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moongreenlight · 5 months

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GIRLIE PLS I NEED MORE YOUNG HOUSEWIFE x PRICE 😭😭

Instead of starting every ask response with “sorry it took me so long to get to this I suck” I’m just going to issue a blanket statement that I have like 45+ asks in my inbox rn and I get so overwhelmed looking at them that I just ignore them until I need to write something. I love you all for messaging me I love hearing your ideas and compliments please don’t stop sending them just bear with me as I sift through them. <3

Also- I got legit death threats on my first post like this. I’d like to make this ABUNDANTLY CLEAR that this is a LEGAL AGE GAP. It’s not grooming, it’s not predatory, it’s ENTIRELY LEGAL. You’re early twenties. He’s mid-to-late-thirties. Please do not bite my head off.

Anyway I’m back on my Price and his young housewife bullshit below the cut. Xoxoxo

Here’s the OG post if you need a refresher

Mdni. Nsfw below cut.

There’s this scene in the MW3 campaign where Price and Farah are talking about where she got the missiles from and he’s trying to shoulder up with her, but she just shuts him down in the end. (Like always I hope you’ll trust me. Implicitly) (John Price the man that you are!!!!!!) and I really think that’s the household dynamic. He’s always the biggest in the room, but he’s got this incredible reverence and respect for women who can out-bitch him. Bends his rigid spine BACKWARDS for you. Would move mountains if you’d only ask.

Doesn’t always have to be serious things. Like maybe you’ve made friends with some moms in the neighborhood (it’s a point of pride for him that they’re all minimum 5 years older than you.) and they all go to this obscenely expensive Pilates class at six in the morning. You mention in passing that you’re signing up and the suburban white dad in him makes his ears perk.

“‘N how much ‘s this class going to cost me?”

“Dunno. Think it just goes on the account.”

“Course. Gym membership doesn’t cost enough as it is.”

And then all it takes is him seeing you in a matching workout set for all of his protest to die down. For SURE makes a comment about how he ‘didn’t know it’d be this worthwhile’

Loosely following that point, I think any real arguments get hostile very quickly. He’s not so egotistical that he won’t apologize, but I’m certain that it’s like pulling teeth to get him to that point. He can hold a grudge unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Borders heavily on immature when the two of you are in the thick of things. Starts shit just to start shit. (Secretly because he just loves makeup sex. Would rather eat you out until you’re sobbing than actually say the words “I’m sorry.”)

Having thoughts about him bringing you to some military ball. The both of you dressing up and sliding into the car that was sent for you just to sit on opposite ends of the backseat and not speak a single word. He burns through a cigar in record time and you toss back a few glasses of champagne. You both put on appearances getting out of the car. Hook your hand around his bicep while he shoves you inside with his hand on the small of your back. Hissing nasty quips back and forth about making this quick. Few hellos. Show your faces and then you can get home and get away from each other. Putting on appearances only goes so far, though, because when John is pissed- everyone feels it. Sucks the life out of a room and replaces it with an eerie feeling like a bomb’s about to go off.

He leaves you alone with a few other wives. Pulled away by Laswell with a promise of a ‘quick’ meeting. He comes back half an hour later fuming when he sees that somehow you’ve been pulled away from where he left you and found company chatting with his boys at the bar.

He gruffs some greetings before dragging you away by the arm so roughly that you have to stifle a yip.

“Are we leaving?”

“No.”

“So what is it, John? You’re making everyone think we’re miserable.”

“We are miserable.”

He’s yet to stop yanking you away. You have to do an awkward half-jog to follow him down a short hallway just outside the washrooms.

“Christ, would you just-“

“You look like a slag in that dress.”

He about throws you straight into the corner at the end of the hall. Muscles in his jaw ticking under the force that he’s using to grit his teeth.

“Sorry?”

His lips are brushing the shell of your ear. Bullying you further back into the wall. You’re entirely taken aback by his ferocity; especially because he usually prefers you wear something much more revealing than this. Some twisted point of pride, him seeing all the men your age drooling over you even after knowing you’re on his arm.

“Ought to let the boys pass you around. See if that won’t sort out that fucking attitude of yours.”

Theres some more protest from you, but it was entirely useless given how worked up he was. He ends up making good on his threat and shoving you into Ghost’s side when he brings you back out. He says something, but you can barely hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. Though you assume it’s a half-warning, half-explanation by the way Ghost snakes an arm loosely around your waist and gives a sharp nod. You get off relatively easy all things considered because Ghost is the only one smart enough not to take Price’s words at face value and sneak you away to some coat closet. That’s a permission granted only when John was present and in his right mind.

I cannot stress enough how much it gets him off to see you pregnant. Not like sexually, but he is nothing if not a glutton when it comes to feeding his ego. Likes it when you wear shirts that hug your swollen belly tight so he can see exactly how much your body is changing. Even better if they’re crop-tops that show off the skin that’s now littered with stretch-marks from growing his babies.

I have been saying this, but just to make it clear, he wants a small army of children. Like enough to have one of those trashy reality TV shows about how many kids you have. (In reality I’m getting 4/5 kids in total vibes) Loves coming home from work and seeing you carefully stirring a big pot on the stove while bouncing a baby on your hip, pulling a clingy toddler around on your leg, and situating your school-aged kids with their homework at the table.

But he most definitely hires a live-in nanny to help you out. Knows it’s not fair to leave you with that kind of responsibility. But also it just makes him so hot to see you mothering his kids that he needs to be able to take you away and not have to scramble to find something to occupy the kids.

Makes the nanny take over bath time more often than not so the two of you can take a bubble bath yourselves. He loves the casual intimacy of pouring two glasses of wine and having thirty or forty minutes to yourselves.

Having this visual of you before you’ve started having kids sitting in the tub after being strangely quiet all night. He offers you a heavily-poured glass of red and you’re a little glassy-eyed and staring up at him but making no move to take it.

“You alright, doll?”

“Mm?”

“Said you alright? Don’t want a drink?”

A long moment of silence from you. Long enough for him to perch on the rim of the tub and gently tip you up to look at him by putting a few fingers under your chin.

“John, I think I’m pregnant.”

“So no drink, then.”

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cindylcuwho · 29 days

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“ stepdad! matt headcanons ★ “

— ꒰ 🍒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ꒱ headcanons of stepdad matt (daughter)

— ꒰ 🐁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ꒱ none, just fluff!

— ꒰ 🗯️ 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ꒱ i might be warming up to dad fics idk we’re gettin there — also! for my baby @freshloveee

— ꒰ 🎀 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ꒱ lmao none for now i got rid of my old one

matt with a toddler (2-5 ish)

— matt didnt know you even had a kid. you two met at some random L.A party and after hitting it off and going on dates you always ended up at his house.

— but one night he offered to take you home and a kiss goodbye in the car turned into a kiss goodbye at the door then you two are stumbling inside and he’s pressing you against the door.

— just as he starts to trail kisses down your neck, quiet footsteps are heard running down the halls followed by the sound of a rather small human falling on the floor with a ‘plop’.

— you panickly push him off you, mama bear instincts rush in as you walk over to your sweet babygirl to see if she’s okay. the whole time matt is just watching from the door confused, thinking it must be your really small sibling until the child cheers out a ‘mommy!’ and excitedly bounces up and down on the ground.

— you pick her up, resting her on your hip before slowly turning to face matt. he’s speechless, you never mentioned having a kid before, but at the same time he fully understood why.

— he didn’t try and put up a fight when you ask him to leave, knowing it’s not his place to try and stay, but god a part of him really wanted to.

— surprisingly, you woke up the next morning to a good morning text and an offer of going out for breakfast with matt. you were hesitant, but still got ready and after dropping off your daughter at her usual daycare center you made your way to the diner.

— after that morning, and many mornings, you were finally ready for them to meet. matt was more than ecstatic when he finally got to formally meet her, and even brought a flower and asked for her permission to continue ‘seeing you’, which in response was just blabber.

— months later, you and matt were already dating and he was over everyday. he truly admired seeing how you worked motherhood, but still pitched in and took care of your daughter when you needed help- whether it was preparing her food or holding her whilst you ran to grab something.

— but a whole year later is a different story.

— matt was considered moved in, but still continued the life he built with his brothers in L.A. . though, whenever they were filming a video for youtube and he got a message from you asking if he could come over he would drop everything and rush over there.

— on a particular day, you had asked if he could just watch your daughter for a little whilst you run and doing a quick errand. matt of course said yes, but had nerves. they’ve never been alone together for a long period of time and what if she starts crying and he can’t calm her down?

— the worries went away within fifteen minutes when she was yet to cry, busying herself with spongebob and coloring books that she just had to show matt so he could praise her excellent coloring skills.

— he made her snacks, just a bowl of cheezits and apple slices with a juice box, and remained patient with her the whole time. eventually, she got abandoned the coloring book and tv, her little body was screaming for a much needed nap.

— she climbed up the couch, without the help of matt because she insisted she was ‘a big girl’ and could do it on her own, and cozied up on him. he stayed still, barely breathing when he felt her snuggle him.

— matt played with her hair to help sway her into a sleep, because who wouldn’t fall asleep with someone playing with their hair ??

— just before she fully shut her eyes she mumbled out, “goodnig’ daddy i love you” and then sleep took over and was knocked out cold.

— matt’s heart dropped. all he wanted to do was drop to the floor in a panic and roll around on the ground crying until he was okay.

— he was mentally freaking out. obviously, she was too little to not grasp the concept of him not being her actual dad, but it’s not like matt would reject and make fun of her for thinking so.

— when you got home matt was still hyperventilating over this.

— after slowly picking her up and carrying her to her own bed, you sat next to him as he literally fell into your own lap, looking up at you with tears filling his eyes all over again.

— “she-she called me-m- oh god! she- she-“ poor guy couldn’t stop stuttering for ten minutes. “yeah, she call you that all the time when you’re not here.” and matt’s in disbelief that you just said that as if it’s the most casual thing ever.

— after that, matt fully embraced it. someone walking up to him asking for his number? no, he has a wife girlfriend and daughter at home. you three having bonding time at the park and another couple asking which kid is yours? matt’s pointing at her and proudly saying ‘that one! she’s our kid.’

— all her birthday parties his family attends. chris and nick had to ease into the thought of being turned into uncles within a minute, but after that they were constantly fighting about who was her favorite.

— chris would run around the house and sneak her treats when you and matt aren’t looking, while nick literally viewed her as a bestie and would steal her away. he tells her all the tea, nodding his head at the nonsense she would speak back.

— matt spends all his money on stuff she doesn’t need. his babygirl gives slight interest to it and he’s already checking out, saying he just wanted her to be the coolest kid on the playground.

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gigabyte-flare · 5 months

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He Comes Alive (Part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: You awake in a top secret facility where you learn of Leon's true nature

Word Count: 5.9k

Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, dubcon, pregnancy, monster f*cking, body horror, lactation kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]

A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists

“Where’s Leon?”

“In this building.”

“Where am I?”

“At the BSAA North America headquarters in Washington D.C..”

“BSAA?”

“The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance.”

“Did Leon do something wrong?”

The man called Clive lets out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair, “that’s a loaded question.”

You feel a lump form in the back of your throat. You swallow it back, remaining silent in hopes that Clive will continue.

“Nine years ago, the president’s daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain called Los Illuminados. D.S.O. Agent Leon S. Kennedy was sent to rescue her. Both of them had become infected with a bioweapon-- a parasite the cult called Las Plagas. Leon had successfully removed the parasite from the president’s daughter, however…”

Clive pauses and you can feel your heart start to race at the implication, but still you press, “however, what?”

Clive clears his throat, “by the time the U.S. government realized Leon was still infected, he was long gone, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. He’s been on the run for nine years.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The hikers? That man at the festival? Your father? They’re all his victims,” Clive states.

