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Baby, Mine

Azriel x Reader - Angst/Fluff - One shot

Rhys returns from under the mountain and Azriel’s life is changed forever as a bond snaps with the female his brother brings back with him. After an unexpected pregnancy is revealed, Azriel strives to show his mate just how much she and their child mean to him. Please read warnings below.

Warnings: discussion of rape and S/A, pregnancy resulting from rape, mentions of trauma, language, mention of pregnancy termination

“We should get up. My stomach’s growling.”

“And I thought it was just the little one chatting with my shadows.” Azriel teased, flushing beneath her gaze as his scarred fingers traced lightly over the growing swell of her abdomen, becoming more apparent by the day. He’d been nervous touching it for the first time, like he’d desecrate that precious life force growing underneath with his hands that had inflicted so much pain. But the way her eyes lit up the first time he touched it, he never wanted to forget the feeling of love and joy radiating into him through that newfound bond. It was beautiful - made him feel worthy of helping raise the beautiful life she was bringing into the world.

Though her stomach growled again, she made no move to get up, and by the way her hands were holding onto him, Azriel knew better than to go retrieve a plate from the House of Wind’s kitchen for her. So he sent a shadow beneath the door to see if Nuala or Cerridwen were there and if they could bring leftovers in, that is if Cassian and Mor hadn’t devoured the entire breakfast already.

“How’s she doing?” Rhys asked into his mind.

“Better than some days but not great, Rhys.”

There was a pause before Rhys’ guilty voice reentered his conscious.

“She’s the most selfless person I know, Az. I’m glad you two have eachother. But if she needs anything, if you need anything, let me know.”

And she was. Selfless in a way that Azriel couldn’t fathom. Selfless in a way that made his gut churn, a way he wanted to roar at the moon and the stars, and anyone who would listen. Selfless when she should have never had to be. She was bright and radiant and kind. The world looked at her and saw ethereal sunshine, walking starlight, unfathomable beauty both inside and out. But there was darkness and pain there too, so buried down deep that only Azriel could feel it in the middle of the night as whimpers disrupted her sleep.

So many nights Rhys would have to come in and cradle her mind, send her soothing thoughts and visions of anything beautiful that could mask the perils that haunted her dreams.

Azriel hated himself for it, the jealousy. He wished he could soothe her in that way but no matter how much love he sent through their bond, that darkness rooted itself so deeply within her that sometimes it took significant power from Rhys to reach it.

As if Rhys wasn’t already fighting his own trauma and waging against the insurmountable guilt he carried after being under the mountain, plus worrying about Feyre in the Spring Court. And that wasn’t to say Y/N was a burden in any way, though she felt she was. It killed Azriel to see both his mate and his brother fighting so much grief and not being able to do anything about it.

She’d have been better suited to be Rhysand’s mate than Azriel’s own by their intertwined traumas, by their ability to put themselves aside for a better world. Azriel, of course, fit into this court of dreamers but she… despite only being here for such a short period of time, she was the biggest dreamer of them all.

Another rumble from her stomach snapped Azriel out of his thoughts, mentally noting to Rhys, “She could use breakfast.”

“I’ll send some for both of you. You need to take care of yourself too.”

Azriel smelled the salt of her tears before he saw the silver lining her eyes. Propping himself up on an elbow, draping a wing over her, he began to ask softly, “Hey-“. Her head immediately shaking and she choked on the word, “No.”

“Baby, I know what you’re thinking and it’s not a burden. He just wanted to know if you needed anything.”

She took a few deep breaths, willing away those tears. “He doesn’t have to check on me. It’s my f-“

“Stop that. Listen to me, I’m always here to listen to you and I know that you’re dealing with complex emotions and trauma that I cannot even begin to fully fathom but this.. it’s not your fault.”

Her eyes welled up further as Azriel continued,

“I don’t want to lecture you or invalidate what you are feeling. Your emotions are justified but… these thoughts will eat you alive, they’re vicious lies that have been conditioned into you, and I can promise you that nobody blames anything on you. This entire family is so fucking grateful to have you as a part of it. In a world of darkness, where you had every right, every reason to bring that darkness with you, you chose light.”

He choked on his words as those tears flowed down her face. “You chose light when it only brought more darkness upon yourself.”

She cut him off. “She’s not darkness.”

Azriel raised an eyebrow. “She?”

And through her tears, he saw the slightest gleam of radiance in her eyes. “I can just feel it. Feel her.”

Azriel pressed a kiss to Y/N’s belly. “Yes, you are absolutely right. She is not darkness - she’s a beacon of light, the brightest star in the sky, perhaps aside from her mother - but the mental load you are carrying, it is dark and it’s heavy. And yes, you would carry darkness with you regardless of this spark of hope” he rubbed her belly in tender circles for emphasis. “But I know that mind of yours. That you are telling yourself that you’re a burden, that you made the wrong choice, when there was no wrong choice.”

At this point, the tears were streaming down her face, his shadows dutifully whisking them away, but only gratitude and love flowed from her.

A knock came on the door. Azriel’s eyes glazed over as Y/N recognized the telltale signs of what was happening. A line creased in his brow before she placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s okay, he can come in.”

“You sure, my love? He understands when you need space.”

She nodded. “I know but I think I need to see him today.” Azriel brushed his thumb in soothing ministrations across her abdomen until she pulled her night gown back down to cover herself.

The door creaked open and Rhys padded over to the bed, guilt and adoration limning his features. “Hey, starshine.” She blushed at the term. She hated her own name after Amarantha had called it so many times under the mountain. Rhys had begun calling her Starshine in secret due to her Day Court origins and the fact that he was convinced she’d been more suited for the Night Court.

Rhys had been drawn to her under the mountain, something about her reminding him of his brother. Rhysand could admit that Azriel was the most beautiful of the three brothers, his features seemingly crafted by the gods themselves. But if Azriel’s features were crafted by the gods, Y/N’s were crafted by the Mother herself. Aside from that, she had a quiet presence, though far less stoic and broody than Azriel’s, it was more of a quiet, gentle grace. A grace that Amarantha had tried so hard to shed her of but was never quite successful.

Amarantha, of course, made it her mission to both seek pleasure from her and torment her. When she never fully broke, Amarantha decided that instead of throwing her to the dark corridors she stuffed most lesser fae in, she’d make an excellent play thing. She looked mostly High Fae after all, yet had enhanced sexual appeal due to her nymph ancestry - perfect high and round breasts, long legs, a firm yet supple ass, and an arousing scent - needless to say, Amarantha delighted to add her to her roster of bed chamber accompaniment.

Y/N and Rhys developed a quiet understanding of each other and the roles they were forced to play in the year that she’d been under the mountain before Feyre arrived. They did not grow close enough for Amarantha to become concerned but enough that she knew her play things got along well enough to bring them both into her chambers at the same time.

Rhys would never forget the first time Amarantha had forced he and her into her chambers at the same time. Y/N tried to be strong, and she was. Another aspect of her that reminded him of his brother.

But she began to crack slightly, and Rhys knew Amarantha would make it so much worse for her if she did. So he did the only thing he knew to do and held her mind. He showed her visions of the Night Skies of the Night Court, the spirits of Starfall, the laughter of a family surrounding a table in a beloved restaurant, anything that could help her through it.

As he held her mind, she’d unwittingly sent visions from throughout her twenty-two years of life prior to being captured and brought under the mountain. She was loved deeply by her family who had little more than love to give. Eventually they had been murdered by Amarantha’s cronies at the age of nineteen - she’d been able to escape and live among the High Fae who sneered and objectified her, but offered enough coin to sleep with her to keep a roof over her head.

Rhys had determined that night that if they ever made it out of there alive, he was taking her to Velaris with him. She’d never live like that again.

He even smiled at the thought of introducing her and Azriel when she was ready to meet his family, already picturing his brother’s rose-dusted cheeks in her presence.

“Thank you” Azriel’s low voice withdrew Rhys from his thoughts, taking the plate from his hands.

A familiar scent wafted off of Rhys to Y/N. Pregnancy had heightened her sense of smell substantially.

As she sniffed the air Rhys gave a soft, sad smile at the eye brow she raised at him before asking, “Where is she?”

He shook his head, darkness rolling in waves off of him. “Tamlin locked her in his fucking manor. She had a breakdown.”

Her face drew tight. “That bastard!” Azriel flinched at the rage flowing down the bond. “She must have been terrified.”

“She certainly terrified the servants in his manor. She shrouded herself in darkness and nobody could get through to her.”

“He doesn’t deserve her.”

Rhys nodded. “He doesn’t.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Rhys. Where is she?”

“At the Town House.”

Her eyes blew wide. “Cauldron boil me, is she staying?”

Azriel smiled as he felt her excitement flow into him. A bit of that Day Court sunshine returning to her.

“I don’t know. She knows she can’t tell anyone if she goes back, but…”

“I felt it through the bond, Y/N. I think she’s here to stay.”

Azriel’s shadows agitated at the pause in verbal conversation, chattering back and forth,

“Secrets”

He rolled his eyes and dismissed them, already knowing there were some things that remained between just Y/N and Rhys. He’d accepted it the very moment he’d shown up after he received word that Rhys was finally home and the bond snapped as soon as he laid eyes upon the radiant female by his side. He knew it snapped for her too when she walked right up to him, touched the hands he tried to hide behind his back, her eyes speaking everything she couldn’t. “I see your scars. I bear them too.” And pressed a kiss to each hand.

“Do you want me to leave? I assume she’s at the Town House but I’m sure she’ll be visiting here too, yes?”

Azriel bristled. No way in hell was Rhys going to make his mate leave, whether this home was his or not, she had a right to be present wherever she wished.

“Easy brother.”

Azriel shook off the feeling. The mating instinct was still so strong that he had a hard time not jumping in to defend her at the thought of any threat, physical or emotional.

“Y/N” Rhys took her hand.

“Don’t bite my head off for holding her hand, either.”

Azriel huffed before firing back to Rhys’ mind “I can’t wait for you to find your mate someday so you can see what it feels like to be so wound up like this.”

Rhys only gave a small, secret smile in return.

Y/N interjected. “Are you two done gossiping or can I know whether I should pack up or not?”

“This is your home just as much as it is my home. You are my family and I want Feyre to meet all of you. Cassian has already barreled through the door of the Town House along with Mor begging to be fed. Feyre went up to nap and recollect herself.”

“Can we have dinner with her… if she wants to?” She asked softly with a mixture of excitement and nervousness to her voice.

Rhys gave a nod. “I was thinking that same thing. Would you be comfortable?”

She nodded before the reality of the situation caught up with her.

“Y/N.” Rhys leaned in, gently tilting her head up to look at him. “I am not ashamed of you. I will never hide you or the life you are selflessly bringing into this Court of Dreamers.” His eyes lined with silver. “And I will always be so proud of the love that you both share. I knew from the moment I met you that my brother would adore you. And the fact that you two are mates? It’s one of the greatest things to come from that shit hole of a mountain. A reminder of the beauty that can prevail, even after the most dreadful of circumstances. I love all three of you.”

Azriel held his mate closely, ensuring she felt just how loved she truly was.

“She kicked for the first time the other day.”

Rhys raised a brow.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Ugh, you two are so skeptical. I really believe that this baby is a girl.”

Rhys eyed the scarred hand protectively placed over her round bump, so many complicated emotions running through him, with love being the strongest.

“Feyre will likely ask questions tonight regarding all of us, our stories. Nobody has to share anything they do not wish to, but you also may share if you are comfortable doing so. I would really like for Feyre to become a member of the Inner Circle-“

Rhys looked to Y/N rolling his eyes at the smirk and waggling eyebrows she gave him.

“Stop that. My point is just that, I would like for her to know all of you. I know she’ll love you all just as I do. Hell, she’ll probably love all of you before she’s ready to even fully tolerate me.”

Azriel let out a chuckle as his mate quipped “Tell me the story of the time she threw a shoe at you. It’s my favorite!”

“You cruel, lovely little thing.” Rhys laughed. “See you both for dinner.”

As Rhys exited them room, Y/N sighed. “You were awfully quiet.”

Az nudged her. “And that surprises you?”

“Okay, quieter than usual.”

Azriel pulled her in close, peppering kisses across her forehead. “I just don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for. You are still healing and now you’ll be facing someone else that was under the mountain with you.”

“She saved us all, Az.” She looked up into his hazel eyes with nothing but genuine adoration. “Without her, I never would have met you. And what kind of existence would that be?”

She began picking at the plate Rhys had brought in. Letting out a moan as the flavors burst on her tongue.

Az couldn’t help the involuntary twitch of his wings at the sound.

She laughed. “Don’t get any ideas until I’m finished with my food.”

Azriel raised his palms. “I’d never get between my pregnant mate and her meal. With the way she’s started moving, she’d likely kick me away anyway.”

She took another bite while nonchalantly commenting, “I thought of a name for her.”

“Oh yeah?” Azriel’s brows raised in anticipation of a potential name for their child.

“Azure. The same blue as the skies. I thought…”

Azriel cut her off, marveling at the name. Whispering more to himself than her. “Blue like the Day Court skies, blue like the skies that I love to take you flying in.”

She flushed. “Yes, exactly. And though it’s a different shade of blue, like your siphons.”

A lone tear escaped his eye. “And,” she continued with a coy smile. “We could call her ‘Az’”

Azriel sat still for a moment. And she would have thought he didn’t like it had it not been the rush of pure shock and awe flowing through the bond.

Suddenly he took her face in his hands, barely giving her time to swallow the bite of bacon she’d just taken, and crashed his lips into hers. And after her lips were swollen and puffy from the heat of his lips, he began pressing kisses all over her belly, whispering between them, “I love you, little Az. I love you more than the skies I fly in. More than my own name. More than any dreamer could dream of being loved. I can’t wait to fly you through the open skies, and show you every shade of blue this beautiful world has to offer. Nothing in this world matters more than you and your mother. I couldn’t be more proud to be your father.”

And he meant it. Every single word. The blood running through the baby growing inside of his mate didn’t need to be his, what mattered was the love flowing within the child and he intended to pour every single ounce of love he had into their baby.

It was Y/N though who broke down at those words. She and Azriel had spent every free moment together since meeting. He’d healed her in ways that she never could have dreamed. Finding her mate changed the time after Under the Mountain from the lonesome trauma reckoning hellhole she’d anticipated and into a time of healing. He listened to her, understood her, let her set the pace in every aspect. And he’d shared his trauma with her, all of it.

The child who had been abused by a wicked stepmother and horrid step-brothers, overlooked by his own father had grown up to be loving, caring, and patient in every way. And now, he was going to be the parent of a child that was not his by conception, choosing to love the child just as he would his very own. A vow he’d sworn in their mating vows and sealed with a bargain.

“What is it, love?” Azriel wiped away her tears.

“Stupid hormones. I just love you so much and I need you to know that you are so much more than I ever could have dreamed of. If I had to, I would go through it all again as long as it led me to you.”

Azriel’s eyes began watering again. “Look at us, Y/N. We’re quite a sight. Whatever you say tonight, just don’t let Cassian know that I’ve gotten so soft.”

Her glassy eyes sparkled as she gave a sweet smile. “I have a feeling that softness has already been there, my love, I just had the privilege of coaxing it out of you.”

He smiled. “Truth Teller personified.”

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“We’re heading up now.” Rhys’ voice cut into Y/N’s mind.

“Are you sure about this, Rhys? Most of them do not know what all happened under the mountain. What if it’s too much for Feyre to take in?”

“She’s my mate, I have to hope that she will love and accept us all in time. It may be a lot to meet us and hear our stories but they’re a part of us, a part of loving us. I’m worried about Cassian scaring her off more than anything.”

“Valid concern. See you soon. Despite the circumstances, I’m so happy she’s here.”

“You know,” Rhys chuckled. “I feel the same way about you, Starshine.”

“You flatter me. Now enjoy your flight with the literal girl of your dreams.”

“She’s glaring daggers at me right now. Pray I make it there alive.”

“Where’d you go?” Az nudged.

Leaning into her mate’s side, embracing the warmth of his arms wrapped around her shoulders she replied, “Rhys and Feyre are on the way.”

“Are you ready for this?” He asked.

“I’m sure you can already feel my nerves down the bond but I appreciate you for asking.” She teased.

Azriel kept his pace slow as they wound through the hallways of the House of Wind toward the dining table. “If you’re not ready…”

She took a steadying breath. “No, he needs to get off on a solid foundation with her. And Cassian, Mor, and Amren have eyed us for a while, they realize that something is off. Plus, I mean, look at this thing.” Her delicate hands found her stomach. “They’re going to figure out that the timelines don’t match up soon enough.”

“Our girl IS growing.” Azriel spoke, not missing the opportunity to feel the life growing within his mate.

She teased, “You’ve referred to the babe as “her” a few times now. Coming around to the idea?”

“I know better than to go against your intuition.”

With that, Y/N gave a wicked grin. “Mother knows best.”

As they approached the dining room, Azriel pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be right by your side.”

She beamed. “And I’ll be by yours too, with whatever you may share tonight…and forever, of course.”

As everyone arrived and gathered at the dining table, Y/N couldn’t help but admire how lovely Feyre and Rhys were together. Though she hated the situation that brought her there, that Tamlin tried to hoard her away in his manor, she couldn’t help but feel joy knowing that she was finally beginning to see the true Rhysand.

The Inner Circle kept up with the typical antics and plenty of laughter filled the space, but the conversation eventually turned more serious as everyone took turns giving Feyre insight into themselves.

Feyre looked to Y/N with curiosity. “You were under the mountain, but Azriel was not?”

Her hands shook as she prepared to share. A warmth covered them as Azriel gave a gentle squeeze, sending waves of that reassurance in abundance. She took a breath.

She began by sharing the background of her family, their deaths, that she’d sold her body to survive afterward, how she’d only been under the mountain for a year before Feyre arrived.

“You didn’t know Azriel before they took you?” Feyre asked. Not harshly, just inquisitively.

Y/N held her head high. Her story was not one to be ashamed of.

“I did not. Rhys was one of the only souls to show me kindness under the mountain. I have nymph ancestry with primarily High Fae features. Amarantha took an interest in me and….”

An unreadable expression covered Rhys’ face. This was his trauma too, but he gave a reassuring nod.

“She began taking me to her chambers. I had no choice. It was warm her bed, or face physical torture until death.”

Feyre flinched along with Rhys. Y/N recognized that they were remembering the human girl Amarantha had tortured to death just before Feyre’s arrival.

“She also, against our hopes, realized that Rhysand and I had an understanding of eachother - serve her or die. Being the lust-driven wretch that she was, she began taking us both to her chambers. There was no room for weakness in there. She wanted us just weak enough to submit to her, but we had to remain strong in every other aspect. The first time she had Rhys and I, together,” she cleared her throat, giving pause before continuing, “Rhys saved me. I began to crack, and he held my mind. I will let Rhys speak on his own trauma and the mental load he carried, but he didn’t hesitate to help me get through it. It was not the last time he had to help me through it.”

The table was completely silent. Heart-wrenching expressions filled each face at the table. Palpable rage could be felt radiating off of Amren, though her face remained straight.

Her voice began cracking. Azriel pulled her close into him. “When you saved us,” She looked to Feyre. “I don’t mean to fawn or gawk over you, but Feyre, you did save us.” Feyre gave an empathetic look, nodding to Y/N to continue. “Rhys brought me back to Velaris because he couldn’t bear for me to return to the life I was living, because this Court of Dreams is made up of individuals who have lived through terrible traumas and, despite every reason to lead bitter lives- have chosen to dream of a better world. To fight for a better world. And he knew a certain Shadowsinger and I would get on quite well. In fact, he’s been a smug bastard ever since over just how well things went between us.”

“When I met him.” She stared lovingly to Azriel who swallowed a lump in his throat. “The bond snapped between us immediately. The same day I was brought here, I met my mate.”

Instinctively she placed her hands on the swell of her abdomen. “Rhys gave Azriel leave to spend time with me, for him to help me through the aftermath of what I’d been through…”

“But two weeks after arriving back, my scent began to shift.” Mor’s brows furrowed in contemplation.

“I became very sick shortly after that. Rhys called in a healer, Madja, who confirmed that I was two and a half months pregnant.”

Cassian audibly gasped and Mor murmured “Oh my gods.”

Azriel kept his composure for the sake of his mate, but this was killing him. His brother and his mate being forced by that fucking witch. “Azriel is not the biological father of this baby. The child was conceived under the forced coupling of Rhysand and I by Amarantha.”

Feyre’s face was a mix of sadness, and rage, and sympathy.

“There were options to terminate the pregnancy. However, due to my Nymph ancestry, such options can have negative, potentially deadly effects. Aside from that, though I never planned to have a child - I couldn’t bear the thought of losing another family member. Rhys, after losing his family, felt the same, which he only expressed after I shared my feelings with him. He was completely supportive of any decision I made.” Feyre looked to Rhys and then back to Y/N, no negative judgement written on those lovely features.

Y/N looked to Azriel with a loving grin “And Azriel- he took me to a priestess that night. We both wanted to accept the bond from the moment we met, the connection was unbelievably strong, I never believed in the power of the bond until I found him. And now because he’s ever the romantic, though I see him already blushing at the mention of it, he wanted to make a vow before the Mother - a vow to love me no matter what choice I made, a vow to love the life within me as his very own child, to love and cherish us both until his last breath.”

She pulled the sleeve off of her shoulder, revealing the intricate tattoo solidifying his vow.

“And Rhys,” She gave a soft smile. “He made a bargain to love and care for this child and to recognize Azriel as its father. We will not hide the parentage from our child. And Rhys, I know, already loves them dearly, but mine and Azriel’s decisions for our baby come first and will be respected as any biological parents would.”

She’d left out the part where Azriel had gone under the mountain to investigate later on and found that Amarantha had begun supplying a fertility tonic instead of birth control to Y/N after the Calanmai that Rhys had gone to the Spring Court and seen Feyre. Though she didn’t know who Rhys saw, she likely suspected he’d developed interest in someone else and become jealous, hoping an accidental pregnancy would either create a rift in any potential relationship or, even worse, that the baby could be used as leverage against him.

The table remained silent until Rhys chimed in. “So my brother is my child’s father. I’m sure stranger things have happened.”

Despite that sadness the Inner Circle felt, Rhysand’s comment elicited smiles. Azriel gave his brother a nod of thanks for breaking the tension while affectionately caressing his mate.

Mor eased the tension further by chiming in “Y/N! You are further along than we realized which means….. we get to go shopping for our newest family member sooner!!!”

Feyre decided soon after that she would like to work with the Court of Dreams.

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Epilogue

Because his mate was always right, Azriel was indeed the father of a beautiful little girl, clever and stubborn like her mother, and the light of his life. Her mother the sun, and she the moon.

