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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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You meet Joe at a bar. He’s there by himself following a convention. He’s in a poor disguise but he just couldn’t stand being stuck in the hotel room anymore. You recognize him but approach him as if you don’t know who he is (to not draw attention to him). You offer to buy him a drink because he looks so lonely.

You’ve had a few drink yourself and you start to dance on him. His hands start to roam and you drag him to the bathroom. You squat down and start to suck his cock. Before things go too far, he lifts you by your chin and kisses you deep.

He asks if you want to go back to his room. And you do.

After you are done (smut is up to you), you are laying there and he starts to explain who he is. Then you admit that you knew but you didn’t want to make it a big deal.

OK I'LL DO IT 🥴👀 PREPARE YOURSELF.

Word Count: 4.5k (Definitely my longest Joe x Reader imagine!)

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You're almost too proud to admit to yourself how many times you looked over to the smallest corner of the bar, watching the man in question sip on his drink, one hand on his cheek leaning his elbow down to the countertop whilst scrolling through his phone. That man being one of the most talked about actor's in the industry at this moment in time, Joseph Quinn.

You and your friend were just on the verge of leaving when you eyed back to the corner he was positioned in and then instantaneously made the decision to make up telling her that you were going to stay a little longer because one of your friends she didn't know very well were meeting you at the pub, stating you'd forgot to mention. You knew you had no intentions of keeping this short and sweet but to simply even just say hello to him would be amazing and if it didn't work you'd just leave. The string of white and possibly innocent lies fell from your lips had you now about to be able to do just what you wanted, you shared a hug, said your goodbye's and she left. You flicked your hair in a matter of self confidence and wandered through the small crowd's of people flooded around.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that had given you the confidence, which then had you edging towards the side where Joe was stood, slamming your bag down on the table and sitting on the stool, at least only a metre away and one stool away to see if he'd notice. Surely enough, it worked, Joe hovered his gaze up at you at the sudden noise, double taking until he was well and truly scanning your features, you felt his eyes burning through your peripheral vision as you took out your card from your bag; waiting to be served for a drink.

You thought you were imagining things when a hand reached for your forearm, clenching his fingers around it, Joe held onto you with a concerned look on his face. "I hope you don't mind me prying, but are you alright love?"

You shot a look straight to him, throwing him an overly flashy smile, scrunching your nose up and nodding. "Yeah I'm okay."

"You just seemed a little, erm what's the right terminology to use here... pissed off?" Joe tilted his head to the side, his doe eyes still set on you, you even noticed the way they flitted down, was he checking you out?

You change the subject quickly, avoiding the lies you were already pulling off. "You here alone?" you turned on your stool to face him, resting your hand under chin.

"I am. Was pretty bored so I found the first pub I could to come and get a few drink's in." Joe admitted.

"Well you want another? It's on me." You flashed your card up to him and he shook his head.

"So I'm assuming you're on your own too? Wouldn't expect a pretty woman like you to be paying." You blushed at his words, leaning back and looking out to the crowd to try and hide the fact your cheeks were burning crimson red.

"I am and I insist." Looking back around, you raised your eyebrows persistently.

"How could I say no then?" Joe smirked and you chuckled at the way your stomach did flips, practically forcing it out from your throat.

"I'm Y/N." You stuck your hand out.

Joe took your hand into his, shaking it slight. "I'm Joe." He waited for the moment you were to tell him that you already knew that, but you just continued to smile away, the bartender ripping you from your intense gaze at one another when he asked if you were being served. Joe glanced into the air, pretty confused at the way you hadn't even acknowledged him in the way most people would now, he really liked it though, he felt refreshed to be that of a stranger to someone. Except he wasn't.

You ordered the both of your drinks, after Joe insisted you had the martini on the menu with him, you weren't one to admit you didn't particularly enjoy them but you'd stay off of that subject, who were you kidding; you were completely out to please this beautiful sight of a man.

You took brief sips of it once they were handed to you, grimacing at the taste but trying your best to look like you were enjoying it. You got to know him a little; not just Joseph Quinn but you got to know the real him in some way's, he hadn't give too much away, things you probably already knew, his age, where he was from, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. Not once did he mention what he did for work, purely down to the fact he was loving the plainness of the way he felt like a regular human being again, not even flinching at the thought once that this was a question you didn't ask.

You really hit it off into the second drink, taking occasional breaks outside to go for a smoke break then going back to your quaint little corner, your safe haven together. By the fifth round, Joe was ordering tequila. The two shots you had went straight to your head and before you knew it you were edged up close to him, he had his arm round you, telling you a funny story that happened between him and his friends once upon a time, you felt your hand graze onto his lap as you laughed at the ending. By the seventh and eighth round, it was like you'd been friends forever, the way you got on with one another was like a match made in heaven, Joe's eyes were burning dark, the alcohol dilating his pupils matching yours. He stared contently at you, licking his top lip making you flutter your lashes right onto them.

"What're you looking at?" You threw a giggle at him. The most flirtatious, most girlish giggle you could ever imagine to even come out of your mouth and that would never come out of your mouth again. You weren't making that obscene noise again in a hurry.

"You're just. Beautiful." Joe's dimples formed on his cheeks as a promising and meaningful smile was thrown your way and you huffed out a sigh so loud.

"Stop it." You rolled your eyes at him, making his brows raise in question.

"I mean it." Joe's hand touched the top of yours that sat on top of the bar table, his thumb stroking over the slits of your fingers.

The moment the music turned itself up told you it was getting later on into the night, it was also the moment everyone got onto their feet and rushed to the dance floor, the bar had got a little too crowded now and you were glad to be staying put for the time being. A rather sensual song played and you leaped up off your stool, singing along, grabbing Joe's hands and swaying yourself around, much to his amusement watching you as he nodded his head along to the motion of the music, standing up and pulling you in.

He twirled you around a couple of times, catching you at your hips and bringing you backwards, your arm lent up to graze your hand at the back of his neck, starting to grind into him. The gasp of breath you felt radiate through your body made you shiver an it only enticed you to close the space between you altogether, your back firmly pressed against him and your ass now rubbing against his crotch. "Fuck, you're hot." Joe groaned, his hands giving you all the ammunition to continue as he wrapped them around you, pushing his bulge forward to meet the way your ass moved.

You turned around, still in his grasp, reaching onto your tip toes to gain access to his ear. "So are you." You spoke loud enough for him to hear it, taking a hold of one of his hands behind you and pulling it away then walking to find the bathroom, nobody was quite clearly aware of him or you as you passed through the busy space; your intentions now fully in swing now that you were clearly enhanced by the alcohol you'd consumed together, a new found confidence in you was a better way of describing what you were about to do. Joe had an incline when he was pushed straight into the disabled bathroom, the door locked.

"Mm, hey pretty girl." He whispered as he watched you walk up to him, laying your hands on his chest. Your faces dragged up and down to each other like a magnet, your lips merely inches away, both of them parted at the heavy silence, the awaited moment where one of you would close the gap. Joe's mouth crashed onto yours seconds later and you turned him around, pushing him against the door and opening your mouth to deepen the kiss, your tongues fought against one another, spiralling out of control with whimpers echoing in unison. Your hands that still remained close on his chest made their way down, fumbling at the button of his trousers, pushing the zipper down and making sure to inch your fingers in-between the skin of his hips and his boxers, pulling in a downward motion, Joe obliged happily as he wedged his fingers in next to yours and pushed them down to the ground. You broke the kiss looking directly at him, your eyes now sparkling with the eager thoughts that roamed through your head.

"Do you mind if I just?" You looked down, your eyes opening wide at the size you clearly didn't expect, girth intimidating yet the size so perfectly just above average you couldn't wait any longer. You didn't even see Joe shake his head, insinuating he didn't mind at all. You dropped down onto your knees, spitting down onto the palm of your hand, letting the rest leak off of your bottom lip before wrapping your fist around his length, jerking slowly and looking up to watch Joe throw his head back in disbelief. "Fuck." He moaned out loud, your finger tips sliding and stroking around the mushroom tip of his cock. That was quite clearly the most delectable noise you'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing, sending bolts of electricity straight to your core. "That feel good?" You asked rhetorically, knowing the exact answer was the right one.

"Would it be too forward if I asked you to give me head?"

"I don't think anything's too forward now when I already got us into this mess." You muttered in yet another girly tone, the feeling of nausea in your stomach from hearing yourself sound like such a simp, yet you fucking enjoyed being this man's simp.

You wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly, earning another throaty groan. His big hands came down to cup your head. "More." He sighed out in a gravelly tone. He pushed you forward, your mouth coming down and taking every inch that you could. "I want to fuck that pretty little mouth so bad." You clenched your hands around his ass giving it a squeeze to indicate that you were into it and without hesitating, he thrusted his hips back and fourth, keeping you in position whilst he did exactly that.

Tears stained the corners of your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat multiple times, your lips sealing around his length and he stilled a little; it was completely obvious that he was close. "Shit." Joe moaned once more, you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth when he let his hands go, raising them up and running his fingers through his curls. "Can I take you back to my hotel room?" Joe blurted out and you almost could of passed for looking slightly confused.

"Hotel room?" You questioned, you knew he didn't live around here so you pretended once again to act like you weren't sure as to why he was occupying a room for the night.

"Yeah, just staying in the area for an event." He was playing you at your own game, his secret identity to him not yet revealed seeing as he still was under the impression you had no idea who he was. To you, he thought this was probably just a one night stand, a way of getting some action from some 'random guy' at a bar.

"How do I know you're not some serial killer?" You winked up at him playfully.

"How do I know you're not some axe murderer?" Joe replied. You laughed at that, tilting your head to the side, same thing but touché.

It wasn't Joe's objective to have met someone in a place he didn't know very well, let alone be taking them back to the hotel he was staying at to have sex, this wasn't at all usually like him, but he was so bizarrely comfortable around you after the few hours you'd spent together it was pretty much impossible for him to be able to talk himself out of the situation.

You stood up, knees aching from the hard ceramic tiling of the bathroom floor, Joe's hand tilted your chin upward to him as he leaned downward to give you the sweetest kiss of your life, a full firework display erupting in your head, your head was spinning and not just from the alcohol. Not too much but not too little, he swiftly moved away to pull his trousers back up, palming his hand over his tight erection to make it less painful and took a hold of your hand this time, leading you out of the bathroom and out of the bar.

Unnoticed ad unbothered by anyone else, you were unsure how that happened, maybe it was the way you noticed Joe kept his head down not making a scene and not breathing a look back at you until you'd exited outside. You walked the short distance back to the hotel, talking the way you were practically an hour ago, linking your arm through his to keep the warmth of his body close against you.

Joe caged you in the elevator against the mirror once the double doors closed together, kissing you more fiercely than intimately this time, his teeth bit down onto your bottom lip, he kneeled slightly to allow his hips to buck up into your heat, hearty moans could be heard bouncing off the tight four walls, the hardness of his erection had not faltered at all, he wanted nothing but to fuck you right then and there but he had to remain as patient and well behaved as he could until the moment you'd got into his room, it wasn't an easy task.

You hurried down the corridor when the doors opened, Joe dragging you behind him, his fingers intertwined with yours. Stopping at the door, Joe plucked his key card from his trouser pocket and scanned it, pushing down the door handle and flicking the light on, you look around you to see a rather fancy and spacious hotel room, the biggest bed you had ever seen and a view like no other. You rushed to the window whilst Joe made sure the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung from the other side and the door was locked. He slowly stride's up to you, his hands on your hips most delicately as he moves his head down to plant soft kisses on your neck, your head falls to the side, leaning into him slightly, you eye up the beautifulness of the city whilst he makes work of your neck, his teeth nibbling down and lips sucking at a sweet spot cause your breathing to hitch. "Do that again." You didn't have to ask twice, Joe swapped to the other side in an instant, biting his teeth lightly into the mirrored spot and marked you the way he intended, moving back and admiring his work, he hummed.

"Nice little bruises you have there." You stared at your reflection in the window, taking a closer inspection.

"The work of a true artist." You both huffed a filthy laugh as he guided your hips to move around to him, lifting you slightly until you got the message, you were now in his arms with your legs firmly wrapped around his waist. Your hands placed on his biceps, you felt his muscles flex as held you tightly and you could have salivated at that easy, but you held it back so you didn't clearly embarrass yourself.

He moved you over to the bed, flopping you onto it and you'd secretly wished he'd of kept you in that position longer, it felt so good, slightly moving in a way to be that close to him. Crawling over and holding himself up against you, his lips fell to yours again, peppering kisses all over your face until he had you giggling. "That giggle is so sexy yet so cute, fucking hell." You bit down onto your lip, a little smirk lingering, proud that you had him right where you wanted him.

"Shall we get down to business, my cock's fucking throbbing." You nodded not even fully before Joe pushed himself up. You both undressed yourselves, eyes not falling off one another, both hearts racing at the mere thought of this crazy, eventful and very admittedly funfilled evening.

Joe eyed your cunt as your legs spread apart and his mouth fell open, jaw could have almost been mistaken of falling to the floor the way he stared at you. "You're fucking soaking." Joe growled.

"All for you. That's what you get for letting me give you half a blowjob." Joe chuckled deeply.

"Screw foreplay, I just want to fuck that pretty pussy right now." Joe grabbed at your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, lined himself up, his cock leaking that very moment just from the sight of you. His choice of words had your hole gaping.

You didn't even get the time to ask if he had protection. Joe plunged his cock straight inside of you, hissing at the way you ate him up, your slick gave him an easy entrance, pushing each inch of his length deep inside, his tip ramming its way through your walls, stretching you out and getting you used to his size. You didn't complain, you were on contraception anyway and it's not like he was patient enough to talk about it either. "Oh my god Y/N, you're so tight."

You couldn't muster a reply, your eyes squeezing shut at the twinges of pain and pleasure mixing together. "How do you like it? I want to make you feel so good."

You still couldn't speak, you stuttered random noises out of your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest, your mind was going ten to the dozen, more or less from the scepticism of having Joe's thick cock wedged inside of your cunt.

"You alright-" He grew concern quickly before you interrupted him.

