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SUCCESSFUL ★ MV33

PAIRING ✦ max verstappen x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY ✦ between you winning an award in the grammys in february and him winning the first grand prix of the 2024 season, you and your boyfriend are proving to be very successful [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ my first max smau!! reader is implied to be american (refers to america as her home). as per request, the fc i've used is sabrina carpenter, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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yourusername grammys tomorrow 😘

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user1 respectfully, she’s so fine

user2 FORGET MAX PLS COME HOME W ME

user3 I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER 🙏😔

user4 THE LAST SLIDE Y/N WHAT'S THE MATTER

yourusername these are tears of happiness trust me 💗

user5 OMG YOU GOT A REPLYYY SO LUCKY

maxverstappen1 so excited ❤️

yourusername yeah but i’m most excited so 🙄💗

user6 THEIR DYNAMIC HELLO??

user7 okay but MAX IS GOING W HER TO THE GRAMMYS??

user8 he usually does go w her to these events, like how she goes to his races!

oliviarodrigo BABY GIRLLL CANT WAIT 😉❤️

yourusername MY BABYY CANT WAIT TO HANG OUT TOMORROW 😘😘

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( caption one: omw to the grammys!! (i swear i'm happy to be going my boyfriend is just pissing me off) | caption two: you'd think i wasn't even in the car with him 🙄 )

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yourusername guess who won her first grammyyy!!!!! thank you all so so much for ur endless support, im forever grateful! 😘❤️❤️

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user9 BEST GIRL WON A GRAMMYYYY

user10 I LOVE YOU Y/N

user11 wait what category did she win??

user12 best new artist!!

user13 SHE'S STUNNINGGG

user14 max is punching idc

maxverstappen1 so proud of you ❤️

yourusername love you maxie 💗

reneerapp CONGRATS ANGEL 💗💗

yourusername OMG I LOVE YOU!!

user15 oh to be y/n.

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yourusername who said i couldn't go to a beach in february?? 🤷‍♀️🏖️

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user20 HOW WERE YOU NOT FREEZING COLD

user21 she IS the moment!

user22 ur life seems so fun omg

user23 literallyyyy

user24 is she not in monaco w max rn??

user25 nooo!! she's staying in the usa for a bit while max goes to prepare for the start of the f1 season :)

reneerapp photo creds? ☹️

yourusername SORRY ANGEL yes photo creds to you!!

maxverstappen1 only you would go to a beach in february

yourusername awww are you missing me maxie 😘

charles_leclerc can confirm he is

maxverstappen1 charles you weren't meant to tell her ☹️

yourusername I'LL SEE YOU (BOTH) SOON TRUST

user26 what did y/n mean in her replies w 'see you (both) soon'??

user27 she always goes to the first gp of the season, so she probably means that!

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yourusername coming home's been a blast 🚀

user28 MY TWO FAVS HANGING OUTTT

user29 Y/N IN LA HOW DID I NOT KNOW THISSSS

user30 so are her and renee friends then?

user31 they're very good friends!! when y/n first joined the music industry, renee sort of took her under wing and they become super close! 💛

user32 this friendship is just everything to me

maxverstappen1 cant wait to see you❤️

yourusername likewise max emilian!! 💗

reneerapp I CANT BELIEVE UR GOING TO LEAVE ME

yourusername I'LL BE BACK YOU BEFORE YOU KNOW IT ☹️

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( caption one: two flights and almost a day later and i’m finally here 🇺🇸➡️🇧🇭 | caption two: back in the garage 🏎️ )

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yourusername VAMOS MAX VAMOS 🏎️ (i'm so sorry i don't know any language other than spanish)

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user33 THE CAPTION??

user34 shes so funny stop

user35 Y/N IN BAHRAINNN WE LIKE TO SEE IT!!

user36 the last slide awww

user37 y/n's spirit animal

maxverstappen1 not dutch? ☹️

yourusername read the caption hon im so sorry 😘

carlossainz55 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

yourusername SIIII

maxverstappen1 oh.

yourusername shh look away max ❤️

user38 HELP???

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maxverstappen1 unbelievable start to the year, 1-2 finish is absolutely fantastic 🏆👊

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user43 THE CHAMP IS BACK 🏆

user44 AND THE DUTCH NATIONAL ANTHEM PLAYS AGAINNN 🇳🇱

user45 RED BULL REMAINS SUPREMEEE

redbullracing Best start to the season! 👊❤️

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yourusername WOOHOOO THAT'S MY FUCKING CHAMPION!!

maxverstappen1 ❤️

yourusername RED BULL RAHHHHH

user46 HELP ME Y/N

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yourusername HE ONLY WENT AND DID ITTT!! congrats boyfriend, guess we're both starting this year off as winners ❤️

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user47 Y/N BEING SORT OF NICE IN THE CAPTION FOR ONCE?

user48 it usually depends on her mood ❤️

user49 'congrats boyfriend' HELP MEEE

user50 SHE'S SO FUNNY

user51 ugh i love you guys!!

maxverstappen1 love you ❤️

yourusername love you more!! 💗

maxverstappen1 the last slide 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername you can thank pinterest for that one 💗

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suburbanmac · 2 years

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anyways while i was not on tumblr basically all i did was work, watch anime, and play my silly little games on my silly little phone. also im in my vocaloid era

#if u have any anime recs throw them at me ill watch whatever #mecha is the hardest for me to get into but ill still try #would also be up for some manga recs #i do plan on finally starting mha since i got spoiled for the most recent chapter like. immediately after it happened lmao #and through a SUGGESTED POST ON FACEBOOK???? algorithm has me wrapped around its finger ig #anyways. cant believe all my current fave singers are just singing little synthesizers #emalee speaks

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sakurayumekun · 28 days

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PRO-ANA GUIDE HANDBOOK

An anorexic mind

First of all, let's work on the psychology first. Be sure to fuck up your relationship with food from the start. You want to make yourself as neurotic as possible about food, eating, kitchens, cutlery, refrigerators, restaurants, and hey, why not stretch this out even further and start hating the actual source of foods, in other words the actual animals and plants. I myself am utterly opposed to factories. Any kind of factory. Even pillow factories, hell they're all the same. But you! Spread those bad thoughts! Hate that chicken!!! Unless of course, you're going for the sympathetic, oh the poor animals, vegan slant. That's a good one too. Firstly, reaffirm your mission. Immortalise it. Buy a fat, blank notebook, this will become your own personal anorexic sanctuary of sorts. Write down WHY you want to lose weight. Be sure to include things like how you will feel when you're 10lbs lighter, the glorious clothes you will fit into, an occasion that you would like to be thinner for like your sixteenth birthday, etc. Give yourself a final goal, and break it up into several, smaller, goalpoints. For example, if you weigh 140lbs and would like to eventually be 90lbs, list points along the way which signify a victory for you. For example, 130lbs, and then 115lbs, then 110lbs, then 100lbs, and so on. Re-read this again and again for inspiration. You will be using this notebook later to create tackytown anorexia-inspired collages and other paraphernalia.

Visualisation. Following the same strain as NLP, or Neuro Linguistic Programming, we must use the principles of association to retrain your consciousness, and sub-consciousness, to turn food into one of the greater evils of the world. (Read: the greatest evil!!) Start by associating food with disgusting things. For your first ever fast, it may be helpful to draw pictures of juicy red apples, somehow morphing into giant dead rotting pigs. Plaster these all around your house, preferably on the food itself. Never underestimate the power of images. Put pictures of fat girls on your fridge, or better yet, pictures of yourself; you're pretty fat. Conversely, stick pictures of rakish models everywhere you can see them, for inspiration, and a bit of productive self-loathing. Also, practise writing things like "I'm fat" over and over. You want to drill this into your brain. "I will be thin" is a good one, as well as other "I will" affirmations. These are positive statements and very conducive to big time weight loss. Now create a list of suitable punishments either for thinking of food, or for caving in and eating food itself. A good one to try is to keep a rubber band on your hand and flick your skin whenever you think of eating. Eventually you will have a swollen hand, and a shrunken body; you will have ceased thinking of food so much. Other punishments include ridiculous amounts of exercise, purging, self-mutilation, isolation, basic denial of necessary comforts such as blankets on a cold night, or shelter when it is raining... Or simply menial, disgusting tasks such as cleaning the bathroom. Remember, you need discipline. Invent pain and hassles for yourself. Trick yourself into believing your life sucks. Be mean to people so that they instigate fights, just to make you constantly on edge, or nervous, so you cant eat. After all, you'll be light-headed and dizzy, and irritable from not eating, so you have an excuse. I used to love when dad got mad at me because it meant I was so upset I could not eat. Become an angst ridden teenager. You'll be making yourself nauseous from worry and self hatred in no time. Find another anorexic to consort with. Whether this be in real life, or on the internet. You can swap tips and indulge in your little sordid anorexia world together, force each other to exercise, pat each other on the back when you reach goals, etc. You want to completely surround yourself with all thoughts of anorexia. Find pro-anorexia websites, or create your own. Sign up for one of the dozens of pro-anorexic mailing lists at Yahoo! and you'll be bombarded daily with like minded individuals. Now, immerse yourself further in anorexia propaganda, read anorexia or otherwise 'thin' inspired literature, listen to anorexic music, watch as many triggering films as you can get your delicate little mitts on, look up to very thin hollywood stars and supermodels. Also, visit as many of the aforementioned pro-anorexia sites as you can to get a bunch of quotes and mantras to write in your anorexia notebook, and repeat inside your head daily. I have compiled a list of such sources of thinspiration.

Thinspiration

Triggering music

This is essential. You must familiarise yourself with the very teenage and angstyartists and be sure to play the music over and over to thoroughly depress yourself. Ones to keep in mind are:

Fiona Apple - "Paper Bag" ... Hunger hurts but starving works...

Silverchair - "Ana's Song (Open Fire)" ... And I need you now somehow, and I need you now somehow ... On my knees for you... In my head the flesh seems thicker...

Juliana Hatfield - "Feed Me"... Oh baby if only you knew, I'm down to 102...

Tori Amos - "Jackie's Strength" ... You're only popular with anorexia, so I turn myself inside out, in hopes someone will see...

Anorexic mantras

You must collect as many of these as possible. Write them in your anorexia notebook, memorise them, let them comfort you. Some examples are:

"An imperfect body reflects an imperfect person."

"You will be tempted quite frequently, and you will have to choose whether you will enjoy yourself hugely in the 20 minutes or so that you will be consuming the excess calories, or whether you will dislike youself cordially for 2 or 3 days for your lack of willpower."

"I'm not starving myself...I'm perfecting my emptiness."

"I can get thinner. I can cut it all off. I can wear low slung Levi's and crop tops and long straight dresses like willowy models, and I gasp with the breathlessness of being airborne. I can fly and be free. Jesus! I never realised how easy it was!"

"Nothing tastes as good as thin feels."

"The greasy fry, it cannot lie, its truth is written on your thigh,"

Devour literature, not food

Words and text are very very triggering when it comes to not eating. For one thing, it gives you a world to inhabit, your very own private, magnificent anorexia world which nobody else around you can touch, and you shall have characters to understand you. You will be so riveted that you will not need to eat. Books to check out include:

The best little girl in the world by Steven Levenkron

Wasted by Marya Hornbacher

The fountainhead by Ayn Rand - not about anorexia per se, but Dominique

Francon is the fucking epitome of ethereal, insubstantial, bony grace.