He and Rhys had just returned from taking “Baby Azzie” who was now a toddler to get pastries along the Sidra. Azriel returned with his half-asleep daughter in his arms, who perked up upon seeing her baby brother cooing in his bassinet. “Nyxie!!” She yelled, hurrying over to the winged babe. Rhys, however, arrived with numerous shopping bags in his own arms.

Feyre, who had been lounging with her head on Y/N’s shoulder gave the two a big smile. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “All of that better be for Nyx.”

Azriel and Rhys shared a laugh before Rhys spoke. “Well, half of it is, but only because someone batted her little lashes at us repeating ‘Brother, present. Brother, present’ until we took her into what is conveniently her favorite toy store.” Az cut in, “And because my brother is getting soft in his old age” before Rhys could remind Azriel that he was, in fact, the older of the two, Az continued, “Rhys had to buy something for her for every item she picked out for Nyx.”

Y/N groaned. “Cassian literally just bought her five new toys and six new outfits on their last outing.”

The raven-haired toddler with her mother’s nose and radiant skin, Rhys’ smile, and by some gift of the Mother - had Azriel’s golden-flecked hazel eyes, toddled up to Feyre, giving her a big hug. She then turned to her mother, leaning in to whisper something, that came out as quietly as a yell. “I got something for sissy too. Daddy has it in the pocket realm.”

Y/N’s face flushed as Rhys and Feyre gaped. “So much for keeping that a secret for a little longer.”

Feyre squealed leaning in and throwing her arms around Y/N. “I thought that maybe I was getting allergies, your scent hasn’t been as strong but you were glamouring it!”

Rhys pulled Azriel into a long hug, then walked over to Y/N with a wide smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Azriel placed a hand on his chest as he took in the sight of his blended family. It wasn’t what he’d ever expected but, to him, it was everything.

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Sukuna coming for Megumi's little sister at Shibuya (pt. ll)

Part l can be found here

Pairing: Sukuna x Megumi's little sister; Yuji x Megumi's little sister

Word Count: 2,5k

Synopsis: After the incident of Yuji almost losing his life and Megumi's little sister confessing her feelings to him, they finally live in peace. But then Shibuya comes around as well as suppressed Sukuna who takes interest in you...

Warnings: language, injury, self harm, mostly Sukuna

Tags: @sanicsmut (yk why my lovely), @sunshine7queen

It’s been months. Months since you finally confessed your feelings to none other than Yuji Itadori in pouring rain, months since finally having the relationship you always dreamed of, months in which everything went just right.

Yes, ups and downs were and will always be part of the job, but you stood on each other’s side till the very end.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Your fingers gently caressed his back, other hand combing through his pink hair.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. After all you’re by my side, right?”

Your heart melted like chocolate in the sun, arms embracing him tightly before you could help yourself. Oh that boy. That beautiful boy who swept you off your feet, the boy you’ve been in love with since stepping a foot into Jujutsu High. In that moment you laid beside him, eyes staring at the ceiling while holding his hand and breathing against his chest.

“I’ll always be by your side, Yuji.”

Yes, everything went just fine. But at Shibuya, everything changed.

“Where’s Yuji?” you huff into your big brothers face, completely out of breath.

“And what happened to Ino?”

“(y/n), what happened to your face?”

You can’t explain right now. In fact, all that’s on your mind is Yuji after fighting your way through the whole city.

“We’ll meet again as soon as possible, okay?”

Why? Why were you assigned to follow Nanami and that old fart instead of Mei and Yuji? Why weren’t you able to support your brother and your boyfriend? You had a bad feeling in your guts right from the start, but when seeing Ino’s unconscious figure you suspect nothing but the worst.

“Where’s Yuji?”

The evasive look in Megumi’s tells you everything before he even opens his mouth.

“He went into the train station in order to find Gojo-sensei…”

Your world stops, head spinning in thick fear. He went into the train station.

All alone.

“Why would you let him go there alone?”

Roughly, you grab your big brother’s collar, fisting the fabric so tightly that it gets hard for Megumi to breathe.

“Why would you let him leave when even Gojo got sealed? Why did you let him go?”, you hiss through gritted teeth, tears veiling your sight.

This is bad. Very very bad. He wasn’t replying to any of your messages for over an hour now. An hour in which he could have get killed already.

Or even worse.

The thought of Sukuna inside him taking over runs shivers down your spine. After that fateful day when you thought you lost the love of your life forever, you encountered him last. The cruelest of the cruel, the king of curses.

You feel like throwing up. No, you need to focus. Right now, there’s only one thing you can do.

“Where do you thing you’re going, (y/n)?”, Megumi barks at you while grabbing your hand and yanking you over.

“What do you think? I’m looking after Yuji!”

“There’s nothing you can do-“

“What do you know about it?”, you interrupt him immediately.

“I love him, Megumi. And I won’t let him die at Shibuya alone or even worse, let Sukuna take over his body. I’ll keep you updated.”

And with that, you turn on your heels and run as fast as your feet carry towards the center of Shibuya. Please. Please let everything be alright. Your heart almost hammers out of your chest, vision foggy with thick fear.

Please hold on, Yuji.

-Sukuna-

“How could you lose against such a weakling?”

He smiles to himself, sunning in the scorching pain that echoes through his vessel’s body.

Until you appear on his mind again.

Oh god, you. The girl that brat fell head over heels for, the girl that confessed to him in pouring rain after encountering himself. You have some nerves, laying inside of this loser’s arms each and every night while Sukuna himself can’t help but wonder what your body feels like, sensing how he kisses your lips while Sukuna desires a taste of his own. No, Sukuna was never jealous about anything that brat has.

But you.

He leans forward, a wave of Yuji’s memories washing over him. Your soft hair and glistening eyes, your oh so kind smile, the way you lay against his chest.

“Why this loser?” he mumbles to himself.

“Why are you even attracted to a brat like him when you can do so much better?”

With him, maybe. Sukuna was never a man of feelings, after all he is the king of curses, the cruelest creature walking on this earth. But there’s just something about you that keeps him entertained, something that begs him to have a taste.

Maybe today, here at Shibuya, his time has come.

(y/n)’s POV

It’s like living in a nightmare you can’t wake up to, seeing two girls bending over the lifeless body of your boyfriend.

“What did you do to him?”, you scream out.

Until you gaze at the finger in their hands.

Until your mind begins to realize what is going on here.

“How many fingers did you feed him already?”

You feel like a ghost in a shell, as if all of this is only a dream. This isn’t Yuji Itadori laying right in front of you, right? These aren’t Sukuna’s fingers, correct?

“How many fingers!?”, you scream on top of your lungs.

You hinge forwards, ready to rip their hands off when suddenly, a sheer force stops you in your tracks and slams your body against a nearby wall. You feel like dying, organs pressed so harshly against the hard concrete that you can swear you were able to feel every single one burst. All you are capable to do is stare at the volcano in front of you setting the two girl in flames and casually pulling out more of these cursed fingers, more of his fingers.

“N-no”, you croak out.

No, you need to do something, you need to get out of this wall, you need to stop him from feeding all of Sukuna’s fingers to Yuji.

With a violent scream you break away, landing knees first on the cold floor. Damn, you feel like bleeding out, whole vision going black just by the thought of standing up. But you have to do this, one step at a time.

For him, for Yuji.

“Get. Your. Dirty. Hands. Off. Him.”, you hiss through gritted teeth, snapping the volcano head’s hand away just in time before he is able to force the last finger down Yuji’s throat.

“I thought you are dead already. Leave me alone, stupid girl.”

It happens so fast that you aren’t even able to comprehend what is going on. In the split of a second his hand darts towards you, fire bursting out of his palms. But it doesn’t reach you. No, instead both of his arms get cut off, coloring everything around you in deep purple.

“You have some nerves, trying to touch her so casually. Who do you think you are, you worm?”

That voice, that presence. Your whole body shivers in nothing but thick fear, head slowly turning around. Please let it be a nightmare, a misunderstanding. This can’t be reality.

“Hello sweetheart, did you miss me?”

“Sukuna…”, you breathe out.

You stare right into his red eyes, tattoos all over his face revealing his true identity without any doubt. The man sitting next to you isn’t Yuji Itadori anymore. No, this is the king of curses himself, none other than Sukuna.

“Long time no see. I’ve been waiting for this moment long enough”, he purrs, a cheeky grin plastered on his face while he brushes through Yuji’s hair.

“Where’s Yuji?”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade whisper in the darkness, his sheer presence clouded by so much power and strength that you feel like fainting. Yes, the man in front of you could kill you without even twitching.

“Why is everything about this brat? He’s in the background where he belongs. Oh, not so fast.”

Just when the volcano man next to you is about to stand up, Sukuna cuts off his feet without ease. You stare at him through glossy eyes, the flawless appearance of your boyfriend looking so distressed by his occurrence. A quiet laughter escapes his lips and sends another wave of shivers down your spine. How can a creature walking on this earth be so evil?

“Now kneel.”

He stands in front of you staring down at you with amusement sparkling in his eyes. He’s talking to you, there’s no doubt. Your limbs feel like burning alive, whole body exhausted by all the fights and tactical thinking. You would love to kneel on the floor at least for a while, finally some rest.

But instead, you lift your trembling figure off the floor, straightening your shoulders with your head up.

“I would rather die than kneeling in front of someone as disgusting as you”, you reply with firm voice.

Is this how you’ll die? Through the deformed hands of your very own boyfriend, through the king of curses himself?

Suddenly he bursts out laughing, grabbing your chin roughly.

“It would have truly disappointed me if you lost your spark. But for your braveness, everyone at Shibuya will lose their lives this night”, he hisses into your ear, yanking your head to the side so violently that it feels like he’s breaking your neck.

“Please don’t.”

You force yourself to look into the black hole of his eyes, to resist the fear he tries to cause in your heart.

“These people are innocent. They don’t deserve to die. But you do.”

He tilts his head to the side, grinning down at you with so much cruelness glistening in his red orbs that it simply takes your breath away. How many fingers did they feed him when you weren’t here? Way too many. After all, Yuji was always able to overpower him, to take control over his own body. But not now.

With the snip of his finger, both girls get sliced into a thousand tiny pieces, their blood and intensities discoloring everything around you crimson.

Red.

Everything red.

He ended their lives without thinking twice.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you spit into his face.

Out of instinct, your flat palm rushes towards his face, just inches away from hitting him when he catches your hand mid-air.

“Because I can. Obey me or I’ll kill every human being at Shibuya. Especially your brother.”

Your eyes widen in horror, pictures of Megumi flooding your mind. Despite you seem to be two different people with nothing in common, you love your brother dearly. If something happens to him because of you, if Sukuna hurts a single hair on his body…

“Don’t you dare to touch him or I’ll kill myself.”

His red orbs widen in surprise. Oh, that’s new. The look in your eyes tells him that you’re serious about your words.

“What makes you believe I’d care about that?”

He would never admit it out loud, but the thought of your precious life ending distresses him. No, not until he is finished with you, not until he got a taste of what belongs to Yuji Itadori.

“Because I know you care about me”, you reply confidently.

You know it’s dumb, that you might die right here on the spot through your own hands. But you can’t help it. Your own life is your only leverage against Sukuna. Without hesitation you press your own knife against your throat until blood spills. Maybe this will show you what Sukuna’s real intentions are. Or even better, you’ll be able to set Yuji free again.

“Go on, I couldn’t care less.”

Why does your hand fight so desperately against your mind, refusing to cut your own flesh open? Ice cold sweat runs down your forehead, fingertips trembling underneath the force of the blade in your own hand. You just have to press harder, slicing open your throat…

It shouldn’t be hard for him to watch you fighting against your own will. But oh how much Sukuna despises the way you press that knife against your throat, a little trail of blood spilling. What are you trying to achieve?

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

“I want to make a contract with you”, you press out.

“I’m not dealing with a stupid human.”

You dig the blade into your screaming flesh deeper, a warm trail of blood soaking your uniform.

“Promise me you’ll leave my friends alone. Promise me you’ll set Yuji free.”

“And why would I do that?”, he remarks dryly.

“I will allow you to do everything you want with me during that time.”

Sukuna pricks up his ears, absolutely mesmerized by the way you fight against your own will to survive and stare at him so boldly.

“Give me an answer”, you demand.

The pain seems to become unbearable, knife cutting through your tender flesh so deep that your whole upper body is now discolored in crimson. One more brush. One more brush of the blade will be enough to cut your own throat. You close your tearing eyes.

Oh Yuji, how much you wish he’d be here right now. You weren’t even able to say goodbye to him, to talk everything through. It should have never come this far, they shouldn’t be able to have the upper hand. Hopefully he doesn’t see any of this, the way you take your own life.

A rough hand snatches the knife out of your grasp before pressing against your open wound.

“Everything I want, huh? Selling yourself for your friends and that brat, how pathetic”, he hisses against your outer ear.

You gasp for air like a fish on land, the pain radiating from your whole body almost swallowing you whole.

“What happened to that little ray of sunshine of yours, the smile you always wear?”

“I would kill myself if it means that the others are safe”, you reply.

He stares into your eyes, the orbs that captivating him since first catching a glimpse of them. Now it makes sense to him what that brat sees in you, why he tried so desperately to keep you out of his grip.

“Precious little thing, I know exactly what I’ll do to you.”

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yelenasdiary · 7 months

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Sips of Red Wine

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Summary: After her divorce from Vision, you and Wanda grew closer together and eventually started dating. During date night, after a couple of drinks, you show Wanda just how much love she deserves.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! Minors & Men, DNI!! Smut, Angst (super tiny), Power Sub! Wanda, Dom! Reader, Nipple Play, Tiny hint of Lactation Kink, Light Language, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Divorce | 1K

AC:I hope you all enjoy this soft sex with mommy Wanda! Xx

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The night was still rather young but here you were with Wanda sitting in front of you, your arms wrapped around her as your lips trailed her exposed neck. The faint smell of red wine left the woman's lips as she moaned ever so softly as if she were an angel doing something unspeakable. Your lips kissed and suckled lightly on her neck, giving her marks that wouldn't stay on her skin long enough for her to worry about hiding them.

Wanda sunk into your touch almost instantly, she mentioned it had been a while since she had been with somebody in such an intimate way. Even with Vision, she said their sex life died shortly after the twins were born and not long after that, their marriage died along with the hopes and dreams she had for them. She was tense, worried even and you were determined to make her forget all about the stress and worry on her mind.

Your hands slowly and gently traveled from her waist to her breasts only for Wanda to stop you from lightly squeezing them. "T-there sensitive" she informed you as you looked at her. She looked away, worried that she had upset you. There was no way you could be upset with the mother of two, you kissed her cheek before bringing your thumb to her chin, making her look at you. Her eyes fell to your lips as you leant forward and kissed her, "let me take care of you" you whispered while you guided her to lay on her back.

Now towering over her, keeping her distracted with your lips on hers, you worked on removing her shirt, leaving her in a scarlet red bra covered with lace. For a witch, she was more of a goddess to you. A goddess who had been deprived of touch, love and seeing the beauty she truly was.

"Wait" Wanda stopped you from kissing her neck anymore. You looked at her with patient eyes as she gently cupped your face with one hand, "let me go first" she added, her thumb stroking your cheek. Suddenly it made sense why her sex life with Vision died so quickly. She pleased him but never pleased her. You shook your head, running your tongue over your lips, "This is about you love, I'm going to show you how beautiful you are and how you deserve to be treated"

Your words meant something so much to Wanda as you felt her body relax more while she pulled you down to her lips, kissing you deeply. Your hands wandered her body, your index finger running over the mountain of her right breast. Her nipple began to harden as you lightly brushed over it with the tip of your finger. The light brush, almost barely touching her nipple was enough to make the brunette whimper. Distracted by her deep kiss on your lips, she barely noticed that you worked her bra off with great skill.

"You're so beautiful" you looked into her eyes before watching her slightly arch her back at your actions on her nipple. Lightly pinching it, feeling her harden in your finger tips. She wanted to moan but all that she let out were gasps for air as she held back her comments of pleasure. "Don't hold them back my angel" you whispered as your lips kissed from her lips to the vale of her breasts. Another sign of the lack of pleasure in her marriage, "I want to hear them" you added as your tongue carefully flicked over her left nipple.

The tip of your tongue swirled, licked over and flicked the hardened bud before your lips latched on and sucked lightly, Wanda's fingers ran through your hair while she allowed herself to compliment the pleasure you were giving her. "Fuck" she whimpered under her breath as you continued to swirl your tongue around her nipple.

"B-baby, stop, please" Wanda cupped your face once more, but it was too late. The warm taste of her breastmilk touched your tongue making you hum at the taste. "I'm sorry" Wanda apologised as you looked up at her, releasing her nipple from your lips. "Don't be, it's okay" you reminded her, "I love everything about you Wands, I have for so long" you admitted. Having been in love with the witch since the day you met her, "I know he made you hide a lot of yourself, but you don't have to do that with me, you're so beautiful inside and out"

Wanda smiled softly at your words before letting you continue your actions on her body. The room filled with the soft moans and whimpers leaving Wanda's lips while you worked your way down to her skirt, removing it slowly revealing the scarlet red lacy panties that matched her bra. Wanda squirmed lightly in embarrassment at the dark wet patch you had caused from stimulating her nipples. Your lips kissed her inner thighs before you went back to her lips to assure her to relax and that you won't hurt her.

You took one last moment to suckle and lightly bite her nipple while your hand toyed with her other, applying a little more pressure than before. "Shit baby! D-don't stop!" Wanda moaned, throwing her head back and arching her back to fill your mouth with more of her nipple. Her breath quickened, her moans got louder and her right hand fisted with a handful of your hair as she came with your name leaving her lips.

Moments later as Wanda came down from her high, she ran her fingers through your hair once more, "that's never happened before" she admitted as you looked her in the eyes. "That's because you've never been with me" you replied, not to sound cocky but you knew from the moment she said her nipples were sensitive that you could pull her first orgasm of the night from stimulating them. Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at your words, "now, lay back and let me finish taking care of you" you added before kissing her lips once more.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #fanfiction #marvel #the scarlet witch

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little-diable · 1 month

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One day you're gone – Tommy Shelby

Let's just ignore the fact that songs are my biggest inspiration, ok? Alright. Inspired by "one day you're gone" by "gavn!". I know this is super angsty, but I think it's a beautiful fic, so please give it a chance. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She died years ago, and yet he still dreams of her, forced to relive their moments together every single night

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, loss of his wife (sorry for killing us off), this is sad, like really

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (1.3k words)

One day you're here and one day you're gone, you beat to the drum but you keep movin' on, ain't nobody knows when the next name's called, ‘cause one day you're here and one day you're gone

He dreamt of her, hands trembling from feeling his fingers interlaced with hers just moments before waking, heart racing from clinging to her like a blanket made to protect his shuddering body, lips tingling from kissing her breathless, at least in his dream.

Those were the nights where Tommy woke with a cry, unable to wipe away the tears clinging to his cheeks as he choked on his gasps. Ever since he had been a little boy, he had been forced to let go of people, a dull pain Tommy had slowly adapted to. Until (y/n) had been ripped from his side, leaving him and the life they had begun to build together.

He dreamt of her nightly, of their moments together, from childhood memories, to their wedding day. He saw it all so clearly as if he was watching recordings, though not in black and white and without sound, but full of colour. A bright splash of life like she had been, the light in his darkness, the colour in his grey life, the guiding hand that was now one with the soil he still felt clinging to his fingers.

“Today we mourn the loss of our (y/n), daughter, friend, wife.” Tears blurred Tommy’s vision as he stood near the coffin, hands interlaced in front of himself to try and stop his hands from trembling. He, Arthur, some of their friend’s and (y/n)’s father had carried the coffin up to the grave, unable to speak as the weight of their sadness weighed them down.

“Thomas.” The bucket filled with soil was reached out for him to take, forcing his eyes to find the dark ones of their pastor. With a shaky exhale leaving him, he let his fingers disappear in the cold soil, taking just enough to throw it down onto her coffin, covering a small part of the dark wood.

“How could you do this to me?” His voice carried exhaustion, speaking to those who were listening, the holy Father promising to protect those finding his way to him, people like (y/n) who had been ripped from this life too early.

Tommy rose to his feet as his fingers found a cigarette, alighting it before making his way out his empty bedroom. One of the places that held too many memories. One of the places he couldn’t part from just yet because his nose could still pick up on the scent of her perfume, because his eyes could still see her soft frame lying next to him, even though it had been years.

“Oh, Tommy.” She had her back arched off the mattress, legs wrapped around his middle. The two had gotten married hours ago, saying yes to one another in the company of their families and friends, finally reunited after the war. Tears had been shed that day, tears that were falling now once again, though these tears were urged on by desperation, by love, by lust.

His hips met hers with every thrust, drawing moans from (y/n) as his cock nudged her sweet spot. Tommy couldn’t rip his eyes from her features, the beautiful face he had thought of in France, clinging to his memories as if they were the oxygen he needed to survive.

“My beautiful wife,” his words left (y/n) moaning, walls fluttering around his cock. The scent of her perfume wrapped itself around Tommy, luring him even further into the grasp she had on his body and soul, a promise made to last for eternity, a promise broken in only a few months time.

“I love you, Thomas, I always will.”

Rain was pouring from the sky, as if nature was sharing Tommy’s pain, missing the one who had spent most of her time in their garden, the one who had talked to the flowers as if they were her friends, the one who had watched birds pick up the seeds she had left for them as if they were pilgrims sharing her path. A kind hearted soul who had paid the price for a life Tommy hadn’t been able to protect her from.

Tommy didn’t know how to make it through life without (y/n) by his side, he hadn’t lived a single day without her being part of his closest circle, glued together from birth, brought together by their mothers who had been friends for years. Ever since their first days together, Tommy had loved her, first as a friend, then as a lover, then as a husband, and now as a widower.

“Can I kiss you?” Tommy’s voice filled the evening, forcing her wide eyes towards his bright ones.

“What?” Nervous chuckles bubbled out of the young girl. She struggled to hold eye contact with Tommy, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, unable to rip herself away from the boy. It was Tommy’s fourteenth birthday, celebrating his day with (y/n) glued to his side, chasing him through the streets both knew like the back of their hands.

“It’s my birthday wish.” Heat flushed through her as Tommy carefully cupped her cheek. She knew that he had kissed other girls before, locking lips with those she envied, but not once had she been kissed, waiting for Tommy to finally give in.

“Do it.” His lips were on hers in an instant, drawing a surprised gasp from (y/n). It was a clumsy kiss both had to adjust to, but once her nerves finally let go of her, allowing the young girl to get used to the new sensation, she found herself enjoying the new feeling.

With a sigh rumbling through Tommy, he plopped down on the stairs leading up to their house, stairs she had walked with naked feet whenever she had finished her garden work. The garden had withered away with her passing as Tommy hadn’t found the strength to step foot on the grass she had cared for.

Whatever it was that now spurred him on, it forced Tommy back to his feet. The cigarette was long forgotten as he stepped foot on the wet grass, his shirt and underwear instantly soaked through by the pouring rain. He had his bright eyes focused on the weathered flowers, coming to a halt in front of one of many flowerbeds.

