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blackswan446 · 1 month

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Hello Evieee!, im new to your blog but i already read lifetime and thief and i really like it. Can I request part 2 of lifetime where oc tries to escape and get punished by jungkook and then oc tries to be obedient then wants to request something that makes jungkook hesistant to consider? ☺️ thank you 💗

lifetime || two.

→ pairing: yan!jjk x reader

→ synopsis: we live for so many years, why not make them the happiest you can?

→ wc: 3584

→ cws: manipulation, guilttripping, murder, implied dub-con

→ notes: originally wasn't planning to do a part two on this cus i didn't have any ideas for what could be next, but this ask sparked inspiration so i'm really excited :)) thank you for asking!! <3 also the ending kind of suggests a part 3 and i have an idea for it but i dunno when it'll come out sooo

part one || m.list

the last three months seemingly dragged by like years. every second felt like a minute, and every minute felt like an hour. you were like a bird, skittish and anxious to escape the cage they had been locked in by a cruel captor.

to any outsider, your misery would come off as nothing but ingratitude and paint you as a finicky, spoiled brat. and honestly, you couldn't blame them for it. because anyone who peered through the tall glass windows of the luxurious mansion was bound to see just that--luxury. all they would see is the glass chandelier, the marble counters, and the endless indicators of money and class.

what they wouldn't see is the basement. the dark, damp, cold basement that you lived in--not physically, but mentally. you were trapped in this imaginary basement, and as much as you tried to claw at the concrete walls, and bang on the metal door, you couldn't escape it, not if you dedicated your entire life to it.

aside from the obvious, your life was perfect, at least by society's standards. you had everything you ever wanted and could get anything else you wanted at the drop of a hat. nice clothes, expensive jewelry, high-end makeup, flashy accessories. but you never really used them, since you didn't exactly leave the house, unless if it was time for you to play dress at one of jungkook's fancy work events, and cling onto his arm, following him around the whole night, your youth and beauty grabbing the attention of his rich business associates and peers, while you hoped that the pleading look in your eyes would alert the otherwise-blind millionaires to your distress.

since you didn't leave the house much, jungkook thought ahead and considered the inevitable boredom you would face. he stocked the house with as many hobby supplies as he could get his hands on. art, baking, reading, you name it, it's there. and anything that wasn't there would show up a mere hour after you requested it. not that you ever did, but jungkook practically bent over backwards to sweeten the pot for you, to put the rose colored glasses over your eyes and prove that being there with him was a good thing.

but none of this changed the fact that you were miserable. you missed the outside, you missed your life. you missed your achievements and the payoff of your hard work, which proved to do nothing for you inside of the prison you were trapped in. you missed the serenity of your street and the walk to your favorite coffee shop. you missed being human. physically you were a human, of course, but in your eyes, you felt as if you were nothing more than a shell, who didn't feel the pain of everyday problems and the joy of solving those problems. as much as you complained about them before, you would give anything to get out and feel those emotions again.

but after months of sulking, you finally had a plan. jungkook had placed security around the house--partly for his own protection and the safety of his house, and partly to keep you from getting out. you had never spoken to them, and they never spoke to you. but today, this would change. stuffing as many shiny jewels, expensive shoes, and silky dresses into the biggest and most expensive handbag you had in your closet, you put on a pair of basic shoes and the only black jacket you could find.

exiting the closet, you descended the grand stairs and looked around for the guard. not just any one in specific, but the one that stood by the front door. you needed to talk to this one only, it was crucial that you extended this offer to him and only him. why? you had overheard him talking in a hushed voice with a fellow guard, practically erupting with envy and awe at the house he found himself in. you knew he would fold immediately at what you had to offer and not say a word about it, which is why it was so important for you to talk to him.

you spotted him, in his usual spot by the door, staring straight forward with a blank look on his face. you took a deep breath, and approached him, and as you did, he shifted to stand more in front of the door. "do you need something?" he asked you. you looked around quickly, checking for any other witnesses before you began to speak.

"please, i need to get out of here. you need to let me leave." you pleaded quietly. the man shook his head. "no can do. i'm sorry." he said coldly, not even bothering to look at you. sighing, you held up the expensive handbag at rested at your side, and opened it to reveal the mess of jewels and fabric you that hid inside. "please," you repeated, "just let me out, and it's all yours. this, and whatever else you can grab from the closet before he comes home."

he peered into the bag, and he didn't need to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. but he didn't let up. shaking his head again, he returned his attention back to the house in front of him. you sighed in frustration. "please, i can't stay here anymore. you can tell him i jumped out of a window. you're not allowed to go up there anyways, right? you won't get blamed. besides, you can sell all this stuff, or give it to your wife, or-"

you were interrupted when the guard abruptly reached out and yanked the handbag from your trembling hands, holding it behind his tall figure. he didn't look down again, or say anything, but instead he stepped sideways, revealing the knob to the front door and the surprisingly simple latch that unlocked it. you laughed, out of relief and partial disbelief. the relief, though, was kind, and warm, and it washed over your mind like water and undid the tense knots in your body.

it was also very brief.

in that moment, the exact moment that you had regained your sweet freedom, one set of footsteps managed to make it crash down around you. "princess, is that you?" jungkook called, swiftly entering the foyer where you and the guard stood, caught red-handed in your scheme. you whipped around quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly, and your guilty eyes met his suspicious ones. "what's going on here?..." he trailed off, taking in the sight of you in tennis shoes and a jacket, and the guard holding a very familiar, very expensive handbag behind his back.

inhaling deeply, an eerie calm took over the man, his earlier confusion evaporating as he put the pieces together. you swallowed thickly, heartbeat deafening in your ears as he looked back and forth between the two of you. without a word, he grabbed you by the bicep and yanked you closer to him, the clean soles of your sneakers squeaking on the shiny floor. he then stuck his hand out towards the guard, fingers open as he shamefully returned the bag. "i deeply apologize, sir. i was wro-"

"stay here, mr. ahn. i'd like to have a word with you later." jungkook said coldly, turning on his heel to ascend the stairs behind him, dragging you with him. you glanced down from the top of the stairs at mr. ahn, who wore a look that could only be described as pure terror. he knew what was next for him, he knew that he had messed up beyond repair.

leading you down the maze of hallways and identical doors, jungkook finally stopped at a new one, and also the biggest one you had seen, which was obviously his own room. shoving you forwards towards the bed, which was on the other side of the grand room, he pushed you down to sit on the edge of the bed and went to shut and lock the door behind him. it wasn't until he had returned, and took a seat next to your shaky figure, that he spoke.

"i'm not mad, princess." he said calmly, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "i'm just confused. why would you try and escape? what were you thinking?" he asked himself, scoffing in annoyance. "are you really that unhappy?"

you turned your head to him, slowly, and stared at him in utter disbelief. "i mean, i knew you would need time to adjust. but running away from me? after everything i've done for you?" he continued, shaking his head. "why did you do it, angel? just tell me. why'd you try and leave me?"

"because this place is a prison. you kidnap me, and take me away from everything i've ever loved, and lock me in this cage, and try to distract me with all these fancy clothes that i can't even wear to anywhere, and give me these stupid ass baking pans, and art canvases, just to try and dumb me down, and make me forget what you did to me! so you tell me, jungkook. why do you think i tried to run away?" you exploded, giving him a nasty glare as he nodded slowly, in a way that made him look more amused than anything.

"is that what you think it is? a prison? after everything i've done for you. the money i've spent. the blood that has been shed, the dirty blood of that whore, that i watched pour from her head after i hit her. i do all of that just for you, and this is how you repay me?" he seethed. "honestly, [name], i'm hurt. i thought you would be happier here, but apparently, i was wrong." he said, the white-hot tone of his voice now gone and replaced by a remorseful murmur. your glimmer of hope shined through once again at the idea you thought he was suggesting.

"i know i shouldn't be mad at you. it's all my fault that you're so unhappy here. all alone, all day long. it must be awful. you must be so lonely." he said quietly, fiddling with his hands as he stared down at his shoes. "i'm so sorry, [name]." you didn't respond to his apology, and you let it bounce off your heart and onto the floor in front of you. "i'm going to do so much better. okay? i know what i can do!" he smiled, a wicked idea forming in his mind. "i can change my position at work, and instead of going there everyday, i can do my work here, and stay home with you!" he exclaimed, smiling proudly at his new plan. your heart sunk to the floor at his words. the last thing you needed was jungkook sticking around here with you all day long.

you shook your head. "no, jungkook. you don't-you don't need to do that." he waved his hands in denial. "nope," he vetoed, "it's decided. i'm telling everybody tonight. trust me, princess, this is for the best." he sighed contentedly, before his voice got low and serious. he stood up from his spot next to you, and stood right in front of you. "now, we may have solved the problem, but we still need to address what happened earlier. what you did isn't okay, angel. it was rude, and stupid, and it hurt me a lot. how do you think that makes me feel as a provider? as someone who loves you? honestly, [name], do you enjoy hurting people like that?" he asked.

though you had tried to resist it, the dagger of guilt had managed to stab you, right in the gut. jungkook sounded hurt, and the way he put things made you feel like a total piece of shit. you shook your head again. "but, you're not the only one who did something wrong. mr. ahn's actions told me all i need to know about his loyalty and how much he cares about his job. so the only right thing to do now is punish those who were wrong. that sounds fair, doesn't it?" he asked innocently. you nodded, stomach sinking at the direction this was going in. "use your words." he commanded, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. "yes, that sounds fair." you whispered weakly.

"now, there are...a few ways...i could punish you right now. but you're not the only one who messed up. and besides, i think those other ways would be better reserved for when we're home together. yeah?" he joked, the smirk potent in his sweet voice. "so here's what we'll do. mr. ahn was unloyal to me. he didn't do what i asked him to, and i don't go for that. but, i'm going to leave it up to you,"

"should i go and kill mr. ahn right now, or,"

you shook your head frantically. "jungkook, no. please, don't. it's my fault, okay? i'm sorry." you pleaded. he nodded. "yeah, princess, it is your fault. and now, you're paying the price. so, i could go and kill him right now, or,

i could burn down this entire house with everybody in it, including us."

your stomach lurched at the sick words that fell from his mouth so easily. tears brimmed your eyes, blurring the glow of the chandelier above you into a mess of golden light and black suit fabric as you looked up in disbelief. it felt like every organ in your body somehow stopped working and kicked into overdrive all at once. "please, jungkook. you don't have to kill anybody. please, i'm sorry. it's my fault. just do whatever you said earlier to me. please, don't hurt anybody else." you choked out, cheeks slick with tears.

he shook his head. "those are the only two options for you, princess. i like your enthusiasm, though. so what'll it be? kill one man who deserves it, or bring down ten other innocent people, including yourself?" he probed, pushing your jaw up to look at him. "now, [name], or i'll choose for you." he warned.

"the first one!" you spat. "now, which one was that? don't be shy, princess, i want to hear that sweet voice of yours." he teased, smirking at your distress. "kill mr. ahn." you said weakly, your blurry vision just able to make out the smug grin on jungkook's face. he shrugged nonchalantly, dropping your jaw from his hands and letting it fall as you laid your head in your hands, barely biting back uncontrollable, heaving sobs. "if you say so."

he left, strides long and shoulders back, and the seconds once again felt like hours as you were left alone in the unbearable silence. though you preferred deafening silence over what was next. the yelps of pain, the pleas, and the deafening sound of bones cracking and bloody knuckles meeting bruised flesh. even from a floor away, you could hear the atrocity from the bedroom. you clasped your hands over your ears, hoping the blockage and the sound of your own crying would mute the tortuous sounds.

after a disturbingly short amount of time, you heard the thrashing and struggling grind to a stop. taking your shaky hands away from your red ears, you pulled them close to your chest, crinkling back into a fetal position on the bed as your wails echoed off the walls of the bedroom. tears flooded from your eyes, onto the fabric of the comforter and into your hair, and only got worse as you heard the sound of dreaded footsteps drawing closer to the bedroom.

as you wallowed in the pits of hellish guilt, you made a promise, to both yourself and to everybody else that stood in the unpredictable path of jungkook's rage and violence.

this was never going to happen again.