Your eyes shot open, you looked downward to see his hips touching the inside of your thighs. "Hard. Fuck. Me. Hard." Joe was coerced to give you exactly what you wanted, the worried look drained away and his eyes deviously smiling right at you. He thrusted his hips into you, not even starting slowly, giving you everything he could. Dragging your legs upward to rest on his shoulders, he lent down his hand and pressed his thumb up onto your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it, the pad of it felt delicious, the ache rising higher whilst he continued to pound into your cunt forcefully. The unholy noises matching your awaited climaxes caused you both to sweat irrationally, the smell of sex apparent in the air, his thumb still tackling your twitching bud, hitting the spot just to the side where you liked it most. It's like he'd discovered your body long before tonight. Yet the more you moaned through his actions, the more he knew where to go with it.

"Shit Joe, oh my god."

"Yeah baby, you like it when I fuck you like this?"

"Y-yes I-" You came undone, your hips lifting wildly into the air as you gushed over his shaft, cotton wool enrapturing your head at the way your soul shot out from you. You were just a body laid down on a bed whilst you watched yourself from above being positively railed through and through. Joe couldn't help the sight of you cumming and the way your walls clenched around him in the most perfect way. It had him pulling out and fucking himself with his fist over your cunt, his cock exploding with hot seed up onto your stomach, his head threw back as he almost screamed your name in the violent orgasm that was at it's pinochle. You came down together from your highs, breathing erratic from the reoccurring sensitivity that was still blowing both of your minds out of your skulls. Joe fell next to you, staring up to the ceiling just to get himself back to a normal state before he even tried to speak a word that would make sense.

Before long, he moved to get up and go into the bathroom, cleaning himself up and bringing the spare towel through to wipe up the mess he'd created on your body. "Wow." You swallowed thickly, trying to taste the saliva in your mouth that was drying up quickly. "Yeah, wow." You'd fucked yourselves sober, not that it became anymore awkward when Joe asked if you were staying or if he needed to walk you back to your home so he knew at least you'd gotten back safely. It was after midnight after all and although he still didn't know you too well, he still cared. That was just the way Joe worked.

You agreed to stay with him and climbed into bed with one another after you'd got up and fixed yourself a glass of water. Joe offered for you to sleep in his shirt just so you were a little more comfortable but you declined politely suggesting he'd already seen you naked and defiled you, so it didn't particular matter that you were going to go to sleep in the nude with him.

Joe creeped over to you when you laid on your side after dimming the lights down to settle and relax. "Can I see you again?"

You whipped your body onto your back, looking at him longingly. "So this isn't just a one night thing?" You held your smile back, truly delighted by his question.

"Honestly? I'm not a 'one night thing' kinda guy. Though if I feel a connection with someone, which isn't often - I'll run with it." Your smile heaving over your features quickly, truly delighted by his reply.

"Then we will see each other again." You moved closer, pecking a kiss onto his cheek, he almost looked serious for a second.

"There's something you should know though." He interrupted your happy and most victorious moment in your head when your smile fell through, your lips dwindling together wondering what he was next going to come out with.

"What?" You said.

"I'm kinda reserved in this field because I... I'm newly, erm. Famous I guess." He didn't know how else to put it, he just let the sentence roll off his tongue and wasn't quite sure how you'd take it either, but you know exactly how you were taking it. You already fucking knew.

"And that means we can't-"

"We can, oh we can, I'm just nervous and new to the world that is fame. I'm an actor, I made it big this year - well clearly not big enough for you to not know, but in the most non cockiest way possible, a hell of a lot of people know who I am and the event I'm here for is partly to do with me and I don't want to scare you away because it's a big deal and all. If seeing me again might jeopardise your privacy I completely understand but I just want you to know that-"

"I know who you are." You shouted out over the top of his voice, you couldn't hide it anymore. Joe moved backward, his brows furrowing in confusion, the act you've kept up all night purely a farce.

"Wait what? Was this a ploy? What do you mean? Y-you've known a-all this time and not said a word?" His questioning and quite frankly anxious demeanour began to rapidly pour out at a wicked pace.

"Honestly. I did it because I wasn't bothered about who you are in the outside world, I saw you alone and I'd just left my friend and I wanted to take the chance to get to know you and I did and it lead us here and even though what happened, happened, I enjoyed it not because it was Joseph Quinn but because I'm insanely attracted to the guy who made me laugh, the guy who looked at me so nicely. The guy that bought me fucking tequila and made me actually like martinis. I only wanted to say hello and have a drink with you if I could but it went far better than I could've imagined." You poured out your heart, maybe your intentions didn't intend to go this far, but you were right; it happened and you couldn't go back on it.

"You don't like martinis?" Was all he gathered from that.

"Correction, didn't." He laughed a little from the back of his throat, nodding as the rest of your words hit his memory. It instantly made him feel better that you already understood the situation that if you did see each other again and maybe more after that, it wouldn't be as normal anymore.

"You don't hate me?" You bit down on your lip apprehensively.

"No, I don't hate you. I wish you'd of told me sooner that you knew, but the way you wanted to treat me normally makes me so fucking happy. You're beautiful and quite entirely made my night and I really want to get to know you better, maybe starting a little more sober too."

He moved his arm over your stomach and towered above your face, bringing his lips down to kiss you passionately, short yet sweetly.

"So when can I see you again?"

"In the morning when we wake up." You giggled.

"I'll never grow tired of hearing that." He beamed a toothy grin at you, his eyes darting from yours to your lips. Was this the feeling of love at first sight you'd read in fairy tales? The look of pure emotion and desire? Happiness overflooded you both. Contentment hit.

Turning the lights out, he moved you around and spooned you from behind, smiling at himself, feeling almost lucky to have you there with him. He'd never been so glad that he decided to make that trip to the bar, he cured his boredom hugely. He found you.

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bi-bard · 11 months

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How Did We Get So Good at Dismantling These Hearts? - Kaz Brekker Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: How Did We Get So Good at Dismantling These Hearts?

Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader

Based On: Hourglass

Word Count: 1,219 words

Warning(s): mention of murder

Summary: Kaz gets word of a new job for the Crows. On the surface, it appeared to be nothing other than a normal job. However, when he tells the crew, (Y/n) has a reaction that immediately catches his attention. He just needs to find out why.

Author's Note: I changed this story because the original one was alarmingly similar to the May stories.

Part Two of "June" [Release Date: 7/5/2023]

Part Three of "June" [Release Date: 7/7/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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If any of the Crows had noticed me tense, then none of them spoke up about it.

Not at the time.

Kaz had gathered all of us together, telling us about a new job that he apparently couldn't turn away. Nothing felt strange about it. It all seemed normal... our version of normal, anyway.

Some plan for a heist, a good pay... it was exactly what our crew was meant to love.

And I did. I loved working with the Crows. The idea of having a new job made me grin a bit to myself.

And then, I heard my mother's name come out of Kaz's mouth.

My shoulders tensed a bit. I had to physically stop myself from drawing them up. I did my best to take a subtle deep breath, desperate to return to normal. Nothing would stop my heart from racing and my leg from bouncing.

I was watching Kaz as he spoke, but I couldn't hear him. My ears were filled with buzzing as my mind played back every memory that I had buried for all too long.

The first thing I heard was Kaz dismissing us for the day.

I was the first person to stand up and walk out. Maybe I had been a little too fast on my way out. Maybe I had pushed the chair away a little too hard. I don't know.

All that I could think of at the time was going home.

I didn't notice anyone paying any mind to me.

It wasn't until that night that I would even know that anyone had looked at me in some way other than normal.

I was pacing my small room, mind still racing when there was a knock on my door.

I took a breath before walking over. In my state of distractedness, I didn't think much before pulling the door open. I found Kaz standing on the other side of the door.

"All this time with the Crows and you still open your door with no attempt to check who could be on the other side," he said. There was the smallest hint of a grin on his face, letting me know that this wasn't him genuinely scolding me.

"Did you come here to inform me of your new passion for comedy," I asked.

"I'm here to talk about the job."

"Much less exciting," I replied.

Kaz didn't reply, merely raising an eyebrow at me and nodding toward the inside of my place. I took a deep breath and stepped to the side, letting him walk in.

It was strange to see Kaz in my home.

I had trouble associating him with something so... comfortable. There was something about Kaz being in a place meant for merely existing that made me pause. It felt like watching an animal exploring a new habitat. It made me wonder how many nights he had spent avoiding his room. How long had he been avoiding falling asleep in his bed? Or simply falling asleep at all?

I moved around him, putting myself between him and the rest of my home. "What did you need to talk about?"

"You have a personal connection to the job," he said. "I need to know what it is."

I scoffed, going to deny it.

He cut me off before I could, "No use denying it. You're not as subtle as you think you are."

There was a long pause.

"I need to know any potential risks that come with this job. Whatever you're hiding is a risk."

"The woman that you're robbing... she's my mother," I explained. "I... ran away... a long time ago."

"Why?"

"My uncle. He killed my brother... He didn't know that I had seen him until after it was over. I had... I had only seen the very end of it. If he had told me that he had just found him like that, then I would have believed him. And then, he told my mother that I did it."

"You were a child."

"He called it an accident," I shrugged. "He played the part well. That was when I knew that he had done it. My mother hated me. He threatened to kill her if I ever said anything... because killing me would be too easy. I had to run. Now, he is going to inherit everything that my mother has... and nothing is going to stop him."

There was a silence.

I watched as Kaz's eyes scanned me. I couldn't tell if he was trying to see if I was telling the truth or if was merely some kind of assessment of my current state. I blinked away any tears that had built up. I hadn't let myself think about it for years. I forgot how much it hurt.

"I can't have you on the job," Kaz finally said.

"What?"

"It's too dangerous-"

"I can keep my composure on the job, you know that-"

"That's not my concern," he stopped me. "Your uncle knows that you're the only one that knows that truth. Your mother thinks that you killed her son and then ran away. If either one of them sees you, then it will be more than just imprisonment. I am not going to willingly get you killed."

"We have gone on jobs where our lives are in danger," I argued. "Most of them do-"

"Not with such a clear target on our backs."

I took a deep breath. I hated how much I agreed with him. Mainly because I had never once seen him show himself this much care. I had watched him walk into dangerous situations with little to no concern for his own well-being. Part of him had to be aware of that.

"You're off the job."

"Fine," I muttered begrudgingly. "No mourners."

He nodded once. "No funerals."

Kaz turned around to walk back out. He made it to the door before I spoke up.

"Why did you come," I asked. "Why not just sent Inej down here to get information? Or Jesper, even?"

"Your desire for vengeance... it's one that I'm familiar with," he explained. "More than you know... and I will help you get it."

He went to turn away again. His words made me panic.

"Kaz," I stopped him again. "Don't get yourself killed for me."

He didn't respond. He merely looked back at me, waiting for some explanation or request or something.

"I'm not worth it," I said quietly.

He watched me for a few moments longer. I wish I knew what he was looking for. "You don't get to decide that."

He walked out before I could ever question him about that statement.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I stepped forward and locked my door.

I didn't want to make any assumptions or jump to any conclusions, but it was difficult for me to act like I had no desire to do so. Taking me off of the job, the way he spoke, the promise of vengeance in my name... it all gave me pause. Embarrassing pause.

I ran my hands over my face before shaking my head. Jumping to conclusions was foolish. I knew better. His rare empathy was not a sign of anything.

And all I had to do was continue reminding myself of that until I believed it.

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f4iry-dvst · 7 months

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Pity Party

a/n: first time uploading one of my cench fics feeling nervous - let me know if you want a smut for pt2!

pairing: central cee x fem!oc

summary: after a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

cw: light mention of neglect

"Soooo, big two four next week Cench! What ya up to for tha then lad?"

Oakley smiled weakly before taking a hold of his glass and taking a long swig of the tropical cocktail. He was out for dinner with a few work associates, his girlfriend Michaela, Marvin and Harrison celebrating the plaques he'd received recently for his music in a posh little bar & grill in the city - he didn't want to be here though. Being grilled with questions from his associates as if he were a ribeye steak wasn't exactly his ideal evening, nor was being out surrounded by so many people. The man never really was a social butterfly and he struggled a lot at events like this even now after his rise to fame. In the middle of dinner, he'd grabbed Michaela's hand under the table as his nerves grew exponentially and his patience was wearing thin; he'd considered just leaving far too many times already but Kayla had forced him to stay to be polite.

"Not a party?"

Marvin's eyes flicked up at the question already knowing where this was headed having heard the story far too many times from a drunk, blabbering mouth, through clouds of smoke. He thought about shutting it down, but it sounded too suspicious for him - he simply couldn't do much at all. The man could see Oakley visibly panic across the table and nervously take another gulp of his drink, which he said he didn't even like the taste of originally, but he seemed to have changed his mind about that one. This truly was a recipe for disaster.

"No I erm, never had one so is just not the forefront of my mind to be fair"

Oakley and Marvin's eyes both cautiously scanned around the table, seeing all the shocked and even pitiful expressions emerge in reaction. Marvin felt bad, really bad. Not because he'd never had a birthday party before, he'd pitied him for that already so long ago. But because he knew the man was about to receive a hounding. Lacey, the woman who helped design a lot of his merchandise, was sat beside Marvin and probably the one with the worst reaction of all. She almost grimaced, obviously assuming it was due to growing up dirt poor or something which well, wasn't untrue. Just not the reason Oakley had confessed to before. He'd finished his drink by now too, so he couldn't drown his anxiety in a disgusting mango concoction made with cheap rum anymore and he regretted gulping it all down so quickly.

"Erm, my parents were erm never really uno, around like tha so like, birthdays didn't get thought about"

His face resembled that of a hurt puppy by the end of his response, tears visibly welling up in his eyes and his nose dusted with pink. People around the table began to relax themselves promptly after seeing Oakley's reaction to their badgering. Michaela had begun to gently caress the back of his hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him even the slightest bit but she didn't get very far. Anxiety flowing through his veins meant his arms and hands were all tensing unrelentingly leaving the veins beneath his skin to show far more than they really should. She could feel the slight tremor in his frame as she shifted a little closer to his side to subtly comfort the man and the tenseness of his entire body. His knee was bouncing rapidly under the table and he was glad it wasn't visible to his company.

"Oh you poor thing"

Celaine, a lady who helped design his music covers, was the first to speak up again and she regretted even considering the comment as soon as she did. Oakley abruptly pushed his seat out causing a horrible scratching noise to echo and made a beeline for the toilets. He couldn't breathe at that table, it felt like everyone was crowding around him when actually no one had moved an inch. Michaela jumped up quickly following after her boyfriend filled with anger for the others and sadness for him. It was rare that he ever acted like this with other people, but they were evidently pushing his buttons and he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sweetheart..."

