#How many bracelets should a woman wear?

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny, I recently found ur page and have been binge reading ur posts, you’re so good!! I have a big order. Peach cake, Red velvet cupcake and a pound cake with strawberries. With a side of with dark hot chocolate and a glass of water, George Russell🙈… if it’s too many details do it however you want bcuz your writing is amazing <3

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peach cake: ("if you spill a drop, we start all over.") + red velvet cupcake: ("if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one.") + pound cake with strawberries: ("you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again.") + dark hot chocolate: (sub!reader) + glass of water: (aftercare) served by george russell (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!reader & dom!george, rules & punishments, spanking, sparkling water, jealousy, aftercare, doggy style,

"you're so lucky, honestly he sounds like a prince charming!" you once heard from someone when you were talking about your boyfriend, "george just seems like such a sweet guy. like he double checked to make sure that roses wouldn't make your cat sick? most guys can barely get flowers!"

you felt your ears burn at her words and nervously played with the bracelet around your left wrist. there was on charm on it, letter 'g' for your beloved. your boyfriend, your biggest fan.

your dom, george russell.

but even men who looked like princes in fairy tales could be a little jealous. george often appeared himself to be a very sweet guy, who'd never actually hurt someone. he was a force on the track and would do what he needed to win, but he'd never put his hands on another driver. he'd never get in their face or try to get violent.

but as he watched lando norris try his hardest to pick you up, george really wanted to knock some sense into the driver. just because a woman didn't wear a neon sign that said 'taken', it didn't mean they were free game to flirt with.

and you, the future mrs. russell, should know better. even though the weight of the bracelet you wore wasn't too much. he hoped that it was enough of a reminder to behave. listen to the rules that george had laid out for you.

when lando touched your bare arm, and you stepped back a little. george knew that he had to step in. he was at your side rather quickly, smiling at lando. he wrapped an arm around you.

"see you've met my girlfriend, mate." he smiled, putting all of his charm into it, "i was looking for her." his hand snaked to your ass and you gave it a firm squeeze. you weren't off the hook.

"oh this is-" lando looked at you, "i didn't recognize her, mate. i'm so sorry!"

george was a little unconvinced when he replied,"yeah, a haircut can do that." even though you hadn't styled your hair differently in years. george didn't get too aggressive with the fellow driver because now that he was close to him, he could see that the drink in his hand was large and his stance implied it wasn't the first one of the evening.

but, george made sure that you didn't have a drop of alcohol. so while lando was drunk, you were well aware of the rules that your dom had set for you. the driver leaned to your ear and said, ""you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

and you swallowed, knowing you'd get a lecture when your boyfriend steered you away from the drunken racer. you felt the tip of your ears grow hot and you played with the bracelet. despite how nervous you felt, george was all smiles as he told lando to have a good night.

as you walked away, your lover's voice was hot in your ear, "no flirting. remember? you are mine, and i don't need other men getting their hands on you." he held you by the back. he kissed your cheek softly, "when rules are broken, there are punishments." this was part of your dynamic.

you knew there would be a punishment when you got home and you were right. a bottle of sparkling water from the grocery store was opened. and with you on your knees, opened your mouth. this was a punishment of endurance and being unbreakable. george poured a mouthful in your mouth then closed your jaw. he said, "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

you nodded before you got up onto your feet. your legs shaky as he put the bottle down on the nightstand. you held the water in your mouth as you got over his lap. you could feel his hard cock against your stomach. the goal of the punishment was to hold the water in your mouth even if the carbonation made your eyes run. and george spanked you for every infraction you did.

"you're a whore." he said as he rubbed your bare ass. he stripped you down to nothing as soon as you got home. you were to be laid out naked for him. he on the other hand was still in the shirt and slacks fro the party. it only added to the dynamic, you were exposed for him while he got to stay dressed. he slapped your ass, "you're a whore, you let norris get his hands all over you. you know if you let him suck on your pretty breasts or fuck your poor pussy, you'd be thrown away by the next day." he landed another spank across your ass.

you whimpered, trying to hold the water in your mouth. the spanks made it hard to not choke on it or have to drip out of your mouth. the bubbles of it made you feel discomfort in your face. but you had to be good.

"but not me. i'd never do that to you." he said softly, "you are my treasure. you know there's rules, that you have to be well behaved for me. or else we're going to have problems. you're my girlfriend, my love, my submissive." he landed a few more spanks across your ass, he watched your body shake with each of his slaps. but you didn't spill a drop.

the knowledge of that made george smile to himself. it wasn't hard to train you to be an amazing sub, you were always so eager to make him proud. you took your punishments with grace. he landed a few more smacks across your ass, "but you are my whore in the end. my responsibility to teach and fuck." he groped your bruised ass which made you whine.

you kicked out your legs as if you were trying to say that you weren't a whore. that you were a good girl, but it was only met with another hard smack across your cheeks. you arched your back and whined more.

"if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one." he said as a warning. he took you by the jaw to look at him. your craned your neck to get a good look at your prince charming. he smiled, "swallow. then hands and knees."

you swallowed and nodded happily. and like a good girl, you opened your mouth to show you swallowed it all. you earned a pat on the cheek, which made you melt a little. you got off his lap, leaving pussy slick across his black slacks.

george noticed it and chuckled lightly before he started to unbutton his shirt. you were a messy little slut, but george adored you. he was only rough because he knew it was best for you. you were a smart girl, you just needed reminders. once he was out of his clothes, he saw you with your hips raised. ready for him as always.

"my beautiful girl." he said as got himself behind you on his knees. he admired your beauty from behind. he could feel the heat of the bruises on your ass when he placed his hand across one of the cheeks. oh, you were perfect for him, "see, norris could never have you like this. no, no. he wouldn't know what do with himself. he'd probably finish before he started." he chuckled as he gave your ass a pat. he pushed his cock all the way into you, you were beyond soaked that it was so easy for him

he started to move his hips, he pushed you into the covers by your shoulders and had the perfect angle to fuck you. you looked so pretty as you took him. you really were a good girl, the farthest thing from a whore. but he knew it excited you when your prince charming, george russell, called you such sick names. it made you hot all over, just as when he fucked you with heavy thrusts.

"ah, george. sir." you arched your back as he hit the softest parts of you. you felt like a dream, you were a fairy tale princess. from your cute face to how you dressed. to how you were good with everyone but always perfect for george. you took his cock perfectly, made for him like you came from pages of a story. it was why he need to fuck you was always so strong.

"perfect little whore." he said, his voice tinged with praise.

you moved a little bit and felt your knees start to hurt from the feeling of it all. you felt a thump in your chest from his words. you held onto the pillow under your head. your ass stung from the feeling of the previous slaps.

"see what happens when you behave. you know i'll take care of you. always, but you have to remember our rules. they're to keep you safe. you are the most important thing to me. that's why i hate when you're a whore." he continued to thrust up against you.

you believed him. that was why you put so much trust into him.he never steered you wrong. you loved him so much. and he loved you, even when he called you names in the safety of your bedroom, you loved him more than anything.

his thrusts were focused and they made you squirm. it made it feel like he was nudging up into your stomach and it took the air out of you. your pussy was a fit for him.

you held onto the covers with your back arched. you panted heavily into them. everything was hot in your body, you panted heavily into the sheets. "please, sir."

"you know i love you, and this all happens because i love you so much. and i know how good you could be for me." he said hotly into your ear, keeping you pinned to the bed.

the blood rush made your toes curled and you came with your hands buried in the soft sheets of your shared bed. you gasped into the pillow and you back arched. it was all too much, you almost had tears in your eyes.

he finished after you did, then slowly came to a stop. he pushed his entire length into you and bottomed out in you. he shuddered and coughed out a moan. his grip on you was tight. and you came once more from the intensity of it all. the sparks in your brain came alive.

your back arched as you felt him slow down and stop. you both tried to catch your breath before george pulled out and wrapped himself up around you. he got the covers over you and kissed at your face with love.

"do you need water?" being a good dom meant aftercare. especially from such a production. he peppered your face with kisses and held you in his arms, "i think there's something in the fridge you could snack on."

you looked at him and cupped his face gently, you said with half-lidded eyed, "just some water. when i can think again maybe a shower, sir."

he kissed your lips and said, "perfect, good. my good girl." even with the bruises across your ass, you felt on cloud nine. there really was nothing like having a dom. especially the kind like george. your prince charming <3

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Smutty Captain Kid Headcanons - Part 1 

Summary: A collection of NSFW headcanons for Eustass Kid

Genre: Smut

CW: oral sex, threesomes, cuckolding, exhibitionism, dirty talk, mean dom Kid, toys, piercings, spanking

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Man is a f-r-e-a-k. 

Seriously high libido. He’s hard more often than he’s not. If you’re going to be fucking him, you’re going to be logging some real overtime. And he’s serious about getting off, too. Turns into an absolute fiend if he has blue balls, takes it out on the entire crew. Everyone knows when the captain didn’t get off the night before. Basically can’t function without a blowjob.  

Loves a good challenge. All about the chase.

Went through a phase where he wasn’t interested in sleeping with women unless he could get two at a time. His face and cock buried in pussy is his perfect night. Would happily drown in the pussy if he could. 

Definitely enjoys cuckolding other men. Is the definition of a bull. But while he likes bedding a woman behind her boyfriend or husband’s back, he prefers to make them watch. If the boyfriend/husband is a marine or government bureaucrat, it’s even better.

Has definitely had his dick sucked by marines before, both male and female. Has joked about his wanted poster being a nude.

Never shuts up in bed. It’s a running commentary, him goading, teasing, and bullying you. Tells you to stop being such a crybaby when he’s fucking you. “You told me you could take it, so you’re gonna fucking take it.” “What’s wrong? Embarrassed by how wet you are? Because you should be.” “Of course it’s too big, but you’ll cum on it anyway.” Definitely calls you his dumb little fuck bunny. Can be really mean when he makes you cum. And just when it’s about too much, he says something nice. “You have the cutest pussy.” “You taste so sweet.” “You’re such a good girl.” When he’s saying mean things, he’ll sometimes stroke your cheek with his thumb or place sweet kisses on your body. 

If you do end up in a relationship with this man, you might just live to regret it because all of his attention is going to be on you. And that’s a lot. 

Gives you a pair of metal bracelets. Dumbly, you think they’re just a sweet gift (Kid? Giving a sweet gift?) so you put them on without a second thought. Next thing you know, the bracelets are stuck to a wall, you can’t get them off, and Kid is ripping your clothes off like a little kid opening a birthday present. Is so proud of himself for this one, too. As much as you complain, you never take the bracelets off after that. Killer figures out pretty quickly why you now wear a metal band on each wrist, and sometimes an extra set around your ankles; gets drunk one night and confides in you that he’s a little jealous; when you ask him if he’s jealous of you or Kid in this scenario, he says, “both.”  

Has had so many threesomes with Killer he's lost count. The two have an agreement to always share when asked (one veto per year). Dating Kid basically means being in a throuple with Killer, and fucking Kid definitely means getting fucked by Killer. Killer is even allowed to fuck you without Kid present (but you have to tell Kid about it or else he gets jealous).

Has definitely written his name in lipstick on your tits before.

Really into toys. Has tied you up and left you with a vibrator between your legs several times. 

Used his devil fruit power to shoot needles through your nipples, piercing them the way he’d always wanted. Has bought you a variety of pretty nipple rings since then- a pair with several opals dangling from each end, a pair of black shields, cute butterfly barbells with amethyst wings, a pair with onyx coffins on the ends. His favorite pair are the ones with little ruby cherries; he pretended they were cheap but he actually spent a fortune on them (the rubies are pigeon blood, very high quality) because he just couldn’t pass them up. Actually came in his pants the first time he saw them poking through your thin shirt, forbade you from going braless after that. One of his favorite things in the world is putting new rings in, to the point he forbids you from switching them on your own. Loves to use his devil fruit power to tug on them when he’s fucking you.  

Speaking of rules, he has quite a few, mostly because he gets very jealous. In addition to no going braless, you can’t wear your hair off the ship in pigtails (every time you do, a man in town hits on you and Kid just has to fight him), you can’t eat ice cream in public, and if you want to wear that one top- the skintight plaid one with cutouts- you have to pay the blowjob tax (Kid really enjoys cumming in the boob cutout). If you break the rules, you won’t be able to sit for a week. You often break the rules. 

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˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: imagine you go for dinner at your neighbours house and you’re told you’re getting married? you better get cozy for this one!

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings for this chapter: none

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: hey y’all…. i told you guys i don’t have a planned schedule for this series and i’m really starting to think i should 😭. i hope you guys enjoy this and lemme know if you wanna be tagged 🤭

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"Renaissance yachtin' in capri!" Nadia sang as she entered the driveway of the Hamiltons only a week after the first dinner. Knowing her mother's dramatics, Thembi had once again requested her presence at the home except she had to drive straight to the Hamiltons house. Finding the situation weird but not giving it a second thought, she parked next to the all black G63, one of her many dream cars and one she hadn't seen the last time she was here. Thinking it was just a simple visit (and Thembi hadn't given her a chance to dress up after the phone call), Nadia fixed the Nike tee and adjusted the biker shorts she had worn throughout her chill Saturday morning.

Knocking on the wooden door felt weird, given that she was welcomed into the house before but she felt like something quite suspicious was going on but she couldn't even figure it out. Rubbing her eye whilst waiting for someone to answer the door, she wrote a few reminders on her phone to not forget to complete the work she had to take home from the previous day.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" Nadia had recognised the voice to be Nicola, adding a little laugh after her sentence. "I woke up late so this is valid." Nadia replied, giving a smile as she entered the house with Nicola making room for her to walk in. After the first dinner, the two women had kept in touch because of the growing friendship and Willow, who would send a voice message every day to say hi. But this time, Nadia couldn't hear the kids laughing or playing around the house.

Oh, this was serious.

"Is that Nadia, darling?" Linda's voice chimed through the entrance hallway leading to the living room. "Hello Mrs Hamilton." The young woman greeted, giving Linda a side eye as she held a glass of water in her hand. "Please Nadia, rather call me Linda. Do come through, my dear!"

"We're out by the patio, need the bathroom before we start?" Nicola asked, making Nadia way more confused the more footsteps she took. "Start with what?" She trailed off, seeing Nicola just smile and head into the direction of the patio with her following. This was officially starting to get weird but Nadia chose to push her thoughts aside for this lunch.

"Oh she's here! How was the drive, Nads?" Her mom spoke up as soon as Nadia's foot hit the wooden floor of the large patio. Different types of charcuterie boards were placed with juices and waters to accommodate everyone but the atmosphere seemed so different from the dinner last week, it rather felt like a meeting.

"Helloooo." Nadia dragged out the greeting as she eventually found an empty seat, once again, next to Lewis. The man was genuinely a sight to see as the sun shined on him as he sat comfortably on the patio bench chair. Wearing a black NY cap, a graphic tee once again with a pair of jeans this time and his jewellery on display, Lewis smiled up at her with a toothy grin.

After personally greeting everyone around the table and answering their fast questions, she plopped down onto the chair with a few of her bracelets clanging together. The familiar scents of each other from the last time they met fused together as they both studied each other once again.

Nadia's tattoos were finally on display, each dainty artwork fluttered around her skin with a few being inked in red. The most noticeable thing being her hair as she changed the colour to black and it reached past her back. The makeup was very simple and she only carried her phone and lipgloss in her hand as she placed the overly cracked device onto the table right next to Lewis'. When she smiled, he noticed a small gem on one of her front teeth and he definitely admired her style, not one he would regularly picture on a high school teacher.

"You know Nadia, we were just talking about how odd it would be to suddenly become famous within a matter of hours." Linda started, grabbing the large jug of grape juice to give the girl a glass. Helping the older woman, Nadia lifted herself off the chair and gave Lewis a look, non verbally asking if it was true and his eyebrows furrowed whilst pursing his lip upwards, making Nadia smile a little.

"Really? In what aspects?" She sat back down, lifting the glass to her gloss covered lips and only taking little sips. "Oh just how you'd maybe have to close off social media for a while and suddenly having people around you to help with everything." Linda said, taking her glass of water and eyeing Nadia's mom after her sentence. Tilting her head in confusion, she made sure to sit comfortably as this was definitely an interesting conversation.

"I never really thought about it like that actually. The way teams assemble within a matter of hours is something else but I always hear my students say that they're one hundred percent ready for fame." Nadia watched the two older women constantly look at each other with the older men being suspiciously quiet. "Oh and don't even get me started on the scandals you're put through." Nicola submerged from the house, holding a fresh pizza on a wooden board with an extra plate.

"Lewis, you'd know a thing or two about these things right?" Nicola smirked as she placed the plate on the opposite side of the table. Snapping her head towards Lewis, he sighed then nodded before straightening up his posture as it was before. Now Nadia was incredibly confused. Although she spent at least two hours in conversation with Lewis, she never really found out what exactly he does for a living even though he knew what she did as she went on a whole rant about her day with the teenagers. The way he had carried himself whilst speaking with everyone and just how he listened made it seem like he could be a businessman of some sort that clearly made his money and he made it well as he wore jewellery pieces that she could only dream of seeing.

A beat of silence passed and a knock on the door was heard. "Oh, that must be Gerald." Anthony got up in quite a hurry, with the table falling into conversation to detour the previous topic. After the man was welcomed onto the patio, he placed his small briefcase next to him on the chair with Nadia's suspicions growing more and more.

But what if he was really just there for lunch?

The word 'deactivate' kept being thrown around between Nicola, Thembi and Linda for several minutes, snapping Nadia and Lewis out of their conversation on her tattoos. "Nads, come here really quickly and bring your phone." Her mom ordered as the young girl walked to their side of the table. Standing over all three women, she held her phone in front of her mom's face. "How do you deactivate your Instagram? Nicola here made one for me but i don't want it anymore." Thembi asked, once again eyeing Linda.

Showing the directions on her own phone, Nadia then became distracted by her stepdad's question. "Nads, do you know when Rea's flight lands? Will you be okay to go?" He asked, slightly jumping at something. "Yes, I'll be fine. Her flight lands at like two in the morning so after here I'll just finish up some work then go to the airport early." Nadia responded, feeling her hand move a little as she spoke to James.

Thembi tapped her daughter's hand as Nadia focused back on her phone. Seeing her instagram page now logged out, she groaned at the thought of her completely forgetting her password to it. Plopping back into her seat defeated, Lewis eyed her then her phone that she placed on the table. "You good?" He asked, turning his body to look at her. "I think I  accidentally logged myself out of insta and i forgot where i wrote down the password." Nadia frowned a little as she clasped her hands together. Even though he didn't want to seem like he was smiling at her misery but the little pout she had on her face was adorable and obviously he wasn't going to admit that anytime soon.

"Okay, I cannot do this anymore." Anthony announced out as he sighed which caught everyone's attention. "Dad, what's going on?" Lewis asked worried, he had noticed his father was quiet most of the time but he brushed it off knowing that his father was usually like this.

"Son, listen. I know what I'm about to say will sound insane but I need you to listen very carefully. Along with you too, Nadia." Anthony stated. Linda then stood next to her husband in terror. "Wait, Anthony. Are you sure you want to do this right now?" She muttered.

And now the uneasy feeling came right back.

"Lewis, you know I care for you deeply however these past few weeks have been tough for you... and pr." His dad started off, earning a sigh from Lewis and a pinch on the bridge of his nose. Seeing Lewis stress like this was weird for Nadia and what exactly did his father mean by PR? Anyone could tell that he wanted to say something but chose to keep quiet.

Now sitting up properly, Nadia was intrigued with the entire situation and wondered how famous Lewis actually was.

"Linda and I, along with Nadia's parents and Nicola have decided that we wanted to help you to clean up your image a little more even though you are a private person. And for that, we've come up with the concept of a fake marriage between you and Nadia." Anthony concluded and took his seat.

It was as if the blood from Nadia completely left her face after that very last sentence however her face stayed extremely neutral. Her face rather snapped towards her parents who were avoiding eye contact with her.