His hands started working, reaching for the dead flowers to rip them from the lifeless soil. And for the first time in years, he felt connected to (y/n), clinging to what she had once planted. Tears once again ran down Tommy’s cheeks as he kept working, only halting his movements as his glassy eyes found the rising sun painting the sky orange and pink.

“I’m sorry it took me this long, love.” The words were whispered, eyes unable to leave the sky as he made plans to revitalise their garden. He’d never be able to bring her back, but at least he could keep the memory of his loving wife alive.

Broken bones, you live and learn, ‘cause we don't know that a good thing ends, but someday I hope that it'll all make sense, one day you're here and one day you're gone

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders

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icyg4l · 1 month

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Pick-A-Meme: What Is In Store for You in April 2024?

Hello beautiful people. Tonight marks the beginning of a new month, April!!! I am so excited to be delivering a new PAC reading. I will continue to be as consistent as possible. Please book a personal reading with me here! And without further ado, please pick your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right (1-4):

Pile One: I feel like you’re going through a rebirth, a spiritual purification. You need to purchase some hyssop, Pile One. I feel like you’re going to be looking at life from a different perspective. There’s a decision that you’re going to have to make in order to be content with your life. You have to choose yourself! I also feel like this month you’ll be focused on going outside into the city! You could get invited to some type of festival or a cooking class perhaps. It seems like this month you should be focused on taking risks and getting out of your comfort zone, Pile One. But even with all of this happening, you should keep your eye on the prize. Discipline yourself and keep your head on straight to the narrow path. Don’t get distracted by the bs, Pile One.

Cards Used: Death, The Fool, Knight of Cups, Judgment, Nine of Cups, Temperance, Queen of Swords, Four of Discs.

extras: white clothes. chicago. tundra. icicle. party girl.

Pile Two: After I pulled some cards for this pile, I saw the vision of someone parting a moving mountain, like holding two mountains to avoid being crushed. I see that you have a big heart, Pile Two. You would do something like this for other people. But there’s someone in your life that is taking advantage of that. There is a connection, particularly love, where the efforts you put forth aren’t being reciprocated. It’s time to know your worth, babe. This is especially true if you are in a long distance relationship. I see that you will be meeting someone new who appreciates your energy and is willing to take care of you. But in order for this to work, you need to keep an open mind. This person is a bit eccentric, Pile Two. I also see that if you have been searching for apartments, you will be preparing to move out of your neighborhood by the end of the month.

Cards Used: King of Wands, Five of Cups, Justice, Two of Wands, The Lovers, 4 of Discs, The Fool, 4 of Cups (RX), Two of Cups (RX), The Emperor, Page of Cups.

extras: playing cards. heartbreak hotel. dracula. pity. sarcasm. brooklyn. candlelight dinner. mardi gras.

Pile Three: This pile has been having hangups about a certain situation. Perhaps, you’ve been having dreams about something that occurs in your waking life. These dreams are in fact premonitions. You need to be taking note of them so that you can make the best decision. You may have been drawn to Pile One. I feel like this pile is getting settled in with something, maybe ‘it’ has to grow on you. Don’t let anyone affect your decision making at this time because you are the one that has to live out the effects of it. You could be going off to college, making the decision to move or stay in your hometown, deciding whether or not you need a new car or should just get it repaired. Either way, you need to lean into your intuition. Depend on yourself. I feel like this pile has been listening to the new Beyoncé album heavy. So if you resonate with that then this is definitely your pile. Don’t make a decision that you will regret. Watch your environment closely.

Cards Used: Temperance, The High Priestess, Knight of Pentacles, Seven of Cups (RX), 8 of Swords, King of Wands, Five of Cups.

extras: “blinded by tradition.” lilith. yodeling. partition. oracle cards. eye for an eye. watermelon. “my precious.”

Pile Four: Oh, Pile Four. You’ve been working on yourself big time, haven’t you? Because of this, I feel like April will be the month where you receive recognition for your efforts. I feel like this pile participated in Lent or Ramadan, or you’ve just been disciplined and staying out the way. I feel like you will be introduced to a new lover soon that you’ll meet through friends but you’ll be uber cautious of them because you’re used to being by yourself. Lots of people will try to get your attention during this month but I feel like you’ll continue to stack your coins and enjoy your time as a bachelor/ette. There’s many opportunities for you to make money, especially if you’re a young entrepreneur. I see the image of someone scanning through a brochure. So please, do what you have to do to make that money! But don’t let it make you! I also see that you could meet your mentor at some type of conference as well. You really need to network, Pile Four (to my fellow introverts, all will be okay, love).

Cards Used: King of Pentacles, 9 of Cups, The Tower (RX), The Sun, Ten of Cups, Ace of Discs, Nine of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, 3 of Cups, Princess of Cups (RX).

extras: BLT. hummus. pilates. health conscious. “please don’t partake in that.” suburban. office hours. sneak peek.

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teyamsatan · 10 months

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕣 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕄𝕪 ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕

pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!reader

synopsis: In the wake of your separation, your mind is made as to the future of your rocky relationship with your once best friend, now best enemy, Neteyam.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death, confrontation, admission of feelings), strong language.

wc: 6.7k words

a/n: besties, it brings me sorrow to say that monster in me has come to an end, and i can only hope you enjoy and have enjoyed this story, that turned from a silly little fic about two people who hate/crave each other into so much more than i ever envisioned. i really struggled writing this chapter, and i hope i don't disappoint with the ending, and i hope you like it. what i can say, is that this is not the end for Neteyam and Vi, as I have at least one more oneshot in mind to showcase their ... progress (hehe). having smut in this chapter didn't feel right to me, but it doesn't mean it's not coming ;) pun intended.

as always, thank you so much for reading and engaging with my stories and with me, it means more than I could ever express into words. I love you besties, and i hope you stick around for a long time, because i will x

na'vi compendium: txepvi - spark, oare - moon, nawm - great, tsakarem - tsa'hik in training, atokirina - seed of the tree of souls, sa'nok - mother, senpu - affectionate term for dad

lightly proof read, if you see something wrong, no you don't

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Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here

“Are you sure, ma ‘ite? You know we wouldn’t force you into anything, but… please think it through. Eywa’s vision was clear, and it showed you two together. Eywa is never wrong, you know this.”

You thought about it, barely able to look into Mo’at's beautiful, sagacious eyes that always felt like they could see through you, through deception and conceit, and get to the soul of problem, the inner core of your amalgamation of conflicting, earth-shattering emotions, covered by a crust of barely-there composure, ready to erupt with any slight friction of the tectonic plates of your heart. You thought about last night, about his words, that still rang in your ears in a muffled cacophony of sounds you were trying your hardest to drown out, that you were scared would end up drowning you, instead.

“I loved you, Vi.I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.”

“Even the smallest similarity killed me, reminded me how much I hate you, how much I want to, how much I don't. I've wanted to hate you so much, I tried so hard, but you were in every dream, in every fantasy, you haunted me my whole life."

You thought about his actions, about what drove them, about how, at the end of the day, they were the same driving forces that you acted on. Hurt. Betrayal. Jealousy. Fear. You thought about your actions. How poison crept beneath your skin and pooled in your heart and pumped it through your whole bloodstream, until it was all there was, until it blinded you, and how he started this, but you continued it.

How his fault was indifference, and yours was madness that only he had the power to force out of you. You thought about his parents, and how his dad was now your dad, and how hard you fought for hearing the magic words: “we couldn’t have done it without you, kid”. Those words, and the “you’re welcome” that followed, became as necessary to you as the air you breathe. It may have started, this need to gain Jake’s approval, as a way to get a rise out of Neteyam, your best attempt at getting him to lash out at you, scream and yell, anything but the horrible silence he ordained you with, but in time, it had less to do with the boy and more to do with you, with how his dad reminded you of your own, how the words of praise and admiration made the ones you were used to, that you’d never hear again, echo through the your tent and through the forest, hidden in between the whistles and sonorous trills of birds, but never forgotten, not to you.

You thought about his specious assumptions, and your words, and how, despite what you spat at him last night, they weren’t the whole truth. You did tell Jake that you didn’t want to mate with him, but not out of a lack of love or desire. No, the thought of one day being one with the boy who shone light through the broken cracks of your soul every day after your parents died, the boy who himself shone brighter than any star or sun or galaxy out there in the vast unknown, the boy who challenged you, and annoyed you, and loved you, and got you… it made you happy. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach and tingle, it made a fuzzy feeling gather in your brain and haze your mind until it was full of nothing but misty reveries, of a life beyond your wildest dreams and fantasies, of night flights and battles won together, of family found and family kept.

You told Jake what you did because your dreams couldn’t happen while you were pushed to the side and made to undertake the duties of a Tsakarem, they couldn’t happen if you had to forsake your talents and an integral part of yourself. You thought that, by saying no, you could make your dad proud, you could make Jake proud… make him proud. You thought that by becoming the warrior you knew you could one day be, you could help him… take away some of the burden that you knew he was shouldering all by himself, that of the eldest son, the responsible child, the prodigy of the clan. More than anything, you wanted to be worthy of him and of his love. That’s why you said no.

If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?

But now, it was all wrong. Your love, your hate, your history and your future, everything you’ve done, everything you should have done. It was all wrong. O’i’en was right, you realised. You held onto this broken relationship, this hopeless promise of a mateship, not because you wanted revenge, but because you wanted him… in any way you could get him. Your undefeated stubbornness, and the war that left too many collateral victims for you to ever be able to sleep at night again, led to scars in your soul no one could ever fix, that you’d have to mend yourself in time, that you never could while in an arrangement you should have declined to begin with. It was finally time…

“I’m sure, ma Tsa’hik.”

…time to say goodbye to the child you knew - the one you were, the one he was, and the love that took too much of both of you, the one that turned to ashes in your mouth.

And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon?

Neteyam’s confusion was normal for the dazed, quiet astir he found himself in after just waking up. What wasn’t normal, however, is how the confusion didn’t evaporate once the blurry haze disappeared, but only deepened with the sight, or lack thereof, awaiting him in the green, luscious clearing he felt like he was reclaiming, like it could slowly be his… both of yours again. He didn’t feel this way now, in this place that all of a sudden felt barren and cold, like an endless tundra, like his soul felt. You were gone.

In a way, it was to be expected. In some way, Neteyam knew last night was a just a fluke, a heady combination of overflowing of intense emotions that were too intense to be contained, that had to be released in the only way you both knew how, in the only way that would push the hurt aside and leave only a mess of denial and pleasure in its wake, because an orgasm is always easier to deal with than the pain that came with the cathartic act of confession, of owning up to your mistakes, of talking through years of hurt pent up in your already broken soul. You both did what you did best, so Neteyam shouldn’t be surprised. And yet he was.

He wasn’t only surprised, he realises. No, he would be happy if that was all he was. Neteyam was angry. Angry and seething, as he was, he picked himself up from the floor, the smell of you still imbedded in his nostrils, your cum still on him as he took in his naked form, before tightening his loincloth over his hips, a task easier said than done with the furious slashing of his tail whose movements he couldn’t control, no matter how hard he tried. He didn’t know why such intense, overpowering anger was washing over him in tidal waves that were crushing his spirit under their monstrous weight, removing any reason from his mind, any sane reasoning or critical thinking. Why would he expect you to stay? You didn’t owe him anything, and this changed nothing. Nothing’s different. Neither of you admitted to anything, neither were able to admit to the fault either of you had in the unraveling of your relationship, in the actions that lead to death and hurt, to pain and loss. So why did it matter?

"The first step in solving any problem is recognising there is one, brother. The sooner you admit your feelings, the sooner you can work towards fixing your broken relationship."

Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?

With a sigh, Neteyam made his way back to the village, hoping that once he saw you, all the answers would come rushing back to him, would make it perfectly clear as to the path he was supposed to take, the words that he was supposed to utter, which puerile confessions were better said and which better left gathering dust in the back of the rooms of his heart. When he saw you, he'd finally know...

The day was in full swing in the clan, as people were making the final preparations for the funeral processions that would take place once eclipse settled in. Neteyam winced at the mourning families, at the bodies laid on the floor, covered in leaves and flowers, in the way they'd remain, until their flesh would return to Eywa, return to the nature from which they were born, allowing for growth that would keep the community going. One life ends, another begins. That saying was as much part of him as any organ, any physical aspect of him was. That saying was the dogma of the Omaticaya, of the Na'vi as a whole. He knew it by heart, its meaning coursed through his veins, and yet, it didn't lessen the blow. It didn't stop the hurt and the pain of having to watch it, having to know to some extent, he was at fault for it.

He expected to see you by now, lending a hand, despite the fact you should be taking it easy - you were never one for rule following, and although you got better in time, especially after your blooming relationship with O’i’en, who, despite it killing Neteyam to admit, was a positive influence in your life, some things about you would never change. The need to help, to be of use, to prove your worth, the need to feel like you’re making an effort, the need to hide your pain deep inside yourself, no matter how hard life was grinding you down, it was intrinsic to you in a way you would never be able to shake. And so Neteyam was sure he'd see you here. But he didn't. Instead, he saw his mother, spotting him from across the patch of forest they called home, eyeing him intently, with a blend of emotions Neteyam couldn't quite place. There was a heaviness to her, which he couldn't say he felt surprised about, but the twinge of fear and pity in her eyes, clearly directed at her eldest son, was something he didn't expect to see, and it scared him. Without any thought, he tracked towards his family's tent, unable to break his gaze from her, whose own fell to the floor, before turning away and entering the home, the flaps swinging closed behind her, the sudden chasm between them putting a knot in Neteyam's throat. Something was wrong. What else could be wrong?

And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island Wondering, "Where did my baby go?"

"Sa'nok, nawm sa'nok, Oel Ngati Kameie."

His grandmother's permanent serious expression was somehow even more pronounced now, and Neteyam noticed the signs of weariness and exhaustion clear on her beautiful face. Still, with her most arduous attempt at a smile, she brought her curled fingers to her forehead and extended them in her grandson's direction, before giving her daughter a pointed look.

"What's going on?"

"Ma 'itan..."

The knot in his throat descended until it hit his stomach with a heavy splash, the feeling of dread nearly knocking him over.

"Mother, just tell me. Just please... tell me."

"She... she broke the engagement, Neteyam. What happened between you?"

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go Sorry for not making you my centrefold

The river that the Omaticaya used as a source of water, and nourishment, and entertainment, and hygiene, the one that was normally bustling with life and energy, was barren and deserted as you settled on its bank, leg mindlessly swinging back and forth in the cold, clear water. You focused on the way it felt, the flawless flow, as it touched your skin and how every once in a while, fish would nibble at your feet, and you were almost relieved that at least some creatures still looked at you like you were still alive. You didn’t feel like it, not anymore.

You didn’t feel like a Na’vi, like a person, more like a mix of pure grief and guilt that managed to swallow you whole, leaving just a cloud of misery in its wake. You knew you shouldn’t be here. There were better, more important things for you to do. Help was needed in the village, you needed to prepare for the ceremony, you needed to claim your ikran, wash her, cover her in the leafy shroud she would spend the rest of time in. You had to say goodbye. You owed her a proper funeral. You owed her a goodbye. And yet, your body was paralysed on the edge of this river, staring into nothingness, trying to find a way to make your mind, which was simultaneously empty and full of thoughts, each one more horrifying then the next, work and move your muscles, do the thing it always does where adrenaline takes over and makes you focus, makes you try, makes you brave. There was nothing now, not anymore.

Your ears twitched as the shrubbery rustled with movement behind you, and your scrunched nose relaxed as it picked up Jake's scent. Your coiled, immobile tail found its place nestled next to your thighs, and when you turned your head, you noticed your surrogate father, the mighty Olo'eyktan, dressed in ceremonial garbs, the red, feathery vest contrasting nicely against his dark, azure skin. You couldn’t look in his inquisitive, shocked eyes, that knew you to your core, the eyes that always looked at you with love and care, with pride and encouragement, that now you assumed would be filled with sorrow and disappointment, so you settled on looking at his headpiece, the imposing, oval stone a much more manageable sight right now.

"Kid..."

His feet picked up pace, the same way your heart did in your chest, and you let out a shocked, pained gasp as he kneeled by your side and took your body into his, his hand finding the back of your head and you melted in his embrace, listening to his erratic heartbeat that mirrored yours, that you focused on like a hymn, that pulled you out of stupor, and you watched as your tears stained his chest, before your hands found his back, tightening your grip on him.

"Sempu..."

"Shh, kid. It's ok. You're ok... we're gonna be ok."

Over and over, lost again with no surprises Disappointments close your eyes And it gets colder and colder When the sun goes down

Neteyam was trying to calm himself as he was pacing the floor of his grandmother's tent, so much so the rugs were now matted and torn. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe you. After everything, everything that has happened, everything you've both done... after losing O'i'en and Oare, after destroying his relationship and all his plans for the future, after promising him you would never undo this arrangement, after threatening him you'd both get to burn together... after everything... how could you do this?

The anger was all-consuming as it was lighting his every nerve on fire, as it was playing back, in his mind, over and over, your relationship, your rise and fall, the fall that never seemed to end, no matter how hard he wished for it to end, no matter how hard he didn't. He thought about how broken you both were now that the the fall did come to its unsightly end, and how it left you both in pieces, in sharp shards that found each other's flesh to dig into and lacerate, unable to stop yourself from falling apart around each other even at the bitter final act. He thought about how he should be relieved. It was all he wanted, right? You out of his life. He could go back to the girl, the girl he didn't love, no matter how hard he tried, to the life he was once envisioning for himself. If you truly gave up on him, on your quest for revenge, he should be happy. All he's wanted for the past seven years was you out of his life, right? If all you had and all you were was over... if the nightmare was over, that meant a new dawn would be breaking soon. He should want it... right?

And maybe he would want it, maybe he would be happy about it, if only there wasn't this intense hatred blinding him to the truth of the matter, to the potential this new revelation opened up in his life. Because fuck, things changed. Things changed when Oare died, when his sister talked to him, things changed when you woke up, when he found you in the clearing... things changed when you slept together. He told you things, things he didn't even know he felt, but he did feel, as you came around him, as he saw your face writhing in pleasure when you left scratches down his back. He saw your eyes as they locked with his, and in your eyes, for just a moment, there were confessions that maybe you didn't speak out loud, but maybe you didn't have to.

And then... you just... left. You left him, abandoned him without a word, or an explanation, without as much as a disdained "good riddance, asshole". How could you have done this, after everything that's happened? After everything, Neteyam felt like he deserved at least that... or anything, but not this. Not the silence, not to be told about it by his mother. He deserved more than this.

His legs stilled in place and his stomach dropped as your words, the words you shouted at him yesterday kept rushing back to him like the river after a storm, unrelenting and powerful, ready to knock out everything in their wake.

“You keeping your mouth shut and going about your life as if your life wasn’t impermeably connected to mine was what fucking hurt me, Neteyam!"

"You saying nothing, doing nothing, acting like I didn’t exist, like I was just a toy you outgrew, that was worse than anything I could have ever fucking done to you, don’t you understand that?"

"Do you understand that you abandoned me? I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

Fuck.

Do you miss the rogue Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Jake." you tried to contain the cries, you did, but as he held you tightly to his chest, caressing your almost-dry braids and cooing patiently in your ear, it was harder than you could manage in the moment. The sobs were loud and coming out in broken hiccups, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore, and he didn't seem to mind.

"I did this, we did this... Neteyam and I, this stupid war, all the fights, and the battles, and the never-ending need to make the other pay... and all for nothing! All for something he heard, something I said, that I-... If he just asked, I could have told him, I could have explained, I -... fuck!"

"Shh... hey, look at me, kid." His fingers found your chin, that he raised, despite your silent protests, and you were taken aback by his own tears falling down his face, by the unending depth of emotion behind his beautiful, yellow irises, that reminded you a little too much of his eldest son.

"This wasn't your fault, baby girl. It was mine."

"I love you, you know? So much. I look at you, and I see Neytiri, and I see myself. I see your parents, I see this clan, that I chose to be a part of, that I'm grateful for every day of my life. This clan, this family I have, that includes you, this planet... it saved me from myself, from a broken path. And the thought of losing you, losing any of it... it haunted my every dream, it turned into a recurring nightmare that kept me up at night. So I did the only thing I knew how - I tried to mould you into the soldiers I knew you needed to be in order to survive the humans and their poisoned reach, their need to hurt and kill."

You were in awe of his monologue, that you didn't want to - you couldn't - interrupt. You needed to hear this, and he needed to speak it, and so you waited, and listened, and he spoke and cried.

"I thought I was doing the right thing. A father protects. But I failed to recognise how that would affect you, how much the pressure I put on your shoulders, on Neteyam's shoulders, would come to hurt you, to push you to this point. My words and my actions were what drove you both to the dark place you find yourselves in right now, and I'm sorry."

You tightened your grip on him yet again, and let his words sink in you, pass through you. You let them succumb you, like the water in the lake as it took over your body, until you were submerged in it, until you were a different person as you emerged back into the world.

"I'm still learning, kid. We all are... We all make mistakes, and sometimes the mistakes hurt and they cut and they fester, sometimes they are big enough to take over your whole world and eclipse any light shining through. But... people deserve a second chance. People deserve to be able to make amends, to fight to show you they can do better. And I hope I'm one of those people. And I hope Neteyam is, too. I think you two were meant for each other - I saw it every day of your lives, from when you were best friends to best enemies, you completed each other, complemented each other. You made each other better... and worse. But maybe that shows that one of you can't exist without the other. That maybe the connection you have is more than anything life can throw at you, or that you can throw at each other. Maybe it's time for both of you to get a second chance."

Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

Neteyam felt dizzy and nauseous, a sudden need to anchor himself onto the ground more necessary than he could ever remember feeling. Seven years worth of mistakes came rushing over him, ready to swallow him whole. Is this how you felt? This whole time... this is how you felt? So insignificant and small, so used... abandoned, angry and heartbroken... just how he felt. He made you feel this way, he made 12 year old Vi, the person he loved most in the world, feel this way. You left him, just as he left you, and now Neteyam finally could see, finally understood, that you were right. It was worse. The not knowing, the self-doubt and guilt, the feeling like you were nothing more than a toy, ready to be outgrown, knowing you were disposable to someone you thought loved you... it was worse.

He knew he had to find you, he had to, he had to talk to you, he had to tell you all the words his heart was begging him to shout of the top of his lungs, begging him to stop holding inside of it, for it was done keeping his secrets, for all it wanted was to feel again, to dream again... to love again. But it would have to wait. Just a little bit more, it would have to wait, because right now, Oare needed him. Oare would be put to her eternal rest today, and before the ceremony, she still needed to be cleaned and prepared, and while you might not feel capable of facing such a challenge right now, he could do this for you. This he could do, and would, because he needed to, and he knew, deep down, you did, too.