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this time, you were confident. there was no way your plan could go wrong. this was your guaranteed ticket to freedom.

you spent months being obedient. conforming yourself to be the perfect one for him. ever since that horrific day, when an innocent man died because of your careless decision, you committed yourself to the mission of making sure something like that never, ever happened again, not if you could help it.

so you listened. you let him say whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. you were more than just his ragdoll, though, you played along. you smiled at him sweetly, and listened to his words, and told him you loved him with a kiss on the cheek every night before sleeping.

of course, it made you sick. knowing the hands that grabbed your waist and played with your hair and made you dinner and everything in between were the same ones that brutally ended the life of innocent people made your stomach twist in ways it never had before, and you hated it.

every night, you felt so marked, so unpure, so dirty. like the blood that he washed down the drain like nothing that day had stayed on his hands and left smudgy, sticky handprints all over you. but maybe, just maybe, your trying days and sleepless nights would finally pay off.

knocking softly on the wooden door, you didn't need to wait for jungkook to respond before you opened the door. looking up, he smiled happily as he saw you come towards him. "there you are, princess!" he greeted, closing his laptop as you smiled back at him. you greeted him quietly as you shut the door behind you. "come sit, darling." he beckoned, tapping his lap as he pushed his chair out, "i missed you today."

you obliged, a sharp tinge of disgust striking through your heart as you straddled his lap, resting your chin on his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and sighing deeply. "how was your day? do anything interesting? i wish i could've stayed with you today." he said wistfully, rubbing his hands up and down your back gently.

you shook your head. "not really. it was good, though." you replied. sitting back, you met his eyes, the hesitated look on your face acting as the dangling carrot in front of the hungry rabbit. "what is it, sweetheart? you look sad."

you shrugged. "oh, i don't know. it's kind of silly. don't worry about it." you chuckled, fiddling with your fingers as you spoke. eyebrows knitting together, jungkook shook his head. "no it's not, baby. tell me what's going on." he probed. for a second, just a split second, your mind began to wander into the waters of uncertainty.

"come on, you know i like to hear your sweet voice."

your heart lurched at the sentence, one that was forever stuck in your mind as a painful reminder of that awful day. suddenly, the uncertainty was gone, replaced by an urgent sense of eagerness and determination.

"i just miss my old life." you admitted. "i was just...so proud of everything that i made for myself. not that i don't like it here with you, but i miss my routine. i miss going to the store, and getting my coffee, and walking through my neighborhood. it took me a long time to finally gain happiness, and i wish i could've held onto that for a little longer." you said sadly, eyes welling up at the memories of the life you once cherished.

jungkook nodded slowly. he stayed silent, but you could see the wheels turning in his head as he considered your confession. "and, i was kind of wondering, if..." you sighed shakily, "if it'd be okay for me to go out? just for the day, sometimes. and i'd come back here every night. i would just want to go back to my apartment, and get my old clothes, and have another one of my favorite drinks, and visit the old park i used to walk at."

looking back into his eyes, you were met with his own eyes being focused on the floor. he had a thoughtful expression, and the oh-so sweet glimmer of hope that had been extinguished for so long finally regained its spark. he stayed like that for a while, as if he were picturing everything you just said and everything that could go wrong.

"i'll think about it."

your eyes widened, eyebrows raising and the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "really?!" you exulted, sitting up in his lap. he smiled and nodded again. "yeah, really. you've been a good girl, i think you deserve a reward." he grinned. "thank you, thank you!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug and kissing his cheek.

"of course, darling. anything for you." he beamed. "why don't you go to the kitchen and have someone start on dinner? i just have one more call to make, and then i'm all yours. sound good?" he hummed. you nodded happily, hopping off his lap and bubbling out of the office.

it worked, it worked so well! the glow of freedom was so close, you could practically feel its warmth absorb into your skin as you skipped downstairs. everything seemed brighter now; the lights illuminated the room in a different way, the vases of flowers were more vibrant, and your soul felt like it was shining more than it had in months.

if only you knew the storm cloud that was headed your way.

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #yandere bts #yandere bts x reader #yandere jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #yandere #yandere jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #asks

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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Oh no...! The fluff...! I'm gonna have sweet tooth because of your works (jkd i luv them dun worry :'3)

So we had the kings as kids now... How about they meet their kids from the future??

Like some kind of accident(s) happen that take them back in time (yeah I'm out of idea 😭 sr)

Family's meeting!!!! *vroom vroom*

Shhh, that's my plan! If I give everyone cavities, we'll be lining up to see Morax as dentist, and he won't hurt himself in the war again lmao

The royal kids are definitely clever beasts. It wouldn't surprise me if they figured something out and were thrown into our times for 24 hours. We've already had a Christmas miracle, so I can believe anything. Let the kings meet their teenage offspring~

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan would like a family more than anything. When one day he saw white-haired twin nobles next to you and heard that they were your children from the future, his heart would melt in an instant. Ironically, they're both taller than him. But he's still able to get through it. He wants to take them to the front to see how they fight and then have a good beer (juice for them, they can fight but not drink) in the best pub. You have never seen him so happy and with so much love in his eyes. Do they really have to go back to their own time? Well... As soon as they were gone, Satan would grab your hand with a smug smirk. Be prepared to not get out of bed for a week, and certainly not on your own.

Mammon has a bunch of children, and nobody can convince me otherwise. You can create a whole group of idols out of them, and that's basically how they are treated in their times. He would spend time with each of them, curious to see how the future would unfold. Each of them is so enterprising that they would rule Tartaros without hesitation if he just left them alone for a while. But what he likes most is your reaction. He would watch lovingly as you happily talked and cuddled with every one of them. They also know well that the most important person in the entire country is their sweet human parent. Be ready to be spoiled by both Mammon and your entire group of children.

Beelzebub is terrified. He'd be sure he was absent so long that you'd actually had teenage child. There is no doubt that girl he met is his daughter. She appears and disappears just like him, has this petty smirk, and her first impulse was to sniff him. Besides... he just know it, okay? They actually ran into each other by accident in Avisos. After all day with her he will come back, promising you that he will visit you more often. You wonder how quickly he will forget about it, especially since he is clearly relieved when you tell him that you don't have children (yet), and it was just some anomaly in space-time. And it’s not that he doesn't want children. He would rather be there as they grow up… as much as he can.

Leviathan first glances at you, just to find out if you and this beautiful princess have something in common. His daughter must be perfect, and only your genes and his combined would be able to create a being more beautiful than himself. Not that you'd ever heard him say that out loud. Jealousy would fight within him with duty. Fatherly pride will prevail when he sees that she is perfectly brought up and treats him with due respect. Ah, anyone who looks at her will hang. If he's only going to have her for one day, then only he and you can spend time with her. The nobles will be delighted because they haven't been hanged so lavishly for a long time.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan

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wordbunch · 10 months

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Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > Lord of the Rings characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕

ARAGORN ♡ cowboy like me

His old wandering lifestyle made it pretty hard to be committed to a person in one place, but he made it happen as soon as it was possible, and he would have done anything in the world to give you safety, protection and all the love that you deserve. And he plans on giving it to you forever, no matter the trials and tribulations that might appear on the way.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?

Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!

I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!

The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him

"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way

"Hey" you said

"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth

"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes

"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you

You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"

"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any

Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you

And he intended in ruining you tonight

"Want some company?" He spoke again

"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse

"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him

You have in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this

That was your first mistake...

~•~

"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind

An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now

"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal

"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him

"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side

His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips

"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"

"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming

You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone

"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."

~•~

Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone

He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...

Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room

You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits

"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back

The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair

"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you

You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"

"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"

"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered

You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you

"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people

Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"

You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"

With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...

~•~

You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same

You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room

Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left

"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked

You nodded "Sure, why not"

You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie

"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered

"You can't do that"

"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"

You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"

"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"

He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...

"What?" Was all he could say

You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears

He fucked up...

~•~

At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...

When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it

"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly

"What the fuck?"

"Shit I'm so sorry I-"

"Yeah fuck that"

The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name

Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly

"You can't seem to get about me baby..."

"I could never, but I hate you..."

"I know, let me fix it..."

You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...

"Okay... I'll let you"

"Good... Thank you" he said

That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again

"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly

You smiled, kissing his lips softly

At the end, you could change him...

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Baby It's Christmas

Summary: Natasha gets to spend the holidays with your family

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, amab nat, breeding kink

A/N: I am pushing the hopeless romantic!nat agenda and you all get to suffer through it !!! Kinda sad this event is over, but I'm excited to start writing for the new year!!

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Deep down, Natasha was hopelessly romantic. She loved being in love. The butterflies in her stomach, tender touches, and the intimacy that is given to otherwise insignificant things. The only thing loved more than that was being in love with you. Love was great, but love with you was amazing. It was like an addict. Every day, Natasha found herself wanting more of you. Just being a teammate wasn't enough, so she became your friend. When "friend" wasn't enough, she became your girlfriend. Then once "girlfriend" didn't satisfy her, she became your fiance. One day, "fiance" wouldn't be enough either and she'd become your wife.

If she had to be honest, "fiance" was losing its appeal already. Natasha wanted a family. She was already a third of the way there. You were in your first trimester of pregnancy and all the wedding planning was over, but six months until the baby came and six more until the wedding was a dreadfully long time. Natasha wanted to just wake up one morning and have everything be perfect. She wanted to make breakfast, coddle you and the baby, and spend a whole day with nothing looming over her head. No mission reports, no world-ending threats, just her and the family she finally craved.

Without the baby, you were in the direct line of sight for all of Natasha's spoiling and overprotectiveness. She arranged for you to leave the Avengers early and effectively trapped you in the house. You couldn't exactly complain either. The compound wasn't always the safest place for you and Natasha had literally thrown up just thinking about you going on a mission while pregnant.

"Tasha, is all this necessary?" You sat with your arms crossed at the dinner table as your fiance frantically moved to put plate after plate on the table. If anyone had come in, they would have thought you were cooking for a small family of four. They'd be dead wrong. All four plates on the table and both glasses were just for you. "Baby, I can't eat all of this by myself. This is crazy."

Natasha shook her head. "You don't have to eat it all, but this will keep you and our baby strong." She pulled up a chair and began feeding you. Your wife had already learned everything there was to learn about being pregnant. The day after you got your results back she spent hours researching. Ever since she's kept you on the healthiest diet you ever had. "I'll eat it with you and we'll give the leftovers to the team."

"Baby, you're overreacting! One normal meal won't kill me." You opened your mouth and ate. Natasha was a wonderful cook, but no amount of skill could change the fact you were tired of having salmon every other meal. After a few bites, you had to cover your mouth for a chance to speak. "I think this whole pregnancy thing is stressing you out, why don't we spend the holidays with my family?"

"How about we do literally anything else?" Natasha nervously chewed on a piece of the breakfast bagel she made for you. "I mean, we always do Christmas at Tony's house. It's too last minute to break that tradition." Despite spending years of her life training to lie, Natasha found it impossible to lie to you. There was never a reason to keep a secret from you, but that knowing look certainly didn't make it easier. "Okay, fine! I'm scared of your dad!"

You frowned. "Is he threatening you again? I thought you two were getting along." There was no denying your father was a bit overprotective. You had lost count of how many partners he sent running because of how scary he looked. Natasha loved you too much to be swayed by empty threats. Your dad admired that, but that just meant he had to start filling his threats. "What about that hunting trip, did that not actually work?"

A heavy sigh came out of Natasha's mouth. "No, it went great. I just sorta promised that we'd save the baby for after the wedding and we didn't do that." She slumped down in her chair. "He's gonna take me outside and put me down like a dog! I'm done for."

You swallowed your food and laughed. "Oh please! My families more of a matriarch, just hope my mom likes the ring you bought me and you'll be fine." You pat your fiance on the leg as if she were an upset dog. "You need to relax a little and you'll have time to do that with at least eight other people looking after me."

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In a way, you were right. There was technically no need for Natasha to fuss over you as much as she was. She didn't relax like she was supposed to. Natasha instead chose to mingle with your family and spoil you alongside them. You could barely take two steps without being guided to another seat or handed another plate of food. The only thing you were allowed to do was make arts and crafts with the kids, which was surprisingly enjoyable.

You were suddenly thankful you let Natasha talk you into renting a hotel for the trip. You flopped down on the bed and nuzzled into the crisp pillows. "Noo, I'm mad at you," You groaned and gently pushed Natasha away. Despite that, your fiance rolled you on your back and began kissing up your neck. "Nope, no kisses for fiance abandoners!"

Natasha had already made up her mind for the evening, but she could play along with your game. "Whaat, I didn't abandon you! I just thought you looked cuter sitting with the kids and coloring than you did having boring conversations." She placed gentle kisses down the side of your neck and squeezed your hips. "Plus, I came back for you. Isn't that what matters most?" Her hands slid down your body and tugged off your shorts.

A soft whimper had given away your true feelings before you could even say a word. "Oh, you're awful." Your breathing began to tremble. Being empty was starting to become unbearable, but Natasha always liked to play with her food. Her fingers circled your hole and rubbed your clit as gently as possible. "Nat, please don't be like that."

Your fiance merely hummed before slipping two of her fingers inside of you. Natasha basked in the vulgar sounds coming from your pussy. Pregnancy had made you incomprehensibly wet and Natasha found herself loving the mess that came with it. "God, I might keep you pregnant forever if it means you'll be this wet." Her fingers practically assaulted your g spot while her tongue lapped at your clit. The feeling of your walls clenching around her fingers was addictive. "Doesn't that sound nice? You can lay around and be my little breeding toy."

A deep moan fell from your mouth. "Ah, don't say that!" Your thighs clamped around her hand. "Fuck, you're so mean!" The first orgasm rushed over you unexpectedly. You had always assumed the arousal was a hormone thing, not an unchecked fetish. Your hips couldn't stop grinding against Natasha's hand.