I am an artichoke by Lucy Frank

Starving for attention by Cherry Boone O'Neill

Hunger scream by Ivy Ruckman

Diary of an eating disorder by Chelsea Smith and Beverly Runyon

My sister's Bones by Cathi Hanauer

Stick figure by Lori Gottlieb

Eve's apple by Jonathan Rosen

Thinspiring films and TV shows

These might be about anorexia itself, or it might simply be glamorous and include very thin beautiful people. Movies and television programmes I know others find thinspiring are:

Girl, Interrupted

For The Love Of Nancy

Ally McBeal

Role models

You need somebody to idolise. You must research him or her to the bones and become as close to her as possible. Become obsessed. Some suitable examples include those in the following list, who are either very skinny, or have, or have had anorexia:

Kate Moss - 90's waif

Angelina Jolie - skinny sexy actress, e.g. Girl, Interrupted and Gia

Christina Ricci - actress, had anorexia

Calista Flockhart - Ally McBeal

Lara Flynn Boyle - glamorous and snobby, never eats

Tracey Gold - actress who suffered from anorexia

Karen Carpenter - musician and classic anorexic

Portia de Rossi - actress on Ally McBeal who went through a stage of dangerous dieting

Geri Halliwell - formerly Ginger Spice, engaged in a 'thin war' with:

Victoria Beckham - formerly Posh Spice

Courtney Cox - actress on Friends, bony and gaunt

Twiggy - iconoclastic model

Mary Kate - had anorexia... perfection

Jodie Kidd - impossibly thin model

Nicole Richie - Thin thin thin

Audrey Hepburn - quintessential class, very petite

This should be enough to sufficiently fuck up and cloud your perceptions. Above all, convince yourself you are above others, a hero, owing to your spectacular powers of restraint. Feel elitist. Feel as though you are somehow super-human for resisting the urge to eat. Feel better than the other mere mortals who dig in to their cereal and their donuts. Believe in the power of starving as though it were a religion.

Extreme dieting

Now we can move on to the actual act of excessive dieting itself. First off we should establish clear limits. Make up rules you cannot deviate from. Only eat yellow foods on Monday, and brown foods on Tuesday. Or only eat every other day. Or only eat at night. Or only eat on days with the letter "u" in them. Or become a vegan. Or a fruitarian. Or follow your own version of a well known diet, such as the ever popular low carb diets, e.g., the Zone Diet, Atkin's Diet. Use your imagination. I knew a model who swore her secret was living on sushi, candy, oranges, cigarettes, and water. Another tip to try is to only allow yourself one food a day. You will get sick of the taste and therefore eat less due to boredom.

Now, compile a list of safe foods. Here is a fairly comprehensive list:

Low Cal Jelly (or Jello, for you Americans)

Celery - it is composed highly of water, it is crunchy, which is said to cause you to eat less, owing to the amount you have to chew it, it is considered acatabolic food

Carrots are also another safe vegetable (although most vegetables can be on your safe list, these are merely the safest of the safe)

Salsa and mustard - dieting staples. You can dip vegetables in them, they are fat free and low cal, and salsa brings cravings to an abrupt halt.

Spicy foodsare also thought to fire up your metabolism

Vinegar - thought to thoroughly reduce your appetite. It is suggested you drink a tablespoon or two before each meal.

Lemons dipped in a sugar substitute such as Splenda or Nutrasweet. (note: In some anorexia circles, even fruit is no good, besides oranges, which are a 50cal food)

Broth (only 5 calories per cube!!)

Egg white - much needed protein

Pickles

Lettuce - an absolute 'nothing' food

Cucumbers - very very low cal

Soup

Safe foods are merely foods that are safe to eat if you are craving foods outside your set meals. They are extremely low cal, or no cal. As for your actual daily intake of food, most wannabe anorexics tend to stick within the 500 - 1000 calorie range depending on how much exercise they do. Never be shy when it comes to considering taking certain drugs to reduce or diminish appetite. Some antidepressant medication such as Wellbutrin have this effect, as well as Topamax, which is originally an anti-convulsive but has been and can be prescribed for things such as ADD and bipolar disorder. Steal your little brother's ADD medication. Dexedrine is gold when it comes to killing appetite. Just ignore the paranoia and nervousness that comes with it. Think about diet pills and supplements such as Metabolife and Ephedra.

Day to day

Now we move on to the ever important area of ritual and habits, tips & tricks, to get down to a science.

Graze constantly throughout the day so that your metabolism never gets the chance to rest and become sluggish. Eating 100 calories five times a day is better than eating one meal consisting of 500 calories.

Fool your metabolism by constantly changing the number of calories you consume daily. This will prevent your body going into starvation mode, meaning that lesser amounts of calories will make you gain weight. For instance, eat 500 calories on Monday, 100 on Tuesday, 800 on Wednesday, no calories on Thursday, and 400 calories on Friday.

Get a full night's sleep, at least eight hours. Although staying up late does make you burn more calories, don't become sleep-deprived or your metabolism will become sleepy. Your appetite will even increase by 15%.

Record everything you eat in your anorexia notebook. This serves to motivate you, as well as to be aware of all the extra calories you may not be aware you are consuming. It may also let you identify emotional or environmental triggers, such as boredom or sadness.

Take vitamin pills frequently so your body doesn't crave nutrients, causing binges.

Diet coke and other diet sodas cause that bubbly, full feeling in your stomach, for about 1 calorie per glass.

Brush your teeth and tongue all the time. The feeling in your mouth will ease cravings and additionally, food will taste yukky with toothpaste, so whats the point of eating it?

Drink water like a fish. Drink a glass of water, or a diet soda, every hour on the hour. Drink water every time you have the urge to snack. Ice water is better because your body will burn more calories to heat it up. Drink water with meals to prevent overeating. Bear in mind that often we mistake thirst for hunger.

Caffeine will speed up your metabolism. Have two or three servings a day, in the form of black sugarless coffee, or caffeine pills, or guarana. If stacked with ephedra and aspirin, a synergistic effect will occur that imitates the effects of speed or other amphetamines. Do be aware that this practice can be rather dangerous.

Exercise. Not only will you burn off the calories you consume when you do eat, but it will increase your metabolism for some time afterwards. As well, the consequential muscle mass will increase the calories you burn at rest. It also suppresses appetite. Try running, or buy yourself a skipping rope.

Stand up and move about constantly. Compulsively fidget. It does add up to an estimated extra 500 calories burned a day. Twitch your leg while studying, for example. Also, sit up straight - you'll burn more calories.

Have a very busy and active schedule. It will burn more calories than sitting in your room thinking about not eating, and make sure you don't have enough time to binge.

Find a something other than food to satisfy your oral fixation. Choices include things like smoking, chewing gum, water, iced tea, sugarless mints, and diet coke.

Put a small coin in a jar every time you resist a craving, or exercise when majorly exhausted, etc. This will motivate you, build up confidence in your starving abilities, and keep track of your successes. As well as give you extra cash to splurge on some fantastical treat when you reach your first major weight loss goal.

The type of music you listen to while you eat affects how much and how quickly you consume. The faster the music, the more you eat. Try to listen to nice slow music when you eat.

Eat sweets and the foods you crave early on in the day. This will give you more time to burn them off and it will eliminate cravings later.

Eat while in the front of the mirror naked. You will be completely repulsed, and repelled from the food. This is a good thing.

Feel your hunger..don't try to suppress it. If you're hungry that means you're losing weight; you WANT to be hungry. If you're not then you're not doing it right. In time you will get a wonderful high off of being hungry and thoroughly enjoy the sensation. Hunger is not your enemy! The sooner this is understood, the sooner you will reach your goals.

Did you know that there are 2 pounds of dead skin on you right now!!?! Thats right! 2 POUNDS! ...if you're underweight or in starvation mode your body does not "shed" its skin the way it should. It holds on to it. Use an exfoliator for your face, and a loofah brush or scrub for your body. Make a stack of magazines that weighs the amount you want to lose. As you lose, take off the appropriate amount of magazines. Seeing the weight like that may help you realise what a difference it will make when it is all off. When you're feeling weak Here are some things which will help when your willpower is very feeble, to ward off the urge to eat, or worse, binge!

Pinch your thigh and see how you don't need food, because you should be eating your own flesh all away from the inside first, before you are deserving of actual legitimate sustenance.

Go to the library. You can research dieting or whatever, or you can read the classics, or some of the aforementioned listerature. Or you can do homework, or write letters, but the beauty of it is, since no food or drink is allowed, you'll have no choice but to abstain from a meal.

Buy some baby teething gel and rub it on your tongue, to numb your tastebuds.

If you're even considering eating, just hold your breath and count to 100. Chances are that you'll convince youself not to eat whatever it is you're craving in that time.

The scent of coffee has been proven to lessen ones appetite.

Chew the food but don't swallow it. Spit it in the bin.

If you're feeling dangerous, plan out the next few hours so that you're occupied for every single minute. Write a list of things to do for every 15 minutes. eg. exercise, surf the internet, email your friends, clean a room, read a book.

If you're feeling brave enough to face the kitchen, go there and throw out any potential binge foods. If you must, pour bleach/disinfectant/dishwashing detergent on the food, and then throw it away! (Anorexics are known for retrieving food from bins, or stealing food from strange places).

Pinch your ear! Apply pressure to the front of the ear, one at a time. The front of the ear is apparently a pressure point, in the area that controls hunger.

Let perfume replace chocolate. Every time you have a craving, or pass a bakery, sniff some Chanel no. 5. Apply it to a tissue and carry it with you.

Smell has a powerful effect on appetite.

Clean something. Cleaning something dirty can make you lose your appetite. The toilet, the litter box, under the kitchen sink, scrubbing out the garbage bin, anything grimy or smelly. The mess, along with the smell of the cleaner, can put you off food for a while.

Become a teenage artist. Write anorexic poetry, tragic little verses about bones and stomachs and evil evil capsicums. Anorexics are ever so creative.

Collect pictures of skinny girls. Stick them all in your notebook. Draw pictures of painful bony girls with tear stained faces and their head in their hands (their spines sticking out). This will take up most of your time.

Hiding it

Anorexia is supposed to be a private and tortured place, dontcha know. Deny it at all costs. Pretend you have not noticed the pounds dropping off you. Don't be suspicious. Here are some relevant tips:

Spend time making yourself look healthy.

Drink lots of water and apply a fake tan.

Wear makeup so that you have some colour, and keep your hair looking nice and shiny, take vitamins.

Smile.

Whenever you do decide to eat, do it in the company of others.

That way they can't say they never see you touch food.

On your way out, heat up a slice of pizza or prepare a snack to 'eat on the run'.

Of course, you will dispose of the food at your first convenience.

Leave a dirty plate lying around every so often for your parents to yell at you about.

Drink out of opaque cups, and spit your food into it whilst preteding to drink. They'll never know.

Eat really slowly because if everybody else is on their third slice of pizza, they'll assume you are too, even if you're still finishing your first.