It took a long time, but near eclipse, the ikran was ready, and Neteyam felt a pang of hurt taking in her beauty, so ethereal and extraordinary, so much like the person who came to call her a sister. The person whose voice stopped Neteyam dead in his tracks and sent shivers down his spine.

“Neteyam…?”

When he turned, and saw you, eyes puffy and red, filled with tears that weren’t the first you were shedding, based on the deep stains on your beautiful face, your chest heaving in panted, uneven breaths, released in soft, sorrowful sobs, he couldn’t help in himself, and with a few steps, he closed the distance between you and enveloped you in a tight, rib-cracking hug, one that, to his unending relief, you reciprocated immediately.

“She’s dead, Neteyam… she’s really dead. I wasn’t there for her and now she’s dead.” You were sobbing in his chest, and he tried not to let the moment overwhelm him, this moment that felt more like dreams he’s had than the reality he had to live through, ones in which you came to him, and let your guard down, one in which he got to comfort you instead of bring you pain, ones in which you were his and he was yours, one in which things were good, and pure, like you were.

Were you waiting at our old spot In the tree line, by the gold clock? Did I leave you hanging every single day?

“I’m surprised you’re still alive after today’s training. Dad’s not going easy on you, is he?” Neteyam looked at the little girl, laying on the ground, chest heaving, with eyes of steely determination he doesn’t think are like anything he’s ever see before, and how the tears that pooled in your eyes refused to drop, no matter how oversaturated they got. The tears just didn’t drop. He watched intently, determined to see the first one fall, determined to prove to himself that a girl who’s never trained before, a girl who just lost her parents, a girl who was not from a family of warriors, like his was, wouldn’t be able to withstand the pressure that his father never failed to put on him, and he now seemed intent on putting on you.

But much to his surprise, the tears never did fall. Instead, you got up, canines sunk in so deeply, the blood was pouring out of your lower lip - anything to stop the sob of pain he knew you wanted to let out. When you were on your feet again, you ran your hands over your bloodied knees, where the gashes were still spilling red liquid from when you fell off a cliff and scraped them, before shaking them dry. Neteyam watched in awe as the blood dripped from your fingers and into the ground, and all of a sudden, he was left behind, your footsteps echoing through the forest as you made your way back to the practice arena.

“Guess he knows I can take it.”

Were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? Happy birthday Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? A universe away

"Have you ever considered, Neteyam, that I'm not your enemy? I see you, waiting for me to fail, praying that your dad... and my dad, were wrong about me. Have you ever considered I could help? That if I do this, you don't have to be alone anymore?"

Neteyam's eyes went as wide as his mouth as you turned to face him once more, a soft smile on your face and crinkles around your eyes, that almost hid the soft tears that dropped down your cheeks and mingled with the blood as they reached your lips, and he felt his heart skip a beat, and then two, then three... What was happening to him?

"I'm alone, too. I'm all alone. And I'm scared... of being alone. Of ending up alone. And I think you are, too. So maybe... maybe we can be alone together."

Almost as if controlled by a disembodied presence, Neteyam's body started moving on its own accord until it reached you, until his hand was in your extended one, a peace symbol you both learnt from the once-human Olo'eyktan.

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

And when I got into the accident The sight that flashed before me was your face But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name

“I know… I’m so sorry, Vi.” His hands found your face, that he angled upwards to look into your eyes, holding you tightly, as if letting go meant letting go forever, and he couldn’t, not anymore, not until he told you what he needed to say. Your warm breath brought life into him as he inhaled it, and the courage given by the revelations that loomed over him his entire life, but were only manifested today, it was enough to speak the words nestled in his chest.

“I’m so sorry… not just about Oare, but about everything. Vi, you were right. I did this, I started this. I should have… I should have trusted you, and confided in you. I should have given you the respect you deserved, the consideration of telling you what hurt me. You deserved the chance to explain your point of view, and I took that from you. What you said hurt me… what my dad said hurt me, but… you were my best friend, and I should have come to you. I should never have let you go, Vi. I’m so sorry.”

The words you've waited for what seemed like your whole life opened the dam of your soul, so carefully put together over so many years, now broken as it flooded your whole being with the full force of the sorrow and relief you've buried so deep, you didn't even know if you'd be able to ever make it surface again. But there it was, and his words brought your own forth, and with Jake's words in mind, with lessons of forgiveness and second chances learnt, you spoke, hoping he'd listen, hoping these words could undo at least some of the hurt you put the other through.

“I’m sorry, too. Teyam, I’m so sorry. After losing my parents, you, this family, were all I had. You were everything to me, and I came to rely on you so much, I couldn’t envision life without you. When you left, it broke something in me. It brought back feelings I was yet to deal with, ghosts that haunted me in the middle of the night, insecurities that continue to plague me to this day, fears of being unlovable, of being too much, of not being enough. I have always been too harsh, too guarded, I have always answered every problem with my fists first and my mind second. I’ve never known how to deal with grief, and so I did it in the only way I knew how - by turning it to anger. By making you the enemy. Every time your absence hurt, I needed my presence to hurt you. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being cruel, I’m sorry for taking it too far. I’m so sorry.”

It was necessary, this moment that was long overdue, and although you were sorrowful of the fact it took losing so much for you to realise it, you were grateful that did come in the end. You were happy that, as you moved your head slightly to rest your ear against his chest, listening to his slowly-calming heartbeat, you felt safe again in his embrace while you finally took in your sister’s body, that he spent more time that you could even conceive getting her ready for the ceremony, when you didn't. You were grateful that you didn’t have to go through it by yourself, but with the one person who’s known Oare just as long as you, who’s loved her just as much as you loved Seze, the person who despite it all, knew you to your core - your biggest dreams, your biggest worries, your biggest fantasies, your biggest fears. And here it was, the biggest fear, manifested in front of you like a sleep-paralysis demon, that you had no choice but to brave through, but at least, right in this moment, you didn’t have to brave it alone.

"Thank you. For taking care of her while I couldn't."

"You don't have to thank me. So many things might have changed between us, but this... this never will."

The ceremony was as hard on you as you expected, and by the end, you were so spent, both physically and emotionally, you knew you were in dire need of a nap, one that didn't end in the morning, and maybe not for a few good days. You looked over at Neteyam, who kept his distance, allowing you to be caged in between Lo'ak and Kiri's bodies while you mourned, but who helped you lower Oare into the tree nook where she would lay forever, shedding silent tears as he placed an atokirina on her, his hand finding your lower back as you both said your final goodbyes.

One day, you'd find another ikran. One day, you'll be able to fly again, and think of flying as the beautiful, freeing experience you have come to rely on for your sanity and happiness for the last 7 years. One day. But not today. And not for a long time. Oare made your life special, and worth living. Flying meant what it did to you in no small part because of her. Her thoughts, peaceful and serene, a nice balance to your own, kept you steady and focused in battled, mid flight. Not being able to return the favour would be something you'll have to deal with in time, but as you felt your entire family's presence surrounding you, enveloping you in love and care, as you felt Neteyam's lips make contact with the side of your head in a gesture you've known him capable of, just not with you, you knew, one day, you'll be okay again.

'Cause we were like the mall before the internet It was the one place to be The mischief, the gift-wrapped suburban dreams

It was hot and humid in the forest as you trained - something about the deforestation brought about by the humans made the weather feel hotter, or so the human scientists told you. Either way, you felt as though you were inhaling water instead of air as you tried to catch your breath, the last drill always the hardest in the routine, always the one that broke most Na’vi who were unfortunate enough to be considered good enough to be trained directly by Toruk Makto himself… but not you. You did it, feeling fire in your lungs and sweat mingling with the blood spilling from various cuts from across your body and exacerbating the sting you felt prickling like needles throughout your whole being. Each muscle felt like it was being split in half, but you couldn’t care less. Not now, not when you were so close to beating Neteyam, not when victory would feel so sweet, not when you would be able to collapse in the dirt and pass out the moment it was over.

In the few months since the ceremony, life was more about healing for you than it had ever been. It was a nice change of pace, the peace, one you haven’t known since your parents were still alive, and for the first time in your life, you felt… almost whole. There were still things missing of course - your parents, who you kept in thoughts and prayers every day, and your sister, who you swore Eywa reincarnated in your new ikran, whose thoughts reminded you too much of hers for it to be mere coincidence.

“Vi, you better focus if you want to have any chance at beating me.”

You scoffed, and watched as he flew past you, not before sending a small wink your way, that made you lose your footing for a second, before quickly composing yourself and continuing.

“Don’t get cocky, mighty warrior.”

As far as your relationship with Neteyam went, it took a long while, but in time, you managed to mend what once seemed unmendable and earn each other’s trust once more. It was an uphill battle, most days, but you were grateful to have your best friend back, and to be able to finally meet the Neteyam everyone knew and loved, the one that was kind and considerate, funny and charming, helpful and loving to everyone around him. You were grateful that now, that included you, too. Your mateship was never brought up again, not to the family, that knew you needed this time, and was happy to let you have it. The possibility of it was no longer looming over you like a threat, but more like a golden aura of inevitability that you wouldn’t mind giving into, once the pieces were soldered back together through the mutual effort you were both willing to put into to rebuild both your broken hearts. One day he'd be yours and you'll be his…

But not today, as he beat you, with just barely a split second to spare.

“Ah, that’s too bad… maybe one day. One day, you’ll beat me at this, and on that day, Vi, I will fall to my knees in eternal servitude.”

When you kicked him in the shin, with all your might, and watched as he fell on his knees in front of you, you smirked, the grin wild and unwavering as you circled him, lifting his chin with your index finger and willing him to look in your eyes, mischievous and filled with amusement.

“Hmm, look! You’re already on your knees, Teyam. Now… about the eternal servitude…”

You had no time to react as he grabbed your wrist in his hand and pulled you towards him, until you both fell on the ground, and when he kissed you, you melted, like you normally did in the few times it has happened since that first time, in your clearing. You promised you’d take it slow, but in your defence, you were only Na’vi, and this was, in fact, a lot slower than how you wanted to take it.

You let his fingers roam your body and rejoiced at the way his lips were warm and skilled as they moved on yours, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before you parted them, allowing yourself the pleasure of this kiss, that meant so much to you, that you will never ever take for granted again.

“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.”

You both laughed in the kiss, and with a mental note to yourself to apologise and behave tonight, you knew you were ready to take the next step in this new life, one which neither you or Neteyam would ever have to brave alone ever again. When your lips parted, and he got up from the ground with a soft groan, images of your childhood flashed before your eyes, warm and beautiful, once more, as he stretched out a hand for you. You took it gratefully, allowing him to help you rise, making a silent promise to yourself to commit to more risings than falls, for as long as you could help it.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

The sight that flashed before me was your face Over and over, when the sound goes down

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brummiereader · 11 months

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Killing Me Softly (PART TWO/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Today is your wedding day. Will Tommy be able to hide his true self when an unexpected guest shows up?

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy ( This a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Today was your wedding day. A day you had dreamt about your whole life. You had the dress, the veil, the shoes, your hair and makeup were perfectly curled and immaculately applied, the freshly picked bouquet sat in a glass of water ready to be thrown into a crowd of young women, dreaming of having their own fairytale wedding. Except, this was no fairytale. This was an arranged marriage, an unsigned agreement, too late to back out of. There was no love story to be told, only a sorry tale of how two people had come together, each needing something from the other.

Standing in front of the large wooden framed mirror, your hands brushed out the small creases of your tailored wedding dress, a dress you insisted on paying for yourself. This was after all your wedding gown, the only one you hoped you would ever wear. You could already hear guests starting to make their way into the church, laughter and joy echoed through the old stone bricked building, just like any normal wedding should have. Picking up a glass of whiskey, you downed it in one, the noise of happiness setting your nerves on edge. Did Tommy feel the same, was he as anxious as you? Sitting down in the chair beside you, you buried your head in yours hands as the door suddenly flew open.

" Up, up, come on!" Polly said as she walked into the room, your veil in her hands, your mother following behind her.

" Oh my darling daughter, you look beautiful" your mother said as tears formed in her eyes.

" Now, now Marianne, you'll start her off, and we don't want to ruin her makeup" Polly smiled, placing a supportive hand on your mother's arm " Turn around love" she said as she held out the veil pinning it gently into your hair.

" A vision of beauty" Polly smiled turning you back to her, your mother wiping her cheeks, unable to hold back her tears any longer.

" Everyone's waiting" Ada announced as she stood by the door grinning. "Gorgeous" she mouthed to you as the music started to play.

" We'll see you in there" Polly said, handing you your bouquet of flowers.

" I love you darling, your father would be so proud of you" your mother said hugging you tightly, not wanting to let go, her only child about to leave her. As your mother and Polly left the room, you looked down at the bracelet Tommy had gifted you, smiling as you adjusted its position on your wrist. Your heart was fully open to this marriage, you could only hope Tommy's was too.

With no father to walk you down the aisle, you made the journey alone. Eyes fixed on the bouquet of peonies and roses clutched tightly in your hand, you walked forward to the altar. Half way there you finally looked up to see Tommy standing next to the priest, his hands interlocked in front of him, his eyes fixed on you, as he waited for his bride. Lifting your veil, a smile formed on his lips as he looked you over, his face flashing with satisfaction as he looked back to his brothers behind him, Arthur giving him a wink and smile of approval. Taking your hands in his, you both turned to face the priest as the ceremony begun.

"Do you Thomas Michael Shelby take Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N to be your lawful wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, keep her in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, be faithful to her so long as you both shall live?"

"I do" he said turning to face you, his eyes piercing into yours, his hands holding yours so tightly you could feel his signet ring digging into your skin.

"And do you Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, take Thomas Michael Shelby to be your lawful wedded husband? Will you love him, comfort him, keep him in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, be faithful to him so long as you both shall live?" Rubbing his thumb firmly on the back of your hand Tommy waited for you to say the words, his jaw tightening at your visible apprehension as you looked to the priest then back to him.

"I do" you said, staring into his eyes, a small smile forming on his face as he continued to stroke your hand, slowly easing the pressure of his touch. His gaze was so intense you found yourself getting lost in his eyes, completely unaware of what the priest had said, until, without warning Tommy cupped your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours, drawing you in with his gentle embrace as you felt your heart skip a beat from the passion he emitted.

Turning to face the cheers and claps from the crowd of people behind you, you both walked back up the aisle as husband and wife, it was done, your part of the arrangement was fulfilled. Passing the crowd of guests a young man in a blue suit caught your eye, you recognised him immediately, with a small smile you waved to him as he waved back. Watching the interaction, Tommy's grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer to him, leading you away from the crowd of people. Entering the large reception room located behind the church, you looked around at the lavish decorations that filled the room. No expense was spared. The once empty space was adorned with freshly picked flowers, the finest cutlery, crisp white linen had been delicately laid out along the long table that occupied the middle of the room, as candles illuminated the finery beneath them. Your new husband was clearly trying to make an impression.

Pulling out your chair, Tommy sat down beside you as the rest of the wedding party made their way into the room. Looking at the guests now seated around the table, you noticed the young man in the blue suit seated next to your mother, sharing another smile, you mouthed a small "hi". With the exchange once again not going unnoticed, Tommy rolled his shoulders, clearing his throat as he placed a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it as he sized the man up in the corner of his eye. Narrowing his eyes, irritation on his face, Tommy blew the smoke from the tobacco in his direction, a clear show of annoyance, as the young man from across the table quickly looked away.

"You look beautiful Y/N" Tommy said turning to you as he placed a thumb on your cheek, staring into your eyes. " Did you pick this gown out yourself?" He questioned as his thumb traced down your neck to the lace covering your shoulder.

" I did, do you like it?" You said as you looked down at your dress, blushing at his compliment.

" It's modern" he said, clearing his throat, looking over the detailed embroidered flowers skimming over your cleavage, his jaw tightening as he looked back over to the young man. Modern, what does that even mean? The smile, quickly vanishing from your face, you pulled the cleavage of the dress further up, his words making you feel self-conscious. Was it too much for a wedding dress, did it show too much? You would never normally doubt yourself on something like this but you found yourself seeking his approval.

Dinner had been served, and for the past thirty minutes you had been pushing your food around the plate, barely taking a mouthful, all the time Tommy watching you. It was the lamb, you hated lamb. An expensive choice of meat no doubt, but one you could never stomach. No matter how many times you tried it, it would always leave you feeling sick.

" Do you always pick at your food?" He said, leaning back in his chair as he turned to face you. A look of irritation spread across his face as he picked up his glass of wine In front of him, swigging it in his mouth, swallowing harshly, as his lips pursed at its bitter taste.

" Oh, no, it's the Lamb, it doesn't agree with me" you said as you dropped your fork onto your plate.

"Huh..." He scoffed as he stared at you, his thumb and forefinger forcefully rubbing the stem of the wine glass between them.

" I'm sorry, i..." you started to say as Tommy Interrupted, taking the plate from you.

" Here" he said giving it to a waiter " she doesn't like lamb, get her something else" he ordered, his eyes never leaving you, your cheeks going an embarrassing shade of red, as you looked away, feeling like you had offended him.

" He just wants everything to be perfect for you Y/N" Ada whispered in your ear, sitting beside you .

" Then why do I feel like I've been told off" you whispered back as you reached for the glass of wine In front of you.

" Relax, he's probably nervous too" she said as she nudged your shoulder with hers. Sighing you took a large gulp of wine, too ashamed to even look at him. First the dress now the food, you had begun to learn that Tommy was very particular about certain things, and you was clearly disappointing him already.

A few hours had past since dinner, and Polly had joined you and Ada in conversation, when all of a sudden you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, gaining your attention.

"George!" You said turning around to hug the young man from earlier. " I didn't know you was coming" you told him, your hand still on his arm as Polly looked to Ada, a flicker of concern in her eyes as she scanned the room looking for Tommy.

"I got back from my posting a week ago. Aunt Marianne sent me an invite In the mail, was there when I got back"

" This is my cousin George, I haven't seen in him years" you said as you turned to face Polly and Ada.

" It's nice to meet you George" Polly said as she looked over his shoulder to see Tommy's face now full of fury, as he watched you.

" This really is a nice wedding, your new husband pulled out all the stops " he said chuckling as he placed a friendly hand to the top of your back.

" He did indeed" Polly said as she looked behind him again, to see Tommy marching towards you. "Ada, why don't you go show George the cake" she said urgently, as she took his arm, giving it to her.

"The cake?" Ada laughed, looking at her Aunt in confusion.

" Yes Ada the cake" she said sternly, as Ada rolled her eyes taking George's arm, leading him away.

" Come on Y/N let's go get another drink" she said linking arms with you as she glanced over to see that Tommy had stopped in his tracks, anger spread across his face as he watched you and his Aunt walk away.

"Who was that man Y/N? Tommy asked leaning against the wall, watching you straighten out your dress as you came out the bathroom, an hour later.

"What man?" You asked confused, only for him to let out a dark laugh.

" Don't be smart Y/N, the man you were hugging earlier" he said lightning a cigarette, the flame illuminating the anger in his eyes.

" Well?" He said, walking towards you, his shoulders tense his brow raised. Was he serious? You almost laughed in his face at the ridiculousness of his questions. Tommy's stance was intimidating but this was one thing you refused to give into, you would not enter his little game.

" Grow up Tommy"

" Have something to hide, hm?" He questioned loudly as you tried to push past him, only to be stopped as he grabbed hold of your arm, his pupils widening, a blackness taking over his once crystal blue eyes. You had angered him. Shrugging his grip off, you stormed off, passing Polly as she watched the whole interaction unfold.

" Her bloody cousin, that's who she was hugging. You need to put a lid on your jealousy Tommy" she said walking over to him, anger flashing across her face.

"Jealousy" Tommy scoffed, his hands casually placed in his pockets as he strolled away like nothing had happened.

" Did you think I wouldn't work it out Tommy" she said, her words causing him to stop. " You can fool everyone else with your speeches about needing a wife for business, but not me Thomas Shelby. You have always liked her, why else would you offer to marry a girl you hadn't seen in over ten years, you knew she would do anything for her mother, and you took advantage of that, you're lucky she still likes you too, but your jealousy Tommy...it will one day get the better of you. If you want this to work, you need to back off...Tommy!" She called to him a smirk forming on his lips as he walked away from her, unbothered by his actions.

You had avoided Tommy for the remainder of the evening. Still upset with his behaviour you was sat talking with Ada about what had happened.

" You know he has always liked you, don't you?" Ada said as she looked over to her three brothers standing at the bar. "And don't tell me you never had a thing for him either"

"That was ten years ago Ada" you replied shifting in your seat, as you looked down at your wedding ring.

" Oh come on Y/N, you wouldn't have agreed to this if you didn't still feel something for him"

"Even if I did, we are not exactly of to a great start, you should have seen how he was earlier, he got so angry, I don't remember him ever being like that" you said, as you looked over to Tommy smiling to you, oblivious of your frustration with him.

"He's not the same person you knew from before the war Y/N, it changed him, you need to get to know eachother again. But he cares about you Y/N, I don't think he ever stopped" she answered as she placed a comforting arm around you. She was right, how could you have been so naive to think he was still the same sweet boy from Watery Lane, he was a business man, a feared gangster, a man that had seen war, that would change anyone. But there was something else, the way his pupils turned a sinister black as he grabbed hold of your arm it was possessiveness, controlling. Ada may be right about her brother not being the same person, but did she truly know the man he had become?

" Shall we leave " you heard Tommy say from behind you, more of a statement than a question.

" Right, yeh...ok" you said finishing the rest of your wine, giving Ada a nervous smile as you stood up.

Saying goodbye to your mother you looked over to see Tommy talking with his brothers, Arthur's arm around his shoulder, looking at you as he leaned in, whispering something into his ear. A small chuckle leaving his lips, Tommy looked over to you, his lustful eyes glaring at you from head to toe as he bit his bottom lip. The smile quickly fading from you face, you could only imagine what they were talking about. And that's when it struck you. Did Tommy expect everything a wedding entailed, including the wedding night? A wave of uncertainty washed over you. You barely knew eachother, you had only seen him once before today, and before that ten years ago. Surely he wouldn't expect that from you already?

" You don't say much do you" he said as you was driving to your new home Arrow House, a house he had recently acquired for both of you.

" Sorry, It's been a long day" you said as you played with the lace on your dress.

" Still mad at me? He said glancing over to you.

" Tommy he was my cousin" you answered as you looked over to him. With nothing to say, Tommy just cleared his throat as he looked ahead at the road In front of him. " Don't you trust me?"

" I do, I just don't trust other people" he answered as he shifted in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

" We need to get to know eachother again" you said echoing Ada's words, hopeful he was listening. " One day at a time" you hinted subtly, praying he knew what you was referring to.

" We will have plenty of time to get to know eachother" he said as he pulled up In front of the large house you was now supposed to call home.

Opening the passengers side, Tommy took your hand as you stepped out, slamming the door shut after you with force as he led you to the front door.