“You’re lying!” you shout, standing up from the chair and slamming your hands onto the table.

“The plaga feeds on blood in order to survive; it seems to have an affinity to human blood, too.”

“You do realize this sounds absolutely insane, you’re making it sound like Leon’s a vampire or something.”

Clive chuckles again, “that honestly wouldn’t be that far from the truth,” you watch his eyes glance to your swollen belly, “I take it that’s Leon’s baby you're pregnant with?”

“Yes,” you reply curtly before sitting back in the chair, crossing your arms, “it is.”

“Shit…”

“What?”

Clive takes a deep breath before continuing, “I hate to tell you this, but your baby isn’t entirely human.”

Your eyes widen, “excuse me?! Now you’re fucking with me, this is insane!”

“Don’t you find it odd that Leon hasn’t taken you to a single prenatal appointment? Odd that your pregnancy seems to be progressing awfully fast?”

You stand back up again, angrily shaking your finger at Clive, “you are full of shit!”

“Deny it all you want, it’s the truth. Unfortunately you’re too far along in your pregnancy to safely abort, we’ll have to wait until you give birth so we can euthanize it; we’ll make sure it’s done humanely.”

“No one is coming near my baby! You’re just trying to scare me!”

You watch Clive reach into his jacket, pulling out a photo and placing it on the table in front of you. What you see immediately makes you pause and stare. It’s a poorly lit room, a person is tied to the support beam, covered in blood and what you assume is bite marks on their neck.

“This was taken in Leon’s basement after we apprehended him. This is why he kept the basement locked.”

You can’t take your eyes off the photo, especially after you realize you recognize the clothes; it’s a woman that had gone missing after coming out of a work Christmas party in Plymouth; you had seen a photo of her at the party on the news. You feel chills go up your spine.

"Unfortunately she died from blood loss when we were transporting her to our clinic," Clive states.

You swallow hard before making eye contact with Clive, “what the hell is going on…?”

“I think it will be easier to show you, come with me,” Clive replies, standing up from his chair and motioning for you to follow him.

You hesitate for a moment before you decide to follow, going back out into the hallway. The two of you eventually make your way to a single elevator, watching Clive swipe a card and then call the elevator. It beeps before the doors slide open and the two of you step inside.

“How long have you been watching us?” you ask, figuring out that based on what Clive had said to you about Leon not taking you for prenatal check-ups, that someone was watching you and Leon’s every move.

“Shortly after Halloween, a police officer in Oakvale had reached out to the FBI to ask about Leon; in turn the FBI reached out to us. We had to ensure that it was definitely him before making our move.”

You nod, shifting uncomfortably on your feet and unconsciously rubbing your belly. After a couple minutes, the elevator door opens and Clive steps out, you follow him closely. Several men in lab coats turn and greet Clive.

“Director O’Brien! For what do we owe the pleasure?” one of the scientists asks before looking at you, “is this…?”

“Yes she is,” Clive replies, “has he been fed yet?”

The scientist looks back at Clive, shaking his head, “not yet, we were just about to get ready to.”

“Excellent, bring us to the observation room.”

“Of course, director.”

The scientist leads the way bringing you down another hallway that’s barricaded with several large steel doors. At the end, he turns to a door on the left, swiping a keycard and inputting a passcode, causing the door to slide open. You can’t help but feel like you somehow woke up in a science fiction movie. You pinch yourself again to make sure you’re definitely not dreaming.

Once in the room, the scientist pulls up the blinds on a large window and you see Leon, still in just his sweatpants, sitting on a basic metal bed hunched over, staring at the floor. Your heart seemingly skips as you rush up to the window, putting your hands on the glass.

“Leon…” you say softly.

From what you can see, there is nothing out of the ordinary about Leon and you start to reckon that they have the wrong man. Leon wouldn’t hurt anyone. Looking around the room, you notice there is a purple hue. You look up at the room’s ceiling and see that between each fluorescent light is a purple one; the same lights that you saw when you and Leon had gotten ambushed at home.

“What are the purple lights?” you ask, turning to Clive as you remove your hands from the glass.

“High powered ultraviolet lights. The plaga can’t stand sunlight. That’s why he only hunts at night.”

Suddenly, a walkie talkie that is sticking out of Clive’s outer jacket pockets goes off, “We’re ready to commence feeding if you are, director.”

Clive grabs the walkie talkie out of his jacket and replies, “proceed.”

On the left side of the room, a door slides open and a blindfolded man is pushed in and the door closes. The man practically falls onto his face. The man sits up on his knees and you see that his hands are bound behind his back.

“He’s a death row inmate,” Clive says, answering a question you hadn’t even asked, “we have a partnership with the penitentiary and they supply us with inmates that are going to be executed.”

Your attention is drawn back into Leon’s room when the UV lights are switched off and the fluorescent lights dim. Your eyes are drawn to Leon when he suddenly lifts his head, his eyes locked on the man that’s in the midst of a panic attack in the middle of the room. Before your eyes, you watch dark, inky veins start to spread over Leon’s exposed skin. Leon suddenly stands up, walking towards the man like a predator stalking its prey. Movement coming from behind Leon makes your breath hitch; a long, jet black tail comes out of Leon’s back; the closest thing you can compare it to is a scorpion’s tail.

That isn’t all, four more appendages come out of his back, these looking like claws. You want to close your eyes, you want to run, but you can’t; your eyes remain locked on Leon. In a split second, Leon pounces onto the man, the man’s cries for help going unanswered as you watch Leon’s mouth latch itself onto his neck. The four claws latch onto the man as his tail whips itself back and forth as Leon feasts upon him. You suddenly feel your baby shift in your belly.

Leon suddenly stops, unlatching himself from his meal and looking directly at you.

“Can he see us?” you ask, your voice shaking.

“No, it’s a two way mirror,” Clive replies, rubbing his chin with his fingers.

Leon stands up walking right up to the window, his eyes locked onto you. To your horror, you see his eyes are red, seemingly glowing in the dim light. His blood stained mouth hangs agape and you can see that all four of his incisors are elongated and sharp. Leon puts his hands onto the glass, his gaze still locked onto you.

“Angel?” he says, his eyes widening, “is that you?”

His tail moves back and forth as he stares at you and that’s when your baby inside you starts moving erratically, causing you to wince in pain as you grab your belly.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Leon continues, his hands running down the glass, leaving trails of blood behind, “this is not how I wanted to show you my gift.”

“Gift?” you whisper, taking a couple of steps back from the window.

“He’s referring to the plaga.” Clive replies.

“Our little girl has the gift, too,” Leon continues, his right hand pets the glass as you watch his gaze shift to your belly, made even more unsettling knowing that he can’t see you, “isn’t that right, sweetie?”

Your baby shifts again, feeling your baby’s foot go up your rib cage, causing you to yelp as you once again grab your swollen belly.

There’s no way your baby is reacting to him right? Right?

You watch as Leon’s crimson eyes narrow, one of his fists balling up and punching the glass, causing it to crack. You scream, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor as Leon throws another punch at the glass, cracking it further. Clive rushes over, picking you up off the floor as he grabs his walkie talkie.

“Turn those damn UV lights back on! NOW!” he shouts into the walkie talkie as he pulls you out of the observation room.

You turn and look back as the UV lights are powered back on, Leon letting out the most inhuman scream you’ve ever heard in your life and in an instant, you watch his grotesque appendages retreat back into his body as he stumbles away from the glass, clutching his head with his hands.

As you and Clive retreat back to the elevator, Leon’s cries of your name fill the halls.

You have no idea how much time has passed since the incident with Leon. Clive had you relocated to a more comfortable room at the facility; it has furniture, a small refrigerator and a window to look outside. You’re sitting in a rocking chair next to the window, rubbing your pregnant belly unconsciously as you watch a gentle snowfall outside. Over and over, your brain plays out the last few months since you returned home from dropping out of college.

Every little thing you had noticed that was odd suddenly made sense: eating the rarest meat imaginable, that one time you thought he had sharp teeth when he bit into his burger, him suddenly going into the basement, him getting up in the middle of the night to ‘check traps,’ the day they found what was left of your father, that smile he had on his face was burned into the back of your mind. Your eyes unconsciously widen at another revelation; the red eyes you saw in your window that night, they were Leon’s.

“It was him… he was the B.O.W. the whole time…” you whisper to yourself, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

The sound of the door opening startles you and you watch Clive walk in, giving you a gentle smile and wave as he steps into the room.

“I just spoke with your mother,” Clive says, taking a seat on your bed across from where you sit, “I let her know you were experiencing complications in your pregnancy and that you had to be taken to a specialist in D.C., so she at least knows where you are. I didn’t mention Leon to her.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly, letting out a sigh as you return your attention back out the window.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

“Empty? Lost? I’m not sure what to feel… I feel like the last few months have been a cruel lie,” you reply honestly, wiping more tears that run down your face away with the back of your hand.

“I know and I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this has been for you.”

“Is it true that you can’t cure him?” you ask, looking back over at Clive.

Clive nods, “unfortunately. The parasite has completely taken over his body, if we try to remove it, he will die.”

“How… how is he?” you ask, not really sure you actually want the answer.

“He’s refusing to feed. We’ll have to execute him sooner than we intended,” Clive replies, leaning forward, resting his forearms onto his legs.

“Execute?!”

Clive nods, “yes, he’s too dangerous to keep alive. Our hope was to study the plaga inside of him before putting him out of his misery, but he’s making that difficult.”

“Is there any chance I could say goodbye to him before he’s executed?”

Clive stares at you puzzled for a moment before replying, “I believe I can have that arranged.”

“Good,” you say with a soft sigh of relief.

Despite everything, you still love him. You still love the baby growing inside of you. The thought that both of these things that you love so dearly are going to get taken from you absolutely kills you.

“I’ll make sure to come get you when that time comes,” Clive says, standing up from the bed and walking over to the door, “don’t hesitate to give us a holler if you need anything.”

You believe another few days passes, you awake one morning to the sound of wind howling; a blizzard seems to have come in. Just after you get yourself dressed and cleaned up, Clive once again comes into your room.

“It’s happening tonight,” Clive says, his look solemn.

You acknowledge him with a nod before following him out of your room and back to the elevator that brings you to the underground research facility. This time, instead of bringing you to the observation room, Clive brings you to the door leading to Leon’s containment chamber.

“Remember,” Clive begins, causing you to draw your attention to him, “we’ll be watching. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You nod as the door to his containment chamber slides open. You step inside the small chamber inside the door, it sprays some kind of mist on you which you suspect is some kind of sanitizer. After that, the final door opens and you see Leon, laying on his back staring at the ceiling. You step inside, listening as the door slides shut and locks, making your heart jump in nervousness. At first, Leon doesn’t acknowledge you, instead he continues to stare at the ceiling.

“Leon?” you finally speak up, your voice soft.

Leon lifts his head, staring at you for a moment before he sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, practically running to you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking at you in disbelief.

“Angel! You’re ok, I’ve been so worried!” he exclaims before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

Now you’re able to get a good look at him. His skin is extremely pale and you can see the faint, inky black veins all over his exposed skin. It reminds you of the time you had gone to the festival, before he had killed that man behind the fairground. Now you know why Leon had looked so terrible that day.

“I’ve been worried about you, too,” you say hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong Angel? It’s just me,” Leon coos, his hand gently grasping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

His gaze shifts down to your belly, a smile slowly overtaking his lips as he stares down in awe; once again feeling your baby move inside you.

“My God… you’ve gotten so big! Our little girl is growing like a weed!” he says, the excitement evident in his voice as he places a hand on your belly, rubbing it slowly.