Natasha dragged out your orgasm as long as she possibly could. Her hands were practically soaked in your cum. "I think that was pretty nice of me, but I can show you mean." The smirk on her face showed she was serious. She pulled down her pants and boxers. Natasha was fully erect and dripping with precum. "I'm not going easy on you," She whispered before planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Ooh, how rough could you possibly be with your pregnant spouse?" You turned your head to give Natasha a proper kiss. "God, fuck you're so big!" Natasha was unforgiving in the pace she set for you. She filled you up to the brim with her dick. Nothing would ever get you used to the feeling of being stretched out. You were nothing but a fleshlight and a cum dump. "I — ah!"

Her hips met yours with care. "That's right, you're a good breeding toy." Natasha held your legs up, allowing herself to go deeper inside you. Your wetness coated her thighs and spilled onto the bed. "God, you're so messy. My messy little toy." Her groans turned to grunts as she began rutting inside of you. "You're gonna drain me!"

You hopelessly clawed at Natasha's back. "Fuck, that's so good! Please fill me up, please!" Your ankles locked behind her back and forced her inside of you as she came. You whined when Natasha began pulling out. "If it leaks out, you're cleaning it."

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peaky blinders hc for what it would be like to be dating them/married to them!! xx

So i did married to them, hope thats alright xx

Tommy

🌿 Determined to make sure things are different this time, good and true, he wanted to marry you with the gypsies. So you had your wedding in the fields at the Golds settlement.

🌿Dangerous goes without saying, naturally, however somehow its worse than you imagined. You always thought Tommy was being dramatic when he said it would get worse once you were married

🌿 But it got worse, there have been multiple attempts on your life and Tommy is more protective of you than ever

🌿 He doesn't always show it in the best or most romantic of ways, sometimes he stays late at work, hours late because hes trying to pull together a plan that will keep you safe. He doesn't tell you often enough that its you hes thinking of, its yours and his future which keeps him going.

🌿Puts a lot of pressure on himself for things to be different this time. Hes been married in the past and failed to treat people right, he won't let himself go wrong again.

🌿When things get bad and youre scared - though you try to be brave for your husband - Tommy tries to get you to talk to him and admit your fears, says its good to be scared, shows youre still innocent, shows you're still alive.

🌿That kind of talk scares you more though and so he ends up bringing you into his lap/arms, cradling you to his body and whispering promises to keep you safe, to never leave you.

🌿Tells you stories, that if things get really bad you'll get a wagon together and dissappear never to return. You'll chanhe your names, leave everything behind, just you amd him together. You know it will never happen like that but the story comforts you every time.

🌿 Doesnt involve you in the business at all, determined to keep you pure and innocent. Even if he knows deep down its impossible.

🌿Spoils you, mostly with pretty jewellery and animals. Buys you dogs, always takes you with him to buy horses.

🌿Has a horse he keeps just for the two of you and takes you riding as often as he can.

🌿 Sometimes in the summer the two of you dissappear for days on that horse, living like gypsies where no one can reach you. These are his favourite memories. Brings himself hell from the rest of the family upon your return, but its worth it every time.

🌿 Youre one of the only people who can talk any sense into him, hes always talking to you about "mutual respect" and how hes heard its the most important thing in a marriage. So whenever you argue, and if you step out of line, he'll stop you and remind you.

🌿 "What is it we have love? Remind me eh i think I've forgotten?" "respect Tommy," you sigh. "Mutual respect, that means it goes both ways... Right," he pats your cheek lightly, his cheeky smile gets under your skin "that'll be that then eh."

🌿 The longer goes by the less he feels haunted by Grace. You're a mother to his children and he talks to you all the time about having a baby with you. Whenever you have sex he tells you thats what he wants.

🌿 Still calls you his angel, still believes you were sent from heaven to heal him.

Alfie

🐻 Good, quiet, stable and steady. Alfie treasures you and isnt going to let anything happen to you. Which means you lead a remarkably quiet life for a ganstas wife.

🐻 He keeps you out of business, and for the most part, keeps himself out of business too.

🐻 He made a joke at the wedding saying that if anyone tried to joke around and ask if he was the father of the bride, he'd cut them. You know he wasn't really joking, you know he occassionally does worry hes too old for you.

🐻 "Sure you wouldn't rather be out there with handsome young men your own age?"

🐻 The plain and simple answer is no... The longer answer is still no, but followed with lots of questions. For one, why on earth would you want to be with any of those arrogant younger men who waste all their money on snow and whiskey, who dont care for their women and sleep around... Your alfie is so good to you, devoted to you, takes care of you, hes your gruff and grumpy bear. You like thats hes a little old fashioned, that he has manners, that hes your old man.

🐻 Takes baths with you, candle lit, when the rooms all steamy he makes you lie back against his chest whilst he washes you. He hums you little tunes, tells you he thinks hes gonna write an opera one day. You joke and ask who will be his muse, you or tommy shelby. And when you make jokes like that he takes your wet hair and wraps it round his fist, tugs on it gently but harsh enough to pull your head back so that youre looking up at him.

🐻 "Remember our rules right ziskeit, you don't mention the name of the devil, we dont talk about cursed men right in this here home of ours" its like hes almost superstitious about it. Doesnt want you to say Tommys name because the man is cursed and the curse catches.

🐻 When you apologise you kiss each of his finger tips.

🐻 He bakes you bread (actual bread) all the time, especially when hes stressed, the kneeding is theraputic for him. Sometimes he gets you to help him, teaches you the proper way to do it with his hands over yours.

🐻 Eventually you move to margate together, he likes it better that way, thinks you can really be safe, thinks you'll finally be away from Tommy Shelby for good. He misses his old friend but he's glad to keep the curse away from you.

🐻 Can't sleep at night without you resting your head on his chest. Likes to comb his fingers through your hair until he falls asleep.

🐻 Likes to help you dress in the mornings, brushes your hair, lets you teach him how to make it pretty, but complains his fingers are too big and clumsy, not dainty like yours. But you like it better when Aflie does your hair for you, you feel prettier knowing his hands made you up like that.

Arthur

🍂 Tumultuous to say the least. This is one traumatised man and you accepted the ups and downs of your relationship a long time ago. Your one rule is that he never suffers alone.

🍂You want to go through everything with him, you never want him to be alone snowed up and sad drunk so even when he gets himself in a terrible state, even when he begs you to leave him because he doesnt want you to see him like that, you stay with him, you hold him whilst he cries, you weather his temper knowing he will never hurt you.

🍂 He does scare you, when he breaks things it scares you, but you know he loves you, you know its not really him but his illness, you've stood and watched him destroy a room before and then said "You gonna come here now and let your wife look after you?"

🍂 You hold his head to your chest and soothe him to sleep. Kiss his hair, tell him you know hes a good man. You tell him you love him all the time.

🍂 Despite the fact youre married he still has a complex, still thinks he doesnt deserve your love still thinks hes ruining your life, is terrified of corrupting you, but you never let those thoughts linger and refuse to take him seriously when he tells you.

🍂 "Dont be daft my darling husband, you deserve all the love in the world and I'll be damned if you get it from any woman but me..."

🍂 His heart is always in the right place even if his romantic plans dont always go to plan. Sometimes he buys you flowers but forgets to give them to you until theyve already wilted. Hes tried to cook for you and nearly set the house on fire.

You find it funny and endearing however, it means all the more to you that he tries so hard for you.

🍂 The sex is so good, and maybe a little relentless, because hes determined to be an honest man now he takes his full sexual appetite out on you and its exhausting in the best way possible. When hes pissed off you like to tease him into taking his frustration out on you sexually.

🍂 Naturally being the wife of a peaky blinder is dangerous, you and arthur both know that and your being so precious to him does mean that he is sometimes a little zealous trying to protect you.

🍂Men have lost teeth for looking at you.

🍂 And men who have actually tried to harm you... You didn't witness every death so you couldn't possibly say what happens to them...

🍂 Does make you feel powerful, you like how it makes you feel like a dangerous woman. You try to keep that secret though as arthur would hate to think he'd corrupted your morals in any way other than sexually.

John

🌼 John is a good husband because hes a good lad, a decent, honest, caring lad. He always did have a little more good in him than his brothers.

🌼 He takes being your husband seriously, he wants to provide for you, protect you, wouldnt see himself as a man if he couldnt keep his wife and home happy.

🌼 Wants a big happy family with you. Finds great comfort in sitting down at the kitchen table with all the weans running around, playing games like him and his brothers used to when they were kids, seeing you his wife there too. Its comforting to have this heavenly little bit of peace, even if its a kind of peace which is pure chaos.

🌼 Hes attentive, always checking in on his flower. He wants you to always be happy.

🌼 He's also still got the heart of a boy, hes childish and silly, likes playing games with you, will chase you around the garden, through the house, sling you over his shoulder when he catches you.

🌼 Plays with the kids, is a good father as well as a good husband, but definitely is the kind of father that ropes the kids into his tricks and uses them to help wind you up.

🌼 Cuddles up to you all the time, likes to catch your hand as you walk past him and pull you into a hug. Refuses to let you go, makes you put up a fight.

🌼 Lowkey always horny, is looking for any excuse and opportunity to fuck you.

🌼 Brings gifts back for you from the city, brings you flowers. Threads them through your hair.

🌼 Always trying to steal kisses from you.

🌼 At family meetings he stands by you, with his arm around your waist and his hand holding yours. He wont let anybody talk down to you. He takes protecting you very seriously.

🌼 Would throw himself in front of you, take a bullet for you, run into a burning building for you in a heartbeat. He takes being your husband very seriously.

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie is the sweetest husband and he takes being your husband very seriously indeed, sometimes a little too seriously, which is adorable.

🍀"I'm your husband, I've got to look after you," "Got to keep my lovely wife safe and sound haven't i..."

🍀Makes you all these promises of how your life will be when hes a world famous fighter.

🍀 Treats you like youre still courting, picks you wildflowers, takes pride in catching good meat for you. Brings you little gifts back from the city. Sometimes he steals you little gifts from the city.

🍀 A boy of tradition, couldn't see you the night before the wedding...

🍀 The wedding was in spring, it was pure and blissful, you danced the whole night with him around the fires. It was a raucous celebration by all accounts and when it came to consumating

🍀 Now he dreams of having children with you, wants to be a father to your babies so badly... And telling you that when hes burried inside you makes you both hold onto one another even tighter in your passion.

🍀 He used to be nervous to have you at his fights but now youre his good luck charm... Not that he needs any luck but still, he likes to be able to look over and see his little dove rooting for him.

🍀 You insist upon being the one to help him prepare for the fight, youre the one who wraps his hands carefully. You put your forehead to his and your noses brush when you tell him to make sure he wins. 🍀You also insist upon being the one to patch him up afterwards. He doesnt like you getting your hands dirty like that, says you shouldnt be the one cleaning him up but you always argue. "Womens hands are more delicate and careful than mens, and I'm not having any other woman back here with you..."

🍀Besides its a good way of getting him alone after the fight. You love seeing the animalistic side of him that the fights bring out in him and watching him in the ring makes you want him pretty desperately...

🍀 Especially because its the only time you can trick him into being anything but careful with you. You like how hard he fucks you when he's still burning with adrenaline.

🍀And then afterwards when youre both coming down together how gentle he is with you, how concerned he is that he might have gone too hard and hurt you.

🍀He'll hold you in his lap, still burried inside you, scatter you in kisses, especially if you happen to have bruises on your neck and shoulders from his bites.

🍀"I'm so sorry little dove, do you hurt?" "Its a good kind of hurt Bonnie, it feels good," but he'll make sure to kiss every one better multiple times whilst he tells you how precious you are.

🍀Its not that he's insecure, he isn't at all, he knows you'd never pay another man any mind whatsoever, but its the principle of things... He believes in his morals and traditions and thinks other men should too... You don't hit girls, you show women respect, you protect them... And you don't flirt with other mens wives.

🍀 So if someone isn't respectful enough of you for his liking, he'll teach them a lesson.

🍀 And when he catches other men looking at you with lust in their eyes, he makes a cheeky little display of kissing you and holding you and letting everyone know youre his.

🍀 Puts his cap on your head sometimes when youre walking. Just to let everyone know youre the wife of a peaky boy.

Isaiah

🐀No one thought they'd see Isaiah married so young, but when he found out you were carrying his child he didn't exactly settle down but he did show everyone how serious he was about you.

🐀His father did the ceremony, it was small but lavish. A family and peakys affair, with a roaring party at the Garrison afterwards.

🐀He has you give up working, won't have his wife and the mother of his child going to work when he can provide plenty enough for the three of you by himself.

🐀You worry about him a lot. Not because you dont think hes capable of looking after himself but because you know just how capable he is of getting himself into trouble.

🐀And he does get himself into trouble, especially over you, doesnt hesitate to pick a fight with anyone whose eye you catch, now that youre his wife he takes his role as your "protector" extra seriously, not only that but he views you as his property, and no one else should be laying a finger or glance at those which belong to him.

🐀You tell him all the time you wish he'd calm down a little, get into less scraps but he says "What kind of a husband would i be if i didnt defend the honor of my wife"

🐀Really likes reminding you that youre his wife... As if you could ever forget it. Tells you youre his all the time. Makes you tell him that youre his.