The silence was so loud, the birds chirping ever so slightly as if they were part of the plan as well. Looking at everyone's face, anyone could tell that this had probably been discussed many times before. "What?" Nadia being the first one to say something, spoke in a monotone voice.

"Look we wanted to see how you two would get along when you first met and it had seemed to work very well. We're only really looking out for you, Lewis. These rumours have kinda taken a toll on you." Nicola voiced, seeing that their faces were stoic yet burning daggers into everyone's skulls.

Finally looking at each other, Lewis and Nadia's eyes met with no source of attraction to each other in that present moment. "This is crazy." Lewis muttered to himself as he shook his head whilst looking down at his shoes.

"Okay." Nadia said, crossing her arms and looked at her mom directly. "Okay?" Lewis grumbled with slightly narrowed eyes to the girl. "Yeah. Clearly this is important and stuff so I'll do it." Nadia responded with a calm facade but she was truly screaming on the inside, her leg shaking underneath the table. Shocked as he was at her nonchalant response to the situation, he slumped back and chose to not speak up in front of guests. Lewis wasn't frustrated in the slightest but he was just extremely confused.

"What about the details?" Lewis sighed, feeling through his beard and accepting his fate.

"Wait, you're actually doing this?" Thembi expressed. If anything, Thembi felt embarrassed to even coming up with this suggestion thinking that it was going to help the driver and his many social problems. "Ma, please tell us the details before we rethink doing this for you guys." Nadia deadpanned, grabbing a grape from one of the charcuterie boards displayed.

"Well. You would have to tell the world that you've been married for at least a year or two and I've already told your PR team, Lewis, to get everything ready before you announce. For now, you're only allowed to tell your closest friends and coworkers about this so that it doesn't seem suspicious that your friends didn't know of your marriage." Nicola started.

"Nadia, because you're now affiliated with Lewis, security and a team will have to assembled to be at your beck and call. Marie from Lewis' team will come over to help you choose potential candidates for your everyday team. Now the difficult part. You two have to be married legally because you know how people get, Lewis. They'll want evidence. And that's Gerald is here for." She concluded, gesturing to the guest to open his briefcase but god, did he feel awkward.

"Uh, hello. Here's the marriage certificate you two are meant to sign for the court to recognise it as an actual marriage." The poor man was red in the face as he shakily placed the certificate between Nadia and Lewis with a pen. With her freshly manicured hand, the girl picked the pen and signed underneath her name officially as a Mrs. She took a quick glance at Lewis' name and it seemed so familiar but the thing that intrigued her the most was the 'Sir' before anything.

Lewis had a good look at Nadia's side profile as he watched her sign the official papers. She didn't seem bothered with anything that was said, it was as if everything just defeated her and she just accepted it. If there's one thing he noticed was that it looked like she didn't have a clue about who he was at all and that was so fascinating to him.

She handed the pen to him, their hands touching a little with the warmest touch as they made eye contact. They both couldn't read each other's eyes, only dark brown pupils staring into each other's souls. Lewis then also signed with a bit of hesitation, the reality falling on him as he dragged the pen to the very last of his signature.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Hamilton." Gerald broke the silence as he uttered his words. He quickly packed his briefcase and walked away from the table with a small wave to everyone to escape from the awkwardness of the lunch table.

"You only have to do this for a year or so then you can either divorce publicly or privately. And the living situation has to be changed. Nadia, you will have to be almost everywhere with Lewis now that you've signed that certificate so I am not sure how you will handle this at your workplace. Do you have an active passport?" Anthony ended with his question to which the quiet girl just nodded.

"Wait, where am I going to live?" Nadia asked, eventually snapping out of the quiet demeanour she had. "Well you'll have to speak to your husband about that." Linda smiled at the two, the smile slowly falling when seeing their deadpanned faces.

Sighing out for the final time, Lewis sighed and lightly tapped Nadia on the arm signaling for her attention. He held his car keys in his hand and she knew that she had to go because being there any longer would've suffocated her. The newly married couple simultaneously stood up and gathered their belongings, making everyone's faces grow into confusion.

"Where are you guys going?" Thembi asked, standing up as well with a worried expression. All Lewis did was shrug as he fixed his shirt and move out of the way so that Nadia could walk before him. "Bye everyone! Your charcuterie boards looked amazing by the way, Linda." It was as if someone completely different had greeted the group goodbye because her mood changed in a matter of seconds as if nothing happened.

"What the hell did we just do?" Nicola asked, rubbing her forehead as she watched the two walk away and out of the house.

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"You've arrived at your destination." The automated voice rang through the large car as it approached a large black gate behind an elegant building.

The drive to the unknown destination was not as quiet as they thought it would be. When entering the car, all Nadia could do was to laugh as soon as Lewis entered the car so much so that a few tears of laughter came out. It was a sound that he appreciated to hear and he joined her in her laughter. They couldn't believe that they even went through that, mainly laughing at the fact they went into the house for lunch and left as a married couple.

It was quite the lengthy drive but it seemed much quicker as they spent the time speaking about what happened at lunch yet they never got to the topic of his job and also because they decided to play music to get rid of the negative mood they both had.

“I thought you were going to kidnap for a second. I still do.” Nadia joked as he playfully rolled his eyes at her. “Where are we even?” She looked out of the window to see the back of the large building, eventually spotting a small yet visible sign on the wall reading ‘Harrods VIP parking’.

Letting the smallest gasp escape her mouth, she gazed at Lewis once again who was typing on his phone and wondered what he did for a living for him to be able to decide to park his car here. The rumours from this department store were unbelievable so to see them bloom in real life felt surreal to Nadia.

Lewis definitely saw Nadia to be a good friend to him and could keep her around his circle and vice versa. It was a sign that a friendship was brewing between each other and they’re somewhat grateful for that although it happened so quickly.

“Seriously bruv, where are you taking me? I have to get home to watch catfish.” She asked, flicking her hair back and he laughed once more. “Bruv?” He said in between his giggles. “Okay my pookie wookie buddy bear, where are you taking me?” She said, fluttering her eyelashes at him which made him burst into so much more laughter.

“Since you want to know so badly, we’re going to Cartier to get our wedding rings.” He smiled a toothy grin, turning off the ignition of the car while looking at her stunned expression.

“…what?”

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[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Things about the Eras Tour that I didn’t know until I attended a show

How much dancing goes on. Like proper dance your heart out, especially on the floor, I didn’t think there’d be enough space but it’s so nice 😊

The outfits! I took at least 50 photos of people’s beautiful creatively thought out and handcrafted outfits! Wow

There are levels of creativity for outfits swifties make their boyfriends wear. Examples: left ❌/ right ✅

There is white (snow) confetti during All Too Well and it gets blown all the way into the stands 😊

The flames during Bad Blood are very real, very huge and VERY very hot!

Screaming the words “shade never made anybody less gay” with 88,000 people is very self affirming and awesome and I 100% recommend it. Definitely can see why Taylor put that on the setlist as a little gift to herself

She said something recently about recognising people in the crowd from the internet and it’s a very odd feeling to be standing an arm’s length away from someone who has bullied and belittled you and your friends for the better part of a decade. But to scream the words “OH MY GOD YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACES” in their direction is very satisfying :)

Some people have not watched every livestream and have genuinely managed to avoid spoilers then the show is like opening night all over again and that’s really sweet to watch

People have warned me about this but holy moly is that one gay woman. No matter how many bf’s are in attendance, Taylor in real life is one whole lesbian. If you’re queer and your gaydar doesn’t ping to heaven watching this show you need it checked out!

And lastly not very much not least, police and security staff are the unsung heroes of stadium shows, especially this one. I was there on my own and managed to turn an almost panic attack around thanks to the amazing security team. I owe them my safe journey home. And all the stadium staff and police were wearing the bracelets they were given with pride, that’s such a nice touch. Thank you guys, you are heroes!

[themidnightcrimson]

religion ࿏ wm

summary: in which the new reverend at your hometown church wants to give you a lesson on sexual immorality.

words: 5.6K

warnings: pastor!wanda, fem!reader, oral (r giving), fingering (r receiving), slight non-con/dubcon, manipulation, dumbification, degradation, religion, lots of bible verses, rip my religious trauma, spank me with a bible, fuck me with the crucifix, yes lord in wanda's name we pray amen

this post is for 18+ only. minors dni.

masterlist.

A few women in the church had put together a potluck after one Sunday sermon, or a “covered dish supper” as the elders liked to call them. You remembered loving those potlucks as much as you loved church itself when you were a child. As the years went by and your worldview got bigger and your mind opened up to the broader possibilities that this was not what life should be like, you scarcely ever went to church.

Upon moving away for college, the idea of church was a laughable thing to you. You could hardly even remember what the rituals were anymore, or the verses, or the hymns. It wasn’t necessarily a hatred or aversion, but rather a bitter distaste in your mouth when reminded of how indoctrinated you and your whole community were into the church. You just weren’t religious anymore, and you preferred living life that way, though it took years of untying the knots of theological principals and “truths” from your mind.

When you were back in your hometown for a visit, your mother nearly fell over at the sight of the little rainbow bracelet on your wrist. After a very heated conversation where you threw in her face the fact that you had been with multiple women in college, she seemed to give up and leave the conversation alone—until the next morning she asked you to come to church with her.

“Really? You think going to church is going to reverse the way that I was born? You expect me to just pray the gay away?!” you yelled at her, but she was calm. She said that was not her intentions, but rather they were to simply have you come see everyone you grew up around. She said that there was a new pastor there who was younger and could relate better to youth without that kind of feigned wise judgment that the other pastor, a wobbly old man, used.

You fought tooth and nail against your mom in a thirty-minute argument until finally you were just too tired to fight against her anymore. You felt how you did in high school—getting lectured by your mom for skipping church only a single Sunday, being placed under her godly ray of obstinance that so easily drained you until you just couldn’t fight anymore. She forced you to wear one of your church dresses from high school and practically shoved you into the car that Sunday morning. You were just looking forward to the potluck afterward.

As your mom pulled the car into the church’s parking lot, you realized that they had done renovations on the sanctuary since you had been gone. It was bigger now, with huge mosaic windows facing the front and a new pure white cross on top of the spire, making the triangular building look even taller and more pointed than it already was.

“This new pastor a millionaire or something?” you mumbled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

“No, she’s just so brilliant and amazing that she’s attracted dozens of new parishioners since she came,” she explained. “You’ll see. She really has a way of connecting with young people, especially young women. I couldn’t tell you how many girls your age have joined in the past year!”

Crinkling your eyebrows, you stepped out of the car and took a breath of fresh air. Even in the parking lot, you could pick up that familiar smell of wood and old books. “The pastor is a woman?” you asked, remembering only male pastors. Although your denomination was open towards female pastors, the general misogyny of your small-town Southern community had always favored men, of course.

“Uh huh,” your mother said as she stepped out of the car and fixed her hair in the wind, walking over to you and gently grabbing your arm suddenly. “Y/n, I should probably let you know… I did call Reverend Maximoff last night and told her a little about your…situation.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at her incredulously. “What?!” Had your mother really gone and called the local pastor to tell her that her daughter was gay?

“Look, it’s important for a pastor to know their parishioners’ personal lives in order to truly connect with them. I’m not saying I asked her to… pray the gay away or whatever you said, but I just let her know that you were having some…sexually immoral feelings. She’s helped many young women here with the same problem.”

“Excuse me?!” you exclaimed, jerking your arm away from your hand. An old couple walking by glanced over at you, and you blushed and looked away, speaking quieter. “Why the hell would you tell some woman I don’t even know that I’m having sex with women?!”

“She’s not some woman, she’s an ordained minister of God!” your mother exclaimed. “She’s not going to drag you up in front of the church and hang you, for God’s sake! She was just concerned that you’re not living your life under the guidance of God and would be happy to give you a steering hand, that’s all! She didn’t even say anything about the gay part—just the promiscuity!”

Curse words formed on your lips, but you pursed them together, pushing past your mother and towards the church so you could get this thing over with. “Promiscuity my ass,” you muttered as you burst open the church doors, hit with that familiar old smell. It looked different now that it had been renovated, the ceiling and windows much taller and the carpet redone, but it was the same wooden pews you remembered as a child and the same large altar with a grand piano and steps for the choir.

You looked around at all the familiar townspeople sitting in the pews as the choir, dressed in their robes and holding their hymnals, made their way to the chancel in formation. You realized that your mother was right when she said that the church had grown—all of the pews were jammed full of people, except for a little spot near the front where there was enough room for two people to squeeze in. Feeling aggravated and brash, you stormed to the front and shimmied past the row of people to sit down in the empty spot, your mother scrambling down beside you.

“Please don’t be angry in the house of God,” she began.

You ignored her, looking around and seeing that there were groups of young women your age looking excitedly towards the altar, waiting for the pastor to come out. You assumed maybe the pastor had started a women’s group and was just mentoring the young women.

Reaching forward, you took the hymnal book sitting in the slot behind the pew in front of you, opening up its yellowed pages and flipping through. You could still remember some of the songs, but before you could read one, there was a hushing whisper among the congregation.

Glancing upwards, you saw Reverend Maximoff emanating from behind the altar, glancing out among the ground with a smile as she stepped to the front. You were shocked to see her—she was older than you, but not by too much. She had a youthful smile to her face and twinkling green eyes, her blonde hair cut right to the shoulders of the maroon robe and dark green stole she wore.

“Good morning, everyone,” she announced, her voice loud and confident. The church crowd silenced and gave their full attention to her. “Today we will start by worshiping the Lord our God with our choir’s beautiful voices, as well as your own.” Her Southern accent was feminine and airy with a cheerful tune to it, as if she was already singing by simply speaking. “Please turn to page 304 in your hymnals and stand to worship the Lord with us.”

The sound of people standing and pages turning filled your ears, and you found yourself flipping to the page and standing up along with everyone else, realizing that your muscle memory was still there. It felt odd being in that place again, viewing the solemnity and respect of religion in a community sense.

The choir started, and then the rest of the church joined in, singing the hymn in unison. You didn’t sing at first, until your mother’s elbow stabbed your ribcage, so you quietly mumbled the words.

Glancing up, you watched Reverend Maximoff singing at her stand, face turned towards the choir and grinning at them as the words formed on her lips. You had to admit that for a pastor, she was beautiful and charming. Her smile was nearly mesmerizing as her head slowly turned towards the congregation in appreciation for their singing, eyes casting over the pews of people until they flickered near you. Realizing that you were staring, you quickly glanced down at the book before she could make eye contact with you. Feeling suddenly nervous, you mindlessly stared at the book until you figured she would be looking somewhere else, looking back up only to find that she was looking right at you.

All you could hear were the choral praises of God as the Reverend’s eyes bore into yours. The smile on her face faded a little, her focus zoning in on you through the crowd. You remembered what your mother had told her about you, the thought bringing a sickly blush of shame to your cheeks. Why was she staring at you? Was she judging you? Thinking about what a dirty sinner you were? You couldn’t take it, but you couldn’t look away either.

Finally, the song ended, and she broke eye contact.

“Thank you so much. You may please be seated.”

The crowd sat down and put their hymnals away as the choir did the same, and once everyone was finally still and quiet, the Reverend opened her Bible and started flipping through pages to find notes for her sermon.

“Today, people, we will be talking about the one thing we think about almost all of the time—our bodies.” Your teeth ached as you braced yourself for whatever religious bullshit was about to be shoved down your throat. “Our bodies—whether it be our health, our appearance, the work we can do with them, what we eat, what we drink—our bodies remain a constant thought in our mind.”

She stepped out from behind the stand, walking to the front steps of the altar and peering out at the crowd with her luring eyes like a bird.

“God tells us in His Word that our bodies are a temple for the Holy Spirit. You see, we do not own our flesh and blood. Our body is a sacrament to Him in everything we do with it. Our divine purpose on this Earth is to use our bodies the Lord has given us as a vessel for the Spirit, to spread His Holy Word. If our bodies are unholy, or if we use them to transgress against His Word, we are violating His purpose for them.”

As much as you wanted to dissociate and just block out whatever she was saying, a strange curiosity overcame you that kept your eyes trained on her as she stepped down the altar steps to get even closer to the crowd, holding the Bible in her hands.

“There are many ways that we sin with our bodies every day. When your mouth curses, when your hands do not pray to Him, when your feet lead you to unholy places. One of the most extreme ways that we go against the Holy Spirit within us is when we commit the very sin that seems to have a grasp on the youth today—sexual immorality.”

There it was. You bit the inside of your cheek and took a deep breath, trying to control the anger within you.

“I want y’all to turn to one of my favorite passages in the Word,” she said, turning to walk towards the other side of the pew as she waited for people to turn to the verse. “1 Corinthians 6:13.”

You wouldn’t dare to pick up a Bible. You crossed your arms and ignored your mother’s urging glances as the Reverend started to read.

“You say, food for the stomach and the stomach for the food, and God will destroy them both. The body, however, is not meant for sexual immorality but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body,” she called out, her voice echoing off the walls of the large room. You watched her, her back turned from you, as she paced the other side of the room before turning, walking towards your side of the pew with her eyes trained on the book. “By his power God raised the Lord from the dead, and he will raise us also. Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ himself? Shall I then take the members of Christ and unite them with a prostitute? Never!”

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your forehead, wishing you could escape this cultish experience. Still, you watched her, the way her lips formed the words, the way her face looked pointed down to the book, eyelashes dancing across her cheeks as she read the words.

“But whoever is united with the Lord is one with him in spirit.” She turned down the center aisle, and as she got closer to your pew, you started to shift uncomfortably in your seat. Suddenly, her eyes lifted from the pages and pierced you sideways. You felt frozen under her stare as she discreetly eyed you, not even having to look at the page to recite, “Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a person commits are outside the body, but whoever sins sexually, sins against their own body.”

Her voice was lower now, serious and clear. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from hers as she slowly floated past you, her robe wafting around her ankles. You noticed the way her svelte hands held the Bible, a single digit lifting to flick the page. You could’ve sworn you saw a smirk on her lips as she finally looked away from you and kept preaching, walking down the aisle.

Finally, you could breathe. Surprise filled you as you realized that you had started sweating—were you really so demonic that you were sweating in the pews of a church? But why did she look right at you as she read that particular verse? Was she targeting you because of what your mother had said?

You could barely listen to the rest of the sermon as she talked about sexual immorality and fleeing from it by turning your mind and body towards the Lord.

At the potluck, you couldn’t help but find your eyes drifting to wherever Reverend Maximoff was in the room. Potlucks were always held in a building connected to the sanctuary where they had special events and meetings. She drifted around the room chatting with different members of the congregation, her eyes somehow always finding yours right as you were looking at her. You would blush and quickly look away, redirecting your focus on what the old lady was talking to you and your mom about.

You didn’t realize that she was waiting for you to be alone. Finally, you left your mom and the lady to go to the table filled with homemade desserts, browsing around for something chocolate.

A hand on your lower back made you gasp and turn. You were shocked to see Reverend Maximoff standing close beside you, still dressed in her robes. “Y/n,” she greeted you with a pearly smile, her earrings dangling from her ears. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Your mom has talked about you so much since I’ve been here.”

“Oh,” you said with a polite smile. “Has she?”

“Yes,” she smoothly answered, stepping even closer to you. “I’m very glad you came today. I must tell you that the Lord has speaking to my heart about you quite a lot.”

“Oh yea?” you said disinterestedly, more focused on the way her eyes kept darting down your body, trying to pinpoint why she was ogling you.

She tilted her head and closed her smile, looking thoughtful for a brief moment before saying, “You know, I was hoping you would have a session with me here sometime, before you go back to college. I would love to talk more with you and get to know you. You were at this church long before I was, and I would love to give you some heavenly advice on whatever is pressing at your heart.”

Your eyebrows rose. “Nothing’s pressing at my heart but my ribcage.”

She giggled, and it surprised you. “No, there’s always something for pretty young women like you.” You flushed a little at her choice of words. “God has a plan for you, y/n, but I get the feeling you may need some guidance to get you there.”

“You get these feelings a lot?” you droned, picking up a brownie from the table and taking a bite, keeping eye contact with her. You weren’t going to let this pastor try to get her godly claws in you.