A hint of sadness hits you, knowing that as soon as your baby is born, it’s going to be humanely euthanized, but you don’t want to do anything that could cause Leon to lash out, so you keep that knowledge to yourself.

“How do you know it’s a girl?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“She told me,” Leon explains, his gaze shifting back to you, “because of our gift, we are constantly connected.”

You feel your pulse pick up, feeling your baby continue to writhe inside you as Leon continues to rub your belly.

“I’m going to give you the gift, as well. We’ll be together in both body and mind. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Before you can even process what he just said to you, you notice there’s a sudden change in the lighting; your eyes dart around to see what changed when you notice the subtle purple hue is gone. The UV lights have been turned off. You want to panic, but you take deep breaths to try to keep yourself calm. You reckon it must be a mistake, they’ll turn the UV lights back on in any second. However, more agonizing seconds go by and you realize that they are not coming back on.

Leon slowly looks up, a smirk spreading across his lips when he realizes the UV lights are off, “well… that's convenient.”

He closes his eyes, rolling his neck and shoulders as you watch in horror as the dark veins on his skin get even darker. When he opens his eyes again, you are once again met with the crimson eyes that have haunted your subconscious since the day you saw Leon from the observation room. But now that he’s right in front of you, everything inside you is telling you to get away. You take a couple steps back away from him, his smirk immediately turning into a frown.

“No, no, no! It’s ok, I won’t hurt you, Angel,” he pleads, reaching out to you and grasping your upper arms to stop you from moving away, “I just want to take care of you.”

You watch as his tail snakes out from behind him, moving between the two of you. The end of it goes under your shirt and you watch as the blade-like end of his tail moves upwards, slicing through your shirt. Once your shirt is completely sliced open, his fingers gingerly push the remains of the shirt off you, exposing your swollen breasts to him. He brings one hand up, brushing one of your sensitive nipples under his thumb, causing a small white bead of liquid to come out before running down your breast, pooling onto your pregnant belly.

“Aw look, you’re making milk. Our little girl will need blood, not milk. No matter, I’ll make sure it won’t go to waste,” Leon says before leaning down, wrapping his mouth around the leaking nipple and sucking hard.

“L-Leon!” you cry out, trying to push him away.

You look over at the mirror, knowing that there are people watching. Does Leon know there are people watching? You want to cry out for help, to get someone to come get you out, but you can’t; you don’t want to risk invoking Leon’s fury. After what seems like an eternity, Leon unlatches himself from your breast, his crimson eyes staring down at you lustfully. A grin slowly forms on his face, showing off his long, sharp canine teeth.

He grasps you gently, coaxing you over to his bed where he spins you around, forcing you to bend over onto the bed with your knees on the floor. You rack your brain over what on Earth he’s doing when you feel a very sudden sharp pain in your shoulder, causing you to scream. You then hear a low moan; Leon’s mouth is latched onto your shoulder, his fangs sinking deep into your flesh as blood starts to pour out from the wound.

He releases his mouth from you briefly, his breaths heavy as he grips onto your waist, his hands then reaching around to undo your belt and pants, “you taste just as divine as I remember, Angel,” he purrs into your ear.

You start to question mentally what he’s talking about until you recall back to the first night you stayed at Leon’s house when the two of you had sex for the first time. He wasn’t just eating you out that night. He was feeding off you. This newest revelation causes a sudden wave of nausea to come over you, causing you to gag. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand while the other grips the sheets on his bed, tears burning the corners of your eyes, threatening to pour out.

He bites back down into your shoulder as his hands make quick work pulling down your pants and underwear, his fingers rubbing your slit slowly, gathering up the slick of your body’s arousal on his fingertips. While still feeding off you, he pulls down his sweatpants and you feel the head of his cock prod at your entrance. Your eyes widen when you watch two of the claw-like appendages stab down onto the bed in front of you while the other two wrap around your waist, trapping you against him; you feel one of his hands rest on your hip while the other grips your hair, pulling your head back. It takes everything in you not to scream.

With a quick thrust of his hips, he buries his cock inside you, unlatching his mouth from your shoulder with a loud moan as his grip on your hair tightens. You cry out at the feeling of him practically splitting you in half; he feels so much larger than you remember. There’s also another sensation inside you, one you don’t recognize at all. It’s almost hard for your mind to even describe; like a thousand fingers are stroking your inner walls and your cervix and with each quick thrust of Leon’s hips, it feels amazing. You can’t help but let out a loud moan as Leon pistons himself into you, hurtling you towards your release.

“That’s it Angel, you’re doing so well for me. My perfect mate,” he purrs as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the hand on your hip gripping so tight that it’ll surely leave bruises, his other hand running down your neck before resting onto your other shoulder, “now, be a good girl and take my gift.”

Against your better judgment, you turn your head to look at him. Leon is opening his mouth and you watch as four mandibles come out from the depths of his mouth and you can hear something squealing from inside his throat. No longer able to put on a brave face, you start to scream, thrashing your body in a desperate attempt to get away from him. The strange sensation you noted inside you suddenly starts to sting as you try to get yourself off him and you feel the claws wrapped around your waist start to cut into your skin as they grip you tighter.

The door to Leon’s room suddenly opens and Clive along with two men with tactical gear and guns swarm in. Clive holds up a large UV flashlight, shining it directly at Leon’s head. Leon roars, the mandibles going back inside his mouth as he falls backwards, freeing you from his grasp. You quickly pull your underwear and pants back up before running over to Clive, using your arms to cover your exposed breasts. Clive positions you behind him as the two men move to either side of Leon, their guns drawn and pointed at him. One of the scientists then rushes inside the room, Clive turns his head to address him.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Clive shouts at the scientist right before the UV lights turn back on.

You wince when you hear the inhuman cry come from Leon as he scrambles to crouch himself into the corner of the room, gripping his head and trembling.

“We just wanted to see what he would do, that’s all!” the scientist says, pleading with Clive.

“She nearly got infected! Was that part of your plan?!” Clive shouts, walking up to the scientist, getting in his face.

“Well, no…”

“The lead researcher will be hearing about this, now get out of our way, I need to take her back to her room,” Clive continues, practically shoving the scientist out of the way as he gently grasps your upper arm to lead you out of Leon’s containment chamber.

As you walk out, you turn and look at Leon, who’s still crouched in the corner; his eyes are locked onto you, a smirk spread across his lips.

Leon stays seated in the corner of his containment chamber for the majority of the day, only moving to relieve himself in the toilet inside his containment chamber. Scientists have been in and out of his containment chamber as well, almost as if they’re preparing for something, though he didn’t have the slightest clue of what that could be until the lead researcher comes in with his young assistant, who looks vaguely familiar to Leon.

The lead researcher takes Leon’s vitals and a blood sample, staying completely still through it all, watching the assistant take a seat on Leon’s bed, taking notes with a clipboard and pen.

“Dr. Jacobs, a question if I may?” the assistant suddenly asks.

“Go ahead, Chambers.”

Chambers. Rebecca Chambers. That’s why I recognize her…

Rebecca was a former member of S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team prior to the Raccoon City outbreak incident on September 30, 1971; Leon’s first day as a police officer. A part of him wishes he had died that day.

“How did he manage to infect the fetus? I thought you said it was transmitted via the bloodstream, hence why he bit her.” she asks, setting the clipboard and pen down onto the bed next to her.

Dr. Jacobs swallows hard as he turns to address her, “we believe there are plaga larvae in his semen, which fused with the embryo upon fertilization even though we found no larvae in the semen samples we were able to get. Somehow… the plaga inside him can control when a larva is released… absolutely extraordinary, a real shame we’re executing him tonight.”

Leon subtly raises an eyebrow.

“What about the baby?” Rebecca presses.

“The baby will be humanely euthanized upon birth, the BSAA wants to put the plagas parasite to bed for good even though the child could provide valuable data. I tried to fight it but O’Brien wouldn’t budge.”

What?

Leon remains calm on the outside, but on the inside, he is panicking. He has to protect his offspring at all cost, but how? That answer comes on a silver platter when he watches Rebecca stand up from the bed, grabbing the clipboard but leaving the pen behind on his bed. He waits a couple minutes to see if they realize she had left the pen in here. When he’s confident they’re not coming back in, he stands up, walking over to the bed and collapsing onto it, clutching the pen in his hand as he lays down. He turns, his back facing the camera that’s on the opposite wall pointed towards the bed.

During his stint in the military after surviving the Raccoon City outbreak, Leon picked up a few tricks, one being how to make lockpicks out of just about anything. He meticulously takes the mechanical pen apart, using the metal parts to make a crude lock pick, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand.

Later that evening, the door to his containment chamber opens and Dr. Jacobs comes in along with another man in tactical gear with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder and a pistol strapped to his leg. Dr. Jacobs is carrying a metal folding chair, which he hands to the guard for him to set down onto the floor after opening.

“Sit,” the guard orders Leon, pointing at the chair.

“Yeah, yeah…” Leon replies, standing up from his bed and sitting in the chair.

“Hands behind your back. Now,” the guard barks.

Leon does as he’s ordered, putting his hands behind his back around the back of the chair. The guard walks behind him, handcuffing his wrists together. Unbeknownst to the guard, Leon has his makeshift lock pick wedged between two of his fingers, completely concealing it. The guard walks back around, standing in front of Leon as Dr. Jacobs prepares a syringe of bright green liquid. Slipping the lock pick out, he begins to pick the lock on his cuffs.

“It pains me to do this Leon, it really does,” says Dr. Jacobs as he approaches, the guard moving to the side of Leon to let him through, “you were a brilliant agent. I admit this will not be pleasant, but you won’t suffer for long, I promise.”

Leon manages to free himself just as Dr. Jacobs kneels down to inject him with the deadly serum in the syringe. In the blink of an eye, Leon snatches the syringe from Dr. Jacobs, stabbing it into his neck and pushing the syringe. Dr. Jacobs’ expression contorts as he collapses onto the floor, his body going into a seizure in what Leon imagines is the painful thralls of death.

The guard curses as Leon stands up from his chair, pointing his AK-47 at him to shoot. However, Leon’s too quick, he side steps and grabs the AK-47, using the strap slung around the guard’s body to strangle the man, all the while, the gun is still firing, shooting out all the lights in the ceiling, including the UV lights. Inky black veins quickly envelope Leon’s body and his eyes shift into the deep crimson as Leon bites into the guard’s exposed neck, drinking as much blood as he can in a short period of time.

He then kneels down to Dr. Jacobs’ lifeless body, searching his pockets to find a fob. With this fob in hand, the door to the containment chamber opens, allowing Leon to make his escape. He can sense his offspring is several floors above where he is, so he quickly finds the elevator, the fob allowing him access to it.

When the elevator doors open, several guards are waiting for him, guns drawn. In an instant, Leon’s tail and back appendages emerge and he practically leaps out of the elevator pinning one of the guards down and ripping out his throat while his tail whips around, decapitating and fatally stabbing the other guards. Just when Leon thinks he’s in the clear, he hears more footsteps coming towards him. He looks up, blood dripping from his mouth and chin and finds Director O’Brien with about 10 more guards behind him.

“I should have known you wouldn’t go quietly, Leon,” Director O’Brien says, crossing his arms.

“Where is my mate?” Leon growls, standing up to face them, using his back claws and tail to make himself look bigger.

“In a place you won’t get to, Leon. You’re not leaving this hallway alive,” Director O’Brien replies.

“We’ll see about that.”

Leon begins to step forward, his legs and arms mutating, turning black like his claws and tail. His fingers become more claw like and his legs contort to become more insect-like; his feet also transform into three toed claws. His jaw splits open to reveal rows of sharp elongated teeth, his four incisors still longer than the rest. His four mandibles also come out of his mouth and he lets out an inhuman roar as he charges towards Director O’Brien and the guards. This is the furthest Leon’s ever let himself transform and he’s honestly eager to see what he can do.

