/family and the IC doesn’t know bc he was to scared for people to know and therefore putting his little family in danger 😭 kinda just an angsty fluffy fic 🫶🏻"

Warnings: Mentions of injury, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,4K

Notes: This request was so fun, i love this fic very much. Thanks again for the request anon ❤️❤️

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Tired eyes roam around, wings almost touching the ground, Azriel’s focus on the other side of Velaris as Rhysand kept talking about the same problems in the Hewn City. He really tried, but the tugs in his chest urged him home. To her.

“We need to go there next week.” Rhysand looked around, his eyes landing on the clearly distracted Shadowsinger. “Everyone must go.” He emphasised, making Azriel internally groan in annoyance.

He wanted to ask for some time off, take his mate and their daughter on a vacation, enjoy their presence and just be with them for as long as he could. Rhys dismissed the meeting and he immediately jumped out of his seat. He wanted to be with her, hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed her. A month away from his mate and their family was always hard, crushing his spirit and draining his energy until he was by her side again.

Without a proper goodbye and completely ignoring Feyre’s invitation to stay for dinner, Azriel fled, his wings carrying him with the wind. The house on the outskirts of Velaris irradiated life. The faelights surrounding the garden welcomed him home, he happily sighed, pushing the door open and sniffling the air, chicken and herbs filled his senses, a tint of strawberry mixed with chocolate chips.

He smiled as the strawberry scent grew stronger, and a pair of arms wrapped itself on his left leg. He looked down, the toddler, 3 years older than Nyx, moved herself around, the tiny wings slowly whooshing in the air as he scooped her up.

“Mommy! DADDY’S HOME.” Little Selene screamed, and he kissed her cheek.

“How are you, baby? Did you take care of mommy for me?” The little girl nodded excitedly.

“I did, and mommy took good care of me too.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed his face, loudly smacking her lips against his skin.

“I don’t deserve a kiss too?” His beautiful mate appeared in front of him, some hair strands falling from the bun she always wore while she cooked, a dirty apron covered her front and she held a wooden spoon, Azriel never saw a much more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Placing Selene on the floor, he pulled her by the waist, his lips delicately brushing against her warm ones. Bliss was the only word close enough to describe the feeling of being in her embrace, being near them, his two girls, the two people he loved the most in this world.

“How was the mission?” She asked, grabbing his hand and leading the way towards their bedroom. Azriel could see the candles illuminating the bathroom, and the bathtub filled to the brim with water and foam, his favourite soap filled his nostrils. She always had a bath ready for him, a pair of fresh clothes and a warm meal whenever he got home from a mission, he could stay two days away or two years, he would always get home to that.

“Incredibly annoying, I couldn't wait to be done and come home.” He discarded his clothes, her hungry gaze watched his every move, he could hear her swallowing hard at his naked figure. He submerged in the hot water, his muscles relaxing right away, she sat by the tub, a cloth in hand and started to rub his back.

“And I couldn't wait to have you back home.” She rubbed a particularly hard spot on his neck that had him moaning in relief. He rested his head against her thigh, her long fingers stroked in between his hair, massaging his scalp. “Lene has a surprise for you.” She warned and he looked at her.

“What is it?” His wife giggled, and raised an eyebrow, which always indicated that she would keep quiet. He smiled at her, stealing the cloth from her hands and rubbing himself. “Then I'd better hurry up.” She nodded, getting up and heading out of the room.

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“As we trained, baby.” Y/N spoke, the late night breeze was a comfortable relief against the hot summer night. Azriel sat by the porch, Y/N held Lene’s hand and the little girl looked at her mother for reassurance. “You won’t fall, and if you do, daddy and I are here to catch you, always.”

With a confident gleam in her eyes, Selene’s wings moved, forcing her body upwards, little by little she started to float, her little hands slipping out of her mother’s reach. Azriel watched in complete awe as his daughter flew, her little body being carried towards the main gate and back to her mother. A month ago, Selene couldn’t go anywhere without holding their hands.

He got up, clapping and urging her for another lap towards the gate and back to him. Her dark hair moved around in the wind, her flushed cheeks and her proud expression crashed against his chest. She squealed in delight as he held her, spinning her around.

“That was so amazing. My girl is growing up so fast.” He kissed her cheek. “Soon you will be flying faster than your old daddy here.” Selene nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be the fastest Illyrian in the world.” Her mother came up to them, her fingers poking her belly, making Selene squirm and laugh.

“You will, my love. But now it’s time to go to bed, okay?” The little girl looked at her father, her mothers eyes looking at him. She was the perfect mix of them both.

“You heard your mother.” He leaned to whisper in her ear. “We can’t disobey her, or else she’ll ground both of us.” Selene nodded, and they took her inside. Azriel placed her in bed, kissing her forehead and wishing her a goodnight, once again telling her how proud he was of her flight.

“She wanted to train all month.” Y/N said, removing the hair tie and letting her hair fall loose, she removed her clothes and reached for one of his old shirts that reached the middle of her thighs. “I wish I could teach her more.”

Despite being a full born Illyrian, Y/N was born without wings, no one understood how this even happened, but Azriel was glad that she was spared from the wings clipping cruelty that still happened on the camp she was born.

“You do more than enough, tonight just proved it. She’ll carry you when you’re too old to even walk.” She laughed, her beautiful smile plastered across her face.

“So I only get to fly when I'm in diapers?” She rested her head against his chest.

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you flying tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes and she playfully slapped his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you.” He blurted after a minute of silence. “I’ll ask Rhys for some time off.”

“You will?” Her big eyes turned towards him, hope sparked in them. He knew he worked a lot, and she was very patient with him missing important things, but someone could only be patient to a certain point, he knew she would snap soon and he didn’t blame her.

“I will, I promise to you.” She kissed his chest.

“I love you, Az.” He could see the excitement covering her tone even if she tried to hide it, he was going to ask Rhys after the trip to the Court of Nightmares, he was sure that he would understand.

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Azriel fixed his leathers, the new syphon in his chest was a shade darker than the others, he had used his main one to make a ring for Y/N and a necklace for Selene, so they would always have an important part of him with them. The remaining of the stone was well guarded in case he needed to make more jewellery for Lene’s future siblings.

“Everyone ready to go?” Rhysand’s voice sounded from somewhere behind him, but before he could muster a response, a piece of paper materialised itself in front of him. At the same time, his chest was flooded by a wave of pure distress and fear. He shifted anxiously, opening the paper.

“Selene got too excited flying and she fell, i think she broke her arm. I’m taking her to the healers hall, please meet me there.” The words sank in his chest, she was eager to fly a longer distance because he had said if she could fly until she reached the tree a few feet away from their house, he would take her flying for a whole day. It was his fault.

He didn’t register the voices calling his name, he just wanted to get to Selene as fast as he could. He was halfway into the threshold, hand on the cold doorknob, ready to leave, when his body suddenly went completely still. He couldn’t move.

“I told you to stay.” Rhysand’s High Lord voice commanded and he growled, turning to him slowly.

“Let me go.” Azriel demanded. Rhys raised an eyebrow, he never had to use his powers on Azriel because he never failed to do his duty.

“Whatever is wrong with you, it's not more important than this trip, i told you everyone must go.” Everyone in the room could see the rage simmering in the Shadowsinger’s gaze, his golden eyes burning holes in Rhysand’s skull.

“I don’t want to fight with you. LET. ME. GO.” His pure will of being with his family pushed Rhysand’s restrainings away, they silently watched as he started to move.

“I already told y..” Rhysand was cut short by the furious laughter of Azriel.

“Nothing is more important than my daughter.” The words left his lips, leaving the whole inner circle astonished, his what? “Let alone that maggot who thinks he’s better than you.” Azriel turned around. “So I'll see you later.” And with that he left.

Azriel kept his little family hidden from everyone, even from the people he trusted the most in the world, cuz he could never forgive himself if something ever happened to them. The thought of having them kidnapped and used as a way to get to him, their bruised bodies and broken spirit always flooded his mind whenever he thought of revealing them to the world. They were his most precious treasure and he would do anything in his power to keep them safe from the people who could harm them.

“We need to go after him.” Feyre said, the distressed expression on his face completely shattered her heart. “And you will apologise, he would never fail his duty if it wasn’t important for him, you should’ve let him go.” She scolded and guilt filled Rhys’s violet eyes. He nodded, the Hewn City could wait, his brother was more important, and apparently his niece’s wellbeing too.

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As the inner circle arrives at the Healers Hall, they spot Madja, she’s talking to a female. The female holds a little winged girl tightly against her chest, the little girl has a cast on her left arm, her little eyes are red with tears, a wet trail down her cheeks and the cutest pout ever. Without needing confirmation, they just know that it’s them.

They slowly approach, Azriel’s eyes meet Rhysand, he’s holding a glass of water and heading back to the female’s side. She’s too focused on Madja to notice the group coming behind them. The little girl notices tho, her eyes looking curiously at them, her features painfully familiar to the male standing by her side. Azriel whispered something to the female as Madja left.

She turned to them, her hand smoothing the girl’s hair. They looked beautiful together, and they wondered if she was his mate. By the way he pulled her close, they could only assume that yes, she was his mate. They could only guess what reason he had to hide them, the family he always wanted, how heavy this secret might’ve been to carry alone.

“What happened to this beautiful girl?” Feyre asked, stepping forward. Selene looked at her parents for reassurance, the two of them nodded slowly.

“Tell what you’ve been up to, Selene.” The female’s soft voice sounded. Feyre almost laughed with the coincidence, certainly Azriel noticed it. Selene the goddess of the Moon and Nyx the goddess of the Night.

“I wanted to fly like daddy, but I fell.” She lifted the cast to them. “Do you want to sign it?” Feyre nodded, despite looking like Azriel, she wasn’t as shy as he was.

“Not now baby.” He said, his eyes locked up in a staring match with Rhys. “Maybe later, when they come over for dinner.” The High Lord nodded, they wouldn't miss this chance of learning about this secret part of his life.

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The house was cosy, in a quiet place, like they always pictured Azriel’s house as. Coloured markers were scattered around the living room table, everyone needed to pick one and sign Selene’s cast in order to access the rest of the house, as she happily demanded. Swirls of shadows, hearts, flowers and names marked her cast, she meticulously examined every single drawing, before happily dragging the three year old boy along with her, towards a pile of toys.

Y/N, as she introduced herself, was moving around the kitchen, different aromas lingered in the air, Elain was immediately by her side, chopping vegetables. Feyre and Mor prepared the table, while Nesta watched over the kids. The females talked, getting to know all they could about Y/N and their family. She happily engaged in the conversation like they were long time friends.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys sat by the living room, cups filled with liquor. Rhys wanted to apologise, so he cleared his throat, his violet eyes filled with regret. The two males stopped the chat, turning to him.

“I’m so sorry for how I acted. I should’ve assumed that you would never leave if it wasn’t important for you.” The Shadowsinger nodded. “I should’ve never stopped you.”

“And I should've told you, a long time ago.” He answered.

“No, you didn’t have to.” Cassian intervenes.

“He’s right, you had your reasons, I would've done the same for Feyre and Nyx.” Azriel smiled, knowing very well that he would, in fact, do the same if he ever needed to.

“I don’t want to hide them anymore.” He looked over to his mate, talking with his sisters in law, and his daughter, playing with her cousin.

“Then we’ll be glad to be their protectors.” Rhysand spoke. Cassian reached for his and Azriel’s hand.

“As long as we live, they will be safe. All of them. That is a promise.” And their skins prickled, a tattoo forming to seal the bargain made between the three brothers. As long as they lived, their families would always be safe, no harm would ever get to them.

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readychilledwine · 5 months

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Little One

Summary - After arriving home for the first time in 50 years, Rhysand is shocked to find someone so small in his sister's arms. (Azriel x Rhysands sister!oc)

Warnings - post UTM, broken Rhys, children

A/N - If this has posted, I have given birth and this is kicking off my maternity celebration. A lot of these next couple weeks will carry the theme of family. The good, bad, ugly, and happy sides of it. And of course, the angst and spice that comes with relationships. I wanted to start with a piece I wrote after my own brothers learned they were going to be Uncles for the first time, and will probably end the celebration with Light in the Hallway (dad!Eris x reader) because that piece is so... special to me.

"Well, welcome home!" Rhys nodded, looking at Cassian who was wearing a shit eating grin. Cassian kept looking at Azriel and back to Rhys. The high lord looked at Mor who was bouncing in place. Then Armen who was also hiding a smile.

Azriel was blushing, hiding in his shadows. Rhys was quick to notice the lack of black hair, golden skin, and long beautiful legs that normally stood holding Azriel's hands at all times. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Where's my sister?" Mor squealed at the comment, bouncing hard.

"You mean his wife?" Azriel shot a look to the blonde before his face grew more red. Rhys raised a brow before smiling ferally.

"Did you finally marry her? Azriel, that's-" Rhys face twitched to a half smile as the door opened and a familiar, "Where's my mate?" Came through the room.

He felt her exhaustion before he saw her. Her mind was a scattered mess of stress, and yet she was content and joyful. Rhys walked over to the doorway to the hall. He leaned against the framed out entry way from the greeting room to the living room watching the female.

Selene stood in the entrance, back to him as she removed her coat and then her heeled shoes. She was wearing a beautiful tea length black dress with tulle straps that tied over her shoulders. Her hair was longer, significantly longer, Rhys noted. "Stop staring Cassian."

Rhys smiled at the soft melody of her voice. The gentleness it held was a constant fresh air that comforted everyone around her. He cleared his throat, excited to see his baby sister for the first time in 50 years, "I apologize, Sel. I can't help but admire your beauty when I haven't laid eyes on you in so long." Selene instantly froze, her mind pausing to process the voice she heard. She moved again, standing up and stopping whatever she had been adjusting on the floor. She spun quickly, staring at him in shock.

He studied her face. It was truly the soft version of his. She had the same angular high cheekbones, the same starlight filled eyes, the same lip shape only hers were fuller. In fact, she in general was softer, fuller. She had gained a little weight, her breasts were fuller, hips a little wider. She was devastatingly beautiful before, but whatever had made her body scream "goddess" had Rhys thankful she was one of his spies and had not run off to another court.

She whispered softly, "Rhys."

"Selene."

They moved at the same time, her jumping into his chest, her arms finding his neck, his finding her waist. They laughed softly together. Rhysand's eyes closed as he took in the pleasant warmth of her body and the scent of flowers and honey. It took him a second, but his nose slowly processed something else. He dug his head into her neck, finding the scent of night air and cedar that clung to her skin. But there was something else.

Someone else. Rhysand's eyes snapped open while studying her. "Are you and Azriel welcoming other people into your bed again?" He smiled ferally at her, "The shields only been down for a day. He must be a good lover if you already ran off to him?"

The female threw her head back, her laughter ringing through the home like bells. She looked at Rhys, "One, your shields weren't that hard for me to get through. Two, we kind of are. Go sit on the couch and shut your eyes!"

Rhys raised a brow before following the orders of his sister. Mor was about to burst with joy, already holding back tears, Cassian was beaming. Armen smiled at Azriel as the shadowsinger softly smiled at Rhys. The high lord closed his eyes, "If this was a plot to kill me, just know im thankful it was your hands and not someone elses." Her laughter made him smile again as he heard her moving towards him.

The scent hit him again, stronger this time. He could finally place it. It was soft and spicy, as if it was still developing and wrapped heavily in the scent of Azriel. It reminded him of lavender and vanilla underneath all of the layer. Lavender, vanilla, and baby powder? Rhys questioned.

Rhys felt Selene's arms on his. She was moving gently and staying very quiet. In fact, the whole room had grown quiet as Rhys processed a soft fabric in his arms. As she removed her arms, leaving whatever she was holding in his hands, it hit him instantly. His eyes shot open, and a loud sob left his mouth.