"Mr Shelby, Mrs Shelby" an older lady welcomed you both in the foyer. " I'm Frances, the housekeeper here at Arrow House" she said as she looked to you, a timid smile on her lips. "If there's anything you need Mrs Shelby then please let me know "

" It's nice to meet you, and thank yo..." you replied, unable to finish your sentence as Tommy started pulling your hand, walking you up the large wooden stairs in haste.

"Thank you Frances, me and wife won't be needing anything more for tonight" he called down as you hurried behind him.

" Don't i get a tour of the house" you said, anxiously praying he would agree as you reached the top of the stairs.

"Tomorrow" he replied sharply, as he opened the door to the master room. Walking in you, you was taken aback by the sheer size of the room, it was as big as the flat you had shared with your mother, the room was filled with large furniture and expensive decorations. Walking over to the vanity, your hands traced over all the various objects, as you looked in the mirror to see Tommy by the door watching you.

" This is my room?"

" Our room" he said, shutting the door behind him. Turning around, with your back to the vanity, your eyes met his as he started walking towards you, stalking you, his glare never once moving from you as he took off his suit jacket, his waist coat quickly following.

"Tommy it's late, I'm tired" you said as your hands clutched onto the wooden vanity behind you.

" Nice try love" he said as he stepped closer, a dark smile on his face as pulled down the suspenders from his shoulders. Eyes full of lust, pupils blown, Tommy looked at you like an animal would look at it's prey.

" Tommy..." you said, as you felt his lips suddenly kissing along your neck, his hand lifting up your dress as his fingers grazed over your body.

" Tommy, wait, slow down" you said, only for his fingers to move to your inner thigh. You couldn't deny his touch felt good, but it was too soon, things were going too fast. You needed time to know him again before you were intimate with eachother.

"Tommy I can't, I'm bleeding" you said as you tried to grab hold of his hand only for him to push it away.

"I want you Y/N, I've waited long enough" he breathed heavily into your neck as his lips ghosted over your throat, moaning into your delicate skin. Too caught up in his desire for you, your words went unheard as Tommy continued trailing his hands further up your thigh. He was relentless, his mind driven to one thing, his eagerness pressing into your thigh.

" I want you too Tommy, but please, not like this" you said your hands on his chest as you tried to gently push him away. Snapping out of It, Tommy abruptly stopped what he was doing as he stepped away from you. His jaw clenched in frustration, he stood there staring at you.

" Are you lying to me?" He said, his hands on his hips, cocking an eyebrow, as he looked at you pulling down your scrunched up dress.

" No Tommy I'm..I'm not" you said trying to figure out what to say. "When you changed the date of the wedding, it just..it happened to be the same week I would be having my monthly bleed" you lied, your eyes trying to avoid the fury in his.

Without saying another word Tommy just glared at you, the heat of his stare burning into your skin. Pinching his bottom lip between his fingers, he turned away from you, grabbing his suit jacket as he stormed out the room, slamming the door shut with so much force the whole room rattled.

Your legs about to give way, you reached over to the bed frame easing yourself down as your thoughts spun in your head.

Who was this man?

NEXT PART

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moonnightdew · 7 months

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🤍 What’s next for you? 🤍

* Left to right*

Pile #1

Hematite: You will find relief from an extremely mentally, emotionally or externally turbulent time. As the rain washes a way, you will experience a cleanse.

This may have been a time of constant worries regarding your individuality or unnecessary attachments to superficiality & the ego. Now you will refocus & reprioritize what truly matters. The next 8 months you’ll be paying attention to how something makes you feel, instead of how it’s looks on you or for you. Less time spent on external validation, keeping appearances or unsolicited opinions or advice. So expect a makeover that’s just for YOU. Dressing for yourself. Weeding through thoughts, mindsets, opinions or beliefs that aren’t yours, will lift weight off your shoulders. You are going through a reinvention, renovation or renewal period. Take the steps needed to build the future you. What do you see 5 years from now?

Pile #2

Serpentine: Come back down into your body & get out of your head. You may be a creator or artist, that’s going through a creative funk. Go out & be present. Let nature, a party, a festival or the city inspire you. Your art may be lacking at this time, because you’re running on autopilot. Make something without thinking about it too hard. You’re being called to move, instead of overthinking. Go with the flow. Pay attention to your dreams or any sudden visions of creations that flash through your mind. Starting taking consistent action towards your manifestations & watch the pieces come together. 🖼️

What can you create? Where is your inspiration coming from? What are you channeling into your art? How do you allow feelings, of being stuck motivate you?

Pile #3

Carnelian/ Orange Calcite: You have a passion you want to pursue or an idea that you want to test out. You been creating or birthing something ( a home, painting, design, a baby, music, a video, a book or a podcast). You’re channeling your hardships ( breakups, trauma or just life experiences into something beautiful. This could just be simply healing, learning from the past. Turning your lemons into lemonade, maybe even expanding upon that and— lemon meringue. Know that recognition & blessings are coming for your hard work. Protect your sacred creation until it is ready to be released. Financial, material, spiritual & emotional abundance is indicated. You are being called to use your voice & express yourself. Enjoy every minute of this. You deserve it.

*also remember to take care & nourish your body.

What am I giving birth to you? How do I express myself? Am I utilizing my true voice? How am I growing? What’s coming to fruition? How can I protect & tend to my garden? Will I receive & enjoy my fruits? 🍒

Pile #4

Amethyst: Take a look at your relationships & environment. Are they in alignment with you? This a time to make choices, that are in your best interest. Release any people pleasing tendencies, that hold you back from your best self or opportunities. Be mindful, starting fresh doesn’t mean failure or giving up. The smallest moves make the difference. Starting fresh or removing somethings, may be the momentum you need. A big change is coming & am significant accomplishment is in the near future. Don’t give up. Keep showing up for yourself, trust & have faith that, you’ll end up where you’re needed.

Are you a blood bag? A door mat? How do I overlook opportunities? Why do I abandon & neglect my needs? Who’s asking too much of me? What’s no longer filling my cup? What am I pouring into, that is draining me dry?

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reikamasama · 22 days

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𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? II

Pairing ; Hazbin Hotel X G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; implications of Abuse/Manipulation

Word count ; 5.9K

Summary ; You and Rosie are on an outing together, purchasing clothing and eat a meal together! Little did you know you were about to start a new chapter in your life.

⁀➷Prologue, ꕥ chapter I, ꕥ Chapter II

The grass excels a beautiful green color as it gently flows with the breeze, allowing it to pass through with multiple leaves and petals that have fallen from the mixed trees. The different trees sway softly as they sunbathe underneath the tropical sun. There’s a soft smell of grass and flowers that beams through the air.

The park is as empty as ever— not a sound can be heard. The flower gardens are overgrown and the benches are on their last leg, as vines have taken over the majority of them, painting them in the colors of nature; with the orange slowly but surely fading away.

Your eyes stare at the photo of Minori, Yuki, Rinku and you.. standing in this park on its dock with big smiles on your faces. You look so happy..

They look so happy.. you were at peace when you were with them.

You can still remember the scent from the picture, even if your only looking at it. You smile sadly at your phone, you miss them, you really do but your mother has restricted you from seeing them under the exam-season. Yes, you may have not obeyed that rule as you’ve been meeting them in secret, but it still pained you that you weren’t allowed to be with them.

According to your mother they were ‘bad influences’, due to them not being ‘study motivated’.

You have tried explaining to her that you did help them by tutoring them, she got very angry — or maybe annoyed was the right word? Either way she told you that it would stunt your own development if you needed to assist others all of the time instead of focusing on my own studies. Her claims were ludicrous, but she is your mother after all, and they.. do know best.

Your eyes scan the photo, it looks so cheerful, you were all doing silly little poses while smiling. The matching flowers you all decided to wear in your hair blends very well with the cherry blossom leaves falling in the background of the photo. The screen light is the only thing you can focus on right now, as the ends of your bittersweet smile can only grow.

That day was one of the best days in your life. You were able to clear your head, be away from your studies and you were able to be with your friends. It was an actual dream come true and you wanna go back to that moment.. maybe if you just space out you can relive that moment..

“[Name] what are you looking at, dear?”

Her smile is sweet, offering you your false sense of security like she always does. Or maybe it is real..?

You snap out of your day dreaming state, her voice fills the empty air as she speaks your name. Your vision blurs and you blink helping you regain your vision whilst putting your phone down — looking around.

You are standing in a darkened room, it’s filled with quiet whispers as they look at the different exhibits. Wait.. weren’t you just at home? When did you go to the art exhibit. You can’t seem to remember anything as your eyes fixate of your mother remembering her question.

“Ah, i was just looking at the time”

You pause before you continue,

“I know you allowed me to have a study free day so i could join you at this art exhibit, and i am thankful that you wish for me to broaden my creative mind! So i was only checking the time making sure we didn’t have to go home anytime soon!”

Lies, lies and more lies drip through your teeth, it’s like your whole life is built up on lies. Lies to please her, lies to please your mother. You feel your own body enter a dull state, slowly draining all your emotions like a puppet on a string, your eyes feel more dull, you can barely remember if you have blinked at all.. you force a smile as your eye twitches, luckily your mother didn’t notice.

“I’m glad you are enjoying your time here, honey! How about we take a look at that painting over there?”

She asks you; looking at you expectantly awaiting a response.

“Yes mother, let’s! It looks quite lovely from over here.”

Her face turned into a pleased expression clasping her hands together as she begins to make her way towards the painting. You follow — having your hands intertwined as they sit in front of you. You keep a steady pace as you follow her, hearing a tap with every step you take. You swiftly make your way to a small crowd of people admiring the displayed painting.

You squish yourself into the crowd surrounding the painting. It reeked of perfume, it made your nose scrunch up as you felt the different fragrances collide creating that horrid stench. You look to your right — eyeing your mother before you follow her gaze letting yours land on the painting. It is a very strange piece.? It has a few lines and circles drawn on it. It barely had any variation with shapes or colors, it was a simple painting only using different shades of greens and blues. How do people enjoy this so called ‘art’? It feels empty, there’s no thought or emotion put into that thing.. there’s no message the art is trying to forward, there’s no eye catching features, it’s a whole lot of nothing. At least from what you can tell.

You grow restless.. the painting goes from boring to ugly, you don’t want to see it anymore, no. You want to leave.. standing in the crowd makes you feel nervous, it feels as if a pair of eyes are always on you, the feeling haunts you and sends a shiver down your spine. Despite this spacious room and the fact it’s not filled to the brim with people you still fear that you are being watched, making you feel a need to make no mistake. Make no mistake. You can’t make a mistake. Ever. Never ever. Why is the room so wide.. why is it so dark, why is it so cold..?

You exhale quietly and you swore you were able to see a little cloud form in front of your face due to the chilly air. A voice snaps you out of your strange day dreaming state once again.

“Dear this piece has such value doesn’t it?”

God, you really gotta stop doing this. Your neck snaps towards your mother’s direction, a forced smile stays plastered on your face.

“Yes of course, i liked its creative aspects quite a lot.”

Lies, come on just speak the truth!

“Are you ready to move onto the next piece?”

Yes, you don’t want to be here: you wish for her to let you go home.

“Yes mother!”

You escape the rich scent making your way out of the crowd.

Clack. That sound echoed though the venue as the picture perfect mother and child makes their way to another painting, this one only had a few people admiring it and you mentally relaxed ever so slightly — knowing it won’t have that rich people scent all over the place. Your mother and you finally reach the painting, your eyes land on the colorful canvas and it reminds you of something.

The painting resembles a beautiful flower that’s placed inside of a vase, that is on a cozy wooden table. The flower in itself struck you with such a spesific feeling, like something you’ve seen before. It has such gradient colors and this is something that pulls you in. You could tell that the artist has put their heart and soul into this and there is definitely some kind of message that you might not be able to decipher — but you knew that this painting was something special.. Wait a minute..

It’s as if a puzzle has been solved inside of your brain, a certain piece of said puzzle that has been misplaced finally finds its place. This flower is recognizable due to it being the same flower you and your friends were wearing in the picture! You feel a strange wave of happiness sending throughout your body, you feel like you’re back in control it’s you now, it’s really you. Like the strings have been lifted but you lifted them on your own.

“Oh my god, [Name]? I never knew you were into art, what are you doing here!”

Arms wrap around your shoulders as you hear a chuckle, they spin you around only to lock you in a hug. Your eyes lay upon the figure who’s hugging you, it was the one and only Yuki. She normally isn’t this affectionate, but it’s probably due to the fact you haven’t been able to meet her a lot recently.

“Oh, dear is this a friend of yours?”

You freeze in Yuki’s grip feeling her arms gently let go of you, freeing you from her warm embrace. You don’t want her to meet her, what if she.. disapproved.?

“Yes mother, this is Yuki!”

You pause before you stand in the middle of the two your eyes mostly staying on your mothers.

Her snake eyes — eye Yuki up and down with a judgmental look before her face softens up and she smiles calmly.

“Hello there Yuki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

⋇⊶⊰ n o ⊱⊷⋇

Your body leans against the oddly comfortable mattress in your newfound room. You had been in Rosie’s care for a few weeks now and you have grown quite fond of her. Rosie has always been such a darling to you, prioritizing your needs over her own. She has helped guide you throughout hell and there’s quite a lot you had to learn.

You made sure to jot down the most important parts in a notebook, just in case. Your fingers trace alongside the surface of the notebook, it had a black cover with a rose on it. Allowing your thumb to fall on the cover of the notebook, opening it.

The first page has the headline ‘Important’ on it. The handwriting was a very readable one, something your mother had taught you from an early age

“Having a presentable writing style will make you stand out above the rest and bring you more job opportunities”

Gosh, you really need to stop thinking about her, she isn’t here anymore. She isn’t here. Is she? You are your own dependent person now, heck Rosie is more of a mother than she ever will be. Your strings have been cut and you are no longer her puppet.

You’re grateful for having Rosie take care of you, really. But the freedom hell was able to provide you was an overwhelming sensation to say the least.

Before you fell down to hell your mother controlled your whole life, from your clothes to the actions you made, it was all things she controlled on your never ending stage.

It was like you were acting in a one man show — creating the most pleasing stage performance to the person you were supposed to love and trust the most.

You were tired, really really tired and you had never taken a notice to this until you got an actual good nights rest your first few days here with Rosie. You were forced to be in bed rest by Rosie, and she was not taking no for an answer. She has brought you meals, decorative items for your room and went to you just to chat about her emporium and other gossip. You listened to her rants, her voice had such emotion, emotion your mother never was able to give you. Rosie and you also had had conversations about the pain in your throat, she made sure to bring you all sorts of foods and drinks trying to help you get better, and within these few weeks it was like you were building up a kind of ‘talk tolerance’. You were now able to hold multiple conversations before your throat gives you the sensation of that sharp pain you felt once you first meet Rosie.

Speaking of Rosie, she wished for you to join her for an outing today.

You weren’t quite sure what the outing was for but you knew she was going to bring you outside of cannibal town, that in itself is a rare occasion. You swing yourself off of the bed letting your feet land on the floor with a quiet ‘thud’. You stand up and stretch, raising your arms towards the ceiling as you let out a yawn, stretching your sore muscles. You let out a satisfied exhale as you walking over to your drawer hearing a creek sound coming from the creaky wooden floors with each step you take.

You slip on some clothing that Rosie has been lending you over these past weeks, they might have been a tad big on you, you didn’t mind though. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, admiring your demon features before you fix your hair making you look presentable. You slip on some shoes before you reach out for the golden knob on the vintage themed door.

Your eyes look back to glance on the room once last time before you leave, making sure to hadn’t forgotten anything, not that you had much to leave anyway..

Once you confirm that there’s nothing you’re leaving behind you twist the doorknob and exit the room.

You make your way though the darkened hallway, it’s only light being provided by a little lamp at the end of the hallway. Your fingers trace along the cold wall as you walk to the end of the hallway. You really liked the vintage theme to the whole town, it’s just like the history books you used to read and it makes you feel welcome, you used to have a modern home back on earth so this was a nice change of pace. Your feet clack whilst making contact with the wooden flooring, your footsteps are the only thing that can be heard down the echoey hallway, you steadily reach the wooden stairs. Your hand reaches to hold the un-even railing of the staircase as you begin walking down it, carefully letting your hand slide down the railing to make sure you don’t get any splinters. You stumble when you’re at the bottom step and clumsily make an entrance to the emporium.

You quickly straighten your backs and brush of imaginary dust off of your clothing, wishing to the seven rings of hell Rosie did not see your little mishap. Your eyes scan the area landing on Rosie standing behind the emporiums counter, you feel warm upon seeing her little smile as she counts money, it seems that her shop has been doing very well today! You feel a smile grow on your face as your legs gravitate towards the counter, step after step you slowly get closer to Rosie with your quiet footsteps tapping on the stone like floor. Rosie seemingly was stuck in her own world as you reached the counter and stood behind it, not sure if she was able to sense your presence. You were about to clear your throat to catch her attention but her voice interrupted your actions;

“Ah, [Name] you have finally arrived, you know keeping a lady waiting is very rude now— oh I’m just kidding no need to break a sweat over this dear!”

She chuckles at her own ranting before she places the money back in the register, her fingers fiddles with a stubborn lock and you decide it’s a good time to ask her what you are even going to do.

“So, Rosie. You have never taken the time to explain what exactly this outing is for?”

You say this wearing a normal expression, but your voice gives you away as it sounds more confused if anything.

Rosie lights up ever so slightly at the mention of the outing as she clasps her hands together,

“Well my dear [Name], we both know that you have been borrowing a lot my stuff since you have arrived here,”

She pauses wich leaves room for you to input an apology.

“Yes about that I’m sorry Rosie—“

“No no! I do not mind at all, after all if i didn’t wish for you to borrow my things i wouldn’t have permitted you to use them.”

You knew arguing with Rosie about this wouldn’t lead anywhere, she was a stubborn lady who stood her ground, you respected that and honestly kind of envied it. It’s something you were never able to do, stand up to yourself.

Rosie places a hand on her hip as she continues with a soft look on her face.

“Well the reason for this outing today is that we are going to purchase you new clothing! I believe you would like to wear other clothing than what you are borrowing from me at the moment, hm?”

You have never really thought of it before, you were used to your mother purchasing all of your clothes so getting to borrow some from Rosie was nothing too different. Rosie’s clothing may have been a bit too oversized on you but it was nothing that hindered you, from work or anything of the sorts but you have been a bit interested in the world of clothing, maybe this is a way you’ll be able to express yourself! Maybe a new start? You like the sound of that, the sound of you becoming your own person.

“While i don’t mind wearing this, they are quite comfy after all! It would be nice with something that’s a little more.. me.?”

The end of the sentence trails off feeling like you’re having a hard time choosing the right wording.

She chuckles and lets one of her hands fall onto your shoulder, patting it before making her way to the front of the counter. Your hands fold as you let them rest in front of you.

“Shall we?”

Rosie says, offering you a toothy smile as you nod. The two of you make your way to exit the emporium.

⋇⊶⊰ s t u c k ⊱⊷⋇

The sound of you and Rosie’s footsteps straddling along the sidewalk can barley be heard as demons outside of cannibal town seem to be more indecent, loud fights and conversations followed along with blasting TV’s follow trough out the streets of the pride ring. Your eyes dart around the overwhelming streets. You feel rather tense, staying on guard with each step you take. With every passing second your muscles become more sore as you feel uncomfortable.

You never knew what to expect from hell.. but this was exactly like Rosie explained it — if not even worse..

You feel a slender hand find its way on the small of your back as it makes you stop in your tracks and urge you in a direction to a certain store. Your head swiftly turn only to see Rosie standing there with her normal grinning self looking down at you giving you a reassuring smile. Your head turns to the direction she is urging you in. It was a tailor store, and it was also the only eye catching store on the street as it was the only store that hadn’t been completely torn.. You hesitate before reaching your hand out to the handle. your fingers slowly grip around the oddly long handle.. huh its strangely cold for something that’s in hell. You inhale deeply trying to shake off the odd feeling you’ve got brewing inside of you.

The inside of the shop has a very cozy feeling, it has very fitting colors that reminds you of the Victorian era. There’s very over-the-top fancy decors on both furniture and clothing with golden accents. Your eyes dart around the store landing on different mannequins dressed in all sorts of clothing, from frilly to pointy, casual to formal — there’s a bit of everything in here.

“Oh this shop has always had such a nice feeling to it, maybe i should ask them to be a part of cannibal town! Haha”

Rosie laughs at her little comment before her eyes dart to you,

“So dear, what do you think? Where would you like to start?”

Her question makes you stop in your tracks, she’s right, where should you start? You could start with shirts? Maybe pants? Maybe accessories — ugh.. this is gonna be harder than you expected.. you consider your options

“How about we take a stroll around the shop? And see if i find something eye catching along the way?”

She agrees with you as she follows you around the store.

You have a hard time at first, it was difficult learning how to figure out your likes and dislikes. You feel different pieces have different textures and colors, you now have an understanding for your mother who took a long time in stores like these — it was a struggle picking out outfits that would look nice together.

It takes you a second but you start warming up a little after Rosie points out a few articles of clothing here and there and not long after, you’ve managed to fill a bag of clothes. You feel proud of yourself, it’s your beginning to the new you. The clothing you’ve picked out is very different from what your mom used to choose for you. You were always told as a kid that you were dressing in such an ‘adult’ like-way, little did they know it was cause you never were allowed to choose clothing of your own.

You take a quick look through the bag feeling that you’ve picked out enough clothing to fill out your wardrobe. Rosie was hesitating — feeling that you could pick out even more but she decided to sneak in a few more pieces just to help you out a little.

When you told Rosie you felt finished with your shopping the two of you went to the fitting rooms.

You feel the soft fabric of the curtain against your fingers as you open it with a bit of force. Rosie hands you the bag she’s been carrying all of this time and you let out a quick ‘thank you’ before closing the velvet curtain allowing you to change.

There’s multiple mirrors in the dressing room and it feels so strange being able to see yourself from different angles all at once. You gently place the bag on the floor with a little ‘plop’ before you bend down picking up different pairs of shirts and trousers gently placing them on the little black wooden stool inside of the dressing room. You undress yourself, starting with your shirt, then the rest. You get kind of distracted being able to see yourself in the mirror in such a state, yes you’ve seen your full demon form before but it still strikes you as odd no matter how many times you see yourself. Your hands hover over the shirts before you find one that sticks out amongst the rest as you pick it up. You raise your arms sliding your hands and head trough the holes of the shirts, and as its on you adjust the shirt smoothing out any wrinkles you can find. You smile to yourself, the shirt has a very soft color and it has a few frills adding some volume to it. Now all you needed were a pair of trousers, you find a pair that you see fit with the shirt and slide them on, you can feel the soft texture of the trousers and it is very comfortable.

You admire the outfit you’ve put on in the mirror, it really suits you and you feel it brings out a whole new side from you. Huh i guess, ‘clothes makes the sinner’ really is true!