Her eyes flickered to your mouth as you took a bite of the brownie, her irises darkening. “Come see me after the Wednesday night sermon. Maybe…” She reached forward and took the half-eaten brownie from your hand, her fingers grazing yours. “I can teach you to use your mouth to praise the Lord.”

She put the half of the brownie into her mouth and chewed it with a smirk. Frozen and confused, you stared at her as she put her thumb in her mouth to suck off the crumbs, winking and floating away from you. Your entire body went hot as her words folded over in your mind, as well as the sight of her eating the brownie you had just had between your teeth.

Normally, you would’ve declined any invitation to have personal sessions with a Reverend, but the brief interaction you had with Reverend Maximoff had you offput and curious. Your mother almost cried in relief when you told her that you would be going to the Wednesday night sermon as well as staying behind to speak with the Reverend.

Wednesday’s sermon went the same as Sunday’s. There were less people there that night, naturally, and although Wednesday night sermons were usually shorter than Sunday’s, it seemed like Reverend Maximoff was antsy to be finished with it. She spoke faster with less focus, ending the sermon after only an hour. Your mother excitedly hurried away with the rest of the congregation, and you anxiously stayed in the pew as the Reverend talked with some lingering people until finally she ushered them all out, closing and locking the church doors behind the last person.

You turned your head and watched her as she sighed, holding onto the doors for a moment before turning around to look at you, clasping her hands at her front.

“Y/n,” she began lowly, turning her face down slightly as her eyes trained on you, her feet slowly leading her up the aisle towards you. “I was so glad when I saw you here tonight.”

“Well,” you began, fiddling with your thumbs. “I didn’t have anything else to do tonight.”

It was only partially true. You could have caught up with your old friends or went out to dinner or even just stayed home and watched TV, but something lured you into that church that night, and you felt it had something to do with the way she predatorily eyed you as she neared you.

She said nothing as she came closer, sucking her cheeks as you could see words forming in her brain. “Keep watch over yourselves and all the flock of which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers. Be shepherds of the church of God, which he bought with his own blood.” A smirk drew itself on her lips. “Acts 20:28.”

You just raised your eyebrows and nodded impressively. “You have the Bible memorized. Good for you.”

Ignoring your sly comment, she spoke, “It means that, as the Reverend of this church, it is my duty to be a shepherd.”

“That is what the verse says.”

Her eyes narrowed at you, her lips parted at distaste of your attitude. “What did I tell you about your mouth?” she snapped, her voice edged and cutting as it echoed loudly off the walls of the church, reminding you how alone you were with her. You stiffened in the pew.

She neared you, resting a hand on the edge of the pew as she stood before you. “As a shepherd, I must keep watch of my flock. I must be aware of them all the time—their lives, feelings, behaviors, their walk with God.” She paused, her tongue settling over her lower lip as she tilted her head. “Tell me, what path do you walk?”

You blinked, lips opening and closing as you tried to understand what she was asking.

“Do you walk the ways of the wicked? The ways of Satan himself?” Without breaking eye contact, she lowered and sat on the pew beside you. “Does your body sin against the Spirit?”

Looking down, you shook your head and laughed. “I know my mom told you. Believe me when I say I have no inclination to your religion, and I never will. I don’t need to be scrutinized or judged.”

“Your mother was only acting as a shepherd by leading you to me, and I thank her for that,” she remarked, her eyes glancing down at your dress where the ends stopped at your mid-thigh, leaving your legs bare. “I fear you are not treating your body as the temple of God it is. You have tainted it with your sexual proclivities, haven’t you, y/n?”

Your face started to burn at her outright words. “Excuse me?”

“Tell me, how do you prefer to use your body? Like a whore? Like a destitute slut?”

Ears burning at the sound of her husky voice, your face burned even hotter. The shock of her words left you speechless and utterly confused as to how a Reverend would speak to someone that way.

“You can tell me, y/n. Only God is watching us.” She reached forward suddenly, placing her hand on your thigh and sliding it upwards. The touch startled you and made you jump to your feet.

She looked up at you with a twisted smirk as you started to tremble with nervousness. “What kind of a Reverend are you?”

“One who will do anything to guide her people to God,” she lilted, standing up and reaching for you again. You backed away, bumping into the wooden back of the pew and circling around it to get away from her. You jumped up the steps of the altar.

“What are you doing?!”

“So Christ himself gave the apostles,” she began in her pastor voice she used during the sermon, circling the pew to saunter towards you again, stalking like a predator, “the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up.” She took a slow step up the altar, grinning devilishly. “Ephesians 4:11-12.” She lowered her chin. “I can help you restore your body’s temple. I can sanctify you, make you whole again in the eyes of the Lord.”

Your heartbeat fluttered at the way she was seductively eyeing you, sauntering up the steps, the sultry and sensual tone in her voice. You let her come near you and place a hand on your waist that made you shiver all over.

Whispering, she said, “As God’s apostle, I offer you a direct line to worship Him and beg for forgiveness.” Her other hand softly cupped your chin, feeling the blushing skin here. Her thumb grazed over your lower lip, her dilated eyes drinking up your mouth like thick wine, and she recited, “May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.”

The verse burned in your ears—it was one you had memorized for Sunday school so many years ago and somehow still subconsciously remembered. You whispered, “Psalms 141:2.”

Her grin widened. “Good girl.” She licked her lips, thumb still grazing your own. “From the fruit of their mouth a person’s stomach is filled; with the harvest of their lips they are satisfied. The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:20-21.”

It became hard to breathe when two of her fingers slipped through your lips and sunk slowly over your tongue.

“What goes into someone’s mouth does not defile them, but what comes out of their mouth, that is what defiles them. Matthew 15:11,” she recited, her own lips parting in a sigh as she slid her fingers further into your mouth.

A soft noise escaped your throat as you let her feel your mouth, your legs becoming weak. Her grip on your waist tightened when you flicked your tongue between her fingers and closed your lips, sucking dutifully on them. She jutted her lower teeth in desire, stepping so close to you that there was no room to breathe. Your skin felt hot all over, and you became suddenly aware of the cross hanging at the front of the altar, as if it were burning into your back.

The Reverend licked the back of her teeth, eyes trained on her fingers disappearing into your mouth as she whispered, “Shall you use your tongue to praise the Lord our God?”

A dirty sucking sound escaped your mouth as you sucked her fingers, and you were so under her trance, her beautiful green eyes, the way she was so enamored with your mouth, that you eagerly nodded around her fingers.

A half smile curled on her open lips as she slid her fingers out of your mouth, placing a hand on your shoulder and harshly pushing you down. Your knees hit the velvet red steps of the altar as Reverend Maximoff, standing on the step below you, placed one leg on the upper step and started to lift up her robe. You kneeled, watching in all of God’s glory, with the church’s mosaic windows behind her, as the Reverend lifted up her maroon robes and bunched them with one hand at her hips, exposing her bare pussy. With one foot on the step below your knees, and the other foot beside your knees, she tilted open her thigh and placed a hand on the back of your head.

You shivered at the feeling of her fingers in your hair as she pushed your head towards her, bucking her hips. You were filled with pulsing desire as you placed your hands gently on her hips and let her draw your mouth towards her, opening your lips and finding her slick folds. Your tongue ran over her slit, and you moaned at her taste, at how she was so wet that her juices already covered your lips.

Reverend Maximoff sighed, leaning her head back as you found her clit and started to lap at it. “Oh, God!” she exclaimed, pushing her hips towards your face as you suckled on her clit.

You could hardly keep up with her as she pushed your head and bucked her hips at the same time, forcing her clit onto your tongue. Your mouth involuntarily closed when one particular thrust of your head was too rough, to which she snapped, “Open your mouth! Proverbs 31:26—She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.” Her sentence ended with a piercing moan as you opened your mouth wider for her and let her fuck it as she pleased.

Whining from the force, you furiously tried to pleasure her—as much as you could with the way she was practically pleasuring herself with your mouth like it was a toy. You melted at the sounds of her moans and gasps that echoed in the church, at the way that you were kneeling on the altar with your head between her legs, at the way her hand was tangled in your hair. Her clit tangibly throbbed on your tongue as her hips thrusted harder, her moans rising in pitch.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she screamed as she came, grinding her clit against your tongue and grabbing your hair so hard that your scalp ached. You struggled to breathe, eyes tearing up from the pressure on your face, listening to her catch her breath and loosen her grip on your hair. Finally, she moved away from you, dropping her robe back down her ankles. You were panting, lips puffy and red and covered in her wetness, eyes glistening as you stared up at her, drunk with lust. She grinned, biting her lip. “You serve the Lord well. Come.”

She offered out her hands, and you took them, letting her help you to her feet and guide you to the front pew. She sat down, keeping hold of your hands, and pulled you down so you straddled her lap. She sighed, her eyes looking everywhere at you except your face.

Her fingers crawled to the straps of your dress, slowly tugging them down your bare shoulders. She recited, “How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights.” Her voice was quiet in the silent room, burning at your ears as you tried to stay focused with the taste of her still on your lips. Her eyes sunk down your chest as she started to pull the dress down your breasts. “I said, I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.”

She tugged the fabric of your dress over your breasts, exposing them as they bounced over the fabric. Taking a sharp breath, she drew one hand to your tit and squeezed the soft flesh there, earning a gasp from you.

“May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine.” Her eyes, which were trained on your exposed chest in front of her, flickered up to your face, catching the gloss of her cum on her lips. She raised her other hand and spread her fingers over your lips, smearing the wetness across your mouth. “May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth.”

You started to throb at her touches, at her words, at her inebriated eyes. Her hand that groped your breast fell down to your thighs, urging the end of your dress upwards as it slid up your skin.

“Song of Songs 7:6-9,” she whispered with finality as she danced her fingers up your inner thigh, and you watched her hand disappear under your skirt. “Is your body a temple of God, y/n?” she asked you as she parted your panties with her fingers.

You nodded desperately, so turned on by what she had done to your mouth, so dumbed down by the verses and the touches and the taste of her. She bit her lip and moaned as her fingers touched your slick cunt, grazing over your clit before two of them sunk into your hole.

Head falling back, you grabbed at the shoulders of her robe and whined as she plunged her fingers inside you, your wetness already making a dirty squelching noise as she pumped inside of you.

“I’m not so sure it is,” she husked as she wrapped an arm around your hip to steady your bucking motions. “You’ve been a dirty girl, y/n. You’ve used your body to sin against His Word. My hand of God can only do so much—you need to beg for his forgiveness.” An evil smirk lined her lips.

You could barely hear what she was saying as she fucked her fingers into you, your hips moving up and down in desperate search for more of her. She thumbed at your clit as she waited for you to answer, leaning forward to press wet kisses on your nipples that bounced with your motions.

“Please, God,” you began shakily, “Forgive me.”

“That’s not good enough,” she tutted, suddenly pushing a third finger inside you. Your mouth fell open at the stretch and the burst of sensations that exploded when she curled her fingers inside you. “Beg Him. Beg Him to forgive you for being a dirty whore.”

“Ah!” you exclaimed when she bit your nipple, jamming her fingers into you harshly. “P-Please, God,” you began breathlessly, squeezing the Reverend’s shoulders as pressure built inside you. “Please forgive me.”

“Forgive you for?” she urged, biting your other nipple and sucking on it.

You tried to remember exactly what she had said as your orgasm threatened to impend upon you. “F-For, for being a dirty whore!” The sound of your own voice saying those words pushed you over the edge, your inner walls clenching around the Reverend’s fingers. Your hips rocked hard against her hand as she watched in pure desire and delight, grinning when you finally came down from your climax.

“Very good, my child,” she soothed as you panted, her fingers still inside you. You trembled on her lap, seeing that your wetness had dripped onto her hand and down her maroon robe. “The Lord our God is a merciful one. He forgives you.” She played with the end of your dress, moving her fingers inside you and seeing just what a mess she had made of you. She looked up at your beat red face and teary eyes, her eyes alight with an idea. “Have you ever been baptized?”

[shirotaangel]

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ Magdalena: Black Dragons

- SCENE I, ACT III

- SYNOPSIS : Koko, with his viper eyes and clever mind, finally finds his bite on you.

- PREVIOUS: Scene II

tw : nudity, menstrual blood, stalking, everyone is a perv.

╰┈➤THE BROTHEL WAS SOMEWHERE in the fortunate side of Kyoto, built somewhere in the Meiji period when Western civilization started seducing Japan with trade. Kokonoi was surprised he didn't hate the walk as much as he thought he would.

He was about to pull up behind Inupi but the Brothel Madame suggested he should take in the wonderful air of Kyoto, fill it with its redness, replace all the toxins Tokyo put in him.

But what surprised Kokonoi more was that he actually tried the suggestion. With his gloved hands at his back, he looked around, occasionally leaning over at the stalls of the street vendors.

The moon was up, but Kyoto didn't need its light anymore. It had its own red glow from shops and lanterns.

He thought about you, the Oiran, wondering if you ever walked the same streets as him on those precious little feet of yours.

He remembered your interesting habits - how your right foot would dangle your open-toed sandal when you're leaning back, how you'd tilt your head in intrigue, the way your brows rise.

Your charming little movements all done to tie your strings around a man's heart. He didn't fall, not exactly, but it did amuse him as it amused you.

All in an hour. Was he stupid to invest so much trust in an hour? But he dealt with many negotiations before, some even sealed in a time as short as thirteen minutes.

Kokonoi stopped, staring at a Fuji apple at one of the crates of the fruit sellers. He laughed. What a bad investor he is, isn't he? He expected all beautiful women are the same breed, sharing the same miseries as the other.

Now he sees it. How you basks in your misery, kissing it in the mouth with tongue. You sleep in bed with your misery, fucks it there, tells it: I want you.

He laughs, nodding. You're an interesting woman.

Kokonoi, more at ease now, strolled lightly to the direction of the brothel, humming a little tune to himself. When he arrived, three smoking prostitutes were gossiping by the entrances.

"Is the Oiran awake?" He asked.

"Maybe," one of them giggled, "you should go up in Mamma's office."

"Your madame's there already?" That fast?

"No," the prostitute shook her head, "but she wants you to be."

Kokonoi walked past them through the door strung with long strings of white shells in the shape of coffee beans. It smelled like dust inside and Avon perfumes.

Koko went to the second floor, asking another prostitute to the office of their madame. She pointed towards to a corridor to a shoji screen painted with scenes of mountainsides.

He didn't knock, finding it useless to use courtesy in a place of indecency.

The office was a bit bigger than the one by the pawnshop, but this one was littered with incense standing in gravel-filled cups with a small Buddha sitting on a red plate filled with fake gold coins. Koko raised his brow.

On the desk was a Sony Triton TV and three jade bracelets, which Koko turned around in inspection. Huh. The Madame isn't that cheap, after all.

Kokonoi glanced at the TV, shocked at what he's seeing.

It was the live footage of the Oiran's white-draped room, the camera view set somewhere from the ceiling. It was high quality, and had audios.

You, Koko saw, was sitting on your bed in the center of the room wearing a silk nightgown. He can only see your back, how your flow of thick, combed hair rolled down to your ass.

Two children, five year old twins, were fanning the hundred candles in the room out, reaching after to slide open the windows.

Moonlight hit your side, illuminating your arm and your thighs. Koko noticed you backed away from it.

"What do you want to wear today, Nee-san?" One of the twins piped up.

Koko was impressed at how keenly the Madame has her greatest asset under guard. He imagines the old bitch sitting here, listening, anticipating for an army of men marching to steal you away.

"It's hot, isn't it?" You asked, "you can leave for now."

Kokonoi narrowed his eyes. It's as if it was the first time he heard your sea-calm voice.

"But we haven't helped you yet, Nee-san," the little girl reasoned, "Mamma will be angry."

"She won't," you stood up slowly, padding to a drawer under the linen-covered tables to give the twins, what Koko could see, money, "go buy yourselves those tanghulu you like."

The girls gasped and kissed your cheek, happily running out the screen doors.

Kokonoi saw you didn't do anything for moments after that, standing on your spot by the drawers, staring solemnly at the door.

Then something began to leak down your legs, staining her silk nightgown in dark streaks. Kokonoi leaned towards the screen but instantly drew back when he realized what it was.

You slid the delicate straps of your nightgown off your perfect shoulders, the rest of it falling elegantly around your well-shaped ankles. Koko, for a quick second, averted his eyes.

He realized though that decency means nothing to him. Certainly, it means nothing to you. So he watched without shame.

Is this why you made the girls go? Didn't want them to see blood? Kokonoi chuckled. An irony.

Your breasts, perky and full, drooped down when you bent to wipe the blood off your thighs with the nightgown.

Kokonoi admired the science - how you're cleaning your blood and still be beautiful, faultless, perfect.

He wanted you more because of that. Black Dragons is a sea of blood and having you stand there ankle-deep might justify all of it.

Kokonoi just watched you. He didn't do anything. He didn't have to do anything. While you in your white room did nothing at all. You just sat naked staring at nothing.

He wonders what's going on in that head of yours. It's an interesting question - what is the most beautiful woman in the world thinking?

You didn't reveal much. Maybe you're thinking about nothing at all.

A few moments later, you stood up and wore a long camisole that reached your thighs and a girdle with a pad on, slowly clipping the girdle's straps to nude stockings.

You moved slow, Koko noticed, as if your perfect limbs were drenched in heavy tar.

From the covers of the bed, you drew something out. What's that, a child? You held it loosely in you arms as you slowly twirled around, swaying your hips.

Then he watched you put it gently on the table among the candles. It was a statue, he realized, of the Virgin Taiju worshipped.

Hm. You're religious?

The twins arrived while the Oiran was brushing your hair, just finished their tanghulus.

"Can I pick your cheongsam, Nee-san?" The twin gushed in excitement, jumping on little toes.

You nodded, "go on."

The girl with her twin ran out the door. Koko's spies informed him you have a whole thirty square-meter room for your cheongsams, all from Shanghai.

He would have to send both his and Inupi's division to pick all of them up, store them in one of the warehouses.

The twins return with a mannequin wearing a sleeveless piece of purple cheongsam, sewn with intricate patterns of yellow orchids and butterflies as far as Koko can see.

You, with contemplating fingers, took it off the mannequin. The fit of it was like water around you, rippling wonderfully at each movement, taking the shape of your body.

"You're so pretty, Nee-san!" A twin adored, "I wish I can have your face. Not everyone has it."

The other twin nodded, "Mother says one of us has chance to be you, Nee-san! Some day when Ichigo and I turn to seventeen!"

Koko saw you were silent.

The twin gasped, "oh, how about you read our palms, Nee-san?"

You sat back on the bed, "would you like that?"

All at once the girls spread out their chubby, dimpled palms in front of you.

"Come, Miki," you beckoned, "you can sit on my lap while waiting."

Kokonoi himself had sat on the desktop, a hand mindlessly scratching his neck. He didn't notice the heat anymore.

"You'll have a long life," you whispered, turning the child's hand in yours, "you'll . . . You'll be a healthy girl. Your features will be pretty. Look."

"Really?" The girl gasped.

"Yes," you agreed softly, "you'll be famous, too."

"So . . . " The girl in your lap trailed off, "so Ichigo will be like you, Nee-san?"

"Will I, will I?" The girl asked impatiently, smiling.

Kokonoi narrowed his sharp black eyes at your hesitation, looking closely at how you stared into the twin's palm. You were like that for moments. Frozen. Unmoving.

"Nee-San?"

The girl's eyes were big and large, innocent.

At that, Koko's own eyes widened, blasted wide. He smiled.

"Buy yourselves some apples," you dropped the palm, "go now."

copyright belongs to @shirotaangel

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hii ik saw me many times but i love your blog so much about hobie and Miguel i have questions have any hc hobie being west African hc of that been there since watched movie i cannot get it out

I AM GOING TO SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AT THIS BECAUSE YES YES I CAN

(also sorry if this is kinda Yoruba centric!! cause that's the area I know the best - for reference I myself am Bajan/Quechua (West Indies - Barbados / Indigenous Peruvian))

West African!Hobie Headcanons:

And because I'll never get a chance to talk about this again I'm gonna start off with the one I love most and the one people know most about (and that is demonized - literally - the most)

Hobie and Vodou (aka VooDoo):

Yeah, I said it. Hobie can work. He got juju. He rootworks. He conjures. Whatever iteration, whatever title - if Hobie followed any religion it would either be Buddhism, which some argue that some sects can double as a moral philosophy,

-If he'd respect any religion. It'd be a Traditional African one and I'm putting money on Vodou.