🐀"Who do you belong to?" when hes fucking you, "You Isaiah, you..." "And only me..."

🐀Just because youre his wife and an honest woman doesnt mean youre having pure and honest sex... Hes rough with you, fucks you hard and fast and mercilessly.

🐀Although he likes seeing you in his jacket, he sees it as a status symbol that his wife should have lots of glamourous things of her own, so you have your own coat, which he always reminds you to wear. "What kind of husband lets his wife leave the house half dressed?" you tell him hes being dramatic.

🐀But he doesnt see it that way, he thinks you deserve the whole world, all the glamour and riches you could ever wish for, he isnt going to give you and his baby anything less than just that.

🐀Is definitely a dominant husband, has lots of ideas about the way a marriage should be and he is determined to do things properly.

🐀Tells you youre the reason he takes on dangerous jobs, that everything he does with the peakys is for you, to get a better life for you and your baby.

🐀Doesnt listen when you say you dont need anything other than him, that you only need him alive and healthy and there with you. That success and wealth mean nothing if you can't have him with you.

Michael

☘️ He comes off as cold to you sometimes. He doesnt mean to but sometimes he upsets you when he gets distant, too focussed on impressing Tommy Shelby and living up to the family name.

☘️ But when he realises what hes done and how hes hurt you he softens and warms to you immediately. Doesnt apologise for the way he has been because this is Michael and he never apologises, but he does remind you why, tells you its all for you.

☘️ Youre not sure you completely believe him there, you know some of it at least is feeding his ego, he wants everything his cousin has and more, but youre happy to let him believe that you believe his lie.

☘️And he does spoil you, youre his wife and so you must have the best, be the most spoilt woman in the room, he buys you the most beautiful dresses, has them made special for you.

☘️ His favourite thing is to buy you jewelery, especially necklaces. He has you stand in front of the mirror and watch whilst he puts it around your neck and fixes the clasp.

☘️ Then he takes the rest of your clothes off one by one, until youre only wearing the necklace, and he fucks you in the mirror, "look at all these pretty things i own," hes talking about you, "my beautoful wife, isnt she good letting me dress her up and fuck her whenever i choose"

☘️ Loves the symbolism of marriage, that youre his property that he owns you and can corrupt you. Likes that youre a well behaved, good girl who does as her husband tells her.

☘️ Kind of enjoys seeing how other men lust after you, enjoys knowing that he really does have the most beautiful woman. If he catches tommy admiring you he is both smug and pleased with himself whilst also pissed off and possesive.

☘️ In other words he has crossed a line and threatened Tommy for admiring you.

☘️ He's arrogant and it gets him into trouble a lot. You spend a lot of time soothing his wounded ego and talking him down from potential fights and bad ideas

☘️ You use sex to distract him a lot, worshipping him and really showering his ego with praise.

#peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders imagine #arthur shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #bonnie gold x reader #Isaiah jesus x ready #john shelby x reader #alfie solomons fanfic

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deadlymagicbeans · 1 year

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May I please request fluffy domestic headcanons for Sparda boys? Just quiet home life with their SO, they deserve it so much :'-)

**Hey Anon! it'd be my pleasure! these boys deserve a long nap and some cuddles as their lives are so chaotic haha. Thanks for requesting this! - Bean**

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil, Nero Domestic Headcanons with their S/O

*Gender neutral pronouns for S/O*

Dante:

Considering he's out for jobs a lot to pay the bills, when on his off days he's very laidback and not wanting to do anything at all. Most of the time he's begging his S/O to come lay with him when they're up and about, He's a cuddle monster and will not let his partner go once he has his grip on them.

Loves the quiet moments he gets. whether him and his S/O be cooking (aka forcing him to save money instead of spending it on pizza much to Dante's whining), laying in bed watching old reruns of corny romance movies with them or just spending the day away doing nothing at all, he cherishes them. He's a very busy man and has seen the horrors from literally hell and back, so for him to spend a day doing nothing and to be around the person he loves the most it gives him a glimpse of a life of normality he craves oh so much.

Wants to wake his S/O up with breakfast in bed, as you know it's what a normal domestic couple would do right? but every time this man sleeps in way past 1pm to the point he gets briefly upset if he finds out his S/O was up before him which spoils his plans. (he's catching up on like 20+ years of sleep, he's knocked out cold.)

Loves to take bubble baths, it's a luxury he didn't have until he had his shop (and when his water bill is paid), but only saves them for times when he can share them with his S/O and cause you know water ain't cheap?

Overall he loves the quiet home life him and his S/O have when life isn't constantly trying to throw deadly demonic curveballs at him but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Vergil:

Relaxing? Vergil? no chance, this man is always up and ready to pounce whenever the next threat or fool tries to challenge him. But with a S/O he will calm down just a tiny bit but still always on high guard.

When he's truly comfortable, he seeks to be alone. but the only exception he'll accept is with his S/O, Most of the time it's him sat reading a book with his S/O fast asleep hugging him.

He has a stash like Dante. but this time it's books, piles and piles of Books. You won't find him reading any romance novels anytime soon though as he finds them in his own words "Distasteful".

He isn't the best at a normal domestic life as he's pretty much never had one up until now. The concept of a "day off" is absurd to him, there must be no time off in the seek for greater power... but that can wait for a few hours while he stuck to the bed by his S/O's demanding cuddles (get this man to sleep, he needs it).

He would never say it out loud but he secretly loves to spend time with his S/O alone in those peaceful moments, gives him a small life outside his normal life (if you could call it normal). Heck even over time he might open up to his partner more and more with his physical touch and life. (only alone that is, if anyone else comes in *Cough* Dante *Cough*, Vergil immediately is back to his normal standoffish self)

Nero:

Nero is the only Sparda family member with the most normal balance of hunting and home life than the other two, so overall Nero spends the most amount of time in his off time with his S/O. but it still isn't that much.

Wouldn't confess it it publicly but he loves the closeness of domestic life, too others it may seem mundane but to Nero? it's the closest he'll ever get to a normal life and he'd be damn sure nobody will interrupt it.

Loves doing stuff for his S/O, like cooking (also i see Nero being the only one not to burn down a building by just turning a oven on), chores etc. his outward appearance may him him grumble but this man will want any chance to be around his S/O more.

Nero loves to cuddle or do anything that involves the chance too, sleeping? yes, watching a new series together? also a yes. but ever try to bring it up in front of anyone else and he'll deny any of that happened (Everyone knows he's lying).

Doesn't have a "stash" like the other two but loves video games, he has a small collection of games he personally enjoys but unlike the others Nero is willing to let his S/O play a game or two while he watches them. He thinks it's cute to watch them rage at a boss fight, just don't get him to do it because if he finds it hard then he might have to buy a new remote.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc5 #dmc nero #nero #vergil #dmc vergil #dante #dmc dante #fanfiction requests #fanfiction #headcanon #domestic life #fluff #open requests #nero x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader

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teddybeirin · 1 year

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hello and welcome to: begging for help for me and my cat, the threest 🎊

now with CAT TREATS!! the first and second posts in the line have died, and we are still a long ways away from getting safe housing for us & our cat!

our name is Teddy & we've been trapped in an abusive household for the entire 21 (soon to be 22) years of our life! I need help getting me & our cat safely out of here as soon as possible, cuz things have continued to get worse & in the past few months we've made so much progress but that progress has come with escalating harm done to us (and Baby) by our family.

the gfm has more details, & I'm going to update it when I can.

I've been eating a whole lot of not so good (read: spoiled and/or unsanitary) food cuz that's basically all my family will allow me to eat on a regular basis, have been running on empty, & have been paying the price for not being able to keep up with what family demands of me. I got permission to go out and get a regular job, but after that was given our family has spent a lot of time flip-flopping between trying to intimidate us out of leaving the house & trying to manipulate us with promises of change, so things have been going slower than snails.

If you have the means, please donate to help us get to safety!!

but besides donating to the gfm, there's other ways you can help us out! we do artwork, which you can commission us for (ooooo)

and there is of course reblogging this post, retweetening its poor tweet companion on the currently-burning-down tweeter, sharing this gfm anywhere else you like if you have other places you feel so inclined to link to it from.... and!!!! most importantly!!!

now YOU can give our cat even more than she already has

I've set up a wishlist of not-essentials, stuff that's to add on to what Baby already has to make the hell house we live in as comfortable as it can possibly be (when you live with a bunch of awful people who want to hurt you), to enable anyone who would wish to do so to have the joy of giving Baby things she will love.

a couple of things on here are things I'm planning to buy later on but put on there in case anyone wants to help me get them early to get her used to them before moving time finally comes (like a new carrier since my family holds anything I'd need to take her out hostage)

I will post updates with Baby's responses to her new gifts from generous internet peoples should she get any. i still can't share pictures of stuff that could get us in more danger if this ever by some horrible turn happened across our abusers, but my promise of Baby pictures when we're out and safe still stands.

PS: I heard you people like useless checkmarks. I've got one that's even more useless for you:

it's heart shaped because you're a Verified Reason To Believe In Humanity for any amount of help you give to get me & my Baby to a safe place. i am still so amazed that this has gotten as far as it has, even as far as we still are from finally having a good place to live in, i never thought i'd ever come this close to having safety, days and nights with no fear, access to good food and everything i've been denied for this long, all of this wouldn't be in the realm of possibility were it not for the kindness and generosity and warmth that you all have shown us so far. im feeling truly hopeful in ways i never thought i could feel. words cannot express the gratitude i have for you all!! 🧸

#cassia times

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 5

Characters: Epel Felmier, Ace Trappola, Riddle Rosehearts

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, death, obsession, possessiveness, murder, unhealthy relationship

Oh glorious day!

Epels eyes have been blessed, his soul purified, his mind now as calm as the sea

He never thought that he would be fortunate enough just feeling your presence (aka us playing the game)

But then! THEN! You descended and are now proposing to some dead spoiled princess

After that first minute of pure awe and joy fades he notices something

Wait, you are proposing... BUT NOT TO HIM

NU-UH! Not happening

Like the poisoned apple he is supposed to represent he whispers to you that you are not the right person for this job, poisoning your mind

For his defense, you really aren't the right person for this kind of thing

You are after all the Overseer, his God!

But he can't say this because... well... the Shaftlands isn't exactly fond of his view on you

BUT if he would have had a say in this then he would steal one of Vils more special poisons, lock you in a glass cofin and hide you so that only he could see you

You just look so... so perfect that he doesn't want this moment to fade

But didn't you worry, he wouldn't dare to kill you, just make you sleep for a very long time

But for now he can only cry on the inside and save his dorm leader (without laughing about the handprint on his cheek)

Uh, maybe give him a hug after this? So he doesn't go through with his plan? Just do it! I can already see him roughly guessing how big the coffin has to be and where he can get a glass one without looking sus!

Oh no, he isn't mad

Just disappointed!

How could you have done this to him??!

But not only disappointed in you ofc

Crowley was like, oh, there are as good as no students left! Let's just sent the fu... (remembers that minors read this) *ahem* the Overseer

Now, Ace is no Queen but only a small student in Heartlabyul, a small card solider if you need another comparison

And then you stumbled like Alice into his world, out of nowhere

Of course, unlike the card soldiers back then he already knows you

Who wouldn't? From the righteous rule over the Queendom to the many legends told all around the world

You were even a God in some places!

Not going to lie, he was intimidated the first time he met you

But you were just so kind and he couldn't believe that you weren't some haughty person

And now there is no way he would give you up to some princess

He believes that he and you are made for each other

And if you are to become his homecountries official highness like they were aiming to then he would happily follow your every command and chop the heads off of those who would dare to oppose you

But he would not let you do one thing and that was this. You belonged to him! Not her! Not anyone else! Only him!

Oh no, that princess will get the death glare of her life

You know how angry he can get

Especially if it's against something from the Queen of hearts or you

And now you, yes you heard right, you need to bend to some spoiled ghosts wishes so that someone doesn't have to die

He would love to just use off with your head but the look you gave him told him not to do that

I mean, it's just a fake proposal so what could be so bad about that right? Right??! *Sighs*

Riddles nerves just dying from pure anger, that could be the bad thing

It's a miracle that he doesn't just storm off to the castle with a flamingo in hand, striking guards with it left and right (those beaks have to be hard and also: the poor flamingo)

But he keeps himself together

If you two have to go to that wedding and propose then he shall make her see that you are meant with him

That red suit of his? It weirdly matches your clothing

And also, you two look like a could, e who gets married now!

Riddle can now die as a happy man

This is more than anything he could ever dream of

If only he could be the only one who could see you like this

He will allow this, for now, but at your wedding with him there will be no fourth pair of eyes (the one marrying you two has to bet there as well after all) and if there is a fifth? Well, not for long.

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child-of-the-nights · 1 year

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Celebrating Christmas With the Volturi Kings

A/N: I am writing this as I enjoy my dinner on Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas everyone! (I would also like to note that I was heavily inspired by the posts of @volterran-wine.)

Warnings: None

Reader Is Gender Neutral~

Aro Volturi:

Aro is probably the most excited out of the kings. Why? Because he loves giving gifts to his family. And since his mate is celebrating Christmas with them, this is an opportunity to spoil them rotten.

