#like don't shame people for shit that isn't your business

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is a request/idea made by a lovely anon, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, reader initiates sex, virgin!reader, first time, soft & mostly rough Dazai, vaginal fingering, a bit of spit for additional lube, praise, degrading, two orgasms for a reader (one purely vaginal), dacryphilia, creampie, mentions of aftercare, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

It goes without saying, but no one should be rough with you during your first time. If they don't stop even if you are telling them and in actual pain - punch the shit out of them. Stinging sensation is normal, even managable pain, but someone being rough? No. If someone is slow and you are still in a lot of pain - you are tense which means you need more foreplay and reassurance. Additional lube is always good! Also, keep in mind that a first couple of times may be uncomfortable. You won't lose your virginity that day and immediately be able to go wild. It takes a couple of times and different poses. If, even after couple of times, you are still in pain regardless of foreplay and lube - you may want to check if you have a condition. If you don't, it could be that their cock is a bit too big which just means they need to accomodate their thrusts so they don't reach your guts, lol

It's different for everyone, but remember to be safe, use condom & lube, if you feel uncomfortable and too tense or in too much pain - it's okay to stop. If someone is denying the pain you feel or being a dirty cunt - punch them really hard. (aim for the nose) Also, for a lot of people - riding the first time is more comfortable because they are in control of everything. Backshots are usually uncomfortable/too painful for a lot of people. Missionary is also good! Whatever works for you - go for it :) Aftercare is also important! Keep that in mind as well, you don't want to make someone feel used or shitty. If you are the virgin in question, don't be afraid to initiate aftercare if needed! If someone is a dick about it - punch them! :3 (or call me and I will) Aftercare is ok to have even if you didn't indulge in any BDSM activities :) aaand! Bleeding differs for everyone - some bleed more, some less, some not at all. As long as it's not excessive or to the point where bleeding isn't stopping - you will be okay! In cases mentioned - immediately stop, wait for a bit to see if bleeding will subside because there is a possible tear which may be able to heal on its own, depending on a size. To be safe, go to the doctor or ER if necessary. (never ever continue having sex after a tear, even with a condom on, it can lead to infections) Also, a lot of afabs/females lose hymen long before they indulge in sexual activities and bleeding isn't a sole indicator whether someone is a virgin or not. Don't shame people who are virgins, nor those who aren't and you shouldn't have sex w people who do this. Be safe and have fun :3

So, this whole oneshot is purely fictional and obviously innaccurate for most people

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

The first time || Dazai Osamu x Reader

Dazai and you have been together for a while now. Your relationship was, surprisingly to some, stable and very loving. However, you haven't slept with each other yet, which was okay by both of you so far. This didn't mean there were no heavy makeout sessions, teasing neck kisses and bites, grabbing and humping or lack of desire. It just meant that it simply never went further. Partly because you weren't ready at the time and partly because of your busy work schedule.

You wanted to change that and you didn't feel too scared because you knew Dazai was experienced. Plus, he treated you with care and patience, so you felt safe and comfortable with him.

So, today, you decided to take things in your own hands as you were feeling ready...and quite needy to experience this with him. The two of you had a day off today, so this was perfect timing as well.

He finally arrives at your apartment and you are quick to jump on him, planting endless kisses all over his face. You feel a slight mixture of nervousness and excitement. But those feelings subside quickly by comfort as Dazai's hands support you by holding you under your thighs, a soft smile on his face.

"We saw each other yesterday, you clingy creature. Don't tell me you behave like this because you want something from me." he lets out a soft chuckle and you smile. Dazai knew you had something up your sleeve and you were hoping he would because that makes it easier.

"Maybe." you give him a little grin before you place more kisses over his face.

"You are hurting my feelings now." he says in an unserious voice with a hint of fake sadness. He carries you to your bedroom as you twirl his hair around your finger a little bit.

"Why did you assume it's something bad?" you tilt your head as he gently seats you on your bed, his hands letting go of your thighs.

"Is it not?" he gives you an intrigued gaze as he takes off his coat and vest, putting them both over a chair. You slowly stand up and his expression switches to slight surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

Your hands move down his bandaged neck, fingers sliding between the small cracks they could find. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue brushes over your bottom lip. He begins gently sucking on it as you slowly unwrap his bandages, feeling confident.

He lets out a soft whimper, teeth holding your bottom lip for a moment before he deepens the kiss, his tongue finding yours quickly. Your kiss becomes lickerish, deep and sensual, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You drop the bandages on the floor behind him and hesitantly move your hands down, sneaking your fingers underneath his shirt. You hesitantly lift it up as the kiss becomes breathless, making Dazai pull away for a moment as he gives you a sly gaze.

"You are more bold than usual." he gives you a little smile, voice soft, but teasing. His remark makes you shy as you keep his shirt in place, revealing only up to his bellybutton.

"Shying away already? I didn't tell you to stop." he whispers in a silky tone, observing your reactions. You lean in, wanting to kiss him in order to help your overwhelming thoughts, however, he leans away, giving you a sly smile. He gently puts his hands on yours and begins lifting his shirt up with you. He pulls it over his head, revealing his slim, but fairly masculine figure to you. He lets go of your hands, his gaze having a lingering mixture of teasingness and trickiness.

"Just like this! Easy, right?" he says in a more regular tone as you drop his shirt on the ground, eyes shamelessly lusting over his figure.

"You've taken a shirt off before, right? How come you are so shy with me, hm?" his tone is silky and teasing. He tilts his head, leaning closer to your face as his gaze traces over it. You lock eyes with him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Well...uh, I did. Mine." you nod, hoping he would take the hint.

"What? You mean others have been letting you take your clothes off all by yourself? Unacceptable!" he says with a hint of drama in his voice as he snakes his fingers beneath your shirt, slowly rolling it up. You feel a wave of embarrassment and put your hands on his wrists, stopping him from moving further up before you tell him.

"No...that's not what I mean. What I mean is...there are no others." your voice is steady as you give him a meaningful look. Dazai blinks a couple of times, processing the information.

"You mean...you are a-?" he stops talking, unsure if he got the right hint.

"A virgin. Yes." you nod, voice steady and calm, even though you were a bit scared would this change something. You let go of his wrists, waiting for a reaction. Dazai keeps his gaze on you, seemingly dumb-founded at the moment. Quickly, his expression changes to an intrigued one, his fingers resting underneath your shirt.

His fingertips delicately brush over your skin as he leans closer, lips shadowing over your neck, not touching it yet. He leans closer to your ear, letting his lips touch it and moving over the thin, shell-like part of it in slow, up and down motion. The feather-like sensation sends shivers down your spine, furthering even more as he gives the sensitive skin a kitten lick.

"So, I would be your first?" he whispers, voice smooth and silky, but with hints of excitement.

"Yeah...are you mad?" you whisper back, a bit shy.

"Mad? God no, I am quite happy and honored, to be honest." he continues whispering, letting out a small whine in your ear as he takes your hand and puts it on his hard, still clothed cock. He makes you grasp it and you gasp in slightly.

"Can you feel how happy I am, pretty one?" he moves lower, finally placing soft kisses over your neck, going slow and making sure you feel each one. You feel a wave of heat spread through your thighs and lower tummy as he uses the tip of his tongue to trail over your sweet flesh, going from the base of your neck all the way up behind your ear. You let out a soft whimper as he slides his other hand between your shorts and panties, slowly pulling it down.

You can feel his cock throb inside your palm as his tongue moves over the middle of your neck and to the other side. He leaves small, wet kisses all over your skin, before he settles for a bit, sucking on a small portion of your flesh. Your body becomes a bit shaky, a soft whimper escaping your throat as his sucking becomes greedier, more intense. He lets your shorts drop down on the floor and faintly brushes over your waistline with his fingertips.

He slowly moves forward, making you move as well until you hit the edge of the bed. His hand moves on your lower back, caressing it gently before it slides further down, squeezing your ass. Dazai lets go of your skin, kissing the portion he was sucking on just a moment ago. He plants soft kisses all over the side of your jaw, finally letting go of your hand and moving it between your panties and skin. He uses both of his thumbs, sliding them down your hips and thighs as he moves lower as well. He lets your panties drop on the floor and slowly pulls up your shirt, your body following to make it easier.

He takes your shirt off, observing your body with a needy, almost hungry gaze as he unclips your bra with one hand, sliding it down your arms. You feel small shivers run through your body as he keeps observing you for a moment. His hands fall on your hips again as he leans close, placing kisses all over your chest area. In-between the kisses, he bites on your skin a bit roughly a couple of times, earning a soft moan from you.

He makes sure to follow up with small licks afterwards, to soothe the sensations. He gently pushes you on the bed and you adjust yourself, laying down properly. Dazai is quick to follow, taking his pants and boxers off. Your eyes widen a bit as you see his exposed cock, not too thick, but definitely making up for it in length.

He gives you a little smile as he adjusts himself between your legs, towering over you while doing so. He continues where he stopped, as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it a bit harshly. You let out a soft whimper, back arching a bit as your hands wrap around his neck gently.

You can feel his cock slightly pressing into your lower tummy and it makes your body fill up with warmth. Dazai moves to your other nipple, kissing in the middle of your chest before he does, and gives it a soft, kitten lick. He starts drawing small circles on it with the tip of his tongue, earning another soft moan of yours.

"So sensitive already." he whispers into your skin before he gives one quick, harsh suck on your nipple, squeezing a little gasp out of your throat. He moves lower, planting kisses all over your tummy, gently biting from time to time. He reaches your lower tummy, placing a few more kisses mixed with a few licks of his tongue before he straightens himself.

He spreads your legs, one of his hands resting on your knee as he uses the fingertips of his other one to softly brush over your clit. Your hips twitch immediately, a faint whimper slipping past your lips.

"Don't tell me you've never done this to yourself before." he tilts his head, voice a bit more serious.

"I have, it just…" you pause for a moment, finding the words. In the meantime, Dazai slides his fingers to your inner lips, slowly rubbing them up and down, producing small sticky sounds as your precum coats his fingertips. You let out a louder whimper as his fingertips trace back to your clit, drawing small circles. Your hips twitch as he speeds up his movement, back arching into the mattress.

"Didn't feel as good?" he continues your sentence in a teasing, but low tone. You nod quickly as small whimpers escape your throat. Dazai's grip on your knee is firm as his movement on your clit sends pleasant, tingling sensation through your body. You feel a warm, painful knot quickly forming inside your lower tummy as more precum leaks down your pussy.

Dazai's gaze is fixated on your pussy, the way your hips twitch from bare touching makes his cock make a twitch of its own. He slowly slides his fingers down, aligning the two of them with your inner lips. He rubs small circles as his gaze grows greedy. He slowly slides them inside your drooling cunt, a stinging sensation making you close your eyes tightly as you let out a soft moan.

"Just relax, can you take two for me?" he asks softly as he slides his fingers in and out of your cunt very slowly at first. You nod as you breathe out, relaxing your body as much as possible. Dazai rubs small circles on your knee, using his thumb, relaxing you further. 

"Of course you can. You want to be good for me, don't you?" he continues, making you focus on his voice as the stinging sensation is still there. You nod again, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Good job pretty. Just keep on being good and I will make sure you enjoy yourself." his voice is silky and soft. He gradually speeds up his movement, making your hips twitch as you feel your pussy stretching. The bitter-sweet sensation of pleasure and mild pain makes you gasp out.

"I will turn you into a proper little slut soon enough, I promise." he says in a sly, lower tone as he leans to your other knee and places a soft kiss on top of it. Your pussy tenses up around him, slightly clenching his fingers. 

"You like that? You want to be a little slut just for me?" he gives you a little smile, resting his cheek on your knee as his hand keeps the other one in place. You leak more precum around his fingers, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. You give him a small nod and his smile grows bigger, but seems cunning.

"You are a filthy little thing. If I didn't know better, I would assume you did this many times before." he lets out a breathy chuckle as he speeds up the movement of his fingers even more. They slide in and out of you fairly easily now, but you can still feel them stretching you out.

The stinging sensation subsides mostly by intriguing pleasure. You let out mellow moans, your back still arching slightly as Dazai focuses his movement on your g-spot, sending sweet jolting sensations through your body.

His fingers curl just a bit, each pump in and out making his fingertips rub your sweet spot perfectly. You clench around his fingers, intense warmth spreading through your body. He slowly moves his head away from your knee, straightening himself above you as he brings his other hand to your lower tummy. He places his palm on top of it, putting a bigger pressure on it as his thumb finds your clit, slowly moving up and down over it. 

"You know what's the cutest thing about virgins?" he gives you a half-lidded gaze as he speeds up the thrust of his fingers, earning louder moans from you as his thumb switches to circular movement. You feel your lower tummy burn from sweet sensations, warmth spreading underneath your skin in quick waves.

"You tend to cum easily. It's so hard not to take advantage of that." he whispers, voice slightly trembling as he feels your pussy clench and your precum coat his fingers more. You let out a sharp gasp out as your thighs start to shake, an immense amount of teasing tingles making your heart beat faster.

You feel your orgasm coming quickly in a few mild waves. Dazai keeps up his movement, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers even more, relentlessly pressuring your sweet spot as his thumb pleases all needy spots of your clit. You feel a mixture of pain and pleasure, a few dim moans escaping your lungs as your release builds up quickly, almost reaching its peak. Dazai's gaze is greedy and hazy, head slightly tilted to the side as he observes your pretty face and reactions he was earning.

You tense for a moment as your orgasm reaches its peak, letting out a loud gasp followed by sweet moans as your body relaxes. Dazai keeps his movement, sending small jolts through your body as you feel overly sensitive. Your orgasm slowly melts away, sensations a bit more intense.

You let out a few quick, breathy whimpers and he extracts his fingers as well as moves away from your clit. You take a deep breath in as he adjusts himself between your legs, gently tapping your clit with the tip of his cock.

"You did so well for me. You can take more, right?" he asks in a silky tone, sliding his tip over your clit and inner lips. You shiver, giving him a small "yes" in a shaky tone. He lets a thicker string of spit fall down on his cock and pumps it a couple of times, coating it and making it wet.

"Such a good little thing." he praises as he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside. You let out a sharp moan, your pussy tightening around him as he stretches you out. He leans his face close to yours, using his elbows as leverages next to your face and letting out a needy whine as his pelvic area kisses yours.

"Relax a bit." he whispers, and you try to untense your lower tummy. He places a soft kiss on your lips as he slowly slides his cock out, only leaving the tip inside, his shaky whimper spreading warm breath on your lips. You let out a sharp moan as he thrusts back inside with more force, suddenly and roughly stretching you out. A soft whine slips past his lips.

"So tight. You are making it hard for me to be gentle with you." he whispers, voice shaky as he begins thrusting in a faster pace. Your thighs tense up, more filthy sounds escaping your throat as the mix of pain and pleasure convulses your lower tummy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly as he speeds up even more, already drunk in pleasure.

"You don't mind, right?" he asks in a steadier tone, gaze needy and sharp.

"N-no! I can take it!" you choke out as his cock keeps sending jolting sensations through your body. 

"You are such a filthy little whore already." his words come out shaky as he speeds up even more, his cock relentlessly stimulating your sensitive spots inside. His balls roughly slap the underside of your pussy, making it feel warm and tingly, almost like it's bruising. You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, incoherently gasping in and out, each time his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you.

His thrusts are long and heavy, but he gradually shortens them, making them quick and sharp. It stimulates your g-spot without a break, making your pussy clench and relax around him. Dazai lets out a few whimpers and whines of his own, his thrusts steady and precise regardless. He slowly leans away from you, placing his hands behind your knees and pushing them to your chest.

You choke out a breathy whine as he angles his hips a bit, reaching deeper than before, making sensations unbearable. Tears form inside your eyes as his strokes are quick and rough, vigorously pounding into you. Dazai lets out a silky whine, cursing under his breath as his grips tighten. His skin slaps yours without a break, leaving a vibrating sensation behind as his cock keeps pressuring all of your sensitive spots inside.

It feels pleasurable, too pleasurable, but unbearable. You grip the sheets tightly as your eyes fill up with even more tears. You let out a few snivels, tears quickly rolling down your cheeks as Dazai keeps his pace, not showing much sympathy.

"Ah, is my pretty little thing overwhelmed? You said you can take it." his voice is surprisingly steady and calm, opposing his unbearable thrusts. A few more little snivels escape your lips as more tears roll down your cheeks.

"Sorry pretty, tears don't work on me in the way you'd imagine. Quite the opposite, actually." he gives you a small smile you can barely see through clouded vision, your snivels turning into moans as his cock twitches inside of you, stimulating you even more.

"You are taking me so well, such a good little slut. Keep it up." his tone is sly as he presses your knees into your chest even more, rolling his hips into yours in a quick, merciless manner. He lets out a long, pathetic whine as even more tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure too overwhelming. Your lips part, a little string of drool glistening over them as weak, breathy moans slip past them. Your body feels sore, mind hazy as you get drunk on pleasure yourself. 

"Your state is truly pathetic to look at, you are so easy to break. Such a filthy, dumb slut." his voice is a bit shaky, mixing with his own moans. Your cunt tightens around him even more, an intense heat spreading through your whole body as his cock keeps on stimulating the deepest and sweetest spots.

Your arms feel weak, hands barely gripping the sheets anymore as only moans can come out of your throat. You feel a heavy knot inside your tummy, more tears rolling down your cheeks. Dazai swiftly spreads your legs, moving them away from your chest and placing them on each side of his hips as he makes a deep thrust, reaching the deepest spot inside. You gasp out, more desperate snivels following.

Dazai leans his face close to yours, gently licking the tears away as his hips speed up even more. You weakly wrap your arms around his neck, feeling shaky and sore. He keeps on collecting your tears with his tongue as if they were a reward, softly kissing your cheeks after. Your lower tummy convulses in heavy, warm cramps as you feel another orgasm approaching. Dazai's cock pulsates inside of you, sending more vibration-like sensations to your g-spot as he feels you clench around him. Your moans become louder, more intense just like your pleasure.

"Gonna cum for me again? What a greedy little bitch you are." he chuckles, his voice getting drowned by his own moans as you leak more precum, edging him closer to his own release. Your fingernails dig into the nape of his neck harshly, earning a high-pitched whine from him. A strong wave of tingles spreads inside your lower tummy as you reach your orgasm, breathy moans escaping your lungs. Your thighs shake and Dazai doesn't slow down, his skin roughly slapping into yours, his cock not giving you a single break.

Your chest feels heavy and light at the same time, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your climax reaches its peak. Dazai places a sloppy kiss on your lips as he keeps up his relentless pace, his cock twitching even more. Both of your moans, whimpers and whines fill up the room as his pace becomes a bit messy, sharp gasp escaping his throat as he finally reaches his own orgasm.

A few thick whips of cum fill you up, sensation unfamiliar and odd, but still making your body shiver as you let out a faint moan. Dazai keeps on letting out breathy whimpers, kissing your chest to muffle them as his pace slows down. 

He slowly fucks his cum into you, his breathing calming down quicker than yours.

"You did so well, you were so good for me." he whispers into your skin, planting more kisses on your chest as he slowly pulls out, making sure he doesn't make a mess. You let out a soft whimper as your pussy feels oddly empty. Dazai rolls to the side, bringing you closer to him. You put your leg over his hip, face snuggling into his chest. He kisses your forehead and as you calm down, he finally speaks.

"Are you in pain?" his voice is soft.