"You had a fucking baby." Bright eyes stared back up at Rhys, studying him as Rhys raised a hand to stroke the rosy cheeks of the faeling in his arms. "Hi baby," He felt the first tear fall and didn't bother trying to hide the rest. "I'm your Uncle Rhys. What's your name?"

Azriel had moved, kneeling in front of Rhysand. He cooed his daughter softly as she stared up at her uncle with wide blue eyes. His blue eyes. His sister's blue eyes. "This is Estelle. She's just under a year old. I'm sorry we couldn't ask you about the name, but we just -" Selene and Azriel's jaws twitched. Selene had looked away and up, blocking the painful reminder.

"We knew," Cassian answered softly. "She looks just like sissy."

"She does." Rhys admired the tiny nose, chubby cheeks, and her perfect soft skin as he enjoyed this moment with his niece. She looked like a small version of his middle sister, the only key different was she had the same eyes as Rhys and Selene instead of the illyrian Hazel her namesake had inherited from his mother.

He held a hand out for Selene to take and the new mother did, moving to sit next to him. "Do you have everything she needs in all the houses?"

"We were only missing one thing, Rhys. And you're here now, so we have everything she needs," she answered softly, tears running down her own face. "I owe you some money and an apology, though. I had to break the shield for me to be able to get into Velaris, but I ensured Noone recognized me. I also spent a fair bit of money." She was playing with her long dark hair, guilt causing her shoulders to fall forward. "Cassian told me nothing she has could be used."

The high lord laughed, pulling his sister into him before kissing her head, "Oh no, how could you spend the money I would have spent on my niece anyways?" The sarcasm in his tone made the room laugh. "Should we get you and mommy matching dresses? Yes we should. My beautiful girls," Az hung his head in laughter before Rhys paused again, "You can feel the power in this little thing."

"She creates shadows-" Selene drug out the "s" as she avoided eye contact with Rhys.

"They're completely sentient. They have a mind of their own and only respond to her. They take the form of things she likes. Lately they have all looked like Armen. We also think something else is going on involving the stars. She almost… Glitters under the night sky." Azriel explained as his hand touched her head. Rhys looked to Amren, and the ancient being only smirked as she sipped her glass of spiced blood. Any ideas? He asked her silently.

Rhysand's eyes grew wide as he smirked at the giggling babe, her beautiful eyes locked on Auntie Amren, "Delightful. Tell me everything about her." The inner circle all moved to surround the High lord and new parents. Telling him stories about the baby girl chewing on his fingers before reaching out crying for her mother.

"I watched her rearrange the stars one night," Amren said slowly. "She must have missed Baba, because there's now a bat shaped constellation that wasn't there before. Isn't there, little one?"

"She's hungry. I'm sorry. I'll bring her right back," Selene moved with grace, collecting her daughter, and walking up the stairs, breast already mostly exposed as she cooed to the baby.

Rhys looked at Azriel and asked one last time, "You're sure you have everything she needs?"

Azriel smiled, "Like she said, you were the only thing missing. Stell has everything she needs, and I know we all will give her everything she could ever want." The inner circle nodded at the Spymaster's words. "Right now, the biggest argument we've had was if she'd continue tradition and we would take her to Illyria to train, or if we'd keep her here."

Rhysand watched as Cassian's jaw began a feather light twitch. "My niece is not training in Illyria unless things have changed completely and clipping is an offense punishable by death. Even then I will not leave her."

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose. "So we forsake our culture? You and I know that will never happen. She will always be a target-"

"Another time, brothers." Rhysand smiled at them, stopping the argument that was about to ensure. "I'm taking the two of them shopping tomorrow. I'm buying everything Selene touches. I don't believe you have everything my little niece needs." Rhysand wanted to hear it one last time. To hear what she and Azriel both said and genuinely meant just one more time.

Azriel rolled his eyes, "She will not let you do that, Rhys. All that was missing was you."

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that-sarcastic-writer · 9 months

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Twisted Love

Billy Russo X Latina!Mercenary!Reader

Summary: based on this moodboard murder date with Billy made by the love of my life @fluffyprettykitty thank you for the inspo

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors yall better dnfi, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, blood kink, choking, hair pulling, degradation, he calls her a whore and she likes it, allusion to gunplay & knife play, Billy and reader get turned on by questionable acts, def dark themes, dark!Billy, dead bodies, actual murder, many acts of violence, and Billy canonically likes it rough and painful, they're both just unhinged

Reader is referred to as she/her, speaks Spanish here and there and is described to have long hair. If this is not you, that is okay. This is solely based on the moodboard. I use no further specifications so you can enjoy it regardless :)

WC: 4k

A/N: I'm sorry in advance for the person that I am, I blame selene for encouraging this. You have been warned, you read under your own responsibility. I missed Billy and his murderous questionable kinks, so here we are. (If you actually enjoy this you I guarantee we will see each other in hell)

"Billy." You groaned quietly, the voice in your earpiece shutting up at the sharpness of your voice.

"Yes darlin'?"

"I can't focus on shooting your target if you keep saying how you're going to fuck me stupid tonight. Or how you've been really wanting to fuck me with your gun." You said the last part through your teeth as you did your best to remain professional and stay focused. You were a mercenary, sure, but you were a professional one.

"If you keep talkin' back, I will do so much more than that. You like knives, don't you?" You could hear the smug smirk he probably had on his face through his voice, even through your earpiece.

You couldn't help but groan, your skin growing burning hot under all of your gear, and it was getting hard to control your breathing the longer he kept spitting filthy words at you.

"This is your op, Billy. So we can either have phone sex or I can shoot your target. Can't do both." You rolled your eyes, adjusting your grip on your handgun as you tried to ignore the heat between your legs. You heard him chuckle.

"You're gettin' paid either way darlin'," he reminded you. "But if you get a headshot, I'll give you your bonus."

You actually laughed at this, a smirk of your own falling on your lips, "You know I never miss. Don't gotta double tap if I shoot 'em in the head."

This was like a little game of yours. Any time Billy called you— for anything other than a good fuck— it was for a target mission off the books. Legally, he was just a private contractor. Private security was his main gig. But off the books, he was still getting paid to take out targets for his old military superiors. When someone pushed at his buttons too much, he called you. Because you were like a ghost, in and out, no one even knew you were ever there. And he thought your post-op adrenaline made for killer sex. You getting paid was just a courtesy on his end. You had honestly stopped caring about the money a long time ago. But he paid you your part anyway. So it was a win-win situation for everyone involved.

"Mhmm, I love it when you talk dirty." He sighed a long breath and you smiled to yourself, holding your gun close to your chest as you quietly walked through the dark, otherwise empty house. You could hear movement and indistinct voices on the other side of the wall

"I hear voices in the next room. Two targets so far. Standby for confirmation." Billy laughed at how official you sounded. You truly never did get rid of that military part of you.

You peeked your head through the crack on the door of a large study. You chewed on your bottom lip as you tried to identify the targets. One was the man Billy had hired you to kill, a Marine Colonel that had gotten too greedy and was making threats. That didn't exactly sit well with Billy or anyone else involved. The other man, though, you weren't sure, but he also seemed to be military.

"I'm looking at your target. But I'm not sure who the other one is. Looks military, though. What do you want me to do?" You whispered the question to Billy. He stayed silent for a few seconds. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, growing inpatient at his silence. But he spoke before you could yell at him.

He groaned first, clearly something hadn't gone according to plan. "Just take both of them out. I don't need witnesses."

"Whatever you say, pretty boy." You took in a deep breath, your heart starting to race as the adrenaline started to pump in your blood.

"Remember, I want you in and out, don't worry about nobody else. That's what I'm here for, baby."

"You're such a romantic, mi cielo." You bit your lip, you heard him chuckle in response.

You waited another second, long enough for them to be close enough for you to take them out both at the same time before the other could draw their gun. Stealth was your specialty anyway. You were thankful the large doors didn't creak when you opened them further. Both men were facing away from you. Good. You took a step inside the study, and with a grin, you pulled the trigger.

One.

Two.

Both men dropped to the ground with a thud. You sighed out the breath you had been holding and you slowly approached the two bodies. And you smiled at your work.

Headshots.

"I'm done here. Getting out now." You said to Billy. You heard him give you a quick hum of confirmation.

You nodded to yourself, picking up your shell casings before you hurried out of the study. You went around through long halls for what seemed to be an eternity, until you came to the hall that led to the foyer of the house.

Almost there.

"Don't you fucking move." A voice rasped beside you. You saw out of the corner of your eye the barrel of a handgun. Well so much for Billy taking care of everything.

You closed your eyes, slowly raising your hands to show your handgun. You turned your head enough to look at the man. More military. Great. This was going to be shit show.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" The man screamed at you, his gun still on your face. You said nothing, you simply stared at him. He couldn't really see your face, not through your balaclava. Only your eyes were visible. "Give me that fucking gun and get on the ground. Now!"

You stared at him, not moving a muscle. The only man you would ever get on your knees for was Billy. This one could shoot you for all you cared.

"I said get on your knees or I'll shoot!'

"Shoot me then." You said dryly, hands still in the air.

Just get a bit closer, you thought.

The man seethed at your response and stepped closer. Your lips irked up. You turned your body, your free hand gripping his gun and diverting it away from your head. The man squeezed the trigger. You grunted loudly, your ears ringing, but you didn't care. You wrestled with the man, landing a punch on his face that made his nose gush with blood. He stumbled backward but didn't fall. If anything, that made him more angry, and he lunged at you. He reached for the braid that stuck from under your balaclava and he pulled, really fucking hard. You grunted out in pain when he tugged your hair to drag you close enough for him to grab you. You fought against him, but you could only do so much against a man twice your size. His fist hit your jaw with enough force to make you dizzy for a second. And he took that opportunity to grab your vest and threw you over a nearby coffee table. Your body slammed so hard against it you ended up on the floor, with it in pieces.

You weren't a religious person, but goddamn, you were seeing God right about now. You groaned in pain as you tried to push through. You tried to sit up as fast as you could, but the man was already towering over you, and a large boot forced you down by your chest. You forced down the cry of pain you wanted to let out, only breathing out sharply instead. You couldn't find your gun, and you had one, pointed right at your face now.

"Fucking bitch." The man spat, leaning down to tear your balaclava from your face. You grunted, your face twisted into a scowl as he pulled it off. He scoffed. He was about to say something into his walkie when a voice you were all too familiar with caught his attention.

"Hey." Billy stood a few feet away, having heard the gunshot and ran in. He didn't even flinch when he pulled the trigger. The man dropped dead a second later.

You blew out a breath of relief, and you laughed, running a hand over your face. Well shit. You were hoping you wouldn't get any blood on yourself tonight.

Billy was beside you in a split second, a large hand pulling you up to your feet. His eyes were big with a mixture of panic and anger, and he scanned your body for injuries. His hand landed on your lip, split and bleeding. His jaw ticked but you shook your head at him.

"You okay?" He asked with a heavy breath. You nodded at him, your own hands touching his face. Blood stained his neck and part of his face. But you had a feeling it wasn't his. "Si?"

You nodded again, "Si."

Billy plastered a hard kiss on your lips, his hand holding the back of your head. You hummed against his lips, gripping his own vest. He pulled back after a few seconds, and his eyes landed on the dead man lying next to him. His neck twitched, and his jaw tightened as he pulled the trigger two more times. The man was already dead, Billy had shot him in the head the first time. But he needed to get that out of his system.

"That was by far the hottest thing you've ever done for me." You breathed out, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You kissed him this time. Much harder. He groaned into your mouth, the side of his handgun brushing your hip as he gripped them with both hands.

"Did you do what I asked?" He muttered against your lips.

"Headshots. As always." You smirked against his lips, your skin growing hot just as the ache between your legs grew.

"Mhmm, that's a good girl." He pressed another kiss to your lips. "Come. Gotta get outta here."

You nodded, looking on the ground for a second for your handgun. Your eyes skimmed around for a bit before you smiled and you happily picked it up from the ground. When you looked up, Billy was looking at you with an irked eyebrow.

"Que? It's my favorite gun. I wasn't gonna leave it here. It's got my fingerprints all over it." You shrugged, casually walking past Billy towards the kitchen. You came through that backdoor. It'd probably be easier to leave that way as well.

Billy watched you with a raised eyebrow. It did always turn him on to see you in your tactical gear. He laughed to himself and followed you. He stayed close behind you, within hand reach at all times. He was so close that he actually bumped into your back when you stopped abruptly. You turned around, and one of your hands came to grip his vest while the other held up your handgun. He frowned, about to question you when you forcefully moved him to the side an inch or two.

"Agh shit!" He grunted out, a bullet still catching the plate on his back with enough force to make him stumble.

You kept your grip on his vest as you pulled the trigger twice and he heard a loud thud a second later. When he turned his head he saw a guard on his back, writhing in pain as blood gushed from his chest. Shit, he must have missed the guy when he was clearing the outside of the house.

He draped a hand over his shoulder where the bullet hit, eyes never leaving you as you quietly walked over to the guard, gun held up. The man began to stammer, coughing up blood as he tried to crawl away. You blinked, head tilted and jaw tight as you pulled the trigger two more times. The man stopped moving with that second bullet. Your face twisted with disdain when you felt blood splatter on your face. Again.

"Agh, puta sangre de mierda." This fucking blood.

You harshly wiped your hand over your face, probably making a bigger mess than there already was. You flinched, your gun held up and stopped at Billy's chest. He had a wide smirk on his face, his hands raised, but he was just mocking you.

"You wanna point that gun somewhere else, pretty girl?" He taunted with a smirk. You gritted your teeth and clenched your jaw.

"Estás fucking sordo?" Are you fucking deaf? Billy couldn't speak Spanish. But he had learned to pick up on your angry Spanish over time. His smirk only grew wider when you holstered your gun and slammed your flat hands against his chest, attempting to shove him, but he didn't move much. "Did you not hear the motherfucker coming? Are you okay? Did the bullet go through the plate?"

He found your angry concern amusing, endearing even. But the mocking smirk on his face only made your blood boil more.

"Aw, my pretty mercenary is worried about me?" He taunted you more, and the fire in your eyes made him completely forget about the throbbing on his shoulder blade. Though he felt a different kind of throb when he felt your flat palm collide with his cheek.

His eyes widened for a second as he processed the heat spreading through his cheek. He breathed a laugh, but it wasn't a humorous one. Not in the slightest. He ran his tongue over his lips, he could taste the smallest bit of blood. He counted in his head. Six guards altogether, three Marines inside. There were five dead bodies outside. Four inside. Good.

He didn't say a word as he reached out to you, he grabbed the back of your braid and crashed his lips against yours with so much force it gave you whiplash. You didn't protest though, you welcomed it, actually. You gripped his vest tightly as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He hummed with satisfaction as you clung to his vest. He gripped your hair tightly as he made you back into the kitchen island behind you.

You gasped into his mouth when you felt him hoist you up on the counter.

"The fuck are you doing?" You pulled back enough to speak, not that you were arguing with him, you had been wanting him ever since you got here. He flashed you a sadistic grin as he gripped your vest and pulled you to the edge so that he was standing between your open legs.

"Gonna fuck you stupid. That's what." He replied in a heartbeat as his fingers unbuckled the clasps of your vest. He tossed it aside and his eyes instantly landed on the blood splatters staining your jaw and neck.

"Right here?" You gave him a wide eyed look, lips slightly parted as he ridded himself of his own vest, leaving him a plain black long-sleeve compression shirt.

"Right here. You did everythin' I asked, and more. And you know I'm a man of my word." Your long-sleeve black shirt was gone next and his lips immediately attached to your jaw. "You don't gotta play innocent with me darlin'. Bet if I touch you you’ll be soaking wet."

Fuck, you wished he didn’t know you so well. You were real fucking good at pretending with the whole world. But you couldn't pretend with him. And you couldn't deny that you had been wanting him to fuck you senseless the second you saw his face that day. And that tactical uniform of his, fuck it didn't help your cause in the slightest.