The king spends a fair part of the day getting the gifts ready. Don't get me wrong, he could absolutely ask anyone to do it for him but he believes it's more personal to do it himself.

His ability surely helps him in deciding what to get. Don't forget that vampires can remember everything, so he definitely remembers all of his mate's thoughts. They looked at something on amazon and thought "Wow, I really want this.", then saved it and totally forgot about it later? Don't worry, Aro has got them covered. He already bought it and wrote them the most detailed love letter ever.

Now, Aro really wants to have a day off but if something urgent happens, he has to be away. Thankfully it's quite rare that he has work on Christmas.

So, when he has time, he takes his mate out. Whether they want to go to a luxurious restaurant, ice skating or just having fun in the snow, he will spend every minute with them. Although, he would prefer if they chose an activity that won't really make him seem unprofessional. He has a reputation to keep up after all.

Once the two of them get back from their date, he gathers the entire family and sits them down around a Christmas tree. He either lets Marcus play on the piano as the the rest of the family listens or invites him to chat with them (usually both).

As everyone probably guessed it, Aro invites his mate to a dance. Not just them, in fact, but the entire family. He would also love if his mate danced with the others as well. Nothing makes him happier than seeing them getting along with his family.

After the chatting and dancing, everyone starts giving gifts. The rest of the night is filled with laughs and smiles as everyone talks about the gifts they got.

Caius Volturi:

Caius is the type of person who just goes along with everyone's plans during Christmas. He loves being with his loved ones but doesn't necessarily enjoy having to buy gifts.

Don't get me wrong, he absolutely loves to give his mate anything they would like. What Caius likes about Christmas, however, is the fact that he gets to be vulnerable with his family for an entire night. Christmas is about the warmth of love for him, not about competing who bought the most expensive gift.

So he would most likely want to relax in the castle with his mate (and possibly some members of the family). He wouldn't say no to others joining but if his mate would like to be alone with him, he's totally fine with that.

Caius would tell them stories of how his family celebrated Christmas in the past. He even shows them paintings he's done about various celebrations throughout history.

I think he would quite enjoy watching a Christmas movie with his mate. Especially if it is about the importance of family and friends.

As Caius is usually on the go, Christmas time is when he can relax. Or at least what he calls relaxing. His plans usually get thrown out the window as soon as he can hear Aro's voice in the distance though. His mate should be ready to get dragged somewhere; I heard that Volterra looks quite nice with Christmas lights.

Once everyone is back in the castle, Caius can finally enjoy Christmas as he wants to. While Marcus plays on the piano, he slides over to his mate and takes their hand in his. When Marcus finishes, he turns to them and gives them a kiss.

Caius gifts his mate a new Christmas painting portraying the family, including them. This is his way of officially inviting them to be a part of his family.

Marcus Volturi:

Much like Caius, Marcus enjoys being with his family rather than giving gifts.

I feel like he would spend a part of the day away from his mate to honor Didyme. Maybe he goes to her memorial and pays his respect.

After that though, he joins his mate in their Christmas activities. He would appreciate activities around the castle rather than having to go out.

When he gets to be alone with them, he introduces the family's traditions to the mate. He talks about how he always plays a few pieces on the piano while the rest of the family listens; and he gives them a warning about Aro's habit of dancing with everyone.

He asks their mate how they celebrate Christmas. Whether they like a big event or just a small one with only their close relatives and friends?Their favorite songs that get them into the holiday mood? Do they have (or had if they were already turned into a vampire) a traditional food they eat on Christmas?

Marcus just really loves when his mate talks about small things that bring them joy. Like small traditions they find nostalgic. It reminds him of someone.

If his mate tries to ask what he will play that night, he just gives them a small smile and shakes his head.

Once the night falls and the family gathers, Marcus begins his performance. His mate might just recognize a few of their favorite pieces being amongst the ones he plays. However, there is a song that wasn't heard by anyone yet but him. He specifically wrote it for his mate or rather how they made him feel. That song made most of the family tear up.

After the celebration is done and they have retreated to their quarters, Marcus asks their opinion on that night and if they liked the song.

#the volturi #the volturi kings #the volturi x reader #aro volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #the volturi kings x reader #aro volturi headcanon #caius volturi headcanon #marcus volturi headcanon #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi

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charlie-pippin-faraday · 9 months

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About Jerome’s mum yeah the way Poppy and Jerome talk about her isn’t great and they explicitly state that she wants nothing to with helping their dad even though it clearly means a lot to her kids and that Jerome went to Poppy’s recitals when their mum couldn’t be assed so she’s definitely not the nicest.

[warning: this kind of turned into a long post]

Yeah none of the things anyone ever says about her or the context clues they give about her paint her in a good light. I'm trying to think of anything good Poppy or Jerome ever said about their mother and I'm drawing a blank.

Tbh I'd go as far as to say that she's probably the WORST parent of all the parents ever seen or mentioned. Or at least has the worst relationship with her kid(s). And that's saying something, given what some of these parents are like and some of the things they've done

Let's assess these parents, shall we? I'm gonna go from best to worst (in my opinion, at least)

We never hear any kind of mention of Fabian's or Willow's parents. Amber never once mentions a mother, and Nina's and KT's parents are all deceased, so we're not gonna include them, I'm only touching on the ones I know for sure exist.

Eddie's mom - A lot of this is just me drawing my own conclusions, but there's no way Eddie doesn't have a good relationship with his mother. He never mentions a step-parent, so I'm left to believe that she raised him by herself and it was just the two of them in their house. He got into trouble a lot in school in America but he never implied that caused any issues between him and his mom. He calls her boring at one point during his first date with Patricia but tbh I think that's just him lying to look cool. I think she has the best relationship of any of the parents with their kids, and I have two pieces of evidence for it: 1) Eddie brought his girlfriend across the ocean to meet his mom, who seemingly loved her, and 2) She actively helped Eddie plan a date and even called him (repeatedly) to see how it was going. A teenage boy consulted with his mom on girl problems, and one of two things happened. Either he asked her to help him plan a date/tell him what he should do to woo Patricia and she did, or she offered the date idea unprompted and he took it. That boy loves his mama and she clearly loves him right back. Absolutely none of the other kids are calling their parents and willingly letting them get THAT involved in their love lives like that.

Mara's parents (Francis & Mrs. Jaffray) - We never see them, but we hear about them a number of times, and Mara never says anything bad about them. She appears to be on very good terms with her parents. Despite not sharing their interests/passions/career choices, Mara in my estimation probably looks up to them a lot. They're both professional, gold medal-winning athletes, and I'll bet that's where Mara gets her competitiveness and her drive to be the best at everything. She probably feels a lot of pressure to achieve the same success as they did, and she does mention them being pushy, but it's probably more Mara pressuring herself internally than them pressuring her. Mara says more about her dad than her mom, describing him as normal and a little silly (he apparently dances like SpongeBob lol). Never a bad word about either of them, leading me to believe she has a very good relationship with her parents, though not on the same level as Eddie and his mother.

Alfie's parents (Philip & Marsha Lewis) - We see Alfie's parents once, when they visit the house after the play. And like, they obviously have a pretty good relationship, otherwise they wouldn't even bother visiting. Alfie's mom clearly adores him. And yes, Alfie's dad is very strict and has high expectations, but he never gave any indication that he didn't care. A lot of that comes from his desire to see his son succeed. And Alfie clearly wants his father to be proud of him and tries hard to impress him. I think Alfie's mother probably spoils him, but his dad is very hard on him, and that might have the potential to cause them conflict later in life when Alfie expresses that he doesn't want to go into the family business or even work in that field at all. Alfie describes them as strict and control freaks (his dad being strict in the "I am a businessman and in charge" type of way, and his mom in the "oh that's my baby I won't let anything happen to my baby!!!" type of way imo), but they clearly care a lot, and despite all the pressure Alfie feels from his parents they are definitely on the top end of Anubis parents. (Though tbh it's more Alfie's mom than dad that gets them this high on the list.) And since we know nothing about Fabian's dad, I think I can officially declare that Alfie has the best relationship with his dad out of all the boys in Anubis House, despite how strict he is and the potential conflict they could have.

Mick's and Joy's moms - I'm lumping these two here together because both of them are mentioned maybe once in passing and nothing is ever said about either of them. I know that they exist, and that's it. I know nothing about them or their relationships with their respective kids. So I have to assume that as moms they are just Fine, otherwise Joy and Mick would have talked about them more. And tbh I have nothing else to say about them, so moving on.

Amber's dad - Amber's dad feels like the classic "I don't know what to do with my child or how to connect with them so I'll just buy them everything" type of rich parent. Do they have a strong relationship? I wouldn't say particularly so, probably. But it's not a bad one. The main knock on him is that he doesn't have a lot of faith in her to achieve things in her life and probably doesn't think she's very smart. Does he know his daughter? No, it doesn't look that way. Does he love his daughter? Yes, he never gives any indication that he doesn't. The main thing putting him this high on the list is that Amber seems to adore her dad. She is definitely daddy's little girl. He absolutely spoils her. And she seems to revere him almost, and she believes he has the power to solve almost any kind of problem, which is probably how it went during a good portion of her childhood. He was very worried when he didn't see Amber for awhile while she was trapped in the tank room, and I'm pretty sure part of the reason he let her go to fashion school was concern over her well-being. While they have their tension and certainly their distance, this is definitely a good relationship, for the most part.

Mick's dad (Rory Campbell) - This is the point where we get into the more complex relationships. Mick's still got a good relationship with his dad, but it feels a lot more strained compared to the relationships above just because of the vibes I got while watching. Like Alfie's dad, Mick's dad is very hard on him. They're both rich and important and expect a lot. I think the main difference is that Alfie's dad was more like "I want you to take advantage of your potential so that you can succeed" but he's less particular about what success looks like. I don't believe he ever explicitly stated that he wanted Alfie to follow in his footsteps or take a particular path, it felt more vague and he would likely be more flexible with Alfie's future. Mick's dad, on the other hand, had a VERY particular plan in place that he expected Mick not to veer from, and seemed disappointed when Mick expressed that he wanted to do something else. And tbh one of the bigger transgressions in my mind is that he doesn't listen to Mick, and he doesn't take him seriously. It takes Mara's convincing to get him on board with the exact same things Mick was trying to tell him, and tbh that doesn't sit right with me. He doesn't seem to have a lot of belief in his son, and there also seems to be a fundamental misunderstanding of his son if he doesn't know that he's very talented at sports and not skilled at math and science and is pushing so hard for him to be a doctor specifically and not veer from the "plan" they probably made when he was like eight. Mick expresses a lot of frustration with his dad, both during this incident and when they're taking him out of school to Australia. Another difference between Alfie and Mick: Alfie is actively trying to impress his dad. Mick feels that he's already disappointed his. I imagine the frustration decreased a lot when his dad finally accepted his son's ambitions. So overall I'd say this is a mostly good relationship, and his dad definitely cares about him, but there is tension here that I can FEEL.

Jerome's dad (John Clarke) - I'm gonna have to do the cliffsnotes version of this one, since we got basically a whole season touching on this particular relationship. They didn't make it super clear when exactly he went to prison, but there was definitely a good amount of time where he was at home with the family. Poppy said she barely remembers him, so it couldn't have been THAT long, but it was long enough for Jerome to collect a substantial amount of memories, and none of them were good. Before he went to prison, it feels like John was a pretty crappy father. And not only did his parents put Jerome in boarding school at age 5, essentially abandoning him, but it seems like being at home was awful too. So Jerome had to deal with his dad being a terrible father during probably about the first five years of his life, but he also had to deal with the trauma of his dad leaving them and disappearing. Jerome held onto that resentment for a very long time, as is warranted. And yes, John was a bad dad and disappeared on his kids, but when season 2 rolled around he truly did have a change of heart and wanted to make amends, which is the only thing keeping him from being lower on this list. You can't erase the years of bad treatment and subsequent abandonment, but he looks to have recognized that he did wrong and wants to fix them and be better moving forward, which is more than can be said for some of the parents on this list.

Patricia's parents - First of all, regardless of whether or not they are good or bad parents, it feels very clear to me that Patricia HATES her parents. And since this list is about 75% relationship with their kids and 25% how good of a parent they are, that jettisoned Patricia's parents almost all the way to the end. I'd be willing to bet that they are almost always at odds with Patricia, and that, since she's a handful, they just don't know what to do with her. And they either don't believe her, downplay her concerns, or are convinced she's always making things up for attention (probably a combination of all), because they essentially brush off Patricia's concerns when she calls them after Joy's disappearance, thinking she's talking crazy. Patricia never says her parents were BAD to her, necessarily, but I don't ever remember her saying anything good about them. Just about everything she says in reference to her parents is a negative light. Probably the biggest knock on her parents is their very obvious favoritism of Piper, whom it sounds like they raised as the golden child. They gave her all the attention, put a lot of their time and energy into her music career, and left Patricia feeling very much like the least-favorite daughter. And you know that just has to hurt like hell and also make her so very mad. She obviously still has a relationship with them, since she threatens to call their father on Piper when she ditches music school, but it's clearly not a good relationship, and she definitely doesn't LIKE them or feel respected by them. So I wouldn't say they're bad parents, but they give their daughters unequal treatment and an unequal amount of love, and tbh that's a pretty shitty thing to do. Atrocious relationship with Patricia.