"No, not really. But I am sleepy." you whisper, slightly yawning as you become aware of your own tiredness.

"That's normal, but we should take a bath first." he gently brushes his fingertips over your cheek and you nod, kissing his chest.

After whispering sweet nothings to each other, loving words and little confessions, you take a long, relaxing bath together, enjoying each other in many more ways both of you desperately needed.

The End :) <3

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[whetstonefires]

See I don't necessarily disagree with what seems to be the primary reading that Yue Qingyuan's shifu fucked him over, caring nothing for his needs or preferences and only for whether he was useful. That makes sense, it ties into plenty of the generational and societal themes of the story. It fits.

But iirc we don't actually get enough information to know that's what happened.

And the thing is it would be so in-character and also thematically appropriate if Yue Qingyuan absolutely did not explain his goals or why he was working so hard, because it was private and shameful and he didn't expect any sympathy, and there was a high risk of losing everything if he blabbed.

And also if he engaged with the existing ruleset with which he was presented, i.e. 'can't go off on your own on personal business until you've mastered your sword,' in the most negative and controlling manner possible, as absolute commandments.

He's a different kind of guy but he comes from the same background as Shen Jiu! It fucked him up also!

He is very very very not a guy who trusts the system to make allowances for him--even once he has all the power he 'does what he wants' and 'makes selfish choices' as a conscious transgression; not something he has a right to do, just something he can get away with so he's gonna. (And ofc he spends almost all the latitude he grants himself on sqq.)

And even less is he a guy who opens up easily.

He isn't too proud to ask for help or pity, so much as he just doesn't expect to get any.

So in this interpretation, he understood that rule as a non-negotiable barrier in his path, the target to overcome, and focused all his considerable will and talent on overcoming it through the sphere of action he felt he had control over.

And fucked himself up bad.

Whereupon his teacher, possessing absolutely no context for this dumb shit their star pupil pulled, did the only thing they thought might work to save his life, paying in the process no attention to the raving of someone deep in a psychotic break.

Like, I feel like there should have been a better, kinder medical option, but I don't know for sure that there was, so I can't say with certainty this was the kind of cruelty that derives from not caring enough.

And it really would be kind of elegant and so typical of Yue Qingyuan's fundamental tragedy if the real mistake was 'not confiding in anybody' the whole time.

And he was just so deeply sunk into the understanding that explaining and asking were useless that, even looking back, it never really occurred to him that maybe his mistake wasn't 'fucking it up when trying too hard to solve everything on his own' but 'assuming there was no help to be had, and that he had to do it all on his own.'

Like. What if this really could all have been avoided if he'd just trusted and communicated with the adult in charge of him? But of course, of course his history of trauma (neglect, child abuse, exploitation, being the One Responsible for the younger kids whom he could not keep safe) meant he was absolutely not going to do that.

It was basically impossible. For the person he was, the person the world had made of him. And that's always been the core tragedy the whole novel circles back upon.

People can only ever be themselves, and so very often the elements of self that let them survive until now are that which dooms them, that means they need someone else to intervene if they're ever going to be saved. Because your personal doom is always the thing from which you can't save yourself.

#hoc est meum #JUST LIKE SHEN JIU #yue qingyuan #svsss #scum villain #meta #trauma #ambiguous backstory elements #tragedy #growing into your deathmask #the fact that shen jiu got in #and got promoted #tends to imply the former generation wasn't particularly inflexible #or unwilling to entertain deviance #the fact that yqy got made Sect Leader #despite his disability #suggests his teacher valued him #on a personal level #though not necessarily a level that gave a shit #about his happiness or wellbeing #but we srsly do not know

[yoonsenji]

Summary: Meeting your parents <3

˚₊‧꒰აTokyo Revengers.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ Fluff/Crush/Warning.

character : Sanzu, Chifuyu, Izana, Mikey, Emma,

Sanzu (Bonten)⋆｡° ✮

Sanzu is the number 2 of Bonten he's super duper famous and number one warning for the people. Sanzu is a man who slept with any ladies he lay his eyes on, he was the boogie man. Every parents worst nightmare in short.

Sanzu knows how strict your parents are from the way you dress around them. He doesn't like that his princess was listening to someone who isn't him.

He used to sneak into your room from open window when you're out, just to surprise you and steal something important to you of course.

The first time your parents see you two together... It was chaos, Sanzu was trying to flirt with you his hand on your thigh caressing it which lift your skirt up a bit, you were sitting on a concrete wall Sanzu inbetween your leg with an eye full of lust for your love. That's when your parents met him.

Your father bravely walk towards Sanzu thinking he was harassing you and punch him. Of course Sanzu was pissed off and pull out a gun and point it at your father, you stand infront of the gun and that when he found out this guy was your father.

Your mother would pull you by the arm as she was trying to drag you away since she was scared for your life. But Sanzu would yank you back into his arms as he hold you tightly one arm still holding the gun, at this point there was no escape for you, your father nor your mother. You guys were surrounded.

You somehow saved your whole family by literally saying that you'll date him, man... Your father is so ready to punch the soul out of Sanzu but if he does that you and your mother might die.

Ever since you dated Sanzu your life was bad and good to. Coming to your house whenever he please, making out and sex without any shame on how loud he was. Your father and mother hate this man with their whole soul.

Your house was protected 24/7 by gang members, Sanzu only wants you and if your parents show any big sign of disagreeing. To the basement they go, he's keeping them captive inorder to keep you in check and so that you'll never think of any other man but him.

Your parents are disappointed in themselves, their baby have to sacrifice inorder to keep them safe. There is sometimes when the whole family + Sanzu get along... It was on Christmas because Sanzu is always too busy to celebrate it with you... The only time they forget to hate him was when he was gone.

Your younger sibling/s love's Sanzu as well, Sanzu isn't the best person to be in a relationship with but the privilege this mother fucker can give you is... God tier privilege. Bonten control the police since y'know, no one is messing with non of your family since if you wanna live a normal life don't fuck with the number 2 of the most dangerous gang family. Your younger sibling/s would toy around with your man without a problem, Sanzu doesn't actually care that your sibling/s is using him as a prop for their shitty magic show, used him to test the kid makeup, he's up for tea party since Senju used to force him to have one and asking him for anything no matter the price.

"Chiyo! Chiyo! Tea party with me now!" Your sibling/s begged him as they were totally ready to have a tantrums if the rosy pink hair man say no. "Anything for my princess/prince" the rosy pink hair make reply jokingly, "Let's go! Sis! You better marry Chiyo!" The younger kid would yell as Sanzu would have the most smug smile ever. Your father is just standing there trying to make a plan to get rid of Sanzu.

Sanzu tried to win over your mother first, buying your mother a bouquet of flowers for valentine's day. Killing the lady who gossip about your mother since you're in a relationship with Sanzu, listening to gossip and talking shit with your mother together, hiring a maid for your mother since Sanzu doesn't want his Mother to stress herself. Sanzu actually treat your mother like how he treat his mother, any harsh word or if she ever get physical and hit him he'll take it without a single problem.

Your father still hate him no matter what, but he's at more ease knowing his little girl is gonna be in the hand of someone who could take care of them. He's trying so hard to be positive about you but everytime he thinks about it, he realised that Sanzu body count is too high and he's low-key hoping you don't catch a disease from Sanzu.

"Princess, stay for a while..." The Rosy pink hair male said as he wrap his arm around you as you sigh, "Haru... My sibling/s need to be wake up since my parents are out" you told him as a light chuckled escape from his mouth, "I know you two are in love but atleast have some shame around me" the little voice said that is definitely your sibling/s, "what the hell are you doing here?" Your eyes wide open from shock, your little sister/brother was sleeping beside Sanzu, "Got a nightmare last night... I tried to wake you up but Chiyo told me not to" your sibling/s told you as you start to realise Sanzu isn't that bad.

Chufuyu⋆｡° ✮

He's standing infront of the door of your house trembling and about one minute away from an anxiety attack. A bouquet of flowers in his hand as his cheek were tinted red.

As soon as your mother open the door the poor boy confidence leave your body completely. Politely gives the bouquet to your mother and asked to come inside, he's even more nervous to meet your father, the cold glance coming from your father was totally crushing Chifuyu dream of marrying you.

Since you weren't home Chifuyu was having a hard time trying to start a conversation, your little sibling/s asking the most absurd questions known to men kind, it felt like even your sibling/s was trying to break you two up by asking the most complected or embarrassing question, Fuyu would answer the most of the question without sounding rude.

"Why do you like My sister?" The little kid ask as Fuyu feel like this question could ruin his entire dream of marrying you. "Well... She's the only girl that makes me want to live forever with her" Fuyu reply with a nervous smile "Could been better" your sibling/s reply with the most bored look on their face as Fuyu blood left his body.

Your mother likes Chifuyu since she have saw his Fuyu treated you, he was respectful, protective and cute... Making sure you were okay and checking up on you anytime he wish, she's trying her best to convince your father that Fuyu is a good guy.

Your father doesn't like Fuyu for some reason the biggest being Fuyu is a delinquent. "So you're a delinquent...?" Your father ask him as he glare at the nervous boy "Yes..." Fuyu reply the poor boy soul was trembling inside... "Darling, Chifuyu is a good kid, he treat our Y/n like a princess" your mother whisper into your father ears with a wide smile. Fuyu thought your mother was literally taking shit about him.

When you finally arrived home you were soo happy to see the blonde boy in your house. You properly introduce him to your parents, praise and complement about the boy only seem to come out your mouth which make the nervous boy blush.

Chifuyu is the type of guy who is only soft around you and even in your own house he doesn't want to kiss you. Not because he's ashamed of you, it's that your father piercing cold glare at him make it harder to even breath your way.

Izana⋆｡° ✮

It's either it went horrible or the opposite.

Under the table Izana hand remain squeezing your thigh as he talk to your parents with the sweetest smile. Izana was good at looking pure and innocent, when ever Izana look at you to see you blushing he'll just have this sweet smile knowing that you were nervous but his hand would try to calm you down.

Izana would told them about how his mother out him at a foster home since she couldn't take care of him. Just telling him the most sad story of his to gain sympathy, he would purposely call your mother 'mom' and Apologise just for your mother to tell him it's fine. Guilt tripping is his speciality.

"Well my mother put me at foster home since she couldn't take care of me and my sister..." Izana told them as your mother eyes were full of pity and actually feeling bad for him. "Oh dear... I'm so sorry for you" your mother say as she look like she's about to cry "It's ok mom-" "I didn't mean to call you that miss... Just that you treat me like your son" Izana told as your mother took a deep sigh "You can call me mom to, I would love that dear" your mother was already accepting Izana as his son.

After dinner Izana would sit on your bed as you were still nervous, his eyes was only on you with a smug smile, "Princess, why are you so nervous?" His voice was low and calm as you look at him "Just that... My father is hard to get along with" you told him, Izana lightly pat your bed telling you to sit next to him and you did. He would suddenly pin you to the bed as his leg was inbetween yours, "Eh?! Wh-what are you doing...?" You ask him blushing red "Y'know sex is used to release stress, plus it'll be our first time".

In the morning you'll wake up fresh and way more better than yesterday, Izana was not in bed as you take a shower and went downstairs. Izana was cooking food by himself and it seem like no one is awake yet, he'll give you a kiss on the lip and offer you the food he cook.

Izana is very careful around your parents as well, he doesn't want his gang life to destroy such privilege he get from your parents. Shooting anyone who he thinks will rat out on him, Izana isn't afraid to kill anyone who gets in the way of his plan, it's either kaku kill them or Izana handle it himself.

Izana is a very busy man but always have time for you, he would take your sibling/s with him to gang meeting he only take them to the one where nothing would happen. He's spoiling your sibling/s and teaching them some fighting skill, but mostly Kaku would take care of them since he's the most calm and have common sense.

You're literally known as 'Tenjiku princess' you have no idea but you're under protection 24/7.

Izana treat your father with respect even tho sometimes he get pissed off by him, on the other hand he loved your mother and even call her mom most the time. If one approves the other one doesn't matter that's how Izana think.

Mikey⋆｡° ✮

Your whole family gonna have a new favourite when he come over.

Your mother treated him like his favourite son while your father treated him like how you'll treat a dumb kid. Mikey wouldn't shut up and publicly told everything your parents ask without any hesitation, he was being honest to which make your mother like him even more than before.

Of course your sibling/s knows about the 'invisible mikey' but they had no idea you were his girlfriend. They totally freak out and stay inside their room thinking about the worst scenario while texting their friends about it.

Whenever your mother goes out she'll always bring home a dorayaki pack them in a cute box and told you to give it to your boyfriend. She really didn't even buy you one and told you not to eat it unless Mikey told you to.

Every family outing your parents would ask Mikey to come as well since he's apart of the family... They're really hoping you marry him, for Mikey your family was a second family of his where he can enjoy life with his parents. Since his father and mother are never in his life he sees your parents as a mother and father figure, he's always eager to be around your family.

The whole Sano family and yours celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving together. It was really fun as well, Emma and you talking while Mikey and your sibling/s were doing their things.

"Baby... Your mother doesn't allow me to eat too much can you pursue her to get rid of that rule, please?" Mikey would ask you with a puppy eyes as you look at him shock "Mikey... When did you start listening to someone about your eating habits... Especially about your dorayaki addiction?" You ask him as lazily roll around your soft bed and groan. Mikey won't even listen to you if it's about his dorayaki addiction and for him to listen to your mom was insane, they have known eachother for one month only mean while you've known him for years...

Whenever he eat, your mother would put a flag on his food so he would eat it and if she forgets your father would put his favourite football/soccer team flag instead. Your mother would buy little flag for each food cause it's aesthetic, for rice she'll put Japan flag, for desert he'll put a dorayaki flag which she specifically ordered for, etc.

Mikey actually is very good at controlling his impulse around you and your family.

The whole neighborhood never mess with your family again cause their son (daughter boyfriend) is Mikey. Every parents with children around the age of 10-18 knows how scary this kid is, Mikey was always the main topic of gossip no matter the subject. But, not even thief that steal from everyone just skip your house since that's Mikey territory.

Emma⋆｡° ✮

She would wear the most appropriate and cutest dress/outfit she could find or go shopping. She doesn't want your parents to view her as a whore and she just think first impression is important.

Your mother and father adore her as she was super nice and soft towards you, Emma would hold your hand the entire time not to tight or loose. It was as she was ready to hold you tightly if you ever fly upwards towards the heaven.

Your sibling/s being a bitch would hate Emma at first since a white haired man told him that she had almost fuck a guy. They felt as though that Emma was using you to lose her virginity as she wish, at first they would lock themselves in their room and think of a plan to broke you two and make you hate Emma.

Whenever Emma come over your sibling/s would lock themselves up in the room and listen to the conversation between you and Emma sometimes. Your mother thought it was weird but she pay no attention to such small details.

One time you find a condom in her bag by accident and your heart almost sink to the bottom of your heart. But, it was weird since you have gone through her bag before today and it wasn't that long since Emma ask for you to give her a lipstick. So, how did a condom magically spond out of nowhere, and you realise your sibling/s. It's good to say someone got beaten up by mom.

Emma would buy fruits and flowers for you and your mother would put those flowers in a jar full of water, set it up in her small garden of flowers and whenever you miss Emma you'll sit next to those flowers.

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A/n- Some part got deleted idk why but I'm annoyed af since this happens to my other post and got to delete it.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 9,001 (yeah, she's a beast!) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria S9, post-Negan war, before the bridge Warnings: language (duh, it’s me), violence (no sexual violence), injuries to main character, blood, some kind of dark Saviors shit (not like line-up level dark but kinda fucked), mild angst, Protective!Daryl, hurt/comfort Summary: The war is over, but it isn't all peaches and cream. The Sanctuary struggles to function and Daryl and Y/N struggle with ghosts of their pasts after Rick asks them to take things over there. Deciding they've had enough, they decide to depart for Hilltop but Y/N stays behind for a couple days to help Carol get started taking over. The past comes back to rear its ugly head... A/N: This is an epilogue to the Sacrifice series, but you don't necessarily have to have read all 29 previous parts to appreciate it (though you def should!) [Spoilers (or reminders) for context start here -> -> -> The war is over, Y/N was once one of Negan's wives in order to protect her brother, she went back to Negan to break Daryl out of the Sanctuary, Daryl ends up shooting Negan to protect Y/N when a plan of theirs goes awry and the war ends, Y/N was also shot in the process but survived]

_ _ _ _ _ _

You and Daryl stood off to the side, watching the group of people gather around Rick, flooding the open space on the Sanctuary’s factory floor. You gently touched him on the arm and his blue eyes landed on your face. “Are you going to talk to him tonight?”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. I gotta. I can’t—we can’t stay here any longer. I dun want you here either. Bein’ in here, in these walls again, it feels like it’s slowly poisonin’ us…” He glanced at the fresh graffiti someone had sprayed on the wall. We’re still Negan. Saviors Save Us

Your hand slipped down his forearm and you laced your fingers with his. “I know. It’s the right decision.”

“Yeah,” he mused. “Ain’t sure Rick’s gonna agree though…”

“Rick isn’t the one here dealing with all these people, reliving everything every day. It’s too much,” you said. Daryl nodded in agreement.

“Yeah…” Just then, Rick finished talking to the gathered group and there was a smattering of applause and murmuring. You gave Daryl’s hand a gentle squeeze as Rick wandered over. “Good luck,” you murmured.

Soon, various business that needed to be discussed was concluded and the already dim torch and lantern lights on the Sanctuary factory floor were all but put out. Daryl and Rick retreated up to the catwalk.

As they stood side-by-side, looking down at the shadowy, rundown building below them, Daryl sighed heavily and Rick could feel the tension between them. Rick broke the silence first. “So, what’s going on?” he asked.

Daryl gulped and straightened up, looking his friend in the eye. “I don't wanna be the one leadin’ these people anymore.”

Rick’s expression was impassive. “Okay... Why?”

“Bein' here, behind these walls again... It just don't feel right, man. I'm better out there. I always have been. And I’ve got Y/N to think about. After what happened to her in here—with him—”

Rick sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Things happened to you in here too,” Rick said, perhaps realizing for the first time what he’d really asked of his friend, his brother…

“Yeah, well I care more about her than I care about myself. This is where her life was a livin’ fuckin’ nightmare. His wife…” he murmured under his breath. “She wasn’t his wife. She was his damn property. Her brother died here. He destroyed her group just like he destroyed ours. What d’ya think this place reminds both of us of?” He asked, turning sharp eyes to Rick. “Hmm? Did ya even think ‘bout that when ya asked me to come back here? Didya stop to think that ya might be askin’ us to relive some of the worst shit we’ve ever gone through?”

Rick hung his head for a moment, clasping his hands together. A wash of guilt and shame came over him. He hadn’t considered the full extent of it, no. But there was no one else to do the job and so he’d asked too much of Daryl, too much of you. “But you and Y/N have kept this place together. You’ve kept people in line here. We can't just let the Sanctuary fail after everything that's happened,” he said.

Daryl shook his head and paced a small, agitated circle. “Man, s’gonna fail anyway. Nothin’ grows here. It's a damn factory, man. Look, when Negan was around, he needed people to provide for him. It's still the same. Nothin's changed,” Daryl argued.

“It's different now. We give what we give willingly,” Rick retorted.