"You know I always want you, doesn't matter when or where." You answered through a ragged breath, your eyelashes fluttered as he ran his tongue over the skin of your neck, and at the same time, he shoved his hand into your cargo pants, right past your panties.

"Yeah, you want me? You want me right now? Covered in blood and everythin'?" He pulled back enough to watch your face as his finger brushed over your cunt. And he was pleased by how right he was. You were so wet. Your mouth fell open as he slipped a finger into you with ease. "You are such a fuckin' whore. You've been this wet this whole time, haven't you? You just killed three men for me, and you're wet?"

God, you should feel disgusted with yourself, with him, but you felt nothing of the sort. If anything, it aroused you more. You ground your hips against his hand, desperate for more as your shaky hands fumbled with the belt of your cargo pants. You tugged until you ultimately got them off one leg once you managed to kick off one of your combat boots. Billy only watched with amusement as you struggled. But he otherwise didn't help you. He liked watching you struggle.

"Goddamn you're so needy. Such a needy whore." He mocked you with a laugh, but he rewarded you with another finger nonetheless.

"Yes, yes I'm a whore." You whined, holding yourself upright by gripping his shirt. "I'm your whore. Fuck— Please, I did good."

Billy nodded at this, the pathetic pleads coming from your mouth making his cock strain against his cargos even more. How such a fierce and vicious mercenary like yourself could give in so easily to him he had no idea, but he sure wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest.

"Yeah. Yeah, you did. I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve, don't worry." He spoke through a groan, he rutted his palm against your clit, brushing against it as he curled his fingers against that one spot that made your thighs shudder.

You bunched his shirt around your fist as your mouth fell open in a silent moan, your hips involuntarily grinding against his hand. Billy watched with amusement as you desperately rocked yourself back and forth on the counter while he undid his pants with his free hand.

His fingers left you abruptly, leaving your chasing and jaw slacked. You whined, your mouth opening to curse at him but he was gripping your braid with one hand as he brushed his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick.

"Yell at me again and I will fuck you with my gun until you cry." He spat, his jaw twitching as he forcefully slammed into you with a snap of his hips.

You actually cried out this time, your toes curling and your nails dug into his chest. He pulled you to the edge of the counter until your legs hung loosely over his hips. He wound up his hand around your hair, pulling your head back as he rutted himself against you. He held your neck on full display as he dipped his head and ran his tongue over where blood stained your skin.

"Fuck baby— you always feel so good. But goddamn, you fuckin' taste like heaven." He breathed against your skin, dragging his tongue from your pulse point to your jaw.

Your fingers slipped into his hair, tangling around the chocolate locks to the root. And you pulled, and you pulled so hard he actually grunted in pain.

"Dios Billy." You moaned, your lips against his ear, and he slammed into you so hard then he made you slide back on the counter.

"Not God, baby. But I can be." He breathed out a laugh, his face pressed against your cheek as he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. "Trust me, darlin', when I'm done with you, not even God is gonna make you get outta bed tomorrow."

You choked out a cry as he brought you closer against him— if that was even possible— and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. His cock hit so deep it actually made you roll your eyes back this time.

"O-oh shit— shit Billy. I'm gonna come. Please, I wanna come." You spoke in between pants, what you could manage to say with his hand on your throat. You were holding on to him for dear fucking life, both arms thrown over his shoulder as if he was the only thing keeping you from slipping off the countertop.

"You wanna come? My pretty mercenary wants to come? You earned it, didn't you?" He pulled back enough to watch your face, and he released the grip on your throat so you could respond.

"Yes! Coño I earned it, please." You sounded so desperate but you didn't care, if there was one man in this world you could let yourself be vulnerable for it was Billy.

"Mhmm, of course you did." He slipped his hand between your bodies and his thumb rubbed harsh circles on your clit and he drilled into you, pretty much holding you in one place with a tight grip on your ass. "Yeah, like that? Yeah just like that, come for me. You're good at following orders, so come."

You were seeing white the second his thumb was on your clit and your fingers tugged at the roots of his hair as you came with a silent cry. You eyes were screwed shut and your mouth was hanging wide open as you gripped him tight enough to make his cock twitch. He breathed out a sigh of satisfaction and his lips curled up as he felt your wetness coat his cock. He looked down, and the sight of his cock slick with your come almost made him lose it.

With a grunt he held you to his chest with a tight grip on the back of your neck and his fingers dug into your ass, holding you still for him as he fucked you.

"Yeah, you take it just like that. Fuck— fuck that's a good girl." He moaned out the words, his head falling back ever so slightly. Enough for you to press your lips to his neck. But what made him completely lose it was your tongue, on his neck, similarly licking up the dry blood on his skin. "Ooh fuck me."

His fingers dug deep into your scalp, enough for you to feel a slight burn, but you didn't fucking care. You dragged your lips up to his jaw as he fell still and you breathed out a laugh of satisfaction when you felt him spill himself inside you. He dragged his hips lazily, once, twice more before he just stood still. His fingers were deep rooted in your hair and his eyes were closed. You closed your own eyes as you pressed your forehead against his chest with a lazy smile on your face.

Billy was silent, his fingers loosening on your hair until only his fingers were lazily dragging his fingers through the now loose strands. You kept your face on his chest, simply listening to his rapid heartbeat that matched your own. It slowly went steady, back to its normal rhythm. Only then Billy pulled back enough to look at your face. His dark eyes watched your face with something much softer and his fingers brushed over your bruised lip.

"'M fine Billy. You've done worse." You sighed softly at him, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. He furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"That's me, though. I've never hit you— without your permission anyway. But I've never bruised your face. It ain't the same." He frowned, and you couldn't help but grin at his protectiveness.

"I said I'm fine, mi cielo." You squeezed his wrist and shot up your eyebrows at him with a suggestive smile on your face. "Does this place have a master bathroom?"

Billy thought for a second, he had been here once at least before. He figured a house this big probably did have a large bathroom.

"Probably, why?"

"Wanna wash this blood off me?"

Billy's scowl was quickly replaced by a wide smirk of his own and he could feel his cock twitch the slightest bit as your suggestive tone.

"For this pussy? Baby, I'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on."

Billy was a fucked up man that had met his fucked up match. And he'd be damned if he ever denied you anything.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x you #billy russo smut #billy russo #the punisher

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geminineart · 1 year

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I've been watching all Pretty Cure seasons one by one for the last couple of years, and I always wanted to do some fan-redesigns, but never get the chance to! However, Star Twinkle has some of my favorite outfit designs (and some of the most wasted character design potential too…) so I couldn't miss this opportunity!

Cure Star's magical girl outfit is almost the same, but her civilian version has some tweaks here and there, because I like my human magicals having human colors before transformation! I also wanted her torso to be a little bit more square-shaped, but kept her general bodytype fairly thin, because I thought it fitted her personality and the way she moves!

Cure Milky was my favorite redesign of the group! Lala is beautiful, I think we all can agree on that, but I wanted to give her a full alien appearance (a cute one, yes, but alien after all)! So I took inspiration from the stereotypical green alien with slim bodies and huge head/eyes (probably inspired by that meme about Anime girls being aliens in disguise, too…) and made both her Magical girl and civilian versions too look like actual aliens! I also added a human disguise tho, so she can blend in with humans while staying with her friends on Earth!!!

Cure Soleil, the first (main) latina Pretty Cure!♥ This one's very meaningful to me for obvious reasons, and she's so beautiful in and out! The changes I did to her outfits were minimal, but I played around with her bodytype (It's true that we latinas are known to have curvier frames, so I wanted her to have a fuller figure that her og counterpart! ) and her hair texture, and her eye/hair colors. I still felt her blonde her was pretty iconic, tho… so I decided she has it dyed!

Last human Precure, Cure Selene! She has a pretty defined appearance, so I didn't had to do that much work with her, but she's a champion archer, so I tried to give her an inverted-triangle bodyshape, guessing she had some decently developed muscles in her back and arms! Also for her civilian appearance I decided to make her outfit more serious and her colors darker to make her look a little more… japanese! Hahaha ♥️

Cure Cosmos! ♥️ She has my favorite personality from the original group, but there were lots of little things from her design I wanted to change, including her keeping her original appearance when transforming, keeping her fur, hair and ears/tails, on the same hue, and some little tweaks to her Magical outfit! I also chose her human outfit based on some song cover from the show. She has her cat-ears and tail hidden under the puffy hat and blouse!

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justthatwwegirl · 5 months

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Valentine

Liv Morgan x Female OC (Selene)

(This is long, it's written badly, and I am very sorry for that. This is also inspired by Laufey's song Valentine. Love Laufey.)

It was a rainy Monday morning, 7:00 am sharp. Selene had just woken up and decided to make herself a cup of coffee.

Selene grabbed her coffee and as she was drinking it, looked out the window. It was Monday which meant tonight was raw.

Which also meant, it was Valentine's Day. Selene shook her head and scrolled through her phone.

Selene never had a Valentine. Which is why she never really cared for the holiday. But that didn't mean she never wished for a Valentine...

Which is why she was beaming at the sight of her phone. One thing Selene could admit was that she had a big crush on her co-worker and tag team partner, Liv Morgan.

Selene was the shy one in the duo. She didn't speak to many people, she kept to herself, and for some reason, she never smiled. Even in the ring, when they are doing promos, Liv is the one who talks the most. Selene speaks a little but she isn't as outspoken as Liv.

Liv didn't mind that. After a while, their first encounter, Liv and Selene started to become friends. After that, Selene slowly started to develop a crush on Liv.

Selene shook her head and rubbed her face.

But soon, she had an idea.

What if? She asked Liv to be her Valentine. I mean, in Selene's mind it was perfect. It was February 14th and it was also raw. And, Liv and Selene had a match against Chelsea and Sonya for the women's tag titles.

Selene then realized a couple flaws in the plan to ask Liv to be her Valentine.

First of all, what if Liv didn't even like her?

In Selene's mind, Liv had shown absolutely zero signs of her possibly liking Selene.

So if Selene just went up to Liv and asked her to be her Valentine, Liv would nine times out of ten, say no.

And the hell was Selene going to tell Liv that she liked her? Yeah, Selene and Liv were friends, possibly best friends.

But whenever Liv was by Selene, her heart pounded. Sometimes her cheeks would get red and it got hard to breathe around Liv.

So telling Liv that she liked her was no easy task.

Selene groaned in frustration and looked back at her phone.

Soon, she had to leave to start heading to the arena. Selene was still going to do her plan of asking Liv to be her Valentine. She just hoped she wouldn't back out and actually man up and ask Liv.

Selene had just arrived at the arena, getting out of her car, and holding a bag.

The bag contained a bouquet mixed with red, pink, and white roses. A card that Selene had written, expressing how much she loved Liv and some chocolate.

Even though Selene wasn't the best at gift giving, damn did she put thought into the gifts she gave Liv. For example, the bouquet.

Red roses were a symbol of passion, love, and romance. Pink roses were a symbol of admiration, happiness, and love. And white roses were a symbol of young love, friendship, and new beginnings.

Slowly, Selene walked into the arena, holding the bag in her left hand.

She had entered the women's locker room and gotten dressed in her gear, which was matching with Liv.

"Selene!" The voice made Selene's heart start pounding.

Selene turned around to a smiling Liv. Selene swore that she could have cracked a smile herself just by looking at Liv.

Before Selene could give Liv a hello, she was pulled into a hug by her. Selene's cheeks were cherry red and she felt hot.

Selene returned the hug but after a few seconds, they both pulled away.

"You ready for tonight?!" Liv asked Selene in a very happy and excited way.

"Of course I am, sunshine." Selene said, looking directly into Liv's eyes and growing hot. Selene had always called Liv sunshine during their time as a tag team. Selene felt like it described Liv in one word. Sunshine.

"I see a bag with a bouquet... Who's it for?" Liv asked, pointing to the bag that Selene placed in the corner.

Selene started to panic. She knew what to say but her mind was straight up panicking. What if Liv rejected her and it was awkward during the match?

"Uh... This is actually for," Before Selene could finish, a voice had interrupted her.

"Liv!" Rhea said and Liv turned around, giving Rhea a hug.

Selene bit her tongue before looking back at the bouquet, then Liv and Rhea. A pang was felt in her chest but she ignored it.

"Hey, Selene," Rhea said as she turned to Selene. Selene didn't say anything, giving Rhea a small wave like she usually does.

"You're asking to be your Valentine?" Rhea asked, pointing to the bag that Liv had asked about.

"Yeah... Don't know if they're here yet." Selene lied and grabbed the bag, waving goodbye to Liv and Rhea before walking out.

If only Selene could see the disappointed look on Liv's face when she heard Selene say that.

Selene had left the bag in her locker and was now warming up for her and Liv's match.

She had just finished a few pushups and decided to go grab herself a bottle of water.

But when Selene turned around, ready to get herself some water, she saw something.

The something she saw was Liv and Rhea talking. Liv was stretching and so was Rhea.

And once again, Selene had felt the same pang in her chest as she did before.

She knew what it was. It was jealousy. She had felt the same pang before when she saw Liv with the crushes she had talked to Selene about. But... It just felt different.

"Hey, you're on in five." One of the crew members said, dragging Selene out of her thoughts.

Selene nodded her head before looking back at Rhea and Liv.

"Sunshine," Selene said, her voice barely loud enough for Liv to hear.

Liv and Rhea turned around to look at Selene. Liv giving Selene a smile when she heard the nickname

"We're on in five," Selene spoke up and headed toward the gorilla, Liv following behind her.

It was finally time. Finally time for their match. Finally time for them to win the women's tag team championships... Together.

"Oh! And Selene takes down Sonya!" Said Michael Cole as Selene suplexed Sonya.

Liv and Chelsea were down, it was just Selene and Sonya.

Selene got up and looked at the top rope and then looked back at Sonya who was lying in the middle of the ring.

Selene took in a deep breath before climbing on the top rope.

In the corner of her eye, she saw Chelsea trying to head toward her but then Liv started fighting with her. Taking Chelsea out with face breaker and giving Selene a thumbs up.

Selene felt heat rush to her cheeks but she didn't care.

Selene gathered all of her might and stood up on the top rope.

She was facing the crowd, prepared to take a risk that could make her a star.

Selene nodded her head before doing a moonsault. And thankfully, she landed on Sonya's body and hooked her leg.

2!!

3!!!

The crowd erupted in cheers and Selene couldn't believe it. Her and Liv were finally the women's tag team champions.

Selene grabbed the titles, ready to give Liv one.

Just as Selene turned around, she saw Liv running toward, jumping, and wrapping her legs around her.

Selene felt even more heat rush to her body while she held Liv. Liv took one of the titles and hugged Selene once more.

One thing that shocked Selene to her core was Liv kissing her on her cheek.

It wasn't a kiss on the lips that Selene wanted but she took what she could get.

Selene and Liv got a bunch of congratulations backstage and Selene went to go grab the bag that was meant for Liv.

Just as she was about to head toward Liv, Selene stopped in her tracks.

There they were again. Liv and Rhea.

Rhea congratulated Liv on her win and hugged her. Selene wished that they were just best friends and couldn't help the jealousy she felt.

But then, Selene felt tears pricking at her eyes.

They had already finished the show and finished their photoshoots, so it was good to go home.

Selene grabbed all of her stuff and left. She wished that she was Rhea. She wished that was her hugging Liv and not Rhea.

Selene knew Rhea was a nice person, Rhea had been nice to Selene multiple times. But still... She couldn't help it.

11:39 pm.

"You're the best friend I could ever ask for."

Selene had given herself a good cry and now she was reading her and Liv's past messages.

She felt pathetic and weak. She felt jealous and miserable.

Liv only thought of Selene as a friend. And that was something that was never going to change.