[And heads up, I am not an initiate of Vodou, but I do actively practice African Traditional Spirituality (HooDoo/Rootworking) and Ancestral Worship. So take from that what you will.]

First of all - how punk would that be??? A West African religion demonized by the western world for centuries from Africa to Haiti to Louisiana - that praised ancestral worship and community first???

YES PLEASE. Some people might not really understand all of this but:

First things first, yes, he speaks Yoruba and if you call it 'Speaking African' he's going to flay you alive.

Like????? Hobie sweet talking in Yoruba??? I'll throw my self on the floor right now!!

Hobie practicing ancestor worship - and thanking all the oppressed people who gave their lives and suffered daily so he can live his life?

He'd have an altar in his house, a small one he keeps out of sight, even to Gwen.

Leaves offerings and bits of his meal on the altar. Cause he was once food insecure, but now that things are a little better, he can do that

Like even if he practiced a form of HooDoo or another sect that derives from Traditional African Spirituality (that doesn't involve initiation)

He'd want to give back to his ancestors, learn how to use natural herbs and work them, learning how to make powders, doing floor washes, sweeping a certain way

And having all of these routines related to his African spirituality that are so subtle but he thinks about always

Prays to his ancestors to give him strength when he's struggling with being Spiderpunk

BUT IMAGINE IF HE WAS INTITATED THO ????

Hobie in all white during ceremony???????

HOBIE BEING A CHILD OF SHANGO??????????

NAH THEY AINT READY FOR IT

But even so -whatever Orisha got that boy head be putting in WORK.

And you know he keeps his beads on forever and always even under the suit!!!!

And the style!!! Hobie AfroPunk?!!!

I don't know if they have this elsewhere, but in NYC there's a music festival called AfroPunk - and it's full of black artists, and black people come out in these amazing outfits - and the goal is to incorporate as much African influence as possible

HOBIE WOULD EAT THIS UP.

The inside of his vest being lined with African textile!!

He takes it off in front of you and you see that little pop of that of classic orange-gold color

You just know he's wit it!!!

And the BEADS

(He should wear beads he's royalty compared to the raggedys at HQ)

[Cough] red and white shango beads [Cough]

Imagine Hobie giving his girlfriend a coral bead bracelet too AWWW

And telling them the significance??!!

He loves a woman in a headwrap. GELE ESPECIALLY but any type

And if you wear waistbeads UMMMMMMMM

As soon as he sees it peeking from under your shirt - IT'S GAME OVER

He's gonna wanna test if they working how they supposed to IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

AND The FOOD!

First of all - Hobie hates that British manners shit.

Was raised eating with his hands and loves it

He hates old white people who wanna stare cause he eats with his hands

He loves goat. Not me projecting he LOVES goat.

He really appreciates rice based dishes because they can fill you up - and you can't just buy them anywhere

Prefers Waakye to Jollof Rice but still loves Jollof

With FUCK UP some Fufu if he can get it

I say he eats standing up so he's just there at his kitchen counter eating Fufu and the most random shit in his fridge???

Like he'll be eating left over KFC with fufu - like what are you doing??? Thats - not a meal bro

He loves Okra (ew nasty ass) and he'll eat it all the time.

Especially fried okra but okra soup is cool too he's fine with that

His fried plantains go INSANE. They go SO HARD. They're to die for

He always picks the sweetest ones and it cooks them till they're all caramelized and shit YUMMMMM

(can you tell I like my plaintains sweet and soft cause I DO)

Extra Headcanons

He was not playing that when Gwen first came over - as soon as she stepped on the houseboat with shoes he was like "Girl-"

The first time Peter B. heard him speaking Yoruba he went "Wow, Hobie, Your Nigerian is great!"

Hobie, who already hates Peter B, looked at him like he was the dumbest mfer on earth like

'Right, and you speak American, right? Fucking bellend. I hate you. 'Nigerian'. It's Yoruba.'

(He's only saying that cause he hates Peter personally and wants him to have a bad day)

Meanwhile Gwen was nice enough to just ask "What language is that?" (The correct way to do it, do not assume language names like Peter)

First time he went over to Peter B.'s place (on Gwen's insistence), Mary-Jane accidentally swept over his feet before setting her purse on the floor

and in the moment he knew he had to leave.

He's a streetkid, but since he's in the neighborhood so much he has like 45 different women he calls auntie - and they make sure he has good food to eat because 'you are so skinny! you need to eat more.'

He does that auntie shit where you're walking with him and you see someone you know and now they're in a long ass conversation

Or when he says 'goodbye' then stands by the door having a conversation and you're standing there in your coat like....'fam are we out or not cause i can sit back down'.

He always goes to meet the elders of whatever house he's in to introduce himself, very respectful of black elders and enjoys helping old the older black folk in his neighborhood.

He enjoys giving them respect and hearing their stories, helping around the house. Plus he gets great food out of it

ANNDD That's all of them I think!! Sorry if any of these were off the mark - a lot of these are from personal things I know about West Africa and things learned through Spirituality. I hope I got everything okay!

Thanks for this by the way I LOVE Hobie and culture you know he'd be SO proud!!

[If you've read this far - maybe take some time out to learn a bit about African religions - they're beautiful practices (open to black people - we're worshipping black ancestors) - but you can still learn about them and understand how modern culture often demonizes these types of religions. If anything, I hope you learned a little from this! Hoodoo, Vodun (VooDoo), and Santeria (Latino witchcraft) are not scary, dark practices!] And because I spoke about spirituality, imma put this here cause DO not be playing yknowwhatimean

🧿

[rom-e-o]

Bess coming to Connie and TeTe on the cusp of a gala, after getting together with Wolf and becoming his official plus one for events. "I need to learn how to socialite."

OH HONEYYYY. CONNIE AND TETE ARE IN.

Connie and TeTe giving each other looks. It’s not that they think Bess couldn’t do it. Hell, she’s more charming than 100% of the other guests, haha, BUT also…she’s perfect as is.

“As long as you don’t think you need to change your entire demeanor and personality,” TeTe says. “Because you do not.”

After reassurance that Bess isn’t looking to make herself into a shell of her former self (unfortunately, many women want just that) they are the best teachers.

“Being a socialite is like playing a game,” Connie says. “The pieces are real, however.”

She’s already a public persona, so they’d just give her pointers on what the traditionalists (AKA Yank-hating guests) are gonna scout for.

Bess can already cook fabulously, so Connie mostly just teaches her hosting. Preparing a menu, wine pairings, table setting, and how to prep for guests. How do you know when someone wants a cigar or a coffee? What are the signs? Also, how to mitigate disaster.

A lady loses her bracelet? Help her find it discreetly without announcing her folly to the party or asking others to help at first.

Someone spills wine or a condiment? Have extra kerchiefs and adornments for them to wear while an item is laundered with baking soda. If it can’t be laundered, pin them with a corsage or other accessory to mask it.

Flirting? “Men will flirt, as you are very beautiful and lovely. Don’t scorn them, unless they’re being completely malicious. Playfully disparage them instead. It keeps bridges in tact while sending the message that you’re a faithful woman.”

Connie hosted for most of her marriage with Orin. She attended parties as well, but wasn’t social at them. She was promoted to impress at home, and shut her mouth outside of it.

TeTe, Connie’s og teacher, teaches Bess the battlefield of banter. As a Moroccan woman in high society, she’s had people TRY her. She gets it.

“Never reveal your cards, when you are a socialite, each move will be studied for weakness. If you need to cry, take solace. Need a nap? Inform any other hosts and slip away. Remain calm ALWAYS. Imagine yourself as rubber, and they will be seething when they can’t touch you.”

And if they insult Bess?

“Stare at them in bewilderment. Make them second-guess themselves. And if all else fails, retort. Sharply and concisely. Then walk away before they can get a word in. The shame should send most reeling.”

[blkchainsaws]

how did we meet? 💙🦋

how genos, garou and saitama met you + a lil drabble

pairings: genos, garou and saitama x fem!black!reader characters: genos, garou warnings: gets a bit steamy with garou (mentions of kissing and messing his back up) author's note: i love one punch man i need to do things to garou

genos

clearly, he is an air fryer

he was in the midst of a battle and had to save you from a monster

he usually never remembers the face of the civilians he saves but he remembers every feature of your face, and when he thinks about those features steam starts to escape his body

your full lips, your almond eyes with mascara and lash extensions, the way your brown skin was smooth and buttery.

your hair was laid, down to your back. a nice shade of blonde similar to his.

a medusa piercing, your ears pierced and a glamorous nose cuff to tie it all together.

"are you alright?" you were too much in shock and frozen in fear to reply, you could only nod before being taken away.

he realizes black girls are his type.

he's silent about his lil crush, but saitama knows

he doesn't go out of his way to look for you but if he's ever in the same area he last sees you he tends to stay around longer than he would

saitama is his wingman, he tagged along to help genos ask you out

he's an S class hero, so nobody gets suspicous of him scanning the area. they just assume he's looking for a monster

he practices his lines for what he would say if he ever came across you, it's kind of cute

he has an entry in his diary about you, it's pretty lengthy.

he soon walks into a local convenience store and finds you at the counter. you immediately recognize him and started thanking him for his service. "thank you so much for the help demon cyborg!" you look around before pulling out a pizza bun, "this is for you." you placed it in his hands with a nice big smile.

your appearance was different from the last time. your piercings were still there but your nose cuff was now replaced with a dangle cuff. a simple makeup look was now on your face, it highlighted your cheekbones and beautiful nose. your glossed lips, long lashes and soft features pulled him in. he was moving without a thought. a hiss of steam escapes his vents. he gives a stiff nod. "It was no trouble." a few more words were exchanged and genos left with your number and name.

"it's y/n. my number is (xxx) xxx-xxxx. call me anytime" you gave him a big smile, revealing your smiley piercing.

"Oy, Genos, how did it go?"

Genos showed his teacher the slip of paper. "I've gotten her contact information."

Saitama gave him a thumbs up. "Nice work."

saitama

the strongest man alive

is trying to help you get your cat back.

you usually gotten your cat yourself, but she was so high up it was impossible to get her

just your luck a bald man with a cape walked by, hands full with groceries. a sign you should let him on with his day but you were so desperate you called out to him

"please help! my cat is stuck"

he turned to you and froze in his tracks.

you weren't exactly dressed in your finest outfit, a simple hoodie with a picture of a cabbage with a pair sweats.

you havent been asleep either, so your eyes were a bit droopy and begging for rest.

your hair was slicked back into a puff ponytail. with a little hairclip in the front.

your face was completely bare, aside from some chapstick you slapped on to keep your lips from drying out.

saitama usually wasn't interested in women, but something about the simple woman standing in front of him begging for her cat back was drawing him in.

he retrieved your cat and gave her back in about 10 minutes or so.

you smiled, showing the gap in your teeth. "thanks"

saitama smiled back, giving you a thumbs up.

a few days pass and he's walking by the same area again. when he spots you. only this time you're wearing black leggings with a plain black hoodie. (and for some reason your socks were over the leggings) your hair was now in two afro puffs, and you were wearing many bracelets and jewelry.

you looked up at the same tree, same branch from last time, your cat was sitting on.

saitama wasted no time walking over and helping you once again.

"i'm in a bit of a rush sir" you clasped your hands together in a pleading motion. "please, please! if you could..."

"no worries." he placed his bag down, looked up at the cat and looked back at you. "could you stand back a bit?"

"oh-sorry!" you took a step back, before a force of wind almost knocked you off your feet. he soared into the air directly towards your cat, swiping the feline in one swoop and landing safely on his feet.

"there ya go", he stared with a simple look. you were in shock. never have you thought you would come across a man with such power. you took your kitty back into your arms a soft purr coming from her. "oh...wow...thanks er..?"

"saitama." he grabbed his bag, nodding towards you. "no problem"

you smiled, showing that cute gap off. "thank you so much saitama!"

you shook his hand. "i'm so sorry this is how we had to meet, i promise i'll make it up to you!" you pulled out your phone practically shoving it towards him. "i'm going to be busy this week, but please, call me if you ever need a favor" you gave him a warm, friendly smile.

saitama stared, was this happening? it's been so long. he entered his contact information and gave your phone back. "alright...uh..." he hadn't gotten your name. you were already halfway down the road before turning back to shout,

"it's y/n!" you waved goodbye and went on your way.

saitama went home, got settled in and almost forgot about the interaction, until...

ping! his phone rang out

"hey it's y/n! ; _ ; sorry i didnt txt earlier i was busy today! did you make it home safe?"

for the first time in a while, saitama smiled.

garou

the best for last

he was in the park with tareo and saw you cleaning up the trash.

your locs were tied back, showing off that beautiful face of yours. it felt like the sun was purposefully shining on you to enhance your beauty.

he caught himself staring before looking away and paying attention to tareo's hero book once again.

not only did he now have tareo as a reason to come to the park, he now had you.

he would get to the park purposefully early, in hopes to catch you there and it was a rare chance you were already there. you were either sitting and reading a book or cleaning trash.

soon enough he started approaching you. which was scary for you

a large, muscular, man dressed in all black was walking towards you with a devious smirk? maybe you should get your taser out

other than his appearance he was quite charming.

you both began sharing interests and soon found you both had VERY different views.

he had a cocky, mocking tone whenever you came up with a rebuttal for his claims.

but the way your full lips moved and glistened with every word made him really consider going to the other side.

your lashes fluttered, the jewelry in your nose shined, your angelic voice with your accent, and your face was breathtaking.

he knew you were worth the risk. he would fight a thousand bastards for a chance to see you smile. he would go back to the old man's dojo and clean that entire place with a toothbrush. his OWN toothbrush. just for a chance to smell your scent of coco butter and sunflowers forever.

your long locs passed your butt, but were in a ponytail, carefully wrapped and none slipping out of place.

"you talk alot." he smirked, looking at your lips and back to your eyes. you scrunched your nose. "not interested." he chuckles and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. his natural smell was strong. an expensive cologne laced your nostrils.

he leans in, "but i am." his smile widened. "keep talkin' with that voice of yours..."

you felt a warm feeling across your face. you suddenly felt small and shy, like a small kindergartener with stage fright during their class performance.

a deep breath, "...as...as i was saying..." now he's leaning in even more. "hm? I can't hear you?~" you had to turn this situation around. in no way was a man like him was going to make you feel so small and shy.

you looked up at him with half lidded eyes, your signature move. which caught him completely off guard. his cocky attitude was quickly shattered and replaced with the same small, shy feeling you had a while ago.

"ah-uh" he stuttered, backing up a bit. you kept your eyes on him, a small smirk coming across your face. "as I was saying. garou." you placed a manicured hand on his VERY muscular arm. "i think you should invest in therapy instead of fighting random heros." a cocky smirk on your face.

you both made eye contact. his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes. you both leaned in...closer...closer..you felt his breath on your lips. you wanted to kiss him...you wanted to see him panting, covered in your lipgloss stains, your nails leaving marks in his back.

he suddenly grins and pulls back, holding up a middle finger. "as if!"

yall think i would have a chance with garou if he was real? if you said no you a hater

[tinka-tank]

(They didn't have the Paldea one 😭)

Part 3 in the DC Pokémon AU, please see previous posts for more lore and I'm still open to more help and suggestions

Check the #dc pokemon au for it

These are just things I shit out and maybe someday I'll properly render everything but my design process for these is make them have a color that their typing has as in pink for fairy and blue for water etc.

Very special thank you to @illusionsignmisdirection for the help with this au and all the wonderful suggestions and ideas

Alec:

Alec is the ice type gym leader, he is the 1st gym leader overall. His gym is a library and he is the main librarian. He's planned to be apart of the villain team (known as Team Idol) as their leader so under the gym is the secret base which has those annoying ass ice puzzles we all are too familiar with.. and the gym is on top of an ice mountain because your first task is going to be haul ass up that mountain #absolutely and yes he is divorced and his wife took their son as she should #yup He's the only one with a party decided with a Delibird and Snorunt and his later party as the final team boss is to be decided.

For his design I went with icy librarian man that's literally my thought process and a tattered coat to show age and tired energy

Gabby and Ellie:

Gabby and Ellie are the grass type gym leaders, the second gym leaders overall. It started off as Gabby, but I imagine she had Ellie join her seeing as Ellie is a good battler herself. I like to think they're married or at the very least promised to each other, as see by the matching rings I gave them. They are so in love really... and I like to think Ellie made their outfits for each other (I couldn't pick which Gabby design I liked better so I put both) because I still think she's a fashion designer and probably her job is working at an office or freelance design, as seen w the pencil skirt and flats I gave her. I wanted her to look cute and professional to show that looks can be deceiving because she's also apart of Team Idol and maybe Gabby might be too, depending on what happens in dcas w her and the villains alliance. Gabby is supposed to give whimsical yes, like the most whimsy grass girl ever who waters her flowers and would shoot you if you litter type of shit. I think sometimes Gabby is solo then Ellie takes over other hours or sometimes they both battle together. Gabbys job is probably the city/town gardener, probably sells herbs and healing items that aren't found in Pokémarts

Hunter:

Hunter is the ghost type gym leader, he is the 3rd gym leader overall. I like to think his gym is some kind of abandoned warehouse or some other abandoned place turned ghost rave ! Ally is the DJ and does all the electrical work while Hunter battles challengers and puts on performances with the fellow ghosts roaming around. I based his design on the fact that he should be allowed to wear whatever he wants and the neon glowsticks and bracelets are based on his team colors !! Also the pale face paint and make up bc he's a performer duh and a crinoline with tattered fabric bc he's fancy like that. Didn't wanna add too many skulls bc that's Jake's brand he was the first one move over Hunter and his job really just is performer like he performs all the time for cash and relies on Ally dj money too 😭

Riya:

Riya is the flying type gym leader, she is the fifth gym leader overall. Yes her flying type is because of her assassination attempt on Aiden no one can change me I'm a woman. And also because her with a Bombirdier fits and also an Altaria and Vespiquen, but it's still to be decided. Her design was inspired by sky trainer bodysuits and her shoes height are to reflect her incredible balance and how she's always above everyone else both physically and mentally. I liked adding armor that looks like she's a warrior because let's be real here she is here to WIN. Also gold. She's regal. Love her sm... I think she puts on air show performances and is a celebrity, movie star all over again... like she's so fabulous how can you look away ? Her gym in my head is probably a runway of sorts or movie studio, probably shoots her battling to add into her movies really and yes she's apart of the villain team, she's second in command because why wouldn't she be

Miriam:

(Queen) Miriam is a retired gym leader, she once was the fairy type gym leader, formerly the eighth and last gym leader. Jake now is in her spot and she sometimes visits the gym. She normally is at home baking and providing for the neighboring Pokémon. I like to think her ace is Alcremie cause of obvious reasons and that Jake gifted her a Fidough to keep her company when he's busy at his job and the gym. She has a more bright and "good" aesthetic than Jake, so her gym was more different than his currently is. I like to think she could be challenged later on if this was a game, like post game ! I like to think she also exposed Team Idol and either was kidnapped or just. Roams free who knows. But she's strong and a wise mentor to Jake who helped him calm down a bit so he doesn't destroy everything with his powers when losing.