Sign out of Hotmail and clear the history before you get off of the Internet. This will eliminate autofill being ever so helpful while your mum is researching aardvarks, and coming up with www.anorexicsanonymous.com for her. In short, don't leave traces lying around for others to find.

I trust that this guide to becoming a better anorexic will serve you well on your quest to being emaciated and ahem, gorgeous.

Remember, think thin, and try not to faint too often or die.

#an@rexi@

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joszns · 7 months

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party animal ✭

butch!ellie x fem!reader

content: drinking/drunk sex, oral sex (r recieving) strap on usage, semi-public sex (bathroom), jealousy, mild degradation, ellie has the worst case of phantom dick ever when she’s drunk

summary: after a lovely dinner date (not without some teasing of course) you have a few too many drinks without her at a friends party and she whisks you to the bathroom to remind you something.

a/n: thank u guys so so much for all the love truly😭❤️❤️BESITOS

“hey ellie, you almost ready baby?” you called out, applying mascara and looking at yourself in the mirror.

you adjusted my dress, a black satin piece with a deep slit and a traditional slip neckline, adorned with flowery lace along the hem. you smiled at your appearance and left the bathroom, putting on your matching black heels and an oversized leather jacket.

you and ellie were going out to dinner, then to a house party for one of your friends, mimi. it was her birthday.

“could you help me put this watch on, dollface?” ellie asked, walking into the room.

“oh my god, you look so beautiful. that dress looks amazing on you.” she said with a smile, pulling you close by the waist and kissing your plump and glossy red lips.

“is that my leather jacket?”

you grinned sheepishly and kissed her again. “maybe…but I know you don’t mind.”

“god, you’re so perfect…” ellie muttered against your lips, kissing you more intensely. she pulled you closer by the waist which caused you to blush.

“mmm…” you leaned into her, hands looped over her neck snugly.

“no, ellie! we have a reservation at a very nice restaurant. im not doing this with you right now.” you exclaimed, pulling away suddenly and gathering your things into a purse.

ellie whined in response.

“god, fine. whatever. are we still going to that party?” she asked, following you out the door with her car keys in hand.

“yes, yes we are! it’s for one of my best friends.” you said back, rolling your eyes. ellie could get a little snappy when she’s turned on like this. honestly, it was kinda hot…

★・・・・・・★

“man…that food hit the spot.”

ellie got into the car happily, after opening your door of course.

she turned the key in the ignition and placed her hand behind your headrest while reversing, something that always got you a bit hot and bothered.

“i agree. that salmon was delicious.” you say casually, texting mimi that ellie and i were on the way.

“could you map the way to mimis for me baby?” ellie asked, resting her hand on your upper thigh. you nodded in reply, typing in the address and navigating as you left the restaurant.

“ooh els, can I have aux? pretty please?” you reached for the cord, pressing your chest together to show off your cleavage and grinning.

ellie glanced over and rolled her eyes. she knew what you were doing.

“whatever you want, babygirl.”

excitedly, you connected your phone and played your favorite song. on the next turn, you felt ellies hand move upwards and slide in between the fabric of your dress. her knuckles pressed into you, her pinky finger rubbing gently on your clit. you whined softly, adding more songs to the queue and trying to ignore her.

finally, you both arrived to the party, ellie being casually laid back versus you being sexually frustrated.

“i cant believe you! what’s up with all this teasing?” you scolded, punching her shoulder.

“that was payback for earlier.” ellie replied, walking inside and greeting mimi with a grin.

you did the same, rolling your eyes at her behavior.

“victim of the sassy masc apocalypse?” mimi asked, bringing you back from your head.

“dude. you have no idea!” you said with a giggle. mimi smiled and excitedly dragged you to take shots, leaving ellie alone.

she watched you and a few girls drink together, smiling a little and turning away. the urge to whisk you away from the group was strong, but it was a birthday party. she couldn’t do much.

“god, how many shots did we just take?” you said with a laugh, shaking your head as the alcohol burned your mouth.

“like 21- one for every year! don’t worry, these things are like mini cocktails. i think only the last two were straight vodka…” mimi slurs, laughing as she throws her arm around the blonde girl next to her.

you smile, the liquor warming your body.

“oh! oh! picture time!” she exclaims, pulling out her phone. the group gathers behind her, you following as well. everyone smiles, and she clicks almost a hundred photos.

ellie returns to the kitchen for a drink, a tinge of jealousy on her as she sees one of your friends’ arms hooked on your waist. you broke away from the group, smiling at the sight of her.

“babe! ill be with you in a sec,” you said, getting dragged away by mimi, “she wants to dance!”

ellie just smiled in response, sipping her drink. she casually followed you to the dance floor, getting increasingly more jealous as several of your friends danced up on you. you were laughing, taking photos and videos on your phone.

as the girls began to break away, dancing with other friends to make everyone feel included or to grab another drink, you gravitated towards ellie.

“hey babe! why are you being all mopey in the corner?” you said, giggling.

“i was just waiting for you. i kinda have to pee.” she said as she took another sip.

“let’s go!!” you took her hand, the liquor bringing back your arousal.

as you both arrived to the bathroom and saw the line, you formed your lips into a pout.

“mimi would hate me for this…do you wanna go upstairs to the guest bathroom? she usually blocks it off during parties because it’s a nice bathroom, but it’s just us…” you suggested, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at her.

privacy. perfect. “yeah, sure.” ellie responded, grinning internally as she finished off her drink. both of you stumbled towards the stairs, sneaking up when nobody was looking.

ellie pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing your back against it.

“didn’t you have to pee?” you asked, heart beating faster as you looked up to her.

“no,” she replied, leaning closer to you. “i just…i need you so bad, y/n.” ellie said, voice low and raspy.

you blushed, feeling yourself get wetter.

“i know they’re just your friends, fuck, i don’t even know why it’s botherin’ me so much.” she muttered, leaning her head on your shoulder. her hot breath fanned your neck, causing you to shiver.

“what..what do you mean?” you asked, breathing harder.

“i just get so..” she kissed your neck, causing your breath to catch, “ so worked up seeing you with other girls…” ellie continued, kissing your neck again.

you felt your knees buckle, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck.

ellie hums against your skin, her kisses growing more sloppy.

“don’t even know why i was all jealous..” she kisses you aggressively, her hand holding your face to hers. you whimper, melting into her. your hands travel over her clothed body, stopping at a hard lump in her pants.

pulling away in surprise, you asked, “did you really wear your strap all evening?”

“yeah. i wore it in case i needed to remind you you’re mine.” ellie whispered, kissing you again and hiking your dress up. her hand quickly pushed your thighs apart and started rubbing at your clit, feeling the wet spot your slick created.

“so fuckin wet, all f’me, yeah baby?” she said, causing you to moan. in your drunken state, you were like putty in her hands. ellie dropped to her knees, her mouth replacing those long and flexible fingers.

she practically made out with your pussy, her mind foggy from the drinks she consumed. all she could think about was you infront of her, melting in her mouth. she felt herself getting more and more wet as she lapped at you, her tongue circling your swollen clit as she suctioned softly with her mouth.

she always knew how to drive you crazy.

you were a mess, legs trembling as you tangled your hands in her hair. she looked up at you, watching you fall apart and try to keep quiet.

her mouth was amazing, knowing just where to go and when to do it. she flicked her tongue on your clit, bringing you close to the edge.

“el..ellie…m’gonna cum…oh my fucking god…” you whimpered, your thighs clamped so hard they were threatening to squish her head flat. she pulled away from your cunt abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.

she licked her lips clean, kissing you passionately as she struggled to unzip her jeans. “gonna fuck you so good…” she mumbled, her drunken state clouding her mind.

ellie broke the heated kiss, looking down and attempting to position herself properly. eager for her, you hiked your leg over her hip and scooted downward, gasping and staring into her eyes as her strap filled you up.

“fuuuckk….” she groaned, her hips pushing forward slightly. you let out a whimper as her tip pressed against the end of your canal, clenching hard as you adjusted to her size.

“so fucking tight baby-you’re so tight..” ellie grunted, starting to thrust her hips.

you moaned in response, your head hitting the door. she took this as an opportunity to bite your neck, something she did happily.

“my dirty fuckin’ slut, look at you taking my dick, fuck baby..” ellie grunted out. “just slidin’ in and out of ya…you’re so damn wet..” her pace increased as she panted hot and heavy into your neck. you swore she could feel it sometimes, the way she spoke to you while you had sex.

“nobody but me gets to fuck this slutty pussy yeah? ‘s all mine..” ellie said, hovering her lips over your own.

“all yours, it’s all yours baby.”

she kissed you, teeth crashing into eachother a few times as she fucked you sober against the bathroom door.

“ellie im-fuck! im gonna cum!” you cried, too focused on her to worry about being quiet.

“yeah? cum all on my dick baby, show me how much of a cumslut you are for me…im so close too baby, hold out f’me..” ellie grunted, fucking you like she was an animal. you came hard all over her, crossing your legs behind her back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“oh my god! ellie, oh fuck!” you cried. she orgasmed with you, her hips faltering their relentless pace.

she slowed down, slowly fucking you through every aftershock.

“shit…sorry baby. i think we got a little too loud.” ellie says gently, pulling out of your fucked out cunt.

“‘s okay.” you mumbled, sitting on the edge of the hot tub.

she wet a washcloth and cleaned your legs off, kissing your lips gently.

“i made you into a mess…” she apologizes.

after she cleans you up, you turn to the mirror and adjust yourself. you check your phone, seeing a text from mimi.

m: y/n!! ven acá, it’s time for cake!!

“looks like we finished just in time.” you say with a cheeky grin, kissing ellie on the cheek and putting your jacket back on as you walk outside the bathroom.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x y/n #tlou2

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demonvibez · 10 months

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Ghost!!! Ive had a brainstorm!!!

The obey me characters with an MC that has a huge collection of plushies and stuffies :,,(((

Lucifer who preens each fluffy toy like a bird, Mammon who fights, slaps and kicks each plushie out of jealousy when you're not there to mediate him.

Levi who's planning intricate playdates with his stuffies and MC's stuffies. (He replays the memory in his head a lot when he's alone.) Satan who's using MC's plushies to prop up his books, he laughs when the book falls ontop of the poor stuffed animal.

Asmodeus who dotes and teases his favourite of the pile, sitting the soft toy in his lap so it can watch Asmo do a full skincare routine with him! Beel who scoops as many fluffy friends as he can into his arms to squeeze and cuddle!

Belphegor who lazily sinks into the softness of stuffed animals and takes leisure naps snuggled into the warmth.

Gjgjgkkhkggkfknfgggg I cant get it out of my head :,,|||||

Some of them turn the stuffies the other way when nightly cuddles turns into something more passionate and some of them are a bit meaner (COUGHCOUGHCOUGH LUCIFER ND HIS CORRUPTION KINK COUGHCOUGIGOVCIHCOS)

Okay, this is such a cute little imagine I just :') haha took it and ran a bit...or a lot! hope you enjoy - small suggestive/smutty part at the end, minors do not interact!

word count: 1400+ genre: mostly fluff / some smut (MDNI) tags: fluff, sibling rivalry, gender neutral reader, implied poly mc, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral sex, sex on camera rating: mature

It all started when Lucifer had noticed your favorite plushies that you had brought from home on your bed while you were out grocery shopping with Mammon and Asmodeus. He had the bright idea to get a plushie for you himself, and give it to you as a gift. Once his other brothers found out what he had done, of course it launched into a competition, with the other Six giving you plushies as well.