The guards shoot at him, but the bullets do little to no damage to Leon as he rips through them like paper with his razor sharp claws, blood and guts spilling everywhere. In the chaos, Director O’Brien slips away, running down the hall. Leon sees this and quickly gives chase, what’s left of the guards strewn all over the white marble floor in his wake. Director O’Brien comes around the corner with his angel, his mate in tow, both of them stopping in their tracks upon seeing Leon.

Leon opens his mouth wide, letting out a loud hiss as he glares at Director O’Brien. Unfortunately in his current state, he’s unable to speak. His crimson stare shifts over to his angel, who to his dismay, is visibly frightened.

Angel, don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you…

He curses internally about not being able to give her his gift; if he had been successful, he would be able to communicate with her easily. His gaze then shifts to her swollen belly, sensing his offspring is strong and healthy inside her. He watches as she grips her belly, flinching.

“Back off, Leon!” Director O’Brien shouts, pulling out a small flashlight from inside his dark green coat and turning it on, pointing its purple beam directly into Leon’s face.

Leon, turns his face away, growling as he feels the light sting his mutated parts. His tail whips forward, slicing off the hand holding the UV flashlight before he turns back to Director O’Brien, stalking towards him and using one of his clawed hands to pick him up and pin him against the wall. Letting out a guttural growl, his mouth and mandibles open wide only stopping when he feels his mate’s hands on his arm.

“Leon, don’t kill him, please!” she cries, “don’t kill him and I’ll… I’ll go with you…”

His mutated mouth closes, turning to her to see her bloodshot eyes staring up at him, pleading with him. He lets out a soft purring sound, turning back to Director O’Brien and abruptly dropping him. He falls to the floor with a gasp, Leon’s attention back onto his mate as he grabs her by her wrist. She looks up at him, the fear evident in her eyes as she starts to panic, pulling against his grasp as she hyperventilates.

Angel, don’t do this… it’ll be ok, I promise…!

She then faints; Leon’s quick reflexes catch her before she collapses onto the floor. He picks her up into his arms bridal style, stalking into one of the rooms that has a window. Using his tail, he smashes the window open, the blizzard raging outside now blowing snow into the room. Leon leaps out of the window, carrying his mate into the stormy winter night.

Part 8

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shotokimchi · 1 year

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When Their S/O Is a Seggs God 2

Minors DNI

A/N: Here's a part 2 since I had so much fun while writing the first one, I appreciate the reblogs and the comments!

I'm planning to continue this drabble and write for other characters too, so you can suggest different fandoms as well.

Note: They arent in an established relationship in Dabi's one

Characters are aged up! Part1 w/Shoto and Katsuki

Dabi

So you and Dabi are playing this game called cat and mouse for a while since you are a pro hero and whenever the League is causing trouble, your main target is always him

Why you ask?

You see, you have this very important hero-like reason...

You think he's hot.🔥 (fair enough)

So when you and your friends get a call from the police, telling you that the League is gonna strike (act like bitchy teens) again, being the responsible server of society you are, you immediately attend the mission

After telling your hero friends Shoto, Deku, Pinky and Dynamight that you are trailing quietly behind Dabi you turn off your earphone and watch your villain crush slowly make his way into a narrow alley

Then you hear Pinky's voice in your ear "ThickThighs, you need to distract him till we get there." (Yes your hero name?)

IT IS NOW YOUR TIME TO SHINE

In a swift motion, you appear in front of him and a sly smirk makes its way onto his lips

"Well well the stalker hero is here."

"You are lucky Dabi because i like my meat burnt." (🍆)

Before he can process what nonsense you are talking about he finds himself on the ground laying on his back while you are keeping his head locked between your thighs, he quickly grabs your thighs and you feel his hands warming up "I'll turn you into a roasted chi-"

"Want a quick head?"

The cockroach is speechless

....

"W-"

Not waiting for his brain to function, you put your juicy phat ass on his face 🍑🍑

And face toward his portal opener leg spreader zucchini, then quickly get him out of his cheap drugstore pants

Your soft hand finally meets his touch starved lonely villain dick and starts pumping him like REAL FAST

literally can create electricity with how fast you are jerking him off

too bad he cant see whats happening since all he can see is your ass on his face

but you are giving a real show to the street rats so

lucky rodents ig 🐭

He is grunting and moaning uncontrollably into your core

Legit thinks you have an extra sex-related quirk or smthn Thought his dick was on fire and got scared for a moment bc it was getting too hot thanks to the speed of your hand so tried to pry you off of his face but you quickly caged his arms with your thighs (Even Nicki Minaj is jealous of your thighs at this point) Eventually gives in since you are giving him the time of his life but mf wasn't ready for your brand new Dyson V12 Detect Slim Vacuum 👅👅👅

HOW ARE YOU SUCKING THAT STRONG IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?

boy ejaculated in 45 seconds and wants the ground to swallow him whole LMAO and to make it even worse you even compared 45 seconds to a butterflies lifespan

to make him feel better ofc

"If you look at it, it's probably like 5 years for a butterfly Dabi don't worry."

yep, he definitely wants to kill you now

Quickly gets up to scurry away, you embarrassed the baddy ok his pride is HURT he won't let you see him in this pathetic state

so he cages you with his flames and disappears once you manage to escape but not before scraping his private number on the concrete so you can see it later with his initials on the bottom

BC WHAT WAS THAT YOU ARE AMAZING

HE WANTS ANOTHER ROUND SO HE CAN TAKE REVENGE

so when you see it you are doing the happy dance you can finally see him again

not before getting interrupted with an awkward cough from your earphone tho

"We heard everything Y/n..."

Izu says

"Y/N THAT WAS MY BROTHER AND YOU KNOW THAT"

POOR SHOTO

and Katsuki is probably gagging in the background

...

"She ate tho."

Thanks, Mina (got them villains whimpering under your ass💅)

Midoriya

So when I tell you that Midoriya worships the ground you walk on it is not an exaggeration 🛐

Baby is that in love with you and wants to spend his whole life with you so he decides to wait till marriage

Virgin Pro hero Izuku is so attractive ok no buts like he's the number one hero in the whole world so strong, undefeatable and scary to the villains

But when it comes to you he just wants everything to be so special and perfect, always smiling and making sure you're feeling loved

Baby thinks you deserve all of his firsts KHDASDKJS- CUTE

So when he gets on one knee and asks you to marry him while you guys were out on a trip to Spain you can't help but jump around in your cute summer dress while hugging him and screaming "YES" at the top of your lungs

AND NOW . . .

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME

In his head(notebook), everything is planned

-Drink champagne together

-Take a bubble bath together

-Give her a massage

-Warm up a little bit(yes literal work out)

-Make love

he totally wrote it into his notebook. 📝

It's hidden in the drawer and you dont need to know that

BUT

Before he can open the drawer and take a slight peek at his notes, you are suddenly butt naked and sitting on the bed calling for him with your sweet voice

Baby literally SCREAMED when he saw you

Because you are so gorgeous WTF Asks if you want a drink first and you say no, then realizes the notes aren't helping him with shit so gets in front of the bed and quickly starts doing stretches And you are giving him the *tf is he doing* look but meh you are used to his weird antics already lol cant pull a muscle babes so you sigh and drag him onto the bed

literally looks at you like this LOL AND HAS A HAND RESTING ON HIS HIPS TOO BOY WE DIDNT EVEN STARTED- Don't get mad at him he is just that nervous

Smiling at his silliness you slowly drag him on top of you and start kissing his shaky lips and it actually helps him ease up a bit

..till you start pinching and massaging his nipples

Baby literally squeaks and tries to move away only to be stopped by your legs around his waist, caging him and pulling him towards you more "Where are you running off to, hm?" Bro is about to cream his boxers HE KNOWS THAT YOU'RE A VIRGIN SO HOW ARE YOU SO EFFORTLESSLY DOMINANT? Guess all of that smut you've read paid off well

You make him lay on his stomach while whining and whimpering with you on his back stroking his cock from behind

%100 gripping the sheets and biting down on the pillow so he doesnt disturb the people on the floor

but you have other plans so you grab his chin lift his face and shove 2 fingers in his mouth

He just obeys you like that bc he doesn't know what to do aww he is too embarrassed at this point

gets 20 spanks on his plump buttocks bc you just love seeing them jiggle

GO EASY ON HIM ITS HIS FIRST NIGHT

But you show no mercy and suggest trying the position "69"

Surprisingly he is very eager to do it, it sounds so erotic to him he ends up cumming 3 times just from your mouth and when you finally cum on his face you quickly grab your phone, open your camera and tell him to smile

Best selfie ever: Tired looking izuku with your cum on his face smiling shyly at the camera

Baby is bathing in his own sweat at this point

But is y/n done?

NO NOT EVEN CLOSE? So the night continued like that, you acting like letting him take the lead then swapping the roles and embarrassing him non-stop milking him till his balls turn into deflated balloons 🎈

That's how the first sex tape of the Midoriya couple was created and trust me, there are many tapes to be filmed

And believe it or not, whenever he goes drinking with his hero friends, he gets so drunk that he spills every spicy detail about your sex life and everybody in the room listens to him in awe, with jealousy and mouths wide open.

A/N: AAAAHHHH FINALLY DONE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, reblogs and feedbacks r appreciated!

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thesensteawitch · 5 months

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2023 Farewell Message For You!🍃🥀🍃🥀🍃

Pick A Pile Reading

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, Senstea Souls!

I am back with another collective reading for the year-end. Each pile is divided into two segments:

•What this last month is taking away from you?

•What this last month will give you as a parting gift?

Get your year-ahead (2024) reading from me aka The Sensteawitch and get to know what the next year has in store for you in terms of relationships, career, and finances. To avail yourself $5 off on your reading be quick to book your reading! Only the first 5 will get the discount. Below are the three spreads I created for the 2024 year check:

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Pile 1

What this last month is taking away from you?

Tarot Cards: The Fool, The Tower, Five of Wands, Sevan of Pentacles

This last month is going to take away your overconfidence and blind faith. Things will fall only to make you understand the importance of going slow when building strong foundations. In work or friendship, you may face a dispute. Everyone will be pointing fingers at each other. The project you have been working on will face problems. You will lose your calm. You may not see whose fault it would be but you'll see that the dispute was the price you needed to pay to finally turn towards self-confidence. You will know where to invest your energy and money. Soon you'll gain back your patience and share a tip from your book to resolve issues. You'll finally grow new opportunities with experience and knowledge. You'll be the one making adjustments to bring things back to their place.

What this last month will give you as a parting gift?

Tarot Cards: King of Wands, King of Cups, Three of Swords, The Temperance

A new vision will be gifted to you. An advice will stay with you for a lifetime. You'll find the courage to sail through the unsettling waters. You'll know your way to the land and then back again to the ocean. You won't sit and wait for the situation to magically turn better. You would rather find balance within than outside. Spend time near waterbodies to find your balance. This month will allow you to cherish the uncertainty of life and make the best use of it. This opportunity will help you find certainty within yourself. Rather than cursing the rain you would leave your work and go out to drench yourself. You'll be letting go of control and will be gaining some deep insights into life.

Pile 2

What this last month is taking away from you?

Tarot Cards: Eight of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, King of Wands, Three of Swords, King of Cups

The last month of this year is taking away your pain and your perfectionist attitude towards your work. It is taking your self-sacrificial nature. Take care of your health, pile 2. You may fall sick only to understand that health is wealth. Without health, you won't be able to perform the tasks you are passionate about. Nothing should be done at the cost of your well-being. Some of you may be teachers or counselors. Or you may be someone needing therapy. I hear, “I stay up all night. Tell my friends I am alright.” But you are not. You're doing things that aren't even your responsibility which can make you go through an identity crisis. The Universe will take away your attention from your work only to make you realize that you are more than your work. A human being is more about what they cannot do and in the race of proving ourselves, we forget that we can do anything but not everything. Either you stop or things will blast in the end because your emotions are being piled up and you are paying no heed to them.