“I’m done!”

You say in a louder tone, a tone audible enough for Rosie to hear but not close to make anybody else believe you’re an obnoxiously loud asshole.

Your voice tells Rosie that you’re done and her face turns to the silky curtains you’re hiding behind, looking expectantly at it. Your hands grab onto the velvet curtains struggling once again to slide the curtain open, but as it slides open you take a step out of the dressing room, resting your hands clasped together in front of you like you usually do. You were expecting a reaction from Rosie but you were certainly never expecting her to start clapping to the outfit you’ve put together.

“My, this is definitely better than i expected! It fits you so well, dear!”

She coos followed along by a chuckle;

“Go on now, don’t just stand there! Give me a little spin!”

You do just that, lifting the weight off of your feet as you give Rosie a gentle spin showing her your whole outfit.

She keeps on complimenting you and your outfit making you feel embarrassed as your cheeks grow warm.

“Aha.. thank you Rosie, I’m glad you like it.”

Your words were short but your voice sounded sincere, you are not used to all this attention she’s giving you.. but you have got to admit that it feels nice.

“Here dear, try this hat on I’m sure it will add to your look quite a lot!~”

She gives you a playful wink, followed by her hands reaching out for your head, gently placing the hat on you. Your head turns to look into one of the mirrors in the dressing room. You felt a bubbly feeling inside of your chest, you just felt so happy.. you looked so pretty — and it’s all thanks to Rosie letting you be, well you! You smile feeling a little tear build up, but you softly rub your eye and turn back to Rosie with a smile, an authentic smile.

“Thank you Rosie!”

You chuckle along side with her as she pats you on the back;

“Of course dear, you look lovely!”

Her hands move from your back to your shoulders before she urges you into the changing room once again, she lets go of your shoulders once you’re in the room and grabs onto the curtain.

“Try on those other outfits now! We don’t got all day i still have a few things planned for us!”

You felt very confident after the interaction. Rosie has been nothing but supportive and that doesn’t change as you try on the different outfits. She praises them one by one and it was strange.. you don’t remember placing some articles of clothing in the bag? Oh well, it worked out in any case so that’s fine. When you were done with the little ‘shopping spree’ you felt famished and Rosie suggested that the two of you headed to a restaurant that she had been eyeing for a while, you trusted in her style and the two of you made the way to a restaurants. It was a very classy restaurant and multiple sinners where there, sinners with more money and have a higher status in hell. You may not really be important to hell but you are in important company. You believe you recognize multiple of the sinners there. At one of the tables you believe that Carmilla sits there along side with her daughters, on another table across the restaurant your able to see the Vees— their loud and obnoxious well at least Vox and Valentino is Velvette couldn’t care less it seemed. A sinner came up to you and Rosie bringing the two of you to a table that’s placed far away from Carmilla and the Vees.

The table presented in front of you seems to be in a more secluded area as multiple tables were empty. You thanked Lucifer for being in a less crowded space. You feel your tense shoulders soften up and only then you realized how truly tense you have been this whole outing. You exhale quietly before pulling out the chair that’s presented before you, it is a very.. normal chair, nothing special like you thought this place would be since Rosie seems to prefer class. You sit down onto the not-so-soft chair.

“You seem to have finally relaxed dearie, did you not enjoy your free shopping spree?”

She says that with a smug expression on her face as she sits down and crosses her leg over the other.

You feel a bit panicked — swiftly trying to explain yourself,

“No that’s not it at all Rosie! I appreciate your help! Hell is just — hell you know..!”

You chuckle quietly at your own pun as Rosie chuckles alongside you.

“Well i certainly can’t blame you for that, in any case dear welcome to one of my favorite restaurants in hell! Now i do prefer.. meatier meats, i assumed you were not into trying that yet, am i right?”

You nod not really saying anything, and after a second or so a waiter comes up to the table in a strangely good timing. You look at the waiter and they look tired, like they hate their job — you expect to hear a tired annoyed voice as they speak;

“What would you like Miss Rosie and..?”

“Mx. [Name] is fine!”

Their voice was strangely happy as they handed out the menu’s,

“So, what would the two of you like? Or shall i circle back later to take your order?”

You pick up the menu to scroll trough it quickly, there was a lot of options with really fancy names that honestly were hard to read.. but you did regonize some of the desserts.. ‘cheesecake’ ‘Velvette cake’ ‘cupcake’ ‘angel food cake’ hmm.. there is a lot of cake in here— wait! Angel food cake? Sign me up! You softly place down the menu noticing how both Rosie and the waiter was starring at you rather intensely and it made you feel nervous, so you stutter as you speak;

“I..l have the angel food.. cake.” You pause;

“Please.”

Rosie smiles and looks to the waiter,

“well you heard the little darling, one angel food cake, and double it!”

The waiter scribbles in their little notebook with their tired face looking more lively now.

“And what would you like to drink”

You felt the day has been kind of tiering, so a simple water couldn’t do you any harm.

“Just some water..”

The waiter nods and glances at Rosie whom just nods quietly telling the waiter she was going to order the same as you. The waiter quickly scribbles on the notebook before taking their leave the two of you to chit-chat.

Your eyes wander around the restaurant not specifically looking at anything in particular. Time feels — awfully slow for some reason, tick, tock ,tick ,tock.. the clock clouds your brain.

Its ticking reminds you of the late study sessions, the smell of your room. The god awful smell of cleaning products.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

The day of you dying came back to you. The moments pretending to spare your mother only to murder her in cold blood. You remember her face, it was an expression you had never seen from her before - but you knew it all to well.

It was an expression you had worn multiple times before, she had made you feel so small.. so little, she got what she deserved .. right? Right. Im sure you’re just being dramatic, she never did you any good! She only feed you, bought you clothes, gave you a roof over your head she even made you meals…. all you had to do was study… no, no that’s not true stop!

“[Name] dear, you’re spacing out again, what are you doing in that little brain of yours hm?”

Your eyes flutter in confusion, your nose has now been filled with the scent of angel food cake, your pupils darted to the plate of dessert in front of you, it looked just like it did back on earth. Your eyes darted to look at Rosie’s and her expression is difficult to read, that’s Strange your normally swell at reading emotions.

“Sorry,”

Your voice sounded quiet and you raised it to a normal speaking volume;

“What were you saying Rosie?”

The lady chuckled at you before lifting a little fork in her hand taking a bit of the angel foodcake before placing it in her mouth, quickly swallowing it as she answers your question.

“Well pay attention now, for what I’m about to say is important.”

You nod at her statement letting your eyes remain on the gray ladies pupils as you pick up the silverware in your hand, the fork is small and you slice off a bit from your dessert parting your lips as you try the delectable dessert. The flavor beams through your mouth, it’s a bit too sweet for your taste but it makes you happy. You happily listen to Rosie as you chew on the little treat.

“It has been a lovely time to have you around the emporium, and you have brought me a good business I’ll tell ya that! But i believe it’s time..”

She pauses — you presume it’s for dramatic effect as you keep eating pieces of the angel food cake.

“..for you to go to the hazbin hotel.”

You choke on your dessert a little, your hand reaches out for the water as you quickly pour the liquid down your throat, to wash the stuck piece away. What did she just say. The hazbin hotel? The one she has spoken about before? Redemption? you? — hah no way!

You have stopped eating now and the little fork you used to hold in your hand has now fallen onto the plate, you don’t react through. Your expression is so confused, scared, surprised a whole package deal.

“Now dear, calm down you’ll be allowed to visit me anytime! I just believe you shouldn’t be stuck in hell for eternity, sure! You fucked up.. yeah you may be flawed, but i can tell that you’re a good kid, [Name].

“Even if i don’t believe in redemption, go prove me wrong with that strong will of yours!”

..does she actually mean that, does she believe you can be redeemed? You killed someone, but she still believes in you.. you take a deep breath — inhale, exhale.

“Are you.. are you sure.. i mean I’m not doubting you I’m just— what if they won’t accept me there..?”

Your voice struggles with the sentence you’re not sure what to say.. it all just feels like a big decision to make on a whim. Your hands fiddle with anything they can get their hands on and Rosie smiles sadly at you whilst your eyes dart down to look at your hands.

“I’m sure you will dear, and if anything and i mean anything bothers you, the emporium will always be open.”

Her words were calm, comforting even — but now her words weight on you. You want to do your best for Rosie.. but can you?

—

Of course you can.

Your [Name] after all.

⋇⊶⊰ y o u ? ⊱⊷⋇

You wave a nervous hand to Rosie before you turn a 180, allowing you to get a good view at the hotel. It is huge but has a very.. strange appearance, also it’s located on the side of the town isolated from everything else— that’s one of the weirdest things ever! You can feel your heart raising as you being walking up to the hotel, one step after another.

When you are stood at the door you take some deep breaths, come on! You have got this [Name]! You hesitantly reach your hand out to the handle before gently opening the door.

⋇⊶⊰ E N D ⊱⊷⋇

Sheesh, this was a long one! The author apologizes for the delay on the chapter and would like to say that he will publish chapters around every 2 weeks! He tries his best and nitpicks a lot on his story wich can delay the writing! He would also like me to inform that there’s now a tag list, so if you are interested please go ahead and tell us in the comments!

That’s all I’ve got to say for now, so i hope everyone enjoyed this story-telling session and i hope to see everyone back for more next time! Bye-bye now!

(Thanks everyone for the support on the recent 2 parts of this series, it makes me so happy to see people enjoy reading it and the reblogs has brought big smiles to my face! Thank you everybody sm<3)

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It Takes Time to Sew a Doll Yan. Vox x CIS. FEM Reader.

It Takes Time to Sew a Doll. Yandere Vox x Cis. Female reader. PT 1

Warnings: Creepy dreams, stalking, hits, kidnapping, intimidation, panic attacks, insomnia referenced not explicit, non con touching (not sexual), hypno, dirty thoughts, mansplaining, misogyny, the use of the pet name DOLL, use of the pronouns she/her.

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@bloodypeachblog @omniuravity Dedicated to my besties.

Vox knew he was spiralling.

With each static passage of electricity through the maze of wires in his body he felt his resolve crumble further… every second consumed by images flashing carelessly across his face.

Why couldnt he get rid of these pervasive thoughts?

When he dreamed he was happy, the bright colours would fade to black and from the black, came the black and white visions he knew deep down he couldn't ascertain. That certain kind of sweetness rid from the newer movies spewed from his own companies, that loss of perfect innocent love that he strove for. In life he couldn't get romance right, and in his resting hours his subconscious begged him to pursue that sickening farce of a “family”. .

He always awoke to his screens playing that same damn scene, under a cork tree on the top of a grassy hill he sat, wife in his arms, head across his lap as he waxed on while the sun set. A beautiful- unattainable picture that zoomed out to the suburbs he rotted away in during the final years of his life. No matter what remedy he tried, nothing could soothe the hallucinations that plagued his sleep-addled mainframes.

It was beginning to interfere with his day to day.

The office- a drab, but often chaotic environment buzzed just a little differently when Vox walked in that day, people gasping and awwing at their screens before hiding the monitors from him. Something was up. But there was little energy on Vox’s behalf to really care about what lower staff were doing, so long as they were getting what they needed to get done, done.

He should have suspected, however, that it was buzzing about him.

Throughout the day the chattering that he could hear all the way in his own office died down the second he stepped in the room, so- to save himself the headache- he decided to trudge up to his lookout and find the cause of the issue.

There right there.

Across all the screens in hell- save his own companies monitors was the scene, but across the bottom- like the reels in the TV broadcasts, was the phrase- “Have you seen this person, if found return to the VVV tower, Vox’s office, compensation of up to 1 mill will be received. No harm will come to the person. Thank you for your cooperation.” It was a start for him.

Like the electricity that ran through his own body he ran through the building- towards the recording studio- and into his chair, forcing all staff to their positions immediately. The red lights on the cameras blinked mockingly, as if compelling him to stop before he’d do something he would regret. Snapping his fingers, Vox quickly forced all screens in the studio on him, each crystal clear monitor, displaying his own nervous face. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, citizens of hell-'' he began, covering the edge with the quelling smoothness of his voice, “ignore the video you are seeing on the screens. It was a technical error- and nothing else. As for the young lady in this video…” He trailed off as a feed of video faded into an ages-old monitor. A beautiful display of passion… of love, and life.

“She's not of any importance to anyone here at Voxtech, so rest assured, she does not need to be brought in for any consolation, and any attempts to give this woman here will result in you being politely escorted from the premises. Thank you for your time, this has been a Public Service Announcement.” His hands raked down his face as the screens went dark, the cords keeping them close making themselves scarce as Vox gestured away wildly, his body slumping from the overexertion of nerves. WHY THE FUCK- WAS THIS HAPPENING?

Small glitches wrought hiccups through Vox’s spine, his head hung-desperate for sleep- or at least for a decent cup of coffee, when three sharp knocks sounded. “Oh jesus- Francis! Francis can you tell them I'm a little bus- WOAH HOLY SHIT-” Vox ducked right as Francis came flying above his head. Quickly, to spare himself the equipment bill, Vox gestured for the tvs to move as his accountant was flung through. When he turned to chew out whoever was responsible for potential property damage a weight was shoved into his chest, when it writhed he dropped it.

Disgusted by what it might be.

“Now who exactly-” “Where's the million?” “Excuse me?” Vox asked incredulously, blinking rapidly as he stared into the red eyes of the sharks before him. The poor thing on the ground only then became noticeable to him, and his heart dropped to his feet as he heard quiet crying.

“The million.” “OH! Gentlemen Im so sorry- you see, that wasn't a real advertisement. I can understand your confusion though!” He proposed with a wide swing of his hands. “Well- I can tell you even I was stumped when I saw that. But rest assured it wasn't real…meaning…” he said with a small pout, chastising the men. “You won’t be getting anything. Now I'll see to it she gets home safe, bye bye now!” One of the two was about to make a fuss before the room burst blue for a split second, disorienting him.

“The exit is to the left off the balcony and onto the ground gentlemen, I trust you’ll stick the landing.” Francis, who had been recovering during the duration of this conversation, limped raggedly forward to excuse the two who had intruded. There wasn't much contest as the men shucked their heels into the ground and were essentially wheeled out. Nosy faces of employees peeked from every corner to determine the cause of the commotion but were broken by one of Vox’s well placed whistles.

In an instant he slammed the doors and rushed back over to the bag laying still on the ground, nothing but a shaky tremble as he drew nearer. Something about this warmth was familiar- if not at all strange. It felt warm from the inside out- especially as he placed his hand between her shoulders to see if her breathing evened out.

She wasn't asleep.

“Mamm?” he uttered, tapping her shoulder with a soft tone as his claw barely edged her arm. “I know you're awake, I am going to gently take off your restraints. You're safe and completely in control here.. Now, lay still for just a moment as I take these off of you ok?” Before waiting on a response his clawed hands tore through the knot that raised sad welts on the inside of her wrists. She flexed them before sitting up and going for her burlap sack. The clothes she wore were not fitting for her at all… perhaps he could fix that. A nice blue and red number with a lace collar maybe? He wanted to ponder the idea before the bag was thrown in his face and her white stockings started their scramble off the floor, and upwards.

Now- Vox for who he was took this in stride, choosing to watch as she grabbed the nearest thing to her, (a stapler) and pointed it at him. He raised his hands, and backed away, keeping a cool face, topped with his award winning smile.

“Hey doll, you can go ahead and put that down. I am not here to hurt you. I'm sorry my tv’s acted up the way they did.” Cords wrapped around a wheely chair and sent it under her, causing her to sit harshly and spin as the cords brought her closer to vox. “Hi.” He said with a cheesy smile as he plucked the green stapler from her hands and tossed it to the ground.

“We got off on the wrong foot.” The woman only glared, eyes red from overexertion, features twitching with rage. “I'll start with my name. I am Vox- and you areeee?” Urging her to speak annoyed the two of them equally, Vox because he didn't get to put a voice to the woman he had been dreaming of spending the rest of his eternal life with; and her, because she obviously would rather die.

“Y/N.” she seethed, bitterly spitting the word out at him as he swooned from her voice. “Gorgeous, you go by that?” No answer. “Bah, who needs names anyway right? I mean- names, what is a name? Is it a word, noun, adjective? You know-” he said, spinning on the back of the chair as it soared around the room, making the woman dizzy. “I'm just gonna keep calling you Doll, m’kay?” He pinched her cheek between his fingers, relishing the shocked and disgusted look he drew from her as he pulled it back.

“I think it fits! Now- you probably don't want to go home in thooose-'' he said, gesturing to her entire body. Clearly annoyed she feinted him, causing him to stumble over his words before t’sking her. “Aht. Aht. You could have met a worse fate if I didn't protect you back there… don't get smart with me…”

They both stayed like that for a minute before Vox knew he had her where he wanted her, his smile growing roguishly. “A-Atta girl!” he laughed. “I knew you could be good if you really wanted to, now, let's get you up and measur-” She cut him off. “I just need a t-shirt, and some pants..” her gruff tone astounded Vox, who pursed his lips into a smile and nodded, hands still ready to place where he needed. Placing them down he nodded, mindlessly tapping around the desk for his coffee before grabbing the cup and confidently choking down left out grape juice. “That can be done.” and in a flash it was, electricity buzzed where the old clothes were most fucked and in their place an oversized VoxTech Stars shirt hung over her. She grasped at the shirt- confused at its size before a pair of comfy sweats satiated her mind. “Now now, dont worry about how fancy you look. You're a guest here after all, everyone will know that. I have- err ...uhhh…” he said, stalling, “just about eight-ish hours left before I can clock out… can you please-” he asked with big eyes and some half assed prayer hands, “stay put until I get off?”

Her jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed, only easing after she stared into his face. Eyes twinkling, and reflecting the colours that blinked rapidly in his eyes. To spare her from growing weary Vox sauntered forward. “How susceptible-” he whispered, holding her back with one hand and her face with another as he looked deep into her eyes, not expecting to see himself back in them. God he looked a mess, hat askew, colourful lines of stress breaking across his face, ruining his CRT scanning. The distance felt unreal, the hypnosis felt necessary, though it hadnt ever before. If there was any doubt before Vox condemned it, smiling softly as his finger trekked from her ear and down the column of her neck, doubling back around and going back over her shoulder as he released his gaze and hugged her.

Hope crossed Vox’s mind as he held her tight, mind screaming at him to just kiss her there and have her dream the same as him… but slowly he let her go, holding her by the shoulders a fleeting second, as the nigh’ comatose state of the woman bothered him.

With eyes rolled all the way around his head he let up, his control waning until she was just left tired, and headached by the experience. Soft groans escaped her mouth and Vox kept his shut because he knew if he opened it, it would divulge all those juicy nights of soft summer suburbia to a woman who couldnt give a flying fuck.

“I know it feels like a needle through the brain but hey! It's not an actual needle.” That phrasing would only be slightly uncomfortable, as the rest of the day made hell, HELL.

#vox x reader #vox x female reader #yandere vox #yandere vox x reader #yandere vox x female reader #yandere vox fic #ITTSD pt.1

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Pegging the Baki Cast

If you thought I could write well when it came to the reader getting pounded on their period, then you've clearly never heard me talk about pegging men before. NSFW, minors DNI. Both HCs and short stories, you're all welcome ;)

"Baby, can I peg you?"

Baki:

He agrees before he even process what you asked him, but once he realizes what you asked, he doesn't take it back. He's no coward, and you'd seemed so excited when you'd asked, he couldn't possibly take that agreement back.

Of course, he doesn't have anything needed for pegging at home, so you'll both have to pick something out. Don't let him just pick anything though, he doesn't know what he's able to take just yet and will 100% overestimate his abilities.

CLEARLY he can take that massive 12" toy with a blunt head meant for someone with a bit more experience. Never done anal a single day in his life, but he wants that one.

He has no idea what he's doing. He'll take a shower, come out all sexy like "time to fuck my ass baby" but he's done like zero prep beyond being clean and horny. You're going to have to walk him through the process as you're doing it, because he's going to ask you a billion questions.

When you actually get into it though, there are no words, he's just laying there with this wide-eyed, almost dazed look on his face. He's fine, he'd tell you if he wasn't, he's just getting used to the feeling.

Vocal, wiggly and will definitely have a new appreciation for what you go through when he's on top. Would he do it again? Maybe on special occasions, and he's normally the one to ask. Long forgotten are the dreams of big toys though, he's found out he likes the smaller stuff.

Whining usually got Baki what he wanted, and in his mind, it wouldn't be any different here. But the issue was that he wasn't in charge here. No, as a matter of fact, he was the one submitting as your hips slanted against his, relentless and bringing pleasure, but not enough pleasure. He whined and groaned, desperate for some more friction, but every time he started reaching for his leaking cock, your hips would draw almost all the way back and stop, just barely leaving the tip of the strap inside of him, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing that pleasure, nails biting into your hips to ground him. There would be bruises after this was done, but there was no use in complaining about it, not when such beautiful sounds escaped his lips. Your hips ground deep against his, and his eyes rolled back, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips, a shiver running up his spine as his legs squeezed around your hips, holding you in closer.

Silent pleas for more met your ears in a beautiful display of his voice going as light and soft as possible, breathy as he focused on the feelings racing throuhg his body. You could be rougher with him, you could grab him by his thick throat and choke, but that wasn't what was being done this time. This time it was just an introduction, a gentle introduction, not that he seemed to get that at this point. There was a small thought at the back of your mind, a hint of worry that he might just crush your hips or your spine with how hard he was flexing his legs or how hard he was jolting, but there was more trust than fear. Your hands braced on the wide expanses of his chest as you ground deep into him, lips pressing against his own and he moaned, soft, light and airy as his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a shaking hug.

His pupils blown wide, lips parted, kiss swollen and and wet. He was almost completely gone from the pleasure, that was clear as day, but the second your eyes met he got lost in them, seeing so much in them. He could have sword he was seeing the very universe in your eyes, but the stars invaded the rest of his vision and he realized that he was cumming a moment later, gasping and moaning as he held you close. "Oh god baby please don't stop, just like that please-!" he choked as he bucked his hips against yours, desperately seeking to milk his own orgasm for as long as he could, chasing the feeling of your strap so deep inside of him that he was pretty sure it would leave an indent in his guts. If this was how it felt for you when he was on top, then maybe he'd give that to you when he could feel his toes again.

Kozue:

Oh fuck yes. She can see that look in your eyes, and she knows that you'd wreck her shit. She's all for it, especially if you two have the place to yourselves, because then she can be all over you.

She's got a few toys of her own, but she'd definitely be interested in getting a harness for herself, or maybe even a double-ended dildo so you can both peg each-other at the same time. Granted, this is one of the few chances you'll likely get to see her stash though.

She'll absolutely pull up an online sex toy shop and have you pick out one that you both like. Don't think she isn't also getting a strap now that you've brought it up.