The girl had walked straight into the men's where she knew she'd find him, quickly realising how disgusting these toilets were for such a high-end place and decidedly took no notice; she had better things to do than grimace at tissue paper stuck to the mirrors and piss on the floor. A sniffle echoed in the empty bathroom and Kayla's heart ripped into a million shreds at the sound as she wrapped her arms around his small frame and pulled him into her chest tightly. She couldn't even begin to express how sad she felt for him in this moment, and how much she hated his team for pressing so much. Over the months of working with them, the couple had grown to love Celaine, Lacey and all the others but all of it had soon been diminished because they couldn't just keep their traps shut.

"We don't have to do anything love, or think about your past okay?"

The man nodded, still tucked firmly into his girlfriend and practically clinging onto her shoulders for dear life.

And so when Oakley's birthday eventually did roll around, Michaela had planned not a single thing. Of course, she'd planned gifts and what to eat but she did that most days so it was nothing out of the ordinary. The man had finally indulged in a lie-in for the first time this year - he hadn't the time what with all the work and travelling he'd been doing - so he was snoring way into the afternoon and eventually rose around 3 pm to the smell of hot chocolates and something else sweet. It was far too warm in his room, and even the house, so he had decided against putting last night's t-shirt back on and promptly followed the sugary aromas drifting upstairs to the kitchen where he found Michaela.

"I was just about to come wake you"

On the counter were stacks of syrup-smothered pancakes and waffles with mugs of hot chocolate and a big bowl of sliced fruit ready for his birthday breakfast, tho it was more tea than breakfast. Michaela was beaming at him showing a big toothy grin and he was sure he was reciprocating it, but he couldn't tell. He stood in amazement for a few seconds scanning over the sweet treats and then his girlfriend's face before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her about a million times before eventually giving her a long kiss on the lips.

"You've smudged my lippie now you dickhead"

"No calling the birthday boy names my love"

The couple fell into fits of laughter still holding onto each other like it was the last time they were to touch before they realised the breakfast would probably go cold soon and took it all to the living room. It was rare they ever ate in there because Oakley was very strict about the tidiness of the house but today was an exception of course. Michaela already had the tv set on Disney Plus ready for Oakley to come down and watch his favourite kids' movie: Lady & The Tramp. He sat and ate his birthday breakfast gleefully, focused intently on the movie playing on the tv with a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The girl could've sworn she'd never seen him so happy in his life, which would most definitely be an overstatement, but he did look happy as hell and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That light that filled his face when he was just so freely happy was addicting and she would drink it up all day and all night if she could - it was just so beautiful. The dimples beside his lips, the wrinkles under his eyes and the way his cheeks puffed up - he was a sight for sore eyes if she did say so herself. When Oakley had finished most of his pancakes and strawberries he'd put his plate to the side and curled up against Kayla's side, his knees pulled to his chest and his head on her shoulder. Michaela didn't think he could get any cuter than this. The way he was showing so much affection, physically too, really blossomed something in the girl's heart and her stomach was doing somersaults because it meant he'd put his full trust in her and that he felt safe. It was okay to show the vulnerable side he was so ashamed of before with her because he felt respected and loved. He tended not to show too many of his emotions, if any, and especially not when it came to occasions like his birthday - it was a big topic that took him a long time to open up about. So for Michaela to see him like this knowing how much he struggled to open up and be comfortable around people she felt extra special.

"I love you, uno"

It was merely a mumble, because he seemed to be nodding off despite only waking up about an hour before; she put it down to the heat and the fact they were sitting so cosily. He'd most definitely said it though, Kayla had felt his warm breath brush against her neck as he spoke and the way his jaw moved against her shoulder.

"I love you too sweetheart"

He'd tried to tuck in on his girlfriend more but it was actually impossible unless he wanted to climb inside her skin which she was sure he would if he could, so he simply tucked his head as tightly into the crook of her neck as he could and fell asleep with her hand brushing through the curls upon his head. Now he was living the dream.

Best birthday ever.

#central cee #central cee fanfiction #central cee oneshot #central cee imagine #uk rap #uk rapper

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not-alien-girl-v · 8 months

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Mrs All American (Matty Healy)

warning: mention of dick sucking, tw mention of his fuckass mohawk circa 2013

note: god i’m so lonely.

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he had been at the studio all day. it’s something you’re used to, him being a musician and all, it’s just a little unfortunate that because he’s always so ‘in the zone’ during his time at the studio that he never texts. it’s not impossible to get a message to him, but most of the time you have to call, which is a lot of work.

he left before you woke up this morning. you don’t live together, you have your own place but if you don’t spend most of your time at his house, you’d almost never see him.

today, once he left, you simply didn’t go home, spending your day lounging around his shared house with george, who was also away at the studio all day.

it’s around 6 in the evening now, you’re at the dining room table, headphones on blasting a catchy song by an australian pop rock band that you adore, and your back is to the door, so you don’t even notice a change in the house when the door swings open, two men entering.

you do notice, however, when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm breath onto the shell of your ear, a loving sigh, and a tight squeeze from the arms. the red bracelet, the ‘dad’ tattoo, the smell of tobacco on his breath.

popping out your earbuds, your eyes are still trained on the laptop but you touch your palm to his forearm, squeezing it. “hey, baby.”

“how’d you know it was me?”

“i can tell by the stench.”

he rolls his eyes, the sunset catching a curl against his cheek, causing the dark brown to glow golden for a moment, and he looks too beautiful.

“i’ve told you before, love, you’ve got to stop referring to any scent as a ‘stench.’ it makes it seem like i smell bad.”

you open your mouth to release a snarky remark but he predicts it. “ah! and i do not smell bad.”

you smile back at him. george enters, grabbing a soda from the fridge and cracking it open, not even paying attention to this lovers quarrel, he knows better than to by now.

“what can i say? you’re a boy. you’re stinky. and you have cooties.” he snorts and you hear george, against his best effort, conceal a giggle from across the room, leaving you feeling like a real comedian. they should start paying you for this comedy show.

“i do not have cooties, you stupid girl. you don’t even know.” he’s still hugging you from behind and the position is awkward for a full conversation so you peel him off and turn to face him in your chair.

“trust me, i know what i’m talking about. i spend all day in this house, and let me tell you, this place reeks of male energy. and cooties.”

he hums, not quite ready to let you have it. “you probably have cooties by now, then. shouldn’t have agreed to marry me if you’re so worried about disease.”

you grin and you don’t want to fake argue with him anymore, so you wordlessly turn back to the laptop. he leaves a parting kiss on your cheek, and it’s a bit wet with saliva so, like any intelligent woman would, you fake gag and wipe it off.

he gasps, loudly, stumbling back and placing a hand over his chest like he’s been shot, such a drama queen. “did you just wipe off my kiss?”

playing dumb, “i don’t know, did i?”

he lunges forward, smooching your cheek again, you wipe it off just as fast. it’s instantly become a battle that you’re committed to winning. he kisses again, you wipe it again. he kisses one more time, you wipe it off.

once more, he kisses your cheek and just as you’re about to wipe it off your face, he forcefully grabs your wrist mid-air and uses this leverage to yank you up out of the chair.

you’re chest to chest with him and for a split second you’re worried he’s genuinely lost his temper, but the thought is dissolved from your mind immediately when you remember this matty you’re talking about, and he loves you too much to ever lay a wrong hand on you.

he drops your wrist and instead gently takes your face into both of his hands, leaning in slowly to kiss you sweetly. this time, you decide it’s best to just enjoy it, you’ve been clingy and missing him all day and this is the first bit of attention you’ve received from your lover since last night.

after your normal, romantic kiss, he pulls away and with a silly smile, leans in again, catching your lips and releasing them with a big ‘mwah.’

“well, i got some candy for you my dear, but i understand, since i’m so gross and have cooties, i’ll just have to eat it all myself.” he walks away, grabbing at the plastic bag you’ve only just noticed had been dropped to the floor by your chair, and he disappears down the hall.

“wait! i’m sorry!” you holler and scamper down the hallway to catch him before he eats your candy because knowing matty, he may actually do it.

you find him sitting on his bed, trifling through the bag of sweets. “what did you get me?”

“you? oh, i didn’t get you anything. i got me a bar of chocolate and another twix bar in case i’m still hungry. twix is your favorite, isn’t it? ah, that’s too bad it’s all for me, then.”

you pout and approach him on the bed. “i’m sorry, please, you don’t have cooties, i love you. if you give me the twix, i’ll suck your dick so hard your stomach will cave in like a juice box, i promise.” you put your hands together and grovel.

“i’ll hold you to that,” he sighs and hands you the twix bar, it’s a left twix.

you giggle, giddy like a child given candy. it’s not far from the truth. he stands and stretches out, groaning and joins cracking. he pulls off his t-shirt, glancing at the hamper across the room and then to you. “think i can make this shot?” you put your candy down on his nightstand.

“no.”

“prepare to be wrong, baby.” he crumples up the fabric into a ball and makes a proper shot at the hamper, missing it by about 2 feet. the shirt lands helplessly on the floor. “shit.”

you burst out laughing, falling back into the bed in a fit of giggles. “that was embarrassing, stop laughing.”

he crawls over and lays down beside you, settling down on top of the black duvet. it’s when you both finally still that your neediness snakes it’s way back into your brain like an evil worm that tells you to kiss him all over.

you steal glances at him through your lashes, admiring his beauty, specifically his soft, dark curly hair. you scooch closer to him, pressing your body against his, propping up on an elbow and reaching out to brush your fingers over his hair.

like a puppy, his eyes flutter shut. “this is getting long.”

“it is. do you like it?”

“of course i like it. but do you want to keep it like this. wanna let me cut it?”

“if you like it, then i won’t cut it.”

“i like your hair all the time. except for when you had that fuckass mohawk, that sucked.”

he sighs, “i know, baby, i won’t do it again,” he sounds like he’s being scolded for something and you’re glad. you hated that fuckass mohawk.

“missed you today,” you keep a hand threaded into his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with the very tips of your nails.

“missed you too. promise i’ll be home more often, hate being away for so long.”

“it’s fine. i know it’s your life. it’s one of your things.”

he opens his eyes again, looking at you with a deep sense of purpose all the sudden. with his one hand, he places it on your forearm, rubbing gentle with his thumb. “just don’t think i don’t care. don’t think i don’t miss you just as much every time i leave. it’s not hard to love you, it’s the easiest thing i’ve ever done. and the best thing, as well.”

you don’t know why, but tears begin to well up in your eyes and you want to look away from him and his intense gaze. it’s like he senses every thought in your mind, so he pulls you into his arms, chest to chest again, his nose brushing against your exposed collarbone.

he works his hands up and down your back, pushing under your shirt to graze across your bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

any sense of urgency in your clinginess is instantly lost as he holds you like you’re falling out of his arms.

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a-thread-of-green · 19 days

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So this isn't going to be pithy or clever or a bit or a story or really anything like the rest of my posts; I just want to write what I feel and put it out into the world. And what I feel, at this very moment, is joy. Every day, it seems, my body becomes more feminine; it's a slow change but every tiny bit of it feels so fundamentally right. I'm becoming the person I've always wanted to be, even though I was too scared to admit I even wanted this body and life up until just last year. And going out in public is just wonderful. Did you know that women just give each other compliments, even if they don't know each other? I mean, I guess I knew it in theory, but I never imagined that a random woman at the dollar store would just out of nowhere say, "Oh my God, I love your dress!" to me. It's simply incredible. And I can cry now! Starting at around thirteen (i.e. bad puberty's beginning) I felt a desperate need to cry sometimes but couldn't manage anything besides a sort of awkward heavy breathing, as though my body refused to acknowledge what my mind was going through. But now my body and mind are in perfect synch, and emotions flow through me like never before.

But all that joy and expression and the simple feeling of rightness, I have to put it aside eight hours a day while I present male at work. I wear loose clothes to hide the changes in my body and speak in a voice I wish I could forget. I'm so much less productive because I can't help but spend free moments checking my transfemme Discords, reminding myself that there's a community out there who knows me for who I really am, not this sad little body forced to play out an obsolete role and routine. Somewhere early in my transition I heard some other pre-transition transfemme make the point that crossdressing for her wasn't putting on women's clothes, but men's. And I thought, Okay, I see how that's technically true, but that's not how it feels, at least for me. Now it's different. Now my life as a woman has become reality at last, and being a man is just this recurring nightmare. A nightmare I'll be spending the next few days in too: I'm taking a trip with my parents this weekend, and I promised to present male the whole time for their sake.

It's not the end of the world. I'll survive it, and I've got a plan in place to be out to eveybody and living as a woman 24/7 within a month. Still, it's just so strange: my life has gotten so much better that what used to be normal has become torture.

#transgender #transfem #trans woman #lgbt #lgbtqia #trans #lgbtq #queer #trans joy #trans pain #hrt #mtf #mtf trans #mtf hrt #estrogen #estrogen is magic

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dragonagitator · 7 months

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Smutty BG3 fanfic prompt / scene / ficlet:

I wrote this scene with my own "Modern Girl in Faerun" author self-insert WIP in mind, but who knows when or if that fic will ever actually see the light of day. So if someone who can actually write smut wants to use this scene as a prompt for a lengthier fic, please do, and please also feel free to make any changes necessary to make it fit your own story or just generally improve the writing.

Summary: Post-game, Dom!Gale/sub!OFC, established relationship (but one that's about to change in a big way), discussion of consensual mind control, touches on bondage, breeding kink, and worship kink, implied impending fellatio. Features the aforementioned Book of Erotic Fantasy and teases the side of Gale revealed in his origin playthrough line about how he "always liked the idea of being worshipped. Adored. Obeyed..."

I apologize in advance for it not being very good and for cutting off right before the actual smut should begin. I'm not putting this out there because I'm proud of it, I'm putting this out there because I sincerely hope that writers who are actually good at this sort of thing might find it, take it away from me, and do it better.

If you're still interested then there's about 1,800 words of unhinged brainrot below the cut. Criticism welcome!

We’d been home in Waterdeep for less than a week when I found Gale sitting on the balcony loveseat, frowning at a book that sat closed in his lap.

“Did the book do something to offend you?” I teased as I bent over for a kiss.

“Ah, no,” he replied, “it’s just I find myself with a bit of an ethical dilemma.”

‘An ethical dilemma?’ I wondered, raising my eyebrow and taking a closer look at the book.