“And how long's that gonna last? Most of the bridges are out after the big storm. The highway's done. We've scavenged every drop of gas for miles. And we can't make enough corn fuel to run the cars or the trucks. Pretty soon, it's gonna be more than a day's ride from one spot to another.”

“Well, it's on us to figure out how to make it work,” Rick said, leaning forward on the rail again.

“Man, there ain't no ‘us’ anymore. Everyone's everywhere,” he pointed out. “I feel lucky that Y/N and I are even in the same damn place.” He let out another weighty sigh. “That small group we had back in the beginning... plus a few more of the people we picked up along the way, we could do anythin’. That was right. That’s what I know.” Daryl leaned forward beside Rick, chewing on his bottom lip in that signature way.

“Well, you wanna come home to Alexandria, then?” Rick asked. “You and Y/N?”

Daryl shook his head. “No. We'll go back to Hilltop, check on Maggie and the baby.”

“Well, you go, someone's got to take your place here. Rosita and Eugene are headed to Oceanside next. Maggie's sending food, but not people, and Kingdom's got its own problems rebuilding after losing its fighters. If Alexandria sends another person out, I could use the help back home.”

Daryl only let out a small huff.

“We're not together because things have changed,” Rick said again.

Daryl stiffened. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed. His blue eyes turned to Rick again and they were intense. “The thing is, you changed ‘em, Rick.” The tension felt hot and pulsating in the air like liquid mercury. He patted his friend on the shoulder. “But I get it.” And then Daryl took his leave.

On the staircase, Carol backed away as quietly as she could, only to be startled by your voice softly behind her. “Well, that didn’t go great,” you whispered.

Carol turned to face you, her face drawn. “Daryl is right though. Rick shouldn’t have asked that of the two of you after—after everything you went through here. And he should have known Daryl would have a hard time saying no to him.”

You nodded and straightened up, stepping toward her. “Rick’s his brother,” you agreed. “And there really was no one else. But Daryl’s right. We can’t stay here anymore. It’s—it’s wearing him thin.”

“And you?” Carol asked, worried.

You gave her a tight smile and shrugged. But when you spoke again your voice broke. “I’d almost rather be anywhere else…”

Carol nodded knowingly and then grabbed you into a hug. “I’m sorry,” she said. her mind drifted back to her own abuse at the hands of Ed and she felt a swell of affection for you and for Daryl, for both of you taking this on at all after everything… When she pulled back, she cleared her throat, pushing her emotion away. “I’ll—I’ll take over here a while. You and Daryl need to get out. I want to help.”

“Carol—”

“Don’t argue with me. My mind’s made up,” she said firmly.

You nodded. “Okay. Thank you,” you said. “I’m—I’m gonna go talk to Rick,” you said. “Make him understand.”

Carol nodded. “I’ll check on Daryl. Let him know what I’m thinking.”

“Okay. Good idea… Hey—Carol. This is—what you’re doing to help, it’s huge for us. So, thank you.”

She gave you a warm smile and you passed her on your way up the stairs to find Rick. He was still leaning heavily on the railing, clearly in deep thought over his discussion with Daryl. But he turned at the sound of your steps on the metal catwalk and straightened up when he saw you.

“Hey,” you greeted him stopping beside him and also looking down over the factory floor. No one was milling around anymore. Most people had drifted away to bed. “You okay?” you asked, giving him a knowing, sideways glance.

Rick laughed a little wryly and nodded. “Yeah… Just—tryin’ to figure out if and where I went wrong,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Things I’d do differently now…”

You nodded. “You have a lot of weight on your shoulders. Daryl knows that.”

Rick met your eyes again, clearly realizing you’d overhead their conversation somehow.

You straightened up and tilted your head toward the hallway down the catwalk. “Follow me. I want to show you something.”

Rick followed you as you stopped to grab a lantern and then led him down the hallway. This part of the building was mostly empty these days, except for a few people who had carved out some private spaces for themselves. The warm orange glow flickered past many doors and other halls before you turned right and came partially down the next corridor. The nauseous feeling and the heavy pit in your stomach grew as you walked, and before you knew it, your hand was trembling slightly holding the lantern. This place was full of ghosts.

Rick looked at you with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked. The tremble in your hand translated to a shakiness in the shadows cast by the light on the walls and it was easy to see.

“We’re almost there,” you said softly.

You walked in further silence for only another half a minute before you stopped in front of a gaping dark space in the wall, barely bigger than a closet. Rick gave you a questioning look and you lifted the lantern to illuminate it. The floor was filthy with layers of smeared dirt and who-knows what else. “This is where they held us. Me, when my brother and I were captured, and Negan singled me out from my group. And Daryl after the line-up with Alexandria.”

Rick stared at the dirty, dingy space and he could almost see Daryl huddled there in his mind’s eye, wearing that filthy sweatshirt. His brow furrowed and his face contorted.

You pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Your head felt a bit light and foggy. “I—I had the doors that used to be on the cells removed, because—I just couldn’t stand the sight of them closed up like that. I kept—kept imagining Daryl was still in there every time I had to walk past. Or that somehow, I was going to end up back in there.” You glanced over at Rick who was staring straight into the darkness. He watched as you raised your free hand to rub at your bad shoulder, the one Negan’s bullet had pierced. “They took all his clothes at first. Left him in there naked. Cold. Shot. Hungry. Wondering what happened to the rest of you. And the thirst… Then, Dwight humiliated him and they fed him dog food and blasted music to keep him awake. The same song, over and over. Then, they made him work outside in the heat and humidity in that filthy sweatsuit, chaining walkers to the fence for Negan or doing whatever awful chores they could invent. He had to clean up after Negan punished someone, mopping up shit or piss or worse… Dwight made him look at pictures of—of what happened to Glenn and Abraham.” Tears burned in your eyes and Rick’s shut and he dropped his head.

He lifted a hand to wave you off. “I—I understand,” he said in a low voice, his heart breaking. He’d been careless to ask Daryl to come here, too focused on his beautiful dream in the memory of Carl to realize what this would do to you and to Daryl.

“He didn’t want to say no to you when you asked him to come back here. You’re like a brother to him. He didn’t want to let you down even though—it’s literally the last place either of us wants to be.”

Rick sighed heavily and rubbed his hand over his mouth and chin. “I don’t have an excuse… I—I shouldn’t have asked it. Of either of you… I just—I was tryin’ to make this all work.”

You nodded. “I know. So does Daryl. But that doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been… We’ve both been reliving our trauma having to be back here. And we’ve hit our limit. That’s all.”

Rick met your eyes again. You hadn’t even talked about yourself, about what you’d been through here in the cell and with Negan after, not really. You’d mainly focused on Daryl. But Rick could guess well enough what it would have been like for you being one of Negan’s wives and living in that constant fear for your brother and yourself, what you’d had to subject yourself to.

He glanced again at that dark space in the wall. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Carol said she’ll take over here for a while,” you said, turning away from the cell and starting back the way you came.

Rick looked surprised but nodded, walking along beside you.

“I’ll—I’ll stay a couple days to get her going here and up to speed. And then I’ll go meet Daryl in Hilltop.”

“Alright,” Rick nodded. “It’ll have to work for now. But I can’t help thinking it’s a patch on the issue and not a fix.”

You laughed wryly again. “Aren’t most things these days? Rick, Daryl wasn’t wrong about The Sanctuary. It’s a resource sink. It doesn’t produce anything. You’re still going to have to square with that one day. I get what you have been trying to do, making peace with the rest of The Saviors, and not all of them are guilty of the awful things that happened during the war. But things are still festering here under the surface.”

Rick looked over at you, concerned. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged, about ready to part ways with him on the catwalk again. “You saw the graffiti. Negan might be dead but for some of them, it’s not over.” You gave him one last look. “Daryl and I know you have a lot on your plate, but it’s time for us to get the hell outta here. If we don’t… this place will consume us. We can’t move away from what happened while we’re here. It’s like—it’s like having it shoved down our throats every day.”

You took your leave from Rick then, leaving him again in deep thought. You knew where you could find Daryl, at a spot outside he liked to go where most people wouldn’t be able to disturb him. It happened to be someplace the two of you sometimes went to watch the stars. When you got there, stepping just one foot outside the building, you had to smile to yourself. Daryl and Carol were just sitting together, side-by-side, enjoying a moment after being apart for so long. You decided to leave them to it.

You made your way back to the room you and Daryl had claimed together in a different part of The Sanctuary. You hastily changed your clothes and got ready for bed, knowing he’d come find you there when he was ready. And it wasn’t long before he did, coming in to see you already cozied up in the bed you shared, reading a worn paperback.

You smiled as he came in. “Hi,” you said.

He stopped in the doorway and took you in, giving you a small smile back. “Hey. Sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” Daryl drawled, sinking down beside you on the mattress. “I was out sittin’ with Carol.”

“It’s alright. I know you were. I didn’t want to interrupt,” you said, reaching for a strand of his wavy hair and running your fingers down it gently. “You haven’t seen each other for a while.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling off his boots. “Get this. Ezekiel asked her to marry him,” he said, giving you a conspiratorial look.

You pushed yourself up on the palm of your hand. “Oh my God!” you burst out.

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“Well? What did she say?!”

“Ah… She ain’t ready yet,” Daryl explained.

“Wow.” You thought of Carol and Ezekiel together after the close call at the museum. They were good for each other. “Maybe someday?” you asked.

Daryl nodded. “Mhm.” His hand came to rest on the graceful curve of your neck. It was cool from the nighttime air. He leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling back just slightly to study the colors in your irises. “Listen—I told Rick—”

“Yeah, I know,” you interrupted him gently. “I could hear the two of you. And Carol talked to me too. She’s gonna take over here for a while.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. So, we can go. We dun have to be here anymore. Figured we can head to Hilltop tomorrow. Check on Maggie and Hershel.”

You nodded and then ducked your eyes. “I’m—I’m gonna stay here with Carol for just a couple more days. Help her get started and settled. Then I can meet you. I’ll take one of the horses.”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. You could see that he was getting ready to argue.

“It’s just a few more days,” you whispered, gently grabbing onto the front of his vest. “It’s the least I can do since she’s doing this for us, leaving her family and world in The Kingdom.”

Daryl’s stomach churned a little, leaving him feeling slightly nauseous. “She’ll have Eugene,” he pointed out.

“Barely. He and Rosita are heading to Oceanside next to get the fishery going.”

Daryl sighed heavily and moved back to sit on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slightly slumped. He was chewing on his bottom lip. You knelt behind him and draped yourself against his back, looping your arms around his neck and burying your face in the curtain of his wavy hair, breathing him in and leaving a kiss on his neck. “It’s just a couple days,” you said again.

He gulped. He didn’t know why, but there was a pit in his stomach. “I dunno…” he mused aloud. “I dun like ya bein’ here without me. Here of all damn places.” His mind went back to that graffiti sprayed on the wall.

“I know. I don’t either. But I want to help Carol as a thank you. And then I’ll come straight to Hilltop.” You moved around to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “Hey—Look at me,” you urged him. “I can handle myself. Or did you forget?” you teased him, bumping into his shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

“I know ya can handle yerself. It ain’t that… Somethin’ just—I dunno. Somethin’ dun feel righ’.”

You sighed and nodded knowingly. “It’s never felt right being here.”

“Yeah… maybe tha’s just it. I dunno,” he said finally, but you noted that he still looked slightly troubled. It had been a long day, and his talk with Rick was intense. He stood up and started getting ready to climb in bed with you. You watched the muscles in his back ripple, crisscrossed by his scars, as he pulled off his shirt. You crawled back beneath the sheets and waited until he slipped in beside you.

“C’mere,” he murmured softly to you as he settled into his pillow. You moved into him immediately and he pulled you against him. You tangled your legs with his and gazed into his bright blue eyes. He draped an arm over you and his hand moved to find the hem of your t-shirt before slipping underneath it and pressing against your bare skin, tracing absent patterns on your side, your hip, your back. Daryl leaned in and kissed you, one that was deep and full of wanting.

You felt a pooling of heat expanding in your chest as his lips moved to your neck. Daryl listened to your breathing hitch as he kissed your pulse point and grazed the shell of your ear. His hands wandered over the shape of you beneath the draping of your shirt. In no time, the two of you were completely lost in each other, melting into sensations and quiet gasps of pleasure, bounding hearts and heaving chests, skin on skin. Daryl’s fingers laced between yours, his other hand firm on your hip. Then, after you both reached your blissful highs, you fell asleep in his arms and neither of you woke until the sun was coming up.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You walked with Daryl to his bike and stood beside him as he strapped down his gear, giving him a smile when he looked up at you again.

“Are ya sure ‘bout this? Ya dun have to stay. Carol will be fine,” he said in a low voice. That pit in his stomach had returned almost immediately when he awoke and thought about separating from you.

You gently rested your hands on his sides, stepping in close. “Everything is going to be fine. Go help Maggie. Check on her and Hershel. I’ll see you soon. Okay?”

He looked worried, but nodded. “S’yer call. Two days,” he drawled.

You nodded. “Two days. I promise.”

“Alrigh’…” He leaned in and kissed you deeply, clasping your face and pressing his other hand into the small of your back to pull your body flush against his. You kissed him back heatedly and hungrily and sighed when you broke apart.

“Miss ya already,” he said, breaking contact with you and getting ready to climb onto his bike.

“Same,” you agreed, giving him a tight smile. “Love you,” you added, waiting until the last moment of separating to unlace your fingers from his.

He nodded and studied you, drinking in the view. “You too.”

Then, in a spray of gravel and a cloud of dust he was on his way. You didn’t see him glance back at you over his shoulder before he completely lost sight of The Sanctuary.

You found Carol already on the factory floor standing with Eugene, looking over whatever list of action items were on his clipboard that day. You were absently rubbing your bad shoulder as you came up. It had been aching since the day before. Had revisiting the cell stirred things up? Probably. Carol noticed immediately.

“You okay? Shoulder bothering you?” she asked.

You nodded. “Just a little. The old war wound acting up a bit,” you said with a wry laugh.

Eugene looked up from his clipboard. “I could potentially formulate a topical balm that may relieve some of your chronic pain symptoms, though most ingredients would not sufficiently penetrate the muscle in order to reach the origin of—”

You cut him off with a smile and a laugh. “It’s okay, Eugene. I’m fine. It’s not too bad. What do we need to tackle today?”

The three of you chatted briefly about what needed to be done urgently and then each picked your tasks to start with. Several hours later, you were nearly done trying to treat the small number of plants that were still surviving in the raised garden beds for some kind of insect pest when you were interrupted.

You turned at the sound of footsteps to see one of the Sanctuary residents approaching. You stood and dusted the soil from your gloves. “Hi. What’s up?”

“The guys getting that scrap metal from the upper floors found a water leak. Can you come take a look at it? We might be able to fix it, but we’d probably have to shut the water off completely for a while.”

You sighed heavily and pulled off your gloves. “Always something new, isn’t it?” you said dryly. “Yeah, I’ll come take a look now. Lead the way.”

You passed through the factory floor, noting that the graffiti discovered the day before had been freshly painted over as Daryl had demanded. Carol and Eugene were bent over a table in deep discussion over some new plan. Your stomach flipped as it always did as you passed the oven where Negan used to heat his iron or branding rods. You turned your eyes away.

Soon you were on the upper floors, walking through the dim hallways. It always felt eerily quiet up there. The resident you were following pointed ahead to the next doorway and then stopped to grab some work gloves from a pile of gear set in the hallway. You passed him and stopped in the doorway, expecting to see the group of other people working, but the room was empty. And there was no sign of a water leak. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. “Hey, are you sure this is—”

And then everything went black.

Carol was walking somewhat aimlessly back and forth across the factory floor, weaving through the supplies and little bunched groups of people. She craned her neck trying to see if she could spot you anywhere. The two of you had planned to meet for the evening meal after everyone was done for the day but Carol was suddenly realizing she hadn’t seen you since that morning.

Her stomach began to churn. She bolted toward outside where evening was beginning to fall. The garden beds cast long, deep shadows between them, but she didn’t find you crouched among them. The final place she checked was the room you shared with Daryl, now mainly bare of your items since the two of you had begun packing your belongings to leave. Daryl had already taken his few things away on his bike.

There was no sign of you.

Her heart started to pound. She’d questioned everyone she could think of as to your whereabouts. Where could you possibly be? An anxious thought flitted into her mind. Her stomach tightened into a fist. It wasn’t like you not to arrive somewhere you said you would…

The last thing to do was to search the rarely used upper floors. She knew a crew had been working up there earlier in the day, collecting and hauling scrap metal to be reused to patch the roof and fences. Perhaps something had come up and you were still up there assisting with a problem.

Her boots made a lonely, echoing sound as she rushed around corner after corner. There was a weighty silence and the farther up she wandered, the sicker she felt. Something was seriously wrong. She could feel it in her bones. She called your name out but it strangely didn’t seem to pierce the thick vapor of silence in front of her. Every step increased her heart rate and poured adrenaline into her bloodstream. She felt almost shaky as she loosened her knife in its sheath. Just in case, she thought. In case of what?

Another minute or two passed as she searched. Each moment felt excruciatingly long. And then all of a sudden, her breath caught in her throat. “Oh my God. Y/N!” Carol bolted toward the crumpled form halfway down the hall in front of her. “Oh, God…” The front of your shirt was soaked with blood and you were lying on the cold floor unconscious. Your face was bruised and swollen. There were cuts and smears of blood on your skin. But what held her attention horrifically was that whoever had done this to you had taken a knife and began to carve a word into your chest, just below your collar bone. SA and part of a V. Carol didn’t need to guess what they’d intended to spell. They were making a gruesome point. Her hands shook as they hovered over you for a moment. She said your name again and then gently clasped your face and gripped your arm. She jostled you a little. “Wake up. It’s Carol! Please, wake up!”

You began to stir a little and a grimace contorted your features.

“Oh, thank God,” Carol sighed, hanging her head in relief for a very brief moment before the nausea seemed to rise into her throat again at your condition. “Y/N? Open your eyes, hun!”

You let out a small pained noise and then your eyes did open blearily. You were immediately trying to sit up, pushing yourself up on the palms of your hands but your head felt split in two and your muscles felt rubbery and weak. “Fuck,” you murmured.

“Whoa—okay. Easy! Take it easy!”

You reached up and touched the back of your head. It was swollen with a lump and tender and your fingers came away slightly sticky. You looked down at them and registered the deep color of drying blood. Your chest burned. You looked down to see that the whole front of your shirt was stained crimson. Your body ached and panged with sharp pains. You could feel your heartbeat in your face.

“Is anything broken? Can you stand up?” Carol asked, her brow heavy over her eyes, but the light inside frantic and quickly turning furious.

“I don’t think anything is broken,” you said softly. Your jaw ached. You gave it an exploratory wiggle left and right and immediately regretted it. Your bottom lip was split and swollen. You winced again. “What the fuck?” you murmured. “I mean what the ever-loving, royal fuck?” you growled. The hot rage welling up in you was pushing some of the pain back.

“Let’s just get you up and off the floor, okay? Slowly.” Carol helped you to your feet. Your head swam and you squeezed your eyes shut, not letting go of her hands for a long moment until you felt steadier. Her expression said enough about what you must look like… “What happened? Do you know who did this to you?” she asked.