What this last month will give you as a parting gift?

Tarot Cards: Queen of wands, four of swords, eight of cups, eight of swords

I see a lot of 8s in your reading. Maybe the number 8 is important to you or you have been seeing a lot of 8 recently. A new start is coming in your life. The Universe will be blessing you with the time to rest and rejuvenate. Walking away from relationships may not feel like actually walking away because you may find yourself back to them. You will be feeling stuck. Hence, the Universe will be gifting you with enough resources to fly away. It's on you to see the gift that you have been carrying all along. This month is going to be all about truly freeing yourself and not distracting yourself. The universe will try to connect with you through angel numbers and synchronicities. You would be amazed. You'll be gifted with faith in the impossible. You may think what kind of gift it is but you'll know how strong and divine ‘faith’ is. It will open new doors of possibility for you.

Pile 3

What this last month is taking away from you?

Tarot Cards: The High Priestess, Six of Cups, King of Cups, Three of Swords

The universe is going to separate you from your old friend or someone you have known for a very long time. It will cause immense pain. You'll be overwhelmed. I hear, “There wouldn't be a reason why we even had to say goodbye.” Yeah, there wouldn't be one of those great human reasons. But the reason will be divine. You will be imagining your reaction to what you have to say to your person. The universe will be doing this only to make you see the bigger picture or else you will always stay stuck between the polarity of the situation. The universe wants you to see that there is a midway. And you can only see it when you step back and look at the picture from afar. I hear, “Oh whatever tears you apart don't let it break your heart....when the highs are too high and the lows are too low. When you love someone and they let you go. Don't you let it kill you...Time takes time to heal it.” Your pessimistic approach will be taken away from you. Shed as many tears as you want because eventually as the full moon nears you are going to turn into a wolf. You can't dominate the situation you only have power over and within yourself.

What this last month will give you as a parting gift?

Tarot Cards: Three of Cups, Knight of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, Five of Pentacles

The Universe will bless you with a sudden rush of downloads with loads of wisdom. It will offer you exactly what you will seek during the last month. The universe will also bless you with a new connection but I am not sure if you'll be open to them. This new connection will give you exactly what you will be looking for. Expect a treasure coming your way. You'll be expressing your emotions with your friends but be sure to take things slow and not reveal every minute detail in the first conversation or meeting. You will be asked to release the negativity. Be forgiving and ask for forgiveness. You'll be blessed with people who will help you move on.

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 9 months

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Missing You (18+)

Warnings - Filthy smut, MINORS DNI OR I TAKE KNEECAPS, sex, slight body worship, Obanai calls reader mommy once, swearing

“There he is! Welcome home to the Number one florist in Japan!” Confetti flew out of the small popper you had set off, your daughter laughing wildly from where she was strapped to your chest. You cheered some more as your husband actually stepped through the front door, setting his suitcase and backpack down as he looked at the array of streamers and balloons taped to the wall. You even managed to hang a banner that said #1 Florist with a bunch of flowers painted on it. He smiled, pocketing his face mask as he approached you, encasing you in his arms.

“Thank you babe, and you as well Kami.” You smiled, bouncing your baby and leaning in for a kiss, plus a few more. Kami babbled as Obanai crouched so he was face level with her. “Did you do all of this?” She gurgled in response to his question. He groaned as he stood to his full height again, bones cracking back into place as he stood. You gave him a once over, making sure he wasn’t injured in the 5 hours since you last contacted him. His hair was pulled out of his face, wrapped in a low ponytail, a few black strands framing his face. Exhaustion laced his features, the stress from the competition and the time spent on his feet, lifting, and organizing extravagant displays had no doubt taken a strain on his body.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something real quick” You asked, watching him move.

“No, I’m alright, just tired. Really glad to finally be home, seemed like the longest week of my life” You chuckled at his dramatics. You would have never pictured this would be the man you ended up marrying. When you first met Obanai he was shut off, quiet, and reserved as he glared across the convention center. You were younger then, fresh out of college and teaching your very first class. He was still interning and still wary of people after years of home-schooling and familial abuse. Years later though, he was a completely different man. Affectionate and caring, he was vocal about his needs and even better at asking for help. You had helped each other grow so much that it was exciting every time you woke up next to him in the mornings.

“I’m going to put Kami to bed and then If you want we can relax in bed? You can tell me about your trip” He nodded, leaving a kiss on Kami’s forehead as he walked by with his luggage.

“You know I never pictured Sanemi would agree to help you and your team. We’ll have to invite him over for dinner and drinks as a thank you” You noted, shutting the bedroom door behind you. Obanai emerged from the en suite bathroom, a towel wrapped snuggly against his lithe frame, his years of hard work evident in the way he carried himself, muscles pulled taunt around his body.

“Don’t worry, I paid him along with the rest of the team with the winnings, they’ll be fine. Even though I did promise him a beer.” He didn’t bother with clothes, immediately retreating to the bed, tossing the towel somewhere behind him as he crawled into the blankets, tucking himself in with a yawn. You chuckled, shaking your head as you picked it up, discarding it into the laundry basket. You peeled off your pants, leaving you in a t-shirt and your panties for bed. Obanai’s arms were open as you tucked yourself into bed, inviting you into his embrace for the night.

“I missed you. Both of my girls. But especially you” His words even simple ones still managed to get your stomach all bubbled up, a cheesy grin overtaking your face as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart.

“I missed you too, you chose to start a shop to ease the burden of you being gone for research and now you're leaving for shop purposes. I’ll have to quit my job and become a roadie with you now. We can live in an RV” Obanai laughed, the rumbles from his chest shaking your head, making you look up at him.

“We don’t need to do all that. It’s once a year, and this title will be really good for business. Then I can hire more people and spend more time here with you two” You nodded, placing a kiss on the skin under your head.

“I’m glad your home though, my number 1 man” He laughed, hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

“I’m glad as well my love, getting to hold you again. I missed you” You hummed, leaning up to kiss him. His mouth was enthusiastic against your own, tongue quickly sliding over the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. The kiss grew heated quickly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, pulling him closer. You moved, swinging a leg over his hips so you straddled him causing You to gasp into the kiss feeling his cock bump into your clit, the friction lighting up your senses. Obanai continued to devour your mouth, hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs, slowly inching towards your panties.

“Missed you” He murmured into your skin, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Missed all of you” he sucked at the skin on your neck, teeth grazing the flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against his, the only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of lace underwear, not enough to stop you from feeling every vein on his cock, every inch sliding against your steadily dampening core. His hands wandered under your shirt, sliding the fabric off you before reconnecting his lips to the skin on your chest. “So pretty, always so perfect. You make such a beautiful mommy, all full." He licked at

Your nipple, teasing it and bringing it to a peak before wrapping his lips around it. You moaned, nails scratching at his scalp.

“Baby, please. I want you” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he worshipped your chest, pinching at one tit as his mouth serviced the other. He switched sides, leaving both breasts covered in his saliva, sensitive and covered in quite a few hickies.

“Think we should have another, fill you back up” He looked up at you as he palmed your tits, a wicked smirk forming on his face.

“Oba, please” you breathed, grinding against him with more urgency, every ounce of your body thrumming with pleasure but still begging for more. You lifted your hips, taking control as he watched on. Impatient as you were you opted for just moving your panties to the side, not wasting time before grabbing Obanai’s cock and lining him up at your entrance. He kneaded the fat of your ass as you sank down on his length, a hiss sounding from him as he watched his cock disappear into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out in you. Leaning forward you captured his lips in another rushed kiss, teeth bumping as your tongues moved against each other, exploring like it was the first time. He swallowed each of your moans eagerly as you bounced on his lap, not letting an inch of space come between the two of you. The drag of his cock was enough to make you delirious after just a few thrusts, breaking from his mouth you let out a salacious moan, encouraging him to buck up into you, meeting your own bounces with his thrusts.

“Fuck baby, just like that” He whined, sitting back against the headboard so he could watch you fully. Tits bouncing with each thrust and head thrown back in pleasure. Between your pussy gripping him like a vice and the view on his lap he was closer to cumming than he would have liked. His hand found your clit, fingers rubbing harsh circles on the bud. You jolted in surprise, hands flying to grip his shoulders as you cried out. It had been a long week for the both of you, so much time apart from each other, not able to feel the other. Every curve, every dip. This time each touch felt like another first, fingertips leaving sparks of pleasure in their wake. If you weren’t so impatient you would have taken more time with each other, maybe even done some foreplay. But that could wait for later. Now you just wanted to be connected, to feel the other.

“Obanai, I’m close” You gasped. The stimulation becoming almost too much far too quickly.

“yeah? Come on baby” Obanai encouraged, rutting up into you. The noises coming from between the two of you were pure sin the slick slapping of your hips meeting each other, coupled with the heated gasps and moans tumbling from both of your lips as you both chased towards your orgasm. Your toes curled, hips meeting each of Obanais thrusts with great force as the waves of ecstasy rolled over you. Obanai continued the movement of his hips, feet planted on the bed as he neared his own climax, voice cracking into a whine as he muttered praises. “so fucking good baby, yeah, always so good for me, fuck I missed you, this tight little pussy, fuck yeah” The words were slurred as he slowed down, hips stuttering as he came, spilling himself into you. Pulling you into another kiss Obanai groaned, leaning back into the headboard and pulling you with him so you rested on his chest. Obanai peppered small kisses on the top of your head, hand drawing patterns on your back as you caught your breath.

“Is it cheesy to say welcome home now?” You broke the silence with a laugh, moving so you could look up at your husband.

“No, but I’m glad to be home.”

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im-abanana · 9 months

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Good omens 2 SPOILERS BELOW!

Let's start off by saying that I never, EVER expected that we would get canon Ineffable Bureaucracy, but here we are, and I'm so happy about it. 🥹

Most importantly, I'd never expected Gabriel and Beelzebub to be a mirror of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship.

In season 1, Gabriel was the absolute fucking worst.

Self-centered, lacking emphaty, superb, following Heaven's rules to the letter, without a single question, and putting his job as an Archangel (or well, the Supreme Archangel, as we've learned this season) above all else, not really thinking much about Earth, humanity or the opposition's point of view/emotions.

Not only that, but he stubbornly refused to enjoy the life Earth- or anything/anyplace else but Heaven, really- could offer him, in the material (food, music, material objects, ecc...) and emotional sense of the term too, depriving himself of real friendship and love.

Then, he meets Beelzebub in the pub and, for the first time, he feels understood. After 6000 years of bearing the sense of loneliness authority and responsibility imply, and being stuck in his own, bigoted head, he finally finds someone who gets him.

On the other hand, Aziraphale has always been a... peculiar angel, to say the least. He has learned to perfectly blend in with the humans, enjoy their creations and Earth's delicacies, such as food, good music, books, magic tricks, etc... not only that, he "associated" with Crowley, a demon/sworn enemy, since the very beginning!

In season 1, Aziraphale defied God's plan, prevented the Armageddon and disobeyed the Archangels' orders just to keep living on Earth and keep seeing Crowley. Albeit he refuses to acknowledge it, he is a rebel, way more than Gabriel's ever been in 6000 years.

And yet, which one of the two decided not to take Heaven's crap anymore?

Who said "You're casting me down to Hell? Fine, I accept my fate" peacefully, almost happily, knowing they'd finally be with their loved one?

Who ran off to Alpha Centauri?

Who gave up everything they've worked for, everything they've ever known, everything they've believed in?