Lucifer is quite serious about the plushie he has given to you - he makes sure it is kept in pristine condition every time he swings by your room. Adorned with many accessories (each imbued with protection spells, unbeknownst to you), the plushie definitely reminds you of him in appearance - of course he would get you a plushie to literally represent him. He even enchanted the plushie to carry his scent, so that when you cuddle with it at night, you can't help but to think of him. He would never admit it, but he put a lot of thought and care into his plushie for you. If he sees any of his brothers even so much as breathe on it incorrectly, he'll make a mental note to add a little extra spice the next time he wants to punish them.

Mammon is naturally the most competitive about the whole thing. Every time one of his brothers gifts you a new plushie friend, he goes right out and buys two more - bigger, better, shinier! NO ONE can outdo The Great Mammon when it comes to giving his human some plushies! He's given you so many that you could make a giant crow's nest out of them that would cover most of your bed. Whenever he comes over, he pushes all of the plushies from his brothers under your bed, arguing that "ya got all these plushies here from yer first man, why the heck would ya need anythin' else?!" and you can't help but to pull him into a tight hug and indulge him once again as you begin your movie night.

You and Leviathan actually exchange stuffies with each other, after it takes you 4 days, 67 texts and three phone calls to get Levi to leave his room after hearing about the small collection you already have from his brothers. Envy floods his brain, convincing him "you would never exchange something like that with him," but you manage to finally make him believe you! And ever since, the lil group of you have a plethora of adventures together. Now when the two of you make cosplays together, you make an additional little mini set for your plushies to wear for your next TSL night! And when he is bored, sometimes Levi can't help but to look back at the photo album of your cosplays together on his DDD fondly.

Satan definitely hates the Lucifer plushie. Like, with every fiber of his infernal being. He would love to set the damn thing on fire - and often has dreams in which he does exactly that - but he loves you more and wouldn't want to hurt you like that, so he gets his own to give you instead. You guys love to have murder mystery parties with the plushies, but had to ban the eldest's plushie from the party when you started to notice it was somehow always the victim. Aside from that, the two of you also enjoy just cuddling up together with his plushie and reading by the fire. You both have tea and cookies while sharing poetry with one another, under the embrace of your favorite fluffy blanket, the plushie snug between the two of you.

Asmodeus makes an entire day of going out shopping for plushies and outfits with you. Little did you know, he had called in a few favors with one of his fashion designer friends to have both the plushies and their outfits custom made to his design. When the two of you get back to his room, you sit down in front of his vanity with your new plushies and start making each other over, in preparation for the fashion show you’re about to have. After getting hair and makeup ready, you slip on your outfits, making sure everything looks just right, both with yourselves and your new stuffed friends. Asmo uses one of the extra plushies from his bed to prop up his DDD to record the fashion show - which still remains at the top of his Devilgram highlight reel.

Beelzebub was probably the only one of his brothers that was unfazed by the whole competitive aspect of this. He was walking back home from fangol practice one afternoon, arms full of bags of food for the two of you from Hell's Kitchen. As he's walking, he notices an adorable plushie in a shop window that reminds him of you. Of course he goes in to buy it, and soon enough he is making a beeline straight home and directly to your room with all of the goodies. He honestly has no idea which he loves more - the look on your face as you eat your favorite Devildom food, or the smile you flash and the glimmer in your eyes as he gives you the plushie. He can't help but to pull you into one of his famous Beel hugs.

Belphegor was feeling a bit bratty when he heard that his brothers were in this stupid little plushie competition for you. He ended up disappearing for a couple of days, nowhere to be found and completely ignoring all attempts to reach him via DDD. You eventually find him upon looking for him in the attic a second time. Upon entering you see him asleep in bed with a giant plushie, one as long as he is tall. You sit on the edge of his bed and call out to him a few times with no reply. After calling his name the fourth time, you reach out to touch him, only to have his tail wrap around you and pull you down into his cuddle pile. He presses a kiss into the top of your head, mumbling something about how ‘he got you this gift because you are his,’ before drifting back off to sleep. You smile and press a kiss to the bottom of his jaw, cuddling closer before joining him in slumber.

When it comes to moments of intimacy, most of the brothers are rather respectful, and don’t like the feeling of the little plushie eyes on them during your love making. Two of the brothers in particular are a bit more devious than the others, though . . .

It was one of those rare evenings where Lucifer was spending time with you in your room instead of his. One thing led to another, and now here you were; the Avatar of Pride thrusting into you as you grip the sheets and moan out his name. Right as you both are about to hit your climax together, Lucifer breaks eye contact with you as he releases, his eyes locking with the Satan plushie right as he fills you with his seed. As he is coming down from his high, a sadistic idea plants himself into the back of his mind. He had been looking for a new way to punish his brothers, and the audience of plushies watching the two of you had proven useful in giving him this devious idea. The next time his brothers did something especially egregious that warranted punishment, he will simply string them up from the ceiling and make them watch as he takes you - even just the idea of it fills him with enormous pride.

One night, after your little fashion show date, things were getting hot and heavy in your room. Asmodeus was making out with you in a rather passionate fashion as your hands found the way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it off. As you begin to pull on his belt, he grabs your hands, a devious smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. “Wait…I have an idea…” He pushes himself off of your bed, pulling one of Mammon’s plushies along with him. He props the plushie up on the dresser across from your bed before pulling out his DDD, making sure the plushie is holding it and the front facing camera is on. He looks back to you as you nod your consent, and he makes his way back to your bed, peeling off your pants and pushing your underwear to the side, leaning down to taste you as you let out the first of many moans. He would never dream of posting the video anywhere - but he definitely does text you little clips from it to tease you when he is craving more of you.

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lightlycareless · 19 days

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omgggg, that Toji x reader (*plus* Naoya) was incredibleee, ignore me if you want, I know you made Toji chosing to keep distance from reader and Megumi permanently BUT what if one day he ends up finally seeing Megumi, either personally or by pictures/videos 🥺 We know Megumi it's the spitted image of him, I mean, Gojo's face when he saw him for the first time said it all 😅 And also knowing his baby has the Ten Shadows technique (I cant stop thinking about how proud he was in the canon manga/anime 🥺 he always KNEW from the start Megumi was blessed/gifted, since his first breath, the fact Toji named him is not random) making the entire Zenin clan eat their shit

Heya anon!!

I'm so glad you liked it heheheheheheh a oneshot that I didn't intend to write but it just happened!! aren't we glad it did? lol

I didn't mean to ignore you, I was only focusing on other things first 😅 oof, I still have lots of request to go through, which I plan to do it slowly but surely...

Anyways, I might've not gone down that route, however... why not something angsty? I mean 😏I've had this in my mind so... yeah 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Warnings: mentions of infidelity. Pregnancy. Naoya is, unfortunately, a prick. this is the oneshot anon is talking about. 100% read that first hehe. this is an AU from that, so the second part doesn't count??? I guess. excuse the proofreading. also I haven't written toji that much so please excuse my oocness as well ahahahahha :')

Happy reading!

As much as the three hoped to ignore the bases of your pregnancy, behave as it didn’t rise from an adulterous act, a direct transgression to the principles of the Zen’in, and keep it a secret, it wouldn’t take long before the guilt in each other’s mind began to weight heavy on their mind, ultimately betraying them and revealing the truth to the light, excusing the angered elders to finally get rid of two birds with one stone.

“Where—Where does this accusation even come from?!” You gasp, blood turning cold at the implication—at the notion of the truth. “Do you know the gravity of such words?!”

“Better than you of the act, it seems.” Another accuses. “We were quite aware of the rumors surrounding your ill-fitting behavior, but we never believed it would actually extend to this point!”

“I—I won’t tolerate neither of you disrespecting me!” you cry. “Nor will Naoya for that matter!”

But calling for his aid would no longer prove sufficient, for Naoya, too deep in his own insecurities by that point, had come to the disheartening conclusion that this situation had gotten way out of hand for a simple diversion.

A supposed act of mercy.

He shouldn’t have let this happen in the first place, should’ve respected what you and your marriage represented, what meant to him, and discard his pity for Toji—the man has been alone most of his life, what difference would that make that now?

But he didn’t, he allowed you to go to Toji—no, he handed you over to him, thinking he was doing something right for his cousin, or perhaps something deep inside him was allured by the sick idea of you being with another man and now, he was suffering the consequences.

Consequences he did not like, not one bit—because it got too real for him: you were now pregnant, with Toji’s child, and not his.

And this only highlighted what he considered the pitfalls of this relationship, a strike against his ego and the supposed inability to beget children, a rumor that grew bigger and bigger by each passing day, spreading like wildfire to the point where even outsiders became aware of it.

Which, for a prideful man like Naoya, was only a nightmare.

He loved you, he really did—Naoya never envisioned spending the rest of his life with anyone else…

But he loved his pride more, and when his clan began to actively confront him about it, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And thus….

“…Naoya?”

“This marriage was broken before it even started.” Your husband would say, unexpected words that pierced straight to your heart. “My family advised me well in avoiding you, but I falsely believed I could achieve differently.”

“What—what are you even saying?” you breathe. “What do you mean by—by differently?”

And… where does everything you lived with him stand?

The time you spent with him, the sweet nothings he’d whisper into your ear, to love you both swore to one another, reminding each other that there was no one else that compares…

And that you were the only woman who has ever made him feel this way—loved— and would do everything in the world to make happy…

Was it… all … a lie?

All for… nothing?

Or were you the only one that actually believed the other’s words?

“I cannot look past these transgressions.” Naoya continues. “You’ve left me no choice.”

“But you—you made me do this!” you gasp. “I never—I never wanted to be with anyone else! All this time, my heart only belonged to you! How could you—how could you abandon me after all we’ve gone through together?!”

Naoya doesn’t say anything else anymore, instead, he simply turns around, exiting the room to leave you in the hands of the vengeful elders who did not hesitate to do what they had long desired—banish you from the estate.

Swiftly yet cruelly, you wouldn’t be able to take anything with you, not even a change of clothes or even money (you didn’t even ask for much, just enough to survive the week) as you were forced to face a new life of your own—alone, pregnant.

Going back to your family was also out of the question; the shame that you’d bring upon their name was one the Zen’in didn’t not waste time to remind them of—at the end, there was only so much your father and siblings could do against the invasive ways of the elders, and perhaps, a part of them deep inside, were also disappointed that you’ve succumbed to such foul thing.

And so, you were tossed onto the street, with nothing more than the clothes you were wearing, whatever you had for savings throughout the years, managed to take it out before either clan could close your account—but most importantly, with a broken heart you believe will never heal, not after the grave wound your husband’s indifference inflicted on it.

The pain you couldn’t even mourn properly due to all the things you had to worry about now.

The first thing you did was search for a place to stay, though getting one was proving to be an almost impossible task.

Thankfully, you were allowed to keep one other thing, maybe it eluded their minds when all this was happening, but you’re not going to question why when it was going to help you pay for a roof.