Other tidbits:

- This is the Tipiskaw Region and it's like side game regions where no new Pokémon are introduced but old ones are available like from previous generations

- The order is:

1st gym: Alec (ice type)

2nd gym: Gabby and Ellie (grass type)

3rd gym: Hunter (ghost type)

4th gym: Connor (steel type)

5th gym: Riya (flying type)

6th gym: James (electric type)

7th gym: Grett (dragon type)

8th gym: Jake (fairy type)

Elite four: Oliver (normal type)

Elite four: Emily (psychic type)

Elite four: Derek (dark type)

Elite four: Trevor (ground type)

Champion: Kristal

- The name of the Villain team is Team Idol, consisting of Leader Alec, second in command Riya, Grett, Yul, Ellie (maybe Gabby) and Fiore and their goal is for complete domination

- Yul is the first fight due to being brash and a show off, many people believe he's the leader of the team because of this and he is a fire type speicalist (also Yul has big beef w James as they are rival idols and both have Oricorio aces)

- Fiore is a NFE specialist (not fully evolved) specialist with Pokémon that just aren't fully evolved yet, but she is still strong in her own right and she trashed Tom's cop car definitely

- Grett is the dragon type specialist and a gym leader herself who later decides to help you the player (Lake and Drew) to stop the team bc she realizes it's wrong and gives the key pass to the secret base she is STRONG

- Also yes Lake is the female MC and despite not being an all star, Drew is the male MC. Lake is the talkative protagonist Drew is the silent protagonist

- Aiden is the friendly rival with legit one Pokémon, that being Pidove and it eventually evolves into a Tranquill and just stops there. Ellie is the hating ass rival, maybe, I think so yeah

- Tom is a police officer and almost a Looker figure as he is constantly going around the region and yes him and Jake had a thing and it's going poorly like in all stars

- Tom will be kidnapped by Team Idol yes, and other shit occurs which the gym leaders (that aren't in on it) have to help save the day

I like to think this is Jake's reaction to the shit storm Ellie throws at him bc she kidnapped Tom:

I'll make another post later on with all the complete details of all the characters and their rolls, I'm primarily focusing on the dcas cast

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Thirty-Three

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

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“Remember, Y/n, if anything suspicious happens, let me know right away.” Sanzu straightened your tie and smoothed out your light blue shirt that you had decided to wear today. 

“If something really starts to go wrong, I will do it. Please don't worry so much about me.” You caressed his cheek with one hand. "I can handle it. Besides, as I've said several times, I don't think Tsuyoshi has prepared any trap for me." You fastened your watch bracelet and took a sip of the weaker drink you couldn't resist. 

“How can you be so sure?” The man asked quietly as you put on your jacket. 

“I just am.” You buttoned up and walked up to him, cupping his face in both hands and looking into his eyes. “I have a gun just in case.” 

“Is this supposed to calm me down?” 

“Do you trust me, Haruchiya?” You asked quietly, still looking into his dilated pupils, which you would happily let yourself drown in. 

“Y/n…” 

“We agreed that I should let you know if anything needed, and I will if the situation requires it.” You kissed him and gently ran your thumb over one of his scars. “Put me down a few houses away and I'll be fine.” 

Saitama. You remembered visiting the local parks with your sisters, although you were well aware that many of the events from that time seemed to blend into one. You couldn't put everything in chronological order, which really irritated you sometimes. Even old photos didn't help you. 

At first you didn't know why your uncle lived so far away from you, but only later did your mother explain to you that it was your father who left his hometown and moved to Tokyo. You always thought it was the other way around... 

You stood in front of the gate to L/n's family's property and looked at the well-kept front of the single-family house. Everything was just as you remembered. The building is preserved in a traditional style, although there are some traces of modernization here and there. The short trees and bushes were neatly trimmed and shaped, and the path leading to the house was decorated with flowers. Almost the same as yours... 

You rang the bell at the gate and after a while the door to the house opened and a man you knew well stood in the doorway. He beckoned you over and after a short while you were walking down the gravel path towards him. In both hands you held a white stuffed rabbit. 

“I'm glad you decided to come after all.” Tsuyoshi greeted you, his searching gaze sliding over your face. “I see that a lot has happened in your life since our last meeting.” 

"It's better now." You answered not very loudly and the man let you inside. “I brought a small gift...” 

"I see. He will like it.” Came the answer and as you changed your shoes for slippers, you were led to the living room, where you put the rabbit on the chair. “Yuuta is in his room upstairs. First, I wanted to introduce you to Ms. L/n.” 

You followed the man into the bright kitchen and saw a woman at the table who, at first glance, seemed to be not much older than you. You raised one eyebrow at your uncle, realizing the age difference between him and his wife. 

“Love, this is Y/n, my nephew. Y/n, my wife, Kiyoko.” 

"Good morning." You bowed politely. 

She smiled warmly and returned the bow. “I'm glad I finally got to meet you. Can I call you by your name?” 

"Naturally." 

“So, Y/n…” She walked up to you and pursed her lips as she looked at you closely. "Seriously?" 

“Seriously what?” You asked confused and the woman shook her head. 

“You definitely won't see the boy with these bruises.” 

For a split second, your heart sank and you were about to say something less than polite back to her when she grabbed your hand and started leading you somewhere. 

“We have to cover them all up somehow.” She said in a calm tone and as you walked through the doorway of the small room at the back of the house, your eyes widened in surprise. 

There were wardrobes in the room, probably full of clothes, and against one of the walls there was a dressing table filled with a large amount of various cosmetics. She didn't mean... 

“Sit here, Y/n.” Kiyoko sat you down on the stool and looked at your face again, muttering something under her breath every now and then. 

“Are you going to do some makeup for me?” You asked hesitantly, feeling the corner of your mouth twitch nervously. 

“I can handle it perfectly. You'll be surprised." She grabbed a fluffy headband from the dressing table and was about to approach you when you extended both hands towards her. 

"Hair clips." You said quickly and the woman looked surprised. “Hair clips will be enough... Please.” 

She shrugged and replaced the headband with two small hair clips before brushing your hair away from your face and pinning it up gently. 

"Thank you." 

"Okay." She grabbed a bottle and a pack of soft cotton pads and began to gently cleanse the skin of your face. 

You felt your cheeks begin to blush involuntarily and you were grateful that no one from Bonten saw you at that moment. You submitted to the procedure without the slightest protest and began to secretly look at her. 

She had short, shoulder-length, neatly arranged, dark brown hair, with a small gold clip with small green stones attached to it on one side. The ornament matched her small teardrop pendant on a gold chain. 

Her eyes were brown and, on her eyelids, just near the lash line, there was a slightly smudged line made with brown eyeliner. The eyelashes themselves were long and coquettishly curled, their color not much different from the eyeliner used for makeup. 

There was a hint of pink on her cheeks, which matched the woman's complexion perfectly and gave her a more youthful appearance. The petite lips were a natural-looking, light peach color, and you thought the entire makeup looked very neat and natural. 

Kiyoko was pretty and caught your eye, but you didn't feel uncomfortable about it. If your uncle fell for this woman, you were 100% sure it wasn't just about beauty. She had to be a good and intelligent woman, otherwise... 

“You keep looking at me, Y/n.” She laughed softly, gently applying concealer to your bruises. 

“Ah, sorry.” You answered her, suddenly feeling embarrassed, but the woman responded with a quiet giggle. “I didn't think my uncle would ever get married.” 

“Because he had no intention of doing so.” She smiled broadly. “I had to take matters into my own hands.” 

“Don't exaggerate. I still think the age difference is too big...” Tsuyoshi said as he entered the room. “I could easily be your father.” 

“Don't be dramatic.” 

"It's almost a 30-year difference... My parents had reservations about Kenzou marrying a woman 11 years younger than him..." The man began, but stopped and looked away when his wife gave him a short, meaningful look. “I'll check what Yuuta is up to. It got suspiciously quiet upstairs.” 

“Yes, very good idea, honey.” You felt slight embarrassment as you witnessed this little argument, but at the same time you felt excited at the thought of your child playing somewhere in the house. Just a moment and you will be able to see him with your own eyes. 

“Don't worry, Y/n. Men of the L/n family prefer younger partners. Even between my in-laws, there is about an 8-year difference.” She powdered your face and looked at you closely, assessing her handiwork 

“Yes, I remember... But I never thought about it.” 

“You were actually the first to break that pattern.” She laughed quietly, putting the previously used cosmetics back in their places on the dressing table. 

She was right. Emiko was your age, and so was Sanzu... 

“Tell me, Kiyoko…” You watched as the woman wiped her hands with a wet wipe. “Don't you feel like you're wasting your life with an old man like Tsuyoshi?” 

"Nope." She removed the clips from your hair and gently ran her fingers through them. “He's a wonderful man and, honestly, my first partner who can listen to me.” 

“I'm glad you're happy with him.” You said honestly, remembering how fond you felt for your uncle when you were a child. 

"Thank you. Come on, let's sit in the living room.” She headed for the door, and you followed her, glancing in the mirror as you went. 

You stopped when you saw your reflection and blinked a few times, surprised at how good a job the woman had done. Your face looked much better than usual, and despite the fact that you knew exactly where the bruises were, you couldn't see the slightest trace of them. 

“Come, come, Y/n. From here you can hear that your firstborn has been making trouble again.” Kiyoko smiled broadly, standing by the stairs and gesturing for you to come over. “Tsuyoshi never shouts at him, but you know how loud his voice is.” 

“He's only been with you for one day... What does that mean again?” You asked and stopped at the stairs, listening to the single words that fell from the man's mouth. 

“Sometimes they let us bring him here so he could get used to the surroundings. There was always a guardian from the orphanage with him, and once Yuuta felt confident, he started making trouble. He's adorable and we can't be mad at him. Yesterday, less than 10 minutes after arriving, he broke three flowerpots in Tsuyoshi's studio. He doesn't do it maliciously. He is simply bursting with energy.” 

You looked surprised at the amused woman and after a short while you heard the sound of children's feet running across the wooden floor. 

“Come here you little rascal.” The grown man's louder footsteps followed the giggling child, and the corners of your mouth turned upwards involuntarily. 

“I'll make some tea and you make yourself comfortable in the living room.” Kiyoko gave you a mischievous wink and disappeared into the kitchen. 

You stood by the stairs for a while, listening to some sounds, but apart from the child's laughter accompanied by a slightly amused male voice, you didn't hear anything else. 

You returned to the cozy living room and sat down on the comfortable sofa. You looked at the stuffed animal you had brought for the boy and smiled uncertainly. You began to feel the stress of the inevitable meeting with your own child, whom you had only seen in one photo, and you began to wonder if he was really as much like you as everyone said. You'd be lying if you said you didn't get into trouble when you were the same age as him, but... 

You shrugged. If a child, after such experiences, quickly began to act out and behave as if no harm had ever happened to him... Was it normal? 

"Yuuta?" You heard the woman call out and your heart skipped a beat again for a split second. “Come down, honey. You have a guest!” 

“I'm coming, auntie!” A still amused boyish voice replied and you froze at how carefree he sounded. Was that really your baby? 

Kiyoko entered the living room carrying a tray in her hands, on which she had a teapot with a floral pattern, four cups and a plate with various sweets. She set it on the coffee table and after a while Tsuyoshi entered the living room. 

“Blood from Y/n's blood. You don't know whether to strangle him or hug him." He mumbled and the woman stroked his cheek tenderly. “Wall needs repainting.” 

"Sorry." You mumbled, feeling embarrassed, remembering what you used to do at your grandparents' house. Your mother always had her hands full. 

Your uncle gave you a quick look and suddenly a laughing boy jumped into the living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you. His eyes, which were actually the same color as yours, stared at you as if the boy was seeing a human for the first time. His black hair was combed, although there were still a few stray strands sticking out to the sides. 

There were no bruises on his exposed legs and arms, and neither was on his sweet face, which made you happy. He was well-groomed and no longer seemed as small as in the photo. 

"Good morning." He said in an uncertain voice, bowing politely as befits a well-mannered child, and then his eyes fell on the plush toy. 

“Good morning, Yuuta.” You smiled gently and encouraged the boy to take the toy. “This is a small gift for you. I hope you like it..." 

The boy looked at his guardians as if waiting for permission, and as soon as the woman smiled, a wide smile appeared on the child's lips and his arms wrapped tightly around the white rabbit. 

"Thank you!" He said and sat down in the armchair, right next to Tsuyoshi. His eyes stared at you searchingly over the toy. "So..." 

“So…” You repeated after him, feeling more and more awkward, and Kiyoko clapped her hands gently, getting your attention. 

“For whom should I pour tea?” She asked cheerfully and Yuuta raised his hand first. 

He took the half-filled cup in both hands and blew slowly to cool the fragrant brew a little before taking a small sip. His eyes kept stealing glances at you and you reciprocated his interest, being careful not to overwhelm the child with it in any way. 

“Yuuta, do you remember what I told you with your aunt?” Tsuyoshi spoke in a calm tone, wondering which cookie to choose. 

"About what?" The boy asked, very carefully placing the cup on the saucer on the table. 

“About your dad.” 

The boy pouted his lower lip slightly and gave you a quick glance. He nodded and hugged the toy tightly again. 

“Maybe you'd like to…” Kiyoko began, but the boy blushed and shook his head vehemently, hiding his face behind the mascot. 

Your heart fluttered and you felt a certain kind of sadness begin to wash over you, but you smiled slightly, knowing that you had no reason to feel this way. The boy didn't know you and his reaction didn't mean he wanted nothing to do with you. It was completely normal and understandable. 

"How do you feel?" You asked after a moment of silence. “I heard you like to show off. I did exactly the same." You added quickly, seeing something like a flash of fear in the boy's eyes. 

Not sensing the anger in your tone, Yuuta smiled slightly and shrugged. "Sometimes..." 

“Do you like football?” 

“Yes, but I can't play it.” He replied to you, looking at Tsuyoshi. “Uncle said the garden was too small…” He shrugged again. “Mom's garden was bigger, but…” 

His face suddenly showed sadness and the boy buried his face in the stuffed rabbit again. “It's nice here.” 

“If you can ever visit me…” You started as if nothing had happened, popping the entire cookie into your mouth and chewing it slowly. You winked at the boy. “Then we will play football in my garden. It's bigger than your mom's." 

Yuuta's eyes widened and he looked at Tsuyoshi, who became slightly confused and looked at his young wife as if waiting for her opinion. Kiyoko laughed softly and gave the man a meaningful look. 

“You are the head of this family, not me.” 

"Maybe someday." The detective replied after a moment, and the boy bit his lower lip slightly, as if trying to hold back the smile that was already on his lips. 

After less than fifteen minutes, the boy began to squirm in his seat, clearly unsure of what to do with himself as the adults carried on a casual conversation among themselves, and Tsuyoshi nodded to him that he could go back to his room upstairs to continue playing. 

Yuuta jumped from the armchair, gave you a wide smile, which you now noticed was missing one white tooth, and fled the living room without saying a word. 

“He lasted a long time.” The man sighed, sipping the tea that Kiyoko poured for him. 

“It's nice, isn't it?” She joked, helping herself to some cookie. “After what he has been through in his short life, he quickly recovers.” 

“I'm glad his traumas don't dictate his terms.” You looked down for a moment. “I noticed that he doesn't necessarily eat sweets.” 

“Oh, no. Yuuta likes sweets, but he was just embarrassed to eat more around you.” Kiyoko laughed. “Although he doesn't despise fruit, which makes me very happy.” 

“He avoids honey melon like the plague.” Your uncle interrupted and you winced, remembering the fragment of the recording you had managed to see before Kisaki covered your screen. 

“It's because his stepfather and mother used this fruit to….” 

“Don't say anything else, Y/n. We understand." Kiyoko said quietly and you nodded. “Honey melon disappears from the menu.” 

Tsuyoshi sighed and put down his cup, muttering something unfavorable about Emiko under his breath. 

“Yoshi.” His wife grumbled, frowning slightly. 

"That's the truth." 

“I don't have a good opinion of my ex either.” You drank some tea. “The most important thing is that the child is now safe.” 

“These bruises…” Your uncle began after a while. “Any task or just a fight?” 

“You don't want to know and I'm not going to say anything.” 

“If you need help getting out of there…” 

“I don't want to change anything, uncle. I appreciate your concern, but I've been at this too long to just change it.” Your tone sounded a little colder than you were going for and you sighed. "Sorry..." 

"No problem." 

"Can I ask you something?" You looked up at the man, who looked more tired of life than he had a few minutes earlier. 

"Of course." 

“Aren't you afraid that Yuji will come here?” 

“He didn't do it after he run away, and I don't think he will do it now.” Tsuyoshi replied in a very confident tone. 

"Why?" 

“He avoids this house.” The man shrugged and leaned his back against the back of the armchair he was sitting in. “He never liked coming here. He loved his grandparents, but this house reminded him too much of his mother.” 

“What happened to his mother?” You asked, frowning slightly. “Dad never mentioned her…” 

Tsuyoshi bit the inside of his cheek, to which you raised one eyebrow and his eyes began to wander to the wall where several family photos hung in frames. 

“See, Y/n, boy…” He started after a while. “Yuji's mother was not entirely healthy. She was obsessed with my brother and her son. What she was doing was having a bad impact on their only child. At some point, Kenzou decided to divorce her, just for Yuji's sake." 

Kiyoko offered you a refill of tea, which you graciously accepted. 

“At first she didn't want to agree to it and wanted to get the child on her side. Damn, the boy wasn't even 9 years old at the time and he was completely terrified when he saw what his own mother was capable of.” Tsuyoshi shifted in his seat and his gaze hardened. “My brother forced her to sign divorce papers and after striking a deal with his friend, he sent her to a closed psychiatric facility.” 

"What?" You asked in shock, a thousand thoughts running through your head. "But..." 

“It was the best solution. Afterwards, your father moved out of here with Yuji and they lived in Tokyo. After a few months, he met Sachiko and decided to start a family with her.” 

“Mai was already born then.” You said quietly and Tsuyoshi nodded. 

"Yes, that's true. Yuji was terrified to see his father showering affection on a strange woman and he couldn't understand it. You see, Y/n, Yuji loved his mother very much, even after she could hurt him, and he didn't want his father to get involved with any other woman.” 

There was a crashing sound upstairs and Kiyoko laughed quietly, looking up at the ceiling. She stood up from her seat and patted her husband on the shoulder. 

“I'll check what he did.” 

“Dear God, how did my brother deal with you?” Your uncle muttered as the woman left the room. 

“He was hard on me, and besides, he had my mother.” You answered him calmly and shrugged when the man gave you a pointed look. "That's the truth. He kept me short.” 

“I know, I know... I can't do it. I guess I'm too old.” 

“You have a softer heart.” 

"Maybe." He sighed and the laughter of a child and a woman could be heard from upstairs. “Back to the topic... Yuji, despite hating your mother, loved his new little sister, Mai, very much. Only over the years did we realize that this feeling was not healthy and platonic. He was more obsessed with her than his mother was with your father.” 

“Wait a minute.” You shook your head, setting your cup down. You knew what the man meant, but you were starting to feel disgusted at the thought. “You don't mean to tell me that…” 

“Yuji planned to train her, not to use the word brake. That's why he guarded Mai so closely and didn't let you get close to her. He saw you as his competitor.” 

“Competitor? I was a child, and Mai was my sister!” 

“You see, Yuji had a different train of thought.” 

“God…” You moaned softly and ran a hand over your face. “Now I'm starting to understand everything... But... Why did dad let this happen?” 

“He didn't allow it, that's why Yuji only approached Mai when he wasn't around.” 

“Why didn't he tell him to get out of the house?” 

“Because he preferred to keep him by his side. If Yuji moved out, he could kidnap Mai.” Your uncle explained and you felt your blood start to boil in your veins. 

“They could have her back, damn it... He'd rather that bastard abused my mother and...'' You clenched your hands into fists. “Mai committed suicide.” 

"I know. This devastated Yuji and changed him completely.” There was pain in the man's eyes. “Understand, Y/n. He was my brother's firstborn son. He knew he was doing the wrong thing by keeping him around, but he couldn't completely cut himself off from his past. Kenzou was a strong man, but not as strong as he thought. After marrying your mother, almost every decision he made turned out to be bad.” 

You wanted to scream with anger, but suddenly you realized that you yourself were making bad decisions in the name of the love you gave first to Emiko, and then... 

“Yuji is unpredictable.” You said quietly. “What if he comes here after all?” 

“I believe he won't do it. Nevertheless, Kiyoko and I agreed to move. For Yuuta's safety.” 

You nodded and your uncle's calm voice surprised you. “I hadn't notice your car when you were standing at the gate. Now it's been standing outside the house for about an hour. Your partner in crime brought you?” 