A few more tears fell from Selene's eyes but she wiped them away.

Selene didn't throw away the gift. She spent a lot of money on it and she didn't want to waste it.

She thought of many ideas on what to do with the gift but none stood out.

Just as Selene was about to grab the gift, she heard a series of knocks at her door.

Selene checked the time and looked back at the door.

It was 11:43 pm, who would be knocking at her door this late? Was it a fan? Selene shook her head and went toward the door.

When she had opened it, she saw Liv looking at the ground.

"Hey, I was wondering- Oh my gosh, have you been crying?" Liv asked as she looked at Selene with a concerned expression.

Selene's eyes were still puffy and red from her crying.

Before Selene could answer Liv's question, Liv had welcomed herself into Selene's hotel room and grabbed Selene's face.

Selene felt her cheeks turn red as Liv's hands were on her face.

"Why were you crying?!" Liv asked in a panic and looked into Selene's eyes. Selene averting Liv's gaze

"It's nothing..." Selene whispered and looked at the ground.

"Really? So crying is nothing?" Liv asked and Selene didn't know why Liv was so concerned.

Yeah, Liv had a pure heart and was friends with pretty much everyone. But this was Selene. Selene was shy, didn't have many friends and could be harsh sometimes.

"Oh please! You were probably too busy with Rhea to even notice!" Selene shouted in a jealous tone.

Liv looked at Selene with a confused look before asking.

"This is about Rhea and I?" Liv's tone was soft and quiet and Selene just became more frustrated.

"Yes!" Selene shouted and before Liv could say something, Selene continued.

"If you haven't fucking noticed in the past months, I'm in love with you, Liv!" Selene shouted, heat rising to her cheeks as she saw Liv's shocked face.

"Look, I know-" Selene started off but before she could finish, Liv's lips were on hers.

Selene felt like she was on fire. Her heart was beating at a non-human pace. Liv's lips were soft and Selene didn't want to ever stop kissing her.

Liv jumped and wrapped her legs around Selene and continued to make out with her.

Both women desperate to kiss the other and desperate to get even closer.

After a while of passionate kisses and a couple of neck kisses from Selene, they finally pulled away.

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm in love with you too," Liv said breathlessly as she looked Selene in her eyes.

"I had been since the moment I saw you." Liv admitted and gave Selene a bright smile.

And for once in Selene's life, she had actually smiled. Selene's smile was bright and glowing. Liv stared at Selene in disbelief as she saw her smile.

"What about the gift?" Liv asked, looking around to find it behind her.

"That was actually for you..." Selene revealed and gulped nervously.

Liv looked at the gift and looked back at Selene, beaming once again.

Selene checked the time and looked back at Liv.

"Even if it's 11:56 pm, it's still Valentine's Day..." Selene started and Liv nodded, wanting her to continue.

"You wanna be my Valentine?" Selene and Liv let out a laugh.

"Of course, I would," Liv said before giving Selene a passionate kiss.

Selene returned the passionate kiss and continued to hold Liv. Her hands slowly tugging Liv's shirt.

Liv let out a laugh as she looked back at Selene.

"I think if we're going to do that, we should go to the bedroom..." Liv spoke in a quiet tone but her eyes wondering down Selene's body.

"I agree," Selene said before continuing to make out with Liv. Heading toward her bedroom and her hands wandering all over Liv's body.

This had to be Selene's favorite Valentine's Day, ever.

#wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagines #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #wwe one shot #liv morgan oneshot #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan x reader #liv morgan #liv morgan smut #wwe fanfiction #Spotify

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Kin of the Demon Prince (pt. 7)

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Mention of abortion, Female MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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Enjoy.

The silence that filled the room was uncomfortable, almost.

The both of you could tell that the other was hurting, that the other was bitter, but both believed it to be for different reasons. Reasons far from the truth of the matter.

You met his gaze, trying to seem as indifferent as possible. This resulted in your eyebrows scrunching upward, however, to express your upset. "I don't think there's anything to talk about, Diavolo." You kept your voice soft, as to not scare either the child in your arms or her father beside you. "While I am curious as to why you were there, I don't think it's information I need to know, do I?"

Diavolo sighed softly at your tone, already becoming a little frustrated. "MC, please, just listen to what I have to say. I understand you're upset at me, but this is more than just a lover's quarrel—" He motioned toward Selene— "We have our daughter to consider."

You scoffed at his statement. "Our daughter? Our? You weren't there when she was born. You weren't there these past few months, what suddenly makes her your daughter as well?" You could feel his frustration, and a feeling of relief presented itself to you. It felt nice knowing that he felt in this moment what you felt this past year.

"I wasn't there because I wasn't given much of a choice." "Yeah, I bet. The all-powerful Demon Prince doesn't have the power to see his own daughter? That sounds right. I totally forgive you," You spat, venom and sarcasm laced in your words that poked and pulled at his heart. His tired, sore, and wounded heart. "MC, I'm trying to have a conversation with you, could you stop focusing on how upset you are with me for a moment?"

Your gaze shifted down to the child in your arms. You were so angry at him, but he was right. You had Selene to consider in this situation, you can't afford to be selfish. If there was a chance that Selene could have a father figure in her life, you were not going to be the one to take that away from her. She would not be forced to live her life like that. Not if you could help it at least. Maybe you could try and convince him to be there, even if it has to be as a co-parent.

Maybe there was still a chance.

Diavolo took your silence as permission to speak, finally. He let out a small sigh and shifted in his seat. "MC, I know that things between us are... Iffy. But, before we get into that, I want to talk to you about Selene, okay?" His soft tone didn't falter as he spoke.

Slowly, you nodded, gently stroking Selene's red hair as she closed her eyes. Diavolo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, biting his lip and looking up at you. "I want to be a part of Selene's life. I don't know what made you think I was unfit, but I swear to you, I will do whatever it takes to prove that I'm worthy of being her father. Please don't take her away from me."

The amount of emotion you heard behind his words made you snap your head toward him immediately, face pale with a look of shock present. "You..." You paused, trying to gather your thoughts so they didn't come out jumbled and unorganized. "You want to be a part of her life?" You asked softly, body beginning to tremble a little.

Diavolo nodded. "Yes, MC. I want to be there for my daughter no matter what. I know that you don't want me around, but I can't sentence her to the life I was forced to live, having only one parent." He bit his lip once more, dragging a palm along his face as he tried to keep himself composed. "My mother died giving birth to me. My father went crazy, and his strictness and overprotective nature left me bitter and lonely. I'm sure anyone else in my position would've resented him for such a thing," He said, gold eyes slowly shifting to look at the sleeping infant in your arms. "I don't want her to grow up despising either one of us. If we can fix this enough to where we can agree to, at the very least, co-parent, I want to try."

The look in his eyes made your heart swell. The sheer desperation you saw in him to be a part of your child's life, to be her father, put your mind at ease for a moment. "Dia," Diavolo shifted a little at the nickname, relieved to hear it after all this time. "Dia, Solomon told me that... You wanted nothing to do with me when you found out I was pregnant," You explained, not breaking eye contact with the demon before you.

The red-head flinched, quickly grasping one of your hands with both of his. "No! My darling, MC, I would never ever leave you, let alone leave you with my baby. Our baby." He reached up to gently tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear. "I may be a demon, but I am not that heartless." He looked down for a moment, now recalling the conversation that he and the sorcerer had a year ago. "He... Told me you were the one who wanted to call it off," He said, looking up and meeting your gaze once more.

You shook your head immediately. "No! That's not true! Lucifer told me that he said I'd gotten rid of the baby, is that true as well?" You asked. Diavolo nodded, making you let out a small sigh in frustration. "That sorcerer is a liar and a fucking psycho. I would never get rid of our baby!" You argued, holding Selene close to you. The red-head quickly pulled an index finger to his lips, glancing down at the sleeping baby in your arms before looking back up at you.

Slowly, both hands came to gently cup your face, one of his thumbs wiping away a single tear that had fallen from your eye. A small smile appeared on his face as his own eyes began to well up. He let out a small sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. "I'm just glad that the both of you are okay," He said, gently resting his forehead against yours. "I don't know what I would've done, had I lost both of you forever."

You swallowed the lump that had begun to form in your throat, allowing a few more tears to slip from your eyes as you raised your hand to gently cup one of his. "Dia—" Your hand began to shake while holding his— "Do you... Uhm..." You felt like you were confessing for the first time again. Here you were, a sputtering mess, while Diavolo sat there expectantly with a small smile on his face. "Yes, MC?" He asked softly, bringing himself just a little bit closer. Close enough to make you blush like a schoolgirl.

You sighed, glancing down at Selene. Everything was so different now. Different factors in the equation that you hadn't thought would be there, some you hadn't thought would be there so soon, were things you had to consider.

"Do you still love me?"

The demon prince leaned forward, turning your head with one of his hands to face him as he locked his lips with yours. The kiss was warm and passionate, something you'd been craving this past year.

It made you wonder how you could ever believe that this demon didn't love you.

As his lips left yours, you opened your eyes to see his looking at you lovingly. "How could I not?" He asked, lifting a hand to gently stroke your hair before looking down at Selene. "I'm going to let you rest now, My Queen. Your body still needs to recuperate. Besides, if I'm here a moment longer, I feel I won't be able to hold myself back." He looked down at Selene and stroked the small red strands of hair on her head. "I'll leave you two be. Perhaps we'll have the brothers visit."

With that, Diavolo stood and left the room, leaving you and Selene in silence.

Slowly, you adjusted yourself so you could lie down with her beside you, letting out a small sigh in bliss.

Moments like these are what made you think the world wasn't so bad after all. All the trauma you'd been forced to endure through your childhood may have been worth it.

No, it was worth it. All of it was worth it if it meant you, Diavolo, and Selene could be together. Maybe you'd even get married, make things official.

The thought made you smile.

You closed your eyes, allowing sleep to take over your senses, the dimly-lit room fading out of sight as you drifted off.

"Calling me a liar was expected, but calling me a psycho, too, MC? Now, that's just hurtful..."

The white-haired sorcerer stood over you and Selene, shifting his stance as he turned to glance at the door for a moment. He held out a hand, two purple glyphs forming before his palm as the door glowed, being sealed tightly with magic.

"I've tried everything I could to get you all to myself," He said, lowering his arm and shifting his gaze to look down at, seemingly, the two of you. "But, it appears I'll have to take you by force."

You stirred ever so slightly, opening your eyes a little to see the blurry image of Solomon before you. "Wha... S-Solomon?" You asked softly, placing a protective arm over Selene.

Solomon scoffed, holding out both hands toward you. "Sleep. I don't need you—" He scoffed, the spell expanding as three glyphs formed before his palm— "I was hoping she'd be older, her power more cultivated before I took her. But, I won't be picky. Demonic royal blood is still demonic royal blood, after all." He chuckled softly, another glyph appearing as the spell grew in power once more.

You had already fallen asleep, body outlined in a blue light before you stilled.

Solomon shifted his gaze to Selene. "Now then, I'll be taking you, my dear." He gently picked up Selene and held her close to him.

He held out his hand, making a cutting motion as a portal tore open in the middle of the room.

The sorcerer took a step toward the portal, taking a moment to look back at your sleeping form. He smiled, waving to no one before continuing into the portal.

"Sweet dreams, MC."

The tear in reality snapped shut.

And you were fast asleep.

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laladellakang · 5 months

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HI REEREEEEEEEE 💖 just dropping in bc i have been missing you and della a lot but anyway hope you’ve been doing well! 🥰 ANYWAY— ORANGE BLOOD!! AHHHH I’m so excited hehehe 🤭🤭🤭 that being said, not rlly a request just more a question: i’m super curious as to what della’s role is in the teaser ahhhhh she would have slayed so hard 🤩🤩🤩 but anyway! love you lots and have a good night/day!! 🩷🩷🩷

HI DARLINGGGG I MISS YOU LOADS AS WELL AND THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS BCS I WAS SO INSPIRED 🫶🫶 i ended up writing this little thing! hope you like it! 🤍

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When the group regained consciousness, they found themselves in a beach. With some of them being carried by the water while others merely damp. Their blurry vision took a while to realise that another person was there with them, Sooha.

Sunghoon and Della, however, stood dry, watching as the whole scene unfold together. Their face held a hint of sadness and pain, now fully aware of their previous actions.

Despite it all, the six still welcomed the two with open arms, huddling together for a relief-filled group hug.

Upon awakening, a chilling revelation gripped them all—mortality.

They all began to indulge in the feeling of being alive again. All the pleasures and the pain as a mortal.

“Sorry I can’t heal you this time!” Della said in a joking matter as Jake wrapped Heeseung’s injured hand.

She noticed earlier, when she fell in the fields. At the time, she gave out a large smile at her grazed arm, instantly noticing her lack of healing abilities. The feeling of being alive is like no other.

Unfortunately, the joy was cut short, and they soon understand the downsides to losing their powers.

After the campfire, Della woke up in a confused state. She was in a clearing with the boys still unconscious around her. Yet one person was missing. Sunoo.

“Sunoo?” she called out, looking around for her friend.

She soon noticed a figure walking along a road. It was a bit far ahead, but she could tell that it was Sunoo.

“Sunoo! Sunoo-ya!” she kept trying to call him but he never turned to her, as if he couldn’t hear her.

She then chased after him, stopping to hide behind a tree when she saw him stand in front of a small house.

She let out a gasp when Sunoo screamed out for Sooha. She could barely see from the angle but it looks like someone was banging on the window. Sunoo’s yells made her realise that the person was Sooha.

“Sooha,” she whispered, slowly backing away from the scene and ready to run away to call the others.

Suddenly, she felt her back hit a figure. Definitely a person and definitely a man.

Her eyes widened and her breath quickens with her heartbeat. He did not feel like a threat but she was too scared to turn around.

The man’s face got closer to her ear. She heard him let out a sigh of relief and can almost feel his smile.

“My saviour.”

della was not there when selen took sunoo and did not see the house go to flames

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a/n - Okay it's been a minute but another one for @clonexreaderbingo. This was a bit of a challenge since I've never written for Wolffe and Plo Koon so any feedback would be great.

Eager eyes watched from her perch on the sofa. Florescent costume jewelry encircled her tiny fingers as she gripped the back of the furniture. Her vigil quietly observed by her parents from the kitchen.

“How long has she been like this?” The clone commander asked.

The woman by his side exhaled an amused breath, “Since I told her you and I were going out.”

She turned to study his face as he regarded their daughter. Commander Wolffe was not the most outwardly expressive man, but with time spent together she had grown adept at discerning his mood. The spark in his left eye, the subtle curl of his lip. He saved his smiles for special occasions.

An amused huff blew from his nose as the child sprang from her post with a delighted squeal.

“He's here!”

With a squeeze of his hand from his lover, Wolffe ventured into the living room while his little one sprinted towards the door.

“He'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shereHe'shere!”

As soon as the front door slid open, the child pounced.

“Uncle Plo!”

The guest in question crouched down to the child's level.

“Hello, little pup.”

The two exchanged a brief hug before the Kel Dor's gaze traveled to lock onto the clone. Plo raised a hand in greeting.

“Apologies, I was kept later than usual.”

“It's no problem,” the woman replied emerging from the kitchen, “Selene's been busy setting up.”

“Uh huh, Mom helped me with the snacks.”

“Oh,” Plo turned his attention back to Selene, “another of your tea parties? I seem to remember Sinker enjoying them.”

Selene nodded enthusiastically, “Yeah! Wanna see?”

“I'd love to. If you give me a moment, I'll join you shortly.”

Wolffe's pup shot off. The sound of footfalls echoed down the hall.The adults sat in a moment of silence.

“Thank you for watching her.” Wolffe began.

The jedi's features crinkled, tinged with mirth, “It's no trouble. She's a welcomed break from the galaxy.”