It was a rather thick book, with a velvet cover and tied closed with a silk ribbon. The cover imagery was extremely suggestive.

“The Book of Erotic Fantasy,” I sounded out carefully. “And exactly what sort of ‘ethical dilemmas’ does a smutty book provoke?”

“It’s not just erotic literature,” Gale explained, “It’s more of a manual.”

“A Faerun sex manual? This I gotta see,” I said and made grabby hands at him. He hesitated for a moment, then somewhat reluctantly handed it over. I sat beside him and snuggled into him as he put his arm around me, positioning us so that we could look at its pages together.

I untied the ribbon and opened the book, and laughed when the book itself moaned in my hands. Reading anything written in the Thorass alphabet was still a challenge for me so I flipped through the pages simply looking at the illustrations. There were a LOT of illustrations depicting various sexual positions and techniques. It appeared to be something like an illustrated Karma Sutra.

“Whenever did you have the time to go buy this?” I asked him with delight. “Are these things you’d like to try with me? Because that–” I pointed at a particularly intriguing illustration of a woman in bondage in some sort of complicated contraption I’d never seen before “–looks like it could be fun, if you know a good smith we could commission it from.”

“No, I, uh, that is, this volume has been in my library for some time,” Gale stammered and I smirked. I’d always loved how he could somehow still be so bashful sometimes despite being such a freak in the sheets.

“And it’s more than just a manual of… activities,” he continued. “The book is magical in nature–”

“Yeah, I got that part when it moaned,” I interjected.

“Yes, and when studied at length it can confer certain… abilities and… enhancements to the person who reads it,” he continued.

“Oooh, tell me more about these ‘abilities’ and ‘enhancements,’” I purred, setting the book aside so I could turn and straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck. He blushed so prettily.

“Well, studying the book makes one more charming and increases their endurance,” he began listing the effects while lazily stroking my sides. “And it ensures that one’s partners are never left… wanting.”

“Oh, so that’s your secret,” I teased, thinking back to all the mind-blowing nights we’d shared since he’d finally gotten over his hangups about bedding me.

“Ah, no, while I’d studied the book once years ago, the effects wear off after a tenday of celibacy. So after the year of isolation in my tower, I had only my… native talent… to rely upon,” he confessed.

His “native talent” had been more than enough, but now my curiosity was piqued.

“So you’re saying this book could make you an even better lover than you already are?” I started to grind against him lightly and his hands settled on my hips. “While I’ve been perfectly satisfied so far, I have to admit that I’m intrigued… although if you got any better, I might not walk quite right ever again.”

“It also conveys mastery over one’s own reproductive system, and that of one’s partner,” he continued. “It acts as a perfect contraceptive. Or, if one so desires, it can… guarantee that conception takes place.” He looked me directly in the eyes as he said that last part, seemed to search my face for clues as to how I felt about that.

Just the idea of it sent a jolt of desire straight to my core.

“Are you saying,” I responded, my mouth suddenly dry as the urge to spread my legs even wider for him overwhelmed me, “that this book would allow you to breed me whenever you want?”

He tightened his grip on my hips and shuttered slightly, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before he looked back up at me with determination. His pupils were blown so wide that I could barely see the brown of his irises anymore. It felt like he was looking directly into my soul.

“Yes,” he confirmed firmly.

‘So, my fiance has a breeding kink too,’ I mused. ‘That’s convenient.’

I was so aroused from our conversation that my hips took on a mind of their own, and I found myself grinding in his lap against the rapidly hardening bulge in his breeches that revealed just how much he enjoyed the idea of using his magic book to impregnate me at will.

“So,” I said breathily, continuing to grind – we were basically dry-humping at this point, and I was so aroused at this point that I suspected that I might be able to get off just from this, “what’s the ethical dilemma?”

“The book does have one minor detrimental property,” he explained, “in that satisfying one’s partner then places that partner under the effects of a Charm Person spell. Of course I’d never do that to someone without their consent,” he said hurriedly, “and with Mystra it was never a concern because as a Goddess, she’s immune to Charm spells,” I scowled at the mention of her name, “but with you, my love…” his right hand left my hip to gently stroke my face, soothing away my frown, “...you have no such immunity.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, is THAT what you’re worried about? I don’t think I could be any more ‘Charmed’ than I already have been by just your – what did you call them? – ‘native talents.’ And it’s not like a Charm Person spell can make someone do something that they’re completely unwilling to do.”

“That’s actually the problem,” he said, tone turning serious. “I’ve heard rumor that when the book’s gifts are used on a partner who is already as enamored as you so inexplicably are with me, it can have… other effects. Change them.”

“Change them how?” I prodded him.

“You could find yourself consumed by desperation to please me. The book could make you more pliant, much more… submissive,” he continued, his voice low with a hint of darkness creeping in as he gently thumbed my lower lip.

My brain short-circuited and I heard myself blurt, “I want you to read the book.”

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what you’re saying,” he sighed and leaned his forehead against mine. “It would be far beyond the games we’ve played. You’d still have your safeword, but the book could strip you of your desire to ever use it.”

“I want you to read the book,” I repeated, gently cupping his face in my hands, my entire body on fire at the idea of giving up that much control to him. It was terrifying, and thrilling, and deeply erotic.

“It doesn’t wear off as fast as a regular Charm Person spell,” he warned me, “The effects last for a year and a day,” my core pulsed with need at the thought of being under his spell for so long, “and that hourglass would reset every time I brought you to ecstasy. You could fall deeper and deeper under my control until you could no longer dream of wanting to escape it.” I trembled at the idea that it could effectively become permanent.

“I want you to read the book,” I said again, and kissed him deeply.

As I pulled back from the kiss, I could tell that he was as affected by the idea of it as I was. His skin was flushed, his pupils blown wide, he trembled slightly, there was a slight hitch in his breath, I could feel his heart hammering where our chests had pressed together, and he now had an erection so hard that I could feel every inch of it through the layers of our clothing.

“I don’t understand,” he protested half-heartedly, sounding almost broken with desire and longing. “How could you want something like that? Why would you give yourself so completely to someone like me?”

“Gale,” I said firmly, and began punctuating my statements with more kisses. “I love you.” Kiss. “I trust you completely.” Kiss. “I love submitting to you.” Kiss. “And I’ve wished for a while now that it could be more than just a game we play in bed.” Kiss. “I know how hard it was for you to give up the Crown of Karsus, because you’ve ‘always liked the idea of being worshiped. Adored. Obeyed,’” I quoted. He looked away in slight embarrassment, but didn’t deny it.

“If you think you could be content with a single worshiper,” I continued, giving his face one last gentle caress as I slid off his lap and onto the balcony floor, “then I would love to spend the rest of my life getting on my knees for you.”

I posed myself carefully before him. Knees spread, hands clasp behind my back, back slightly arched to thrust my tits forward, head bowed submissively. I silently trembled with desire and anticipation as I waited for his answer.

“I will read the book,” he declared as he stood up. “But it will require weeks of study to acquire its powers.” I could hear him unfastening the ties on his breeches. “You will use that time to prove to me just how much you want this, and if I’m not convinced by the time I reach the final page then I will not complete it,” he warned.

My mind began whirling with all the delightfully degrading things I could do for him to prove my devotion. Through the lashes of my downcast gaze I could see his pants falling to his ankles, confirming that we were of like minds of what sort of “proof” he had in mind.

He gripped my jaw firmly and titled my head upward, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

“Do you understand?” he demanded.

I’d never seen such an expression on his face before – perhaps I’d caught glimpses of something like it on the battlefield, or seen a ghost of it flicker across his face the first time I’d asked him to dominate me in bed – but nothing like this. He radiated power, desire, command, and more than just a hint of darkness.

“Yes, sir,” I agreed enthusiastically.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly.

His praise washed over me like a blessing as he guided my mouth to the weeping head of his erect cock.

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youboredright · 7 months

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Fate Cannot Be Changed

What happens if the strongest mafia known to be the coldest man alive gets arranged married with a sweet hearted woman? Can the innocent Yn change Gojo Satoru, biggest mafia in Yakuta? Maybe or maybe not..-

Mafia Gojo Satoru X reader

(Part - 2)

Yn Pov

‌Just after waking up the first thing I saw was 7:10 am on the digital clock. I rushed to the kitchen. It has been only 3 days of our wedding I messed up.

I started making pancakes in hope I can finish them before Gojo wakes up. After around 1 hour of baking, perfecting, decorating and waiting...Gojo didn't come. Did he come before didn't see...and got disappointed? I disappointed him at the fourth day. With head full of thoughts I approached his room. I knocked few times but he didn't answer. Opening the door all I could see is a empty room. He left. I dryly laughed. What did I expect I was 20 minutes late. Of course he would not wait for me. One thing I learnt about him was that he was very punctual. I flinched when I thought of something. 'What now, will he take action.?' I am scared, because I don't know if he will or not. After all he is the mafia.

I decided to call him to check on him. What if he didn't eat anything for breakfast? What if he didn't take anything for lunch? What if he didn't have anything, it's almost 8:30 in the morning? Concern filled me up. After calling him for 3 times, he finally picked up. "Who gave you the permission to call me?" Gojo kind of yell. "I am sorry . I just called to know if you had breakfast or anythin-" " Look Yn I am working I am not like you. Free all of the time. So do something and don't disturb me." Saying that he hung up the phone. "Disturb" ? Taking care, being concern about your own husband is a act of disturbance?

Forward

‌Gojo was very late. It was almost midnight. Hearing the sound of keys I rushed to the door. "Do you know the time? Did you have dinner?" Gojo just simply ignored me and walked past me. I hold his arm to stop him.

This was the very first time I touched him other than kissing him in the wedding day. I could feel his veins in his biceps under his long sleeve shirt. It was...hot maybe? I was woken up from my thoughts when I felt Gojo dangerously leaning towards me. At this point I could feel his breath touching my face. He was drunk. He had a strong scent of cigarettes and alcohol. After leaning Gojo directly look at me "Do you know what I want? I want her back. Can you bring back Nora? No, right?"

‌Nora? Who is she? Gojo's ex? Is he still in love with her? That's why he behaves like this to me? My mind was full of thoughts. But Gojo's voice was quieter and deeper. He was calm and composed even when he was drunk. Before I could say or do anything, Gojo pushed me and walked away.

Just a few minutes ago my mind was full of thoughts about how I touched his arm but now it is full of thoughts about Nora. Even after all this treatment from Gojo, my heart ached a bit hearing that from Gojo. I went to the kitchen and straight to Gojo's room. Even if he didn't like me, I couldn't see anyone hurt or sick. I hated the fact that I cared about every one.

I didn't knock because it is useless. Going inside I saw Gojo laying on his bed. It was all dark. But I could still see Gojo's toned chest through his half opened shirt. I tried waking him up, but he didn't move. He needs to drink water and medicine before he sleeps. But then again he is a light sleeper and he was maybe he is a deep sleep after a long time. So I just decided to put his medicines on his bed side table and leave. As I stood I felt a strong pull and the next thing I knew was that Gojo.. Pinned me on the bed with my hands above my head.

‌"Who are you? Who send you?" This time his voice was deep but it was somehow scary. It felt like a thread. What made it worse was he was drunk and gave a dead stare. "Go-jo it's me. Y-n" I hated myself for stuttering. "Why are you here" I could feel he was becoming sober but he was still slightly drunk. He left my hands and sat on the bed. "Leave."

"No. Not before you have the medicines and water." I said acting all stubborn and confident but I was scared. Because I heard Gojo never takes 'no' as an answer. "And why should I trust you?" "Because I am your wife. And what will I even do, huh?" "Try to poison me?" 'Poison' him. Why would I even try to kill someon- oh right it is very normal for mafias. "I don't have the energy. to. So please have the medicine" After a lot of begging, Gojo did have the medicines.

"Why is it huge" Gojo nagged. "Oh I don't know, princess" Hearing that Gojo gave me a dead stare. "Why did you call me that.?" "Because you cannot even have a medicine properly" He just rolled his eyes. He did not yell. Was he in a good mood ... Because of maybe Nora? I did not notice I was staring at him the whole time until

"Too much in love with me? That you cannot even resist my handsome face?" Gojo was flirtatious. "No? Well I have seen better" saying that I smirked. "I don't care. Now go to your room. And don't you dare fall in love with me or any other man". His mood changed completely. He was no longer flirtatious or in a good mood. Something triggered him. I mumbled a soft 'sorry' and left not wanting to make his mood worse.

‌It was around 1 am and I was still shifting my sides to get some sleep. Do I have insomnia, now? My mind was full of thoughts about, who actually is 'Nora'. I went to kitchen to grab a glass of water. It was so quite. As I turned to return, the silence broke as the bell rang.

Something pushed me to open the door. Opening the door, I saw a tall man and a girl.The girl was probably in her mind 20s. The guy was wearing a black hoodie with grey sweatpants. Both of them covered their face by a cap and a mask. I was scared but before I could say anything. "Why didn't you sleep yet Yn." It was Gojo. "Sorry I-" "I don't need an explanation. Go to your room. And don't disturb us." I just simply nodded and left. Who was the guy? Was the girl, Nora?