Naoya’s ring, your wedding ring, was something many would consider expensive, the kind of flashiness expected from a prestigious family like the Zen’in.

You remember a time when any kind of ring would’ve been enough for you to marry him. You didn’t need anything extraordinary to commit your life and heart to him.

That’s nothing but a far cry from what you felt now.

It still hurt to pawn it, but it was the only way you could accommodate yourself and the unborn child inside you, in the only area you could afford with what you got, for even then many suspected that your ring… well, had dubious origins.

When was the last time you even had to worry about the costs of living? Food, clothes, water…?

Many years—it had to; ever since you got together with Naoya, he’s been the one that took care of you.

You just had to say the word and he’d disappear all of your worries—even from the simplest of wants, Naoya indulgingly obliged.

It was a happy life you eventually considered for your child—imagining how happy they’d grow to be without a single worry, solely focusing on what they’ll have to play that day, or how to escape their over doting parents.

A long-gone dream, tossed to the side as a nightmare quickly took its place.

…

Did Naoya ever mean the words I love you?

Or was he doing all this just to keep you there, complying, just in case someone better came along, just like his clan wished would happen?

There mere thought of his devotion being nothing but an act tightens your heart with sorrow once more, gifting you the tragic notion that perhaps, all this time, you never knew your husband…

Maybe ex-husband, by this point.

All that was left from those moments, the slightest semblance of that marriage was this baby, created from what you thought your unconditional devotion to him, turning out to be your very own downfall.

The only one that would know of these struggles would be your baby, the one to accompany you through the darkest point of your life, hopefully to a brigther dawn.

And yet… you’ve never felt so alone.

Time surprisingly, went quicker than you anticipated, though not as easy as you would’ve wanted.

Life in your new home was still very difficult to get used to, even when it’s been months since… that.

But with the job you managed to get (whatever place hired pregnant women—they’re supposed to be at home, some would say, you didn’t care.) and some extra jujutsu work you did on the side, you managed, enough to give you a, not exactly comfortable, but just enough lifestyle.

As long as you sacrificed all the things you once considered granted and turned them into luxuries: such as warm showers, take out, and the sweets you liked to indulge once in a while; your pregnancy has been horrible because of that, and that’s without considering the medical bills you’re struggling to pay as well.

But if that wasn’t enough, your noisy neighbors presented issues of their own as well.

You’re not going to deny that your presence there was like moths to a flame, starting from your somewhat suspicious acquisition—all cash—of the small house you were living in.

From there, your loneliness, alongside your pregnancy; single mothers were unheard of, or rather, highly criticized, thus, all eyes were on you, down to your smallest movement.

Yet, even then, as annoying as they were, you were ok as long as it meant you never get to see those that hurt you ever again.

However, what you want isn’t necessarily what’s going to happen, and that would be reminded of one fateful night with an unsuspecting knock, just after you were getting ready to go to bed.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone came to bother you, but it would be the first time someone did so at this hour, and with such insistence that far from worrying you, it made you angrily storm at the entrance, ready to demand who’d be so inconsiderate enough to visit you so late at night!

And you’d get your answer soon enough, in the most shocking, horrifying, if not sorrowful manner you could’ve possibly anticipated, prompting you to close the door as soon as you saw his face, or attempted to, his reflexes much faster than yours.

“Get—get away from me!” you shrieked, hands trembling as you did your best to hold the door shut against his overwhelming strength— but even your husband has admitted that in terms of power, he excels like no one else.

“Y/N—” he breathes, somewhat amused that you’d been able to hold him off as much as you could, though eventually he was able to break free from your grasp and enter your home, you step away from him soon after.

“What are you even doing here?!” you gasp. “No—that doesn’t matter! I don’t want to see you! I’m not going back!”

“I’m not here to take you back” He quickly responds, eyes falling down to your stomach, making his face soften at the subtle bump evident through your clothes—with this sight, he knows he can’t take you back.

“Then—then why are you here, Toji?”

Perhaps Toji needed to see through his own eyes, what the whispers went on about at the estate regarding your absence.

He wasn’t there when it happened, promised himself to be far away from you as soon as your pregnancy was announced to the estate.

Toji would’ve normally taken this opportunity to act on retribution against his family, rub it on their face that the future of the clan came from him, a low life.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do so when you cheerfully paraded around the halls, happy to finally be forming a family with your beloved husband, even though it wasn’t of his making.

For the first time in his life, he thought himself to be too cruel for having planned such atrocities against the only person that has never been rude with him, always welcoming him with a smile on your face, or at least whatever you permitted when not following Naoya around like a lost puppy.

And the baby… well, he won’t deny that he was glad that his child would have a vastly different life from his—with you as his mother, it couldn’t be any other way.

Or so he believed.

Even when promising to keep away, he still attempted to check in on you, especially now that you were pregnant, whenever he had to go to the estate that is. That day was no be no exception, begrudgingly coming back to see what else he could scam out of his family to ensure his living outside.

Toji’s slyly scanned the hallways for your figure, the briefest indication of such, either through your giggle, staff, or even his cousin’s annoying voice—there were moments where he imagined how delightful it must’ve been to have you by his side, instead of Naoya’s; to be receiver of your laughter instead of that man who clearly didn’t deserve you.

But even if it was with him, he still found comfort in the fact that you were around, there.

Not like now, gone from Naoya’s side.

In fact, you were nowhere to be seen! Not with your staff, not eating by the gardens, or even indulging in one of your husband’s idiocies.

Nothing.

And no one had seen you either.

Or more like didn’t want to say, that much became evident when he stomped his way towards a nearby staff member, demanding your whereabouts, only to be responded with a fret falsely feigning ignorance, or foolish diplomacy.

At the prospect of your disappearance, Toji felt his blood run cold, almost like the estate lost whatever little warmth it had, worsening each time he asked another servant, and he’d get the same answer.

The implications behind your absence were growing heavier in his mind, to the point it sunk his heart to his stomach…

And propelled him to the one person who would undoubtedly know where you were.

“Naoya—Where is Y/N?!” Toji commands the moment he sees the heir, the young man instinctively flinched at the sight of his angered cousin, almost as if he knew what was running through his mind and attempted to make a run for it, only to be stopped by the collar, dead on his tracks. “Do not run away, coward! Answer me!”

“She’s—she’s not here anymore.” Is what Naoya manages to squeak, but Toji doesn’t need to be reminded the obvious.

“Where. Is. She.” He hisses, the worst of his assumptions slowly becoming a reality. “What have you done to her?!”

“What—what needed to be done!” Naoya gasps. “I—I couldn’t allow it!”

Toji doesn’t remember much after Naoya told him that the clan decided she was better off on her own—only that the heir was on the floor, bloodied and whimpering while attempting to cover his face, either trying to control the throbbing of his skin, the blood from spilling anywhere else, or perhaps even shame.

No. It couldn’t be the last. To have done something like what he did required a shameless man to do so.

Nonetheless Toji didn’t bother to find out nor to be reprimanded, quick to assert what needed to be done and heading out the estate; he couldn’t even bother cursing those that had done nothing but the worst after the worst, each time a new low, for his mind solely pertained in finding you.

It took him a while to do so, as expected, but he knew it was only a matter of asking around for a woman that simply didn’t fit to do the job—and such, here he is now.

“I want—needed to see you.” Toji takes a step closer.

“Get—get away from me.”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“You were fine doing that before—what’s so different from now?” You spat.

“This is different, Y/N. You’re alone—and you need me.”

“I’m not alone—I don’t need you.” You gasp. “Get away from me or I’ll—I’ll call the police!.”

“If you don’t need me, then the baby does.”

It’s like he struck a nerve with his words, because soon after tears would begin to fall down your cheeks, revealing that the sight you attempted to portray, the strength you so fiercely put up against him, was nothing but a façade, a way to hide the fact that indeed, you needed help.

Exhausted from facing all these uncertainties on your own, afraid.

But not anymore, not when Toji was here, more than willing to step in, as seen in the way he swiftly holds you in his arms when he sees you almost faint from distress, attempting to comfort you as you continued to cry.

“Get— get away from me…!” you’d say again, still fighting against his hold. However, he doesn’t fight it, he simply allows you to vent, taking in all the pain and hatred your heart harbored from the moment you were kicked out of the estate. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not leaving” Toji insists, he feels you trying to squirm your way out from him, but his strength doesn’t allow it. “You can struggle all you want, but I’m not leaving you on your own—”

“What difference does it make to you? Your family abandoned me to my luck! And even forced my family to do the same!” you breathe, Toji’s eyes widen—he did not know that; his fury for the Zen’in grows, but this is not the time to deal with that. “They don’t care if I die on the street!”

“I know.” He murmurs, holding you tighter against him.

“And I—And I tried my best to—to move on, but I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sob. “I’m so alone, and scared, and—and ashamed! I don’t want to live like this anymore!! I don’t want to die!”

“…I know.”

“Why—why is this happening to me?! All I ever wanted was for—was for Naoya to love me. I never wanted anything else! I never wanted money, I never wanted to hurt anyone either! I just—I just wanted to live a happy life with him, to make him happy!

But then he—he tossed me away, at one thing he didn’t like, he acted like I didn’t even matter! He didn’t even put up a fight to defend me! he just—he just let them hurt me, like what we had was—a lie!

Did he never—did he even love me?”

Speechless, all Toji could do is continue holding you as you kept on pouring out your feelings, hearing the heart wrenching sound of your sobs that just kept reflecting how wounded you were by Naoya’s betrayal, the transgressions of his family, and the disappointment of yours.

And all because of something you didn’t even suggest in the first place. It was him who made his way into Naoya’s mind, and eventually, it was Naoya who pushed you into it, regardless of what happened later.

He wanted to do it; you know?

He wanted to go back there and murder them for all they’d done against you.

But when he left that place one last time, he promised he would stop thinking about himself, and start doing what is right—what was needed.

If Naoya wasn’t to step up and be a man, then he would.

Toji would gladly throw away his own pride, his own anger and thirst for vengeance, just to see you safe and happy once more.

Things your husband, could simply not—but he… he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I promise you.” Toji would reassure you once carefully placing you down to the bed after tiring yourself from crying, followed by a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“I swear, Y/N— I will not let my family do the same things they’ve done to me to our child. Even if it costs me my life, I will do everything in my power to keep the two of you safe.”

And unlike your husband, he means it.

Yes, a second part is coming :) just gotta put this one out first hehe.

Anyways, it's not exactly what you asked but I think it's going there??? I mean Toji STEPPED UP and was like OK imma take care of my baby mama. also, here Naoya .I. put it where it fits. ugh, can't say we're done with him...

agihajkgksa I'm excited for what's to come, I haven't written this level of angst in a while!! oof!!!

Thank you so much for your patience and for sending this ask :> I'm super happy you've like my oneshot so much!! I hope you'll be able to like this too!!

Take care, and see you soon! ❤️❤️

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dinogoofymutated · 18 days

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So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable.

He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences.

A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

“Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

“What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty.

You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right.

You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

“I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

“Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling.

Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached.

But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gentle touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway.

It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often.

Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

“Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment.

“... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back.