A pair of hands grasped onto the clone's arm before he felt a familiar weight against his shoulder.

“We shouldn't be long.”

“Take all the time you need. However, I need to see about this tea party.”

“Wolffe?”

The commander's thoughts returned to his wife. Her features twisted in concern.

“Sorry, just...”

Her hand folded over his as if to bolster him.

“Work thoughts still going?”

He sighed in hopes of lifting the invisible weight off his chest.

“Selene was almost glad to see us go.”

Her features softened, “She doesn't get to see Plo too often.”

His flat gaze brushed away her attempts to cushion the blow.

“The war was easier, mesh'la. I could handle clankers.”

Her delicate fingers graced the underside of his chin, bringing his face back to her.

“She sees you trying,” She offered a smile, “just give her time.”

The clone commander chewed on her advice through the rest of their outing.

Selene frowned from her place at the head of her plastoid table.

“Something troubling you?”

The child's eyes remained on the brightly colored tea set.

“You've known my daddy a long time.”

The jedi master shifted on the seat he was perched on.

“I have. He and I helped a lot of people.”

“Do you think he likes me?”

Silence the span of a heart beat seemed to stretch for eternity. She fidgeted under his gaze. Plo took a breath as he meticulously picked his words.

“Do you know the name of your father's battalion?”

She nodded, “The wolf pack. There's a picture of a loth-wolf. Daddy has one.” Her fingers tapped her shoulder where a pauldron would sit.

Plo smiled, “You're right. Did he tell you the story about the loth-wolves?”

At the shake of her head, Plo began his tale.

“Loth-wolves are protectors. They scare off anything that would wish them harm, but all the loth-wolves come together to protect someone most precious.”

He glanced at her enraptured expression. Her body leaned forward as if to urge him on.

“One who was brave. She would feed them and care for them, and they vowed to defend her until the end.”

“Who was she?”

Plo tilted his head upward as if to ponder, “Princess Selene of the Cynthus moon.”

Her tiny jaw hit the floor. After a few moments, the child glanced from her plastoid table to a section of shelving that housed a variety of paper.

“Uncle Plo, can you help me with something?”

The commander and his wife soon shuffled in. However, something was amiss as Selene rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Daddy, I got something for you.”

At his piqued curiosity, he noticed both of her hands were hidden behind her back. She pursed her lips before she loosed a roll of her eyes. She was definitely his daughter.

“You gotta close your eyes first.”

A glance to his wife and a reassuring gesture from her, and his eyes slid closed. A ruffle of thick paper met his ears.

“Okay, you can look.”

His eyes immediately met the colorful paper that had seemingly suffered a glitter assault with a drawing that was similar to the artwork that was displayed in their kitchen. Selene held the paper aloft with a grin. The words 'You're Invited' penned in purple as well managed as her little hands could be.

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♡ Selene's Little Sister Darling Has A Date ♡

(Reader is a bit naive. Selene is so icky I love her so much. Uhm just like so many warnings, daddy kink, exhibitionism, murder, threatening to fuck you next to a dead body, piss kink, just like be warned lol, the piss kink is minor though and mostly ignorable. This is 3,004 words, I hope you like it.)

Selene had still not gotten the opportunity to tell you that you were soulmates yet but she wasn't too worried, you were her good obedient sister and you'd been very receptive to her increase of affection these last few months so she could deal with a bit of blue balls while she slowly got you used to more and more touching, sure she could just take you and you'd love her anyways because you were soulmates and you were a good girl but you were also her fragile little sister and she thought you deserved more than the common whore she bedded. Didn't mean she wasn't fucking your thighs every night as you let her hold you in your sleep. Just because she couldn't make you feel good yet didn't mean she didn't deserve to feel good.

You just had to ruin it though by telling her you had a date, she didn't know where you met this fucker because she kept you inside with her most of the day but she had to put you in your place and let you know you were her soulmate at the same time so she just gritted her teeth and told you to invite them over to talk to her before you went on the date just so she could make sure they were safe for you to be around and being the good girl she knew you could be before this bitch got in your head and told you that you needed anyone but your big sister, you obliged not expecting her to pick them up by the throat when they came in, dragging them to a chair and tying them up and gagging them as soon at they arrived.

"Selly! What are you doing?" Cute little tears formed in your eyes, that was a good sign, you were still her good little sister, you'd obey her when she got to the next part. She moved to sit on the couch, forcing you to straddle her lap and placed your hands on her belt buckle.

"Look dove, I'm real angry that bastard over there had the audacity to ask you on a date, so much that I want to kill them, but I'm a nice big sister and I don't want to have to make you see someone's corpse so I need you to do something for me, I need you to ride me so I don't kill that bitch over there, think you can do it."

"I-I can do it Selly. I'll be g-good." You sniffled trying to hold back your tears, you had to be strong so your date wouldn't be killed just because you flirted with them and asked them out, you didn't dare tell Selene you'd been the one that asked them out though, you don't know what she'd do to you then. You scooted back to unbuckle her belt and pull her dick out of her boxers, you knew it was big, you could sort of feel it at night when she slept in just her boxers but you hadn't grasped just how big it was and that thing had to go inside you. "Selly? Can't I just do other things i-instead, i-it's too big."

"We could but then your friend over there would have to die and you don't want that right?" You shook your head, beginning to cry lightly as you lifted your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side and braced yourself for what you were going to have to do. "I'll be nice, why don't you let me finger you open a bit and you tell me how much you love your big sister and would never leave me for that trash over there."

"I-I love you, S-selly, you're so ahh nice to me and you nghhh protect me," You gasped as she shoved two fingers inside you trying hard to adjust to her long thick fingers but she wasn't making it easy when she thrust them in and out roughly.

"Aww have you run out of things to say? As soon as you don't have anything to say you have to take my cock, remember that." She tutted scissoring her fingers inside you to prep you for her, teasing you with a third one. "Just keep talking while I do my thing."

"A-and you're so warm when we cuddle at night a-and you're so s-sweet to me and ahh always take care of me even when I ahhh d-don't d-deserve it! A-and you're really n-nice-" She started chuckling, cutting you off as she pulled out her fingers and lined her cock up with your hole.

"Awww that one was a repeat sweet dove, it seems like you're ready for me." You tensed trying to squirm out of her grasp, you don't think you'd ever be ready for that thing, it might tear you apart but she seemed oblivious to your fight and only slowly began to lower you down.

"N-no Selly, please I c-can come up with m-more! You're uhm you're ahhhhh~" you let out a really loud moan as she quickly shoved you down until half of it was inside of you. You placed your hands on her shoulders to try and prevent her from making you take anymore. It felt good but it was terrifying, firstly you shouldn't be enjoying having your sister's cock inside of you, this was only supposed to be to save your date's life, but also because if you took anymore you feared you'd be in a lot off pain.

"See, I'm nice, I helped you take the first half dove, don't I get a kiss for being so sweet to you?" You whimpered and shook your head still struggling to adjust to her. "No? That's too bad, I guess your friend is a step closer to death. If you want to save them you should hurry up and take the rest of it."

"B-but Selly it hurts-" "B-b-b-b-but nothing, you know what hurt more? Seeing you talk about that bitch over there that asked you out, don't you want to apologize for hurting your sister's feelings?" You whimpered as she mocked you but nodded your head solemnly trying to force yourself to take more squealing as she got fed up and shoved you down the rest of the way. "You really should thank me for being so nice to a brat like you who invited someone else into our home."

"I-I know Selly, y-you're too nice t-to me, I d-don't deserve a sister like y-you." You sobbed, leaning your head against her chest and trying to calm down and just take deep breaths, if you got too emotional then your date who was still watching would die, you had to save them even if it meant beginning to rock your hips before you were ready to do so. You probably would have cum from how good it felt if it wasn't for the pain you were feeling from being stretched so suddenly.

"That's right, but guess what dove? It's okay because I love you so fucking much." She pressed her hand against your face and you leaned into it, clenching as she said that, it almost helped you forget there wasn't someone else in the room. "I really want us to be okay and love each other again but that can't happen if I have to kill someone in front of you cause they coveted my soulmate."

"S-soulmate?" You gently rocked your hips back and forth, a bit pleased with this revelation, until you remembered you still had to prevent her from killing your date before you could even start to bask in the joys of her being your soulmate, you didn't want that person's death to be your fault and you really didn't want to be the reason Selene had to kill again, though you didn't know how often Selene had killed for you for literal centuries.

"That's right dove you're my soulmate. I really don't want you to have to see a dead body so go ahead and ride me so I forget all about my anger, I don't enjoy being angry with you, little sister." You nodded and started to bounce up and down slightly, you were scared to lift up too much though cause it hurt to get it in in the first place so you wanted to try to keep it in as much as possible.

"I'll b-be good Selly, just let them go." You whined, your legs shaking as you drew close to an orgasm, trying to hold back so the person didn't see you cum on your sisters dick and think of you as an absolute freak but that made you slow down which Selene tsked at.

"I don't know how you plan on distracting me from my anger by moving so slowly little dove. You wouldn't happen to WANT your friend over there to die, would you?" You shook your head trying your hardest to pick up the pace, crying loudly as you came all over her cock, shaking and whimpering as you tried to continue despite how spent you were from cumming just once. "Aww poor dove, I didn't say you could cum."

"I-I'm s-so sorry S-selly! P-please forgive me!" You sobbed, leaning your head against her chest again as you tried to pick up pace again despite the overstimulation. She placed her hands on her hips to stop you causing you to cry louder.

"I know something you can do in order to get me in a good mood again-" "What is it?" You interrupted, despite to get her to calm down again after you nearly ruined everything.

"Bad girl, don't interrupt me. Next time you're about to cum, I want you to call me daddy and beg daddy to make you cum, is that alright dove?" You nodded rapidly starting to bounce up and down again, your tongue hanging out a bit from how good it felt causing her to laugh again. "You're the cutest little slut I've ever seen, little dove."

"N-not a s-slut d-daddy." You whimpered trying to keep the fast pace up so she wouldn't get angry and try to kill your date again, you reached up and tossed your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra hoping seeing your chest would also help to distract her from the girl behind you watching this all go down.

"Aww yes you are little dove, don't even try to deny it, but that's okay because you're daddy's slut, no one else's." You whined again as she cupped your tits, running her fingers along your nipples, her fingers still partially wet with your own fluids. She couldn't resist and spat on them just a bit, delighting as you shivered from the feeling, clenching around her again, preparing for another orgasm. "Hop off for a moment dove. I want to make sure she sees you cream around my cock, that way this will never happen again."

You hesitated but got off regardless, this was for all of your sakes, Selene wouldn't have to kill again and your date would get to walk over of here alive, you just needed to get through this one last part and it would all being okay so you got up and turned around, biting your lip to hold back sounds as Selene lowered you down onto her cock, her arms coming up under your knees and spreading you wide for your date to see just how much of a mess you'd already made on her cock, she wasn't moving you with her arms anymore, instead she was only using her hips to piston in and out of you rapidly, your tongue hanging out of your mouth as she kept rubbing against all the sensitive parts inside you, you were really starting to grow to enjoy the pain from the stretch as much as you hated to admit it, it made sense though, Selene always did say soulmates like everything the other does to them no matter what so of course you enjoyed even the pain she was giving you.

"You see this, bitch? You see how much of a slut my perfect little sister is for me? This is MINE, you were never going to get a piece of this, you bitch. She's mine, is that right, dove?" You nodded dumbly, your poor abused pussy practically gushing around her cock at her words, you whimper as you felt yourself begin to approach orgasm again.

"D-daddy? I n-need to p-pee, s-stop." You whimpered as she pressed down on your stomach in order to make you cum quicker.

"Shh, it's alright, you're about to cum dove, just focus on that." You whimpered as you remembered what she told you to do when you were about to cum in order to save your date.

"D-daddy, please make me c-cum." You sobbed not sure if you'd be able hold off long enough for her to give you permission plus you were really sure you had to pee but you knew you should trust her words, there's no way she'd lead you astray right? "Please please please make me cum daddy!"

"Cum for me, my sweet dove, cum." You whined as you came, slowly devolving into sobbing as you realized in horror you really did pee all over her lap and while it felt good to have her cum shooting up into you, it still couldn't dull your depression at having ruined everything. She released your legs from over her arms, grinning as she looked down and saw what happened. "Aww I must have pushed my sweet dove too hard, it's alright, go wash up and lay in my bed for me, little sister, I have to deal with your friend here and then I'll clean up and join you."

You nodded sadly heading to the bathroom to shower, as you got in though you heard your date shriek as Selene snapped their head. "Don't come out here, little dove or I'll be very angry." She knew you, she knew you'd try to rush out as soon as you heard something happen but she really didn't want you to have to see this unless you misbehaved. You remained silent as she hopped in the shower with you, washing you gently and then turning for you to wash her like you normally did, frowning when you didn't but shrugging it off and washing herself, poor thing, must be exhausted, she'd have to take you on a date to treat you tomorrow, after she disposed of the body in the morning.

She toweled you off, picking you up gently and taking you to her room to cuddle. She really must have worn you out cause you weren't even cuddling at close to her as usual, that was fine though cause she had enough love to give to make up for your tiredness. But then you started to cry and she started panicking trying to find the best way to calm you which was obviously with her dick. She stuck it in and slowly started to rock you back and forth on it as she spooned you.

"Shhh, it's alright, we're soulmates, anything I do to you is alright. Relax little dove." She brought one arm around your neck in a very loose chokehold hoping it would calm you down to have her pressed so close to you. "Daddy's got you, your big sister is here, just think about how good my cock feels filling every crevice of this sluttly little body of yours."

"You lied, you're a liar." You sobbied trying not to feel good as she fucked you, you had to act like this felt terrible or else she would think it's okay to go back on her word again. She was a stupid liar and you didn't want to look at her or think about how good her dick felt, stupid liar with a really nice cock that seemed to hit every sweet spot inside of you, you bit your lip to avoid moaning, you wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Your body was much more honest though and you unfortunately couldn't stop it from clenching around her as you drew close to another orgasm.

"Cum for me, dove." You came again as she gave a particularly hard thrust. "Heh, I'm surprised my little sister didn't piss all over me again."

You started to sob again and she felt really bad for teasing you, it was just a light joke to lighten the mood, she wasn't at all upset or bothered you peed a bit, in fact she liked it! She liked she made you feel so good you could hardly control anything, and it was nice that fuckface was forced to see her make you feel so good you wet yourself, really she wasn't berating you dove! Shushing you wasn't seeming to help though so she had to resort to threats instead since that had seemed to work so well before.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to take you back out there and fuck you next to their corpse and you'll have to watch their lifeless eyes judge you for being so wet for their murderer." You let out a loud sob, shaking your head rapidly and pleading for her not to do that. "You don't want that? Then be good and cum on daddy's cock again."

"It's t-too much." You whined as she lifted your leg over her thigh to spread you and started slamming in and out of you rapidly. She wanted to help you but you were being to bratty so you had to cum without her rubbing and and down your cute little clit.

"Cum for me and I'll take you on a cute date tomorrow, anywhere you want to go, I promise." You nodded, passing out finally as she made you hit your fourth orgasm of the night, pressing back against her contently in your sleep.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Vanity View

Yandere Housewife x G.N reader

Summary: Your loving wife thinks of your happy life together.

Word count: 2.7k

Tw: implied death, one slightly suggestive scene

The clock read a quarter to six. Selene sits atop the chestnut bench position in front of the dresser; reflection copied onto the vanity mirror before her. Her emerald eyes stare back at her image; their shine faded into murky waters. Wrinkles had begun to show at the corners of her soft lips; pale complexion made bright beneath the light of the room. She couldn’t recall the last time she had proper sunlight. Her skin the same color as a peach, and eyes as bright as their namesake. Like many things of the past, the time to worry would come at a later date. For now, she had to get ready.