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roach-works · 2 years

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heyo! i just read your reblogs on that post about cis/trans ppl who ship m/m content and was struck by a lot of what you said. up until recently, i have "lived very fully and enthusiastically as a woman," though i've always envied/admired men in fiction and have always gravitated towards exploring men's stories in my work. i am starting to think this is bc i Am A Man but i'm struggling with relating to/understanding my past self, who seemed perfectly fine with being a woman (1/2)

okay, here's my very best piece of advice to cis, trans, or questioning people: you aren't, necessarily, who you were.

do you know the sunk cost fallacy? when you sink a lot of time, money, or ego into something, you get very reluctant to abandon that thing. people stake their reputation on a scam, then can't back down because it would mean admitting they were wrong. people blow their life savings at casinos, because they think that the next bet will validate all their past ones and save them. people with abusive partners want to believe that all the love they spent wasn't in vain.

for all these reasons, examining and potentially discarding fundamental pieces of your identity is very difficult. you put a lot of time into being this one gender. you staked your ego and reputation on it. you had some good times! it felt really worthwhile! but now you're starting to wonder if it is worth it, if it was ever worth it. if you were wrong, if you're stupid, if everyone's going to laugh at you, if there will be anything left if you throw all this time and life and selfhood in the trash.

full disclosure, i was proud to be a woman and i flatly did not want to be a trans man. i knew it would be hard, and i knew the risks were high, and i knew i'd have to eat a lot of shit as everyone in my life said 'wait, but you're a man-hating feminist. how do you square that?' and i would have to say, 'well, i can't square it. some things don't get solved like math problems.' i would have been a cis man in an instant but i was scared to death of having to do all the hard uncomfortable work of transitioning and still potentially just being stuck with this sort of shitty, unpleasant, messed up, mad-science approximation of a male body. i knew it just was not physically possible to turn myself into the man i would have been had i been AMAB, and the idea of settling for a crude facsimile sounded absolutely pathetic.

but like, the other thing about me, is that i have been chronically anxious since i was a little kid, and what i learned from being scared of absolutely everything was that i couldn't let fear stop me or i would live my life underneath a blanket, pissing myself. so by the time i had to face up to the horror and terror of potentially being trans, i had gotten into the habit of simply doing terrifying things anyway, because being terrified wasn't a valid excuse not to at least try it out.

here's the other thing about me! i've got an extreme case of ADHD brainworms and every five or ten years i go do Something Else. i love moving. i love turning into something new.

so what i found was that i absolutely love being consciously engaged in the business of being myself. i like taking hormones that change my body. i like taking medication that changes my mind. i love having my hands on the levers of who i am in this life and cranking them around to see what happens next. i am myself on purpose and it's absolutely exhilarating. i wouldn't trade it for being normal if you paid me.

and so here's the thing about everyone: you can change as soon as you want. right now! immediately!

your past self is just a record of who you were, it's not a prophecy. and before anyone says 'well it's not that easy, change is hard, it takes work and time!', i agree with that too! but that's because changing into something new requires effort for the same reason that moving anything takes effort: it's just inertia. objects at rest stay at rest unless changed. objects in motion continue on that path unless changed.

you will be the same person every day you don't deliberately try something new, and then, there you go, you're changing. i have picked up rocks that were a hundred million years old and thrown them into a pond; nothing about the stillness of the rock was forever or even important. i don't know how many other ways to phrase this but it's very important to me to try to communicate it to as many people as i can.

you can just stop doing something you don't like doing. you can just try something new immediately. you don't need an excuse. you don't need to justify the way you spend your time, the way you've spent it. you can love and cherish your womanhood for twenty seven years and then say 'i think i'm done with this now' and go try something else.

maybe you'll like being a man and find that it suits you much better than being a woman. maybe you won't! either way, you'll have changed, and you can just keep changing for as long as you live, and isn't that so much better than being frozen up with fear?

#i love changing!!! i love being new things #to be trans is to travel and move and recreate yourself #it's extremely fucking cool!! it really is!#trans stuff #advice #long post

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lotusmi · 1 year

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Let go of control, and control Self

📚PART 2: Let go of control, and control Self

read more of my summaries | full post on reddit ⬸ [go to PART 1, "No one or nothing to change but Self" ]

There is no objective reality.

Everyone perceives things different. you may be grand in ones eyes but evil in another. The trick is to not care about either and go to what you want.

Neville wanted to be with his second wife, he was struggling with wondering HOW it will come about. He admits he was forgot to exercise this Law. But he did not blame himself, instead he went straight to the Law. He let go of all the HOW's and slept in the assumption that he was Married with that woman. He fell asleep as the one he WANTED to be. It was what his hearts desired.

"Never blame, only resolve." - Neville

He must have learned to let go to the HOW. He learned that he must fulfill his hearts desire. Who else can fulfill the desires in your heart, other than YOU?

He imagined what he wanted as though he had it already.

After rejection [to leave army], what did he do? Did he say, "This shit does not work. I imagined and nothing happened. I was rejected. The world is just simply greater than my mind. I never get what I want." Did he react negatively to his rejection? Maybe a touch, who wouldn't? But did he complain? Did he feel that he cannot get what he wants? No.

Neville was able to not react even after rejection because Neville was not imagining to "get out," in a sense. He was imagining who and where he WANTED to be. This is a huge difference. If he was imagining just to "get out" [of the army] and control the outer-world, guess what? He just got rejected. From this intention he is going to feel completely defeated. If that was his sole purpose was to just "make something happen," then he lost.

He imagined to change his MIND. To change his FEELING of "I." He imagined to change the ONLY thing that is being expressed. HIMSELF. Neville at this time, knew he can change reality, if he changes himself. Since he was solely imagining on changing the FEELING of himself, he was able to persist regardless of circumstances. He did not care what others said, where he was at in the world, or his rejection. He ONLY cared about imagining what he wanted.

He was feeling what he wanted, not what he "must feel" or "have to feel" to "get out." No, solely to have he wanted in his mind.

He let go of controlling his outer-world and controlled himself. The world is reflecting self. And "Self" is everything you think you HAVE and ARE.

"When I close my eyes this world is shut out and I, am blind to the outer world. Then I feel myself into the state of my desire. With my inner eye I see it all around me. And I have the feeling of relief, knowing it is accomplished." - Neville

do anything you wish in your mind. You are so powerful in your mind that NOBODY can imprison you, you can only imprison yourself. Nobody can free you, you can only free yourself. You are the ruler in your mind. It is entirely up to you, to be what you desire to be in your mind.

"Don't think in terms of things coming to you. Think in terms of things coming FROM you. This means it was within you all along." - Edward Art

[go to PART 3, "He who will not live by love must be subdued by fear" ] ⤑

#neville goddard #loa advice #loatumblr #loa blog #law of assumption #manifesting #living in the end #edward art

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I've been following your work since the beginning of Turbinio and i'm COMPLETELY IN LOVE with your writing. When i saw that you take requests i just screamed

can you please write a Gyro or Diego nsfw? I'm so curious to read one of your nsfw and i'm sure it will be wonderful!

I HAVE TO SAY THAT YOUR REQUEST MADE ME SHY AND I TOOK LONGER THAN I SHOULD HAVE WRITING THIS BECAUSE I'VE NEVER WRITTEN AN NSFW IN MY LIFE

I really have a problem choosing between two options, usually I always want both. In this case it was no different, I had to put both in the same fic because I love a weirdo and an idiot cowboy together

Well, I hope you like it, because I particularly think I did a good job considering this is my first time writing something like this and thank you very much for your trust😭😭❤️❤️❤️

✦ Change Partners - Gyro Zeppeli/Diego Brando ✦

You didn't consider yourself to be a jealous or even vindictive person. But that didn't cross your mind when you saw Gyro reveling in the whims and attention of his fans and, huffing with rage, you went to the bar in search of something better than a bottle of whiskey.

WARNINGS: NSFW, adult content, sex, birds and bees +18 and that kind of stuff

Word Count: 6216 (I'm incapable of writing anything smaller than that)

Naturally, you had to be on your guard at all times, because you fully realized, in the lucidity of your jealousy, the danger of those flirtations. You tried to turn around, but you couldn't - not because of a physical impediment, just because you simply couldn't move.

You were being a fool to feel hurt. But you were enraged by the whole thing; your mind in an irrational moment called him a disgusting traitor, a pervert, a womanizer and a bastard, and it was possible that you would have ended up losing your mind if you hadn't realized that what angered you most was Gyro depriving you not of a certain specific satisfaction, but of some general freedom, even if without realizing it.

During the months riding with the two men, you and Gyro made a habit of torturing Johnny with flirtations and jokes with ulterior motives. At first, it was all a joke initiated by Gyro, and you took it as such. Until the compliments and flirting continued even in Johnny's absence, and then during a confrontation with a group of terrorists. Of course, you knew that Gyro was never the most serious man in the world, but flirting became commonplace in situations that were too insinuating for what was supposed to be just a joke to annoy Johnny.

Of course, you reciprocated the flirting. Apart from the expected loneliness of taking part in a transcontinental race, the fact that you were one of the few, if not the only, woman in the race didn't help when it came to trusting a partner, even for one night. Your mother did very well to make you paranoid about venereal diseases and broken hearts, and you made a point of honoring her even if it meant sacrificing a certain frequency of pleasures.

But Gyro was everything you needed and more. Handsome, strong, funny, charming, Italian accented and reasonably hygienic, something too high for what you were used to seeing. And, surprisingly, he kept flirting with you. And he seemed extremely happy when you reciprocated, just as he seemed highly frustrated when Johnny made a point of interrupting a kiss he was about to steal from you.

And now he was there, planted at the finish line, paying attention to the dozens of women who made a point of touching his muscles and hair - and he was receiving all this attention with a damn golden smile on his face.

You were trying to be reasonable, though. You couldn't be absolutely sure that in the course of the race he hadn't casually established some inappropriate relationship with unknown women; of course, no matter how much you controlled yourself, there would always be cold stares with extremely elaborate explanations to say that he wasn't unaccompanied. Your jealousy would sink its pointed fangs into the fine filigree of the Italian's falsehoods, but in the end you felt you had no reason for serious alarm. It was normal for him to stay with other women for one night. Irresistibly obvious in this race. From the sweaty drunk with large breasts to the young woman full of herself with the almost insignificant possibility of no venereal disease.

What infuriated you, you already knew. Your feelings for Gyro didn't allow you to be with other men. You'd rejected gentlemen like Mountain Tim based only on the remote possibility that one day Gyro would take the flirting to the next level, as easily as he does with his fans. But months have passed and this man has brought you nothing but frustration.

Clenching your fists and watching the sun go down, you threw your devastated conscience out of the window. You felt romantic, hot, thirsty and very, very angry. You spun on your heels and pulled your horse up in front of a saloon, tying it to the post and taking a deep breath before entering.

Guiding yourself through the depraved netting of the lamp-lit veranda, you walked through the door. The bar had a dim, impossibly ruby light that always signaled dubious strongholds in the old United States, but here it meant a strictly family place made for refuge. As you crossed the saloon, you had to skirt around a group of women who were saying goodbye to each other with mille grâces after an afternoon of drinks. With a harsh exclamation of recognition, one of them lunged at you. It was a short girl who attacked you with a smile of admiration, gleaming with curiosity.

With pleasure, you greeted her. As a woman who was a candidate to win the race, you had become extremely popular, but unfortunately, your positive reputation was restricted to women.

You sat down in front of the counter for a drink. The moon-faced attendant was holding a tray with eight glasses of sherry, but made a point of serving you with your whisky. You thanked him.

The atmosphere seemed to suit your mood and it wasn't long before the cup was empty. Feeling hot, you took off unnecessary clothes and left them on the counter, thinking.

What the hell was wrong with you? You and Gyro had been through so much together, and just one little group of women was enough to make him completely forget about you? You shuddered, feeling foolishly betrayed. It was warm enough that you didn't notice the tingling in your nose as you held back your sobs.

Was he too much for you? No, he wasn't. Throughout your life, you've heard enough compliments to be sure that you were prettier than most other women, even if the obstacles and conditions of the Steel Ball Run left you more overwhelmed. And Gyro was no Mountain Tim or Johnny Joestar, you thought.

He just had charm. Apart from that, you were prettier, smarter, and had a lot more potential than he did. But what on earth did a group of women have that you didn't?

Several women, you thought, being only one. And then your questions began to escape from your head to overflow into your mouth and then into the attendant's ears.

"Me, beautiful, smart, sexy, and alone. Can you believe it?"

It was then that the tired attendant turned around, picked up a fancy cup and placed it on the counter in front of your melancholy head. Before you could look, you shuddered at the thud and, after glancing at the attendant's face, looked down at the glass.

A very fancy drink that you had never seen before. Something like Scotch whisky, you judged by the color and smell.

"For you." The attendant said, and you raised your head.

"Oh, you were touched and gave it to me as a gift?" You asked, holding the cup and smelling the aroma.

''No, that guy asked for you.’’

"Huh?''

A little disappointed, you saw that the attendant pointed at someone behind you.

''Really? How tacky! I just want to see the bragger that...''

And a pair of somehow emerald-blue eyes shone. His hair shone like candlelight as he lifted his face to look at you. A look so intense and direct that, if it could make a sound, it would be the same as a sword being drawn. His expression was seductive, yet cordial, retaining all the life that pulsed from the muscles marked under the sleeve of his navy blue shirt. His hat made him a man who needed no introduction.

Dio.

Then you turned your head back to the attendant like a pigeon would.

Diego Brando? The pretty, talented, British jockey, Diego Brando? What the hell was he doing in a place like that? Why did he buy you that drink?

"Are you going to miss this chance?'' The attendant asked. "Since you're so alone.''

He was right, after all. You felt pathetic like you needed help. Like seeing a kitten with its head stuck in a meat can.

''(Y/N)?'' A voice echoed behind you. ''(Y/N), the horsewoman?''

''Ah!''

You can't help but be startled. You were so surprised that you didn't turn around to see who it was, the person had to sit down next to you before you could look. It was Diego Brando, in flesh, bones and beauty. You'd never seen him so close, and he knew your name? That was an honor. An honor so great that your cheeks heated up ridiculously.

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?'' He asked once more, his relaxed, pointed eyes coming closer to you with a confident smile.

As a last resort, you confirmed your identity, without much idea of how to continue the conversation. Diego seemed engaged with you. He asked interesting questions, made surprising comments and seemed to know you in a strangely satisfying way. Diego Brando ordered the same drink you were having, and now you knew the name. Of course, you were too drunk to record it, but watching the attendant prepare the drink you understood that it was something with Scotch whisky, orange and a strange but delicious syrup.

"I saw some of your work and I found it exciting.’’ He said

Diego kept the conversation going. You were too dazed and drunk to think of anything decent to say, and you were pleased with how elegantly he took on the task of doing it for you. That man seemed like a promise, you thought. A promise seductively concealed yet nobly kept. A promise that tonight you would have company.

"Who knew that the great British jockey liked my work?'' You said when he vaguely mentioned a championship you took part in a few years ago.

"I did my research. You're fascinating, you know that?'' He smiled when he saw you smile in response. ''Your performance in the fourth stage? Fascinating too. You beat me twice.''

''Jeez, do you even remember that? It was pure luck and little reward...''

"Besides...'' He took a sip of his drink and put it on the counter. ''You're breathtakingly beautiful up close.''

Man, what a shame. You thought. But he's so hot.

You weren't very happy with so many compliments coming from someone like Diego. His ulterior motives were obvious, and so were yours. Diego was rich, famous, very handsome and, above all, British. You weren't stupid and you knew that no man like him would compliment a woman so freely.