Gabriel.

And Beelzebub, of course.

To say I did NOT see this coming at all is an understatement.

Gabriel, the one filled with so much prejudice, ignorance and selfishness- his royal smugness, Crowley's words- chose Beelzebub and their happiness over everything, over God, only truly knowing them for like... what, 4-5 years (which is the timeskip between season 1 and 2)?

Aziraphale, as heartwrenching as it was to see, chose Heaven over Crowley (FOR NOW). After a 6000 years-old friendship/relationship!

Perhaps, having been so "distant" from Heaven itself, Aziraphale still sees it as something that can be "fixed" if led by the right person/angel (while Gabriel, being so involved in Heaven's management for millennia, probably knows better in that regard, and basically said "fuck it"- I mean, we've seen Metatron and God's behaviour, eesh), plus he's plagued by the guilt and fear of being a bad angel, and risk to Fall.

I believe Aziraphale still sees being a demon as a bad thing, he has this internalized idea he has yet to let go of. And I hope season 3 (hopefully, we'll get it!) will cover that.

Long story short, I loved this season, and I loved how they incorporated Gabriel and Beelzebub in the story.

Some might say their romance was "too quick", and while I would've loved to see more flashbacks, I think it fits.

The Ineffable Husbands are a slow, slow slowburn, and Aziraphale truly needs a wake-up call, to see Heaven for what it truly is: toxic and rotten, as Crowley said.

On the other hand, I liked that Ineffable Bureaucracy happened so "fast"- it's a nice parallel. Gabriel and Beelzebub- people who could be so fierce, cold, nasty and closed-minded in the past- immediately saw the love they had for each other, accepted it and let it change them completely.

Let them both become so affectionate with each other, too. Like, "my sweet", "wherever Beelzebub is, is my Heaven", "where Gabriel is, is forever my Hell", "I was coming to you", "silly angel", are NOT something I thought I'd hear 'em say 😂

Nor I thought "Everyday" would be their song.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #aziraphale #crowley #beelzebub #archangel gabriel #go spoilers

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Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

“Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

“Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

“Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

“Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

“Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

“You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

“I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

“She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

“She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

“Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

“How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

“Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

“Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

“For you, Y/N? Anything!”

“Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

“As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

“Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

“Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

“I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

“What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

“Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

“There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

“I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

“Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

“Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

“One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

“Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

“How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

“I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

“That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

“I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

“I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

“Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

“I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

“Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

“You lot hot as per usual.”

“I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

“You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

“Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

“Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

“HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

“I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

“Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

“Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

“Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

"Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

“Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

“This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

“HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

“The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

“I’m just antsy.” He says.

“Why?”

“It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

“That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

“You know, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

“No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

“Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

“If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

“I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

“Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

“Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

“Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

“Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

“Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

“Oh, really?”

“Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

“I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

“It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

“Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

“Oh, mama is sad?”

“No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

“What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

“What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

“If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

“You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

“Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

“When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

“You heard that?”

“I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

“I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

“Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

“Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

“What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

“I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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mammonsturtle · 2 years

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U & Me Pt. 6

Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, had a bit of a writer’s block in the middle so things might have gone incoherent. If anything is off, please let me know!

But we are nearing the end of this series. I think one more chapter/epilogue are next. Thanks for reading!

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

CW: Some angst, minor cursing, implied self offing

“Hi! Welcome to the Devildom, my name’s MC.”

“Hi, my name’s Angel. And this is Brimmond, he’s my familiar. Is it true that I’m staying with the actual Avatars of the Seven Deadly Sins?”

“Yeah! Don’t be intimidated by their titles though, they’re a bunch of goofball brothers. You’ll survive, I mean. I did, by some miracle.”

“If you’ve survived living with them, then I guess there’s hope for me too. Here’s to one hell of a year with you, MC!”

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Back in the human world~

Being away from the human world seemed so foreign as Angel shielded themselves from the brightness of the sun. They stepped out from the train station and the familiar hustle and bustle in town welcomed them. A quick trip back home to drop of their belongings and they were back out looking for you.

“You were supposed to report to the Sorcerer’s Society, were you not Master?” Brimmond questions as he hung onto Angel’s shoulder as Angel flips through their D3 of any of the early texts with MC, searching for any information that would help on your whereabouts.

You had been very generic about your home in the human world as Angel frowned at the short answers from their text messages with you. Most of their texts were overwhelmed by the six brothers, and hardly any by you, Mammon, the Royals, and the Purgatory Trio. By that time, Angel had been fought over constantly by the brothers for attention. Which left them with little time with MC, and Angel knew they could have, should have done more.

“I know Brim. But I need to apologize to MC and Mammon first, I can explain my failure to the Society later.” Angel sighs, discouraged as they continued on their way and blended in with the crowds. There was regret that Angel couldn’t get to know you more, maybe if they did find you, would it have been possible to make up for lost time?

Would you and Mammon even want an apology from them? Angel was firm that none of this would have happened if they hadn’t just said no to the brothers and prevented the neglect of their first human and brother. If they did manage to find you and Mammon, they knew they wouldn’t be forgiven so easily.

“And if they refuse to see you?” Brimmond inquires as Angel sighs as the cat kneads their owner’s shoulders. “I can’t blame them. If I did something this heinous, I’d hate myself and want nothing to with it. But I have to try.”

It wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t it? Angel takes a breath before calling your number.

It took one human to bring the brothers back together.

Yet it took one human to tear them apart.

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As for you and Mammon, you had both been living blissfully in the human world. You were relieved and ready to get your life back on track before ever deciding to stay another year in the Devildom. And Mammon was more than ready to begin his new life with you, together in the human world.

Mammon had looked and felt much happier in the human world, no longer held down by the chains of responsibility as an Avatar. It had been a long time since you saw him on cloud nine constantly. He wasn’t constantly brought down by his brothers, and nor was he punished for trivial matters due to his uncontrollable sin.

It was almost a dream come true to live in the human world that Lilith loved so much. The everyday routines that you’d consider mundane were always such a new experience for Mammon. It was fun and heartwarming for you to listen to Mammon go on about his days.

He was slowly getting used to having a routine, and also getting used to his human world name, Mason. By the help of your roommates, Mammon did score some model gigs while you were in the process of moving out of the shared apartment with your roommates.

With your mother being a successful artist, she had plenty of places you could stay. Her little properties of inspiration were open for you and Mammon to move into permanently. It’d be perfect, a place for you and Mammon to call home.

However, you did have a slight nagging feeling of not hearing anything from the Purgatory Trio, you did want them to keep an eye on Angel with your absence. Though it seemed there was nothing to report.

A part of you wanted to hate and blame Angel for all that had happened, but another part of you didn’t want to. It wasn’t like this was a plot they were scheming, they did try to reach out to you many times as well.

Within the last 24 hours you had received an influx of texts and missed calls from the other six avatars. You had bitterly skimmed through the messages at first, and had debated on hearing the voicemails. Were they sorry because they realized they had done you and Mammon wrong? Or did they just want you back it make things back go back to normal?

“MC! You ready for our date?!” Mammon called to you as he came off his model shoot. You were his constant companion to each one of his shoots, and you looked up at him with a forced smile. “Hey Mams, Ready to go?” You asked as Mammon’s expression had morphed from a cheery and carefree towards one of concern. “MC? Yer lookin’ stressed, what’s up?” he sits down with you and you frown.

It was easy for Mammon to be in tune with your emotions as you sigh and fiddle with your phone and hand it to him, “Your brothers.” You simply reply as Mammon starts to read and scroll through their recent messages. You watch his facial expression twist and turn in disgust. Why would they want to talk and see them now?

In the previous months, the brothers had chose to give all their attention to Angel and casted you, along with Mammon aside for what they had thought to be better people to invest their time with. Was it because they knew they had fucked up and wanted you and him back with them in the Devildom?

Would it make everything they had done to you in the past months, and what they’ve done to Mammon for all these centuries any better?

No. Of course not.

“Jus ignore them MC, they had their chance. And we ain’t goin back. ‘Sides, we don’t need ‘em. Just you an me.” Mammon mutters and gives your hand a squeeze. Before returning your phone to you, Mammon looked puzzled, “MC? There’s a voicemail, from some random number.”

You quizzically look at the number as it wasn’t in your contacts, perhaps it was from an associate of your mother regarding her many artist houses? You decided to open the voicemail to listen to.

“Hey MC...It’s me Angel. I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from. If you’re getting this voicemail, I’m here in the city. I really want to see you again.”

“I want to apologize to you and Mammon for what I’ve done to you both. ...I know apologizing won’t change anything, and I don’t expect either of you to forgive me.”

“I just need to apologize to you both in person rather than leaving things left unsaid. Call me or text me back if you’re willing to meet me. If not, then I understand why you and Mammon don’t want anything to do with me.

“I am truly sorry that things ended up like this. Maybe in another timeline we could have been friends.”

You sit in silence, contemplating what to do. On one hand, you could just forget this and move on with your life. On the other, you could tie up loose ends with Angel and move on as well. You quickly send Angel a quick text to where you’d both meet and you were off.

Barbatos could have seen this coming and could have switched timelines before it had gotten to this. But then again...Would they have treated Mammon any different?

For the time you two had been in the human world, Mammon had been genuinely happy to be alive. You didn’t have to deal with nights of hurt and tears when he spilled out his heart to whenever his brothers gave him a hard time for any trivial reason.

Mammon deserved to be happy. Even if the price was ripping him away from his brothers for good.

“Come on Mammon, we’ve gotta go.” You say as Mammon’s face lit up, more than ready to go. “Awesome! I’ve been waiting all day for our date-”

“We’re going to meet Angel.”

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Mammon had begrudgingly followed along with you, though he’d rather be going on that date with you as you two had planned after his photo shoot. At least you two hadn’t planned a dinner with a reservation.

“Ya sure it ain’t some trap by the brothers to nab us back to the Devildom?” Mammon asks you as you both make your way to the park where you'd meet them. Of course, you and Mammon were both wary of Angel back in the human world. They hadn’t completed the exchange program as it hadn’t been a full year, and Diavolo hadn’t told you anything about Angel’s current state in the program.

“I don’t know Mams.” You answer as Mammon huffs, and you give his hand an assuring squeeze. “Yer so reckless ya know that! My brothers’ are waiting for us to drag us back to the Devildom! I ain’t going back there!” The former demon cries out exasperatingly as you turned around and gently cupped his face and studied his face.

It was clear that Mammon was more than eager to move on from what had happened to you in the Devildom. And he wanted so badly to move on from his existence in the Devildom as an Avatar and from his brothers. As a human he had a clean slate, free of his past life and he intended to keep it that way.

“I know. I know.” You say softly as Mammon’s heated face warmed your hands. "We won’t go back, I promise. I just want to resolve things with Angel. You don’t have to say a thing if you don’t want to.” You assure him as you rested your forehead against his, the second born’s lips trembled as you nods, fully trusting you with Angel.

“If they try anything funny, I’m ain’t holding back on bringin the beatdown.” Mammon muttered as you shake your head, “Alright tough guy. Let’s just hear them out before you’re the one being reckless.”

Now at the park, you and Mammon searched for the other exchange student as the street lamps had just come on. But to your surprise, they weren’t too hard to find. You spot a black cat pawing at the water’s surface at the fountain, the light of the moon and lights dancing on the water’s surface. Their master not too far away looking as if they were napping while sitting up.

No brother in sight, at least that’s what it looked like.

"Angel? Brimmond?” You call out, the surprise of them hearing your voice made the cat yowl and jump the fountain and Angel snap awake. “MC?” Angel answers back, a hint of uncertainty peppered their tone as they met your’s and Mammon’s gaze.