Mr. Sweet - Being the right hand man of the immortality cult was already bad. And then we learned this man abandoned his son on the other side of the ocean for 16 years. My personal hatred of Mr. Sweet might bleed into this a little, but tbh I don't care. It's never made clear when exactly Mr. Sweet left Eddie and his mother, whether he left before Eddie was born or stuck around for a little bit after. If he did, he didn't stick around long, because Eddie didn't know him and he didn’t know Eddie. (Which is arguably better than Jerome where he had bad memories of his father instead of none at all?) It's also unclear what his relationship with Eddie's mother was like, whether they were married (possible but doubtful, given her different last name), or planning to build a life together, if he left without warning or had some kind of excuse for going back, if they were on good terms when he did, and also what his relationship with her is like now. (Also we don't know what he was doing in America, or when and why he decided to reach back out to Eddie and how exactly that all happened, but that's for a different post.) Either way, Eddie grew up without any kind of a father, and depending on what his mother told him, he could've hated the guy, ached to meet him, resented him, and probably every single emotion you can think of. And it undoubtedly led to a lack of trust and feeling unwanted. Not to mention that once Eddie DOES come into his life he has no clue how to be a father, and he's a pretty crap one, especially at first. On repeated occasions he acts like he hates Eddie, says he's disappointed in him (ex. the conversation in Eddie's room that Patricia overhears), and doesn't approve of him or his actions, which is not the best way to connect with your son or help him feel good (and he wonders why Eddie doesn't want to call him dad). Oh, and there's the whole "constantly putting his friends in danger" thing. And being on team evil. The ONLY saving grace here is that by the end Sweet is ACTIVELY trying to build a relationship and be a dad (I'd argue he never really succeeds at the whole being a dad part), and he seems to care and never purposefully tries to put Eddie in danger. But the two of them do not have a good relationship, I would say. And tbh I don't think Eddie should ever forgive him, after all he's done, but that's just my personal opinion.

Joy's dad (Frederick Mercer) - I feel like we sometimes forget just how awful Joy's dad was. Not only was he in the evil immortality club, he willingly used his OWN DAUGHTER for cult activities and ceremonies. Like, he essentially gave her up and said she's cult property now, intending to use her as a pawn. And he kept her locked up and isolated from the world and from her friends for MONTHS. MONTHS!!!!! And for lack of better words he was making her help them kill their friends. Like sir you have traumatized your daughter for LIFE. And it is YOUR FAULT. I have no idea what their relationship was like before all that went down; Patricia seemed to indicate that he was a pleasant guy, and even while she was locked up Joy was convinced that her dad was doing this because the others were "making him," bless her heart. Before all that, they probably had an okay, normal relationship. But tbh, none of that matters anymore. I imagine that absolutely shattered Joy's relationship with her dad. I can only imagine the heartbreak and hurt and betrayal she must've felt, especially if indeed they'd had a good relationship before, and now she probably won't ever trust him again. At one point Joy says she's trying to work on her relationship with her father, which is more than he deserves tbh. This relationship is absolutely not a good one anymore, and it may even be irreparable. The literal only thing saving him is that he at least ACTED like he cared. He repeatedly calls her darling and princess during his appearances onscreen, and he tries to assure her it'll be okay. At the very least, he cares, even if he cares in the wrong way.

And now, last and certainly least, we come to Jerome's mom. "But Liz," you say, "you're rating her worse than the two parents who were literally in the immortality club?!" Yes, and here's why.

We don't see her at ALL, but what we do hear about her paints an ugly, ugly picture. And what makes her the worst is that she does not care and does not even ATTEMPT to care. Alfie's and Mick's dads have high expectations and are hard on their kids, but they both show that they care. Amber's dad doubts her but loves her and protects her. Patricia's parents certainly have the ability to care, even if they need to reallocate their resources to BOTH daughters. Eddie's dad and Jerome's own dad, throughout all their transgressions, expressed interest in mending and building relationships with their kids. Even Joy's dad seemed to care.

Joan Clarke does not care. You said so yourself up there, anon: she refuses to help her kids with their dad in prison and never attended any of Poppy's recitals. And she sent Jerome off to boarding school at age five and left him there to rot, in Jerome's words. Throughout the entire show, I can't recall Jerome ever once saying one good thing about his mother. And he implied that his home life is bad and doesn't go home a lot, which would all be her fault, since she's the only parent there. Based on Jerome's comments and context clues, she just sounds like an unpleasant woman all around. I said this in the tags of the post that inspired this ask, and I'll say it here: I'm pretty sure Alfie has met Jerome's mom, based on clues (and if he hasn't met her, he's met her in my headcanons). In the episode with Alfie's parents, he says to Jerome "yours are WAY worse" when discussing parents, implying that he's met them. But as John Clarke is in prison and Alfie doesn't know anything about him, and also because he's definitely been gone since before Jerome and Alfie met, there's no way Alfie's met his dad. Which means he's only met Jerome's mom, and the comment was just about his mom. And if Alfie's saying it like that, you know she cannot be a pleasant lady. I'm trying to think of any redeeming things Jerome ever says about his mom, but it's difficult. Alfie makes a joke in s1 while they're "contacting Joy's spirit" that Jerome once stole Mrs. Andrews' scarf and snuggled in bed with it because he was missing his mom, but that's about it. Yes, she was technically there for her kids (unlike some of the dads on this list), but it sounds like she wasn't really there mentally. She made it clear to her kids that she doesn't care and doesn't seem to be making any effort. So if I'm Jerome, I'm going home almost never so I have to see her as little as possible [I have a headcanon that Jerome never goes home for Christmas and in fact starts going to Alfie's house for Christmas]. Because not only does he have a bad relationship with her, he has practically no relationship at all.

So, in conclusion it may be a controversial opinion, but I truly believe Jerome's mom is the worst of the parents. In their relationships with their kids, at least.

#sry anon this went in a slightly different direction to your original ask #but i had a good time going in depth with this #even though it took me FOREVER #anon #asks #house of anubis #eddie miller #mara jaffray #alfie lewis #mick campbell #joy mercer #amber millington #jerome clarke #patricia williamson

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I've been chewing on this Astarion/Player Character relationship dynamic that exists in my head a little

(but I'm sorry to inform you that I named her 'Uggie' at character creation)

Basically I had every intention of writing a whole thing but right now it's just this bit followed by two totally disjointed scenes. Maybe I'll be back to work on it when some external work is done.

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Uggie relented eventually, as Astarion had known she must.

She was the kind of person who could be easily persuaded as to the advantages of sitting perfectly still under a tree and focusing on '''inner balance''' for seven hours without even a break to piss, but who could not be tempted out to a party for love or money.

While Astarion liked to think of himself as a manipulator of the highest order, he also knew that he had exactly one, totally foolproof, silver-bullet fallback tactic, and he used it now to convince his dear... darling... much beloved... something-or-other to come out with him.

He took his clothes off and just kind of assumed that all Uggie's grey matter would leak out her ears and he'd be able to persuade her to do anything he wanted while he was getting dressed again.

Like he said. Foolproof.

"Of course you don't have to come, darling," he said, pulling his shirt off like it was a prerequisite for digging through his wardrobe in his windowless bedroom. "Although you're welcome. I just need to borrow your eyes while I get ready."

"I don't have your aesthetic taste," she said, watching him throw his extremely expensive clothing around and then strip, fast and businesslike about it. She was standing, touching nothing, in his bedroom, arms crossed, leaning all her weight upon one hip. Her face was cynical. "You might not like what I think looks good."

Uggie's eyes were one of her best features, if you asked Astarion (nobody had). Their burning orange was striking, although it could attract unwelcome attention from... erm, really anyone who'd ever met a Lolth-sworn drow before.

Right now, those eyes were hot on his bare skin. All according to plan, then.

"Unless you've developed a mystical technique to make me visible in the mirror within the last five minutes, your aesthetic sensibilities — defective or otherwise — will have to do. Sit, I won't be a moment."

"What is this... event, again?" she wondered, perching on the edge of his bed. It was huge and dramatic, made up all in black with costly gold embroidery. There were wispy black curtains that veiled its edges. Even when they were drawn, they hid little.

He and Uggie were both mostly nocturnal creatures, and certainly occasional bedmates, but the unmitigated luxury of an enormous featherbed all for himself had been too great a temptation for Astarion to resist. Besides, the sprawling house they shared in the upper town was four storeys high and big enough that they could have slept in a different room every night for a year without repeating one.

Astarion had entered the housing fight on the side of hedonism, and he'd fought dirty, as he always did. Uggie wouldn't have even had a house, if the paperwork had proven too hard. And it would have, to her. She'd have given up when faced with the need to hire a conveyancer and gone to live naked in the woods or something.

Instead, they had the house. And he spent the spoils of their many dangerous and filthy adventures on dramatic clothes and sumptuous furnishings and fine wine that he could barely even stomach. Uggie never complained. In material terms, she was a simple thing: she wanted a warm spot to curl up in like a cat, and good food to give her friends when they each fetched up from their disparate corners of Feyrun. Everything else, he could manage with whatever degree of extravagance suited him.

"It's a soiree," he pronounced it with a sharp and mocking edge, quoting, "to celebrate the end of the Lady Rosamond's third marriage." The invitation said it was for her friends to enjoy the talents of a local acrobatic troupe — an intimate little party of, oh, forty or so. She was already on the hunt for spouse number four, it seemed. Or else perhaps a fling for the season. Who could say.

"Charming," murmured Uggie. She sounded cynical but she was watching him wiggle into his new trousers very intently.

The leather trousers were so tight that if Astarion's body composition had changed by a kilogram, he'd have had to take them back to the tailor. He'd be the first to admit that vampirism did come with a few tiny little advantages. Not many. But some.

"Do you need help with that?" Uggie wondered. "...Cornflour, perhaps?"

"No, thank you," he assured her primly. But she bit her lip, and he watched it from the corner of his eye. How gratifying. "Do you think the red shirt, or the white?"

"I'm partial to the white. You're dressing to impress, I see," she mused.

Of course she was partial to the white one.

The white shirt was the wrong choice, objectively. His entire body was the white of sun-bleached bones, and the pale shirt would only make him look more pallid than ever. But he well knew how exotic that still seemed to her — a fully grown elf, pale like an etoliated plant struggling in the Underdark.

She liked it when he looked... vulnerable.

Astarion threw the red shirt back in the closet and went with the wrong choice. He wasn't above indulging her. And he didn't look bad in white. He had it on really excellent authority that he didn't look bad in anything.

"I always dress to impress. I can't help it — I'm impressive."

Once the shirt was on, he touched his hair, gently, trying to discern how it was falling without the help of a reflection. He had plenty of practice, but it never seemed to get much easier. Once upon a time, "artfully dishevelled" had been a choice.

"Come here," Uggie commanded.

He came to stand before her at the foot of the bed, barefoot and half dressed between her thighs, close enough that there was barely an inch between them.

An awareness of hunger hung in the air between them, like smoke in a drawing room.

Uggie held his gaze and imperiously pointed down to the ground. Obediently, he sank to his knees on the thick rug.

She teased apart the tumbling waves of his pale hair with fingers so deft he almost couldn't feel it. Almost. He'd seen her stare a man in the face and slowly bend his arm until the elbow snapped with those same fingers, but her tugging on his scalp was shockingly gentle. She was warm, too. This close, with his breath on the hem of her linen undershirt, he could feel the living warmth radiating out from her skin.

"I'm sure the crowds of Lady Rosamond's admirers will appreciate all the effort you're putting forward," she offered neutrally. "There. Your hair looks — as it usually does."

"Flawless, then." He rocked back to his feet, sending her pale hair fluttering around her ears in the disturbed air.

"Yes," she agreed placidly. Her deft fingers traced the laces of his trousers. "Always."

She said it like it wasn't flattery, or even a concession to the fickle demand of his ego. Placid, matter of fact.

Yes. Flawless. Always.

Ugh. He hadn't even meant it seriously, flippant even as it rolled off his tongue. But she did. Her sincerity was mortifying.

"I'm sure I'll have my own share of the admirers," he went on, licking his lips as he looked down upon her. For a moment, he thought, Why go out when I could stay in and feed from her? But then he remembered that the whole point of this ploy was that he should get to do both. Perhaps at the same time, even.

"Of course," she agreed.

He smoothed out her collar and trailed his fingers over her neck — over the powerful pulse of her heart — and manfully refrained from lunging in for a taste when she didn't even flinch. He touched her jaw instead, her cheek, her brow bone when she obligingly closed her eyes for him, her nose...

"You know you'd be welcome to come with me," he said, then, touching her mouth and feeling the gently draught of her breath over her soft, dry lips. "I'd like it if you did."

"Why?" she said, unmoving. This was a far cry from her usual response, which was, Thank you for extending the invitation. No. The question meant he'd already won.