You shook your head a little, absently pressing a hand to the burning sensation on your chest, but you stopped as the burn surged when your palm landed flush on your skin. You took in a sharp intake of breath through your teeth. “No. Well—I saw one of them… they lured me up here. Told me there was a water leak they found while doing the scrapping and—and then someone hit me on the head from behind and I was knocked out. But I don’t know why. I mean, why me?”

Carol’s expression was taught. Anger swirled in her eyes. She knew exactly why. You couldn’t see it yet, but the word was partially carved into your chest. That graffiti on the wall out on the factory floor was just the tip of the iceberg. Things were rotting here just under the surface, and since you’d once been Negan’s wife, she imagined you were a perfect target for those who wanted to make a point. “Let me see the back of your head,” she said. There was a small split in the skin where you’d been struck, your hair stained rusty red, but she didn’t think you’d need stitches there and she was extremely relieved that it wasn’t worse... not much anyone could do from something like a skull fracture in the apocalypse. She sighed heavily as another flame of rage wicked upwards in her chest. “Okay… Let’s get you back to your room. Hold onto my arm. Can you make it?”

You nodded, gripping her to steady yourself on your shaky legs, and allowed her to lead you away. You glanced back over your shoulder and were sickened to see the smears of your blood shockingly deep red on the tile behind you.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Carol had you sitting on the edge of your bed and she set down a first aid kit beside you. You were looking up at her from behind a wall of swelling and bruising on your face. You tenderly wiggled your jaw again, testing opening and closing your mouth. It felt ready to lock up. She could tell from the way you’d moved on the walk back and how you were slumped slightly forward now that there was probably substantial bruising beneath your clothes that she couldn’t see. Your movements were tentative and cautious.

You hadn’t looked in the mirror yet. You were afraid to. The pain was bad enough. The fogginess in your head was bad enough. You were worried if you saw the results of the beating, it would only make it worse, more real.

Carol began unpacking supplies. “Tell me everything you remember,” she said gently.

You shook your head. “Not much. Like I said, I was out working in the raised garden beds and somebody came up to me.”

“Who?” Carol pressed you. “If you don’t know their name, what did they look like?”

“Uhh… his name starts with a ‘G’ I think… Give me a second.” You filed through names in your head until you got the right one. “Graham. I think that’s it… He’s tall. Long black hair past his shoulders.”

“Okay,” Carol nodded, opening an alcohol swab. “What did he say exactly?”

“He asked if I could come look at a leak they found while they were moving all the scrap metal. He said they thought they could fix it but they’d have to turn the water off. I went to see and I was barely in the doorway of the room he pointed out. There wasn’t a water leak. I was just standing there, about to say something and—something hit the back of my head. I don’t really remember anything after that. Some foggy pain maybe but… mostly nothing.”

“Do you think there were others waiting up there? Or could it have just been him?” Carol asked, dabbing at a wound on the side of your face. You shut your eyes from the fumes of the alcohol. She was starting to worry about just how many traitors could be in the walls.

“There was at least one other person. When I got hit, I was looking back at him ten feet away from me down the hall.”

Carol sighed heavily and nodded. “Okay.” Her eyes drifted down to the cruelly carved letters on your chest. Your chin tilted down as you tried to look but her hand on your shoulder stopped you. “Hold on,” she said. Her face contorted with emotion she was trying to hold back. “Better you see this now. I’m so sorry.”

You gave her a perplexed look. You knew you were beat up but what was she—

Carol grabbed the small mirror off the little sink in the corner and held it up so you could see yourself for the first time. Initially, all you saw was the swelling and bruising on your face but then your breath caught in your throat. S-A- and part of a V, cut into your skin. The cuts were deep and she had already had to apply some butterfly bandages to hold certain spots closed. No wonder your skin had burned and stung there since you came back to consciousness.

You felt like you were about to be sick and Carol must have seen you pale because she hastily put down the mirror and gripped your shoulders again as if she was afraid you were going to faint. “Whoa. Deep breaths.”

Your eyes shut and you did your best to swallow down the nausea. “What the fuck,” you muttered, reeling. You blinked away angry tears.

“I’m so sorry,” she said again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get you cleaned up and then I think I have some of my special ointment in my bag. If you apply it at least once a day it’ll minimize any scarring…”

You let out a wry laugh. “Minimize,” you repeated. “But I’ll still have half of ‘Saviors’ carved into me for the rest of my life.” Tears burned in your eyes again. It wasn’t bad enough what you had gone through with Negan, with his men, with the war—now this? Would it ever be over?

Carol winced. “I’m so sorry… I had no idea things were this bad here.”

You sniffled and mopped gently at the tears that had broken out onto your cheeks. “I knew they were pretty bad but—can’t say I saw anything like this coming.”

“Well, who could? It’s—horrific.” She gave you a sympathetic look and then surprised you by pulling you gently into a hug for a long moment. Her eyes were teary now too when she pulled back, but she pulled herself together quickly. Back to business, she returned to the first aid kit and continued her ministrations. Your mind was endlessly turning.

“I wonder why they didn’t finish,” you suddenly said softly.

“Mmm,” Carol hummed, nodding, tossing down another soiled gauze pad and reaching for a new one. “They must have gotten interrupted. Maybe heard someone in that part of the building.”

Your eyes lifted and met hers. She paused at the expression on your face. “Do you think they were going to kill me? Leave me there with—with this cut into me to make a statement?”

Carol’s mouth dropped open and she shook her head. “I don’t—I don’t know,” she said, trying to keep her tone flat. Your question had been asked matter-of-factly and Carol was suddenly reminded of all you had gone through in the war and even before any of them had met you, when you’d just been a stranger with a mysterious backstory. “But obviously they knew they couldn’t take you in a fair fight. Fucking cowards,” she growled. “Had to ambush you to even have a chance.”

You sighed, shaking your head again, your eyes dropping to your hands. “They sure beat the shit out of me though,” you mused aloud. “It’s probably good Daryl isn’t here. He’d lose it,” you said, fiddling with another gauze pad which Carol took out of your hands and taped down over the now cleaned cuts below your collarbone.

She cleared her throat. “About that…”

You met her blue eyes again. “You radioed him? He’s probably way out of range by now. He’s probably already in Hilltop,” you said.

“Rosita rode out on the quad immediately to get within range. Eugene is doing a headcount as we speak to see who, if anyone, is missing…”

Another wry laugh left you and you nodded. “That’s why you took so long. And I just thought you couldn’t find the damn kit,” you said, shooting her a look, tears burning in your eyes. “Daryl is gonna go on a rampage,” you said softly.

Carol nodded. “Probably. But he should be here with you. And if I didn’t radio him, I’d be on the receiving end of that rampage. And I think we should focus it on the assholes that did this to you instead.”

You nodded and a sob tried to burst out of you. You suppressed it as best you could and it came out as a hitched breath. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a little strained.

Carol quickly grabbed you into a hug again. “Everything is going to be okay. Daryl will be here soon and we will figure this out.”

You hugged her back and nodded into her shoulder, grateful again for your found family.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Daryl was there in an hour, stomping through The Sanctuary with Eugene at his heels, mostly ignoring the stream of words out of the mullet-headed Texan’s mouth. Rosita finally grabbed Eugene’s arm and stopped him, clearly realizing Daryl wasn’t hearing a word of it, didn’t give a shit about anything but going to see you. He was at the door of the little room the two of you had shared before anyone could come to tell you he’d arrived.

Daryl froze and made himself knock lightly, rather than barely in. The last thing he wanted was to startle you. His stomach turned as he waited to hear your voice on the other side, inviting him in. “S’me,” he drawled, the jittery feeling that permeated his body translating to an ever-so-slight tremble in his voice.

You sat up in bed. “Come in,” you said hurriedly, already feeling the tears burning in your eyes again. You were in clean clothes now and thoroughly patched up thanks to Carol, but that wasn’t going to change how rough you looked and how hard it was going to be for Daryl to see it.

The door opened slowly, measuredly, and he took shape in the doorway. He froze for only a split second as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the swelling and already deep purple bruises. Then he rushed to you and hugged you in against him gently. That was all it took for you to go to pieces against him, clinging to his leather jacket. “Jesus, what the hell did they do to ya? ‘M sorry. ‘M so sorry I wasn’t here. I shouldn’ta left ya. ‘M so sorry, babe. I shoulda been here,” he said into your hair, kissing you on the top of the head, holding you gently so he wouldn’t hurt you but firmly so you knew you were safe.

You sniffled and mopped the tears from your cheeks as he clasped your face and brushed your hair back. “Don’t—don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” you said, looking up into his blue eyes. They were stormy and turbulent. “You couldn’t know…”

“Lemme see ya,” he said, looking you over. His heart ached as you showed him the bruising on your stomach and ribs. “Sit back. Rest,” he said, climbing into bed beside you where you were propped up against the headboard and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You tucked in against him. He left a kiss in your hair again.

“Did—did Rosita tell you what they—that—”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. “She didn’t tell me anything specific except that some assholes had hurt ya bad, beat ya up, and that I needed to get back here,” he said. “Tell me what?” His stomach churned around a hard knot. His mind began inventing all kinds of horrific scenarios immediately. What did you mean?

You could see him whirling and quickly tried to explain. “I was unconscious but—” Your hand landed on the gauze pad taped over the wounds below your collarbone. His eyes flitted down to it. “They used a knife and—” You couldn’t get any more words out so you simply lifted the bandage to show him, gingerly peeling back the medical tape and bandaging. Daryl froze completely. Every part of him stilled. He stared at the brutality someone had inflicted on you and hot rage boiled inside him. More tears leaked out onto your cheeks as you saw what it was doing to him to see that on you. You hastily covered it back up.

He softened again, coming back to himself, letting his anger flow away, and wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs. “Hey—it don’t matter to me what they—how they marked ya like that. Ya know that, right? Ya got every right to feel however ya feel ‘bout it. Ya do. But to me—” He shook his head. “It don’t matter, okay? I just see you. It’s all gonna be alrigh’.”

You collapsed into him again, finally letting yourself completely break down, wondering how the fuck you’d gotten so lucky as to find this man. He held you against his chest, his strong arms securely around you. He could feel the bump on the back of your head where they’d hit you. He could feel the swelling on your face and under your clothes, and he internally yelled at himself for leaving you behind, even if it was only supposed to be for a couple days, even though no one would have guessed that anything like this would happen, even though he knew how strong and capable you were. “‘M so sorry,” he murmured again. “I shouldn’t have left ya here… here of all places, with them.” His hands clenched into fists. “I’m gonna track down every one of these assholes and put ‘em in the fuckin’ ground,” he growled.

You couldn’t stand him blaming himself and you pulled yourself together. “It’s not your fault, Daryl. And—maybe… maybe I should have known something like this could happen…”

His brow furrowed. “What do ya mean?” He took a beat, his heart seemingly suspended somewhere in a gaping space that had opened in his chest. “Did somethin’ happen before this?”

You bit your bottom lip, your eyes still glassy. “No. No, not exactly. Nothing happened. I mean, people have—said things to me before. Made comments. I just—”

Daryl frowned, his brow heavy over his eyes, casting them in a deep shadow. “Like what? What kinda comments?”

You sighed and turned to face him more fully. You rested your hands on his sides. “Just—little shitty things. Because of what I’d been here,” you explained. “As Negan’s wife…”

Daryl was boiling again inside with anger. “Ya weren’t ever his wife,” he said. “That word means somethin’ else.” Your fingers went to touch the wedding band on your ring finger, the one Daryl had made with his own hands and given to you.

“Yeah. I know. It doesn’t matter,” you said quickly. “I just wrote them off and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want it to be a big deal and I knew how upset you’d get. It just felt like shitty people being shitty at the time. Mostly…”

“Mostly,” he growled.

“I never thought anything like this would happen. I should’ve told you. I’m sorry.”

Daryl sighed and ducked his head, running his hands gently up and down the soft bare skin on your arms, marred with bruises and abrasions. “Don’t apologize. Ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong. I get why ya didn’t tell me… and yer righ’. I woulda beat the shit out of anybody sayin’ or doin’ anythin’ like that to ya. But tha’s my job. I wanna protect you.”

“I know,” you said. “We’ve just had so much on our plate here. I didn’t want to add something else. And I never thought—I didn’t think—” You grimaced as a wave of pain and dizziness hit you.

“I know. I know. Hey—it’s okay. We’ve talked ‘bout this enough. Ya need to rest. ‘M here now. S’okay.”

“I am really tired,” you agreed, shutting your eyes and waiting for the lightheaded feeling to pass.

He clasped your face again, his eyes flickering from this injury to that, and then he kissed your swollen lips as gently as he could. You managed to give him an overwhelmed, somewhat sad smile which he returned. “C’mon. Let’s lay down.”

Daryl helped you settle down on the mattress and fitted himself beside you. You tucked yourself against his body, breathed in his smell and safety, and shut your eyes. His fingers brushed through your hair, reassuring and grounding.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next morning Daryl was awake early while you slept on. He carefully, ever so slowly slipped out of bed and pulled a change of clothes on. He snuck out and headed to find Carol, Eugene, and Rosita.

He spotted Eugene first and nudged his head up in a nod as a greeting. “Well, what d’ya got to tell me?” Daryl asked hurriedly.

“We were short five of the former Saviors at the headcount last night, and five again this mornin’. Carol and Rosita have been questionin’ people all night. We don’t think anyone here knew anything about it. They weren’t exactly gentle with their lines of inquiry.”

Daryl rubbed a hand over his mouth and nodded thoughtfully. “Alrigh’. As I thought then... Cowards took off right afterwards.”

“Indeed. I suspect they knew Justice’s hammer would fall hard and swift on them once their atrocious deed was discovered,” Eugene agreed. “No way to know now where they’re headed.”

Daryl sighed. “Hopefully righ’ into a fuckin’ herd of walkers,” he drawled. “Alrigh’. Well, we need to send out runners to get word out to The Kingdom and Alexandria so ev’rybody can watch out for those pieces of shit... Y/N and I will take news to Hilltop today, and keep our eyes open for any sign of ‘em on the way. If I get sight of ‘em, I’mma strangle ‘em with my bare fuckin’ hands…” He sighed again, even more heavily this time. “Thanks. For everythin’ ya’ll did last night.”

“Of course,” Eugene said sincerely. “How is her condition today?”

Daryl sighed and shook his head. “She’s still asleep. She was exhausted. ‘M gonna get back up there. I dun want her wakin’ up here alone and ‘m still afraid there could be somebody in here—” he hesitated to speak his fear lest it become real. “She’ll be alrigh’. She’s tough. But she was shaken up pretty good and I can’t believe how bad they beat her up... and what they did,” he said vaguely, referring to the letterds on your skin. “But she’ll be okay.” He patted Eugene on the shoulder gratefully and headed straight back to you.

_ _ _ _ _ _

With hasty goodbyes and thank you’s to your close, chosen family, still at The Sanctuary you departed for Hilltop on the back of Daryl’s bike. You held extra tightly to him the whole way, and often his right hand left the handlebars to smooth over yours for a moment. The Sanctuary shrank smaller and smaller behind you and then disappeared into a cloud of dust. Neither of you knew it at the time, but you’d never come to that place again while it was a semi-functional community. It would be only ruins when you sheltered there during the storm eight years after the war.

On arriving at Hilltop, Maggie threw her arms around you and tears of shock filled her eyes when she saw your bruised and swollen face. Enid insisted on checking you over again, but gave you the all clear after much expressed anger and concern. Maggie quickly carved out a space for you and Daryl to stay, close to the room she shared with baby Hershel in the big house up on the hill.

Your body had stiffened overnight and on the bike ride. Every movement caused aches and pains to shoot through you and Daryl was attentive and worried as you settled into your new home. When you settled into bed at first, Daryl kissed every part of you where he could see a bruise or injury. His fingers were light and gentle on your skin, and you were amazed as you always were that he could be so soft when he was so strong. Finally, the sun sank below the horizon and you were again laying side by side, your head tucked up under his chin, listening to the whoosh of air in his lungs and his steady heartbeat.

“I had an idea,” you said softly, breaking a long but comfortable silence.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“Maybe when I’m all healed up, if—if it scars bad, I can get someone to do a tattoo over it to cover it up.”

Daryl smiled. You were already thinking ahead to the future, thinking of solutions. That was a good sign. He hugged you more tightly against him. “What would ya get?”

“I don’t know. Something pretty… to cover up something so ugly,” you mused aloud. “Like, there are these flowers that only bloom once in their lifetime and it can take decades to happen.”

“Nah, tha’s no good,” Daryl said quickly.

“What? Why?” you asked, looking up at him with surprise from beneath your lashes.

“It don’t fit ya. Yer bloomin’ all the time. Every day. Ya always have been, even when ya couldn’t see it,” he drawled. He pressed a kiss softly to your forehead.

You smiled at him sleepily.

“Was that too cheesy?” he asked with a gruff laugh.

“No. It was just the right amount,” you said. “Okay… maybe I’ll just get ‘Property of Daryl Dixon’,” you joked.

“No good. Ya ain’t nobody’s property. Ya belong only to yerself. ‘M just lucky that you share with me,” he said, his fingertips tracing vague shapes on the bare skin of your hip, exposed from the way your shirt had draped.

You sighed and nuzzled in against his neck. “I was only kidding,” you said, closing your eyes.

“I know. But it’s true.”

You yawned. “Maybe. But I do also belong to you, by my choice. I have since that night you fell through that rotten floor,” you said with a laugh. Daryl’s chest moved as he joined you with a low chuckle. In another minute, you were asleep. Daryl whispered ‘I love you’ into your hair, and shut his eyes too.

He meant what he’d said—he’d find whoever had hurt you and end them if he could, but after that, he wouldn’t allow the shadow of the past to dim another day. He’d walk with you forward, facing the sun in the same way you’d been doing together since the end of the war. And he hoped this time all of it, all the Saviors, The Sanctuary, the fear and pain, was really behind both of you.

#sacrifice #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfic

[lizhly-writes]

staring at my sqh/yqy peak lord fiance ficlet. consider this! sqh is still consorting with demons while this happens because why not. mobei-jun still exists and is fully aware of the whole "haha i'm engaged to my shixiong and everything is so fucking weird" and sqh is muttering about this as he looks through some northern desert stuff.

it's just. come on, yue-shixiong. we're engaged, you don't have to keep chasing after your xiao jiu -- not that sqh minds!!! if you two get along, great, that's everything that great airplane god wanted! but like, it gets really awkward when you run away while you're on a date with lil ole shang qinghua, and then everyone starts feeling very sorry for sqh for having a fiance so obviously in love with another man, which, okay, sqh absolutely took advantage of to get paperwork done at first, but it's starting to get wayyyyy more awkward now --

mbj finds himself in the wonderful position of being able to give sqh dating advice. does mbj date? no. but does he know what dating looks like? hell yeah. it seems a shame that his best spy/advisor/friend(?) doesn't know the answer to this.

"hit him," mbj suggests.

"what," sqh says.

"three times a day."

and then we get into a discussion on demon courting and sqh going "haha that's nice but yqy isn't a demon" and mbj is like "i don't understand why you don't try it, how else are you going to get his attention".

"humans don't court by punching people???"