“Yes! It is us.” Brimmond responded as he climbed out of the fountain, looking like a drowned rat as he shook his fur. You try not to laugh at the familiar, who was giving you the stink eye. “I’m sorry Brimmond, I really am.” You apologize as you stifled your giggles. You neared the cat as he sniffed your hand and allowed you to pet him. “Hello Brimmond,” You were met with soft purrs despite his soaked self. You then turn to his master and placidly greeted them, “Hi Angel.”

Angel tentatively holds out their hand for you to shake, “Hey MC.” They reply as you both shake hands, as if you had become strangers again. But then again, it wouldn’t hurt to become strangers again, wouldn’t it? “...Thanks for reaching out.” Angel fretted as the composed and confident Angel you met at the beginning of the program had been replaced by one of uncertainty.

Mammon however, didn’t go unnoticed by the other human and Angel glanced at him before trying to focus on you. Mammon was still on guard, his brothers could pounce at any moment if they weren’t too careful. But it seemed unlikely as you couldn’t feel their presence through your pact marks.

“...Hi Mammon.” Angel greets as you make your way to Mammon’s side, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. Your eyes gave an assuring look as he gave Angel a curt reply, “Hey.” He replies before focusing on you as an awkward air settles between you three.

It was understandable to them that Mammon wasn’t too enthused about seeing them, they had brought down an Avatar and drove off their master that ruled the Avatars. It was nothing to be proud of. Brimmond comes aside his master and he glances at the both of you before nudging his master to speak.

“...I want to apologize. To you, MC.” Angel starts, “And to you as well Mammon.” With no shame, Angel gets onto their knees and continues. “I don’t expect either of you to forgive me for the crime I committed. I just need you to know that I will take all the blame,” Angel bows their head down, “And I will take whatever punishment you see fit. However you want to hold me accountable.”

You were put on the spot. Angel wanted you to decide their fate? The thought of you determining to either punish or forgive them was a position that you felt you had no right to decide. You could only stare as Angel and Brimmond keep their head down low to you, awaiting your decision.

“...MC?” Mammon quietly murmurs your name before reaching out and squeezing your hand. “Ya alright?” Concern tinted his tone as he didn’t know what to make of this, did Angel want you hurt them like what you and himself had gone through?

Would it have changed a thing?

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“...I can’t do this.” You finally passed on the thought of punishing Angel for what had happened in the Devildom. Angel immediately looks up in shock as if you had denied them their death wish. Their familiar could feel their master tense up and immediately leaned against them.

“How are you not exceedingly pissed with me?” Angel questions you as storm was brewing in their voice. An infuriated frown etched their face you had chosen mercy over retribution. “It’s because of me that shit’s gone and hit the fan in the Devildom! The natural order of the demon world, millennias upon millennias gone to shit because of me! It’s my fault that I forced you out of the place you both called home!”

“I ruined both of your lives! Why can’t you understand that?!”

Mammon looked at Angel for a moment, his own thoughts and feelings coming to mind. Would he have wanted to go through with this too? Would it have changed a thing? “Hang on human!” Mammon exclaims as he grabs them up. “Listen ta me!”

Angel stiffened as Mammon had put his hands on their shoulders. This was the first contact they had with the former avatar since their arrival in the Devildom. Even with the role of guardian, Mammon couldn’t even fulfill it since Angel’s magical talent could easily go without his protection. It also didn’t help that his brothers shunned him from any interaction with them either.

Even you weren’t anticipating Mammon’s sudden response, but you were curious on what he had to say. Mammon took a breath as he looked at Angel, the same feeling of self blame and guilt was something he was familiar with. The extremes were one thing that he had considered at one point, until you came into his life.

“It don’t mean ya gotta ask for a death wish to make it right.” Mammon frowns as he looks at you, a loss for words before shaking his head. He gave Angel a sympathetic look and huffed, trying to find the right words to pacify the latter. “It ain’t much of a life worth livin’ there after all these centuries, Ange. Not til MC came along...For me at least. We jus wanna move on from life there, tat’s all.”

Angel gazes upon you two with wide eyes, the edges just aching to let the tears run before looking at you, “Why are you two showing me mercy? Honestly, I was anticipating you to summon the others to end me.” They admit bitterly as you were taken aback at such a thought.

Did Angel think that horribly of what they’ve done to you both to warrant how they wanted to make it up to you?

You also shake your head, “I don’t think I’d have the heart to do that Angel.” You search Angel’s eyes, despite the angry blue pools that stared incredulously at your statement as you come over to them and helped them back up to their feet.

“We just want to move on Angel,” You confess as you gently hold their hands, and gave them an assuring squeeze. “And you should too. I don’t think it’s fair that you punish yourself like this.” You couldn’t fault Angel for after what they did, they had opened a new future for both you and Mammon after all.

“Dammit MC.” Angel mutters as the waterworks had broke and the tears began to freely fall. You gave the latter a sympathetic look before taking them in your arms, their “Hey now...We can make up for lost time, right?”

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Mammon was against bringing Angel with you both as a third wheel, it was supposed to be a date with you and him after all! Angel wasn’t going to stick around for long, they assured you both, and so Mammon let them. Now you owed him a date, you’re paying! You and Angel watched cats crowd around Mammon at the local cat cafe, the former Avatar doing his best to give attention to each of the cats coming up to him and the treats.

“Oi! Yer all gonna get one! Jus ‘ang on!” Mammon feigned annoyance as the cats meowed and climbed onto him. It soon turned into babied coos as you watch Mammon give the cats an equal amount of treats. He was so carefree and so joyous of where he currently was in life. And you were more than happy to hear him laugh so honestly that you forgot how his forced laughter sounded like.

“Mammon seems happy, if not happier.” Angel comments as your thoughts were interrupted, the other human setting down their baked goods and their tea next to your’s. “Granted, I’ve never seen him happy at all since my time in the Devildom.” Angel continues, not wanting to sound as forlorn as it came out.

You study the human beside you, cool blue eyes had a downcast hue to them as they kept their eyes on everything but you. Brimmond was snuggled against their master, content with a cat treat dangling from his mouth as you and Angel feel the awkward silence settle between you.

“I never understood it though.” Angel states as a cat settled into your lap, a nice distraction for a bit, “Why his brothers treated him like the way they did. I know human morals vastly differ from demons but still...I can’t imagine doing that to your own family.”

You nod as you take a sip of your tea and stroked the cat in your lap, “Yeah...I never understood that either. I mean...” You sigh as you think back to your time in the Devildom. Mammon had never laid a hand on you, compared to his other brothers. But he did find himself putting yourself in harm’s way, before your rescue by Lucifer made him think about getting his shit together.

“There are far more dangerous sins than greed.” You comment as you shudder, recalling the many times the brothers had tried to kill you in the earlier days of the program. Something Angel was fortunate enough not to experience, and fortunate to get the approval of the Avatars.

“Yeah...Like Beelzebub’s gluttony? I heard he at pillars from Lord Diavolo’s castle, and he doesn’t get a scolding from Lucifer.” Angel states as you nod, “One time Satan got enraged at a bookstore for it not restocking one of his mystery series, Levi’s as bad as him when he misses out on anime or a tourney.”

As you and Angel pick apart the brother’s sins, of course Mammon was included, but you tried not to pick on him too much. As you chatted, you noticed a pact mark in their palm, you distinctly remember there wasn’t one there before. Angel did tell you they’ve never made a pact with a demon before, but before you could ask, they beat you to the punch.

"It’s Archemond’s pact.” They say as they meet your eyes and hold up their palm, “Penance I suppose for what I’ve done. Even Lord Diavolo’s banished me from the Devildom, but I’m sure you and Mammon can visit them if you want.” Angel declared as you noticed the new Avatar’s pact was wholly different from Mammon’s old pact.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo wouldn’t mind if you came to visit. I’ll vouch for you. You’re a pretty exceptional warlock/witch. Lucifer and his brothers all accepted and liked you enough to be in their circle.” You offered as Angel shook their head and rubbed Brimmond’s ears with their finger and gave you a bittersweet smile.

“Exceptional. I suppose.” Angel looks over at Mammon as he was content with cats cuddle and meow for his attention. “Exceptional enough to bring down an avatar.” They mumbled with shame, but smiled a little. at the scene. “Mammon chose you, over his status as an Avatar. You’re the one who’s pretty exceptional MC.”

“Mammon was the only who came for me. He was willing to sacrifice his powers and title for me...And I’m grateful for him. He’s my first.” You admit as your face flushed a fine red tint.

“Oi you two! Ya betta not be talkin smack about me!” Mammon calls to you both as you and Angel look at each other before looking back at Mammon. The former avatar noticed your red face as he pouts in annoyance at Angel, “And you! You flirtin with my human!?”

You face palm as Mammon came with small army of cats at his heels, “Oh Mammon...You’re a human too!” Brimmond yawns as the familiar decides to snatch a treat from Mammon, “Is someone jealous? You really do love MC so much Mammon.”

Mammon sputters as he fumbles with the cat toys, and decides to pick up the familiar, who in turn started to paw at his face playfully. “So what if I love my human? I’m their first man!” With Mammon arguing with a cat, other patrons were watching as you couldn’t help but turn red and laugh as the outing carried on.

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The outing at the cafe went on just fine, even if Angel hung back from interacting with you and Mammon. Third wheel and all. The night had come to an end as you and Mammon were walking Angel to the train station as they’d take their leave now.

Brimmond was asleep in his master’s arms as soft purrs came from him as you gave him scritches as a goodbye. After all was said and done, you felt relieved that you and Angel tied up the loose ends.

“Do you really have to go Angel? You can stay a little while longer. I’m sure Mammon won’t mind.” You offer as Mammon pouts and crosses his arms, “Nuh uh, not having any of that!” he whined as he crossed his arms and muttered under his breath, “We already lost one date already. Angel, you owe me!” You roll your eyes as you turn and poked at his chest, “Hey! You said it was fine if Angel came with us!”

Angel watches you and Mammon bicker like an old married couple and they chuckle. “No MC. I think my time with you has come and gone.” They give you and Mammon a bittersweet smile, “Things could have been like this, but alas. What’s done is done.”

You and Mammon pause as they mentioned it, all of this could have been avoided but then again... “I think it’s a blessing in disguise.” You suddenly say as you give Mammon a knowing look, and of course it must have gone over his head as he gave you a lost puppy look.

Angel chuckles softly, “I suppose it is.” They leave it at that as the time leave neared, the train station’s call for the last train echoing from the speakers. “Well MC, Mammon. This is goodbye.” Angel bade their farewell

You give Angel one last hug, catching the latter off guard, “Hey now, you can come visit us whenever you feel ready Angel.” You consoled and gave them a smile, “I hope you don’t mind getting calls from me if you’re still going to beat yourself over these past months.” You promised as Angel gives an embarrassed smile.

“Fine. Fine, I’ll get over it. At my pace.” Angel answers before returning your hug and turned to Mammon, giving him a half smile, “Take care of MC Mammon.” Getting out of your hug, they extend their hand to the former Avatar, “I wish you two the best.”

Mammon returns the handshake before pulling the human for a hug, “You betcha, MC and I will be alright.” His face flushes a hue of pink against his tan skin and lets them go, “And thanks. For everything.” The sincerity in his voice told Angel and you how he really felt about the current situation as you come by his side and leaned against his arm.

Before they could board their ride, Angel stops with a deer in the headlights as they visibly stiffen. “No..” They silently cursed as you and Mammon look up and your hands clenched onto Mammon’s arm. The former Avatar growled lowly rather than be shocked.

Six figures appeared before them, none of them too pleased about the scene that transpired between you three.

“MC. Mammon. So this is where you’ve been.”

To be continued...

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A/N: Thanks if you read this far! I’ll be without internet for a week while on vacation! The last chapter/epilogue will be next and the series will come to an end! Thank you all for your love and support!