You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #cable headcannons #cable x reader #cable xmen #nathan summers x reader #nathan summers #nathan summers headcannons #Cable imagines

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nokkiart · 5 months

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I cant believe its finally happened! My kids are in Shanghai Disneyland!!

Earlier this year, I had the most amazing opportunity to build 10 puppets for the new Zootopia street show! It was an absolute dream come true to not only be building puppets for a Disney resort, but to also be making real-life versions of characters that my Disney animation friends worked on in the original film!

I made all the baby bunnies (who I absolutely adore with my whole heart), the older sisters, and the elephants who can spray the audience.

This was also my first experience doing *professional* puppet fabrication and it led me to pursue my major career change this past year because I enjoyed it so much!

Fun fact: we made a bunch of different clothing for the babies. And since there wasn't a specific design for each one, I got to pick out their outfits! And if you look closely, the one in the pink shirt is actually wearing a Gazelle concert shirt that I gave her! ^^

If anyone happens to be going to Shanghai Disneyland, please send me photos or videos of the street show! I'd love to see more of what these guys are up to in the big city!! ~<3

#zootopia #shanghai disneyland #disney #disneyland #rabbits #bunnies #judy hopps #elephant #character design #puppet #fabrication

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thealexanderfiles · 6 months

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DCU from a Marvel fans limited perspective

recently i've accidently been sucked into the DCU universe, mostly Bat family, if i'm being honest, and although i've never watched a single movie/episode, this is what i have gathered from purely reading the occasional fanfiction/lots of tumblr posts

SPOILERS i guess

There are A LOT of batkids

Bruce Wayne adopts these motherfuckers like they're some kind of limited edition pokemon set

no one is actually sure how many there are but if you have black hair and blue eyes and live in gotham, Batman doesn't care if you've got parents or not. you're coming home with him

There appears to be five Robins and Batman goes though these children like a chainsmoker with a pack of cigarettes

people die a lot

Thats okay though because people come back to life a concerning amount as well

Jason Todd died and came back to life by being dumped in a pit of magical water

Damien Wayne is the only biological child of Bruce and he mentions this a lot

Dick Greyson was the first Robin and the first adoption and i think he and Bruce got in a fight and he left to become Nightwing

Jason Todd stole the Batmobile's wheels and became the second Robin. after he came back to life he became Red Hood

Tim Drake was not an orphan, he just fit Bruce's target demographic and was conveniently close (I mean come on, it's like express shipping) He is also some kind of super-genius. He was the third Robin but became Red Robin/Drake

Stephanie brown(?) was the fourth robin(?), not sure for how long. People get upset when other people forget. I think she's called Spoiler or something

Damien Wayne is the final Robin. Hes this assassins son and im pretty sure Talia dropped him off at the Wayne Manor and said, "I had him through the terrible twos, you get the teen years'

Not entirely sure if Tim runs Wayne enterprises

Brucie wayne is the funniest fucking thing i swear

He's so stupid

not sure is Tim, Dick and Jason follow Bruce's lead and become absolute airheads as well

Alfred is a butler

Alfred has guns

There's someone called Duke and Cass knocking around

The Justice League think Batman works alone

someone in the JL is allergic to the colour yellow

there is a concerning amount of Danny Phantom x DC crossover fics

sames goes for Miraculous

Tim Drake is Bi and for some reason people don't like that

internet is divided on whether of not Batman is a bad dad

#OnlyInGotham is a thing?

Gotham is like an australian NYC

the Riddler is a not funny, less aggressive version of the Joker

apparently Alcatraz and Arkham are different prisons but thats on me

there's a whole group of superheroes out there, each have strong powers and they decide to leave the most dangerous city to the member that has no powers and dresses up as an anthropomorphic bat and runs around the city causing copious amounts of property damage with his children

there is a girl called barbra? Gordon

there is a criminally small amount of content for the girls

for some reason people ship the bat kids together, ike, anytime you have to remind yourself 'its TECHNICALLY not incest is Not Good'

Clark Kent is running round acting as if his reading glasses are the only thing standing between a normal life and CHAOS and the worst thing is that he is right

i am a MCU fan and i was SO sure that Deadpool was MCU but now i'm not so sure

Fandom likes to have this troupe that Bruce wayne doesn't believe batman exists when obviously the superior troupe is that Gotham is pretty sure they are exes

teen titans and young justice are a thing but i cant figure out which robin is who.

Damien Wayne has enough animals to open a zoo

who tf in the batfam are metas?????

Batman has definetely used the Tired Dad voice on villains and the Brucie Wayne voice on the JL

Bruce Wayne has contingency plans if someone discovers his contingency plans

THERES A PLACE CALLED THE FUCKING BAT BURGER???????

it took 2 robins until batman realized that a small child running around in a vest top and speedos was not the greatest idea

Someone needs to tell me, like right now what's going on, where to start and what to read. bc rn im LIVING on chaotic fics

#bruce wayne #brucie wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #dc robin #dc comics #dc universe #someone pls tell me what DC means im actually loosing my mind here #batfam

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sanemisfleshlight · 2 years

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Innkeeper

kinktober day one. even though this was posted at 1:15am we're counting it!

Akaza x reader

warnings: underage blogs DNI, slowburn, jealously, fingering, unprotected sex, mating press, cervix fucking, & squirting.

edited: 03•18•23

Deep in the chilling mountains stood a homely, rustic Inn. The only sight of civilization for miles. With busting winds and heavy snows got in the way of Sun coming up anytime soon. Good thing for Akaza because he's been scrambling for shelter for a few hours now. If he was in a warmer climate there'd be no hope for him. He could see the chimney billowing out smoke, and seen a warm, dim lighting seeping through the cracks of the shutters and door. At this moment he didn't care if the sight of him scared the patrons of the Inn. If they have a problem with him, they can be his breakfast.

He enters the Inn, with a ring of the bell alerting his presence to you beautiful, young woman in furs pouring a cup of tea to a man who's back is to him. "Just take a seat anywhere and I'll be right with you." you said while finishing up filling the man's cup, and finally able to make eye contact with Akaza. He was expecting a fearful look in your eye, for you to cower in fear. But you didn't, at least not yet "You.. sure?" he questions. You shown with no indication of fear, no quiver to your voice when you said "Of course" with a smile. He just stood there shock and dumfounded. You walked over to add another log into the fire. Once finished you turned over to notice he was still standing there.

You give a sigh, "You're not the first of your kind to be here, and you're certainly not the last." You proceed to gesture to the man you just served. He turned his head to give Akaza a wave, with long fingers with sharp claws. And deep, green eyes that resembled a snake's. The moment he read 'Upper Three' in Akaka's golden eyes, he proceeded to tense up, stood straight up, and gave a bow. "I-Its and honor, sir" he said still bowed over, trembling. "your good." Akaza waved off the suck up, in a disinterest tone. Akaza proceeded to sit by the fire to embrace the warm flame, even though the warmth isn't needed. You proceeded to hand him a wool blanket for comfort. Then bend over start to pour him a cup of Tea. Which shown a shown your cleavage, despite to be covered in furs. He gave a flustered thanks, while blushing and trying his best to avert his glaze, and took a gulp of your homemade tea. Which taste of citrus and.. blood, animal blood to be exact. He definitely believe you know that the lower demon and himself weren't your first demonic customers. "This.. taste great, thank you, ma'am." which made you giggled. "No need to be so formal, I'm just an Innkeeper who serves anyone who stops by, I'm assuming you need a room until sunset?" you asked. "Uh.. yea" he replied starstruck still surprised a beautiful human could easily accept his existence and company. "Alrighty I'll grab your key, feel free to pay after your drink." you said with a gorgeous smile and walked off to your counter. And all he can do is watch after you, seeing your hips sway despite your layers.

After his first encounter with you, Akaza has become a regular patron of yours. He's been visiting you for half a year. Whenever he's able too, even if it's an inconvenience for him. He even almost burned to a crisp rushing up the mountain too see you, now that summer is here. He knows the risk but he cant pass off your warmth. Especially now you've change your wardrobe from thick wools and furs. To skirts and shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. he'll never admit it but it's definitely his guilty pleasure to watch you real closely whenever you lean over to serve anyone or himself. Whether he gets a peak of your lace panties you seem to always wear, or the matching bra he'll see when you bend down to serve him tea. He'll drink copious amounts of tea, despite the downgrade from human blood to animal blood.

He used to always judge men, for being so weak with their urges. To the point that they'd be creeps, now look at him stooping to their level. He's never felt this attracted to anyone before, not even his late fiancé. He certainly loved her and respect her, But something about you is absolutely ravishing. Not only that but your so sweet, funny, and charismatic. He feels the need to be in your company constantly. But sadly he can't keep you to himself, especially since Douma has caught wind of his extra curricular activities.

Which completely enrages him, Douma notice Akaza's changed in demeanor. And of course took it upon himself to figure out way. In doing so he's been having quite fun pushing Akaka's buttons relentlessly. By lingering his hands on your hips while he passes you, to holding your hands awfully long whenever you pour him a cup of tea, To paying you in extravagant jewels and kimonos that would compliment your features. Which makes Akaza want to rip his head and throw it out the window on a sunny day. Knowing that Douma's trying to win your heart just so he can defile you, and kill you. Whenever he sees you in the same room with Douma, he will refuse to leave until Douma does. if he arrives to your Inn, to walk into Douma's scent not only around but on you does to his handsy self. He'll stay for a whole week till he's sure Douma's busy with his cult.

Which leaves him sitting by the fire, clutching on to his cup so tight its starting to crack, visibly shaking with rage. Watching you fall into Douma's lap, due to an 'accidentally tripping over something' due to it being orchestrated by Douma himself. Of course Douma used this 'opportunity' to catch you with his hands grasping your thighs, surprisingly your skirt isn't showing your panties, despite it being rid up so high that its almost getting to that point. Which gave douma the courage to start whispering dirty pick up lines in your ear, in making you blushing beet red. "Uh.. L-let me go" you gulped out "gr-grab your tab.. for you" you muster out while slipping out of his lap. Scurrying off to go behind your counter while Douma lets out a chuckle. While maintaining unsettling eye contact with Akaza across the room, bring his tea to his smirking lips, and giving Akaza a wink. Which resulting in Akaza shattering his cup, and spilling his blood on his pants. Which brought out a busting laugh from Douma.

You turn to see what the commotion is all about. You proceeded to let out a gasp when you see the blood pouring from Akaza's hand. You rush over to him and quickly grab his wrist and whip out a rag from your apron to wrap around his hand. "It's alright. I've healed already" he says while gentling grabbing your hand of the rag to take off. You looked down, your eyes widening in surprise. Blushing for being an idiot for forgetting. Which made a gentle smile graze Akaza's face, he couldn't resist with how cute your blushing face is. "W-well your pants are ruined! You must come with me, I have an extra pair for you" you explained. You grabbed his hand and proceeded to pull him out of his chair, leading him upstairs to your room. Which honestly made his undead heart skip a beat to you inviting him to your room.

Upon enter room, he scanned the room to see your taste. Furs on the bed, an large collection of herbs and candles, a dying fire from the hearth, dried flowers over the mantle, & a large brown bear skin run in front of the fireplace. "Go on and take a seat on the bed" you said while opening a large chest in the corner. "You wouldn't even believe how many people leave their pants in the room, to be never returned." you searched through while grabbing a few pairs. Bringing them over for Akaza to review while you take a seat beside him. "T-thank you" he says while looking through the pants, always surprised with how much kindness you’ve treated him.