But then again, he's so hot. And the evening was getting interesting, everyone was looking at you. You couldn't let it end there, on that counter. And Gyro will see.

"Hey, Diego...'' You said, resting your chin on your hand, languid as a mermaid. ''I'm tired of staying down here, it's too noisy. Don't you want to drink and chat upstairs?’’

He looked around discreetly. He was still alone and had already drunk his share of whisky.

''But in this place? Are you sure?''

''Of course.'' You laughed seductively. ''Or are you afraid I'll beat you again?''

''Maybe I'd like that, miss.''

You finished your drinks and went upstairs. You tried to hold back the urge to vomit - so easily attributable to fear and alcohol - but you felt a small weight suddenly burning in your belly. You bit your lip hard, and the nausea didn't overwhelm you.

He didn't want to talk, that much was clear. But if you still had a shred of doubt, it simply disappeared when he locked the bedroom door and grabbed your waist. His breath was warm and smelled of whisky and jasmine as he stood in front of you, his hands tighter, his figure silhouetted against the murky room, illuminated by the thin candles.

"Miss...'' He said serenely. ''Unless you have any other business to attend to, I believe our conversation is over.''

You remained motionless, your vision blurred, and at that instant you heard your heart explode. It was a small, sharp sound, like the snap of a flower stem breaking.

He was slow and careful; so were you. Every touch, every moment needed to be enjoyed, treasured - appreciated like a talisman of foolish revenge.

In the same way that a gentleman pours his guest's glass of wine before serving himself, Diego took off his shirt before taking off yours. You touched every soft cavity of his torso, the hidden places of his body. You felt the grace and strength of every curve of his bones, the wonder of his tightly entwined muscles, slender and supple across the width of his shoulders, smooth and solid across the expanse of his back, rigid as young oak on the columns of his thighs.

Then his hands, cold as a lizard’s, landed on your breasts, giving you a pleasurable thermal shock.

"Diego...''

"You must be honored..." He said, his breath warm on your neck, teasing each nipple with small circular touches. "A man should pay homage to you and your body. Because you are beautiful and you have that right."

He kissed you and you closed your eyes. His lips were warm and dry, familiar - yet you felt a shockwave run through your body.

Your lips, which you threw in front of him so that he couldn't help but kiss them, paralyzed you and encouraged you. Now, looking down, you could clearly see the swelling and commotion in Diego's pants. As you were already too far gone to stop properly, and in fact were no longer able to hold back or wait for the slower progress of your shyness, you slid your hands between his thighs, on one of which you could see and feel something rigid and hard, confined by his pants, and for which your fingers couldn't find the end.

You didn't feel the air moving against your face, you didn't feel the hot breath coming from his nose or mouth. It was like kissing a mask. The air, humid, coming from the depths of his lungs, blew cold on your neck, like the exhalation of a cave. You felt the hairs on your arms stand on end and you took a step back, hoping that neither shock nor revulsion would be evident on your face.

Yes, revulsion. You were disgusted, but not by Diego. Diego was a gentleman, attractive, charming... but an enemy. Kissing him like that tasted like betrayal. Gyro and Johnny saved your life at the start of this damn race, and this is how you repay them?

His eyes were closed tightly. The muscle in his jaw twitched.

"I'm sorry...'' You whispered, squeezing the muscle in his arm to make him believe it. ''I can’t do it.''

"What?'' Confused by the sudden interruption, Diego kept his hands in the air, holding the glowing silhouette of where his waist should be. ''What do you mean?''

His clearly dissatisfied face showed how offended he was beginning to be by the situation. You bent down and picked up your shirt, thankful that it was the only piece of clothing you had taken off, and put it on with the same skill as a chimpanzee, staggering, grunting and cursing.

"I know...'' You said when you finally managed to get dressed. "Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I think the drink made me sick.''

And then you gave an embarrassed smile, opening the door and running out of that damn bar at such speed that you could beat any stage of the Steel Ball Run without needing your horse.

"It's hot as hell!" That's what they shouted after you.

You reached the cliffs just before noon. They weren't really cliffs, more like limestone ledges and columns, jutting out of the yellowish grass of the surrounding hills, like the ruins of an ancient city. The clear tips showed cracks and fissures caused by the passage of time and the weather, dotted with thousands of tiny, strange plants, which found a foothold in the slightest remnant of eroded soil.

You left the horses on the grass and walked up to a wide, flat limestone ledge covered with tufts of wild grass, just below the highest cluster of rocks. There was little shade from the sparse bushes, but at that height it was possible to feel a slight breeze.

"My, how hot it is!" Gyro said. He unbuttoned his shirt, which fell around his feet as he began to shed some of his clothes.

"What are you doing, Gyro?" You asked, trying not to laugh.

"Taking my clothes off." He answered pragmatically. ''Why don't you do the same, bella? You're sweatier than I am.''

"Me? Take off my clothes? Which of those rocks did you hit your head on?"

He laughed, his voice resonating in his broad chest and glistening in the sunlight.

''There's no one to see, don't worry!"

''Oh, yes, of course... You're just another horse grazing around, aren't you?''

"I'm the best audience you can imagine." He joked. "At least take off the parts of your clothes that are making you sweat."

After a moment's hesitation, you did as he suggested. It was an entirely isolated spot; too rocky and hard for sheep, the chance of even a stray flock getting up there was very remote, and Johnny would be busy in camp for quite a while. And alone, naked, away from Johnny and the waves of unwelcome fans... Gyro spread his cape on the ground as you stripped off your sweat-stained clothes, leaving only a strip on your chest and your pants.

All my clothes are making me sweat, you thought critically.

He stretched languidly and lay down, his arms behind his head, completely oblivious to curious ants, sparse pebbles and thorny stumps of vegetation.

"your skin must be like goat leather." You observed. "How can you lie like that on the bare ground?"

Naked like him, you stretched out more comfortably in the thick folds of the cape he had thoughtfully laid out for you.

He shrugged, his eyes closed against the heat of the afternoon sun. The light bathed him in gold where he lay, making him glow in golden-red tones against the dark background of the wild grass.

"That's good for me. But you have to be careful, it would be a shame if those ants stung your beautiful skin." He said comfortingly, and fell silent. The sound of his breathing was close enough to reach you above the faint whine of the breeze that crossed the rocky ridges above you.

You turned over on your stomach and rested your chin on your crossed arms, watching him. He was broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hips, with long, vigorous hips and thighs, and slight depressions formed by hard muscles even when he was relaxed. The warm, gentle breeze stirred the still-damp tufts of soft, hay-colored hair in his armpits and ruffled the golden hair that fluttered delicately about his wrists, where it held his head. The slight breeze was welcome, because you could feel the warm sun on your shoulders and shoulder blades.

God, how you loved that man. Every fiber of your being loved every fiber of his being. The bad jokes, the singing, the flirting, the impromptu songs, everything that made your day in the race better was him. You smiled, and smiling you felt your heart beating like a drum against his cape. You breathed heavily, trying to control your beats, as if he might hear them at any moment.

"Did you manage to sleep?" He asked, smiling.

"I think so. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby."

''As always."

The outline of a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. After a moment, he rolled over on top of the cover, much closer to you. A few leaves clung to his back and arms, but he didn't mind them as much as he minded the leaves on your shoulders. He pushed one of them away and you shivered slightly at the touch of his fingers.

However, instead of continuing to remove the leaves, he stepped back a little and watched you, leaning on one elbow. Gyro saw something in your expression that he didn't understand and that made him slightly uneasy.

"A penny for your thoughts." He said, tilting his head, his shiny hair sliding down his face.

You looked at him and gave a sad smile.

''Nothing, it's just... Whisky really didn't suit me last night."

''Yeah... If I were you, I'd never drink again." He joked.

''What about you? What are you thinking?’’

He thought for a few seconds, then pulled the leaves back from your hair and shoulders, running his fingers along the ridges of your neck. Then he shifted just enough for you to see all of him and took a deep breath.

"Well... I was wondering..." He began, then stopped, the smile disappearing from his lips. He looked down, playing with a little flower that was popping up from the grass.

''Wondering what?"

"Why... you went into that room with Dio."

You thought your heart had stopped for an instant. You felt all the blood drain from your face, because you could feel the numbness of your lips as you tried to pronounce the words.

"With... Dio?"

''Don't worry, I didn't tell Johnny because I knew he'd be very upset... I know you were drunk, but you're not some kind of idiot. Diego could never seduce you, so... why?"

He raised his eyes, just trying to make a superficial attempt at a lopsided smile. But the unstable smile had faded and his face was as livid as his own. He lowered his eyes again, avoiding your fixed, shocked gaze.

"I guess everything I was imagining..." He muttered. "It was whether I'd done something wrong... Whether I should have gone to the bar with you when you invited me."

You saw him bite his lip as if he wished the words hadn't been said, but it was too late for that.

"How did you know?" You asked. You felt dizzy and exposed. You turned over on your stomach, pressing your body hard into the short grass.

He shook his head, his golden teeth still clenched over his lower lip. When he finally released it, a deep, reddish mark appeared where he had bitten it.

''(Y/N).'' He said, in a whisper. ''You don't know how to lie, let alone omit. I know you more than I should and less than I'd like to, but you're too confusing for me. The only thing I ask of you now that we're alone is sincerity. How long have we been riding? Two months? Three? Since the moment I saw you. And I've seen you smile and cry how many times... five hundred times or more?"

He then touched you with a finger, gently, like a moth's paw, tracing the line of your arm and shoulder, down your back until you shuddered at the touch and rolled over, pulling away and facing him.

"You've never been this distant with me." He said, his eyes attentive to the path his finger had traveled, dipping down to feel the curve of your spine. "Not even when I didn't even know your name did you act like this. But now... I thought you were tired, or simply scared of all these stand users we're meeting out there. But now I know better.''

Then there was a long silence. You could feel the strong, painful beating of your heart against the cold ground and hear the chatter of the wind in the pines. Small birds called, far away, and you wanted to be one of them. Or at least to be far away.

"Why?" He asked quietly. "Why lie to me and Johnny?"

You lowered your eyes, staring at your hands, clasped under your chin, and swallowed.

"If..." You started, swallowing again. "If I'd told you I'd been with Dio... you'd have asked about it, and then thought I was a traitor. I didn't think so... maybe you could forgive, but I would never forget."

You swallowed again. Your hands were cold despite the heat and you felt a ball of ice in your stomach. But if you were telling him the truth now, you should tell it in full.

''If you asked... and you did, Gyro, you did! I'd have to talk about it, relive it all over again and I was afraid...'' Your voice trailed off, unable to go on, but he didn't intend to let you go.

"Afraid of what?" He urged you on.

You turned your head a little, not looking at him, but enough to see his dark silhouette against the light, peeking through the bright curtain of the sun in his hair.

"I was afraid you'd know why I did what I did." You said serenely. ''Gyro... I was angry, I... How long did you stay out there, surrounded by women crazy about you? Long enough for me to drink a bottle of whisky and talk to Diego and go into the bedroom with him and... I was so angry, Gyro, about the race, the flirting. And because you'd forced me to do it... to go to that saloon alone. I wanted to do something to take my mind off you, to make sure I didn't think about you for at least one night. I did it, well, partly... because I wanted to hurt you...''

A muscle twitched at the corner of his mouth, but he kept looking down, staring at his interlocked hands. The chasm between you, so dangerously connected by a bridge, opened immeasurably, unbridgeable once again.

"Yes. Well, you did it.''

His mouth closed into a thin line and he didn't say another word for some time. Finally, he turned his head and looked straight at you. You wish you could have avoided those green eyes, but you couldn't.

''(Y/N),'' He said softly. "what did you feel... when I preferred to stay outside, with other women?''

A small shock ran through your body, from your scalp to the tips of your toes. It was the last question you wanted to hear.

You opened and closed your mouth several times before finding an answer.

"I don't know..." You said weakly. ''Anger, of course. I was furious, outraged, afraid and... feeling sorry for myself.''

"Were you jealous?'' He asked, his tone serious.

You took a deep breath, feeling the grass prickle your elbows.

"Yes. I think so.'' You bit your lip, looking down.

"Yeah, me too.'' His voice sounded low and practical next to your shoulder. ''I was angry too. Furious, outraged, and feeling sorry for myself.''

He put his two thumbs together, one on either side of a blade of grass, and concentrated on pulling it out by the roots. The leaf came off its stem with a tiny noise. Then he lifted it between his thumbs, brushing it lightly against his lips.

Your breathing was ragged and your eyes were brimming with tears, but not a single tear escaped to slide down your cheek. You saw Gyro drop the grass and lean his head forward, resting it on his knuckles.

"You said you wanted to hurt me. Well, the thought of you in bed with Diego hurt more than any injury I've ever suffered on this race...''

"But I did nothing!'' You immediately tried to explain yourself. ''I... I was going to, but I said I was sick so I left first. I didn't go to bed with him, Gyro...''

His mouth opened silently, then closed tightly for a moment, until he found the strength to continue.

''I don't know if my injury is mortal, but bella... I feel the blood drain from my body every time I look at you.''

The silence between you grew and deepened. The slight buzz of an insect calling from the rocks vibrated in the air.

Gyro was motionless, his face expressionless as he stared at the ground below. You couldn't bear that expressionless face and the thought of what might be hidden behind it. You had caught a glimpse of his despairing fury at various times and your heart cringed at the thought of that hatred, mastered at such a frightening cost and now held in an iron grip that contained not only anger, but confidence and joy.

You desperately searched for some way to break the silence that separated you; some gesture that would restore the lost trust between the two of you. Gyro sat up straight, his arms wrapping tightly around one knee, and turned, staring out over the tranquil distant valley.

You reached over the chasm that separated them and put your hand on his arm. It was warm from the sun, alive to the touch.

"I love you, Gyro.''

His head slowly turned towards you. His face still looked calm, although his emerald eyes narrowed even more as he stared at you in silence. He reached out and finally placed his hand on your cheek.

"Ti amo anch'io, mia bella.''

You looked down and smiled, letting out an embarrassed giggle.

"You know I have no idea what you said...'' Your lips were trembling so much that you could barely pronounce the words.

Suddenly, the hand that was holding your cheek rested on the back of your neck, and he surprised you when he kissed you forcefully and impetuously. Then he pulled you closer to him, holding you tightly, your mouth matching his. Then he laid you on the ground, his weight immobilizing you. His broad shoulders darkened the bright sky above you and his hands held your wrists, keeping you prisoner.