"you don't appear to be making any progress doing this the human way." and mbj says this super condescendingly, too. like hey, sqh, you're such a loser. you have no game. of course you have no bitches. how can you have bitches if you don't punch people in the face.

well, yeah?? fuck you too, my king! it's not like you've ever had a date, are you not launching a boulder while being precariously balanced on your glass peak (me: i'm paraphrasing bu-ding-talk, check them out)? sqh could totally make progress if he wants to! not that he wants to! who wants to make progress with yqy??

anyway, this gets buried until the next time yqy pays sqq too much attention and sqh had the most resigned fucking look on his face. like come on. this again?

lqg is there. sqh makes incredibly awkward small talk. like haha hey how's your engagement to sqq. good? bad? ahahaha yeah, actually, sqh didn't have to ask, obviously it's bad. look, our fiances are running away with each other. people keep telling sqh that he needs to keep yue-shixiong's attention somehow, but all the advice is weird. in fact this guy last week said that sqh should hit yqy three times a day, not that sqh is going to try that --

"hmm," says lqg. "that's not a bad idea."

sqh is abruptly reminded that he is talking to lqg, a man who probably would be more interested in people if they punched him in the face.

"is that what you're doing with sqq???" says sqh.

the answer is no, of course not, don't be dumb. but like, if sqq WASN'T a poisonous snake of a man and a decent human being, lqg would mayhaps have his interest piqued with a good fight. that's so much better than flowers and haircombs. who wants courting gifts when you can have a good punch in the face.

"hahaha thanks liu-shidi but maybe not i think yue-shixiong could probably kill me if i tried," says sqh and scurries away.

fast-forward a week or two, in which sqh is having a stressful time. maybe it's tax season. maybe it's a shitty night hunt that he has no business being on. either way, yqy is there with him and good god is yqy zoned out.

is yqy actually zoned out? eh, maybe not. perhaps he is actually fully paying attention, but also he takes a look at a stand for fans while sqh is talking to him and sqh is like "shit, is this sqq again?" exasperation turning into anger while sqh is just, super stressed, and he just needs yqy to pay attention to him just this once, and the thought occurs -- well, at least two separate people have told him that he just needs to hit yqy --

all this to say that sqh just fucking decks yqy

#svsss #shang qinghua #yue qingyuan #sqh/yqy #i don't know where i was going with this #this was probably funnier in my head #sorry yqy

[findafight]

I have an extremely stupid thought: Addams!Steve. His parents are horrified at his normalness. Everybody in the family tries to come up with ways to make him enjoy pain, even a little. They are all devastated that his interests are basketball and popularity. Usually, he isn't even cruel on purpose! His parents do their best to support him in his interests (this is why their house is so horribly decorated) and leave every time they feel the need to Be Weird or visit the family. When the Upside Down happens, they are overjoyed. Finally, a truly Addams pastime! But he doesn't seem to be having a lot of fun? Is he just trying to fit in their family? They don't want him to change for them, they just want him happy! His parents end up leaving him alone longer so he doesn't feel pressured to share the delightful portal to Hell (or keep getting involved if it stops being fun) and check in on him from time to time. He looks so delightfully beat up every time! What fun! Let's give him space. If he wants to battle hellmonsters, they definetely aren't gonna stop him! Even if it's a bit strange that he hasn't chosen one as a pet yet. Oh, no, is he secretely having a bad time? Does he not enjoy the hell portal? Look Steve we support your normal lifestyle! Do you want a job? A normal, horri- we mean, it's-totally-cool-if-you-want-one job? We won't think less of you if you do!

Steve for his part is very grateful that his family are so supportive of him, even if he's still trying to find a way to ask them for help with the Upside Down stuff without 1) secretely disappointing them and 2) his family making the situation worse on purpose. He knows they wouldn't mean to! But if he asks his mother to shut down a portal to a nightmare dimension full of flesh-eating monsters without even letting her keep one as a pet he might just make her cry, and that's unconscionable.

He's also under the impression that he knows the difference between people-normal and Addams-normal, but he still gets tripped up from time to time. Dustin keeping Dart as a pet? Duh, super normal, didn't even think about it until everyone started berating Dustin. What do you mean Jonathan and I aren't friends? We loved the same girl (who chose him), clearly we are Friends For Life.

(He'll never admit that Eddie is the first thing in his life that felt Right to every part of him. Sweet as pie the way he likes it even if his family is baffled by the preference, with a Deeply Weird appearence and demeanor that remind him of the best parts of home)

Yes yes Oh my god your mind.....

In S1 when Steve says his parents are away because dad has business and his mom went with him because she doesn't trust him it's not that his dad's adulterous it's because his mom didn't trust his dad not to, like, go grave robbing without her, (such a romantic date in the moonlight and it would be a shame to do it all alone, she knows he can't resist it though...)and they knew Steve wasn't particularly About That and also don't want him around for date night, and they don't want to do Weird Shit (their normal) in Hawkins because they don't want to have a reputation that would harm their darling normie son, AND he needed to stay in school at least for sports.

They return and he's like so I fought a demon creature from another dimension and got my shit rock by Jonathan who is now my best friend... (Because I doubt an Addams cares about NDAs within the family) and his parents are delighted! A portal to a hell dimension! Steven! You'll have to invite us along next time, and bring that nice young woman who is even MORE normal than you-oh she pointed a gun at you? Magnificent she'll fit right in! But they notice he's even more wound up than before and his mother, sister to Gomez Addams (hence the Harrington name), goes to her brother and bemoans the development.

"a hell dimension! In our own backyard, Gomez! We should all be rejoicing on our luck! But poor Steven only seems stressed. Apparently a girl died in our pool and instead of inviting her to haunt us he just feels guilty. I don't know what to do... However, the nail studded bat--complete with blood splatter, it's marvelous, you really must see it--is a welcome addition to the decor in the main room that we may be able to relax the highly attuned 'normal' look and expand from the basement."

And the next year, Dustin gets Steve to look for Dart and he's like "wait it's a baby demogorgon? Oh man my cousins would be sooo jealous. It ate your cat? Ah. I see. Eating a family member is certainly frowned upon." And Dustin is like. Why aren't you mad that it's a demogorgon u weirdo. What the hell. And Steve realizes that maybe weird carnivorous pets is an Addams Thing. In his defense Dustin got one. He'll have to tell his mom that it tends to eat other pets and isn't advisable.

Afterwards everyone is so proud! Steve helped defend some children who seem very keen on arson, which an Addams can relate to, and he always wears a broken nose so well. It is unfortunate that that Nancy girl broke his heart, but all's fair in love and war, and an Addams can bounce back! And what a tale, to have a girlfriend run away with you best friend! Worthy of a revenge plot, hmm Steve? Oh? No? You just what to cuddle and watch sad movies? Well. Alright then.

Perhaps a summer job, at that new mall will help. That is what normal people do, right? And Steve is so keen on normality that his parents can't refuse. They go on vacation, the last week of June, and tell him to just consider poisoning some of the icecream. Just a little! A bit of botulism or ecoli is good for a community! Keeps everyone on their toes.

They cannot believe they missed it AGAIN! Horrible luck, missing all the fun in their hometown. But, Steve seems to be bouncing back, (and his mother and father were both relieved and disappointed that the Russians who dared torture their sweet little pastel son and his friend were blown up before they could get a taste of Addams retribution) he's got a dear friend he works with and is overly attached too (excellent! His parents are so happy he's got someone he's mildly Weird with) and he happily drives the little arsonists around. (Steve's parents don't really meet the kids but know about them, are pleased as punch they all seem like little Addams-Harringtons Steve's taken under his wing. After all, arson, pet monster adopting, car thieving, and spycraft are all delightful pastimes for today's Youth)

But spring break of '86 rolls around and they return to their son in hospital besides another boy, who was apparently accused of serial murder, and discover that the hell dimension is gone for good (and, really, how can the senior Harrington-Addams' have such terrible luck! Missing all the fun once again, and to be told it's all over forever, well. At least their Steve was involved.) They kiss his cheeks and ask if they can get him anything, if his little arsonists are alright. They chat, telling him how little cousin Wednesday is doing and that his uncle Gomez was so thrilled to hear about the flesh monster last year and sends his love.

Eddie is there watching and once they leave he's like Steve....what is going on with your parents. Steve just shrugs.

Slowly, he falls for Eddie, sweet as pie and funny, with just the right amount of...well, freakishness, to settle that place in Steve's heart that's all Addams. Once they get to the stage where Steve introduces him to his parents as his boyfriend, he isn't even nervous about Eddie fitting in. He knows he will even if they live Steve's silly little picket fence and six nugget dream.

Steve's father is delighted by the development. "A murderer in the family!" He yells, which Eddie must interpret as some form of outrage or disgust instead of the delight it is.

He waves his hands in front of him "I didn't actually do it! All charges dropped!"

Steve's father Pat's his back in a consolatory way, "yes, yes. What a shame that is. We can't win them all. But! The reputation persists! And that is what matters. Oh, Priscilla! Gomez and Morticia will be besides themselves with envy!"

Eddie, who wore his most provocative and "fuck society and the man" outfit, on Steve's request which he assumed was to piss of his parents but...really doesn't seem to be the case now... Is. Baffled.

Steve's mother adds "indeed! You'll fit in so well with the rest of the family, dear, no need to worry that you're only an accused murderer. At least without prison time you are free to go where you wish and reap the benefits of a dastardly reputation!"

"I can't believe you didn't introduce us to your boy earlier, Steven. Look at him! Addams-Harrington material already. He even fought in the hell dimension with you!"

"you know about that?"

"of course, what's an NDA to family? We've been trying to join in the fun since the beginning." Says Steve's mother. "We've had such dreadful timing, though. And I'm still terribly annoyed that I wasn't able to give those Russians a torture session of their own!"

Eddie is...well. He doesn't actually know what's going on other than Steve's parents seem to like him? So. A win? He's calling it a win.

#steve Harrington #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington's parents #addams steve Harrington #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #the most addams trait steve has is Being Obsessed With Your Spouse Syndrome #silverseedthings #also to be clear his parents are t4t as many addamses are

[blingblong55]

Wicked Games- Valeria Garza NSFW

---- M!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, sub!reader, dom!Valeria, established!relationship, ---- A/N: Had to dig into the deepest part of my head to write this for my M!Reader pookies and also...this one is shit...sorry

Being her desk pet and the only man she trusts, Valeria sighs in frustration when she sees you walk in. "R/N, I'm busy so mi amor, get out," she instructs. Being needy all day had you wanting to break her rules, you shake your head, walk to her and take a seat by her. She assigned a chair just for her little pet but right now, your disobedience has her wanting to push her over the edge. She laughs, thinking it's funny at her daring pet. She hated to be interrupted when meetings and decisions like the one she was about to make. "You know the rules," she says and gets a cockring and vibrator out. "Take them off and be a good boy, si?"

Your trousers on the floor, the cockring around your hardened length and the vibrator teasing your swollen tip. "Don't make a sound not even a little whimper, understood?" You whine with a small nod, "But please… I..-"

"Aren't you a disobedient pet," her voice filled with excitement. You shut your eyes and she chuckles, "What's the matter, you can't take it now, that's a shame muñecito," she mockingly says. "I bet you like that. How I won't show your sensitive cock any mercy." As you begin to squirm she grabs your fists forcefully, pulling them behind your back. Her free hand reaches for the drawer, lube on her palm as she strokes your cock. You let out a loud moan, just what she wanted, to make you earn a punishment. Your entire body trembled as waves of pleasure took over you. "Understand that now?" she pulls her hand away, having you whine for her touch. You look so pathetic now and it's just what she wanted.

"Oh god please, Valeria, I need you~"

"Isn't that my good boy, so needy," her tone now more seductive. She walks behind you, she leans over, your eyes on the wall ahead of you. Her soft breasts against your back. Just like that, her hands traced downwards to your waistband. Your dick twitching under the cockring, she leans in, her breath hitting your ear. "You know I don't like it when people interrupt me." She reminds you.

"I know, but…I needed your touch, I want it," you whisper.

"Oh really?" she purrs, her hand finally reaching to your throbbing member. "It's a shame, you know maybe if you behaved so well, I would pay more attention to you." With so much ease, she strokes you, admiring how your cock reacts to her. She steps back, goes to her drawer and takes out a pair of black cuffs, attaching them to your wrists, "Spread your legs apart," she commands and you as said.

"W-what are you going to do, Valeria?" Your voice soft but still a little whiny.

"Shh, esta bien, don't worry." she reminds you.

"Now spread your legs wider," her voice firm, breasts pressed against your lower abdomen all while she reaches between your spread legs, massaging your balls so softly.

"You're such a good boy," she praises, her hand grasping your cock that was dripping with precum. You whimper at her touch and she begins to stroke you. "No no, I want to be inside of you, please~?" All she does is shake her head, "You know, I should probably stop," she pulls away, sitting back and watching you struggle in the restraints. Her phone on her hand as she records you struggle and cry.

"Do anything you want," she laughs. "Oh, you're so pathetic, cariño." Her cruel way of treating you only makes you want her more. And just as you were about to cry, she slaps you. "Good boys don't cry, remember that" She gets up and walks away. Your cock is sensitive to need, and the camera is placed neatly to you. Recording as you beg and cry, "Mistress, I know you're watching, just please…I'll be a good boy, I'll do anything," you cry.

She only comes back to sit on the edge of her desk, presses a vibrator to her wetness and lets you watch as she pleases herself. Her free hand on her hardened nipple, your eyes half closed as with pleasure you watch. She laughs as you begin to grow hard, she throws the vibrator to the side and begins to finger herself. Her moans fill the room as she calls out your name.

It's pain and pleasure that she gives you and as she has her needed orgasm. Once her fingers are covered in slickness, "Open your mouth and clean my fingers." She orders, you open your mouth; your tongue lapping at her sweet and tasty fingers. "Just like that," she watches with pride.

As soon as you were done, she left the room once more.

A/N: ....I love whiny men <3

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[nayatarot777]

✨ what does your inner bad bitch have to say? ✨

your inner bad bitch is the aspect of you that other people could see before you could. as a result of this, people have most likely been threatened by that aspect of you and tried to project all types of shit onto you to suppress that part of yourself. this helps you to step into your power as long as you know how to overcome the bitter bitches who love to project. or the situations in life that have made an imprint on your mind. choose your pile and listen to what your inner bad b has to say to you.

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pile one ✨

how has your inner bad bitch been shamed?:

{7 of wands, 10 of coins, 7 of cups)

i feel like a lot of you in this pile have had people turn on you, resulting in you having to defend yourself and everything that you're worth. because of these betrayals, your boundaries are firmly rooted and you protect your abundance as much as you can. people have shamed you for your boundaries and they've shamed you for protecting + accumulating abundance too? some of you could have experienced people mistreating you out of jealousy, because they feel like you're wealthier than them or just because of what you own. your possessions. maybe even some family wealth that has been passed down to you for someone in particular. if not, then you could prioritise gaining wealth one day, and for some strange reason, people have made you feel bad about having that goal. people with poverty mindsets, i'm hearing. you may have grown up in poverty but you know that doesn't define your future. others around you who feel differently try to convince you otherwise. you might want to start your own business and you've been told (or you've picked up on the implications) that you're not capable of that. others of you have decided to not put so much focus on money because you understand that money isn't everything (i'm seeing that you'd much rather focus on self-improvement instead), and it's almost like people see you as 'dumb' or 'naive' because of this. you're not, you've just managed to detach yourself from materialism. now you don't know how you should feel about all of the different options that you have available to build either wealth or self confidence + a sense of self, and it's not hard to see why. anytime you feel good about yourself and you share your desires for the future, someone has to come through and put a dampener on your mood.

what does your inner bad bitch wanna say?:

{the star, queen of cups, the fool}

there's a very strong message of advice to have faith and be lead by faith and intuition. a lot of you are idealists, and your inner bad b is asking you to keep the idealism and protect it. the best way to protect this is to use discernment about who you share your dreams and goals with. i feel like a lot of you have such a pure energy that you get excited when you think of a new goal or idea and you just want to tell people. but obviously, some people will project their own insecurities onto you and others are just straight up evil witches who will put all types of evil eye and dark witchcraft onto your wishes. it's time to embark on a brand new journey of blind faith in your idealism though. whatever your biggest dreams are, you should know that they are possible. you could be feeling depleted and that's because you're disconnected from your faith. remember when you were a child and you dreamt without limitations? get a notebook and a pen and write down every desire that comes to mind. don't even think about whether or not it's "realistic", just get them down on paper. it's time to start dreaming again and understanding that the world is bigger and full of more possibilities than people have lead you to believe. 💛

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pile two ✨

how has your inner bad bitch been shamed?:

{justice, 3 of wands, 6 of cups)

people really hate to hear you speak the truth. you could do this in the most caring, loving way possible in order to try to expand someone's mind and they'd still get triggered by your words. these people don't realise that you're trying to extend help. i'm hearing you guys speak to people about their shadow traits and toxic parts of their personality. it's almost like you've been shamed for being a guide for people when they literally put you in that role. and i'm seeing that you may be okay with this role - and so are others - until you say something that people don't expect to hear or don't like. you've been shamed for your want and need to self improve and heal. you're not someone who likes to stay stagnant in am situation that you could change in order to better your life. those who get triggered by you are the people with victim complexes. they don't actually want to improve themselves like you do but they'll keep themselves around you to look a certain way by association. that's until you become "too real" for them. then they want to behave like you're someone who was wrong for being fair and balanced in your judgement of someone that you care for. you're not someone who will support bs and fuckery just because that behaviour is coming from someone who you like or care about. the people who get triggered by you are people who secretly want you to kiss their ass and put them on a pedestal. why? because they put you on a pedestal. they might even aspire to be like you, speak like you, think like you, but they can't match up. you've been shamed for your honesty, your self improvement, and your self healing. also for standing your ground in your own truth.

what does your inner bad bitch wanna say?:

{the high priestess, temperance, 4 of wands}

your inner bad bitch would like to tell you that you find ultimate peace and tranquility in isolation. you're someone who's extremely receptive to energy and intuitive af, so when you're telling people about aspects of themselves that they can't even see from their own perspective, they get triggered. you scare people because you know how to read them. it's like you've shone a bright, white light into the darkest parts of themselves and they scare themselves tbh. but they'll get angry at you for that, instead of coming to terms with the fact that they have shadow traits that they don't want to admit to themselves. you guys will always be the scapegoat for people who don't want to take accountability for the shadow that they carry around. it's not your problem to expose themselves to them though. protect your peace and your energy by building a life that's primarily in solitude. i feel like you guys are naturally quite private people (you could have pisces/12th house placements) and you actually don't have a problem with being alone most of the time. it's other people's expectations who make you feel as though you should step out of your comfort zone and seek out others. now, there's nothing wrong with stepping out of your comfort zone, but i'm seeing that you're experiencing a pattern with the people who you meet. why? because they're not aligned with you. that's what happens when you force connections with people. it'll always be imbalanced with people like this. when you go into your shell and step out of your comfort zone in YOUR own time, you will meet people who can naturally meet you as deeply as you've met them. they may still get triggered by your truth speaking - and the same may apply to you with them - but you'll meet people who are connected to their higher perspective enough to still appreciate you despite being triggered by you. they won't scapegoat you. they won't victimise you. whatever you're searching for in others, you can give to yourself until these people on the same wavelength can come into your life. 💛

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pile three ✨

how has your inner bad bitch been shamed?:

{death, 5 of wands, ace of coins}

most of you in this pile have prominent pluto/8th house/scorpio/lilith placements or aspects in your birth chart. you go down your own path in life. you transform drastically form year to year - whether that's physically or figuratively - but you've had to fight for your right to transform. when you were peeling back the mask that was placed onto you by other people and societal traditions, people attacked you for this. multiple people. and you had to defend your own right to live your life however tf you want to. you've been shamed for wanting to develop a life path of your own instead of sticking to what everyone else was doing. mainly by family i'm seeing. you may have also been shamed for exposing family secrets. you've even be shamed for defending yourself from these people's attacks. i'm hearing "whistleblower", so any group that you're in - whether it's a family, a friend group, a work group, doesn't matter - ends up having to face all of the shit that they sweep under the rug, thanks to you. and people don't like that. you disrupt corruption and cover-ups and force people to address the truth. even if that means you going up against a bunch of people by yourself. you've been shamed for finding value in areas of life that nobody would think to look into, and you've managed to go down your own route for the sake of your peace of mind. these people didn't like that you were able to find a way out of this toxic group and this unhealthy situation because they're too cowardly - or egotistical - to even find a way out for themselves. there are people who compete with you and your transformations in life. on some weird bitch behaviour. especially any seeds planted in the practical world (building a career, a home) and just how you use your creative energy to manifest certain things into the physical. i'm even seeing that some of you could have jobs/careers in the occult business (for example, a practitioner that people come to for spell-work services) and you've been attacked by non-believers or religious people. and you're deadass minding your damn business.

what does your inner bad bitch wanna say?:

{queen of swords, 8 of coins, the high priestess}

you've really perfected your craft, pile 3. you know exactly what you're doing on your life path because you're listening to your intuition more than anything else. these people's attacks have really done a number on how you view your abilities and maybe even your work ethic or talents. you need to differentiate between your thoughts and the residual words of others from the past. because i feel like you criticise yourself quite harshly but it's not actually coming from you. it's a voice or multiple voices from those who verbally berated you before. you might feel like your skills and abilities aren't as "perfected" as they were before (particularly when it comes to your intuition) but the pressure that these people added onto your shoulders is what's still currently weighing you down. it would benefit you to write down everything that you remember these people telling you in order to really observe the bs from a more detached perspective. this will allow you to really understand how illogical and vile these attacks and insults were, helping you to release them much easier. the path to success over these negative thoughts is listening to your intuition (how you truly feel at your core) over your fears and anxieties. and once you establish a clear viewpoint of yourself, set that as the standard mindset that you operate with. a mindset that encompasses acknowledgement towards your own hard work and skills/talent that doesn't easily budge at the opinions of others. 💛

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pile four ✨

how has your inner bad bitch been shamed?:

{7 of swords, 6 of cups, 2 of cups}

i feel like you guys in this pile really don't fw anyone like that. you prefer to heal yourself behind closed doors in order to prioritise what you need to in order to give to yourself. the people who you do fw are very few in numbers and people may have implied that you were selfish because of this when you're not. this is self preservation in a healthy way. i feel like the people who have an issue with this are the people who are salty that they can't get into your energy too easily. and i'm seeing that they usually have negative intentions for you that would most likely lead to backstabbing. your instincts are on point though, and you know when you're being set up. unfortunately, this feeling is familiar to you so you're now hypersensitive to it. it's like people punish you for not falling for their shit??? they get mad that they tried to lure you into a situation, but you were too smart for them. you may have also been shamed for expecting reciprocity from people who you're in friendships or connections with, which is why i'm seeing that you guys give your energy to up to two main people in your life. you could have been shamed for trying to nurture people too which is some bs. people get triggered by your pure, genuine intentions because it makes them reflect on how grimy and sly they are with their own intentions. again, i'm feeling an energy of people shaming you for not folding under betrayal and pressure. you've been shamed for surviving, basically. you know how to juggle things in the way that you need to. i'm hearing someone ask "what do you even do all day?". "you can't be that busy". as if you're not amounting to shit and as if you're not doing shit when you reject spending time with people who you just don't connect with in the way that you'd like to. these people get offended almost and start to downplay what you have going on in your life. you're shamed for your exclusivity over your energy. some people could even think that you think that you're "too good" for people when that's not the case. that's them projecting their insecurities onto you.

what does your inner bad bitch wanna say?:

{7 of cups, 3 of cups, 2 of cups, ace of cups)

you may subconsciously feel like you'll forever have a lack of friendships and a lack of people who you can genuinely vibe with. there may be so many different scenarios that you think of when meeting people for the first time due to past experiences that you've accumulated in friendship groups in particular. your inner bad bitch is coming through to say that you shine best in one on one relationships. group friendships is something that overwhelms you and there are always too many energies clashing with each other in pre-made friendship groups. you might like one person but not like the other in a group, and now you feel stuck in a situation that you'd rather not be in, affecting the friendship that you have with the person who you genuinely get along well with. you're being told to stop forcing something unnatural to you, and accumulate one-on-one friendships to spend solo time with each person individually. it'll be a lot easier on your social battery and your energy field. you won't feel so drained and you'll be able to really dive deep into connections with people authentically and experience who they are in actuality - without being around others (because bitches be switching up around company sometimes 👀). individual friendships will make you feel much more emotionally fulfilled. this is a "two's a company, three's a crowd" type of deal. you can have a good time with only one other person. you don't need to surround yourself with a group that you're energetically not ready for. 💛

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[eff-plays]

So my problem with AA stans claiming to be "dark romance enjoyers" is that it's uuh. Incorrect.

I'm a fantasy romance writer and I have been in the same circles as dark romance enjoyers and writers. Like full on omegaverse non-con type shit. I don't like it myself and think it's wack, but the reasoning of the people who enjoy it is that they have lingering shame around wanting sex, around purity culture, potentially homophobia with men who enjoy omegaverse stuff, so a bigstrong alpha man who forces them to enjoy something they secretly want is a sexual fantasy to them. They can hold onto that "purity" and "innocence" and not have any shame around wanting sex, because technically someone else is forcing it on them. They can explore that safely within fiction, and don't necessarily want that to happen to them IRL, unless it's within kink scenes etc. And yeah I don't get it, but it is something people do and own doing, and I can't stop them so as long as they're doing it over there, it's none of my business.

But AA fans claim to love the "dark romance" of it, but then turn around and say that no!! He's NOT abusive!! He's NOT going to assault or mind-control Tav, it's NOT an unhealthy relationship, they're EQUALS and he ADORES them and won't disrespect them!! Just look at the backlash to the "kneel" kiss, people who got so mad that Tav looks distraught.

But look at what BW said in the infamous Discord screenshot: it's fine to enjoy the fantasy, but it's not healthy in-universe. The game itself says "maybe you enjoy degrading yourself."

But AA stans looked at that and went "UM NO!!! IT IS HEALTHY!! I'M BEING SHAMED!!! >:(" and "OH POOR BABY THINKS HE'S BELOW US AND THAT'S WHY HE THINKS WE'RE DEGRADING OUTSELVES!!"

And that's where my problem stems from.

An actual dark romance enjoyer would be like "ough yes Daddy Astarion brainwash me and make me your brainless little fuckdolll sex slave and make me take your cummies every day." Not "YAAS BABE YOU AND ME ARE EQUALS AND PARTNERS IN CRIME UWU UWU UWU (ignores all the red flags and pretends they don't exist)!!!"

So like. You claim you enjoy dark romance, but you're constantly, desperately trying to erase the actual, in-game, canon darkness of it. Any hint of it you try to excuse away, or blame on the writers, or say is OOC and wrong.

You whine and complain about "fixers" and "moralizers" and "fandom police," but you yourself are policing the very romance you claim to enjoy by sanitizing it and making it into something more palatable instead of accepting how dark it actually is.

I've yet to see any AA stan have a Tav who's like a brainwashed sex slave, or in an abusive relationship with AA. All of them are just girlbosses who are co-rulers, which leads me to believe you don't enjoy "dark romance," but privilege. That's the thing that gets you off, privilege and power, particularly a priveleged and powerful man putting you on a pedestal and giving you whatever you want, taking care of you, letting you get away with bad things because he has the power to make all your issues go away. (Is this why so many AA stans are also Russian ... who said that)

And that's FINE. But just admit that? Admit that Astarion's story isn't what draws you to him, that you just enjoy the idea of a beautiful man who has power sharing it with you, and AA just happens to have those surface-level traits if you don't engage with or misinterpret the source material. Hell, I'm a villainmancer myself, who's writing a villain origin story for shits and giggles where a girl becomes a war criminal with the loving help of her edgelord goblin king.

But y'all don't do that. And that's the problemo, lads. You made up a story in your head that isn't in the game, you idolize that story, and get mad when people go "Wait, that's not in the game???"

#bg3 #astarion #astarion discourse #ANYWAY before anyone claims i'm russophobic i am literally russian so shut the fuck up #(technically i'm more swedish than russian at this point but whatever) #rape mention #anyway dark romance enjoyers aren't my team but i will defend them cuz at least those guys make sense

[fangirltothefullest]

Went to a new doctor today. She's skinny. Of course she saw me and diagnosed me fat immediately. Mentioned cholesterol and diabetes and thyroid issues three times and ordered same day blood work. And on top of that she looked into my mouth and just decided to tell me that I should look into seeing a dentist. Like EXCUSE me??? You are not q dentist you have no right to shame me when my teeth are fine??? I don't understand why she felt the need to make me self conscious over something she has ABSOLUTELY NO EXPERTISE IN.

This is why I hate doctors but ESPECIALLY skinny doctors. They don't give two shits about you, they don't care how healthy you are they see weight that isn't stick figure, diagnose you with fat and won't hear any other problems you might have without telling you to lose weight first which is BULLSHIT and all the studies now are saying we have been thinking about weight wrong and the healthiness of your body is not weight-controlled.

Anyways I'm switching to a heavier doctor that my sister has whose nice and actually cares, but I spent an already anxiety-filled time at the doctor masking my fucking heart out and getting my blood drawn and having to on top of that come out feeling ugly and like I don't take care of myself.

To any of you who might be getting your doctor degrees or whatever, stop fucking treating fat people like we don't have feelings. Stop treating us like we are ugly horrible people. And for fucks sake mind your fucking business when it comes to information you know Jack Shit about. Stay in your own goddamned lane.

#i hate doctors so much #i hate EVERY ONE OF YOU SKINNY FUCKERS who think you lnow whats best and think you get to decide whats healthy #because your genes decided you didnt need as much fat cells #you dont have the right to judge when your perspective is shaped by capitalism #god i feel like shit still #you take an oath to do no harm #psychological pain is still harm #making assumptiona is still harm #judging on appearances still does harm

[gallifreyriver]

Update to this post because a year later they're still trying it.

They vote again tomorrow, March 13th, to try and ban TikTok- only this time they're doing all they can to claim it's not a TikTik ban.

They claim it's to "protect Americans from 'Foreign Adversary Controlled Applications'" despite singling out ByteDance/TikTok specifically, and mentioning TikTok in literally the first sentence.

They also claim it's not a "ban," they're just giving TikTok the "opportunity" to divest from ByteDance and sell it's company, algorithms and source code to a non-communist county (the US) within 180 days or the US will take action and make the app inaccessible to USA Americans, which make up 150 million of TikTok's user base, the largest TikTok audience by country so far.

One could call this a shakedown, that effectively the US is trying to steal a popular and profitable company. "That's a nice company you got there, be a shame if you... I don't know... lost 150 million users- Wouldn't it?"

[Edit: Forgot to add that even though the US has 150 million TikTok users, that's still only like 8%-ish of TikTiks total userbase- making this "shakedown" an example of how Congress is embarrassingly USA-centric. TikTok will not sell just to avoid losing just 7%-8% of it's userbase, and Congress must know that- if not, that just proves the point even more. This bill is for all intents and purposes a BAN, regardless how they try to spin it, and they're being very USA-centric and Xenophobic about it]

Anyway-

This is the second vote. A House committee voted unanimously on Mar. 7th to advance the bill, and it will be voted on again by a Republican controlled House.

Please call or email your representatives and tell them to vote "No" on bill H.R. 7521.

This isn't about just losing an app. TikTok is unique in that it is currently the easiest place to organize and spread information that otherwise doesn't get as much coverage. It allows for real time coverage and updates by those living through major events going on around the word, and has allowed for increased awareness for such events that we likely wouldn't hear about otherwise. (i.e: the genocide in Palestine, Cop City, any of the bills trying to take trans rights/abortion rights away, etc)

If you don't know your representatives, just google "who are my representatives" and the first results should be links that will help you find them based on your zip code

And if you don't know what to write I can help you there too.

You can write something as simple as just:

Vote "No" on bill H.R. 7521.

Seriously, that's all you need.

Or, if you want something a little more in depth, here's a script that you can either copy and paste or reword to your liking. I just re-worded the script from the ACLU link above to fit more specifically about the current bill (Though let's be honest, for all intents and purposes Congress is pulling the same shit in a different hat)

Dear Representative, I’m writing today to strongly urge you to protect our constitutional rights to free expression and to receive information, and to vote no on any bill that would give the federal government the power to ban entire social media platforms. Bill H.R. 7521 is designed to allow the government to ban TikTok in the US and would likely result in bans of other businesses and applications as well. Given what we know about TikTok, it’s clear that a ban would violate the First Amendment rights of millions of Americans who use the app to communicate and express themselves daily. Should these bills move to a vote, I urge you to vote “No.” In a purported attempt to protect the data of US persons from the Chinese government, these bills will instead block Americans from engaging in political discussions, artistic expression, and the free exchange of ideas. We have a First Amendment right to use TikTok and other platforms to exchange our thoughts, ideas, and opinions with people around the country and around the world. Please oppose any bill designed to limit our right to express ourselves — both online and off. Thank you.

Reminder, they vote tomorrow, Wednesday March 13th.

So please reblog this to spread the word and contact your representatives to tell them to vote "No" on this bill.

Do not be mistaken in thinking your opinion doesn't matter- it does matter so much. Do not let yourself be silenced!

#stop tiktok ban #tiktok #tiktok ban #internet censorship #important #urgent #sos #bad internet bills #internet freedom #congress #house of representatives #help

[themaeve]

AHHHHH! Memoire 61.5 of the Case Study of Vanitas just dropped! I'm loving everything about where we are going with this dham arc!

We are finally getting more on the whole business with where dhampirs stand in this society. Feared by humans as being too close to vampires, looked down on and at one point hunted(!) by vampires. And wow are the Count's people prejudiced as fuck. The only reason Dhampirs have "the right to exist" is because they are under the eccentric Marquis Machina's protection.

Watching Johann and Riche broke my heart this chapter. The way they both reached for their glasses when it was mentioned how dhams are revealed by their eyes. Riche was visibly scared the entire time and Johann was trying his best to comfort her. It really characterizes Dante, the member of the Dham trio who doesn't wear glasses, and is also almost always the most loud and proud of the three. Dante doesn't give a single fuck to "hide" his eyes.

Bless Noe, calling bullshit on everyone with "Isn't it just less confusing to just call people by their name?" Love that man so much. Vanitas stifling his laughter at Noe's wholesome honesty. Perfect.

I also really appreciate Domi's bits this chapter. My girl thinks she is so progressive with her whole "Being prejudiced in this day and age? How unattractive." And then only minutes later getting somewhat called out by Noe for never even learning Dante's name. Domi learning that she ain't above being prejudiced and that she needs to do better. Not being outwardly hateful is the bare fucking minimum. I love that last panel of her, that mix of embarrassment, panic, and palpable shame she feels with herself. The way she got really quiet and shut down. It hurt to watch in a good way. I've been there Domi. You gotta collect yourself, learn from your mistakes, identify and overcome your personal biases. Don't fall back into more self-hatred, you can do it girl! God I love her so much.

Also, I love that last panel of pissed off Dante! Dude is so over this conversation. Staring daggers at Noe like "Is this some kind of fucking White Knight routine of yours or are you genuinely this naive and friendly?" Good sir I eagerly await your angry rant next chapter. Fucking go off my dude.

This chapter had so much emotion from everyone. Hate, anger, fear, shame, love. All of it on display. As much as I have really started to hate the "fantasy racism" cliche, I'll give this one credit for some realism in displays of prejudice and the subtle effects it has on its targets. While I don't have experience being the target of racist prejudice, I do have experience being the target of queerphobic prejudice. The dhams really hit with me, especially the lines calling them "half-formed things, neither fish nor fowl." Like, yep I'm trans and non-binary, I've heard and seen that type of shit said before.

The way Riche and Johann reached instinctively for their glasses when it was mentioned how the uncontrollable gold flashes of their eyes give them away to humans. I felt that, being "revealed" by features of your body and being instinctually self conscious about them. Trying to hide the things that "give you away". I still remember when Jeanne was trying to figure out if Johann was human or vampire, watching the anime, hearing the tired and thorny contempt in Johann's voice with the delivery of "Nope, I'm a dham." Shivers. Same fucking energy of delivering "I'm nonbinary" to random people for fuckteenth flippin time watching the fucking look in their eye change as they realize what I am. Then, Johann catches himself after saying it, realizing Jeanne didn't mean any offense, that his tone was too prickly. She just genuinely didn't know. You can feel how Johann is always on guard. Always having to be prepared for people who think he doesn't have "the right to exist." I felt that.

I'm optimistic for how the story handles this arc. I'm praying it's good and doesn't fall for the problematic elements of "fantasy racism" tropes. The way this chapter handled Domi makes me hopeful. That and anymore material we get on Dante, Johann, and Riche is a win in my book.

#vnc #vnc spoilers #vnc 61.5 #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #memoire 61.5 #manga

[arashrita]

Don't say you love me, unless you do.

He didn't have to act like an arse. Sure, he was stressed and busy. That overworking dude seriously. But, you were only trying to help him. The only thing you said was

"Hey, Lucifer! Do you want me to help you?"

What bad thing did you say? Exactly, nothing. But, there's a thing you see, people take your love and care for granted and forget that you have feelings too. Humans do that all the time. Can you really blame the demons? Yes, you can. Because being a bloody prick can never solve anything. What's bad is bad. Dosen't matter what species they are.

He went out of his way and called you "Pathetic, insufferable little human", "annoying happy-go-lucky", "immature and insensitive." Lots of other stuff probably, you don't even remember everything.

You didn't cry in front him. Instead, you stared back with a raging fire in your eyes and snapped "Damn, what all of them said about you is true after all."

That rendered him speechless. Good, you won't let him tear your soul just because he feels like it. You are so done being the sweet and forgiving one. Have they really forgotten that you can feel? That's it. That's so fucking it.

You had stormed off from his office and requested Solomon to pick you up. Surprising, that you didn't break down in tears. You could feel rage bubbling inside your veins like hot lava. Damn him and his stupid pride. You wanted to scream and throw things.

"(Y/N)??"

It was Simeon. Yup, you ended up crashing in the Purgatory hall, of course. But why Simeon is calling in the middle of the night?

"What is it man?"

"Ummm... I guess you should go outside and see for yourself."

You huffed but eventually obliged. You already had a hunch about what it might be and that's exactly why you were reluctant to go.

Sure enough, it was the person—demon you didn't want to face. What? He is capable of pulling that puppy dog look? Well, too bad, you ain't falling for it, not today. Wait, are those... tear stains? Ah man seriously? He knows so damn well that you are soft. But bloody hell man he looks like shit and that's that.

"(Y/N), I'm sorr—

"Apology unaccepted, now leave. Goodnight."

"There's nothing good about this night when you are not by my side."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Lucifer. You realize that I'm not a robot right? I have feelings too and YOU—Mr, congratulations! you officially lost my trust."