Selene picks up a brush from the table; hiding her blemishes with a soft blush to her cheeks to match. She adds volume to her lashes with a pen; branding her pink lips with a deep shade of red. Pulling the curlers from her hair; curly, copper locks frame the sides of her face just past her ears. She begins to brush them out; staring patiently through the mirror at the door behind her. Any second now, it would happen. That door would open and her love would walk right through. Her brush sweeps her hair for the hundredth time before the handle begins to turn; stopping midway through as the door finally opens.

“Welcome home, dear..”

With that greeting, the final piece to her appearance spreads across her face – a smile. They enter the room and set their belongings next to the bed as they walk around it.

“Hey! How was your day?”

Selene begins to brush her hair once more. “Fine.. Just waiting for you to get home. How was yours?”

6pm. The time of the day when her heart could fly free from the cage it had been trapped in. Where she would no longer have to force a smile to keep moving forward. The time when you returned home.

“Yea, my day was alright. Just work as usual.”

“I’m glad to hear that… Would you like to talk about it more?”

“No, I haven’t watched that episode yet. Don’t spoil anything for me.”

Selene’s lips tighten. She sets her brush back down on the table and stands up, watching you from the mirror the entire time. She walked across the room towards the window pointed at the neighbor’s house – where you lie in bed chatting away. With yours crack and hers fully open, Selene had listened in on numerous calls of yours, always wondering who was on the other end. Wishing to be them.

“I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye.”

“Love you too…”

Selene places her hand on the glass, sadness pooling in those big, green eyes of hers. Her wedding ring wraps tightly around her finger, reminding her that her place was not by your side. A tear rolls down her cheek. 6pm, the time when she could play pretend.

“Selene!”

Feet march up the stairs leading to her room, the door opening without her notice. She feels his breath on the back of her neck; his reflection in the window.

“Why weren’t you waiting for me downstairs? Were you watching the neighbor again?”

“No, honey.. Just getting some fresh air. Feeling a little stressed is all..”

“Hm..” Her husband grumbles, his head on her shoulder and hands around her arms. “Get some rest then.”

He leads her to the bed, Selene settling beneath the covers as he lays beside her; her eyes never leaving the window. She can still hear your voice – the only thing that kept the nightmares away.

“You know they’ll never love you… right?”

“I know..”

Selene furiously scratches at a pan full of eggs, trying to get every last yolk between the two plates on the counter. She sets the pan in the sink and turns on cool water, placing both plates of food on the table before starting to clean her mess. She puts the rest of the dishes in the sink, wipes off the counters, and picks up the eggs shells and bacon package to throw in the trash. The can is full to the point of almost overflowing. She looks around her husband, the man nowhere in sight. He never was when she needed him.

Rolling up her sleeves, Selene grabs the bag and heads outside to put it in the bin. The day had just begun and the weather was fair. Since your car was still in the driveway, she couldn’t tell if you were off to school yet or not. She speed walks the bins, stopping when she hears your front door open.

“Morning, Mrs. Harris!”

Selene flushes, trying to hide her nervous smile behind a flash of her pearly white teeth. She halts in the middle of the pathway, the bag in hand suddenly weighing tons.

“Oh, good morning Y/n! How are you today?”

“Just waiting for my friend to pick me up for class.”

“I see. Do you happen to have a minute to spare then? This bag is a little heavy for me.”

“No problem.” You cross the yard and take the bag from her, picking it up with relative ease and tossing it into the bin. You didn’t even need to use both arms. She smiles wider as you look at her quizzically, but you shake it off. You didn’t really want to question it, considering what she’s been through lately.

“Thanks again for driving me to school the other way. I don’t know what’s been going on with my car lately.”

“Anything for my favorite neighbor.” She beams, smiling just a little too brightly now. Selene Harris. neighbor baker and housewife to Mr. Harris, as well as the next door neighbor to Y/n, the college student. She welcomed you on your first day with a warm greeting and a tray of muffins; your house becoming a dumping sight for her pastries the longer you stayed.

“Do you have any time for breakfast? I accidentally made more than I needed and I wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

“I’d love to, but my ride just pulled up.” You point at the car in your driveway, the driver slamming their palm on the horn. Selene scowls in their direction; the glares quickly covered by a gentle voice.

“Oh… I understand. Just think the loneliness has been getting to me lately.” You frown at the sadness in her tone.

“I’ll..come by after class. Does around three sound ok?”

Selene instantly perks up. “That’s perfect!”

“See you later then.. Bye, Mrs. Harris.”

“Selene is fine..�� She whispers, you already out of earshot as she does. It didn’t matter. She was still grinning like an idiot either way. It would be the scandal of the year if her little crush had come to light to the other member of your community. A scandal that could be lightened by one key factor.

“Honey, your food is going to get cold. Come back inside.. Where you belong.”

You arrived at Selene’s house a little after three. She had coincidentally worn her favorite dress that shone in the afternoon light as she walked to the door to let you in. You obviously hadn’t changed for your little “date”, but her heart still leapt into her throat at the sight of you.

“Hi.” You offer, with a small wave. She’s nearly knocked off her feet at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n! How nice it is to see you. Come in, come in.” Selene ushers you inside and over to the couch. A plate of cookies and a glass of lemonade rest on the table.

“It’s freshly squeezed.” She pipes up as you spot them. “But we have milk or tea if you prefer. Soda too. I can also make you something else to eat too.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m here to check up on you, after all.”

Selene digs her nails into her palm to make sure she isn’t dreaming. You sat on the couch, worry visible in your expression. How she wished to wipe it away with a smear of her lipstick to your lips. As if he knew exactly how to run her day, her husband steps into the room. The lazy bastard stayed home today. He leans on the arm of the couch, looking down at you.

“Cute thing, aren’t they?”

“So how have things been lately?”

Selene’s attention returns to you. “Oh, they’ve been swell, Y/n. Why do you ask?”

You bite on your bottom lips; fumbling with your hands as you hesitate to speak. “I just wanted to know if everything was ok… since Mr. Harris went missing?”

“Yeah, Hun.. How have they been?”

His bruised hands grips your shoulders, dirt beneath his nails. Selene refuses to look at his face, feeling that shit eating grin she hated hovering over her. She didn’t care about his mocking tone, the blood that dripped onto her couch. All she wanted was his filthy hands off of you.

“I… I’m fine, dear. I actually made more money than he did with all the properties my parents left me, so I won’t have any struggles there.”

“Yea, but.. you miss him don’t you?”

How could she admit that when you looked at her that way. Those pretty eyes that haunted her dreams; lips she’s carcass in her wildest fantasy. Body she longed to be one with.

“Of course I do, but I have to keep moving on. For the both of us.”

She felt sick;a nausea only settled when you placed your hand over hers to comfort her.

“I’m sure everything will be alright. I’m here if you need me.”

You head home shortly after that, Selene returning to her room for yet another night of gazing at a life she wish she had. All is calm, until you join a video call with someone she’s never seen. Your laughter that used to bring her ease, chills her to her core.

A few days go by, you greeting Selene each morning as well. While you weren’t always there to check up on her, you gave her your number for extra measure. She thought of calling you many times, always getting choked up before she could finish dialing. There was one night where she managed to get through, swirling the phone cord on her slender fingers; watching you through the window. Your phone sat on the bed, chiming with the announcement of a new call.

“Hello?”

Selene slams the phone onto the table, nearly breaking it from the sudden force. It feels stupid, but hearing your voice directly in her ear made her head feel fuzzy. You drove her mad in the best way possible, something that would push her off the edge as it had once before.

Selene eventually works up the courage to just see you in person. To cross the border neither of you had even set. The smell of a roast in the air, and a new shade of gloss on her lips, she prepared herself for the journey over. Your room was empty, noise coming from downstairs. As she perfected her look, a voice came over her shoulder.

“You never tried this hard for me…”

“Didn’t have to. You’d sleep with a cow if it looked you in the eye.”

“So you’re calling Y/n a cow then?”

Selene freezes, her hands shaking from the rage that boiled within. It was bad enough to fall for a college student, even worse one that went to the school her husband taught in. She wasn’t far off in age from one, but the way her life had been framed made it impossible.

Wed young in a seemingly happy marriage, moved away from her home town to live in her husband’s due to an opening in the local college. There had been rumors of infidelity with the students; sprouted right before his disappearance. Selene had even found proof towards this reality as well. He had had his eye on you; a kind heart who even happened to live next door. He may have attempted a shot with you, had another not fallen for you first.

“You couldn’t take them from me then… and you won’t now.”

Selene knocks on your front door, the cool air biting at her skin. The sound of a TV blares from within, but you manage to hear over it and head to the door. A flash of surprise runs over your features at the sight of her, but you smile warmly regardless.

“Good evening, Mrs. Harris. Is there something you need?”

“Selene.. Just call me Selene. I made dinner, and I was wondering if you’d like to join me.” Her stomach drops at the sadness in your eyes. Like you’re the bearer of bad news.

“Oh, sorry, but I have company over right now.”

Selene perks through the door, at the person sitting on your couch. In her hurry, she had failed to notice the other car in your driveway; the same one from days prior. That person was also the one she had seen on call the other night.

“Maybe another night?”

“Yea… another..night.”

You gently shut the door, leaving her out in the cold. Selene tries to steady her breathing; keep her tears of frustration from falling. She heads back home, to her empty room; trying to imagine her ideal life to keep her fears at bay. It doesn’t help when you enter your room, giggling like a madman with that person in tow. They push you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. Your neck is already littered in bruises.

Breath. Their disgusting hand worms up your body, fingers locking with yours as your lips to the same. Their free hand grips the edge of your shirt, lifting it slightly. They kiss along your jaw before sitting up, stopping before things get any further.

“Let me shut the curtains real quick.”

Selene quivers. No. Don’t take away her vision. Don’t take away the only thing that’s ever satisfied the loneliness that’s plagued her entire life. She’s nothing if she can’t have her dream. A dream of a life with you – as your loving wife.

She screams. A cry loud enough to alert you and your new lover. You’re at her door in a flash, ringing the doorbell and calling her name. She descends the stairs, more tears falling as she opens the door; but a small smile forming on her face. She falls into your arms, and you catch her – like any good spouse would. Your partner locks eyes with her, quickly looking away as her stare makes them uncomfortable. She takes note of the make and color of their car before the night is over.

Within the following day, Selene makes her way to your house once more. She enters a key into the lock, a weight lifting from her shoulders as it clicks into place. She takes a deep breath as she steps inside, looking around the space with a happy smile. A little messy from your previous night, but nothing she couldn’t fix.

“Honey, I’m home!”

There’s no answer. She knew you wouldn’t be back until the afternoon, but it still made her giggle. Finding the proper supplies, she begins cleaning up your house, starting with the kitchen. She sweeps the floors, wipes every window, washes all the dishes. She even takes out the trash. It wasn’t full by any means, but it’s what she had to do. A good wife always takes care of any mess their spouse leaves behind.

She heads upstairs into your room, getting a load of laundry ready before she did anything else. She holds one of your shorts to her face, breathing in your scent. She drops both it and the basket as she looks at your computer; a chat still left open. After reading it, she deletes it and any evidence of them from your computer. She didn’t want to seem like the jealous type, but she didn’t like the way their arm was wrapped around you.

Cleaning up the rest of your room, Selene comes to your window. She looks out at the vanity mirror, at both pairs of eyes that stare back. She shuts the curtains and heads back downstairs with nothing left in mind than what to make you for your first dinner as spouse and wife.

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i-t-guy-in-the-sky · 2 months

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Tracy Log: 03/08/2066

RESCUE REPORT:

Call received at 13:26, reports of a rambler trapped in an abandoned missile silo some 8 meters below ground.

Call sent by companion (uninjured) stating that the victim had climbed to the apex of the hill- created after the covering of the shelter entrance- in order to film a segment for their YouTube channel.

Upon reaching the top they started filming but the ground they were standing on began to shift, having become unstable due to nearby building work causing heavy flooding in the area.

The platform upon which they were standing -which doubled as a the lid to the silo- crumbled and they fell straight down into the silo.

Thunderbirds 1 and 2 deployed with Scott, Virgil, and Gordon aboard.

Victim knocked unconscious on impact, and didn't regain consciousness until Scott reached the danger zone.

Scott used our jetpack technology to lower himself down in order to assess the victim and secure them for transport.

Unfortunately, due to the nature of the fall and the subsequent injuries, although victim regained consciousness briefly, they were in too much pain. Scott issued painkillers to make them more comfortable, but they succumbed to their injuries before Scott or the team on Thunderbird 2 were able to help.

Reports will be sent, along with our video footage, to the local police force for processing and our standard letter of condolence, as well as resources, has been sent to the bereaved.

END REPORT.

John leaned back, allowing the freedom of Zero-G to support his body as he pressed save on his screen and swiped it away.

He could still hear, could still see, the devastation on his brother's face as he reported that their mission had not been successful. Scott had tried to stay businesslike, to report the facts as they appeared, but John knew it was never that easy.

He watched every rescue as standard, ready to help in any way he could, and he had heard the laboured breathing of the victim, their pain filled crying and the wheezing, rattle in their chest.

They had asked Scott for help and he had promised them he would get them out of there. And he had, he'd helped the only way he could, by making them comfortable and holding their hand as their life had slipped away. And then he'd done his job and gotten them out as promised, just not in the way any of them would have wished.

Losses were inevitable, and they were lucky enough that they didn't have to deal with them that often, but that just made it all the harder when it did.

He wanted to be down there to support his brother, knowing he would be beating himself up about it even though there was nothing anyone could have done, but he still had to file the report with the local authorities and alert the bereavement counsellor they kept on retainer in case the victim's family were in need and couldn't provide their own.

Still, he had a secret weapon that he was merciless in deploying when a situation called for it, and this was definitely that situation.

He pulled up his screen again and touched the little symbol of a witch’s hat.

-x-

Scott’s eyes flew open as the first pounding notes of a song blasted through the speaker system of the lounge.

There went his peace and quiet. Couldn't a man brood alone in this house without some idiot feeling the need to disturb him?

“Why am I not surprised?” he bitched when his sister-in-law slid into the room and struck a dramatic pose. Please don't let her start to sing. He loved her but his temples were already throbbing and he didn't think his nerves could take it.

Thankfully -if you could count that- she stuck to lip syncing along as Tina Turner blasted out her most famous number.

“I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire,” Selene mimed, holding her hands over her heart as she rocked back and forth on the spot. “You come to me, come to me wild and wild.” She gestured to him to stand up and join her, but he folded his arms and resolutely refused, he wasn't in the mood for such silliness. A man had just died, did she not understand that?

“When you come to me, give me everything I need,” Selene continued as if he wasn't glaring a hole into her, she just gyrated on the spot, her head bobbing. “Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams, speak a language of love like you know what it means.”

She settled into a power pose stance and prepared for the first big moment of the song.

“Mmm, and it can't be wrong, take my heart and make it strong, baby…” She paused in her bouncing sway to make sure he was paying attention before she belted out the words along with Tina.

“You're simply the best!” She pointed her finger directly in his face. “Better than all the rest.” Powerful head pumping. “Better than anyone.” Arms swaying above her head. “Anyone I've ever met.”

She clutched her hands to her heart as she swayed along to the words, miming along for all she was worth. She knew how to give a rousing performance and he deserved it.

“I'm stuck on your heart

I hang on every word you say.”

“No you don't,” Scott argued, but he was beginning to feel a little amused.

“Tear us apart,” Selene mimed then stuck her tongue out at him. “Baby, I would rather be dead.”

Scott's lips twitched, just a tiny bit, but she saw it and knew that she'd got him. He was hers now.

She moved closer until she was directly in front of him and carried on lip syncing along, pantoming the moves.

“In your heart, I see the star of every night and every day.”

She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to his feet, ignoring his protests.

“In your eyes, I get lost, I get washed away.”