Then he stopped kissing you, pulling his face away to admire your form.

"Ah, bella... you don't know how long I've imagined what you'd taste like.'' He murmured, leaning down briefly to kiss your neck. You can't help but be exasperated. "But I'm still furious.''

''Furious? Gyro...''

"I'm furious because that bastard Diego kissed you before I did." He said firmly. ''That hurt more than waking up from the hangman's noose to feel the knife plunging into my stomach to extract my guts, bella...''

You let the air out of your lungs with a moan when, firmly, he undressed your breasts and plunged his face into them, emerging again to kiss you, and then caress you.

"I was a fool. But now I know how much I want you. How much I love you. Me. Only me.'' He said, the words punctuated by kisses on your neck. "Do you hear me? Only me. Never anyone else, only me! Look at me, say it! Look at me, (Y/N)!''

Your hands, lost in desire, pulled him in for another kiss. His weight was like a rock on your chest. He moved his hips against you as he undressed you, in an imperious command, and you felt your legs spread for him in ecstasy.

"Gyro...'' You murmured, now feeling him pull down his pants and lean in again. The friction of his skin made you throw yourself at him, wanting more. And more.

"I want you...'' He said, more softly. "for me. I want you to say you're mine. My girl.''

You felt the rough, thorny grass under your body, just as you felt his hand descend from your hip to your folds, exploring, playing, teasing. He felt and slid over every inch of your body, his lubricated fingers occasionally wetting the inside of your thigh when he tried to spread your legs further apart. He was delicate, something you would never expect from him. Calm and delicate, as if he was looking for the right spot to pleasure you - even if he was about to explode if he didn't seek his own pleasure soon, the vigorous member framed by tufts of lightly trimmed blond hair made that clear.

Its prodigious size made you shudder and prop yourself up on your elbows. You can't, without pleasure, contemplate without venturing to touch; such length, such thickness of living ivory. Perfectly tanned and shaped; the arrogant rigidity stretched the skin, whose lustrous, velvety softness was highlighted by a tuft of curly, blond hair around the base; then, the broad, rosy head, and the blue streamers of its veins, you'd never imagined anything like it.

Without being distracted from your lukewarm lust, you kissed him again and jolted when you felt his shaking, wet fingers inside you.

You moaned and Gyro swallowed your moan with another kiss, his thumb firmly and perfectly positioned on your clitoris. You could feel the pungency of pointed rods crushed in the grass, like the scent of the man who possessed you. Your breasts were flattened under him and you felt the hairs on his chest stimulating your skin as your bodies rubbed together.

"Bella... Why are you shaking?'' He whispered in your ear.

Gasping, you tried to organize your thoughts to answer.

''I'm not... Ah!''

He let out a soft, playful ''nyo-ho'' when he saw you squirm beneath him. His fingers were firm on a perfect spot that now made you shiver and moan in a way you had never done before. The fingering continued, to the point where you could hear the sticky sound of his fingers.

"You're shaking, see?'' He joked, but you were too busy exploding in waves of pleasure to laugh.

You felt an intense shiver run down your spine, cruelly interrupted when Gyro took his fingers out of you and caressed your cheek, wetting it with your own fluids.

He suddenly penetrated you hard, and you moaned and would have turned your head, but he held your face between his hands, forcing you to face him, to see his sweet, wide mouth contorted with pleasure. You gasped as he gave you what you were looking for. You thrust against him as if you wanted to escape, your back arching, pressing against his body. He lay fully on top of you, barely moving, so that your most intimate connection seemed little more than the joining of your skins.

You closed your eyes, escaping the intensity of that gaze, and sharpened your ears to hear him panting and moaning just like you. A delicate, inexorable pressure turned your head to face him again, while the rhythmic movements continued, softer.

"No, mia bella...'' He said half-voiced. ''Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at what you've done to me.''

And you looked, trapped, bound to him. You watched as he dropped the last of his masks and revealed to you the depths of his own being. His body held you captive, guiding you ahead of his noose, like the west wind in the sails of a ship.

And you traveled into him, as he into you, so that when the last little storms of love began to shake you, he moaned louder, brutally usurping control as he moved to the rhythm of your inexorable pleasure.

Gyro didn't need more than a few thrusts before he was overwhelmed by the wave that rushed down his spine and erupted like a rebar crashing against the rocks. When you parted, he plunged his face into your breasts again. His head was just an indistinct golden spot against your chest. The holes in the granulated leaves in the sky above you admitted only a faint glow into the heavy sky; the distant rumble of an autumn thunderstorm murmured constantly in the hills beyond your fragile tree walls. Gyro was still stiff, so stiff with desire that the touch of your hand made him moan again with a need close to pain.

When he could no longer endure the rest, he possessed you again, and you moved together, hard, pressing, desiring, longing for that moment of ultimate union, and fearing to reach it, knowing that after it there would only be exhaustion and uncertainty.

Over and over again he brought you to ecstasy, without you knowing exactly how, holding back, stopping, gasping into your neck with affectionate and sometimes nonsensical words in Italian, then shuddering. Until finally, you touched his face, threaded your fingers through his hair, squeezed him tightly and arched your back and hips under him, pushing, urging.

"Come on...'' He said in a whisper, "Now. With me, bella.''

He surrendered to you and you to him, desperation taking over passion, so that the echo of your moans seemed to die away slowly, resounding in the darkness of the cold clearing floor.

You remained embraced, immobile, his body was a blessed weight, a shield and a consolation. A so solid body, so full of life and warmth. Why did you wait so long for this? Should you believe what he told you a few minutes ago?

"Listen...'' He finally said, softly. "Can you hear?''

At first, you heard nothing but the humming of the wind and the dripping of the dew through the leaves and daisies. Then you heard a steady, slow beat of his heart, pulsing against you, and yours against him, both in the same rhythm, in the rhythm of desire. The blood flowed through his body, and through its fragile link, through you and back to him.

You lay like that, entwined. Finally, he pulled away and got dressed, looking around.

"Are you looking for Johnny?'' You asked, standing up and feeling your legs go numb and somehow sticky.

"He must have left us by now.'' Gyro replied, in a good mood. ''What did we come here for anyway?''

You sighed and laughed.

''Water, Gyro.'' You replied. ''To get water for us and the horses.''

#diego brando x reader #gyro x reader #steel ball run #diego brando #gyro zeppeli #jjba part 7 #jojos bizzare adventure #ao3fic

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Surprise Birth- Diavolo Route

I finally got around to writing this one!

For those who may be new or simply don't remember, I originally wrote a series for most of the Boys where they and MC have a children. After starting that, I was asked to make a version where neither MC nor their lover knew about the pregnancy till MC was giving birth. I did this for all of the Brothers and now I'm doing this for Dia and MC's child.

Unlike with the original birth (which can be found here), MC's pregnancy will be no where as difficult as before and will be much more covert, hence why she doesn't know about it till she gives birth.

Also, just a warning. This Surprise Birth turned out pretty different from the other. I was really struck with inspiration so I added more world building elements to this one than I have the other. I think this was a good addition and I'm very proud of my work, but please tell me what you think!

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi | Satan, Asmo | Beel, Belphie

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MC remembers it; the night that changed everything. A night where only after it happened did she realize she knew so little about the Devildom, despite calling it her home.

Dia had just bought her a new dress for a party. It wasn't going to be a fun one, according to him. It was one of many the prince had to go to. For royalty, a party is just work under the guise of relaxation and fun. In truth, the man found them to be very draining; that's why he had asked MC to join him. At least he'd be able to spend time with her instead of secretly counting down the clock till he can leave in a polite manner.

Devil, she was nervous, but she was determined to go and support her boyfriend no matter what. And he was so excited too! He had his designer make this beautiful red lace dress. It was long, but with a deeper 'V' than she has ever worn and was cut along one side to show off her whole left leg.

(Btw the way, I love this dress so much! I'm dropping in the pics so you can see too okay bye)

She loved it--except it didn't fit. The woman really didn't realize until that moment that she actually gained weight. With hindsight, the woman wished she would have looked into why she had suddenly gained the weight, but at the time, she had no reason to think it was anything serious. She assumed that she had just been snacking too much lately.

It was so embarrassing for her to admit to her boyfriend that the dress didn't fit. After all, he went through all that trouble to have a dress be designed for her and the amount of grimm he spent on it was probably more than she could make in a lifetime.

Still, Dia didn't care at all. To him, it was such a trivial thing to have his designer make the dress a bit bigger, even though it was last minute, and he didn't care that her stomach bulged out just a little more than before. In his mind, his Queen was still gorgeous; she could weigh double what she weights now and it still wouldn't matter to him.

Diavolo was insanely sweet, as always. Once the new dress came and MC's hair and makeup was all done, the couple headed out to the party at the Abalams' estate.

She remembers being all starry-eyed at the party. Classical music being played by a live orchestra, demons of so many genders and styles wearing the most beautiful clothes (though some wore very little at all; MC thought her dress was a bit revealing, but in truth, her dress looked more conservative in comparison with the other guests' attire), food the human couldn't even identify but was actually excited to try (as long as Dia said they were safe for her to eat).

The woman was so excited...until she noticed all eyes on her. MC didn't know if it was because she was a human attending a party for the demonic elite or if it was because she was attending as the date to the literal demon prince.

Her grip on her boyfriend's arm tighten, causing him to lean in and whisper in her ear.

"My Queen, breathe. And smile. All with be fine."

The woman took a deep breathe like he told her and gave her best attempt at a smile for the other guests.

That's when a woman came into view. She was wearing...something. There wasn't a single thread of cloth on this woman. Instead, she wore an intricate series of metal and gemstones. It hid very little of her body and made a slight jingle with each step, reminding the human of a cat with a bell on their collar. Her long white hair was wrapped in two bun on her head, big enough to cover the pale horns behind them. Somehow, she gave off this air of both fitting in with her environment and contrasting with it.

"Dia!" The woman threw her arms around the prince, who smiled back.

"Lady Abalam, glad to see you're cheerful as always."

Lady Natalona Abalam, as she was then told, was a lust demon and the oldest daughter of Matriarch Abalam, a well respected pride demon.

The Abalams were one of Diavolo's biggest supporters in the Primordial Senate, a group of the oldest families in the Devildom with enough political influence to make the royal family weary.

Not too long ago (by demon standards), the Abalams and the royal family were at odds politically. The Abalams were proud members of the Aldatu faction, a political party within demonic society. They believe change is always beneficial. With change comes chaos and chaos is the path demons have walked since the beginning of time.

Back when Diavolo was growing up, his family was backing the Traditionalist faction, a political party that believed order was not just meant for the Celestial realm and could be used in small does to keep their society in line and to continue following the ways of the Old Ones.

When Diavolo's father fell into his deep slumber though, Dia essentially was given fully reign for his family and his kingdom. Though a stressful change, it was also one where he felt like he could make a real difference and really believed true peace could be brought to the Three Realms, that each race could learn from and understand one another.

Such views were heavily discouraged by the Traditionalists and so he used his authority as prince to change alliances. Honestly, this woman never realized just how much effort he truly put into things. Diavolo did more than build a school and start an exchange program. He fought in the trenches that were his people's politics, gained allies and enemies alike in order to push his people and the people of the other realms into a new age.

MC felt ashamed. How was she only learning all of this now? Yes, most of this work took place long before she was born, but these were still realm altering accomplishments of her boyfriend's and she never knew.

The demon woman pulled back and smiled at MC.

"Awwww, you must be that cute little human he always talks about~."

MC blushed.

"Hi, ya, I guess I am--."

The demoness threw her arms around her.

"You are just too cute!" She gushed. "I could just eat you up~."

The woman broke the hug and stood back.

"Kidding, kidding." She laughed. "Trust me, I am so not my sister."

Diavolo laughed with her before changing the subjects.

"Oh, I heard about the incident. How's your fiancée healing up?"

"Oh she's fine, believe me." The demoness smiled. "Honestly? She bruised her ego way more than anything--shit."

Dia raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything alright?"

The demoness laughed.

"Just...give me a minute please." She said before slipping by the couple and running the fastest she could in her heels towards another demoness who had grabbed one of the waiters by the collar and lifted him from the ground. "V, put him down or so help me!"

Apparently, V was Lady Viviana Uwan; a wrath demon and Lady Abalam's fiancée.

That interaction was one of many that night that taught her what her boyfriend's job really was and gave her a glimpse at Devildom society that she never truly saw.

By the end of the night, MC was overwhelmed with all of the knowledge she had collect. It's scary, in a way, when you realized the place you've loved for so long was more of a stranger to you. Funnily enough, RAD didn't prepare her for the 'real world' here in the Devildom any better than the school in the Human realm prepared her for the 'real world' there.

Not to mention all she's learned about her boyfriend. Like, how is she learning all about his accomplishments from strangers? Why has Dia never told her about any of this?

Noticing the change in his Queen's mood, Dia excused himself from a conversation and led MC out to an empty balcony overlooking a garden.

"Are you getting tired, Sweetheart? You aren't looking too well."

MC shook her head and leaned against the marble railing. She stared out at the garden with this faraway look in her eyes.

"I don't even know the Devildom, do I?" She asked softly. "Do I even know you?"

"What do you mean?" His eyes widened.

He reached out to take her hand, but the human pulled hers away before turning to face him.

"The state of this place is so divided it's deadly." She told him. "Its so different than everything we learn at RAD. Student walk away not even knowing the real status of the realm they study in. We don't even have a political science class to explain the basics of this stuff."

The prince's frown deepen.

"RAD...is suppose to show the students the best of us; especially to the transfer students." He explained. "It's to show that even with our darker side that we are redeemable, that we area capable of peace and understanding."

"Then why hide it from me?" The woman started tearing up. "And why not tell me about all you did to make this possible? The school, the cultural exchange, the societal changes? You treat it all like a small thing that just happened to work in your favor, but you worked for it. For hundreds of years! And I never knew..."

MC had no clue why she was crying and in truth, part of her knew being upset over this stuff was silly, but the woman still couldn't hold it in.

Dia reached out and pulled her into his arms. He rubbed her back as he gave her a minute to just cry in his arms.

"I admit, I'm at a loss for worlds." He kissed her head. "I'm sorry that this has been an overwhelming night for you. We'll head home now."