Every word that came out of your mouth struck him like a bullet. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean anything. He made a grave mistake—again. He dosen't deserve anymore chances. Still, his heart wants you. His body automatically moves toward you.

"I'm really sorry... I-I know I caused a lot of damage. I feel shame... But, (Y/N), I love you..."

"Don't say you love me, unless you do."

"(Y/N)...."

You were doubting his love for you and that was enough to understand the weight of the situation. Well, it was him who digged his own grave, as simple as that.

His eyes welled up. You could see his hands trembling like crazy. Well, shit. You aren't supposed to give in. Not after what he did. You shouldn't welcome him back in your life. He isn't worth that. Or... wait... true, he destroyed your feelings today but... you can't deny that in countless situations he helped you in every way he can. Also.... watching him so miserable... You are supposed to feel the taste of sweet sweet revenge. Then...why it makes you sad...? Damn him for having such a strong hold over you.

"Lucifer..."

Whatever decision you take, it's going to be a turning point. Do you really want to lose him? Not really... The answer is crystal clear. You want him back.

"Fine, you know what you are lucky. But, I swear to god, this is the last fucking time I—

You couldn't finish your sentence. He was holding you like you will disappear in thin air. You could feel sobs wrecking his body. Now, who is the pathetic one? Probably, something you would've loved to say. But, no, you could feel the genuineness. Argh... why do you love him so much?

You blinked back the tears. Fine, just this once he will get away with it because you love him too damn much.

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me lucifer #obey me angst to fluff #ohey me lucifer angst #obey me shitpost

[kevin-ibw]

Omg I love your Vees but I’m kinda curious as to how they run the entertainment district. I feel like I understand how they run the church very well and how they promote constant indulgence in sin but I’m curious as to how the Vees themself run their original area of expertise.

Does anything change with how they run stuff. Does Velvette run her fashion industry like normal does she change the algorithm to boost anything related to religion? Does Val continue to run his industry like normal or is it different too. Is Angel Dust still owned by Val and what’s his relation to the Hotel and Val with this AU and how things are ran. Does Vox do his broadcast and do they run like those 24 hour church sermon tv channels?

How the Vees run the Entertainment District

Vox: He has the most popular streaming services, so It's not surprising he'd have an ad that plays once and while that preaches about how you should trust your safety with our savior, and yes he does indeed have a broadcast dedicated to a 24hr church sermon, it's the only you can get until you pay for other cables or the streaming services.

Velvette: You're right about the algorithm thing. She runs the fashion industry as she usually does. Occasionally, Velvette will add a line of various different nun outfits that look rather explicit and scandalous. She always reassures everyone that clothes should be a freedom of expression. Velvette had threatened everyone that questioning her words is equivalent to questioning Vox's words, and you don't want to question your savior, now do you?

Valentino: Funnily enough, Val's the only one that doesn't have a religious role between the three of them. Vox is the angel, Vel is the nun, but Val? He's a mafioso leader, something that has NO ties to Christianity. The other Vees have told him that he could always be a priest but Val would rather shoot himself with an angelic bullet than ever pick up those garments of clothing.

But he does have a way of implementing some religious innuendos in his porn films. Val selectively interpret biblical passages about sex to fit his narrative and justify certain behaviors depicted in his films. He emphasizes passages that highlight the beauty and pleasure of sexual intimacy while downplaying or ignoring passages that emphasize restraint or monogamy.

He manipulates the feelings of guilt and shame associated with people's sexual desire, offering his films as a form of relief or absolution. Eventually, his viewers would indulge in lustful sinning themselves.

Val is a lot more stricter in his terms on what is acceptable for his films, he has high standards for his scripts which kind of bite him in the ass the majority of the time. "The best kind of porn is the one that has an underlying plot point, no matter how small it is." As he would put it.

One thing that seems heavily ironic to his character is that the act of sex isn't actually something that Val indulges in often. Sure he fucks and sleeps around a few times, but this is his way of relaxing from all the mafioso business, a way to display his artistic creativity.

But despite the fact that the porn gig is supposed to be his way of relaxation, he reviews several manuscripts for his films overnight and doesn't get enough sleep for it.

Angel and his relationship to Valentino and the Hotel

Being done with his family business, Angel tries to find an excuse to get away from it all by working with a moth who runs hell's porn industry, only for him to realize that said moth also runs a mafioso. Perhaps he should've paid more attention to politics.

Angel tells himself that it's fine. The guy seems decent enough so far. He's allowed to do some porn gigs and occasionally snark back at the boss without much repercussion, so he's safe so far. But then things start getting a bit complicated, and Angel gets dragged into Val's more shady business. Debt collecting, drug trading, and even deal making, and suddenly he realizes he's now into some deeper shit.

"If you think I don't do background checks on my employees, then you're sorely mistaken, Angie."

"Your father's been a real thorn at my side for far too long."

Angel tries to compromise. He doesn't exactly hate his family, but he doesn't want them double dead either, so he offers his soul as a way of exchange to live them alone. They're the only thing left he has in this shithole of an afterlife, and having something is better than having nothing.

Val considers it, Angie has been his top earner for the time he spent being employed. He's fairly skilled with guns and has a natural charm that can be used for negotiation, so he agrees. The rest is history. Then we catch up to the events of season one.

Angel: "So what's this hotel all about?"

Charlie: "We are attempting to give sinners in hell salvation so they can be redeemed!"

Angel: "... so a cult?"

Vaggie irritated: "Not a cult."

Angel sounding really unconvinced: "A cult."

Part two of Angel getting dragged into situations where he doesn't want to, he couldn't say no a gaint 10ft moth overlord, he can't exactly say no to the princess of hell and her exorcist girlfriend, ESPECIALLY when he knows what happens to the people that even lightly insult Lucifer's daughter. I guess he's now involved in her little pet project now. Doesn't mean Val is happy about it.

Because great, if Vox beinf gone for 7 years didn't make Val unhappy, hearing that his now top earning employee is now a patron of CHARLIE MORNINGSTAR's little hotel, then more fuel is just being added to the fire that is Val's stress levels.

Val: "Angie why the fuck are you associated with LUCIFER'S DAUGHTER."

Angel: "Val, I'm telling ya, I literally got dragged into this unwillingly. You gotta believe me."

Val: "Por el amor de Lucifer- and WHY exactly?" He violently hisses out.

Angel shrugs all four of his arms.

#AU: Salvation Hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel Velvette #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel angel dust #the vees #vvv #hazbin hotel vvv #hazbin vox #hazbin velvette #hazbin valentino #hazbin angel dust #implied #staticmoth #voxval #vox #velvette #valebtino

[fantasmadelkarma]

Hi!

I tried to make some interection with the character of mortal kombat.

There's gonna be a parte two! 😌It's my First time writing so in kinda nervous but i've got my best 💕. Also english Isn't my First lenguage so, i hope that i didn't make too much mistake😅

Jade

Jade: are you new in the outwold?

Y/n : well, not so new y'a know.

Jade: and why i didn't see you before?

Y/n: i don't like people much..

Y/n: ready for lose Jade?

Jade: i don't think i will lose y/n.

Y/n: then don't think at all, lady.

Y/n: you must be the kotal's woman..

Jade: and who are you stranger?

Y/n: only the one who's gonna beat you.

Erron Black

Erron: well, hello gorgeous

Y/n: flirting, won't make me beat less your ass, black.

Erron: quite temper uh y/n?

Y/n : Here for my head, hunter?

Erron: Well beautiful, you worth a lot of money.

Y/n: then sorry for leaving you penniless..

Erron: why in the outworld lady?

Y/n : you know..only for fun..

Erron: i can give all the fun you want.

Y/n : wanna give me a ride cowboy?

Kabal

Y/n: are you really that fast?

Kabal: It will take no time to beat you.

Y/n: *laugh* not too fast for me.

Kabal: you seem to know erron..

Y/n: oh yeah i do, i know a lot of people.

Kabal: but you don't know me.

Kabal: you won't know that you'll die.

Y/n: for the elder gods! shut the fuck up flash of the poor..

Kabal: flash of what?

Y/n: you know it's not important now

Kung Lao

Kung Lao: ready for lose Y/n?

Y/n: beat your ass Is gonna be fun, lao!

Kung Lao: we'll see.

Y/n m: Kung Lao..the Forever second.

Kung Lao: when i will win i'm gonna prove It that you're wrong.

Y/n: go on Shaolin.

Kung Lao: are you sure you wanna fight?

Y/n: You're silly hat won't save you from me.

Kung Lao: this hat is gonna kill you!

Sub-Zero (kuai liang)

Y/nn: maybe i should have take a coat for this fight.

Sub zero: my cold Is more powerful than you know.

Y/n: than i should bring the hat too!

Y/n: everyone of your clan have that power?

Sub zero: Lin quei it's none of your business

Y/n: wow you are even colder in the inside!

Sub zero: you will catch cold like that lady y/n.

Y/n: i don't mind a Little refreshing Grandmaster.

Sub zero: it's way more than a Little refreshing.

Scorpion

Scorpion: Rage won’t get you anywhere.

Y/n: silly that this words come from you mouth, scorpion.

Scorpion: don't you dare bring that!

Y/n: Master hasashi..

Scorpion: Shiray Ryu don' t believe in different treatment.

Y/n: even for me?

Scorpion: out of my way!

Y/n: jeez! soothe your hot spirits man.

Scorpion: i will burn yours.

Y/n: good! i love warm *smirk*

Cetrion

Cetrion: you should bow to me.

Y/n: i don't think i will "godness".

Cetrion: i will teach you a lesson mortal!

Y/n: how boring Is your life!

Cetrion: i am a creator, a superior things.

Y/n: you're only a superior shit girl.

Cetrion: if you stay with me i'll make you glorious.

Y/n: that's honore me godness, but i think i will refuse.

Cetrion: that's a shame, you are wasted with the mortals.

#mortal kombat #mk fandom #mk11 #mortal kombat x reader #scorpion x reader #sub zero #erron black x reader #kung lao #jade x reader

[dantenyhpmir]

The New Recruit

Pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader, 

Plot; Konig the new recruit is interesting in you while not knowing you and Ghost have been "dating" in secret for months

Warnings; Unprotected Sex, PxV sex, oral sex fem receiving. “voyeurism”

Word Count; 6364

(If you want to skip to the smutt, scroll to the heading "finally." I love a slow burn with a shit ton of build up).

I do not write Konig like how he is in the games. This is completely different. I think he's more socially awkward and I made him much more confident and up front.

Dante Nyhpmir Masterlist

Simon sat down across from you in a huff. The mess hall was busy. Enough that maybe his attitude wouldn't go noticed. You take another bite of your lunch as he glares daggers into your soul. It didn't scare you anymore, maybe it used to. Send a shiver or two down your spine but you had seen it enough times it wasn't scary, more exciting. More of a sign he wanted to lose it on you. In the way you craved. 

"Whatta' think you're wearing?" He snarled 

"Oh this?" You pull at your hoodie. It's way too large. Practically a worn down dress at this point. Not exactly 'fitting' but it smelled like him, like his sheets, like his neck. "You'll never guess where I got it."

"You can't be wearing that here Love, not in public" 

"Simon, do you really think anyone is going to recognize a plain black hoodie?" 

"Ghost" he corrects. 

That stung for some reason. Maybe because of how much you loved hearing your name fall out his mouth whenever you were together and like he didn't appreciate the same. It wasn't that though, he always asked to be called Simon when you were alone but here he didn't feel like it was ever just you two. Only in your bedroom. 

"Don't wanna show me off eh" You snicker at him 

"Y' know that's not true." 

You take another bite of your meal. 

Beat. 

He sighs and leans towards you, stopping himself from holding your hand

"Y/N listen, I–" 

Hearing your name helped ease the sting, it was a shame to cut it off 

"Price is headed our way" you interrupt. He's walking over with someone you don't recognize. Ghost doesn't turn to face them but instead moves his arm back

"I wouldn't worry about it Zero" he changes 

"I don't wanna be one of those people whose scared of new technology or anything, it's frankly embarrassing " you make up on the spot 

"You're too young to be doing that already" he teases as Price approaches behind him. 

"Excuse me" Price utters as Ghost turns around. "I'd like to introduce you both to our new recruit, -" 

"Konig" Ghost says as he stands up and shakes the man's hand. 

He's large. Bigger than Ghost. You're not used to men being even bigger than Ghost. His cloth mask drapes down over his face with two eye holes cut into it. You stand at attention when Price makes eye contact and move your way to the other side of the table to stand with the men. 

"Ghost, long time no see" The new man says excitedly. 

"No introduction needed there" Price says as he turns towards you. "This is Zero, Zero, this is Konig. Our latest recruit" 

You gesture your hand out to shake. He's very light with his handshake as he says 

"That's not a very kind code name" 

"I prefer to be underestimated" you chuckle 

"She's lying, it's more based around how many fucks she gives" Ghost says smiling at you but catches himseld. Not that you could really tell under the mask. Konig doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are fixated on you. 

"Well, certainly nice to have someone pretty on the team for once" 

"Between you two,might have me beat for all we know" you chirp back as you flick a bit of his cloth mask. Who's to say how handsome either of them were…..

"You're quick aren't ya" Konig chuckles back. 

"You should see me shoot" you clap 

"I have a list of things I'd like to see you do," Koing says leaning in. Ghost's chest exhales. You can feel his disdain in the air. No one is focused on him right now. Only you. 

Price interrupts and starts to walk off. "Easy Konig, fraternizing isn't allowed at this ranking and certainly not with this team." 

Konig turns to follow him and looks back at you. "I can keep a secret for the record" he says with a wink before walking off. It makes you smile

"Quite the repour already" Ghost shrugs 

"I think you forget how charming I am" 

"Yeah charm, that's what he's looking at" 

"Well it can't be my body, it's covered in this giant sweater that clearly came from your room" the sarcasm seeping through every word. 

"You're making me mad" he says as he turns towards you. 

"Good, I can't wait for you take it out on me later" 

That always worked a little even if it didn't show in his eyes. Ghost put his hands in his pockets before leaving you to finish lunch alone. 

"Don't wear it again, that's not a request" 

"I thought I didn't give any fucks?" 

"Don't be cute, I don't want to pull rank on you." 

You swallow. He's not biting and he's not going too. The wave washes over you, no flirting to be had. He means it. 

"Yes lieutenant" you utter as Ghost walks off. 

The next few weeks are off between you two. There hadn't been too many conversations about what you both actually were. He didn't seem interested in anyone else though. You certainly weren't. Nights would be spent with you getting ready for bed, leaving him the extra key into your room in the women's quarters. He'd come in at night, when it was late was your favourite. Seeing his eyes emerge in the pitch black always made your heart race and your stomach ignite. It has been consistent for the past 8 months. Not letting it get in the way of either of your line of work but you both thought about it constantly. Never really escaping each other's mind even after he'd leave before the sun came up. 

Part of you wondered if you had made up the feelings. He was so attentive and caring but it could've just been for fun. It was hard not to over think it lately. He hadn't been showing up as much, more in foul moods he didn't want to talk about. You found yourself overthinking if it was actually the work situation or if he was embarrassed at the idea of being together, what anyone seeing you in his sweatshirt actually meant. It felt odd with how forward Konig was in comparison. How the rule about fraternizing didn't phase his intentions for a second, to be bold enough to show it in front of Price of all people. It hadn't stopped in those passing weeks. Konig was clearly interested and made it apparent. Both of these things you loved. It felt like you were very seen, very important everytime Koing would flirt with you. That the job couldn't really get in the way. Price didn't seem to reprimand him either. Maybe he didn't take it seriously or think that you would. In all honesty you didn't, you just wanted Simon. Wanted him back but his frustration was oozing. 

You both never tried talking on duty too much. You also both had separate training with him being someone on the ground and you mostly equipped for sniping. On missions you wouldn't insist on being next to each other but your face always had leaked its feelings. People knew you were friends, as did Konig who asked Ghost about you multiple times. If Ghost had any feelings which he always denied. If you had been seeing anyone which Ghost always said he wouldn't know. Konig's glee was clear which made Simon sick. You were clever, quick witted. It was fun to verbally spar with you and it was oddly the thing making him the most jealous. Anytime Konig would tease you and you'd go along with it. In your mind just as friendly to everyone else as you would be to Koing. Trying to tone down your friendliness towards Simon, not as much arm touching and certainly not wearing any of his clothes. 

It was confusing. You could lie to yourself and say you wanted Simon back to his old self but that wasn't true. You didn't want to go back to just sneaking and maybe that was truly all it was and you had led yourself on. 

The bath was full tonight and you had music playing hoping to distract your thoughts from wondering even further. A night alone might help, Friday nights you often claimed to like spending alone but Simon would come by. Knowing everyone else went out for the most part, less likely to hear you screaming between the thin walls in the sleeping quarters. You missed the apartment you had off the settlement but while it was under repairs the dorm style they set you up with would have to do. Part of it made sneaking around more fun. More likely to get caught here for the time being. Stop thinking about him, you tell yourself but it's almost as if it summoned him as you hear a knock at your door. 

"I was wondering when you were going–" you answer in your towel, but you're taken back. It's not the mask you were expecting

Konig leaning in your doorway was a bit of a surprise. "Of course it isn't Simon" you realize. He has his own key, he wouldn't have ever knocked. He wouldn't need too 

"You were waiting for me eh?" Konig chuckled 

You were too excited for Simon to finally have come by, you didn't think Konig even knew your room number. 

"Oh yeah, I had asked Steph to drop off my headphones. I left them in her dorm last week and had been waiting for her to bring them by" You lie, Steph was one of the other trained snipers you worked with that you hoped, at this moment, wouldn't come by. Wouldn't step out of her dorm across the hall.

"Ah," Konig uttered. Even through the mask you can see him, trying not to stare. Not undress you with his eyes 

"Is there something I can help you with Konig?" You ask, getting his mind back on track 

Ghost walks around the corner though he spots Konig leaning with his arm over you. In your towel. He steps back before you could even notice. His specialty. Being unseen. 

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the pub tonight?" 

"Um, I might not be prepared for that" you gesture with your eyes to the towel 

"Oh no rush, just if you wanted to go or if there was something else you wanted to –" 

"Who else is going?" You interrupt 

"Soap, Gaz, I mentioned it to Ghost but he seemed uninterested. Did you wanna invite Steph?" 

"Yeah maybe, " you pause. Simon wasn't coming by tonight and, it clearly wasn't a date with Konig if the other task force members were invited. You could use some fun. There weren't any real reasons holding you back 

"Yeah, screw it." 

Ghost crept back into the shadows before you finished 

"I'll meet you there? I'm guessing the pool hall?" 

"Yup, I forgot what it's called?" 

"It's Soaps favourite, don't worry I know where to go" you say as you close the door slowly "I'll meet you guys there in an hour"

"Great" Koing sings 

By the time you get there the boys are already playing pool and Ghost hadn’t stopped hearing the end of how Soap was right about him not actually having any plans tonight. Konig may be at the pool table; his mind is elsewhere. 

"How long are ya’ staying, Konig?" Soap asks.

"Not sure, they didn't give me a specific shipping out date. Tell ya the truth, I don't really wanna go anywhere yet" he replied 

Ghosts eyebrows lift up under his mask. It's hard to tell he has a found interest in where Konig's train of thought leads. Konig hasn't noticed but Soap knows Ghost well enough to recognize even the slightest of eye changes. 