"What?" You asked, looking up at him questioningly. 

“Someone is watching the house.” Tsuyoshi pointed to the window and when you discreetly looked out, you did indeed saw your car and Sanzu sitting inside. 

You checked your phone and sent him a text saying everything was fine and he didn't have to wait for you. You saw him reading the message, but he didn't move. 

"Yes, I'm sorry." You sighed, forcing a smile. “He's a little nervous because you're a detective.” 

"I see. Still... It's kind of funny. You are gangsters and he guards you like his property.” 

“Let's just say he's not just my partner in crime, as you so nicely put it.” 

The man looked surprised and opened his mouth to say something, but understanding appeared in his eyes and he closed his eyes in confusion. 

"I see. I dont have questions." He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I take it this is the boy you were jabbering about to your mother?” 

"What?" You felt your face start to turn red and Tsuyoshi nodded, reassuring himself at your reaction. 

"Never mind." He drank his tea again. “We will be moving to Utsunomiya within two weeks.” 

"Far." Your heart sank for a moment. 

"Yes. This is Kiyoko’s hometown.” Tsuyoshi admitted reluctantly. “But Yuuta will be safe there. Maybe when they catch my nephew... We'll come back here. That's how my wife convinced me to move.” 

"I see. So we have to get rid of Yuji.” 

"To catch. I know what you mean by get rid of.” You looked at your uncle and sat in silence for a moment, staring at each other. At one point the man sighed and looked down at his thighs. “Despite all the wrongs, he is still family. But I will understand and forgive you if everything ends with his death.” He added, seeing your outraged face. 

“I'm sorry, but I can't understand your feelings towards your brother's murderer.” 

“And I wish you never have to understand it, because first you would have to experience the same thing as your father and me. Your own tragedy and what your son had to go through is enough for you." 

Your phone started vibrating and when you looked at the screen, Sanzu's number appeared. 

“I guess he's impatient, huh?” Your uncle asked, getting up from his seat. “Come on, say goodbye to Yuuta.” 

You answered the call and before you could say anything, you heard the impatient voice of the pink-haired man. 

“I know how much you wanted to see your son, but how much longer?” 

“I'll just say goodbye. You'll survive." You hung up and went up the stairs to the second floor, where a detective was waiting for you at the door to one of the rooms. 

You looked inside and saw your child sitting politely at a low table and trying to write simple kanji characters on a white sheet of paper with a pencil. His expression was one of great concentration, and the movements of his little hand were careful and slow. 

“Ah, Yuuta…” Kiyoko said, seeing you in the doorway. “I guess it's time to say goodbye to dad.” 

The boy looked at you in surprise, sadness appearing in his eyes. "Why?" 

"I have to get back to work." You explained calmly and the boy jumped to his feet, dropping the pencil from his hand. 

"You can not!" He said with admirable determination. 

“Yuuta…” 

“You just came!” 

You looked down, not knowing what to say to him. You played out all sorts of scenarios in your head about your encounter with the boy, but none, literally none, played out remotely like the one life was writing before your eyes. 

The boy ran up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. The first tears appeared in his large eyes and you felt moisture begin to gather in yours as well. 

“Don't go, Dad!” He said, his lips starting to tremble. 

“Yuuta…” Your uncle spoke, gently placing his hand on the child's small shoulder. 

“I'll see you again.” You said, petting the boy's head affectionately. 

“You promise?” 

“For my life.” You said and hugged him tightly. “I will come back to you, son.” 

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“Couldn't you wait a little longer?” You asked irritably as you and Sanzu drove back to your house. 

"Stop it." The other one grumbled, concentrating on driving the car. “You know his neighbor is a cop?” 

“I was safe there.” 

“But I wasn't.” 

“Then you could have left.” 

“And leave you alone? What if I disappeared and the police came to get you?” 

“Sanzu...” 

"Do not start." 

“You don't start.” You looked at him and, not wanting to argue with him, you lightly hit the back of your head against the backrest in resignation. You sighed. "Sorry. I know you're worried about me, but you need to trust me a little more." 

"I trust you. Not them.” 

“They will be moving to Utsunomiya. At least until someone deals with my stepbrother.” 

There was silence in the car for a long moment until Sanzu finally smiled at you. “So, you have to focus on work even more. You will eliminate him, and you will be able to see your son again.” 

“What if I want to see him before we solve the problem?” 

“Put it out of your mind.” 

“Sanzu…” 

“No. End of discussion." His voice was sharp and you looked at the man in surprise. “Listen, honey. Let's do it all properly, shall we? First Yuji, then your son.” 

"All right. But I will be able to call him, and you will not delete any messages from my uncle.” 

“Deal.” The man agreed after a moment and you let out a relieved breath that you didn't realize you were holding. "How do you feel?" 

“I'm sore, but I don't regret it.” You answered him, knowing what he was asking. 

"That's good." He stopped the car at a traffic light and looked at you carefully. 

"What?" You asked feeling yourself blush. 

"You look fine. Your aunt has a talent for makeup.” He murmured, lifting the corners of his mouth and his hand gently grabbed your thigh. “We need to be more careful about your face, love.” 

You laughed and his hand started to move higher, to your crotch. “Sanzu!” You moved higher in your seat, completely surprised by the man's gesture and he laughed, removing his hand. 

"Relax. I'll wait until we get home.” 

“Haruchiyo…” 

<PREVIOUS/NEXT>

[multiwreckedmess]

Oral Freedom

We will get back to dom! idol in another Ateez post after this (i actually have several as that’s my personal preferred position) but honestly idk that this has any particular dynamics. Sorta maybe??? Either way welcome back to my drabble/imagines/focus series “To All The Dicks I’ve Sucked Before” aka #TATDISB

Pairing: I.N (Jeongin) x reader Genre: Smut, basically PWOP. WC: ~1.1k

As per usual, this does not represent IN/Jeongin, it is a work of fiction. All specific warnings are below the cut. I’ve tried my best to make this as gender neutral as possible but as always i am learning. I’m a cis-woman so i default to this naturally but try my best to leave pronouns at the door.

By clicking the read more you are aware and agree to the above and reading 18+ content.

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TW: Free Use, somnophilia, perv!jeongin who tries to act innocent, mostly build up, implied consent (not detailed is a conversation about boundaries but it’s referenced)

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The red cord wrapped around your wrist was your idea. Small and unassuming, easily written off as a reminder bracelet or small token from a friend. Easily hidden from outsiders not privy to your agreement. 

The agreement was also your suggestion despite Jeongin. He knew he had a higher libido than most and he hated it. It wasn’t fair how even the smallest things would leave his hormones raging and blood rushing to his groin. The way you’d rub your face against the pillow as you woke up, your smell especially if you hadn’t showered yet, once even popping a boner from you stroking the knuckle of his thumb as you held hands. You really didn’t mind it, you just liked being wanted.

Free use.

You’d wear some small signal to him that he could indulge in whatever he pleased (within your rules) during the time when the item was worn. Without asking. That was important. His constant need to jerk off left him anxious to ask for your consent. Of course he’d never ever do anything without talking to you first but what was too frequent or too forceful or too...horny? The questions would swirl around his mind until he’d get so stressed out he’d get hard and have to run off to the bathroom to take care of it anyway. And you’d noticed this. It was difficult to hide the fact that you noticed it. Trying to cover his frequent dashes into other rooms with jokes about how he should go to a proctologist to get looked at or an allergist to get tested. No matter how many times you assured him that you found him sexy, handsome, attractive and that you wanted him to fuck you, it didn’t seem to sway his nerves.

You’d seen it mentioned a few times and it seemed like the answer to your prayers. No more asking, just a quiet reassurance that your body was fair game to his fantasies. It would be a relief to both of you. 

It was a sleepy Sunday afternoon that you’d spent lazing around in your pjs, an oversized shirt and microshorts, hair pulled back away from your face. Jeongin sat on the opposite en of the couch, attempting to play a new video game release. Instead he found himself watching you. Squirm, thighs rubbing and tensing together with a small whine with your face buried into the pillow. “Sounds like fun,” he thought, smiling to himself. It also didn’t escape his dick, twitching slightly in his PJ pants. He tried to refocus on his Switch, maybe it would be a funny story to tell you later. The balls of your feet pressed into his thigh as you turned yourself, distracting him again, rolling onto your belly with one knee propped up near your hip. Shorts falling open he could just see the growing wetness pooling at your crotch.

Jeongin gulped, adam's apple bobbing forcefully. Cock twitching again against his thigh, tent obvious in his pants, he tries to balance the handheld in one hand, propping the opposite side against his knee while his free hand palmed the leaking head of his erection. He swears to himself that he can get through it without jerking off. He really doesn’t want to have to make a dash to the bathroom. If you just settle down really the boner will eventually go away if he can just focus-

Jeongin thinks someone be it god or fate, must be playing a cruel joke on him. Flipping yourself onto your back with a loud moan your hand comes up to your chest, fingers splaying over a hardened nipple just poking through your soft cotton shirt. Transfixed on your fingertips his cock gives him another forceful pulse.

And that’s when he sees the little red strand tied to your wrist, pushed up your forearm in the violence of your tossing and turning but there nonetheless. 

He shudders. Your lips look beautiful in the early afternoon light. When had you even thought to put that little signal on? His game lays discarded on the ground next to the couch as his fingers dip below his elastic waistband to fist his aching member. Throbbing with his heartbeat he can’t believe how hard he is already. Don’t waste this opportunity, this moment that the start aligned, he chides himself.

Carefully he slides off the couch and pads up towards where your torso lays, barely able to control his excited breaths. His entire body tremors pulling his pants down just enough, cock jutting outwards from his pelvis, hovering over your sleeping form. Jeongin bites his lower lip, nearly tormenting himself watching the tip float so close yet so far from your loosened jaw. One hand stroking himself he grazes the thumb of his free hand gently over your lower lip, seeing how wide he can coax you. He slides his digit in easily, your entire body pliant to his touch, mouth wet and warm and waiting to be filled. Squeezing the base of his cock he prays he doesn’t cum right then.

Placing a hand on the back of the couch to stabilize he holds his breath as he places his length just barely grazing your plump lips, a groan catching in his throat.

You moan and wiggle, mouth briefly closing into a small kiss before hinging back open. Jeogin sharply pulls away in shock, heart beating wildly in his chest, ready to bolt as though he’d done something wrong.

Of course he’d done nothing wrong, you were wearing your signal. It was fine for him to do this. It was fine for him to take advantage of your soft sleeping body. You wanted him to take advantage of your vulnerable state. Little did he know the pain of unfulfilled orgasms you were experiencing, unable to escape your erotic dreams.

Composing himself he resumed his position, slowly sliding the underside of his shaft against your lips, teasing himself. Angry red turning nearly purple with engorgement his brain finally shuts off, giving over to his animal needs. Granting himself permission to fully enjoy the gift you wore on your wrist. Lining himself up with your mouth he coaxes the head in just enough to fuck himself against the inside of your cheek. Moaning, watching your cheek bulge out and suck in as he thrusts, he doesn’t care anymore that you stir under him, eyes hazy with sleep. He chases his high with wild abandon.

“Just be a good slut and take it, okay? Take it for me.” 

[rootsofdread]

a fic! this was commissioned by @memoryofheather, my very first commission :-) if anyone else would like to commission me, [i am open!]

pairing: zarina kassir x F!reader word count: 879 warnings: none summary: Zarina had asked you to meet her by the campfire. You weren't sure why.

Sat by the campfire, Zarina hums a tune to herself. It was one of the few she could remember from her childhood, one her mother sang to her on the rainy days she came home from school sobbing her eyes out. Although this moment wasn't quite the same, it calmed her nerves all the same. She fiddles with her bracelet and glances around, unsure what to do with herself. She knew she shouldn't have started waiting for you so early, but she did, and there wasn't any possible way she'd just stand you up now.

A few more minutes went by -- though to her, they felt like hours -- before she heard rustling in the brush. She straightened her back out and looked over, her eyes sparkling and face flushing the moment she saw you walk through the shadows in the trees. You were wearing the same thing you always wore, like her, but she always thought you looked so beautiful. You were such a beautiful and powerful woman.

Zarina scoots over on the dirt as you approach the fire, giving you space to sit down next to her. You brush off a space on the log and sit just above her, and you smile at her.

"So, what's so important?" you ask her, tilting your head into your shoulder.

"Huh?" her query was instinctual, she hadn't processed your question yet.

"You wanted to talk by the fire, just the two of us," you shrug, "I figured it must've been important. Is it?"

"Oh. Um..." Zarina was never one to stutter. She always knew what she wanted to say, and she was never afraid to say it. "Right. Yes, I...I did want to talk to you about something very important." she brushes some stray hairs behind her ear and breaks eye contact.

You raise an eyebrow, and lean down closer to her, resting one hand on her shoulder, then sliding it over the top of her back to rest on the other. "Well, whatever it is, I'm here to listen." you reassure her.

Zarina glances over to you for a few moments. Yes, you were always there for her. Always. You were always by her side, when permitted. She smiles to herself. Her eyes dart back to the distance, over the burning fire.

"We've known each other for a while," Zarina started, though, honestly, it was difficult to gauge how long it had actually been. Time wasn't much of a thing here. It had felt like years, but it could've just as easily been months, or weeks. "And we know each other pretty well. Right?"

You nodded. It was true; the two of you had shared a lot of secrets, and many more vulnerable moments than that. Companionship was important here, and closeness even moreso.

Zarina nods, too. "You're such an amazing woman," she was back to looking at you, now, a certain glistening in her eyes. "You're so beautiful, and so smart, and so strong..." she smiles warmly.

Your cheeks darken, and you giggle. "Did you want to talk privately just to compliment me, Zari?"

She giggles a bit too. "No, I..." she runs a hand through her hair, "I wanted to tell you, I...I felt like you should know...I'm in love with you."

For you, for a few moments, time freezes. It was like taking a picture; Zarina's sweet face, illuminated by the fire, the warm red-orange brightening her hopeful eyes. She was always so gorgeous, but right now, especially so. You couldn't believe what you had heard. You. She was in love with...you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same." Zarina tilts her head down to catch your eyes. "I just...felt like you should know."

"No! I..." you blurt out, then bite the inside of your cheek. "N-no, I...I, uh..." you clear your throat. So, this was really happening. "I...I love you, too."

Zarina seems taken aback for a moment, her eyes wide. Neither of you seem sure what to do next, unmoving, your eyes locked onto each other. Silence came over both of you, nothing audible but the fire crackling; it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, though. Just starstruck.

You finally decide you should break the silence. “I, um…I never knew you felt the same way, Zari.” you say softly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time…” Zarina admits, “I just…well, I didn’t know you felt the same. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I would’ve been so upset if I lost you.”

You feel your heart flutter. Sure, you’d always known your relationship was important, for both of you. But hearing it was that important to her, as important as it was to you, so important it had to be protected, at the cost of telling each other the truth — it was really something else.

You slide off the log, and settle yourself next to her, pulling her close against your side. Zarina freezes at the sudden contact and her cheeks flush deeply. You chuckle a little and crane your neck down slightly to kiss her on the cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush. “I love you, Zari,” you repeat.

Zarina can hardly contain her giggles. “I— I love you too.”

[missyastreiaaa]

Wedding Dress || T. Mitsuya

A young man hums along with the radio, a measuring tape around his neck a bright pin cushion strapped on his wrist like a bracelet. His eyes were focused on the masterpiece before him, gently handling the fabric and carefully placing down pins in the right places.

“ This will look perfect “ He mutters, lips curving up in a small smile.

Mitsuya Takashi, a world-renowned fashion designer who completely swept the entire fashion industry and the world off its feet. Not only was he talented and good-looking, but the confidence and humbleness he portrayed are also what made people love him even more.

However that wasn’t it all, it was also because he was the youngest to ever achieve this height of accomplishments within a short amount of time. A young bachelor. Sought by many ladies and men.

“ Should I put rose patterns or daisies? “ He wonders. She looks good in anything either way. He thought. Grabbing the notebook with different lace patterns and types of fabric inside.

Just the thought of Y/N wearing his handmade wedding dress gives him all sorts of feelings. He feels like he could pull a cartwheel on the spot, although his back has been having problems lately. He feels like giggling and kicking his feet randomly as if he was still in high school.

Seriously, how could one person make him feel intoxicated and yet cured of all sickness at the same time?

“ Mr. Mitsuya, Miss L/n is waiting by the lobby.” His assistant said on the phone.

“ let her in, “

Mitsuya Takashi is a great guy, with talents and looks, and fame. He’s a confident guy with a righteous mind. Though he’s a pacifist, he wouldn’t hesitate to get in trouble if his friends and family get hurt.

He hears the familiar clicks of heels, knowing fully well who they belonged to, he stands up and attempts to fix his messy workstation. Fumbling around like the lovesick fool he was, the door opens and the most dazzling woman enters the room.

“ Takashi? Long time no see! “ She greets, a warm smile on her lips as she gives him a hug. The same old welcoming and lovely energy she gave off the first time she entered his life.

He hugs her back, burying his face into her hair to hide the silly grin on his face. She smells warm and fuzzy. He thought.

Mitsuya was glad that she was finally back from her travels, safe and sound with all her limbs intact and no slight hint of mental insanity. It was weird when you put it that way but that’s just how he was. A worrywart of a person, turning into a mother hen at the slightest sight of injury.

“ I’m glad to see you, how was your trip? “ He asks.

She brightens up at his question, breaking away from the hug that he desperately wanted to chase after. Mitsuya guides her to a chair, one that he specifically ordered as her exclusive seat. A chair that no one, not even his closest friends were allowed to sit on.

“ I watched Mikey’s bike race! I was actually surprised that the competition was being held in Brazil, Good thing Mikey snagged me a nice seat with a great view of the race– “ She rambles on, Mitsuya wasn't really listening, well, he was but the sound of her voice got him lost in his thoughts.

“--kid challenged me to a dance challenge! It was kinda hilarious too since I ain’t backing down from a challenge! ” Y/n had a habit of talking with her hands, imitating the sound of objects or even animals to further explain the story well. 

Cute. he thought.

Mitsuya was a great listener and he also gives great advice. Along with his extremely long patience, gentleness, and thoughtfulness, it was not a surprise that he was popular with girls and boys. 

His thoughts were interrupted when Y/n stares in awe at her side. He knew what she was looking at, he always did. “ Would you like to take a closer look? “ and god was he so glad to ask her that when he received a bashful look of hesitance from her.

“ Can I really? I–I mean it still looks incomplete and I might accidentally spoil the fun! “ She says to which Mitsuya chuckled.

“ N/n, it's yours. You’re free to look at it, and I think it’s better to see it now. Who knows, you might hate the design after all, “

“ Nonsense! “ She exclaims in exasperation, “ How could I possibly hate your designs? They’re extremely beautiful! “ 

A soft smile painted his lips,” Is that so? Well, you can still check it out just in case “ 

Both of them stood, Mitsuya watched her as she softly walked towards the mannequin with an almost complete wedding dress. Her footsteps were light as if she was approaching a fragile art piece.

Her eyes twinkled with admiration. Something that Mistuya adored along with her other antics such as laughing like a maniac when she pranks someone. His lilac eyes stared at her, etching her face to his mind as if he hadn’t seen her in years.

She glides her hand by the hem of the skirt, “ So pretty, “ Y/n mutters.

“ Isn’t it? “ she asks, smiling graciously at the white dress.

“ Yeah, “ Mitsuya agrees, eyes still focused on her. “ Really pretty, “

“ Do you think I’d look as pretty once I wear it? “ 

I made that with you in mind. “ Of course, you will “ You’ve always been pretty.

A short laugh escapes from her, “ Then I’m glad, I’ll wear this proudly. “ She grins, showing off her now perfectly aligned teeth deprived of braces.

How could someone be this lovely? 

“ I hope, Mikey thinks so too, “ An adoring smile on her face. Mitsuya freezes but recovered in no time.

He purses his lips, swallowing down the disgusting bitter taste on his tongue, “ I’m sure he will, “ He replies calmly.

Mitsuya was popular.