Not that hard, she's got an entire self-lubricating system meant to take stuff in. This being said, she definitely has a secret bottle of lube ready just in case, and she's definitely giving herself some foreplay, not that she'll need much considering how excited she is.

She's competent and the second least likely to just go dumb when she's bottoming for you because she's done that before. She'll tell you exactly what she wants and when she wants it. Harder? Now. Deeper? NOW. She's going to tell you.

Confident and in charge despite being on the bottom, she knows what she likes and she knows how to get it, there's very little experimenting that needs to be done beyond what you both want to try. Would she do it again? Of course! Maybe she'll even switch with you!

She was so, so very different to what you were used to. Her hands braced on your shoulders, her hips practically slamming down on yours, her head thrown back as she moaned, not worried in the slightest about the volume, her slick smearing on your hips as she rode you, and she was riding you hard. The soft, slick noise of her cunt around the strap one of the few noises you could hear right now, her hips rocking against yours hard, grinding down, lifting, slamming down, grinding, lifting, her nails digging hard into your shoulders with each downwards stroke. Each time you tried to move to flip her over, her hips slammed down against yours and she forced your back down against the bed with a groan. She knew what she wanted, and right now what she wanted was to ride you like her life was depending on it.

Her hips slowed for only a moment, her hips rolling against yours as she leaned down to kiss you, biting your bottom lip and rolling it between her teeth, a hungry growl escaping her as she stared into your eyes before pressing herself flat against your chest, legs squeezing your hips as she pulled you along, rolling the both of you over. This was your turn now, your turn to be on top, your turn to give pleasure, and she was encouraging you to do what you wanted. That didn't mean she just sat there passively however, oh no, passive wasn't in her vocabulary, not during sex. Her nails bit into your back, her chest pressing up against yours, legs looped around your hips to pull you in closer.

Her arms were deceptively strong as she pulled you in for a crushing hug, shivering slightly as her orgasm drew nearer and nearer. It was a form of praise in itself that she clung to you so hard as she neared her climax, her moans for you and only you to hear, impressions of her pleasure left in your skin via hickeys, scratches and faint bite marks that had really only been slight indents, done in a state of euphoria and slight overstimulation. "Oh god- If you stop right now I'm going to kill you I swear!" She gasped, arching against you again, nails dragging down your forearms, before her head was thrown back against the pillows, a dramatic moan escaping her, but it was indication enough that she was right on the cusp of cumming. If you were wet before, you were absolutely drenched now. Given the chance, you could absolutely sense that she was going to obliterate you when it was her turn to wear the strap.

Hanayama:

Dead stare, plain eye contact, he's going to stare at you until you ask again, and then he'll zone back in. One of the few times you'll ever see him blush. He goes bright red, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. He's not going to answer for a hot minute though.

He doesn't have anything, and he didn't ever think he'd need anything. He's got no idea about any of this and he's completely lost. Never even crossed his mind that you'd want to peg him. Honestly he's too flustered to tell you what he wants, so he'll just let you pick something out.

Despite how big and tough he is, he knows that he's a beginner, so he'll ask for something smaller and softer than you might think, but he's aware that there's no shame in that.

You're going to have to walk him through the steps of prep, because while he knows about foreplay, he just doesn't compute that he also needs foreplay. If you make him do it himself then he'll be prepped enough to immediately take you, but he'd prefer to be thoroughly prepped with your help for the experience.

Yeah he's not capable of using words right now, but he'll make it very clear if he needs to stop. He'd probably prefer being face down for this so you won't see how red he gets (you'll still see it, the entire back of his neck and his shoulders are bright red), so he's definitely established that if he taps out then he's tapping out.

Whiny and jumpy. Anything new gets a whine and a jolt, lots of lube will be needed and a lot of reassurance. Rubbing circles into his lower back will help. Yes he's still tough, and please tell him that. Also if you ever breathe a word of this to his boys he'll break up with you on the spot. Would he do it again? Not likely, but he might occasionally be convinced.

It was incredibly unusual for you to be in this position. Normally it would be him behind you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips and rubbing circles against your lower back waiting for you to loosen up and relax enough for him to take you. But now you took up that role, rubbing circles into his lower back and kissing between his shoulders as you bent over him, a grunt escaping him as the strap sank in slightly further. You'd been at this for a while now, just trying to get him to relax so you could show him how good this felt, but Hanayama wasn't one to relax so easily in such a vulnerable position. If one of his men walked in to find him like this he'd never be respected in the organization again, he could hurt you, you could hurt yourself, this was a bad idea-

His thoughts fled from his brain as you growled in frustration and grabbed him by his throat, pulling his head back so you could press a harsh kiss to his lips from behind him, your hips pressing forward in a firm motion that had his entire body jolting, an uncharacteristically pathetic noise escaping his lips as you bottomed out the strap, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingers as he fought to pull his head back and push it into the pillows again, but you saw the blush turning his cheeks a cherry red, saw the sweat beading at his brow, felt his shivering, heard his soft whines, felt him trying to subtly grind against the sheets beneath him. For such a big strong man, he sure was easy to get close to the edge, especially if you weren't gentle with him like he'd expected you to be. His face was shoved into the pillows once more as your hips rolled against his, pushing deep as your hips rocked against his.

A long, deep whine escaping him, heat radiating off of his shoulders and back as you held him in place, hips rolling so slowly and lightly against his you were shocked that he wasn't more determined to get you actually thrusting instead of grinding, but he seemed perfectly content to let you grind into him and hold him down like he was little more than a plaything. "Fuck- Baby please keep going, 'm gonna cum-!" He hiccoughed in a weak, wavering voice that you'd never heard form him before. This was an entirely new side of him, and honestly, you were starting to like the shy, tiny side of him that desperately clawed at the blankets and pillows, hips grinding against yours, seemingly confused between wanting to grind against you or against the bed. Simply reaching around to grab his shaft seemed to tip him over the edge, a loud wail escaping his lips as he spilled over your fingers. This was certainly going to be interesting.

Chiharu:

He's down! Matter of fact, if you two ever wind up talking about pegging he'll most likely approach you and ask you to peg him at least once for the experience. He's not ashamed of it, he thinks it's a really intimate thing to do.

He doesn't actually have anything and unless you tell him not to, he's going to just suggest using one of your personal toys. He doesn't know that it's not safe to use an anal toy for vaginal, and vice versa, especially if it's been used in the past. You're going to have to help him pick something out for himself.

Much like Baki, he insists on a larger toy because he can totally take it. And he probably could, don't get me wrong, baby boy is tough, but for a starter? Larger, sure, but not the size of his forearm, which is definitely what he'll try and pick.

Once he agrees, he'll do some of his own research. He does a sloppy job on his own, but it's good enough. That being said, the only way to ensure that he's 100% ready and going to have a pain free experience is to just help him.

One of the few times you'll hear him shut up for once. He's not making any noises, he's just letting you do your thing to start out. Once you're in and he's done adjusting to the toy though it's free game. He's going to make noises. Very loud ones.

Needy as all hell and loud. Swears at least twice as much because those are really the only words he's capable of right now. He'll apologize for it later if you bring it up, but in the moment he's not thinking about anything other than how good he feels and how pretty you look fucking his brains out. Would he do it again? Absolutely! Anything for his baby, and he doesn't mind being freaky.

Chiharu liked to put shows on for you, he'd made that clear over the course of the time you two had been involved, but this was another one entirely. His hands were braced on the headboard behind your head as his hips rolled against your own, grinding down hard against your hips, sweat giving his skin a soft sheen, his hair was messy and sticking to his forehead, his head thrown back in ecstasy as his cock left a drooling trail of precum all over your stomach, your hands resting on his hips as he moved. If you could have the sight before you painted and framed on your wall, you'd need a bigger wall because he deserved to be the biggest, most impressive piece in your home, displayed in the most immaculate lighting, but only for your eyes. No, nobody else deserved to see the gangster like this, whining and moaning as he bounced on your strap.

He was good, fucking himself the way he found he liked, and you were there, allowed to watch, participate. You were sure that if you had an actual cock it would be so hard it would cause him pain, and that his insides would be whiter than freshly fallen snow. Reaching up, your hands followed the curve of his spine as he desperately rode you, groaning, lost in his own pleasure to meet the back of his neck, his hair slicked to the nape. Your teased the blonde strands lightly before your fingers tangled in his hair and sharply pulled his head back as you sat up, sinking your teeth into the meat of his neck. He let out a borderline feral yowl, jolting against you as you marked his throat, his hips not ceasing their desperate movement against yours. He was too close to stop now, and you were sure that if you made him stop he'd actually start crying.

Granted, he would cry anyways, you could tell. From the moment you two first hooked up you realized that if he came hard enough, he would cry, simple as that. He'd get so overwhelmed by the pleasure that he'd outright sob as a way to sing your praises, and you were almost dead certain that this was going to be what proved you right. His head pulled back, back forced to arch as his chest was bared for you to bite and kiss and suck hickeys into, his hips desperately rocking against yours, his cock trapped between the both of you, still steadily leaking. "Gahh- Baby- Sugar, please, please just touch me, I need you so bad you're so good to me, so good so good so good, please!" He whined, rolling his hips upwards against yours so he could grind against your stomach, a glassy look to his eyes. Oh yeah, he'd be cumming hard enough to cry, that was a guarantee.

Katsumi:

He accepts as cockily as possible. He's got a bubble butt, he knows it, and he's well aware that some people want him because of said bubble butt. That being said, he's never bottomed a day in his life before this, this is all just bravado for the sake of being macho.

He's got nothing. He doesn't know what to get, and instead of just being normal about it he'll go to the weirdest sex toy site possible and send you the most outlandish ones at the most inconvenient times like "hey bb can't wait for you to fuck my ass with this" and it's just a pinecone shaped dildo.

He does pick out some beginner friendly ones. In the end, he choses something simple and straightforward, just a regular anal toy will do for him because he doesn't need anything too textured. Not yet, at least.

He's done research about the toys, and with that has come research about proper prep. He'll surprise you on the agreed upon Ass Fucking Day, face down, ass up, lubed up and ready to go. He probably got himself a toy for prep, so it's not outside the realm of possibility that he'll have a heart-shaped plug in just to sell it.

He's whining, clawing at the sheets and trying to hold your hand, and that's just because you're kneeling behind him, ready to start. He's a drama queen, but he's just that excited for you. Of course, once you actually start going he's no better, but he trusts you not to hurt him.

He's vocal normally, but that's mostly just him trying to tell you how good you're making him feel without actually saying it. This is genuine. He's moaning like a porn star and shaking so hard you'd think he's got a vibrator for a spine. Would he do it again? Sure! It's something he'd likely really enjoy!

He rambled when he was nervous. He didn't know he had that habit, you were pretty sure that Doppo and Natsue had never told him, and you certainly hadn't either, but right now was definitely a moment when you were happy for his incessant rambling about things. It made it all the more satisfying when you started pushing into him and he simply stopped, mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back into his head, his words dying on his tongue where they would hopefully stay until you were done with him. He'd promised you a night of total bliss under your control. Everything you wanted tonight, you could have, he'd sworn it up and down over and over again until he was red in the face. Mostly because of the topics that had come up, but still, it was the thought that counted.

But you hadn't really shut him up. Oh no. No no, you'd simply removed his ability to use words. His usual borderline pornographic dramatic moans were gone now, replaced with entirely genuine ones, desperate to show you how good he felt, trying to convince you to keep going, not that you needed convincing. Sinking into him over and over again with a soft clap, your nails biting into the fat of his hips leaving half-moon shaped indents in his skin, watching the recoil on his ass cheek as your hips met them, pulling him back down onto the strap after he was jostled forward. He was wiggling more than he normally did, but a hand on the back of his neck soon put an end to that, with him just laying there, accepting whatever you were going to do to him eagerly and without complaint, glancing back at you with pupils blown wide and an eager smile, breathless pants escaping his lips in warm puffs of air.

Soft groans poured from his lips, his eyelids fluttering. Long, thick lashes obscuring his dark brown eyes from your view, but you were more happy to watch the cock-drunk expression develop on his face, his eyes rolling with every sticky thrust into him, the generous amount of lube you'd used amplifying the noises the both of your bodies made, determined to stick to the both of you in sticky, thin strings that were formed only to break as you pulled back to push in again. He whined, grabbing wildly at his blankets and pillows, his leg snaring around your waist to pull you closer against him, even on his side he was still able to maneuver you to where he needed you. "Honey-yyy, please be nice, baby, you're so good at this shit... Where did you learn how to do this?" He asked, though your only response was a wry smile. You wouldn't tell him, you had to keep some of your secrets after all.

Jack:

He gets this dazed look on his face and winds up just wordlessly leaving to go on a walk. You'd think it's a refusal until he gets home and quietly comes to sit next to you to ask more about it. He's as red as a tomato the entire time.

He's got nothing, but he's fine trusting you to pick something up that you want to use on him. Once he's agreed, that's it, he can take it he's tough. It's just a matter of him getting over the mental blocks of being so submissive.

He can absolutely take a larger toy as a starter, but you treating him nicely and being sweet for his first time being pegged is more appreciated than he's able to convey. Just know he appreciates it.

He'll ask questions, do some research and figure stuff out. Him learning about anal training would absolutely be something beneficial, and it's a perfect excuse to hand him a plug and try some public edging. Good luck getting that facade to crack though, he's a tough cookie.

It's almost like trying to approach a wounded wild animal as a start, getting him to lay down for you is hard, but eventually he'll settle in enough to let you start. It's pretty smooth sailing from that point, but he's pretty anxious during his first time.

VOCAL! Vocal and grabby, he needs to grab something to help ground him because he's experiencing a lot of feelings, but he doesn't want to grab you because he doesn't want to hurt you. Would he do it again? Sure, he doesn't see why not, but don't expect him to ask for it outright very often.

Dense, unyielding muscle met your fingers as they dug into his pale flesh, squeezing his hips as you shallowly rocked into him, each time your hips canted forward and sank the strap back into him he let out a tiny, pathetic moan, hands desperate to seek out a handhold so he could grab something. The last time you'd tried to properly pull back and trust into him, his legs had snared around your waist to hold you close and unmoving for a second. Not because he was in pain and needed more time to adjust, oh no, but because he was absolutely blissed out and couldn't tolerate the thought of you pulling out any more than a few centimeters, even if you were going to push back in. He was needy and whining, but this was something nobody else had ever had the chance to do. The next attempt to pull your hips back was met with more success and a low moan, his eyes half-lidded and confused as they met yours, his pupils dilated so wide you could barely see the ring of brown around the black pools.

Leaning forward as your hips pulled back further, you kissed his chest only to bite the meat of his pec as your hips snapped forward. The sound he let out was unholy, pure sin as he moaned, the muscles of his hips coiling tight as he resisted the need to buck his hips against yours, well aware that he'd likely just wind up throwing you off of him, and that's the last thing that he wanted. No, he wanted you close, he wanted you deep. His hesitation was brief, but one of his hands left the now dented metal headboard of his bed to grab the back of your head and bring your lips to his, licking at your lips before he pressed his forehead against yours, your small thrusts sending sparks of pleasure racing through him, enough to confuse his brain and stun him into only being able to hold his forehead against yours and moan, desperate, feverish and needy for you, only for you.

With him now surrendered and pliant, you could properly fuck him, letting him keep your head, your hips were what you needed for this anyways, your hips drawing back before snapping forward as hard as physically possible, and he choked, body arching up against yours, his other hand grabbing a fistful of the sheets, which tore under the force. So much for these ones, but they were a necessary casualty. Your hips slammed against his, the harness biting into your skin ever so slightly, but it was so, so worth it to watch him writhing and squirming beneath you, head falling back against the pillows, jaw dropped open as he moaned nearly non-stop, voice gone hoarse from all the use it was getting. When words did return to him, it was so he could pull your forehead back against his to let out a demand. "Fuck me harder baby, I need to feel your strap all the way up in my throat." He growled, a dangerous spark igniting in his eyes. Turns out his filthy mouth worked just fine. That was something you needed to fix.

Kosho:

Haha! You're joking right? Right? Once he knows you're serious, he's not laughing anymore (beyond nervous laughter) because the thought is kinda intimidating. Just a little bit. He's going to need to think on it for a bit, but he'll likely give in at some point because now that you brought it up, it's on his mind.

He wants to be involved, but he also doesn't. So he'll likely leave most of it in your hands, but will want to give his input for the toy you use on him. He'll practically pass out if he sees anything over 6" on the list, even if the size is adjustable when you order.

He definitely will want a smaller softer toy, but he's not opposed to something that's 6". That's his cap though. 7" is too intimidating, and he doubts he'd ever be able to take a 10" or 12" toy.

If you leave it up to him, he'll be too embarrassed to do research so he'll just slap some lube on, so it's definitely going to be a process of you two trying some stuff out to get him familiar with anal play in general before you get to pegging.

He's probably going to cry ngl. He's so pent up that he can't really relax properly, so lots of lube is needed. Once you're all the way in though, that's when he starts shaking and shivering, making all sorts of little noises. Give him a minute, because while this feels good he hyped himself up too much.

Once you're into it, he's the most dramatic you'll ever see him. He's grabbing his hair, grabbing onto everything, seemingly can't get comfortable. Having him on his side will help with that a little, but he's fine on his front or his back. Would he try it again? He'll never admit it, but yeah, he probably would once he realizes that it feels kinda good.

He looked like he was going to cry. That was really the first thing on your mind as you straddled his hips, your legs spreading his thighs apart, a generous coating of lube already applied, but you were sure that he would ask you for some more, so you drizzled some more on again, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, watching his expression in the mirror. He was already prepped as thoroughly as you could, he'd already cum twice during the process of him getting ready, and he knew he could tell you to stop and you would, but there were still nerves. Another kiss was pressed into the space between his shoulder blades, your eyes meeting his again in the mirror, and he simply nodded, hugging the pillow closer to his face before you actually started pressing in. You could almost swear that you physically saw the thoughts leave his head, his eyes rolling back as his brows relaxed slightly, his arms tightening around the pillow.

You would honestly be more surprised that it took so little to get his brain melting, really. Your hips bumped gently against his, and one of his hands flashed back frantically to grab the flesh of your ass, holding you in place for just a moment before he gave you a cheeky little squeeze and let you go, hand returning to the death grip he had on the pillow, and you honestly couldn't help but roll your eyes. You'd told him it really wasn't that bad and that he should relax and enjoy it, but he'd gotten up in his own head again and had stressed so much he'd almost undone all of your combined hard work. A hand on the center of his lower back was more than enough to keep him in place as you shallowly thrusted against him, tiny whimpers escaping him, his shoulders visibly relaxing as you worked on him.

You didn't want to say anything and ruin his relaxed state, as a matter of fact, you wanted to see if you could break his pretty composed facade, get him crying and begging for you to just please fuck him, even if you were already going to do so. Your fingers sought out his hair as a better handhold, determined to get him to stop muffling himself with the pillow somehow, though your success came quicker than you thought it would as he willingly let you pull his head back, a long, high moan escaping him. "Hnnnng~! Harder baby, please, I need harder, I can take it, promise!" He whined, leaving you stunned dumb, your hips merely continuing to fuck into him as he whined and mewled for more, for harder, faster, deeper. Oh you were definitely going to do this again. Maybe next time he'd let you record him for the next time he decided to go on an adventure for training purposes, that way you wouldn't get lonely.

Kureha:

He's probably bottomed before ngl, so you wanting to peg him isn't as much of a shock. The most likely out of the group to not be surprised. He knows what he likes and he knows his body, so most likely he'll just wind up teasing you as he pulls up sex toy site so you can both pick out a strap.

Oh he's involved alright. He's buying his own toy, telling you all the stuff he likes. He's the kind to show you how he likes to be fucked, so expect for him to drag you onto his lap to ride him while he's riding the toy.

He's a size queen, there's no doubt about that. Unlike the others that insist on a bigger size out of over-confidence, he knows that he likes bigger and that he can take it. He's not going to let you use some monster toy on him though, he's got work to do.

He knows what to do, he's had to stick things in places before. He's got lube and toys, also fingers. He's perfectly prepped and ready for you, and he likely won't let you help, but he'll let you watch.

Business as usual for him honestly. Maybe a bit of grunting and panting when you're first pushing in, but beyond that he's perfectly fine just laying there and letting you do whatever you want to him.

Once you two actually get going though, that's when he's making unholy noises and doing the most sinful things with his hips possible. If he wasn't a doctor, he'd probably have a successful porn career, because he knows just how to get others going. Would he do it again? Sure! How does next Friday sound? He could use it after a long shift when he has the weekend off.

He was almost bored as he laid there, cheek propped up on one hand, but you knew better as he let out a soft moan, followed by a hum, his heels digging into the meat of your ass to bring you closer, deeper against him. He'd come home complaining about how long of a day he'd had, how tired he was of dealing with people and how he was sick and tired of the hospital director getting involved in his business at every possible opportunity, signing him up for activities he didn't have the time or energy for. His complaints had stopped when he saw the familiar strap you were wearing, laying completely naked in bed, rose petals scattered around. He was perfectly happy to let you do as you pleased right now, because his head hurt and his brain didn't have the capacity to be making decisions right at this very moment.

A moan sliced through the air, accompanied by a jolt, and his head dropped forward sharply, his fingers threading through his hair, desperate to find something to grab onto. You'd hit the right spot, and you could see the almost instant relaxation spreading through his body, a low hum escaping him as he rested his head on his arms, relaxing further into the mattress beneath him as you worked above him, though the hum was enough to show his acknowledgement, he very happily showed you just how much he was enjoying himself thanks to your treatment. Loud moans rang through the air as you fucked him on your strap, alternating between powerful vicious thrusts and slow, deep grinds that had him arching his back in pleasure, though if he needed more he let you know without hesitation, digging his heels into the meat of your ass, his legs spread and hooking around your sides.

His hair was off-limits, he'd made that perfectly clear, but it was starting to get in the way. Reaching up, you gathered the rich red locks around your hand, twisting them quickly into the loosest semblance of a braid, just enough to keep it held together, and set it off to the side so you could grab his shoulders and use them as leverage to properly rail into him, though he seemed just as pleased to have your hands on him, arching into your touch with a moan as you squeezed the tense muscles. "You really do know just what to do to help me relax after a long day, don't you darling?" He asked, the bite of sarcasm in his tone, though you saw through that to see the genuinely pleased look in his eyes. He could be as sassy as he wanted, you still knew that he was genuinely appreciative of your efforts.

Retsu:

Forget going red, the man straight up explodes. The smoke is clearly coming from his ears, you can see the error code displaying clearly across his bright red forehead, there's this almost vacant look in his eyes. He won't look at you while he accepts, he can't handle knowing that you want him in that way.

He's got no idea what the hell he's doing :D None whatsoever. He's willing to let you peg him right then and there, but he doesn't have anything that you'd need to actually do so, so getting something is a requirement.