"I want you to watch," he admitted.

He could feel her smile as well as see it. The tension in her mouth communicated itself right through his fingertips.

"You want me to watch what? Is there some kind of show?"

"Yes, actually," he said distantly. "Acrobats."

"Mm-hm," she said, and waited.

And waited.

He struggled with it for a moment. Almost gagging on the mortification of admitting it, he went tightly on to say: "Sometimes I want you to watch other people watching me."

Her eyes opened again, just a crack. Their orange burned like an unholy fire.

"You want me to see everyone else admire you," she said slowly, thinking it through. "You want to show off — you want me to show you off, so I can watch you swanning around in front of everyone else. You want to remind me that other people think you're beautiful, too?" Her eyebrows quirked. "Or do you just want to include me in your hobbies?"

She knew him awfully well, didn't she?

He was defensive about it, suddenly. His neck prickled with heat and humiliation, and it turned him savage.

"You don't have to put it light that," he hissed, ruffled like a cat nursing a stepped-on tail. "All I want is to go out to a nice little party and render everyone mentally ill with lust or envy. I don't care which. Is that so much to ask?"

He pulled his hand away from her face.

She caught it, lightning-fast.

Monks, he thought sourly. A rogue always thought he was the deftest man in the room. And then: monks.

She laid a kiss on his knuckles, her mouth midnight-dark against the stark pallor of his hand.

"Alright. I'll come out with you. Watch the show." Her lip caught ever so gently on his skin. "And," she added, glancing up to meet his eyes, "the acrobats, too."

If he'd had enough blood to really blush, his face would have been flaming.

I planned this, he reminded himself. He'd invited her in to watch him undress and dress again, knowing it would make her persuadable. This is a victory.

He just... wasn't used to this route of persuasion, exactly. Usually, when Astarion took his clothes off as a persuasive technique, what followed was not so... fraught and complex.

"Well," he said, watching Uggie cradle his hand. She pressed her thumbs into his palm and drew them up towards his fingers. It was a pleasant pressure. "Well, good."

Astarion felt mollified, but perhaps not victorious, exactly. He couldn't help the nagging sensation that he'd given up more than he'd intended in this exchange, that he'd revealed more than was wise about his motives.

He had this feeling a lot. Every time he opened his mouth, some days.

...But if Astarion had really given something indefinable and vital up to her today, well, he'd given a lot of himself up to a lot of people. At least he knew Uggie'd take good care of it.

#bg3 #my fic #once again tozette is attempting romance #uggie

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princelylove · 4 months

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aahhhHH Your Highness thank you so so much for the request!! i love it so much! i'm starved for those dynamics so much ;-; originally had thought of the reader being his daughter but kept it gender-neutral just in case you wanted some freedom-!

i had a thought of his child being abnormally "obedient" to him? even if she's well-behaved, internally she wants his love and attention for a bit because she's lonely deep down (even if she loves her mother and spends a lot of time with her- maybe a bit too much. hell she's even clingy to both her parents and possibly even got it from her mother.) she'd almost do anything for him-

if he spends more time with her mother, she might tug his hand a bit or hold onto him. she's too shy to admit that she wants his attention too, and it might even hurt her from time to time if he ignores her. though, she's too scared to misbehave and wouldn't even dream of it

also a thought of her saving up a lot of money just to get him an expensive tie.. or anything that fits his taste.

(i hope it's alright to ramble about this i'm not sure if these are alright or not-- ><;)

You’re welcome. It’s fine to ramble, but where’s my praise? It’s rude to not bring a gift when you visit someone.

I should probably edit my rules about the gender specific thing. Some yanderes do treat you differently based on gender, or perceived gender, but I like to keep it vague so no one gets left out. I suppose asking for a gender specific darling is fine if you want to know the differences in how they would treat you, but most yanderes I write for do not have strong opinions, hence me defaulting to gender neutral. Most yanderes. Yoshikage Kira does not fall into that category, so lucky you. There’s also the fact that some people have a thing for misogyny/misandry, and want to see their favorites in that light… My rules definitely need a rework.

Yosikage is grateful that you don’t stray too far. Girls shouldn’t be out and about all day, besides from what’s necessary for their development. It’s fine to go out with your friends, be a silly little girl who enjoys… frivolous activities, but don’t dawdle. It’s unbecoming. He’s raising you to be a lady, not a tramp who stays out past her curfew. (Her curfew being 4pm. 4:30pm if she’s in a club at school.)

But… too clingy is as much of a problem as not being clingy at all. He wants you to become a young lady who can think for herself and make her own split second decisions. If you’re ever in danger and he isn’t there, God forbid you don’t have your phone, you need to be able to react. Of course he’s planned for it, but it’s not like you’re aware that if you take your shirt off then everything close to you is going to go boom.

Yoshikage is grateful that you’d rather stay home and hang out with him, but he needs alone time too. (Especially considering he needs to practice pretending to be your actual father.) I think all yanderes care about having your attention and affection, however you so choose to express it. Yoshikage, however, likes to be left alone- especially at this stage. If he were himself, he’d have a lot more time for you! He’d be raising you properly, without the influence of your mother or brother- who he firmly believes are ruining you.

Kira as a yandere cares mainly about two things: control and possession. He wants you to be a certain way, and he doesn’t want to let go of you. Regardless of the intentions of the relationship, he will always think he knows best, and doesn’t appreciate anyone else’s input on his relationship with you.

His parenting style is authoritarian, while Shinobu tends to be permissive. Yoshikage was coddled by his mother, but he finds that type of parenting ‘bothersome,’ so he looks down on Shinobu’s way of handling you. Kira’s father… it’s a complicated relationship, but Yoshikage does not think highly of him. Yoshikage was spoiled, but he did not grow up to be a brat, in his opinion. (Note: Not the author’s opinion.) He cares greatly about how you will turn out, and often does what he can to get Shinobu away from you. (Even if it means leaning into his mask’s abusive nature.) You really don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Yoshikage’s relationship with Shinobu. Only one of them is in love with the other, and that’s such a recent development that it doesn’t really count. If you really love him, you should be able to tell when he’s faking. Just kidding! He’s one of the best actors in jojo, you won’t be able to tell. (First place being Doppio, second place being Gyro. Crazy list I know but I’m firm on it.) He’s normally exhausted after such a display, but he makes time for you, anyway. He always makes time for you.

#request granted #praying this is cohesive I am lacking in the sleep department lately #yandere yoshikage kira

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squigglebottom · 7 months

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Blood Of My Blood

18+ Minors Stay Away!!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Mention Of Throuple, Dépression, PTSD, Trauma, Panic Attack, Pussy Licking, Pussy Eating, Hand Job, Nipple Sucking, Clit Rubbing, Ass Play, Swearing, Monsters.

Word Count: 4310

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3:

The Night Before:

"Absolutely not!" Eddie said giving Layla a stern look.

"What?"

"There is no way your going back to that place! We barely got out of there the first time there's no way I'm risking that shit again. I won't allow it!"

"So, what am I supposed to do while everyone else is a part of this plan? Lucas and Max are going to try and trap Vecna, Erica is going to keep a look out, you and Dustin are going to distract the monsters, while Robin, Nancy, and Steve are literally going into the lions den to try and kill Vecna. What am I supposed to do while my friends are putting themselves in danger? Just twiddle my thumbs and hope everything goes well?"

Eddie and Layla decided to walk out into the woods behind Steve's house after Eddie demanded Layla was to stay put in front of the gang and stormed out of the door rightfully pissed off. Eddie ran after her to try and calm her down and explain, but she was having none of it.

"Look, I just don't want anything to happen to you..."

"Fine, I get that...but...but what if there are more bats than you two can handle and you need help? If Steve would've gone into the Lover's Lake gate by himself...he'd be dead now. Should I remind you why he's not dead? Because you, Me, Robin, and Nancy all jumped in to save him. What if that type of situation happens again?"

Eddie rubs his eyes and runs his hand through his thick, curly hair.

"Ok...I know what your saying. Yes, the more people we bring in the better our chances. But...there's a good chance that we all may die...and I'll be damned if I'm going to let that happen to you. Your the love of my life and my best friend. I'm not risking it. Especially if there is a chance that I live and you die. I honestly...I...that would be the end for me. I wouldn't want to breathe a single breath without you."

A small tear and a smirk ran across Layla's face.

"Your such a cheeseball, Munson. I get it...it would be the end of me as well if I lost you. But I need to go...there's no way I can just stay here and do nothing. It feels like such a coward douche move. Whether you like it or not, I'm going and you can't stop me."

Layla starts to walk away as Eddie grabs her arm.

"Like fucking hell you are!"

"What are you doing? Get off me!"

"You are not going! You are not dying on me! I won't allow it!"

"You won't allow it?? Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can and can't do? My own parents don't even have that right!"

"Who the fuck am I? I'm your fucking boyfriend! I'm the man who loves the shit out of you, and I made a promise to those parents you don't listen to that I'd keep you safe! You think I don't know they don't like me? That they don't wish I was some pretty boy jock like Steve that could take you out to fancy restaurants, buy you expensive gifts, and dress like some Gap poster boy? That's not who I am..."

"And I don't want you to be..." Layla said through tears.

"...I know that. But they want me to be that! I've put up with a lot of shit for the past 4 years from them and constantly feel like a disappointment. Yet, I have treated you with the respect you deserve, I've never hurt you, and I've loved you harder than anyone. I promised them....and I'm keeping my promise. What would I tell them if I let you get killed?"

Eddie placed both hands on Layla's face as she started to breathe heavily.

"They'd probably think nothing of it...they know no one could ever stop me from doing what I want to. I'm a spoiled brat who always gets her way."

The tension breaks with them both laughing, it was true. Layla always got her way...not because she was spoiled...but she was a stubborn brat who never listened to anyone. It was something that both pissed Eddie off and one of the many things he loved about her.

"Well....you are my Princess."

Eddie placed his lips on hers so gentle and loving. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. Layla always felt so safe in Eddie's arms. No, he wasn't very built but she knew while he held her, nothing bad would ever happen to her.

"We're a team, Eddie. Through thick and thin, no matter what. If one of us goes down, so does the other. Besides, if we are going down...we might as well go down in the most metal way possible. You on your guitar, me on my bass, as the flying demons descend."

With a huge smile, Eddie says "And that's why I love you. No one's more bad ass than my girl."

"So...this could be our last night alive, we should make it special....one for the books."

Eddie looks to the sky with a quizzical look on his face, thinking real hard. He tells Layla to stay put as he runs back to the house to round up some supplies.

Eddie returns with blankets, pillows, beers, and a radio.

"Wow...really rolling out the romantic red carpet there Ed's."

"I am nothing but chivalrous m'lady!"

They laid on the blankets and stared at the stars, talked of life and memories.

"Ok now...don't make fun of me because I know it sounds corny...but..."

"Yeah?" Layla furrowing her brow.

"If this is most likely our last night together....I'd like to go out with a...bang."

Layla stared at Eddie for about 30 seconds before replying "Did you just make a sex joke?"

"Maybe..." Eddie laughed as Layla punched his arm "...for fuck's sake ow! Sorry I got nervous and it came out. What I'm trying to say is...I want us to have one last time, but I don't want it to be just another hump fest. I want to...I want us to make love."

"Really? Like all slow and sweet and otherworldly?"

"Ok stop making fun of me I already feel weird asking, like I'm trying to get a new toy or something."

"Oh so I'm a toy now? I'm only here for your personal amusement?"

"Fine forget it!" Eddie starts to get up but Layla grabs to his shirt and pulls him back down to the ground and sits on top of him.

"Lighten up, Munson. I was just fucking with you! Well...not yet I'm not."

Layla leans down to kiss Eddie. Slow and sweet, pulling him up by his neck. Her hands run through his curly mane as he sits up wrapping his arms around her waist. Eddie starts kissing her neck, pulling her shirt down her shoulder. His hands move down to her lower back as he catches her shirt and raises it over her head. Layla wasn't wearing a bra despite her large breasts, something that Eddie never had a problem with. He often grumbled when she would put one on saying there was no need for it. The crisp, cold air ran across Layla's nipples and hardened them. Eddie slipped off his shirt as he held Layla close as possible to kiss her more. He gently flipped her over so she was laying on her back. He took a moment to step back and admire her.

"My god, you truly are so beautiful. I don't know how I ended up with you."

"Just lucky I guess." Layla laughed as well as Eddie. Eddie placed his lips on hers as he began to caress her breasts with his right hand. He quickly grabbed hold of her erect nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Layla's head leaned back as she moaned, she liked when Eddie got rough. His now free right hand moved down to unbutton her pants and slid under her panties, his fingers circled around her clit. Eddie removed Layla's jeans and panties.

"I need to taste you, Princess."

He planted kisses all over Layla's stomach, inner thighs, and then down to her pink, wet pussy. Eddie licked her soft lips then started sucking her clit. Spreading her legs, he licked the bottom of her opening and curled up his tongue.

"Oh fuck Eddie...keep going! Get that tongue right up inside my pussy. Taste my sweet cunt."