MC pulled back and wiped her face with her hand. She started to nodded in response before noticing movement in the corner of her eyes. When she tried focusing on it, her head was overwhelmed with a sharp pain. She close her eyes and raised a hand to her head.

"What is it? Sweetheart?"

MC just shook her head.

"Nothing, I... I saw something thing over there."

Dia turned around to see what his girlfriend was talking about and the next things the human knew, he was pushing her inside the building.

And then she heard an explosion.

MC opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry and bouncing around. She hear ringing in her ears and, seemingly in the distance, heard screaming.

It took her a minute to realize she was being carried. She heard Dia, who also sounded far away, to close her eyes, to not look at 'them'.

Then she passed out once again.

After that, MC remembers waking up in Dia's bed. Her brain was fuzzy at first, but she slowly started to remember the party. Body aching, the human started to slip out of bed, but stopped when the bedroom door starting opening.

Barbatos came in with a silver tray filled with food.

"Ah, I figured you'd be awake." The butler smiled his usual smile.

"Where Dia? What happen--"

"My lord is finishing up some business. I'll let him know you've awaken, but first, you must eat."

Thats when the human learned she had been unconscious for the past 36hrs. The party had been attacked, but both herself and Diavolo were okay.

Later, she learned from Dia that the attack at the party was led by the Traditionalists...and their target was MC herself.

The Aldatu viewed MC as a pleasant curiosity. The Traditionalists, however, viewed her as a symbol of everything that has gone wrong in their realm.

No where was safe for the human; even if Diavolo sent her home to the Human realm, these demons would just track her down. All Dia could do for his girlfriend was lockdown the castle, armor the building up with wards and defenses, and prepare for civil war.

And that's how MC's months of isolation began. Her boyfriend was out leading armies. Lucifer and his brothers were out fighting a new war...and the woman felt like it was all her fault.

MC spent her isolation deep in depression. She felt like all she did was eat and sleep so when she gained weight, she blamed herself for that too.

Some days she was so worried sick about her boyfriend and the brothers that she'd find herself in the bathroom, puking.

Occasionally Barbatos would come check on her and ease the pain in her heart just a bit, but mostly it was just herself and the occasional Little D in the fortified castle for months on end.

Eventually, an end did come for MC, but by the devil was it a painful one.

After months of isolation and weight gain, the woman start having these horrible cramps. The Little Ds didn't know how to help her, but promised to send word to Barbatos so he could instruct them on the matter.

Twelve hours of this pain came and went. The woman was leaning against the post of the bed, heavily sobbing and praying to universe that if she has to died, just do it. End her suffering because that's all she wanted at this point.

A pool of blood was under her feet her feet and half a baby was hanging out below her, but she couldn't recognize anything over the pain she felt.

She didn't even hear the door open.

After months of war, Diavolo was home. Barb told him that he had gotten a message from the Little Ds that MC wasn't feeling well so he rushed to his room and practically slammed open the door, just to find his girlfriend bent over the bed, blood dripping down her legs, and a baby hanging between them.

"MC!" Dia rushed to her side just in time to catch her as she fell, her vision going black.

She saw a glimpse of her boyfriend before the darkness came and before she slipped away, the human felt some peace.

He's okay. He came back to me.

Diavolo sat out in the hallway, head in his hands. Barbatos had brought him a chair to wait in over an hour ago and he's been here ever since. He had one doctor in his room with MC and another in the room down the hall, tending to his son.

His son. In any other situation, this man would be downright overjoyed right now. He's a father. He has a child with the woman he loves more than his own existence. But everything is wrong.

He fought a war to keep her safe, but in the end, he also neglected her. He didn't know she was pregnant. Devil, there's so much he would have done if he had just known. Instead, his Queen suffered for months her own and as she birthed his son, the baby's overdeveloped horns cut through her. His son could have killed her just as easily as the extremists that originally targeted her. If he had been a bit slower returning home, what would have happened to his Sweetheart?

Honestly, Diavolo has never loathed himself more in his entire life than he did right now. MC is the most precious being to him in all three realms. How could he have let this happen?

MC's doctor came out to let the prince know that his girlfriend was stable. He gave Dia a list of potions and salves that needed to be given to her twice a day for the next few weeks at minimum, but otherwise she should make a full recovery.

Dia thanked the doctor before rushing into the room, finding his beloved awake, but incredibly pale from all of the blood loss she suffered.

"Dia?" The woman spoke tiredly, still seeming a bit out of it. "What happened?"

Diavolo knelt at the side of the bed and took her hand in his, pressing them against his heart.

"You had my child." He said, broken hearted. "I'm so sorry I didn't know."

"I...what?" Her eyes widen. "I thought I was dying."

You could have.

That thought crushed the man. The prince laid his head on the human's torso and silently cried.

"Sweetie..." MC took her other hand and stroked his red hair. "It's okay; I'm okay."

But you almost weren't.

Instead of speaking that thought, the demon just shook his head.

"I almost lost you..." The demon raised his head. "But never again, I swear to you that I will never leave your side again."

He gave her a gentle kiss.

"I...I want to be with you forever," He said softly. "Or however long this life will give you to me. And I want to dedicate myself to you in every way I can."

Dia took both her hands in his and stared down into her eyes.

"My Queen...please marry me."

MC just stared in disbelief.

"You would marry me? Even though I'm human..."

"Why would you say that? I've never had an issue with your humanity."

"But other demons have." She reminded him. "You literally went to war because of me."

"And I'd do it again," He placed a hand on their cheek. "Because nothing and no one is more important to me than you."

Tears streaked down MC's face.

"Do...do you mean it?"

"With every ounce of my being."

The woman sniffled before nodding.

"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

The two cried together as they kissed and held each other.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door followed by it being opened.

"Pardon the intrusion." The butler smiled. "But I assumed you two would be ready for him."

The man stepped inside, holding the baby swaddled in a soft red blanket

Dia grinned the biggest smile of his life.

"Of course!" His eyes darted to MC before softening. "Let my future wife hold him first."

"My, so much has changed here in the castle so fast." Barbatos remarked as he walked over and carefully laid the babe in his mother's arms. "Congratulations, my lord and lady."

MC stared down at her son, feeling so much disbelief but even more love. She didn't know...she had no clue she was going to be a mother, but as she met her son's eyes, ones he shared with his father, the human couldn't help but be so incredibly grateful that things ended up the way they did.

The two named their son Ashur.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me diavolo #UnDateables' children

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Why big post about Aries in Aquarius season 😫 do one for Aquarius please

Hello dear,

It's because I need order.. if I don't have it I end up doing nothing, LOL. But I stopped to think and did something else... (okay, the Pisces Season just started, but whatever 😆). There's an old post of mine that I gave a good rework, I hope you like the new version.

They have free and unitary thinking - Even though they are the sign of the community, we cannot forget that Aquarius is the FIXED air sign, in addition to having been ruled by Saturn for many (MANY) years, so it understands that the community exists , but that there must be space between the self and the world. In this, in this space that Aquarians create between themselves and each other, what is most affected is their mind and consequently their worldview, this means that everything that passes through this person's mind first passes through their Aquarian lens, which changes all the information they receive by sharing their experiences and learning. Got confused? So let's go. The Aquarius man (or woman... or others) is that person who will listen to something and say something completely different, not because he is crazy, but because that said “something” triggers a series of experiences that these people have already had making A equals B for them… even if only in the mind, that's why weird dots get connect and it's not possible to control the Aquarian's reasoning.

They like the different - Wow, that's obvious Julia (← that's my name, okay), but it's true when we say that they are attracted to the different for simply being different, whether in fashion or in ideas, they will look for different plastic artists , clothing brands… Aquarians, however, will settle for something some time in their life. Once they are older,they have a more specific taste and that will accompany them for the rest of their lives, this could be a color, a band, a haircut… And this taste of theirs can even become a trend for a while, but when it doesn't, they'll still like it.

They are stylish - It is in my humble experience, women mostly. First, let's remember what the word style really means :“set of trends, tastes, characteristic ways of behavior of an individual or group”, that is, it is not what is in fashion. Having an Aquarius friend is seeing a piece of clothing and knowing it's going to like it because it's just like them. As I said before, they have a specific taste, even more so when they get older (young aquarius are still testing everything). At the beginning of their lives they do things to really shock, combining adolescence with Aquarian rebelliousness reminds me, and a lot, of the cyberpunk style, but after a while, they can continue wearing their Mohawks until they are 70 years old or simply, being in love with a cardigan, but you know THAT cardigan from your aquarius friend.

They have a creative mind - A creative mind in my view is one that will find a way to express their feelings, their soul in some way, so it's not surprising to see an Aquarius working in the arts or in more everyday jobs such as hairdresser and makeup artist. Aquarius have a taste for creativity, they have an artist's soul and the need for creation, you won't see every Aquarius with a watermelon around their neck, but maybe, when you go to see the character customization of one of their games, the character has hair green, purple mustache and orange vest (yes dad I'm talking about you)

They have a hidden side - They have something very similar to their former ruler partner Capricorn, which is separating the personal from the professional. They are one thing inside the house, another thing outside... but now this goes on to all other areas of their life, the emotional and personal of an Aquarius is hidden by their rational and social, the Aquarius will say what it believe to be the best for that moment, what it believe people need to hear and often leave their opinion aside, they do what they think will be more harmonious or what will bring more progress to their social bond. I've heard and read from several people (non-Aquarians)who see Aquarians as someone who likes to cause chaos and seek to "cause problem", but being honest, one of the greatest desires of Aquarians is to be accepted in society... do you think that they do this “by chance”? Or just to piss you off? You have a great ego, congratulations.

They give their best version - Out in the world, they always give their best, their brightest and most humanitarian side, but when they don't feel willing to be positive that day, they isolate themselves until they “return to normality”, soIt's super normal if your Aquarius friend doesn't see their cell phone for a while, they'll only answer you when they feel ready, not everything is ghosting ok.

They are selective - When you just meet an Aquarius it will talk deeply and a lot with you, but it's a test to know your commonalities and your character, if after that they don't have an affinity with you, you'll just be a colleague to greet, but you will not be their friend. Knowing this, yes, they are very annoying sometimes, even more so in societies where being extroverted is seen as a quality and being introverted is almost like a disease (I'm talking about you Brazil…), but they are there selecting what and who they will spend their energy on and many people will be left off the list.

“The Aquarius energy” - I see this energy as the energy of humanitarianism. When you went through the selection of the previous topic, you see that the Aquarius person likes to raise the mood of any situation, I see this through two methods, being them being logical with the solutions to problems or being able to see the positive side of everything that happens, no matter the way the have choose, they want to see their small group well and mostly together. I see a lot of aquarius people going to events and places they are not a fan of, but doing it because their group likes it a lot and they are happy about it.

They always want that person who doesn't care about them... - For some reason, they always fall in love with that person who isn't giving them the slightest bit of attention, that they need to put up a sign saying "I like you" to their crush knowing they exist.. Aquarians are romantic people, especially women, and they like a challenge, so for some reason the idea of earning their own lover and going against all negative possibilities is something that excites them.

They are connected to sounds - Remember when I said that they have different taste, are stylish and selective… This happens a lot with music. That person who lives with headphones listening to music, who doesn't drive without it radio... Probably Aquarius. I see many having a favorite band, others who like only one style of music, but Aquarians are people who have a soundtrack to their life and their senses are very involved in the sounds they hear.

They are terrible liars - You probably don't know this part, but one of the symbols of Aquarius is the titan Prometheus who, even if he got screwed afterwards, brought fire to humanity. One of the representations of fire is truth, it is stepping out of the darkness and knowing what is real and that spark runs through all Aquarians. And well... the lie is the opposite of the truth, so people who are always looking for the truth don't end up becoming a good liar. I'm not going to say they don't lie, I do (and I'm an Aquarius) but they tend to blurt out what they really think rather than blurt out a lie that they end up screwing themselves over it. The biggest part of not being able to lie is not being able to lie to themselves, they can't deceive themselves to do something they don't like for example, because their nature does not allow them to do what they don't think is right. Also, they are good at detecting lies too..

They joke about everything - You know that person who makes an uncomfortable joke in the middle of a tense situation?…Nice to meet you, Aquarius. Many will be surprised and even irritated with them, and yes, over the years many Aquarians learn not to make jokes with people they don't know... but they are the kings of sarcasm, that's why they always put a joke in the middle of a tense situation.

They love to question - They are very curious and can't see an opportunity to learn more passing in front of them, so if they have the openness to ask and delve into the subject... they will ask and delve further into the subject... it is also a great strategy for them to strike up conversations and get closer.. so pay attention to this if you're into an Aquarius person.

They love change - Aquarius is a free spirit and air sign, so they don't like to put down roots and always change a little behavior to have a new routine, a new job or even go to a new country…. But we also cannot forget its fixed nature and its regencies. Being from Uranus, they always want to see new things quickly, for the world to change as quickly as possible, after all, chaos is the spark of creation, and with Saturn… they love change, but mostly in others, when others change to do something, because many times the Aquarius wants to continue doing the same and the make the other moves the gears of transformation.

They are liberal - Are they judgmental of others' behavior and beliefs? Yes. But for them. “Is this person's belief good for me?”, it turned out, what the other does (which is not illegal) is the other's problem. You'll see them in many different social groups, not wanting to change anyone's opinion if no one asked and will let you have your way... just don't forget that the Aquarius won't change them for you either.

They seek positivism - Aquarius always seeks to make the best of the situation and people, so they will always see the reason for what happened from the other's point of view and will place less blame on the shoulders of others, things happen because they have to happen, they don't always have a culprit.

They know how to take criticism - If you got a "no" from an Aquarius when criticizing them it was for two reasons, either you haven't known them for a long time or they don't see you as an authority on the subject, Aquarius knows that others will be able to see details they don't understand and seek help from those they trust for advice, especially in the field of love. Yes, we know that sometimes it is necessary to be more humble and accept the opinion of people that we see as laymen... but it is difficult LOL

They are magical beings - They have a different energy, they try to connect with the spiritual and with nature in some way because they feel the need to clean themselves from human connections from time to time, they are very affected by other people's energy, that's why they resort to various spiritual practices and alone time.

Magic hands - This is certainly the most curious one, Aquarians are tactile and touch sensitive people, so they have a lot of energy in their hands and can develop techniques like reiki and massage very easily and they are nice about it. Now can you understand a little why they hate agglomerations and hugging and kissing people?

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