She kept hold of his hand, but stretched out their arms so that she could spin herself in against his chest in what she thought was the slickest move ever. He automatically grabbed on, holding her in case she fell.

“Just as long as I'm here in your arms, I could be in no better place…”

She wound up to the next line, tipped her head back onto his shoulder, eyes closed as she belted out the words like a woman possessed. “You're simply the best.”

She swayed from side to side, forcing him to move with her or lose his balance. “Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She felt the shaking of his shoulders as he started to laugh, but she couldn't hear much over the music. Not that that mattered, she knew her plan was working.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say.”

She wound her way out of his arms again in true ballroom dancing fashion but kept hold of his hand.

"Don't tear us apart,no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Scott span her again and she latched her arms around his neck, moving together now. This time he joined in, actually singing, which she now joined in with, uncaring as to how bad she sounded.

“Each time you leave me, I start losing control,

You're walking away with my heart and my soul.

I can feel you even when I'm alone, oh baby, don't let go!”

They danced a haphazard path around the coffee table and up the steps to a clear spot of floor just in time for the next part. They bounced around, Scott mimed playing a saxophone as Selene did her best Tina Turner gyrations -if the woman herself could move like that in her 70s Selene had no excuse to let the said down.

“Ooh, you're the best, ooh.”

Arms were waved as they sang. Selene had managed to grab Kayo's discarded hairbrush off a side table and was using it in her best teenage girl sleepover fashion.

“Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

Scott took her outstretched hand and wound his fingers through hers, allowing her to swing his arm around as they sang the next lines.

“Ooh, I'm stuck on your heart, I hang on every word you say. Don't tear us apart, no, no, Baby, I would rather be dead!”

She let go of his hand and threw her head back to scream the next line.

“You're the best!”

They broke apart to dance on their own as the music pumped winding up for the finale. Scott was fully in the grove now, his face losing the haggard sadness she'd seen when she'd first entered the room. They were karaoke masters, they knew how to match actions to the words and they did it with style.

"Ooh, you're simply the best. Better than all the rest. Better than anyone, Anyone I've ever met!”

They bounced on the spot, singing at the top of their lungs, heads thrown back as they let the music and the fun of the moment wash away the disappointment and sadness of the day.

“I'm stuck on your heart, baby. I hang on every word you say.” Heads bobbed, fingers clicked, booties shimmied, hips gyrated as they let themselves go. “Don't tear us apart, no, no, no. Baby, I would rather be dead!”

Selene was very out of breath now, and why shouldn't she be, she been carrying this performance after all, but he was worth it. They bounced back together again, and she grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight to make sure he was fully understanding the reason behind her song choice.

“Oh, you're the best. You're better than all the rest

Better than anyone, anyone I've ever met.”

She locked eyes with him as the song wound down and spoke the last words directly to her very best friend in the entire world, and thankfully he was right there with her. “Ooh, you're the best.”

She was there to catch him in a huge hug as the music died away, leaving them panting for breath. The man could run the length of the island but make him dance and he'd be puffing like an old steam train in minutes.

“Beer?” she offered, kissing the top of his head where he'd faceplanted her shoulder.

It took him a moment, but finally he mumbled, “Yeah, that’d be good. Thanks.” That last word meant everything to her and told her that he appreciated her efforts more than he would probably admit.

She nodded and gave him another squeezy hug before she let him go, confident that she'd made her point. He was the best, the best brother, the best friend and the best rescuer out there. And whenever he doubted himself she'd be there to kick his arse until he realised the error of his ways.

-x-

John smiled to himself as he watched the live lounge feed. His wife was certainly unconventional in her approach but she got the job done.

And, until he could get home he knew his brother was in the best hands now. She'd make sure that he remembered that he was the best.

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survivalist-anon · 1 day

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Log 14: An expensive and deadly game

Las Vegas: 11:37 A.M

The Paris Casino: The Security Suite

Sleen was briefing Selene on the day's schedule as always. Closer to repeating the same schedule as a form of control rather than for occupational instruction.

"-when Tulio ropes you back up, you'll land on this platform right here and the lights go off, also, Kathy quit this morning, so you'll have to step in as Artemis this show as well. Can't for the life of me figure out who's going to be Orion now 'cus my nosey brother juuuuuust wanted to ruin my show again.", pouring himself a sizable serving of gin and tonic.

A frustrated huff from Selene was all it took, she had cursed under her breath in Comorian, than slowly to French, "tu m'esclaves comme si je n'avais pas d'âme, gros cochon fumé".

Sleen shuffled his shoulders in depraved glee, "oooooh I just loooove it when you talk all Frenchie like....makes you sound attractive too. Hehe", Sleen obviously couldn't speak the language of course, it was the only way Selene could ever be truly free from his influence.

Her sharp, glare, brightened by her piercing ice blue eyes, a rare trait in for home country. Stabbing Sleen with her gaze, "if you like it so much, why not hoard the prostitutes that are walking the streets....Au lieu de moi...", her time with Sleen was closer to imprisonment than anything. She has been lucky that Sleen enjoys the idea of tormenting her with sex.

She had been fixing her hair, braided into tight cornrows for the character. Since she had begun, she has been dying her hair a stark white with small strands of blue and silver. Unfortunately for her, she had to always be in character.... especially for Sleen.

"Oh come on sweetheart, why would I want to two bit, dime a dozen whore when I can have the goddess of the moon, the fairy of the dawn...and now.... the huntress of the night, besides you have something Kathy doesn't, a pretty face and a fine 'derriere'...", taking a long drag of his cigar, he looks at Selene like he was looking at a pork cutlet.

From the vanity mirror, she could see him starring at her, "You know. Sleen....I'm still off limits.....you wouldn't want my..... sponsor.... finding his best purchase soiled .... wouldn't you?", considering Selene's origins, her sponsor was an anonymous off shore individual. Paying Sleen to keep her in Las Vegas in the meantime, before being shipped back to some other country for her to pay her services.

However, like Sleen's appetite for third servings at the buffet and money, he's been taking an extra portion for himself. At least in regards to poor Selene, his plan is to purchase her from her sponsor, so he can have her no strings attached.

Sleen's more upbeat mood had soured to frustration. "Mmm...yes....good old Mr.Fe...what a stupid nickname....anyway....you should be greatful, my little bird of paradise. I know you have to go out for some shopping right? I'll have Hans escort you....", he leans close to her face, laying his chubby hand on her arm, "so no funny business...you got it? 'Mo ne mi'?". He slowly walks to his bodyguard, "lose her again....I'll make you lose your balls.". He leaves the bulky man and Selene alone.

She had no expression on her face she couldn't have. She felt like mawling everything in sight like a revengeful caged, lioness. But one thing that had kept her from expressing her fury.

A little sign of hope. A note

'Meet me in Rome. Where the circus is internal. For us to meet in darkness.'

~Mr.Crow.

Just the lingering vision of seeing the tiny, handwritten note had nearly given away her thoughts.

"Let's go Hans...I just need to stop at the dressing room."

As the two go down to the employee theater entrance, the game begins.

Selene walks to her usual spot, the twins where there ready for her signal. "Bonjour.", she picks up a signal lipstick.

The twins head straight to Hans.

"Hey big boy, whatcha doing tonight?", Magan cooed.

"hmmm your so big and strong, do you work out", Angelina began to hang her arms around Han's neck, ready to nuzzle him.

"Ladies, I'm working right now.", he probably knew what their angle was. Suddenly, one of the stage hands comes up to him.

"Hey you big lug! Whatcha doing with my girl?", Magan's official boyfriend had come from the gym early.

"Quincy! I was just haven a conversation.", she now had to act fast.

"I don't have time for this bullsh-", it was then he realized that Selene had disappeared. "Fuck the boss is going to kill me for this. Alright you assholes, wheres the girl?!", he demanded.

Magan, Angelina, and several other staff members were silent. One of the members of the back stage staff, had rope.

"Hope you like BDMS big guy....", a stage hand jokingly said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Caesars Palace 12:05 p.m

As I stand quietly within the currently unopened teacher for one of the performances at Caesars Palace, I ponder what to say to Selene. To express that there was no time to waste....and that we must disappear this week.

The longer it takes, the more difficult it will be.

"I'm telling you homes, Hans is not going to be that stupid to fall for the same trick again.", Tulio sat watching on guard with me. A true companion in crime.

"I had the rest of the cast in on it.", I responded.

I swear he almost had a heart attack.

"What?! You crazy! Sleen is gonna get people fired for that!", he had a point.

I couldn't help but conduct my own brand of chaos, I've already invested William Sleen from his background history down to his most recent purchases.....one thing is for certain....he can not afford to attract the attention of law enforcement... he already has enough on his plate given his criminal record. "As per union law, he can't just fire the whole cast....he knows he can't.". I could see Tulio had now begun to understand my gambit.

"Ah yes, hehe, fire the whole cast, the casino loses money ....good thinking Wick. Say, are seriously still interested in beating that Mark guy? Seriously for someone in the military, he's got some chip on his shoulder.", Tulio's warning was not to be taken lightly.

Airman Mark is...a careless maverick....to say the least. It is not an uncommon trait amongst those to take to the skies. I myself have been criticized for the very same reason.

"Yes. I refuse to let some low ranking pilot gain the upper hand against an experienced flier like myself.", over the years my arrogance has become more unbecoming. Yet it is a shame I must bare for the sake of my own sanity.

*click clack, click clack*

There she was, my night sky, my moonlight. "Tulio, she's here, make sure that the coast is clear and that our inside man is ready.", to Tulio, Selene was no where to be seen. I personally could hear her entering the casino hall from yards away amongst the other gamblers and patrons.

Looking around, he decides to trust my instincts. "You got it Wick.", he leaves to one of the hidden employee doors.

I await for Selene. I could see her, smell her sweet aroma, feel her presence. As hidden as one can be, my eyes laid upon a woman with a dark hooded jacket, moderate heels, and eyes of starlight. Her smile, petit yet so bright.

"Selene.", all I could breathe was her name.

"Mon corbeau.", her touch upon my arm sent every follicle of hair on end in anxious passion. Her lips upon my cheek, my upon hers. "We must go.", her whispers were like a shot of adrenaline to me.

We take flight to the dressing room theater, hiding ourselves in the comforting darkness of the backstage of the Colosseum theater.

If we could not make love in our false Paris, than we shall make love in darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Downtown Vegas, within the bowles of the Trump Towers.

A meeting commences between another party within the dark underbelly of the city's crime syndicate.

Tapping his foot furiously, Sleen waits for his connection, "c'mon c'mon c'mon, where is that giant freak?! He better be here with my money.", the sudden scrabbling of claws, gnashing teeth echo and footsteps heavy enough to crack the pavement bombard through the empty halls of the basement level parking lot. "G'Ah! Who's there!? I'm armed!".

The low, grumbling laughter, "Arm'd? Yus call dat be'in Arm'd?! HA!", a large, tall, very smartly dress "man", surrounded by his own wall of guards, with two women oh so gently wrapped around his arms, steps forward just enough to obscure his face. "Dat ain't evens nuff to even scare Scruffy.", referring to his oddly shaped and gnashing "dog". Who's only desire is to take a bite out of Sleen.

"Oh! N-nice d-oggie-seriously what the actual fuck is that thing?", his momentary fear dampened by the logical side of his perspective.

"SHAHT IT, you 'ave it?", the voice boomed.

Sleen shakingly handed one of the guards the finest, smuggled tobacco one could get. "ok here you go Mr.Green. hehehe. Now where is it?", although a coward, the one thing to stoke his courage was money.

"hmmf, 'ere, just make sure you spen it soon. It ain't cheap yus knows.", a large heavy bag is handed to Sleen.

"ok .....but how am I supposed to use it if I ain't even allowed to open it??", Sleen had never once questioned his connection. All he knew when was to bring these teeth to Mr.Fe's man in San Diego California, then money would be granted in equivalent to its value. He knew what Mr.Green understood about the bag's contents is that it CAN be used a currency.

Mr.Green gave a horrible, yet cheerful grin. "Ha! Yur problem! Not mine, just make sure da scrap at South Point gets fix'd. I ain't losin to no "El Nino", sounds like a CHUMP." he snapped his fingers, him, the wall of guards and his lady friends left Sleen, by himself in a dark, dank basement area.

"....sheesh...what an asshole.", he quickly leaves the basement area and into the nearest elevator. As it goes up, a class from his phone blares through the music. "Yeah? What is it?.......WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE QUIT?!? He can't quit on me how's am I supposed to be running around without a meat shield like Hans?!?! Who's going to be my thug now?!", it was one of the stage hands back at the Paris Casino.

"Look, boss, ain't his mom and I sure as hell ain't his damn babysitter either. He just left and quit.", Angelina was currently sitting on the trunk of one of the staff's car, ready to drop Hans off at the nearest strip club. The banging on the top of the trunk nearly makes her lose her balance and popping her chewing gum. "Wooh!".

Sleen, heard something in the background, "what was that?", he interrogated her through the phone.

"Just a rat passing by, really did spook me.", she looked to her fellow staff members, all giggling at the illegal mischief they have committed.

Sleen....knew something was going on. "....is....Wick there?....and WHERE IS SELENE?.", his patience has run thin by this point.

"I don't know boss, she's with some of the girls at the mall or something, I don't have the budget to be spending on what they can afford.", blowing another bubble.

The cogs in his head had turned a little, "I'll pay you triple in what I'm paying you now...to tell me what the hell is going on.".

This was anticipated even by Wick. "Oh...hmm...me AND Magan get triple.....", covering the mic part of the phone, giggling with her sister. "....and...I'll tell where Wick is."

His grin widened into a grimace..."good....now...spill it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Caesar's Palace: 15:25 p.m

We had just finished another beautiful performance between the two of us. Laid upon my bare chest, and I on the chaise couch.... admittingly a size too small for my given size.

A satisfied sigh from her was evidence of my love for her, but I must tell her before we may not have another chance before Sleen finds out. "Selene, we must leave the city. You must escape."

She gasped, "Wick, is it not too soon? Sleen will hunt us down for certain. I fear what he is going to do with you.", she laid her head on left heart, hearing my hearts beat.

"I know mon épervier. Please trust me in my urgency. Even if my plan does not fully work....I can make sure it will....the great goal is that you can escape unharmed.", I speckle a few kisses on her head. "I would die to make sure your story is told, to make sure you're back home with your family. Safe and sound.".

Her eyes lit up brighter than I've seen. "Mon corbeau. You have been brushing up on your French.", she guilded me with lips under my jaw.

"Tout pour toi mon amour", our lips embraced each other. "All for you.".

We check the time, we both had to leave back to the Paris Casino for the show. "Oh dear, two hours before 'showtime'."

It was a struggle to consider the performance a show by this rate. "Let us leave in separate times. You need to meet with the girls at the shopping center here in the casino. I'll meet with you later.", we parted with another embrace.

End of log 14

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⤑ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

Selene Maltheon never thought of herself to be a puppet, she thought she'll live her life free and happy, there was no denying that she was a big dreamer and hopelessly naive. Selene thought she'll grow up to live one of those happily ever after lives like the ones from the books she reads so much... however, the inevitable happened, she grew up and came to the realization she was yet just another pawn in the big game.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Oc // Aemond Targaryen x Oc.

A/N: A bit of an AU. Rhaenyra and her sons are still in Kingslanding but they (The greens and The blacks) still hate each other. And some other changes.

[DAYS IN THE SUN]

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Since she was a little girl Selene would read and read about the world around her, she would ramble about it to whoever was near and willing, which was usually her brother. Selene would marvel at the stories about old times and new tales. Her father despised it when she stayed late reading those tales, he used to say it was useless for her to read so much if she was going to be tired throughout the day but her mother, she would defend her against her father and let Selene indulge in her desires to open a new book each week. She was the one to support her little escapees to the library and listen when she would ramble about the new tale she read if no one else did.