He underestimates what he can take by a lot. He sees a 6" toy and insists that that's far too big and clearly not for a beginner, but he could honestly take an 8" toy just fine on his first try. He doesn't know that though, and you probably won't either.

He's going to do research, and you're going to know when he does it because he'll be incredibly flustered as he approaches you to try something out that he learned. Prep with him won't take too long, he knows how to relax himself, but get him off once or twice before you actually have him just to help.

Gasping, moaning, shaking and grabbing at the nearest thing to him. He wants you to take him in missionary if possible, he wants to look at your pretty face, he needs to see that he's doing a good job. He's going to need a minute once you're actually in to regulate his breathing and take a lil sip of water.

Actually fucking him with the strap is the closest thing you'll get to experiencing divinity. He's so pretty, perfect and pliant beneath you, letting you take what you want from him with a plea and a whine. Would he do it again? He'll rarely ask, but he's open to doing it again, especially since it felt so good the first time.

You honestly had no clue that Retsu could ever possibly get this red. His face was flushed almost crimson as you pinned him against his precious kitchen counter, his braid wrapped around your hand as you pulled his head back slightly to kiss him with each impact of your hips against his, your chest pressed against his back, the strap sinking into him over and over again, his cock jumping against his stomach, raspy gasps escaping his lips, soft, pliant and sweet. He was perfect, so so perfect. If this was what killed you, you could die happy. Your hand met his shaft, jerking him off gently as you fucked into him, kissing and nipping at his shoulders as you took him, keening whines leaving you practically feral, demanding more as your teeth sank into his shoulder, though you only got yowls of pleasure in response.

That was fine, that was perfect. Your nails digging into his hips, he ground back against you eagerly, sweat beading delicately at his brow as he throbbed in your palm, his pulse racing beneath your lips. The morning light through the blinds kissed his skin, highlighting each delicate intricacy of his body, the dip of his abs, the rolling veins of his forearms as he clung to the counter, all of the colours hidden in his eyes, which looked like molten chocolate to you as he looked back at you pleadingly, apparently needing something more than what he was getting at the moment. Whatever it was, you would give it to him. Did he want the sun itself extinguished? You could do that, you were sure of it as you bent him further over the counter, still holding his braid, his long silky hair so soft beneath your fingertips that you almost thought you were dreaming being able to touch it.

Your hand moved faster in tandem with your hips, his bulk submitting to your every touch and whim with only a pleased noise that made pleasure sling through your entire body and straight to your clit. You were so close already, just from fucking him on your strap. "Please- Please, love, please- so good- I love you-! Don't stop-! So good-!" He babbled, and only then did you realize that you'd fucked him dumb, one of his hands grabbing your hip, his dull nails biting into your hip as he desperately sought to bring you closer, deeper, so desperate to feel you against him as he came. You couldn't care less that he came all over the front of the cabinets, that could be cleaned later after you both stopped being horny and sweaty. Right now, your priority was the literal masterpiece that was currently trembling through his orgasm against you.

Doppo & Natsue:

You think Natsue hasn't pegged Doppo before? You fool, you absolute buffoon. She absolutely has, and you asking to peg him will reveal the most wicked grin you'll ever see on her face. Meanwhile Doppo is quietly choking on his water in the corner, because that certainly came out of nowhere. Not that he's complaining.

He's done this before, he knows what he wants, likes and needs. If you need a demonstration, Natsue is more than happy and willing to show you. Given the chance to be on top, she's vicious and Doppo loves it. They've already got something, but if you want to pick out something just for you and Doppo then they're both open to it.

He sees this as the perfect chance to try a new toy that he hasn't tried before, so he'll very casually look through a wide selection with you and Natsue, providing colourful commentary.

He's got the drill down by now, don't worry. He'll get himself nice and ready. If it's something you want, Natsue will help him with a smaller toy so you've got less work to do. Otherwise, she'll happily either step aside or occupy Doppo's mouth.

He's vocal, but he's not saying much of anything beyond telling you how good you look and how good you're making him feel. He's honestly thanking you by the time you're all the way in, and he's thanking Natsue too. He's thankful and he wants you both to know that.

Oh he's completely gone once you get going. No more words, nothing, he's just moaning and grabbing at things. If Natsue's riding him, he's holding onto her hips like they're a lifeline. If not, he's trying to hold your hand and hers at the same time. It's okay, he has big hands, it'll work out. Would he do it again? Oh hell yes! It's a guilty pleasure of his, and it's always nice to be taken care of in bed.

If Doppo could talk right now, you were fairly certain that he'd either be telling you and Natsue how beautiful you both were, or babbling about how good you were both making him feel and how he was so grateful for the attention and the opportunity. But he couldn't actually talk right now.. Well, he could, but that would require an amount of brainpower you were pretty sure you and Natsue had pounded out of him already. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, his hoarse moans filling the air, a delightful harmony with both Natsue's and your own, his big meaty hands frantically grabbing and holding Natsue's waist, her shoulders, your thighs, the blankets. Anything he could reach as she rode him hard while you pounded into him behind her. Your forehead pressed against her shoulders, urging her to lean forward a bit, but she resisted, pressing back against you, actually turning to kiss you hungrily, her fingers slipping between her legs to rub her clit while she ground deep against Doppo.

He was in his own little world, watching the both of you through one half-lidded eye, though his eyepatch was abandoned somewhere on the dresser. It was like he was watching two divine beings, his body wasn't even his own, it was theirs and theirs alone. He was perfectly happy being able to just watch and touch, his hand settling on Natsue's shoulder to rub soothingly so she wouldn't get a cramp from turning so far. Her hands snared around his wrists as she leaned forward sharply, pinning his arms above his head as she kissed him, leaving you to properly rut into him behind her. She held his arms down with one hand, the other holding his jaw as she looked back at you and smiled breathlessly, both of their eyes on you as you let yourself be a bit rougher. He was big and strong, he could take the rougher pace, and he did, with much gusto, his moans increasing in volume and frequency. He was close already.

Natsue hummed as she kissed him, letting him hug her close and guide her hips up and down along his shaft, hold her face tenderly, reach to gently caress your cheek as you brought pleasure to him, pleasure so good it made his mind go foggy. "I think we broke him. Did we break you, my beloved superman?" Natsue asked, and Doppo moaned, tilting her chin towards him so he could kiss her. "My loves, my beautiful, beautiful loves... So pretty, so sweet- hgk! So good to me-!" He babbled, voice hitching, and she chuckled, still playing with her clit, though she looked back at you with a slight smirk as your hand settled on her lower back. At this rate, you were certain you were going to permanently melt Doppo's brain, and while he certainly wouldn't mind, you did actually kind of like his clever quips and sage advice. Kissing Natsue's shoulder, rolled her hips just how she'd showed you not that long ago, and he screamed, hands hitting the floor as he scratched at the floorboards, desperate to cling to something as you sought to bully his prostate. He was going to cum, you wouldn't allow anything less.

Shibukawa:

Oh he's going to bully you for that. You want to peg him? Surely you're joking. But that's just to cover up the fact that he's so flustered by the mere idea that you want him that way. He knows some people do it, but he never thought that you'd want to do it with him. It's not a definite no, but it's a "not right now, let me think"

If he does decide to go through with it, then he's got... Nothing. Sorry. You're going to have to help him pick something out, but that's just so obscene in his eyes that he can't help himself and he has to step away. He's trusting you on this. This is your chance to prank tf out of him. Get something for yourself instead of the small toy he asked you for. Go on, you know you want to.

He gets to about the first page of anal toys and then promptly has to walk away because why are there so many different kinds?!? Why is that one longer than his whole arm?! He's concerned, but he's got a vague idea of what he wants in his mind.

You're going to have to help him with prep, but only because he's too stubborn to do it all by himself. If he's going to do this for you, you'd better help him! And bring lots of lube, because he's got sensitive skin and he knows it.

He's all cocky and confident until you start pushing in, and then he's flailing, moaning, trying to pull you in closer and push you away at the same time. The most dramatic bottom in existence. The cool, calm and cocky attitude returns once you're all the way in and he's adjusted to the size. He just needs his lil freak-out to see if he can rattle you.

He's so bitchy when you're going at it. It's entirely his fault that he chose such a small toy, he knows it, but still, you'd better put that thing to work because once he has a chance to get comfortable he's going to need a bit more than just shallow thrusts. Would he do it again? Sure, why not? He doesn't see the harm in it! Especially if he gets the chance to mess with you again.

His act didn't fool you. You'd learned better a while ago, the frail old man act was just that: an act. He was probably sturdier than you were if you were being entirely honest. It just meant that he wanted something from you though, and it was his way of asking you to give it to him without actually asking you. Your hips slowed against his as you slotted your lips against his, earning a deep groan, his eyes fluttering. But he didn't feel the need to tell you what it is he wanted, apparently having gotten it. He wanted slow, apparently. Wanted you to go slow and stay close where he could hug you and stare into your eyes, a pleased look on his face as he pecked your cheek, your hips pressing against his perfectly. He'd demanded so much lube that you were certain your skin was going to be smooth and hydrated for the next month or so.

Pulling him further down the futon with you, you used it as a chance to get rougher with him for just a second, slamming into him and biting his collarbone. A yowl escaped his lips, and he playfully swatted your rear, though there was nothing behind it, though you weren't quite done with your mischief. Rearing back to your full height, you grabbed his chest like he often did to you when he was on top, tweaking his nipples only to pull out almost entirely, leaving the tip of your strap inside of him. You'd never heard a more desperate noise from the Aiki master in the entire time you'd known him, but you had heard similar sounds from yourself when he'd insisted on teasing you when you were oh so close to cumming. Leaning over him, you pressed his pecs together and practically purred, fucking him on the tip of your strap. It was still stimulation, but you knew it wouldn't be enough for him. You caught the glint in his eye moments before he went to move, but you were quicker, your hips stopping entirely as his legs wrapped around your waist, earning a gasp.

He glared up at you, flustered and flushed, desperate and so, so close. You smirked down at him, full of such smug energy that he had to be proud even through the frustration. A breathless chuckle escaped him as he laid back, grabbing your wrists. "Very funny dear, message received loud and clear. Now would you kindly finish me off?" He asked, and you pretended to contemplate it for just a moment, catching the slight concern in his expression before you smirked wickedly and slammed back into him, earning a yowl as he thrashed beneath you, gasping and grabbing at your shoulders, desperate to bring you close and hold you. Now you could understand why he liked teasing you so much, it really was fun to make your partner quiver beneath you.

#baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #grappler baki #baki dou #baki rahen #baki headcanons #baki hanma #kozue matsumoto #hanayama kaoru #chiharu shiba #katsumi orochi #jack hanma #kosho shinogi #kureha shinogi #retsu kaioh #doppo orochi #natsue orochi #shibukawa gouki

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dhampling · 3 months

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oh dear god please I beg you just a teeny tiny snippet will suffice, please provide a follow-up to Earth Tav somehow reuniting with Astarion, via reincarnation or another divine intervention 😭

in reference to this post here, where Astarion handles a Tav from Earth who returns home after the defeat of the Netherbrain. my darling dearest. your wish is but my command. this is open ended because i was tempted to take it in an nsft direction, but for now please enjoy! cw: none, fluff, the doccy who references are out in FULL FORCE today.

It’s not until the wound has fully scarred over and he’s lying in a sweat-heavy trance that he feels a familiar ice-pick of intervention making headway into his brain.

Someone is tampering with his dreams.

Another quest, perhaps? Another person wanting him to traipse the length of the Sword Coast for their own gain once more?

Lazy by way of an impressionable entrance. He’s a little put off by it in all honesty. Unoriginal.

It’s not until his bleary-eyed dream self rubs the glare from his eyes that he sees the vision before him and chokes.

You.

It’s been a tenday since he last dreamed of you.

He must’ve been slacking.

Your sheer unbridled whimpers of laughter as you barrel towards him. Skidding to the ground where he sits, cross legged; rushing to cup his face in your hands and smatter it with hurried kisses.

“It’s real. This is real. It’s not a dream. I’m here. Well. In your dream, but it’s me.’

It takes him a moment. He inhales deeply.

Gods. It is you. The smell with which he became so familiar, nights under the stars with his nose buried in the crook of your neck.

‘I don’t know when I’ll be able to do this again, if ever.’

Your forehead presses to his as his fingers find yours, looping together as he gasps for air.

‘I think of you every single day. I miss you, every single minute.”

There’s a broken sob in his ear, heavy with spit and shakes.

He heaves a slight wail of his own. Arms lift to pull you down into his lap.

“Love. Oh, love.’

Astarion doesn’t care how you’ve done it. He doesn’t know how long you have left together in the ballroom of his mind and intends to spend every second in the present.

‘My lost love. Look at you.”

As his eyes run the length of your face he studies for changes. You have more grey at the root of your hair, the creases around your eyes a little deeper. Not aged too significantly, but it’s been a while since your adventure together in your realm, too.

You snort a teary giggle.

“Look at you! Beautiful thing. Gods love you still.’

He must look pretty similar. A little more battle-worn, surely; but aside from that the only difference is the rings running up his pointed ears. You toy with them as he holds you close around the waist.

‘I never got to say goodbye, did I?”

No. Not this.

“Don’t. Please.”

You pull back a little and your eyes meet once more, both glimmering wet and aching. It takes a moment for you to speak.

“I’ll spend my whole life looking for a way to come back to you. But this-’

You gesture to the scintillating purples and blues around you, the grass. It’s a similar vision to that of the dream guardian from all that time ago.

‘I’m using a star for the energy to say goodbye.”

He sobs something guttural. Of course you’re destroying a celestial body to see him once more. It couldn’t be something simple, could it?

“Keep doing it! There’s a sky full of them!’

He laughs into you.

‘Or better yet, come back. Please.”

“I’d be old by the time I got to you. People might stare.”

He fumbles for your hand once more. He’s been stashing potions and elixirs to negate your ageing should you appear on his doorstep one day, but you don’t need to know that.

“Don’t care. Come back. Come back to me.”

Your own laugh sounds like it was borne straight from the heavens.

“You don’t think I would if I could? In a heartbeat?”

#answered #my writing #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #fluff

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evansbby · 2 years

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Idk if you are still accepting requests n stuff but I just got to and need to know how our “Don’t Deny the Animal” y/n is doing 😭 Like by now she probably gave birth to their daughter and stuff so can u give us a glimpse please 🥺👉👈

Oh I’ve missed DDTA Chris & his wifey and their babies!! Okay, let’s see what they’re up to!

This drabble is a continuation of my Chris Evans fic, don’t deny the animal + the sequel.

Warnings: rpf, misogyny, smut, dubcon, daddy kink, dark!Chris, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, housewife kink, naive!reader, mentions of: condoms, birth control, contraceptive pill.

Chris knows he’s achieved the life he always dreamed of having. He’s got a beautiful, submissive wife, his twin boys who are growing smarter every day, and now he’s also got an adorable baby daughter — barely three months old but the apple of his eye.

And he loves how you are with the newborn, how you know exactly what to do — how to feed her, burp her, get her to stop crying. He loves how you dress her up all cute with bows and dresses. He loves how you’re always at home looking after his kids. It’s where you flourish, it’s where he always wants you to be.

“She’s fast asleep!” You announce as you enter yours and Chris’ bedroom, and Chris can’t help but stare at you hungrily. And he doesn’t need to be subtle or anything, because you’re his wife, his property. He can feel his dick harden in his pants, looking at you in your sheer silk nightie, the picture-perfect vision of motherhood, his perfect housewife.

He continues to stare as you settle down on the bed, eyes zeroing in on your breasts which are so much bigger now because you’re breastfeeding. Speaking of which, he can see the wet patches on the front of your nightie, and it just makes him harder.

“And the boys are such angels, they put themselves to sleep! Can you believe that? No bedtime story or anything!”

Chris smiles, setting his phone down on the side table, “That’s because I told them they could play on the iPad for half an hour if they brushed their teeth and got changed all by themselves. I know you’re tired, baby..”

You reach out to squeeze his hand, “Thank you. You’re the bestest. Although, I do like telling them their bedtime stories. And I hope you still helped them brush their teeth, they’re only two after all.”

“Of course I did, honey.” Chris grabs your calf and drags you closer to him, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours, “Mm, you smell amazing.”

“That’s because I just showered.” You answer, and Chris knows that. He had a great time watching you come out of the shower wrapped in your tiny pink towel, bending down and lathering lotion all over your smooth legs and yelping when he’d smacked your ass. He’d been horny ever since.

And now even more so because he knows you’ve just fed the baby but you’re still leaking…

Slowly, he slips his hand up to tweak your nipple through the thin satin, loving how you wince because you’re so sensitive. And then, with a rumble in his chest, it’s like his inner animal takes over, and he pulls you into his lap, pushing your nightie down your body, trying to free your breasts.

“You still have to feed daddy.” Chris growls lowly, ripping your nightie down the middle, your breath hitching sweetly when your breasts pop out, and immediately he latches his mouth on one of your nipples, making sure to tweak and play with the other one.

“Mm, Chris…” You sigh, fingers tangling into his hair and he knows you feel relief as he begins to suck, your sweet milk. He just can’t get enough of feeding from you, he knew he had to do it the first time he got you pregnant, and you were so young and confused — not knowing what to do when you began lactating early.

Well, Chris had known what to do, and now you’re both addicted to it. He can tell by the way you moan his name, pushing him more into your breasts, panting when he bites your nipple gently before suckling it again, rutting his hard cock against you the whole time.

“So sweet, baby. You love feeding me, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yeah, daddy. L-Love it so much.” You whimper, helplessly humping against him. And he’s happy that you’re so enthusiastic, because although you’re always insatiable for him, your sex drive hasn’t been the same since when you were pregnant. Pregnancy hormones had you ripping his clothes off about ten times a day.

“That’s right, my sweet little baby, feeding me your mommy milk. Fuck,” he gives you one last, hard suckle before moving to your other breast, squeezing it to make the milk spurt out before sucking, “You’re such a cute little mommy, taking care of your daddy. This is what you were meant for, baby.”

“Mm, want my daddy so bad!” You cry softly, arching your back from your place on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing hard, loving the feel of his hard crotch against your pussy.

And Chris loves your enthusiasm. He’d hated not being able to fuck you after you’d given birth to his baby girl, hated having to wait till the doctor said it was okay, till you said it was okay. Because he’s already missing you being pregnant, missing how hot you looked with your round belly, his child growing inside you.

He wants to knock you up again.

With new fervour, Chris slams you down flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you and resuming suckling your nipple, his other hand squeezing your breast, loving how soft you are. It’s like the animal inside of him has awoken, desperate to get inside you and fill you up till your little baby pussy is leaking with his cum.

And then he’d scoop it all up and shove it back inside you, ensuring you’re stuffed full of his cum so he can get you pregnant again.

“You want daddy to fuck you, huh?” He whispers, your nipple still in his mouth but his eyes locked on yours, “Your little pussy got wet from breastfeeding daddy, didn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy! Wan’ your dick inside me! Please!” You beg so prettily, and it makes him so fucking hard, it’s insane. Everything you do makes him hard.

It doesn’t take too long to get both of you naked, with his clothes strewn all over the bed and your nightie ripped clean in half and the rags lying on the floor, Chris just admiring your stunning body — his property. All his. Nobody else’s.

“Ah, fuck!” You moan as he nudges the tip of his dick against your throbbing clit, and he loves how you buck your hips up, almost like a little virgin with how eager and sweet you are, your juices staining the bedsheets underneath you.

He’s about to shove his fat dick straight into your leaky little fuckhole when your tiny hands push on his chest, a sudden alertness pushing through your usual cock-drunk face, “Daddy, Chris, wait! Do you have a condom?”

Chris feels a certain rage course through his veins at the mention of the word, “What?”

“A condom,” you let out a breathless laugh, “We need to be careful, baby.”

He frowns, “You know I hate condoms, I’ve never used one with you. Ever.”

Another soft, twinkly laugh, “And that’s probably why I’ve been pregnant for the better part of two years.”

Chris blinks, what exactly was so wrong with that? But he knows he has to tread carefully now, lest this conversation go against his favour.

“Honey, I don’t have any condoms.” Which is true. He hates condoms, and why the fuck should he need to wear condoms when you’re his wife? You’re meant to spread your legs for him whenever he wants you to, no complaints. And certainly no talk about fucking condoms.

“Oh.” You look deep in thought for a moment, but still so horny with the way you’re panting hard and periodically rutting against him, “Maybe… Could you pull out before you finish?”

Now Chris is fucking pissed off. A part of him — the animal inside him — wants to just pin you down, clamp a hand over your mouth to shut you up and just fuck you and fill you to the brim with his seed.

Instead, he buries his face in your neck, kissing and licking your sweet spot, feeling you go lax in his arms, “Baby, you know I only like finishing inside you. And I know you like it too.”

“Mm, daddy, I do! But just for now! On Monday, I’ll go to the doctor to talk about going on the pill.”

Chris stops dead in his tracks, straightening up and looking at you with heated eyes, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

You sigh, “I just… a newborn and two toddlers is already a handful. And I love them, I love looking after them but I need the reassurance that I’m not going to get pregnant again right now.”

“Baby, you know I want a big family.” Chris wants nothing less than five kids. More if it means you’ll always be pregnant and indoors, away from everyone else.

“I know that. But I was thinking of maybe… going back into acting? One of my old acting friends texted me about this role I could totally audition for, and—”

“Our baby girl is only three months old.” Chris interrupts you, tone hardening as he begins to lose his patience. For fucksakes, his dick is fucking hard and he wants to fuck you already. He doesn’t need this right now. “How can you be thinking of going back to acting?”

“I know, I know!” You rush to assure him, cupping his face in your hands and he can tell that you’re searching for mercy in his eyes, “Chris, I know! I just thought… maybe in a few months…”

“In a few months, I’m going to be out of town filming my new movie. You know that.” Chris wishes you’d just erase the idea of acting from your head entirely. Your job is to be his wife and the mother of his children — it’s what you’re best at, and it’s the only thing you should be worrying about right now.

“And I want our kids to be close in age. Which is why I think the best thing for you to do right now is relax and stay at home, take care of our babies and wait a few months before we start trying for another one. Do I make myself clear?”

He purposely puts on his strict voice, the tone that conveys that there’s no room for argument, that his word is the final word — or else. And he loves how you bow your head submissively, pressing your lips together. But he also sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he knows that he’s going to have to sweet-talk you later, make it up to you somehow.

Chris knows he needs to take a different approach, make you give up on acting completely and make you think it was your idea. But right now… he just wants to be inside you. Fuck you hard to get rid of all the frustration you’ve caused him. Sweet talk and apologies can come after that.

“I said, do I make myself clear?”

You sniffle softly, “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees. Daddy wants a good view of your ass while I fuck your little baby pussy bare, the way you deserve to be fucked.”

THE END

What do you guys think? Do you want Chris and wifey to have more babies? It was fun to revisit these characters, tbh! I think Chris is getting darker! Please do tell me what you think, feedback is everything!

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