"Why's that? Something caught your eye" Soap teases. 

He isn't dumb. Soap knows Ghost has always had a soft spot for you. He teased you differently than anyone else and you always covered him before anyone else in the field. He knew there was something, even if he didn't know the extent of it. Regardless of how professional you both tried to be. It didn’t matter to Soap, part of him thought he might prey some reactions out of Ghost. 

"Oh I don't know" Konig replied 

"Oh someone's shy with us" Soap teased as he hit a striped ball down the table to sink into the left pocket "Not with Zero though eh?" 

"Yeah, can't get exactly get a read on her" Konig said 

"She's pretty upfront for the most part" Ghost said matter of factly 

"What do you mean?" Konig 

"Nothing" Ghost coughed, "She's just pretty clear with things" 

Soap smirked, sinking another ball "If she didn't like you, you'd know. We've seen guys that piss her off and she can't exactly hide it. You'd know. That's what ya mean, right Ghost?" 

"Yeah Johnny" he snears. Ghost can feel Soap is picking at him. You were clear when you HATED someone, you reeked of disdain in the air when you did. Getting to know someone on the team was not the same and John knew that. Soap takes a swig of his beer after finally missing a ball but he coughs it up as Konig continues 

"She opened her door in a towel when I went to invite her" Konig confesses 

Soap recovers from the beer that went up his nose just to miss Simon's micro reactions. He didn't need to see too much to know that would piss him off. 

"Wow" He coughed

"Forward right?" Konig breaths 

"She could have just been having a bath" Ghost says as he lines up his shot 

"Can you imagine Zero opening the door in a towel Ghost" Soap teases and hits his arm as Ghost misses the shot. "What would you do?" 

"I'll tell ya what I wanted to do" Konig starts shaking his head before Ghost gets in his face 

"Stop. Talking." He grunts and then looks over at Soap. "Both of you." 

Beat. 

It took a minute for the air to settle. Konig looked at Soap, his face asking if he really went that far but Soap shrugged it off. 

"Speaking of '' Soap says as you enter the bar. It feels good being in a normal establishment. No uniform, no gear. You come in with your hair down and a bit of makeup for once, and some maybe not the comfiest clothes but you didn't want baggy. You had that everyday covered in gear. It was fun to dress up a bit not that you thought the guys would notice. 

They did. 

 It was hard to miss them. The only two men with masks. The bar had seen them enough times and our faction spent enough money here that they didn't ask them to remove them. 

"Whose winning?" You ask 

"Me of course" Soap chuckles. 

"Not my best game" Ghost admits while looking down. Avoiding your eye contact. 

"Next game, Zero and I take you two" Konig says 

"Oh I'm not good at pool" you admit 

"Don't worry I'll teach ya" Konig says 

"No I understand how the game works, I'm not GOOD at it" you explain 

"I can take care of the both of us" Konig winks 

"Well I'll take care of the next round of drinks then. What's everyone's order?" You say 

Everyone tells you their drink of choice and Konig offers to help you carry them back. 

Soap stands closer to ghost 

"What's going on?" 

"Dunno what you mean" Ghost coughed 

"Oh fuck off. You've been looking at Konig like you wanna light him on fire everytime he talks to Zero." 

"They're friends" 

"Like you and Zero are friends?" 

Ghost straightens up. 

"I'm not saying anything to Price." Soap explains. "He doesn't notice you two and your little gazes" 

"She's got new eyes" 

"That's a laugh, she's always been obsessed with you," Soap rebutted 

“Since when is your head out of your ass enough to notice anything?” 

“You get the most cover out of anyone on the team Ghost, she’s always trained on you.” He says as he attempts to sink the 8 ball as if he’s tired of trying to fight Ghost on the obvious. Making one last point. “She ain’t covering Konig like that” 

You bring back drinks with Konig. As usual he's pleasant and quick to flattery while getting the drinks. A little "do you know you're very pretty" as you wait for the bartender. "Oh I'm aware" you laugh as you bring you and Ghosts drink, leaving Koing to grab his and Soaps. This always throws men off. You're supposed to be "humble" but you know you're attractive. It's fun watching men's faces sink when they hear that as the response. Not that you don't enjoy the reminders but it's a good way to shut things down. Whenever Ghost would tell you you're beautiful it was something very specific about you. Your eyes, your smile or how much he loved listening to you. Wither about your passions or things that pissed you off. Nothing compared to that. Not enough "you're pretty, you know that?" In the world that would top your pillow talk. Your old pillow talk. 

"Got ya a double, maybe it'll help your game" you smile at Ghost before stepping back and giving him the space he's asked for. Soap sinks the ball. 

"We can only hope" Soap says "You two wanna break?" He asks as he sets up the next game. 

"Let's see how it's done Konig" you gesture to the table. 

Konig breaks it. You all take turns for a while and talk about work. There's an awkward shot when it comes to your turn. Konig tells you how to set it up. You lean over as he leans over you to “help” in his mind. 

"It's okay Konig, I got it" you say as you miss. "Welp, nevermind" 

"We can give it a different go on your next turn" while putting his hand around your waist. You step away 

"Don't worry about me"  

Ghost walks over and steps between the two of you to take his shot. You don't know if he sinks any of the balls. You're just staring at him as he turns and leans in to whisper in your ear 

"Say the word, and I'll snap his neck" he breaths into your ear, so close only you could hear it 

He goes back to the table like nothing happened but you can't move. Hearing that paralyzed you. Like every word of it ran down your spine, to the inside of your legs and rounded through your toes. The reminder that your guard dog was still around. 

As the rounds continued you noticed Konig being touchy with your waist again. The guys were farther into drinking than you had been. Konig and Soap seemed to be showing it more. Soap being more antagonistic and Konig being more touchy. 

"Who's the prettiest in the squad, Zero?" soap heckled 

"Obviously you buddy" you say as you shoot. With the drinks in their system everyone was just as bad as you but you stopped caring a while ago. All your mind could focus on was the internal dynamic between you, Ghost and Konig. Some fresh air was needed and you waited until Konig and Soap were bickering over something to slink out.

Ghost met you outside, before Konig could take notice

"Y/N" 

"Zero" you correct 

Beat. 

"Look Ghost, I can give you your sweater ba–" You start

"Simon" he corrects. 

You look over in his eyes. 

"I like hearing you say Simon a lot more." 

"I miss it" 

"I don't want the sweater back" 

"But I can't wear it, remember?" 

"Y/N it's not that I don't want you to wear it. I love the idea of everyone seeing you in my clothes. I want to show you off but you know we can't" 

"I don't think Price cares, I think you do" 

"Price isn't taking Konig seriously. He's here temporarily, he doesn't have anything to lose" 

"I really don't think there would be that crazy of repercussions" 

"One of us would have to leave the team, you wanna get transferred across the globe and not see eachother again?" 

"You're worried it would be me they pick?" 

"We can't pretend they're not biased" 

This struck a chord with you. You were an exceptional sniper. Better than anyone on the team, there wasn't another one lined up after you. There couldn't be. 

"I'm not someone who's easily replaced" 

"I didn't think I was either?!" He yells 

That struck a chord with him. 

Beat. 

He realizes his tone. It draws some attention from some other people smoking outside. You give them the awkward smile that gestures you're fine. Not scared. No plea for help in your eyes. You go to hold Simon's hands, forgetting the weight of them until they're in your grasp. 

"I never thought you were," you say looking up at him with big doe eyes.  

He leans in close, wrapping his arms around you. The most he's ever touched you in public and breathes out before realizing he's doing it. 

"I already paid your tab for the record" he says 

You grab his bicep and start walking, pulling him along 

"Then you may as well be walking me home then, before Konig wonders where I've gone" 

Finally

The walk home is sweet. You're surprised at how long you hold onto his arm for, without him telling you to stop hanging off him before anyone sees. Not a word. Everything is calmer. More to normal. Playful verbal sparring matches as usual. He teases that you aren't that bad at pool and you flick back that in reality he is. He brushes it off to say he was distracted by trying not to break Konig's arm every time he touched your waist which makes you blush and look away. You tell him about Konig saying you're pretty and how you loved his face when you said I know instead of thank you as you fall off of Simon's arms. You want to be able to see how he reacts and of course it's to tease. Ghost likes to say that no one actually knows how to talk to you before complimenting how intimidating you are. How you're actually the one who's truly terrifying in task force 141 which always flatters you the most. Feeling like you're the least likely to pose a threat but Ghost always assures you're the deadliest one. The reason he can be so confident going into any mission is knowing your sniper is fixed on anyone coming his way. How he couldn't do his job nearly as well without you having his back. As you look away you notice him trying to find your hand to hold as you walk back to the base. They're so much bigger than yours, it's satisfying knowing they could probably crush yours but always feel exceptionally gentle with you. You squeeze his massive palm before letting go as he walks you to your door. 

"I'm not trying to hide you Y/N. I'd show you off every second if I could but I can't do my job without knowing you're there."

He didn't break eye contact once. 

“Really?” you ask, in all earnestness. 

“I can’t lose you.” He chokes, he can’t look at you for that one till he finishes his sentence. 

The weight of that hits. 

You rush forward moving his mask up over his lips to thrust yourself into a kiss. No one touched his mask.

 Except you.

 Only you. 

He steps forward, forcing you to step back into your room and closing the door behind him while you hang off his lips. You’re too distracted to notice he doesn’t lock the door and even keeps the handle slightly turned. One light push would open it. 

"I don't think about Konig. Or anyone else." You say after catching your breath

“I know” He says calmly, staring into your eyes and then lips before he picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist like you’ve practiced it and he pushes you up against the wall. You don’t know how he does it, how he manages to pin you while still giving you enough room to breathe. How it doesn’t feel like you have to hold yourself that much, how you can trust yourself being in his arms like that. 

His grip is intense as he holds you up by your waist and ass, squeezing until you feel like they might bruise. You don’t question it though or even think of stopping it. It’s all you wanted, and missed. Every spot of your neck needs to be kissed, no surface left untouched. 

“I missed you” you moan 

He grabs hold of you tightly and turns your body to throw you on the bed, before you can even catch yourself he’s already crawled over you. Holding your face and staring into your eyes again 

“Nothing to miss, I’m not going anywhere” 

He grabs onto your hips and pulls you closer. As if he’s offended at the idea of any air being between your bodies.

“Neither are you” he breathes before pushing his lips into yours. Kissing you on your open mouth. 

Your body aches, like every sense missed his touch and with every kiss over your shoulders and neck, your body rolls into him. Feeling everything from your chest levitate down to your pelvis, playfully touching his, begging for more. Needing it to escalate like it had.

You weren't the only one whose longing had your body in a spiral. Just light touches of your finger trips around his neck were enough to have him almost hard again. Each roll of your pelvis grinding ever so slightly against his, with every feeling his manhood. All the excitement rushing back. All the blood. Rushing back. 

He was more handsy than usual, which was saying a lot. Ghost was always quick to grab you. Pull your wrists over your head and take his time playing with you. Lighting up each section of your body with delicate touches to draw out every feeling, to prepare you for when he could lose himself. He liked to pull the orgasm from you as long as he could. Have you whimpering for his fastest pace but not tonight. 

Tonight he was feral as he took off your clothes. No patience for this evening. Your shirt was barely off over your head before he pulled down your bra and caressed your nipples with his tongue while looking up at you. Unimpressed as if you hadn't finished what he demanded. All clothes were meant to be pulled off as he unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down around your ankles. The bra clasp was easy enough but he had run out of patience once it got to your panties.

His hands grabbing you again was all you needed to soak through them, let alone the tossing around. They were seeped in your scent as he tried pulling them off but it wasn't quick enough as he took out his knife and cut them on the side before you even had a second to interject. 

"I'll buy ya another pair" he tells you as he envelops the scent off of them "these are mine to take anyway" as he tosses them aside and throws the knife into the wall. You forget how quick he is with that, how deadly he actually is. How scary he truly is but it only opens the floodgates. 

He kisses between your thighs and bites into them, attempting to be gentle but it is not really working. His excitement and difficulty containing himself only made you more damp, more for him to taste after kissing the sweet spot where your pelvis and legs met. That little nook always sent shivers down your spine as he'd breath on it before slowly kissing it and making his way over to your pedals to spread and kiss them. 

"The way you taste…." He mutters to himself before clamming his mouth over your cunt. His fingers tracing your entrance as his tongue massages your clit, just swirling around and around while looking up at you. He won't do it. He won't plunge himself in without you asking, practically begging. Screaming the undying craving you had for him was the only consent worth getting. Nothing else would do but a cry out for more. For escalation. 

"What were you saying about missing me sweetheart?" He says as he bites the side of your thigh before flicking his tongue over your clit

"That's an understatement" you breath 

"Spell it out for me" 

Your brain is dizzy, you can't help but think about every inch of his body that you've missed curling up against at night but nothing comes out as his fingers graze the opening of your walls to meet with his hand pushing down on the front of your waist from the outside with his mouth sucking on your clit. Desperately craving the pressure of his hand to push your walls closer to his fingers when he finally can let himself access you. You can only moan. That's all you can bring yourself to at this moment. The feeling had you somewhere else, not grounded. 

He stands up along the side of the bed, pulling his fingers away from you and  wrapping his arm around your legs. Pinning them to his chest as he lifts up your ass from the bed and spanks it. 

"Since when are you not a talker" he spits out 

Your eyes nearly fall out of your head at the slap and you're brought back down to earth. With him. 

"I missed your hands." 

"Interesting" he says coyly while slowly laying you back down 

"I miss everytime you touch me in training and wrap them around my waist." You spew. "I love every vain, I can never stop staring at them. I can't stop myself from thinking about them grabbing me and having your fingers inside me with your knuckles hitting my entrance." You can't speak fast enough. "I can't stop thinking about any time they've spanked me or choked me or pinned me. I know you wanna hear that it's your cock and how it stretches me everytime and practically breaks me and I crave that first feeling of when you split me open but my favourite part is your hands grabbing my hips or my back and having you pull me down over your cock." 

"There she is, my loud mouth" he says as he grabs your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Grabbing a hold of you and turning so he's sitting at the edge with you on top. Facing him. Facing him. Facing away from the door. 

"That can be arranged for you love" he teases as he holds you just above the tip. You're pressed up against his chest as he grabs onto your hips swirling your entrance just over the head of his cock. You're already in a sweat from what his tongue can do. You always think about how you want to be active, not leaving all the work to him but how he can eat you out always leaves you feeling cum drunk. Your body is already almost dead weight for him to manhandle. It seems like it should be an issue but it isn't for him. Not with how strong Simon is as he rolls your cunt around the tip like a rag doll. Your coos and breathy moans ringing in his ear. He likes to fake you out, feel you grab onto his back, the tightening to brace yourself before he lets himself in but not quite giving it. His fingers swirling around your clit, spinning tiny circles as he feels you leaking onto him. 

"Fuck Ghost, for the love of god stop teasing me" 

There's footsteps down the hallway, you're too occupied to notice but he doesn't. All his training had him acutely aware of the smallest sounds. Your training should too but he had a way of making you escape wherever you truly were. 

"Y/N don't be doing that, you know what I wanna hear" he growls in your ear "none of that Ghost bullocks" 

The door started to open, the slight creaking alarming ghost but you were none the wiser. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as if squeezing the words out of you. 

"Simon, I want you. I need you" you choke out 

"Who else?" He whispers 

"No one, just you. Only you. Please Simon'' you cry out as he lowers you slowly onto his cock. Pulling your whole body in as he presses inside you looking towards the door at Koing's blue eyes peering through his mask. It's only a millisecond of eye contact before Konig shuts the door leaving the room behind him but your cries echo through the walls. Konig hearing you call out Ghosts name over and over again. The click of the door drowned out by your moans. 

Konig takes a second to collect himself. You aren't his. Never were. He'd never bring up what he saw, he knew Ghost wouldn't either. The bitter sound of your whimpering from the room not done by him burned. He left feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs, wondering if Ghost had left the door like that to just mess with him. He'd never know. 

He'd never ask. 

Ghost smirked watching your face wail as he bounced you up and down. Your mouth falling open with each thrust and your eyelids crushed together bracing yourself from the ferocity.

"Good girl" he snickered as he lowered your body up and down. Like you were weightless. 

"Slow down, slow down Simon" you manage to whimper. 

"Bit too much for ya?" He chuckled 

"I'm getting too carried away, they'll hear us…. well ME" you correct. 

Ghost wasn't quiet in bed by any means. Every thrust was met with grunts and whines of his own but you, you yelped at the drop of a hat when it came to the slightest movement of his pelvis. 

"Let 'em hear" he sighed with another pull of your body 

You were close, you needed him to slow down to last any longer. He had never cared about that though. There was so much fun to be had making you cum. He’d feel every contraction around his cock hit. To see the afterglow on your face and how creamy you'd be afterwards. You always loved how it felt when he'd rail you after you had already cum. The sound of him hitting all your juices was a thrill to say the least.  

He could feel you tightening around him after saying anyone could hear. His cock did plenty but it was always the words that would send you over the edge. 

"You're mine," he said with his gruff voice. No debate to be had. Just a statement. Just reminding you where you belonged. Your body tightened again, nails digging into his back. 

"Say it again" you whimpered. As nicely as possible. Full surrender to him. 

"You're mine, all mine" he breathed into your ear. 

"Say it again, please. Please Simon" 

Even as tension rose, he didn't change his pace. Keeping it at the fast momentum you had before but telling you over and over again that you were his. 

You belonged to him. 

Only him. 

And only he would feel your body contract the way it did. As if your body couldn't let go of him as you convulsed with excitement. Your grip into his back leaving scratch marks. It wasn't the first time you tore his skin as you came and it wouldn't be the last. 

You couldn't stop shaking, it overwhelmed every sense you had. Your body wanted to escape the over stimulation but he held you down. Tighter as you cried out. It wasn't going to be a quick feeling. He was going to make it last as long as possible. You had to be a puddle afterwards or he didn't do his job. You knew it wasn't even a minute but the intensity felt like hours and it wasn't until you were able to catch your breath that his grip lightened. 

You were drenched in sweat. Practically having to peel your body off of him. Your eyelids are heavy as you look into his eyes. His hands wrap around your cheeks, his beautiful hands. 

Neither of you say anything. Neither of you have too. He just looks into your eyes for a moment. Taking everything in before kissing you in the most tender way. The switch from how hard he can press into your skin and leave bruises to how his lips press into yours with every ounce of sincerity he has to give always consumes you. He wipes some of the sweat off your forehead. 

"Y' alright sweetheart?" 

"I'll recover" you manage to gasp through your breath "you didn't cum?" 

You hadn't moved off of him yet. 

"You can tell?" He asked 

"You either gasp or I can feel your pulses. You think I can ignore any inch of you inside me?" You tease as you kiss his cheek. 

He lifts you off of him and lays you on the bed. You lean back on your elbows watching him move around the room, searching. 

"What are you looking for?" You ask. Finally managing to find another breath. 

He discovers it on the top of your laundry basket and brings his sweater over to you. Never tossing anything at you, holding it in front of you to grab. 

"Put it on," he commands. 

Your eyes are watching with intensity. You don't date break eye contact as you take it. Only leaving his fixation when the fabric goes over your line of sight. It falls over your frame, practically hanging off of you. He clasps your face in both palms and brings you closer before he utters 

"I'm not done with you yet"

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