As she grew up, her taste change a bit; from romance to fantasy, from fantasy to history, from history to families, from families to houses from houses to plants and from plants to healing… quite the odd turn but she was forced to care about plants and their properties.

It started when her mother died out of an allergic reaction to a particular flower, Aconitum, it was brought to her by a merchant from a distant land. Her father said her mother deserved such a beautiful flower, and indeed it was the most beautiful flower Selene has ever seen… but the beauty of the flora turned out to be as deadly as a sword to the heart.

Selene remembers clear as day that at first, no one knew what was the cause of Lady Maltheon's sudden illnesses, she was poisoned was what they thought was the answer to her sickness, however, just before her mother's last hours of life, when a Maester from the citadel came to visit per her father's desperate request, he was quick to point out the flower. He told the Maltheons that such a flower was not only deadly to most animals but to some people as well, the Maester did his best but failed to cure her.

Selene remembers watching him experiment with several treatments, teas, potions, milks but nothing worked, back then watching the old man work was the only alleviation she had, even if no one knew, the Maester hope in own his treatments was the only thing Selene felt like it kept her grounded.

After Mother's death, things changed around her home; the Maltheon’s men become a far cry from the ones they used to be and the last lady of the house was shut out completely leaving her with her books about plants, a new secret dream and longing for what once was…

And moments like this, moments like the one she is currently living in, that’s when she missed the days in the sun the most;

"I know it's not the happiest of announcements, but it must be done, my dear." Lord Alexios' voice was stern, his expression stoic and cold. He didn't understand the feelings of his daughter at all and had little desire to try. Instead, his cold demeanour made it seem as if he viewed this as nothing more than the cold hard fact of life.

“Father… I-I-” Selene still too stunned and horrified to put her thoughts in order just enough to make up a sentence, a word, a syllable.

"Speak plainly, my daughter." He looks at her with stern eyes, and he does not let the coldness in his voice soften "Do you have questions?" His voice is still cold, but it seems he will at least allow her to make an argument, or ask anything that she feels she needs to ask.

“Why me?” Selene shakes her head, still not understanding, she looks up at her father frowning in confusion “Prince Aemond could marry however he wishes. Why do we need this alliance with the Targaryens? I don't understand?”

Lord Alexios sighs, annoyed that his daughter would question his authority "Because it is necessary for our future, my daughter. A marriage alliance means our family will be bonded to the royal bloodline for generations, with any of your children potentially being in line for the Iron Throne..." Alexios glances at the unfolded letter on his table, he mumbles to her "As well as a chance for our own bloodline to sit upon the throne." There is a hint of pride in his voice as he speaks, hoping that his daughter might gain a small bit of the fire that he has in his heart.

Selene caught his small gazing moment, uneasiness settling in her bowels at what he implied. Selene knew her father and she knows he has strong opinions about how the crown handled things but could never- he wouldn't be a traitor to the king's word, right? He was appointed the hand of the king, he wouldn't be plotting against his appointed heir...

"Princess Rhaenyra is the heir to the throne, father, not Prince Aemond, he is the third-born son of the king. This marriage would be futile… " Selene said carefully, she shakes her head, her frown deepening, and that uneasiness she was feeling was starting to transform into annoyance at the moronic logic behind this betrothal.

"My daughter... what are you implying?" Lord Alexios turns to Selene where she stands with a look of disdain painting her features, and his stern demeanour has now given way to confusion. His confusion is quickly replaced by anger, a small vein in his face popping out as he speaks. "I shall not allow the honour of my house to be insulted in such a way, let alone by my own flesh and blood!"

Alexios advances toward Selene. In the blink of an eye, he is now standing inches away from her, and his voice becomes even more stern. Selene flinches a little at the close proximity, but she stands her ground. She looks into his green eyes, similar to her own shade, she frowns as she takes his hand, pleadingly. "Father… you… you simply can’t. Please. Please, don't do this."

Selene was ready to kneel and plead with him to stop this betrothal. She didn't wish to marry, at least not now.

At this point, her father is fuming. It is obvious that his anger is growing by the second, and his voice is as cold and sharp as steel as he rips his hand from her grasp "I won't be told what to do by my own daughter!" His eyes seem to burn through her with anger, and he reaches out a hand, seemingly to smack Selene as punishment, but at the last second, he stops. He pulls his hand back quickly, but it's clear that he nearly followed his impulse "You stupid girl, why can't you understand that I'm doing this for your benefit as well?"

"My benefit? You are selling me like a bloody mare, father, and in exchange for what? Power for our house? It’s inhumane." Selene looks pleadingly at her father again who didn’t seem affected by her pleas or any less angry "I’m your only daughter…"

"I'm not selling you like a mare," Her father says with contempt in his voice "I am making a wise decision for the future of our household and our position. How dare you speak to me this way?!" His voice is louder as he continues to talk, his anger evident "Do you know how many lords of the realm would be willing to marry any of their daughters to a Targaryen? They are the ones with the dragons! Their power is unrivalled! And yet you are so quick to question me?" He huffs, his anger growing again

Selene pursed her lips, she was annoyed and frightened. Marriage with the third born of King Viserys, Prince Aemond, was not something she had planned for herself. "Rheanyra will be Queen, Father, I- I don't know what you are planning but please I must implore you to keep me out of it."

"All I am doing is for the sake of the realm and our house," Alexios said with quiet anger, his face turning red. "The King and I already discuss your betrothal. It is done."

"Mother would have hated you for- "Selene was cut off by the sharp pain that came from her father's hand and her own gasp.

It took her a moment to understand what had happened. He slapped her.

Orion's slap knocks the wind out of Selene, and she could see that for just a brief moment he allows the satisfaction of striking her cross his face. He looks at Selene, cold anger evident in his eyes, his voice still cold and sharp. "You are the only lady of House Maltheon and you have a duty to it. Are you going to allow your duties to go unfulfilled? or will you do as you are told?" He says, his words sounding more like demands rather than questions.

Selene stares at him with nothing but resentment as she holds her reddening cheek. After a moment of silent glares, Selene drops her hand, her father's blazing eyes glancing at her cheek. "Is there anything else you wish to demand of me, Father?" Selene said in a calm voice but there was a sharpness to it.

The calmness of her voice seems to only make Alexios more mad. He wanted to strike her once again, Selene did flinch back this time, however, the strike never came. He probably knew he couldn't just beat her into obedience. So, instead, he simply spoke to her in just the same tone "You will obey me, it is your duty and my right as your father to marry you off if I wish. Now go to your chambers." His eyes were burning with anger, and his voice was nothing but ice "I want no more of your insolence or arguments."

Selene pursed he lips in indignation but kept her mouth shut. She only nodded and turned to leave her father's quarters with a ringing in her ears and resentment in her heart that refuse to leave her.

Alexios watches Selene leave, and his rage is replaced by pride. He finally feels like he has put her in her place. That girl would not be allowed to continue arguing like that for much longer. He turns around and starts walking toward his work table. "Hmph. She'll have to learn, one way or another." He walks the remaining few steps into his study and sits at his desk, he takes the important letter with the Hightower stamp on it and opens it, as he reads a grin begins to form on his face.

'We shall establish the third dragon as the heir but you first must do your part'

Alexios burns the letter, watching as pieces of it turn to ash. They all knew between the king's children who was the better fit for the iron throne, it was only a matter of time and the pull of a few strings to make the lords of the realm figured that out as well. "Selene better learns sooner rather than later, for the affairs are beginning..."

Part 4???

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the holidays are nearing, and he cannot help but feel excited looking for trees with you now that he has a lot more strength than he used to

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 | neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia

meeting the in-laws during the holidays…how does that work? (genshin men x Filipina!reader)

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 | 40’s!bucky barnes x reader

the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐀 | the forgers

the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 | royal au!loki x reader

the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟕: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 | ari levinson

A mad scientist and his wife. What’s that saying, curiosity killed the…

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A story of a stalker taking things a little too far.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟗: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 | andy barber

A variation of the Headless Horseman.

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | chef!ari levinson x black!reader

Cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

#writers cafe boost ☕️♡#writer’s cafe monthly masterlist #☕️ november 2023 ☕️

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In which the reader gets whisked away by the fae and turns into a spoiled and fattened pet

Warnings: kidnapping, force feeding, explicit NSFW, fattening to immobility, breaking furniture, nudity, human pet, master/slave dynamics

Tags: (extreme) weight gain, fantasy setting, royalty

You can’t quite remember how things turned out like this.

You definitely remember walking in the forest, and coming across a girl with long brown hair and striking green eyes, who you discovered was named Andrea, and she offered you a snack. You didn’t really think anything of it at the time, but as soon as you swallowed, the world seemed to suddenly change around you.

You remember seeing Andrea’s ears become pointy, and a silvery pair of wings sprouting from her back— you’d made a mistake that day. You ate food from the fae. And now you were doomed to live within their realm forever.

Well, doomed was a strong word to use— as soon as you arrived to a village of fairies, they quickly whisked you away, stripping you of your clothes and dressing you in a soft silk gown that left very little to the imagination. You were soon presented to their queen— a woman dressed in a long silver gown, her bright red hair pulled back neatly. Her striking auburn eyes looked you over, and she smiled as she offered you a place to sit by her throne.

You were seated in a chair upholstered in velvet, and soon the food came. Various cheeses, wines, fruits, meats, deserts— as much as your poor belly could handle. Once the entire session was over, your belly was as tight as a drum, and you felt much too stuffed to move. Thankfully, the queen’s servants were able to hoist you out of your seat and carry you off to the queen’s chambers.

The queen gently began to rub your belly as she explained to you the situation at hand. Her name was Selene, and she was the queen of the fae in these woods. Lately, she had fancied that she wanted a human pet— many other fae queens kept humans as pets to keep them company— and to also act as her consort. You didn’t really see any other option at this point, having eaten so much fae food, so you agreed to stay.

After that, the days slowly began to blur together. Most of your day was spent lounging by Selene’s throne, feeding yourself pastries and drinking fine wine as she attended to her royal duties. Your every need was taken care of by her attendants— Andrea being one of them. The two of you got along very well, and Selene agreed to let her be your personal servant.

Andrea attended to your every need. She awoke you in the morning, fed you breakfast, helped you dress, escort you to the throne room, kept you fed throughout the day, helped you bathe, and lay you down to sleep. You barely had to lift a finger anymore. Really, the most movement you seemed to be doing was using your mouth to chew your food and occasionally walk from room to room. But sometimes you even needed assistance with that, especially after a particularly large meal.

Due to the sudden change in your lifestyle, your middle began to soften rather quickly. What was once a rather flat stomach turned into a chubby belly, and you only seemed to be getting bigger by the day. The excess fat soon began to appear in places you hadn’t previously expected— on your arms, your thighs, your cheeks, even your fingers.

You remember one particular evening that a few queens from neighboring kingdoms came to visit, and they also brought along their human pets. The majority of them were much bigger than you were— and you had to admit, their size slightly intimidated you. Most of them had to be wheeled in on special carts, save for one who was just barely able to waddle from place to place.

The neighboring queens quickly flocked over to you— it had been some time since they had seen a human pet be so tiny. They pinched your chubby cheeks and poked at your softened middle, making you giggle due to how ticklish you were. From the corner of your eye, you saw Selene beaming with pride.

A banquet was held that night, and you were seated in a special chamber for the human pets. The room was large, and the floor was covered in soft blankets and pillows. The other pets spent most of their time gorging themselves, every so often looking your way to watch you try to keep up with their insatiable appetites.

The one other pet who was still mobile— Jena was their name— asked you how long you had been with Selene. You thought for a moment, and replied with a simple shrug of your shoulders, since your mouth was currently full of food and you didn’t want to be rude.

Jena seemed to understand that. They explained to you that time worked differently in the fae world. It was impossible to tell time the way humans did, because their concept of time doesn’t match the human concept. You nodded along as you finished your third glass of wine, sparking a small laugh from Jena. With a bit of a struggle, they got up and waddled closer to you. Once they were close enough, they sat down again, and quickly began to stuff more food into your mouth. You were much too skinny! It wouldn’t do at all! They wanted to personally make sure that you finished this meal with as full of a belly as you could possibly handle.

When Selene came with the others to bring their pets back home, you were more bloated with food and wine than you ever had been before. You laid on the floor helplessly, unable to move. You desperately attempted to roll onto your side, but you didn’t move an inch, and the sudden movement caused a rather loud burp to escape you. The other queens helped you to get upright, and as the others left, Andrea helped you back to your chambers.

Days soon blended into months. You were getting bigger and softer by the day. At this point, you likely weighed close to four hundred pounds, and you found yourself to become much more winded than usual when performing simple tasks. Thankfully, Andrea was there to assist you, making sure to keep you fed while also keeping you nice and clean— a bit of a difficult task, since doing so much as walking from room to room caused you to break into a sweat.

The day finally came when your chair broke from underneath you. Selene had been signing some royal documents, and Andrea had been feeding you some grapes; you collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud, your fat wobbling as you landed on your soft bottom. When the shock wore off, Selene quickly dismissed her servants and had Andrea assist you to her royal bed chambers.

Selene quickly stripped the satin gown off of you— at this point, you were likely past the five hundred pound mark, and any sharp angles that you might have once had were replaced with rolls of plush fat. You didn’t have very many stretch marks, save for a few that stretched across the very top of your plush belly. Every joint you had was now at least partially covered with fat, and your genitals were covered by a rather large pad of fat.

That seemed to be exactly what the queen wanted first, her hand diving under your fatness to try to find your genitalia— when she did find them, you released a rather loud moan. It had been some time since you had been touched down there, and the sensation sent ripples down your body.

Selene snapped her fingers, and when she did, a plate appeared with an entire cake on it. Through magic, bite-sized bits detached themselves and flew into your mouth, which you happily accepted.

The two of you went at this for what felt like hours— pleasuring you while she fed you, getting herself off by climbing on top of your huge gut and grinding against it until she came, then pleasuring you again, and the cycle kept going and going until you finally passed out, both from exhaustion and a rather heavy food coma.

After you broke your chair, your seat beside Selene was replaced with a pile of plush blankets and pillows for you to lounge on. Slowly, the robes you wore began to fit less and less, until one finally ripped during one of your meals. After that, you were allowed to simply be nude— your genitals were buried under fat rolls, after all, so it wasn’t like you were totally exposed to whoever came to visit.

The day finally came when you could barely make it out of bed. The sheer amount of fat rolls that had accumulated on your body made it near impossible for you to move or roll over. The solution to this, of course, was to move your mattress to the throne room. You took your final steps out of your bed chambers that day— slow, lazy steps that more resembled a waddle than anything— but it was your final steps nonetheless.

Ever since then, you’ve been spending your days being pampered in the queen’s throne room. You have several attendants who serve you— some constantly feed you, while others help you wash off, and Andrea was the only one beside the queen who was allowed to help you when you felt an urge down there. At this point, your limbs had been completely swallowed by fat. Your arms dangled lazily at your sides, your sausage-sized fingers only moving whenever you pointed at a new treat to eat. Your belly stretched out at least a foot in front of you, framed perfectly by your huge legs, though they were barely recognizable as such. Your knees and feet had long ago been covered in fat as well, so they ended up looking more like shapeless mounds of dough than actual limbs. Just barely, you could still wiggle your toes, but you knew that soon that too would become a distant memory.

You felt content in this state, being pampered while royalty watched on with fondness. And every night, before you drifted off into another food coma and Selene retired to her chambers, she would leave a kiss on what used to be your cheek, but was now just another fat roll. You smiled as best you could as she left the throne room, leaving you to drift off again into a bliss-filled sleep.

#//kidnapping #//force feeding #//nsfw #//fattened to immobility #//breaking furniture #//human pet #weight gain #weight gain fiction #extreme weight gain #wg fiction #xwg #wg kink #fat kink #maxx.fic

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