"So.. what drove you to hurt yourself" you asked, which made him look like a deer about to get trampled. You two proceeded to sit in silence, staring at each other. He went through a whole list of excuses running through his thoughts. But watching the warm light from the fire glaze over your face, make your eyes glow so beautifully. He decided to tell the truth "I didn't like watching Douma flirting with you" he said while looking away into the fire. "H-how come?" you asked with a nervous gulp and blush. Your heart fluttering hoping he's going to say what you've been wishing for. After bonding and getting to know him for the past few months. "Because he's a prick trying to get with you to make me jealous" he said angering, while glaring into the fire. You wanted to comfort Akaza, you really did. But you couldn't help but smile. "Does.. Does this mean you like me?" you ask hopefully. Which caught him off guard, so he turn to look at you. Expecting an interrogation, instead witnessing the most beautiful smile. "Y-Yes, I really do"

If you weren't sitting, you'd be jumping. You had the most giddiest smile, you just couldn't wait no longer. You grab his muscular shoulder, and lock lips with him. Honestly Akaza needed to reboot for a minute, he was wide eye, trying to process what just happened. Once coming to his senses, he grabbed your waist with left and ran his right through your hair, Deeping himself into the kiss while pulling you closer.

After a few minutes of making out, he gently laid you down onto the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Slipping his hand up your skirt and in between your plush thighs. Rubbing against your folds with your wet panties blocking complete access. Which released a breathy moan from you. Which encourage him to rub circles on your clit, bringing out more moans from you. While a tight tent grows against his bloody pants. He moves from your lips to your neck licking and sucking, searching for your sweet spot. In the haze of this you didn't realize he moved your panties to the side until he was already a knuckle deep into you. Pushing his finger passed your folds and deeper into you. Which gave an unexpecting loud moan from you.

Akaza gave an aroused groan from that wonderful sound. In half a second he manage to rip off the front of your shirt and bra. Releasing your breasts from their confinement, making them bounce. He immediately took one in his mouth and grabbed the other with his free hand, giving it a soft squeeze. You couldn't believe this was happening, it made your heart swell that you finally got what you've wanted. Since living in the secluded part of the mountains can be awfully boring. At this moment instead of adding a second finger, he added three. Which practically got you screaming. Akaza couldn't care less in being gentle anymore. He has such a huge ego boost, He wants to make sure Douma hears EVERYTHING from downstairs. So he knows he doesn't get the satisfaction to bring such pleasure to you.

His tent in his pants started to get very uncomfortable, if his pants had a zipper and he wasn't a demon. His little fighter would be a goner. Since he knows you won't let him leave in the pants he's been wearing, there's no point in keeping them intact. He proceeded to pause what he was doing to literally rip off his own pants, the same way he ripped of your shirt. You prop yourself on your elbows, to get a look. You couldn't help but bite your lip while looking up at him on his knees. Starring at his seven inch, veiny member. You'd be more nervous of his girth if you've haven't been anticipating this for so long.

He got on all fours, his hands resting beside either sides of your head. He gave you a fury of gentle kisses, while he teases his tip against your entrance. Rubbing his precum against your folds, then started to rub it against your clit. Bringing out breathy moans from you, since the rest of your voice was trapped in your throat.

After enough teasing he couldn't wait, his animal instincts took over. He went all in, bottoming out in one go. Which let out a scream out of you, since you weren't prepared. With no chance of adjusting but you don't blame him. You've both have been waiting too long. He grabbed on your hips and went at it, no mercy. He had to hold on you tight, otherwise he'd push your head into the fire.

You'd be embarrassed of how quick he got your legs shaking, if you weren't so focus of his girth rubbing against all your walls. He got up on his knees, to flip your legs over his shoulders. Holding onto your thighs making them bruise. Angling his hips upwards hitting your G-spot, over and over. Having you a screaming, panting mess, while your eyes roll over into the back of your head. As he's watching your tits bounces so aggressively, he's watching you struggle find anything to grasp onto. Settling to grab onto the bearskin rug your laying on. "Ugh-FUCK!" Akaza groans out loudly. "By Muzan your so fucking tight, I can't believe I've waited this long" Akaza exclaims.

As he's about to reach his high and by the looks of you being a babbling mess, your about to as well. He folds your legs against your your chest, making your tits squish together making them look fantastic. This angle make his tip kiss your cervix perfectly, making you sequel. He pounds into your cervix repeating, to the point your gushing fluids all over his cock, soaking his chest. Which makes you blush so red that you start to cover your face and arousing him so much that he release the good ole dad sneeze. Milking your cunt so good, to the point its starting to cream that the base. Once your highs have been ridden. He pulls out and spreads your legs to watch his cum to start dripping to your anus. Before it can he fingers it back up to your pussy and pushes it back in. Then proceeds to lay beside you on the rug. Pulling your hands away from your face and giving them a kiss in reassurance.

"Don't worry, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen" he tells you, earning another blush from you. You giggled and cuddle up to him "That- was amazing". "I'm glad you've enjoyed yourself" He smirks while putting his hands through your hair. "Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate if we go again. To assure that Douma doesn't bother you no more." Which made you give him a smirk, as you sit up to straddle his lap. "Why of course I don't mind" you then give him a deep kiss.

#Demon Slayer #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #demon slayer #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #akaza #akaza smut #akaza x reader #Sanemisfleshlight #douma #kimetsu douma #kny douma #akaza x y/n #kny akaza

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biggiedraws · 1 year

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WHO was gonna tell me theres a fucking soukoku snow white scene in dead apple. who was gonna fucking tell me. i didnt watch dead apple the first time i watched the show (anime watch orders will be the death of me i swear) but i finally got around to it and im losing my goddamn mind. its like a one minute scene but it has SO MUCH. chuuya uses corruption even though ango told him dazai was probably dead??? dazai knew to keep the antidote in his mouth because he knew chuuya would come find him and punch him in the face??? the level of mutual trust is UNREAL. and then dazai wakes up and touches chuuyas face to undo the corruption and they like halfheartedly tease each other because theyre IDIOTS who cant ever be genuine with their feelings..... "you used corruption, believing in me? how beautiful. [i knew you would come for me]" "yeah, i did. i believed in your disgusting vitality and craftiness. [enough to stake my life on it]" "that was a somewhat violent way of waking snow white. [thank you for saving me]" "youre the one who hid an antidote in your mouth, knowing id punch you. [im glad youre alive]" theyre so affectionate i am going to throw up

and thats not even mentioning chuuya landing face first in dazais crotch and dazai HOLDING HIM THERE????? i dont even have anything to say about that whole exchange. who wrote this fucking movie i just wanna talk

anyway look at this official art. the snow white parallel is making me insane i cannot believe this is actually canon. yeah they didnt kiss, but did snow white intentionally let herself get poisoned because she knew the prince would save her??? its literally more romantic this way change my mind

#they make me so ill #biggie stop getting queerbaited challenge!! (FAILED)#bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bsd dead apple

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torusangel · 7 months

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I was never good at goodbye | Gojo Satoru

Description: Everyone celebrated as they watched unlimited hollow purple hit but their celebrations fell on deaf ears. Your gut felt terrible, like your heart just got ripped from your chest; and it did.

Warnings⚠️: Manga spoilers!!, character death, angst, tears, tears, tears

A/N: I’m so in my feels guys. It’s been a month and I’m still in shambles please forgive me 😭 next thing I post I promise it won’t be this depressing. I CANT BELIEVE THIS ANGST IS FR MY FIRST POST

The cheers around you faded into the background as pain ripped through your chest. Burned into your retinas was the sight of him being cut. Your world, your heart, you felt like you were on fire as silence soon replaced the celebration. You didn’t even recognize your own voice when you screamed. It was a horrible sound, like a wounded animal clawing for its taken child. A blood curdling scream that ripped through your entire body, the feeling shredding your throat, metallic taste of blood flooding your tongue.

Then it was quiet again. The gut wrenching pain subsided and was replaced by peace in a serene field. Why were you upset again? What happened? Questions flooded your brain and left as soon as they came. Stress seeped out of you, all it left in its wake was…. Him?

“Toru? How’d you get here?” you questioned suddenly seeing his familiar silhouette. He turned towards you with a sad smile and threw himself into your warm embrace, “what’s wrong?” it was scary seeing him like this. The strongest looking so defeated. The Satoru you knew would never let something get in the way of his overwhelming confidence in himself.

Tears stained your shirt while he desperately clutched you tighter, like if he let go you’d slip from his fingers, dispersing into the wind that would carry you away from him, “I don’t want to leave. This life I’ve built with you, these memories, your scent, I don’t want to forget.” soft words in choked sobs left your lovers lips. Suddenly you felt wet tears flooding your eyes and painting your cheeks, though you couldn’t figure out why you were crying anymore.

“I….. I can’t remember what’s wrong but please don’t cry Toru, I’ll always be here with you. I won’t let you forget.” your hands found themselves tangled in his hair, comfortingly brushing the snow white strands through your fingers. With each pass his breath steadied, and Satoru let himself melt into your loving touch.

“I’m sorry love, I was never good at goodbye. I’m just, so so tired.” he looked up from your chest to cup your face and finally meet your gaze. Delicately, he traced his fingertips across your face trying to commit every little detail to memory.

Slowly, the scenes of his fight started to comeback to you. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh. ‘Ah, this must be it then. He must’ve used everything he had left to make this last moment with me’ you thought. Oddly, it didn’t hurt. Perhaps it was because of this small place he made for you, maybe it was the fact you didn’t want him to feel burdened with the weight of the world anymore, maybe you just wanted his last memory of you to be happy, not just your pained cries for him.

The light breeze and sunshine on your skin was warm, just like him. Everything in this little world you two had created was like him. The earthy scent that filled your nostrils, dandelions that dances in the wind, and the wind that tickled your skin like his touch. Then there was him, you didn’t want to let him go either. You would’ve given anything to stay like this, in each others arms, for the rest of time rather than having to leave. But in your heart of hearts you knew, just like everything, this couldn’t last forever.

You took a deep breath to steady your shaking hands, placing them on either side of his face. He looked so peaceful, just as he always did when he slept by your side, “it’s okay Toru, it’s okay for you to rest now” he smiled, but his eyes stayed closed. White lashes against porcelain skin and his strong embrace engulfing you.