Eddie devoured her as if it was his last meal.

"You want me to use my fingers so you can get ready for this big cock, sweetheart?"

"Mmmm....yes baby."

"Baby? Oh we can do better than that. You know what to call me."

"Daddy?"

"Hell yah. And your my dirty little girl aren't you? Look at this wanton slut just letting Daddy take advantage of her in the woods."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm your slutty little girl. You can fuck me whenever you want. I'm all yours."

Eddie fingered Layla faster and faster before he stopped and said, "Well it seems like my little lady is ready. You want this big cock now? Want it to stretch that tiny pussy?"

"Yes, Daddy...I'm aching for you...please give me that big, juicy cock."

Eddie undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal his massively hard cock. No matter how many times Layla had seen it, she always gasped at the sight of it. He grabbed hold and guided his cock inside of Layla's pussy, it was tight yet a perfect fit. As Eddie began to plunge further inside of Layla, he whipped his head back letting out a deep moan feeling absolute, unbridled pleasure. He grabbed her cheek and kissed her intensely. Their motions quickened as they stared into each others eyes.

"How's it feel having Daddy's huge cock inside you? Can you feel it stretching you? Going in and out slowly?"

"Yes Daddy! Go faster! Go as deep as you can. I want to feel every inch of you."

"Deeper huh? Well I can get deeper if you flip over and put that juicy ass up in the air for me."

Layla flipped around, chest on the ground, ass in the air. Eddie smacked her ass before diving back in. He grabbed her hips tightly, pounding harder and harder with each thrust. Their moans were getting louder, they were sure everyone could hear them but didn't care. This could be their last night together, this could be their last time ever making love...they weren't going to worry about being embarrassed that others could hear. Eddie picked up the pace as Layla came and let out a loud scream.

"Oh fuck ya...did my beautiful Princess just come all over Daddy's cock? Your so warm and soft like my dicks on a bed of clouds."

Eddie leaned her up as he demanded she sucked on his long fingers.

"Get it nice and wet, sweetheart."

He then inserted that same finger into her ass.

"Oh shit! Omg Eddie, you keep doing that and I'll come again."

"Of course you will! You think I'd let you go only coming once? Not my baby."

After working on her tight hole, Eddie pulled Layla closer to him so her back was touching his chest. He played with her clit more with one hand and wrapped his hand over her neck with other.

"Squeeze tighter..."

"You want me to choke you?"

"Fuck yes...I need to feel those strong hands around my neck, leaving prints around it for everyone to see!"

"My my is Daddy's Princess a kinky little girl?"

"Oh fuck yes Daddy!"

Eddie could feel he was about to come, he put his arms under Laylas and placed his hands on her shoulders. She was pulled back so close to his chest that she could lay her head back and look up at him.

"You know I love you so much, baby. I don't ever want to lose you. Say you'll always be with me."

"I'll always be with you, Eddie. I'll never leave you."

"I'm about to come baby, just a little more."

Just then, Layla realised they were missing something they usually had.

"Eddie! We didn't put on a condom. You need to pull out first."

"Oh fuck that! I'm coming inside of you I don't care anymore. We might die tomorrow...so it doesn't really matter does it?"

"No...I guess not."

"And if I got you pregnant, I'd be so damn happy. Knowing you got a little Munson in that oven. Id be the luckiest man in the world."

Layla slowed down and looked straight up at Eddie.

"Are you serious? You'd want to have a baby with me? Kids were never really on my radar, but I kinda like the idea of it....if it's with you."

"I'm completely serious, love. Nothing would make me happier."

They picked the pace back up and kissed so passionately.

Eddie came inside Layla, then they slumped backwards and landed on the blanket.

"You are so fucking amazing. I never want to lose you. If you died, there would be no point to life. Your everything to me." Eddie's eyes filled with worry and tears.

"I'm scared we may never get the life we wanted. Our own place, settling down, watching you walk around the house barefoot and pregnant. If we both make it out alive...I'm marrying the hell out of you, Layla."

Her eyes lit up, "You wanna marry me?"

Eddie looked confused, "What? Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

"Wow. First you wanna breed me...now you wanna marry me? Give a girl a moment, Munson, you're making me swoon."

Eddie laughed and kissed Layla hard.

"Well, good thing your already laying down."

Eddie and Layla stayed out on the blanket for another hour before deciding it was way too cold to be out there any longer. Eddie carried her in, laughing along the way. It was an absolute perfect night. One last night to enjoy together, before reality sinks in and the journey to the Upside Down begins.

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Through every forest

Above the trees

Within my stomach

Scraped off my knees

I drink the honey

Inside your hive

You are the reason I stay alive.

-Closer, Nine Inch Nails

"Explain again why we are here, Steve?"

Layla asked as she looked annoyed and nervous. Everyone in the waiting room was staring at her. They all knew she was Eddie Munson's girlfriend and figured she'd know where he was. Looks of confusion came across their faces as to what she was doing here...and why she was with Steve Harrington.

"Because Lays...you've been getting sick for days and it's not anything you've eaten since you don't eat hardly at all."

"It could be a bug and I could infect all these people, Steve! That's just damn irresponsible."

"You don't have a damn bug! If you did, we'd all have caught it. Especially me."

"Oh? Why especially you Steve?" Layla smirked.

"You know damn well why bad girl." Steve whispered.

"Layla Riley?"

Everyone turned around at the same time to look at her and watched as she went with the Doctor. Steve followed her in as a support system for whatever the news would be.

"Ok, Layla what brings you in here?" The doctor asked.

"I don't know why I'm here...I feel perfectly fine...he made me come."

"That's not true...I mean it is true I made her come...but it's because she's been throwing up for days, Doc. We don't know what's wrong with her. It's nothing she ate because she's on a diet of soup and crackers since she refuses to eat..."

"Why are you refusing to eat?" The doctor interrupts.

"And I want to hear it from Layla this time."

Layla stared at the doctor for a bit until she took a deep breath and explained. "I lost my boyfriend...he died during the earthquake. I haven't been feeling like myself since I've been so...so distraught from him dying."

"Ah...so grief. That's perfectly natural, has he been helping you out?" She points to Steve.

"Yes, she's been staying with me. I've been trying to help her through everything and get her back on her feet. We both are having a hard time dealing with the loss...he was a good friend of mine...so I figured we can get through this together."

The doctor takes Layla's temperature and performs routine procedures to get her vitals.

"Well...you don't have a fever, your not warm, or clammy. You seem perfectly fine. If you are only having light meals I doubt it's food poisoning and considering your still vertical."

"I told you Steve...I'm fine."

"I assume since Steve is in the room you do not mind if I ask personal questions, do you?"

Steve and Layla made funny looks at each other trying to decide how open they should be with the doctor.

"Yah he's fine staying here. Me, my boyfriend, and umm...Steve here...we had an unusual relationship to which he would...well...join me and my boyfriend in occasional..."

"Stop...it's fine...I get it. You three were intimate?"

"Yes. We were. What personal questions did you have for me?"

"When was your last period?"

Layla sat there straining her brain for that information. She was always cautious about taking her birth control, making sure her and Eddie were always supplied with condoms, and kept regular trackings of her cycle. Yet, these past three weeks have been a blur and something like her period seemed almost trivial.

"I'm actually not sure. I keep track in a planner...but it's at my house and I haven't been there since it...since I lost my boyfriend."

"Makes perfect sense, your dealing with a loss and the person you were sleeping with is no longer with us so I'm sure tracking your cycle was the last thing on your mind. How about this...when did you last have sex?"

This was a question Layla knew for sure. Their last night together was engrained in her mind. She had been thinking about it for weeks. They shared a moment of true passion and love.

"It was three weeks ago...the day before..." Layla stops for a moment, her ears filling with tears. "...it was the night before he died."

"I'm sorry hun. I'd like to administer some tests. Why don't you use the restroom and fill this cup up so we can do a urine sample."

Once she comes back with the sample, the doctor excuses herself and Layla sits anxiously with Steve in the exam room.

"Why would she want your urine?"

Layla makes a quizzical look at Steve.

"Are you messing with me or are you really that thick?

She kept talking about my period, the last time I had sex, and now she wants a urine sample?"

Steve still looked confused.

"Wow dude...it's a good thing your pretty. She must think I'm pregnant!"

"Woah! Pregnant?? Holy shit! Wait...oh my god...could it be mine?"

"God, I hope not. " Layla groans. "We slept with each other over a month ago. I'm pretty sure you didn't even come in me and you wore a condom. Plus, I think if I was over a month pregnant it would be more obvious."

"Oh..well...even if it's not mine...your not going to have to take care of it alone. I promised I'd look after you."

"That's sweet, Harrington but it's not necessary. I can take care of myself."

Steve turns to face Layla directly and grabs her hand.

"No...I mean it...I actually promised I would take care of you. I promised...Eddie."

Layla snapped her head over to look at Steve.

"You what? What are you talking about?"

"The night before we went through the gate...Eddie came back in quickly to grab blankets, snacks, and what not. I asked if you two were ok since you left arguing. He told me you both made up and discussed everything. He said he was gathering up supplies for his lady and that he was going to make it as special as possible since...it might be our last night alive."

Layla furrowed her brow and her lips started to tremble. She had no idea Steve and Eddie even ran into each other while she waited outside let alone had a man to man chat.

"Before he went back out...he stopped...turned around and said if anything happened to him...if he didn't make it...he wanted me to look after you in case he no longer could."

"Oh my god..."

Layla continued to stare at Steve as the doctor came in with the results.

"Sorry for the wait. We were able to get the results from the urine test and what I suspected was the reasoning behind your constant vomiting was confirmed. You are pregnant, Layla. I'm sorry to report that you are indeed three weeks along and the father is your late boyfriend."

Layla felt a rush of anxiety, she felt as if she were underwater and could hear voices talking to her yet couldn't make out what was being said. She froze and stared at the floor. Her heart began to race, her breathing picking up faster and faster.

"No...no....no...."

"Lays? Talk to me...baby say something!"

"Perhaps you should lie down Layla, I believe your having a panic attack."

Layla began shaking as she started to burst out crying and screaming.

"NO!! NOOOOO!! Oh my god! This isn't happening! I can't breathe."

"Lays baby just lie down. Breathe."

She slapped Steve's hand. "Don't touch me!! Get away from me!!"

Steve's face was heartbroken. He was trying to help her but she was refusing.

"I can't breathe! I can't breathe! I got to get out of here! Get me out of here!"

She jumped of the exam table, out the door, and through the waiting room. She stormed out of the doctors office screaming and crying while Steve followed her from behind.

"Layla stop! Baby please just stop!"

She walked down the sidewalk pushing everyone out of her way, not knowing where she was trying to run to. The citizens of Hawkins began to look around at whoever was causing the scene. Fellow students from the high school started to notice it was Layla and followed her.

"Wait a minute! Is that who I think it is? Is that Layla Riley?"

Layla stopped and turned around to face the teens that had been following her. Steve finally caught up with her saying they needed to get in the car and go home.

"Oh my god...it is! That's Layla! That's the freaks girlfriend!"

Steve looked in horror, "Baby...we need to go now. Your attracting too much do attention."

"Fuck that Steve." She whispered before yelling out, "Yah...it's me! The girlfriend of Eddie Munson..the resident freak... the suspected killer of all those poor students! Well...I'm happy to report...that you will no longer need to worry about him...you can call off the dogs...because Eddie...IS DEAD!!"

The townspeople looked around in shock as Layla continued with tears running down her face.

"Yep! He's dead and gone! He died right in front of me!! He was trying to save me...yes me...the only girl who ever loved him. The only girl who looked past the hair, the clothes, the loud music, the crazy demeanour...and saw the boy no one knew. The boy who would do anything for anyone, who had a rough childhood but didn't let it get him down, who took care of and loved his Uncle who was more of a father than his real one, the boy who lived in a fantasy world, the boy....the boy who treated me like a fucking Queen! Who would surprise me with flowers, random road trips, home cooked meals, made me a mix tape of my favourite songs played by his band....the boy that practiced for several hours for weeks with my Mother in secret of the entire piano part of the song "Layla" just so he could surprise me on my birthday. Yah...that boy...the one you all think could do something as heinous, as evil as killing another person. The ones you dumb fucks think was possessed by the Devil because he played Dungeons and Dragons. It's a fucking board game you damn morons!!!!"

Layla sobbed as she said her final words before walking away.

" I hope your all happy. What happened with Chrissy...he had nothing to do with that. There is another world you don't know about...a great evil...a monster...it's coming for all of us...and no one is safe."

She was done. She'd had it with this town. She just wanted to get out, go back to the Upside Down, or even call out to Vecna to take her. She no longer cared about anything. Yet, she knew she couldn't, because it wasn't about her anymore. The only thing that mattered was inside of her...Eddie's baby...and she would never let anything happen to it.

Layla demanded Steve not follow her, she wanted to be alone. She felt smothered by his constant presence. She didn't want to hurt him but needed to make him understand that she needed space. Steve watched helplessly as Layla walked farther and farther from her. Not just in distance...but emotionally. He feared he would never get her back and be his always.

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