Y/n laughs at the thought of her soon-to-be husband, “ He better does, I’ll kick his ass otherwise, “

Mitsuya was loved by many.

“ As you should, “

Mitsuya was a successful young man, sought by many people. And yet he can’t have the one person he’d ever love so much with his entire heart at stake.

Y/n turns to look at Mitsuya, “ You better attend my wedding okay? Can’t have my best friend be left out on one of my happiest days! “ 

His eyes soften, holding back the regret and tears. He bites the inside of his cheek, “ Of course, I’ll be there “

With how he always watched her, he wasn't really surprised when her eyes didn't look at him with the same affection as she did with manjiro. He always knew, yet the bitter taste still hasn't faded.

Her wedding, with me not as her groom, but the friend who designed her wedding dress.

[spyridonya]

The Knight Commander as a Companion - Part 1

Name: Kadira Storadottir

Race: Tiefling - Devilkin

Class: Wizard - Spell Master (can be classed into Rogue to Arcane Trickster). Her focuses will be based on buffs. 

Age: Mid 20s.

Appearance: Tall with wide shoulders and hips, Kadira tends to gain and shed weight easily, a trait notable among Kellids to survive the harsh climate of the Northern regions. A heart shaped face with a firm chin and jaw framed by black curls and large blue eyes, Kadira's angelic features contrast with medium red skin, a thick tail longer than she is tall, black furred goat legs. It is readily apparent that Kadira is a tiefling though she lacks the asymmetry of most Doomspawn or Demonkin have with their features. She dresses modestly in clean, neat, and well made clothes that are usually shades of blue and green pastels. Her outfits are often minimalistic but well made. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a bracelet of beaten silver, one of the last gifts she was given by her grandfather on her 13th birthday. Kadee is aware she's attractive, but is very sensitive about her legs. 

Top Skills: Knowledge: Religion, Arcane, Nature and Trickery

Alignment: Neutral Good

How/when do they join the Commander’s party?

Kadira will introduce herself at Defender's Heart, informing Commander that Irabeth has asked her to assist in escorting the commander around the city. She's a bit curt and formal in this introduction, though the commander will realize she's not entirely trustful of them. 

General Personality:

At first impression, Kadira is a dutiful young woman whose initial shyness might be mistaken for arrogant - an impression that can quickly melt away depending on the KC's actions. Rather, her distance is self protection due to living in a city that sees her as a constant reminder of the Worldwound and from the Inquisitors who are too eager to clamp down on the tiniest bit of heresy. When comfortable with others, Kadira is considerably kind, bright, and a reliable friend and ally. She becomes giddy with excitement in sharing her knowledge, though it's more prone to being helpful than to showing off.

Due to her seemingly well organized and loyalty to the Eagle Watch, many mistake Kadira for being lawful more so than chaotic. If pressed Kadira would say that any method that helps the benefit of all should be used, if following the letter of the law can save more soldiers, she'll stick to it. If flipping a table and demanding a change of guard can save more civilians, she'll do it. 

Kadira, however, can be prone to being far too sharp with some of the more forceful characters within the commander's party, and she has a high sense of morals - goodness is what she's truly loyal to and is quick to leave if she finds the Commander is dangerous - meaning she will leave under Lich, Demon, or Devil paths without the right circumstance. 

In romance, Kadira returns to her cautious nature once more, she compares herself to other LIs harshly, considering herself as too boring in personality and a required taste. However as she opens up, Kadira is playful, affectionate, and open with her affections. There is a spicer element in her romance around Chapter 4. 

What traits/values do they admire?

Compassion, ingenuity, competence, and humor. 

What traits/values do they disapprove of?

Mistaking cruelty for pragmaticism, putting methods before morality, hard love methods, grasshoppers and locusts. 

Are they affiliated with any deities?

Kadira worships Shelyn, though her focus is primary on Shelyn's role as a goddess of love and compassion with art being secondary. Though she doesn't bring it up often with the other companions save conversations with Sosiel, Trevor, and Wenduag. However, the commander can find her sketching the flora and fauna around camp and in the march to Drezen, Drezen, and the Abyss. 

What do they think of their role in the Crusades, and of sharing the Commander’s Mythic powers?

Kadira has a unique perspective due to the mundanity of her life, notably so compared to the other companions coming from Kenabras. As someone with Sarkorian heritage, she's very aware how much of her culture has been lost due to the demons and the crusaders, and that the only way to get it back is to close the Worldwound. She finds the Eagle Watch the least problematic among the crusaders, though she often attempts to speak with Irabeth about why Mendevians are the way they are with minor success. 

Kadira never expected such a role, and if she had to be honest she felt she was fighting the good fight that wouldn't end well for Golarion. She's honored and a little overwhelmed with her powers, due to the fall out with her family, but has to admit she enjoys their uses. 

Upon finding out the powers are from the Abyss, Kadira will react reasonably with non-evil paths, pointing out that ultimately the KC is choosing how to use their powers and isn't bound to fate. She strongly approves of Angel, Azata, and Gold Dragon paths, and tolerates Aeon and Trickster. Kadira will leave the party, regardless of romance, if the commander goes Demon, Lich, Devil, or Swarm. However, with a Another Archdevil Path, she might be able to stay… 

What are their reasons for joining the commander’s party?

Kadira's reasons to join are simple, she was assigned as a guide to the commander by Irabeth, and knows the city well and many of the named NPCs that the party can interact within the city. Her reliability and skills make her a useful member of the companions and she's dedicated to stopping the demon threat. 

Who are their friends among the other party members?

Arueshalae - The relationship begins with outright curiosity and Kadira becomes more animated in talking with Arue as the game goes on. Eventually she'll discuss that change is just as much a part of 'law' as 'chaos', otherwise the universe stagnates - and what Desna is doing for Arue isn't chaotic. It's ultimately 'good'. As a romance rival, Kadira is very much loyal to Arue and encourages her to follow her feelings. 

Ember - Kadira knows Ember, and Ember knows Kadira, and Kadira cannot fault Ember for her rejection of the gods. She worries that Ember does too much and tries to encourage her to stay at the camp or at Drezen. She's deeply concerned when Ember is kidnapped but becomes so very proud of Ember's courage. 

Lann - Kadira and Lann get along well, often exchanging banter and jokes with each other in their reactivity. She does become dismayed when Lann leans more into 'lawful evil' than 'lawful good'. She also trades methods on how to groom horns as the crusade progresses. He can also be 'romanced' by Kadira if the KC encourages it. She gets very conflicted about being a romantic rival with Lann, because her ‘canon’ crush on him. 

Seelah - Kadira has some prejudice against paladins and inquisitors, so she's half unsure that Seelah compassion and friendliness is real. Eventually Kadira will warm up to Seelah and there will be a few camp banters where they're both drunk and cackling about Cayden Cailean hitting on both their goddesses. 

Woljif - Woljif and Kadira become like squabbling siblings at times, Woljif having the remarkable knack of getting Kadira's nerves. However she is fierce in defending Woljif when he runs away and when dealing with his fiendish relatives. 

What about neutral?

Ulrbrig - She’ll be fascinated by the big man, constantly asking him questions about their old homeland. He finds her endearing at first, but when he finds she’s a wizard, he becomes rather cold. Kadira is remarkably hurt by this. 

Trevor - She never becomes friends with Trevor, who doesn't understand why a wizard would worship Shelyn, but she always remains unfailingly kind towards him. 

Sosiel - There is a strange rivalry between the two. Kadira is far more focused on Shelyn's love and compassion than her art, despite her attempts to perform art, and finds Sosiel clings a little too much to the 'rules' when love has no rules. She also attempts to ask if his distrust of the Hellknights is based on what they do, or propaganda by his homeland. However, she does agree if the Hellknights over welcome their stay, she’ll treat them like she will any demon cultists. 

Nenio - The two are remarkable foils as wizards; Nenio is arrogant about her intelligence and collects knowledge blindly. Kadira gently downplays her intelligence and uses knowledge as a benefit for others. Nenio doesn't care about the lack of her past but Kadira cares a little too much about her past.  

Greybor - She's one of the few people Greybor is uncomfortable with, and that's due to the fact Kadira was abandoned by her father. While Kadira is not the one who brings it up, Greybor does once or twice. He slides into the friendship side after her Act 5 quest, being remarkably compassionate. (Over what? Good question!) 

Regill - Kadira will claim that the fundamental wrongness of the Hellknights is their adherence to dogma and refusing to see the Law as transmutable reference for how a society should act in the Material Plane, notably when the Hellknights have their own biases what pragmatism is. Regill tells her she's too naive and needs more discipline. However, they both admire their end goals even if their take of said goals are remarkably different pathways. 

What about rivals?

Camellia - Unlike Kadira as a Knight Commander, Kadira as a companion doesn't know much of her family's former Green Faith. She finds Camellia largely boring and hypocritical, Camellia is no meaner to her than she is to most people. Kadira actually can lose her temper and will go on about how they're both bastards of peasant stock. Camellia will absolutely mock Kadira’s lack of experience as a romance rival for the KC… nevermind that Camellia is on the same boat. 

Wenduag - Kadira and Wenduag do not get along; Wenduag finds her weak in nature and doesn't appericiate her Kadira's role as a support caster. Kadira finds Wenduag's method of bootlicking as disgusting and finds her lack of planning troublesome for Wenduag's people. As rivals, Kadira is oddly meek, and Wenduag does prey on it. 

Daeran - Kadira dislikes Daeran, who is largely amused by her (and attracted), though Kadira never hesitates to let him know his misanthropy is hardly unique - punching up while pissing at the feet of others doesn't make him special. She becomes kinder to him after his Act 2/3 quest, picking up his discomfort but never approaching him about it at the party. (DLC dependent) If Kadira is the only DLC companion that romances Daeran downloaded, he can be a romance for her. As rivals, he hints they really ought to join forces to capture the KC's heart. If Kadira is with other DLC companions who romance Daeran, Kadira will not romance Daeran. As rivals, Daeran is quick to mock the traits that she finds uncomfortable. 

Other NPCs

Kadira has a friends with benefits relationship with Ramien in her recent past. When romanced by the PC by Act 3 and if Ramien survives in Act 1, the cleric will head to Drezen regardless of who is the Prelate of Kenabras to engage in a more romantic affair with Kadira. If Daeran is in the party while talking to Ramien and referring to their past affair, Kadira will react to the conversation. There will be a reaction from Daeran in Act 3 about the relationship. Ramien doesn't die during Act 5 outside the Angel and Trickster path due to a protective ring Kadira gave him. 

Kadira begins a long distance romance with Aranka should she not be romanced by the PC. Aranka will arrive in Drezen in Act 3, regardless of the mythic path the KC is on. There isn't as much reactivity by the party, save Arue or Seelah encouraging the romance in camp banters once the affair begins. Aranka will give Kadira a ring before Kadira must go to the Abyss along with the KC.

Kadira is very fond of Gretlen and her idiosyncratic acting trope, knowing that joy is very important in such dark times. She'll always encourage the commander to speak to Gretlen during her conversations in all acts. At times there will be scenes at the camp and in Drezen where Kadira is attempting to help with the play. 

One Eye Devil, Kadira becomes friends with the merchant due to both being devilkin in a land of Doomspawn. Sadly, this friendship doesn't help with discounts. His possible death in Act 5 is a blow to Kadira. 

DLC Companions

Coming soon

Are they on any councils? If so, what sort of advice do they give?

Kadira would be placed on the military and logistics council. She's prone to focusing on the citizens of the worldwound and then its soldiers. She will often champion better equipment and well trained units at the cost of smaller units.

Where do they hang out in Drezen? In the Abyss?

During the city's siege: Kadira will be helping with the refugees inside and will be absolutely enraptured by the golem, asking him questions and being delighted with any and all comments.

On the March: Usually on the outskirts, found crouched and looking at shrubs, she'll say she's a bit busy and wants to get this sketch done. 

In Drezen: Prior to the Ivory Sanctum, Kadira can be found just about anywhere, if not talking to One Eye, the Golem, Wilcer or drawing scrub bushes or birds. After the Sanctum in a romance state, Kadira can be found talking to Ramien and the Hand.If the KC encourages her to romance others, she can be found next to Ramien/Aranka/Lann/Daeran depending if she's in romance. If she's not romancing anyone, she can be found near the Hand. 

At the Nexus: Kadira is everywhere outside, she'll complain about the energy but she's still drawing. There will be three or four cycle animations of her in various areas, exclaiming about how she's shocked how harmless these plants can be. 

What are their idle animations?

straightening her skirts

holding a spell book with her tail, paging through the contents with her fingers

checking her tail behind her

checking her hooves, raising her skirts  

playing with a pen while her tail sways behind her

stretching her goat legs and looking so cute!

If they’re taken to Areelu’s lab, what is their dream?

Kadira dreams of a shadowy figure rushing towards her, enfolding her into a hug. She sounds like she's sobbing as she clings desperately and whispers 'Gramps'. When awake, she will be in pain and answer the question of what she was dreaming with this, "That my family accepted me." 

Do they advise the commander to abandon or keep their mythic powers?

Angel: Kadira approves of these powers, saying that how one uses power is more important than the origin of power. She'll remind the KC how all the good and justice they've done and that they've shaped the power. She understands Iomedae's worry, but she's followed the commander from the start. 

Azata: Kadira approves of these powers, saying that how one uses power is more important than the origin of power. She'll remind the KC how all the good and justice they've done and that they've shaped the power. She understands Iomedae's worry, but she's followed the commander from the start. 

Trickster: Kadira will be doubtful of the power, saying how one uses power is more important than the origin of the power. That being said, she'll note that it's not so much the chaos that Trickster causes but rather how it's slowly eating away at the KC's psyche and do they truly want to risk that? 

Aeon: Kadira will be doubtful of the power, saying how one uses power is more important than the origin of the power. That being said, she'll note that it's not so much the chaos that Trickster causes but rather how it's slowly eating away at the KC's psyche and do they truly want to risk that? She will try to remind the commander that rules are impossible to keep not because they're wrong, but rather they're guidelines.

Lich: Kadira will leave if the KC stays on the Lich Path. 

Demon: Kadira will leave if the KC stays on the Demon Path. 

Gold Dragon: Kadira is in awe, and approves of this new path greatly. 

Swarm: Kadira leaves. 

Legend: Kadira approves of this, telling the KC that sometimes the greatest power comes from within. 

Vanilla Devil Path: Kadira will leave if the KC steps on the Devil Path. 

The Other Archdevil's Devil Path: The KC will have a chance to be offered power by a different Archdevil on the Angel or Lich path. Which Archdevil is this? What will Kadira do? Well, that’s for the next update…

Provide some dialogue/bark examples!

When selected:

"What can I do?"

"You rang? (amused)"

"Oh! Yes! Wait, let me cross the t..." 

"No time like the present."

"Need my expertise? (Hopeful)" 

Assigned a task:

"Of course!"

"Let me handle it."

"I know what to do!"

"I read this in a book, once." 

Success:

"Perfect!"

"I'm glad you trusted me." 

Failure:

"I guess I didn't get to that part of the book."

"Well, mistakes do help us to become better..."

"Shoot." 

Magic Item Failure:

“But I read the instruction manual, twice!” 

Spotted something:

"Oh! How interesting!"

"Wait! Stop! Don't step on it!"

"Hmm?" 

Into battle:

"You are intolerable." 

"Oh, demons and cults. How surprising." 

"Get out of my homeland!" 

Critical hit:

"Gotcha."

Health low:

“I... knew I should have studied medicine.”

Falls unconscious:

“I will ... know better... next time.." 

Refusing to equip something:

“I feel this is a bit bulky for me."

"Oh! This is something only Shelyn could love..."

“Don’t you know how heavy this is?”

"I-I don't know how to use this." 

If romanced after sex:

"Wait... it's cold out there. I want you to be warm."

"The idea of lingering and waiting for you is... a perfect use of time."

"I'll be thinking about you all day." 

"I... take care of yourself, if I can't?" 

“I promise I’ll use my tail. Again.” 

(coming later!) Quests/Romance

(coming later) Endings/Banter

[the-cult-of-russo]

Do Me Damage (Part 3)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of drugs. 

A/N: So there's only one more chapter of this written up. I will get around to finishing it at some point 'cause you guys seem to really be enjoying it. But I'm currently writing two other Billy x Reader Multi chapter fics and it's hard enough juggling those lmao. But when I'm done, I'll finish this one off.

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It was the day of Karen's birthday party and things were already going wrong. It had taken you hours to find something you felt comfortable wearing after the dress you'd been planning on wearing decided to rip. You'd settled on a nice simple black dress with little white flowers on it. It flared out at the waist and reached mid-thigh. You paired it with some wedges and your leather jacket. Your hair was done nicely and your make-up was neutral but made your eyes pop. You knew from the location of the party it was some kind of bar, although you weren't sure which kind. You didn't want to be overdressed or underdressed. You settled on simple but pretty. Leanna had texted you an hour before you were due to leave saying she couldn't make it, Nathan was sick. You couldn't even be mad at her. She was a doting mother and you hoped your little sweet godson would get better soon. But this left you standing outside the bar alone feeling anxious when the time came. You'd been relying on Leanna since other than Karen, she was the only person you knew. You wouldn't just bail on Karen though, especially when Leanna couldn't come. 

Now standing outside of the bar you were relieved to see it was more of a casual place than some swanky bar uptown. But you couldn't help the nerves at not knowing anyone there other than Karen or even knowing how many people would be there. Social situations always made you a little uneasy. You blew out a large breath as you pushed the door open and made your way inside. The place was full but you knew some people weren't here for Karen. You spotted the woman at the other side of the bar with a small group of people. You were about to head to the bar to get a drink in you first but Karen saw you.

"Y/N!" She grinned as she made her way over.

"Drunk already?" You snorted as you saw the state of her flushed cheeks and wobbly stance.

"No! A little… a lot," she giggled, making you smile.

"Happy birthday," you beamed as you gave her a hug. You really liked Karen. And after her putting a word in with Ellis, you'd be starting work with her on Monday. When she pulled away from the hug, you handed her the small box you'd had in your leather jacket pocket. You watched as she eagerly opened it and her eyes lit up.

"Y/N… you shouldn't have," she murmured softly as she took out the dainty silver bracelet. You'd seen her admiring it the week before when you, Leanna and Karen all went window shopping. 

"Well I did and you deserve it," you grinned cheekily. She gave you a bright smile and another hug before she put the bracelet on. 

"Come on! Meet the guys!" She said as she grabbed your hand and yanked it, tugging you towards the table full of people.

"This is Frank, Curtis, Micro and Sarah," Karen smiled widely as she pointed to everyone. You knew Frank was her boyfriend although you'd never met him. Everyone gave you polite smiles and nods.

"And… where is he?" Karen muttered to herself as her head whipped around.

"Oh! There he is! This is Billy," she grinned as the man in question came over with a few drinks in his hand. You felt like all the air got sucked from your lungs seeing him. Of course, he'd be friends with Karen. The universe really couldn't give you a break. 

"Well… fancy that," Billy murmured with a wry smirk as he stared at you. He looked amused and you looked the opposite. 

"Wait, you two know each other?" Karen asked confused as she looked from you to Billy. 

"You know what? This… this wasn't a good idea. I should go," you muttered quickly, making a move to bolt. Karen still had hold of your hand though and she kept her grip steady for a drunk person.

"No! What are you…? Wait a minute," her head snapped back from you to Billy again and you could practically see her alcohol-soaked brain putting the puzzle pieces together.

"You asshole!" She yelled as she pointed her free hand at Billy. Everyone else seemed to find it comical but you were rooted in place feeling tense. Billy also looked a little taken aback and guilty. 

"Karen-" he started placatingly, only to be cut off by a suddenly angry Karen.

"No! What right do you have walking back into her life and trying to dictate what she does? Shame on you!" She drunkenly rambled. You felt far too awkward. All the eyes on you curiously, where was Leanna when you needed her?

"Seriously, Karen. I'm just gonna head home," you said softly as you pried your hand from her grip. She gave you a sad look with a nod.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea," she replied quietly. 