His body felt so heavy, all his strength slipping away in your arms. His lids were too heavy for him to pry open anymore, he knew his time with you was up. With the last breath he had, the last bit of energy he could feel still within him,

He kissed you.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk spoilers #gojou satoru x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk season 2 #jujutsu kaisen manga #satoru gojo #jjk anime #jjk angst #jjk manga spoilers #jjk 236

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kakashisenppai · 1 year

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hi! welcome back! may i request some dad!kakashi hcs?

omg just thinking about dad!kakashi makes my heart melt, i originally thought about him having a daughter but i think you can read it as it was a boy just aswell, and i imagine them being like 3-4yo. anyway, hope you like it! let me know what you think!!!

dad!kakashi who everyday wakes up early to make them breakfast, most times just simple animals shape pancakes that he knows it will make them smile.

dad!kakashi who cant never say no to them, of course he didn't want them to be spoiled but he couldn't deny anything they asked. playing with dolls? yes. dressing up as characters? sure. tea party? of course. playing in the mud? absolutely. drawing on the wall? make sure to hide it from you.

dad!kakashi who didn't think he was going to be a good father when you told him you we're pregnant, but couldn't imagine his life without your children now.

dad!kakashi who always took you two on walks by the creek, one hand holding yours and the other one on his pocket, watching carefully your children walk in front of you two, always getting distracted by their surroundings. most times his ninken were there too, and while you and him sat on the grass and enjoyed each other presence, they would play with your kid and you two would just watch it in pure bliss.

dad!kakashi who always carries them when they're asleep, holding them carefully and slowly walking back home, not wanting to wake them up after consuming so much energy after playing all day.

dad!kakashi who reads for them every night before they go to sleep, always making sure to change his voice in certain characters lines.

dad!kakashi who every night tells them 'i love you' before giving them a forehead kiss and making sure their puppy plush were there for them to hold at night.

dad!kakashi who sometimes does not wakes up early, but gets woken up in his favourite way instead, with your kid happy voice jumping on the bed and a caressing kiss on the cheek from you.

dad!kakashi who don't rush his kid way to the academy, if they want to be a ninja just like their parents its okay for him, he would teach they everything they wanted to know, but at the same time making sure they're happy and enjoying their childhood just like any other kid, no pressure at all.

dad!kakashi who loves just sitting on the couch, you three together plus the dogs, under the blanket and watching a movie peacefully on rainy days.

dad!kakashi who on the same day when the lights goes out because of the rain, tells histories to your kid, most of them about him and you, and how after so many years loving you he finally made you reciprocate his feelings, which you always corrected him saying you always did but he was too 'silly' to notice.

dad!kakashi who on the nights they would wake him up, afraid about the monster under the bed or hiding on their closet, he were always there to calm them down and to make sure there weren't any monsters, even threatening the said monsters if they dared to scare his kid again.

dad!kakashi who most of his days he liked to spend his time holding you tight, watching the little piece of love you two created together, not believing how he got so lucky.

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"but dad what if they come back?" he had been asked, watching the concerned look on his kid face.

"if they come back me and mom will be here to protect you pup, and they would have to deal with a very angry me for scaring you again, they would be in trouble for sure" he said stroking their hair.

"what are you going to do with them? are they going to be grounded?"

"worst, pup", he looked in their eyes with mischievous smile on his face "i'm gonna make them eat all the broccoli we have on the fridge".

"oh my god" they said afraid for the monsters.

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Anonymous: Ignore this if you want. For Alcina’s long lost child au. What if Miranda had found reader years later after they were put up for adoption? Like could you image the angst potential when Alcina realized she failed to protect reader? Lol why cant I ever let this be left nice? 😂 I just really love the potential angst for this au, so much to work with!

Yes! Now, this is interesting. I’m going to hc Y/N as a S.T.A.R.S member in Raccoon City. Just pretend the raid at the Spencer Mansion happens now instead of 1998. The plot points are pretty similar to the original au, except Miranda’s still alive and Y/N is in S.T.A.R.S. Alcina’s long lost child au here! Let’s get into it!

You had just been invited to join the elite S.T.A.R.S team and you were heading out on your first mission.

Jill Valentine was put in charge of your training and you’d already learned so much from her. She kindly reached over to pat your leg as you and the team were transported by helicopter to the old Spencer Mansion.

“How are you holding up?” She asked you.

You smile and blush… You might have a small crush on her. “I’m good. Together, we can get to the bottom of this mess.” You told her, hoping to seem in control and not flustered.

As the helicopter got to its destination and the team jumped out, something seemed off about the atmosphere in the Arklay mountains. The usual ambience of animals and birds was noticeably absent. A weird coppery smell also enveloped the area.

Just then, what looked like mutated dogs and zombified people started surrounding you and the team.

“Look alive!” Chris yelled and began shooting at them.

You all began firing your weapons and cutting down the undead horde in front of you.

After a few minutes of close combat, Wesker ordered everyone to save their ammo and retreat to the Spencer Mansion on foot.

You looked around and saw that an incoming zombie was about to attack Jill, so you provided cover fire and shoved her out of the way, making the creature focus on you instead.

“Make a break for it, everyone!” You yelled and shot an incoming zombie head-on. “I need to kill some of these faster sons of bitches! You won’t get far with them chasing you. Go now, while I’m distracting them!” You yelled.

Wesker seemed all too thrilled to let you sacrifice yourself, so he quickly made an exit to the mansion.

The remaining S.T.A.R.S. members couldn’t believe Wesker just abandoned you all like that and they were reluctant to leave you. But, you assured them that you would just stay long enough to create a diversion, then join up with them at the mansion.

Chris hollered at Jill, Barry, Rebecca, and Richard to get going. Finding out what was going on at the Spencer Mansion was of the utmost importance. The five sadly left you to fend off the undead by yourself, but not before Jill frantically tossed you some extra ammo and herbs.

You were doing alright at first, but in the foggy clearing ahead of you, a strange being seemingly materialized out of thin air.

You got distracted looking at the unknown entity and a zombie clawed and scratched you when it got too close. You yelped in pain as blood ran down your neck from the wound, but you kept shooting and making progress on the undead.

As the mysterious figure got closer, you realized that it was actually a statuesque blonde woman dressed in weird ceremonial attire.

She had an air of calm about her and waved her hand, causing weird plant-like appendages to sprout up from the ground and kill the rest of the zombies.

You couldn’t believe what you just saw and warily walked closer to the woman. “Hey, thanks for the save. How did you do that?” You asked, holding a hand on your neck to stem the bleeding.

The woman just laughs coldly. “A mother’s love is very powerful.” She tells you, smirking. “You are but an insignificant pawn in my truly brilliant plan, however, it is nice to finally meet my own child.” She says with a wicked grin.

“Wh-what? What are you-” You tried to ask, but the woman suddenly grabbed you by the neck and injected you with a needle.

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You ended up in Mother Miranda’s lab and she tortured you with painful testing and experiments. She wanted to test both your affinity to the cadou and if your body would quickly regenerate and recover after injury. If your body responded positively, she hoped you would make a good vessel for her Eva.

It seemed like you were there for months, but in reality, it had only been a few weeks.

Miranda kept you in a nasty cell and hardly fed you or gave you water.

You had started to lose hope of ever escaping, but one day, that changed.

Miranda had been out all morning, to your great relief, and the lab was finally devoid of your tortured screaming. At least it was quiet and calm for once.

But, someone new entered the lab. She was easily the biggest person you’d ever seen. She was elegant and wore the finest clothing.

You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, but she spotted you immediately.

“Yet another poor prisoner.” She said sympathetically, though seemingly resigned to your fate.

You had nothing to lose so you said hello to her. “Hi.” You offered in a small but conversational voice.

“Well, it talks.” She says and smirks as she makes her way closer to you.

“Uhh… Can I ask what you’re doing here?” You question. You hadn’t seen anybody except Miranda in the lab before.

The stranger smiles at your curiosity. “I’m here to drop something off for Mother Miranda. What about you, little mouse?”

“I’m not quite sure…” You say, furrowing your brows. “Mother Miranda is experimenting on me. She says I’m special.” You tell her.

Alcina raises an eyebrow at this. Miranda hasn’t been so interested in a single subject in a while. She feels a wave of sadness as she remembers that her own child was also one of Miranda’s obsessions.

“Special, hmm? I’m afraid that’s not a good quality to possess around Miranda.” Alcina says and rolls her eyes at the blonde’s lunacy. The Countess’s devotion to Miranda had been quickly snuffed out when she had to give her baby up because of her. The scientist-turned-priestess had ruined her life.

“Miranda keeps saying I’m her child or something and that’s why I’m useful to her. Is that like a cult thing?” You ask, hoping to gain some insight.

Alcina’s golden eyes go wide. She looks at you intently. “What did you say?” She asks in astonishment.

You’re surprised by Alcina’s reaction. “Well, I was just saying that Miranda keeps telling me that she’s my parent and I’m her kid. I don’t have any family, though. This whole village is pretty much a cult, right? Is this her attempt to indoctrinate me?”

Alcina feels her heart rate increase. You couldn’t be…? No, that’s not possible. Or is it? Alcina shakily clears her throat and bends down to your level. “Wh-what is your name, little one?” She asks. Alcina named you before sending you away, and now, she wanted to see if you really were hers. Your name was the only gift she could bestow onto you. Her tone as she asks you this is much gentler than it was when you first started your conversation.

You’re kind of freaked out by the intimidating woman’s sudden change in attitude. “Oh, um, my name’s Y/N. What’s your name?” You ask.

Alcina’s eyes immediately fill with tears. She brings a hand to cover her mouth as she lets out a sob. It really must be you… Her baby.

You begin to sweat at the woman’s weird reaction and timidly reach out to grab her hand and offer comfort. “Hey, it’s okay.” You tell her.

Alcina gently holds your hand and places it on her cheek, holding it there. Wow. She can’t believe it. You’re back after all this time. “Y/N…” She weeps and takes your hand to kiss your palm affectionately.

You blush profusely at the tall woman’s forward actions. “U-umm!” You stammer in embarrassment.

“Y/N, you’re safe with your mama, now. Okay? I’m going to get you out of here.” She promises through her heart-aching tears.

Wait. Did she just call herself your “Mama”? What the fuck? Where were all these “Parents” when you were growing up?

Before you have a chance to respond, Alcina easily rips the cell door open, consequences be damned.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. How did she do that?

Alcina kneels in front of the cell and opens her arms to you. “Y/N… I’m your birth mother. I didn’t give you up by choice, I swear to you, draga.” She confesses. “Please, come here, my darling.” She requests and motions you towards her.

Holy shit. This isn’t real. It can’t be… You’d given up on this fantasy of finding your mom long ago. But, what if it is true? You start to breathe heavily and your heart pounds in your chest. You dizzily make your way over to the giantess before your knees give out and you fall right into her awaiting arms.

Alcina cries as she holds you close and presses kisses all over your face.

Your tired body melts at the warmth of Alcina’s hold. You cautiously hug her back and feel tears of relief begin to fall. You finally feel safe. Your body shakes from the force of your hard sobs.

Alcina stands up and holds you in her arms while rubbing your back and soothing you. “It’s okay, little one. I’m right here, Y/N. Mama’s right here.” She whispers.

The vampiress is racked with guilt that she didn’t protect you well enough. How did Miranda even find you? Alcina is certain she’ll never truly get over this or forgive herself, but she stuffs the feelings down for the time being and focuses on comforting you. Her baby needs her.

Alcina just holds you and murmurs gently in your ear for a few minutes before she realizes that Miranda will be back soon. She’s got to get you out of here as fast as possible.

For now, she settles on bringing you back to the castle. She’ll figure out what to do next once you’re in less danger…

Note: I’ve got to break this into another part, but this was a blast! I hope you enjoyed it!

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil imagines #mother miranda #jill valentine #chris redfield

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