"I know, it's fine. I just think it'll be too awkward and I don't wanna ruin your birthday. I'll see you Monday, okay?" You gave her a reassuring smile and she nodded before hugging you. You really couldn't wait to just get out of there. Karen's friends' first impression of you probably wasn't so great.

You made a swift exit, not even sparing Billy a glance. You hated how he seemed to seep into every aspect of your life now. It was like life was trying to torment you. You'd walked to the bar since it wasn't too far from your apartment and you'd been planning on drinking. But it was darker now than when you got there despite the little time spent inside. You took your shoes off so your feet wouldn't be dead by the time you got home as you set off walking. You barely made it a few feet when you heard heavy footsteps behind you. You half expected Billy but instead, when you turned around, you saw Frank.

"Should I be worried you're following me?" You asked playfully, turning to look forward but not stopping as you walked. He easily kept pace with you, now at your side.

"Nah. It's late, you shouldn't walk home alone. Karen would kill me if anythin' happened to you. Bill too," he murmured gruffly. Your eyes rolled instinctively at his name but you nodded as the pair of you walked down the street. The silence was a strange mix between comfortable and uncomfortable. He seemed like a man of few words and you didn't mind that. Yet the earlier meeting had made things awkward and weird.

"Bill's my best friend," Frank broke the silence after a while. His words didn't make you feel any better though and you stayed silent, not really knowing what to say or why he bothered to tell you that. 

"You're Bunny, right?" He asked quietly. Your whole body felt like it went rigid at the nickname and your head whipped to the side to look at him.

"I used to be," you answered tensely. 

"He really cares about you. I know you might not think so right now, but he does. I was in the Marines with him, it's how we met. He took that goddamn bunny with him on every deployment. Didn't even hide the fuckin' thing, even when the guys took the piss out of him for it," he chuckled. You felt a lump form in your throat and you tried not to let his words affect you. It confused you though. If Billy chose to leave you behind, why would he still keep your stuffed animal? If he didn't want you around anymore then what was the point? With more of your silence, Frank decided to continue.

"I know what he did was stupid and shitty, I told him as much. And it ain't my story to give you the why either, but maybe you should ask him. Might not make you feel better and it don't change what happened but it might help you understand," he suggested gently. For the longest time, you wondered just why Billy did what he did to you. The question burned right into your soul. But after a while, you didn't care because it didn't change the fact that it was done with now. He'd done it and hurt you and nothing could erase that. Billy himself had even wanted you to ask and you'd said no, but after what Frank said you couldn't help but wonder. You'd always presumed it was because he saw you as a burden, that you didn't fit into the new life he'd had planned for himself. But now you were just confused and that burning curiosity was back. 

"You know what he did?" You asked softly, glancing at him.

"Yeah. I know why he did it too but like I said, it's not my place. It's just not as black and white as you might think," he murmured. You nodded thoughtfully as you both reached your apartment and when you stopped, so did he.

"Thanks for walking me," you said, feeling still somewhat awkward.

"It's no problem. And just think about what I said, Bill thinks you hate him and it's eatin' him up,'' Frank admitted. You weren't sure if you hated Billy or not. He'd hurt you deeply and then fucked shit up, but you didn't think you'd ever be capable of hating him. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think about it," you relented. He gave you a small smile and a nod as he took a step back.

"It's all I'm askin' for. Stay safe, Y/N," he muttered before he turned and started walking back the way you both came. You heaved a sigh before walking into your building and making your way to your apartment. You really didn't feel like seeing Billy again but you couldn't help but be more confused now than before. You'd hold off on asking him until the curiosity killed you, but you knew after your talk with Frank you'd end up seeking him out and you hated it. Life was much simpler before Billy walked back into your life.

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A few days passed by and everything was going well. You'd started working at The Bulletin shadowing Karen. Organised crime was pretty intense but you'd been enjoying your work since you'd always had a fascination when it came to those kinds of things. You also had knowledge given your previous job that had been a help already to both Karen and Ellis. Ellis told you he considered you a valuable member of the team because of your background. You thankfully hadn't seen Billy in the days that had gone by but it didn't mean he wasn't plaguing your thoughts. You knew you'd been more distracted than you'd like at your new job and you knew the only way to get it off your mind was to ask Billy. To just get it over with. You knew it wouldn't change things since the damage had been done but at least it would give you some closure. 

By the fourth day, you were going insane with curiosity and that's how you ended up outside of Billy's door. You asked Karen for his address and she'd been kind enough to give it to you without asking questions. Despite the vague story, you'd told her about what Billy had done, you knew she knew more than that since she was Frank's girlfriend and Frank was apparently Billy's best friend. And Frank had known a lot more than you'd anticipated. You were just thankful Karen wasn't trying to pry about the whole thing. While you were friends with Karen, she was friends with Billy first and her ties to him were much stronger than to you because of Frank. You didn't want her feeling put in the middle of the mess. You'd gone over what Billy might say a million and one times, but the anxiety over him confirming your own thoughts about him just not wanting you in his life was gnawing at you. Now standing in front of his door, you felt overwhelmed. It was one thing thinking he'd never come back simply because he was done with you, but if he told you himself then it would hurt even more. You weren't quite sure you could deal with it. After raising your hand to knock what felt like twelve times, you chickened out. You really weren't sure you were ready for what Billy might tell you. 

"Fuck," you muttered quietly, rolling your eyes at your behaviour as you walked back over to the elevator. Just as you pressed the button, you heard a door open behind you.

"Y/N?" Your head snapped back, looking right at Billy who was standing in his doorway looking confused. He'd always been perceptive, noticing the smallest of things. You shouldn't have been surprised that his time in the Marines had honed that skill.

You heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open. Your eyes glanced at it as you considered just hopping into it and leaving. You felt divided. Part of you wanting nothing more than to run and hide, to not find out why Billy discarded you like a piece of used tissue paper. The other part of you desperately wanted to know so you could finally close that chapter of your life and fully move on. You'd thought you'd moved on before you saw him that day outside of the bar but if you were honest with yourself, you knew deep down you hadn't and it was because you really didn't understand why he'd hurt you the way he did. The elevator door slid closed again as you just stood there silently and Billy made no move towards you or to say anything. He just watched you patiently. You inhaled a deep breath to steady yourself before you fully turned around. 

"Can we talk?" You asked softly. He nodded without hesitation as he opened his door fully and stepped aside. You walked over and slipped inside, hearing him shut the door behind you as you glanced around curiously. His penthouse was large and mostly open-plan. It was decorated with greys and blues, modern decor and very minimalist. You felt bitterness curl low in your stomach. It wasn't that he'd done well for himself, he'd always told you he'd have a place like this one day and you were happy he'd achieved that. It was the fact you weren't part of his life anymore that made you feel bitter and cold on the inside. 

"You uh… want a drink?" He asked hesitantly. You looked over at him, seeing him standing there looking awkward and not like the confident man you knew he'd grown into.

"No thanks. I don't think I'll be here long enough," you admitted. His face fell a little as he nodded and you tried to ignore the way it sent a pang through your chest. You had to remind yourself this wasn't your Billy anymore. A snide voice in the back of your head asked if he'd ever been. If he'd ever really cared or only stuck with you out of necessity. He moved over to the armchair and sat down, gesturing for you to sit on the sofa. You obliged as your eyes darted around, unable to look at him. The silence in the air was thick and tense as you tried to find the courage to ask him the dreaded question. Billy just watched you silently.

"Why… why did you leave me?" You asked, having to clear your throat when your voice cracked treacherously. You hated how vulnerable you sounded. 

The silence stretched on and your eyes finally landed on him. He wasn't looking at you now as his leg bounced up and down, his fingers toying with the other hand. 

"It's complicated," he started, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

"Either tell me or don't, Billy," you warned. He looked at you looking like a guilty young boy but your stern face didn't change. You didn't come here for him to mess you around. 

"You remember why I wanted to join the Marines?" He asked. You glanced at your hands as you remembered the day he told you he was signing up and how you'd tried to beg him not to go.

"You wanted a purpose. Wanted to be a part of something bigger. You told me it would be the start of your new life," you answered monotonously. You weren't really sure how this answered the question you'd asked him.

"I uh… I don't think I really knew what I was gettin' into. When I was over there the first time…" he trailed off as he stared at the coffee table, his leg still jiggling around.

"I saw shit, I did shit. Stuff that I can't just… wash away. My hands got stained with so much blood," he muttered seriously as his dark eyes locked on yours with a steely determination in them. You swallowed thickly and waited for him to continue. 

"I was gonna come back to you. When I got home, the first thing I did was go to our apartment," he admitted.

"You got my letters then," you replied snidely, remembering all the letters you'd sent him when he was away and how you never got one back. You'd given him the address of the place you'd got for the pair of you in one.

"They got me through that first deployment. And when I came back all I wanted was to come home to you, for you to make me feel better. But I couldn't. I couldn't even knock on the damn door. All I could think about was the shit I'd done over there and how if you knew you'd never look at me the same. It's another world over there, Y/N. Comin' back… it's hard to adjust. And I just couldn't face you. I couldn't deal with you treatin' me different, so I went and stayed at a hotel for a few days. Thought it was just me needin' to get used to bein' back or some shit. But then days turned to weeks and months and suddenly it was time for me to leave again," pain laced his words as you tried to absorb them, realising it was way more than just him being done with you when he left. You weren't really sure what to say but he continued anyway. 

"My second time home and I was worse than before. Colder, harder. I still couldn't fuckin' knock on your door though. You deserved better than that, than me. All I could think about was how disappointed in me you'd be and I couldn't deal with it. With each deployment I got worse, I became used to the shit I had to do or see. I wasn't the same guy you used to know so I figured it was just best I let you live your life without me. I didn't wanna burden you with that," he explained sadly as he shook his head.

"Bullshit," you spat as you felt anger rising inside of you. He looked shocked as he frowned at you.

"Bullshit?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah, bullshit. You know me, Billy. You should have known that no matter what, I'd have welcomed you back with open arms. We were family, that's what family does. I can't sit here and say I know what you went through, but war is hard. I knew that and I wanted to be there for you when you came home, except you didn't," you lamented. He lowered his head as he rolled his shoulder.

There was a tense moment of silence before he stood up and walked off into what you presumed was the bedroom. You sat there confused and considered leaving when he came back out. You felt a large lump lodge deep in your throat when you saw the stuffed bunny in his hands. He made his way over to you, sitting on the coffee table in front of you instead of his chair. Your eyes were glued to the beat up stuffed animal but you felt your heart pick up at the close proximity. He smelt different to what you were used to yet the same at the same time. The scent used to be the most comforting thing to you but now all it did was hurt.

"I know I fucked up, I had issues and handled it badly. And I wish I could go back and just knock on your goddamn door," he started, making you glance to his face. His dark eyes were wide and imploring, glassy with unshed tears.

"Just 'cause I left doesn't mean I didn't think about you. I did. Every fuckin' day. I took this with me on all my tours and you'd always be on my mind. I'd wonder if… if you were okay, what you were doin'. But I couldn't ever get the balls to come and see you and find out 'cause I was scared and I hate myself for it," he murmured sadly. One of his hands came up to your face, cradling your cheek as the other hand clutched the well-worn bunny. The lump in your throat got bigger and you felt a tear roll down your cheek, only to be swept away by his thumb. His face looked pained by your tears.

"You left me, Billy. Just like everyone else," you whispered tearfully, your voice raw. You felt so open and vulnerable and that didn't use to be a bad thing in front of him but now you hated it. He shook his head vehemently as his nostrils flared. He scooted a little closer to you on the coffee table as his large hand gripped your jaw a little tighter. 

"Don't say that. I know I… I know I left but it wasn't like the others. I didn't wanna leave, I didn't wanna leave you, I swear. I thought I was doin' you a favor. I thought I was helpin' you," his voice was pleading and desperate and you knew him well enough to see how hard he was fighting off his tears. You tried to take comfort in his words. You knew he wasn't lying. But despite his reasoning, it still hurt that he thought you'd react that way to him coming home. You felt for him. You couldn't imagine what shit he'd been through to affect him this way. But it didn't erase the hurt, it didn't erase the years you spent thinking he'd died over there.

"Why didn't you say something? Or write a letter? Anything? You could have just told me but instead, you just vanished and made me think the worst. Do you know how hard that was?" You asked with a frown. His hand dropped from your face and joined the other in the death grip he had on the bunny.

"I wanted to. I just thought it would be better that way, a clean break. I couldn't face you and I knew if I tried to explain it you wouldn't listen. My fear won out and it's not somethin' I'm proud of. I've looked death in the eye so many times but nothin' scared me more than havin' you judge me like that. To see you disappointed in me," he admitted quietly. You felt like lecturing him again about how he clearly didn't know you as well as you thought he did if he thought that but you stopped yourself. Going around in circles wouldn't help anything. His state of mind clearly hadn't been right at the time, he hadn't been thinking rationally.

"Would you have ever looked me up? If you didn't run into me that day?" You asked, your eyes boring into him. He swallowed thickly as his fingers toyed with the bunny.

"One day, probably. It just got too hard. I was always scared that you weren't doin' good and it'd be my fault. Or that you'd be real happy without me which would hurt just as much. The clean break wasn't just to help you, it's the only way I coulda done it. So I just… kept away completely. I always wanted to find you, I was just too much of a coward to admit it," he murmured sincerely. The silence was back for a moment as you tried to digest everything he'd told you and he just stared at the bunny despondently. 

"Do you regret it?" You asked after a moment. He rolled his shoulder and looked off to the side. He scrunched his nose up a little and you knew the tears were about to come before they happened. You were right as you saw a couple of tears roll down his cheeks. He lowered his head before his piercing dark gaze landed back on you.

"Every damn day," he said firmly, making your chest ache.

"All of this-" he gestured vaguely to the apartment and its contents, "- is worthless 'cause you're not here to share it with me. None of it feels good, none of it satisfies me. I always wanted this life but it means nothin' without you by my side," he continued. You didn't get any joy from his words.

"I know I was an asshole and I know I hurt you. I can't ever take that back, even though I want to. But do you think… do you think you'd ever be able to forgive me?" He asked softly. His face looked ready for the worst as he gazed at you. 

"Maybe... I'd like to. I still think you didn't need to do what you did but I get it more now. I honestly just thought you didn't want me around anymore. I thought you were done with me," you admitted, not looking at him. You were caught off guard when he moved forward even more and his arms suddenly wrapped around you. Your body tensed for a moment as you felt him press his face into your hair. Despite everything, it felt familiar and safe and you'd missed it. You found your arms wrapping around his middle as you buried your face in his neck. 

"I'd never be done with you," he stated seriously, voice muffled a little by your hair. 

You felt tears prick your eyes again as you clutched hold of him. For a moment you wanted to pretend none of the past ten years had happened and that it was just you and Billy like it always had been. The reality was far too painful for you. You both held each other for a long while in silence although this time it wasn't awkward. When he pulled away you quickly wiped your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. 

"Hurtin' you was the worst thing I've ever done. I never wanted to hurt you," he frowned. You quirked a brow at him and shot him a look. 

"What did you think was gonna happen? You just left," you muttered. He scoffed a mirthless laugh as he looked away for a minute, wiping a hand over his face.

"I thought you might be a bit upset at first but I thought you'd move on. Get over it. Didn't think it would hurt you this much," he shrugged. It was your turn to scoff this time and it caused him to look at you again. 

"Are you kidding me? You really thought I wouldn't be that upset that you just left? You're the only family I've ever had, Billy. Do you really think you meant that little to me?" You asked incredulously, the hurt lacing every word. He looked down like a scolded child as his fingers went back to toying with the bunny.

"I think we can both agree I got issues," he muttered wryly, making you roll your eyes a little. That was an understatement. 

"You and me both," you snorted lightly. He went quiet for a moment and you watched as he toyed with the bunny before he glanced back at you.

"Can I ask you somethin"?" He asked seriously. You nodded, apprehension swelling in your stomach as you wondered what it might be. You already had an idea.

"How did you end up… sellin' drugs?" He asked quietly. You blew out a breath as you stared at your hands. You'd gotten used to the dirty work of your old job over time but you'd never fully been comfortable with it. Having Billy know what you did only made you feel worse about it.

"The short version is that I got laid off, couldn't afford rent so I ended up homeless. I knew Tony already and he'd offered me a job. I figured selling drugs was better than being on the streets so…" you shrugged feeling tense. Billy's face scrunched up as a pained look crossed his face.

"Y/N… I'm sorry, I-," he started lamenting, but you cut him off.

"Stop," you ordered hotly, feeling your eyes burn with more tears.

"No, I won't. If I'd stayed you'd have never had to go through that. I woulda taken care of you and you wouldn'ta had to…" he trailed off as he sneered at himself, shaking his head.

"It's not just on you. It'd be easy for me to sit here and put all the blame on you, my life would have been different if you'd stuck around. You were gone and I'd completely given up. But… I'm the one that made that choice. At the time it felt like the only one I had but if I'd have really tried I could have done something else. And I stuck with it because it was easy money and I was good at it. I'm glad I'm not doing that anymore. I don't wanna contribute to people's downfall, ruining families and people's lives. It still wasn't your choice to make but I'm glad I'm out now," you admitted softly. After seeing Billy a month ago and finding out he was alive, you'd blamed him profusely for the life you'd been living. He'd left you all alone and you'd gone down a bad path. You knew Billy would have protected you from that life, he'd have never let you do what you'd done. You knew he meant it when he said he would have taken care of you. But you were your own person and you shouldn't have depended on Billy to be there to carry you through life. You should have been able to look after yourself. You'd made a bad life choice but that was in the past now and you wanted to let it go. It wasn't something you were proud of. Especially since the reason why you ended up in the group home was the fact your mother was a junkie. Just like Billy's mom.

"I'm still sorry. If I could take it all back, I would. I shoulda been there for you," he lamented. You nodded, knowing that telling him again he didn't need to be sorry was pointless. It was also nice to hear it after thinking for a month that he just didn't care.

You felt exhausted from the emotional roller coaster you'd found yourself on and you needed time to think things over.

"It's getting late, I should head out," you said after a moment. He nodded stiffly and you wondered idly if he didn't want you to leave. He stood up and you followed as you made your way to the front door. Your heart felt heavy and part of you wanted to stay. Despite the hard topic of conversation, you'd missed him more than you could vocalise and it was hard to leave now. 

"I'll uh… see you around?" He asked hopefully after you opened the door. You turned to look at him with a sad smile.

"Yeah," you replied softly. He nodded again looking for a moment like he might hug you. Instead, he stayed rooted in place as he glanced at the bunny in his hands and then to you. 

"You should have this back," he murmured as he handed it to you. You shook your head, not making a move to take it.

"I think you need him more. Besides, you've been taking good care of him," you said with a small smirk. He chuckled and lowered his head bashfully as he gave you a nod. With nothing left to say, you gave him one last look before slipping out of the door. You fought with yourself to not look back at him, scared you wouldn't be able to leave if you did. You didn't hear his door shut until the elevator door opened and you stepped inside.

You knew he wanted you to forgive him and in the past, you didn't think that was possible. But now you knew the real reason why he left and while it hurt you that he didn't really seem to consider how the whole thing would affect you or that he thought you'd judge him, you knew his state of mind hadn't exactly been normal. He'd clearly been suffering from some kind of PTSD and with the things you could only speculate that he'd been through, you couldn't hold that against him. It would take time to move on from it and to accept the reason he'd given you after thinking for so long that you were the reason he left. It hurt to know you'd have to rebuild your relationship and trust with Billy from square one after going through so much together. You didn't want to have to do that but you knew too much time had passed and too much hurt had happened for you both to just pick up where you left off. It was messy and complicated and you didn't like it. But after speaking with him, you knew deep down you did want a relationship with him again. He was still family no matter what he'd done. Since Billy left it felt like you'd been walking around with a gaping hole in your chest and spending time with him even in the circumstances you were in, you'd felt that void start to heal slightly. It would be hard and take time but you hoped that you'd be able to make up with Billy properly one day. Maybe even be a family like you once were. You weren't sure if it was all just a fantasy in your head after being apart from him for so long but you couldn't bring yourself to stop the hope that it could be a reality one day.

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