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pedge-page · 2 months

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Personal thoughts / rant time below cut :

It's been a while since I had a good cry but last night was a big cry. I was thinking about how my fam were all talking about our performance reviews and my mom said she got 5/5 from her boss, and nothing less was expected given she works like 16 hours a day and is generating millions of dollars for her company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. My sister has hers yet to come but she too is extremely quick and has been working exceptionally hard at her job despite so many changes in her team forcing her to take on more responsibilities and learning on the fly.

Meanwhile I joked i got 3.8 or maybe 3.5 on my review out of 5. My manager has 4.2 listed as minimal expectations so pretty clear I'm performing below standard. Didn't really want to think about it so much when I had my performance meeting a month ago but it was the first time I mentioned it to my parents.

They got quiet and asked my sister to get me a new job since clearly I'm not reaching "my full potential". Not really sure why she keeps saying that when it's blatantly obvious I am in fact, not very much good at anything. She asked If I got a raise and I asked why would I get one?

I may have gotten a couple hundred dollars increase (from like 40,500 to now 41,100 salary I think as of this year. Was never discussed to me but I just check my employee portal and I think that it went up but not sure If that was considered a raise, or the company wanting to help all employees with housing).

Either way, my parents are also aware I do don't really do anything most days of work. I wander around the house because I "don't have much work today" and it's true. I get done with my assignments and then can "study" courses that are part of my long term goals (which I spend pretty much all in office days doing because I'm bored) but that gets me exhausted since I haven't the capacity to "study" and genuinely retain information since high school really.

Anyway my parents have been telling me everyday to look for a new job, and also look for a masters degree (in anything but clearly business), and also look at volunteer work, and consider getting a second job on the weekends. She suggested a career coach but I've backed off from that because what use if they ask me what I want to do with my life --because my genuine answer is nothing.

I've barely given any of it thought because I just don't want to. I have no motivation to improve. I dont have dreams or goals in life. No abitions or passions. My "hobbies" dont really bring joy--they just distract me from my responsibilities. I'm clearly not good at anything and it feels like an insult every time my mom lectures me (every day for 2 years now) about my "potential" and "gifts and skills I need to share with the world" so i need to find a new job that challenges me becuase I'm so "smart" and "too advanced".

I have to avoid eye contact with her because it physically hurts to be told such BS especially since none of my family even know why my job or company is / does. Ma'am if I had such potential, it'd be in use. Plz stop.

Anyway. Big cry last night and scribbling in my journal what a useless (and fat--let's not forget fat) fuck I am and have been and always will be.

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ghostoflillith · 6 months

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Meditation really is such a huge game changer when it comes to mental health and self improvement.

Yet so many people misunderstand it, or just don't want to try it bc they think it will be boring.

Was using your imagination as a child boring? Meditation is as boring or exciting as you make it.

Many people don't know where to start, or claim they just "don't have the time," but we make time for that which is important to us.

Do you smoke cigarettes or weed?

Even just 5 minutes a day, hell, a week, can cause such a massive change in your perspective of life.

Taking the time to slow down, breathe, and sort through your brain, in a world that is so "GO GO GO," all the time, is so crucial to keeping a clear head.

Getting in touch with ourselves, who we really are, our desires and fears, in a world filled with overstimulation and escapism has never been more important.

If you are curious, or would like to get started, or even just try it out to see "what's up," I highly encourage snooping through the "guided meditation" section of youtube.

Start off small, 5 minute, 10 minute, whatever feels right to you. What videos call to you? What seems interesting to try?

(I can send you a playlist of some of my favorites if you like!)

If you are serious about bettering yourself, meditation is a GREAT and FREE way to start!

I have learned so much about myself just through 5-10 minute daily guided sessions.

I took a break but just got back into it again and I already feel so much better.

When I first started, I was in a very very low place. Each meditation I did would leave me crying and shaking, not because I was sad, but because I was purging trauma trapped in my body.

Mediation helped me learn to regulate my emotions, feel them, and allow them to pass, instead of getting trapped in them. It has given me so much clarity about myself and the world around me. It's truly one of the best things I may have ever done for myself.

It has helped me build confidence, self assurance, helped me let go of things that desperately needed to be released, helped me connect with myself and my spirit guides, taught me patience (still working on that one lol) and so so much fucking more.

It has brought me feelings of true peace, which I had not experienced before. I am not so quick to be angered or triggered, I think much more logically and am less trapped in my emotions. It's actually kind of crazy how much my brain has changed in the last 3 years from meditation. If you knew me irl, you know I used to be VERY emotional, suicidal, prone to self harm tendencies. That's not who i am anymore, and a big chunk of that is due to meditation.

I respond more frequently, not from a place of trauma, but from a place of understanding and kindness. Coming from someone who's whole personality was nothing but trauma responses....I am forever grateful to myself for deciding to begin this journey.

Meditation is one of the most powerful forms of self care I have ever encountered. It is long lasting, unlike face masks and bubble baths.

Some of the most profound meds I have done are for emotional release, and I cannot recommend this more for people with trauma of any kind. Let that shit out of your body, instead of keeping it trapped and poisoning your spirit. (Only if you feel ready)

If you can learn to control your emotions, you can truly do anything.

Do you Meditate?

What kinds of meditation are your favorite?

Do you have any favorite guided meditation channels on youtube?

If so, drop them shits in the comments!

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markmybirds · 1 month

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15 Day BL Challenge

Doing this Day-By-Day will probably be too much for brain so I have decided since it's relaxed I will be doing this 1-5 days over 3 days. I just want to also add on that I am an avid watcher of many different kinds of dramas, and I embrace different countries also. But I will probably go off of mostly Thailand here. This will get more complicated if I invest in my JBL and TaiwanBL pools and Growing KBL. I may do honourary mentions to those couples though I choose to use some of those pairings as my faves.

(Mom Life..) Also final beginning note: All original screen grab/posters/gif makers are given credit in the image descriptions. Day One: Favourite OG Actor Pairing My choice is Boun Noppanut Guntachai and Prem Warut Chawalitrujiwong (With Honourary Mentions: Billkin & PP Krit, Both Nattapong & Newyear Kitiwhut, Max Kornthas & Nat Natasitt and Ja Phachara & First Chalongrat) I will say I didn't know who to choose because I don't know who would be considered "OG" so I went with like a comfort couple of mine that has been continuously a comfort couple. I can't put into words how much I love them but really, if it's BounPrem I'm there and I'm watching it. I love how both of them are "comfortable" in their own way and they have shown us that they can be supportive of one another even when working on their solo activities. Boun has also put people in their place a few times for misconceptions of himself and Prem. As for Prem I just have always enjoyed his quiet nature. Also his quick responses that come out of nowhere and surprise Boun. (Example: Saying I love you when Boun told an interviewer he would love someone to say it genuinely to him one day.. Or that he'd donate his heart to Boun if he needed a replacement. Actually my husband and Boun have the same condition! It's something that can be helped when they're older.)

Also. Boun has one of the best laughs in all of Thailand oh and his earrings~! Come at me if you disagree. I am vibrating in anticipation for The Vampire Project.

Day Two: Favourite Rookie Actor Pairing Oh boy. Uh. There are so many but I think in the circumstances that both of the actors were rookies when they did their first series together? Tutor Koraphat Lamnoi and Yim Pharinyakorn Khansawa. Although Yim had been in the business since he was a teenager he didn't have a successful drama until he was paired with Tutor in Cutie Pie as NuerSyn. (Honourary Second Place: GeminiFourth Honourary Third Place: DaouOffroad Honourary Taiwanese Coupling: Tseng Jing Hua and Peng Cian You~. And shush! They were SO A COUPLE OK. ).

I just enjoy these two so much, their aesthetic is of course off the charts with Yim's ethereal alien looks and the fae-kind creature we know as Tutor. I consider them my comfort couple. The moment Yim entered Cutie Pie as Syn I knew he'd be my favourite character. After I finally got more into CP due to War, I got smacked by them a second time years later.

Also don't tell Zee and NuNew or Max and Nat but they were my favourite land for DMDLand2. Poker Land slapped so hard and both of these men are super talented. Yim was even sick when he performed and Tutor kept taking glances to check in on him. They are my comfort couple, I enjoy their relationship (whatever it is offcam) dynamic that we get to see. They admit to bickering a lot at the beginning of their promotions as a CPL. I love how daring they have been since the beginning too, our poor Kla and Ker working hard to maintain their and our sanities with these two. I can't wait for "Battle of the Writers"! Day Three: Side Dish That Should've Been the Main Course Warning to those who are heart broken like me: NetJames Incoming.

This is going to hurt my heart. This drama was not a BL but the side dish was our same sex relationship trope in the drama. The main coupling was two amazing actors who I love dearly I just felt that the director did NOT use Great and Four's actually-there-tension at all. The side couple is: Net Siraphop Manithikhun and James Supamonkon Wongwisut as Captain and Foei in Catch Me Baby. (I advise for people's sanity to never read MDL comments on dramas though. They have a weird hate for Thai actors..) I am not going to sit here and explain how I feel about NetJames since the news. I respect them, and I think NetJames fans need to learn to respect their boundaries and what they are going through right now. Cause ISTG if I read another: WHERE IS ___!? in their IG lives again I will explode and take everyone out. Also, I will forever support them individually or together.

That said Captain and Foei had that frienemies to lovers trope and chef's kiss. Just. I started this drama before I got back into the Thai BL scene again and it was what made me anticipate and watch Bed Friend every week when it aired. I have honourary mentions but every one of these I loved the main couple just as much or a little more than these side couples so I didn't choose them. Or they were the second half of their show's main couple or they got a spin off or show of their own (LOOKIN AT YOU YIDIAO~). GeminiFourth as Heart and Li Ming in Moonlight Chicken, JeffBarcode as KimChay in KinnPorsche, TutorYim as NuerSyn in CP and CP2 and NB, AyaKate as YiwaMarine in Wedding Plan (This is GL couple~), PealSee as TheeThai from Laws of Attraction and you can argue this with me but if you saw MoD you know this is canon: GreatMD as Inspector M/Dr. Oat in Manner of Death. Oh one more. Sorry. I love myself a good Side Couple: Xiao Kaizhong and Gao Han as MaoK in Falling Into Your Smile (they're a couple ok. AS READER OF THEIR WEBNOVEL YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

Day Four: Fave Ship Dynamic Oh my gods. Do you know how hard this question is for me? I'm like.. "Yes?". As a character artist and avid role player I like most ship dynamics. Wardog would tell you it's "Side Character Plots". So if I had to choose only one it'd be Character with Trauma x Green Flag. I love it even more if the Green Flag learns to be one through trying to be there for their love interest. They could also just both be people with trauma and both be green flags who heal each other. I am extending an invitation to view this gifset by Pharawee in its entirety because it's my fave part of LITA. And I have a lot of fave parts in LITA.

And here are some couples that fit here: FortPeat as PrapaiSky from Love in the Air, JaFirst as LeoFiat from Don't Say No, Okura Takato and Hyuga Wataru as Kaido Amane and Yamasuga Ryuji from Kimi to Narakoi wo Shite Mite mo, Tseng Jing Hua and Peng Cian You as Pu Yi Yong and Cao Guangyan from Oh No! Here Comes Trouble, NetJames as KingUea in Bed Friend, JimmySea as MhokDay in Last Twilight, PavelPooh (PoohPavel? ekeke) as CharlieBabe from Pit Babe and I could be here all day listing this trope.. So one more and I think this ship works on both sides: BillyBabe as PhayaTharn from The Sign.

Day Five: Biggest Flop Uhm. The problem is I like lower-income-shows but I think because of the lack of ethics behind this show: For Him and not because of the cast. I really enjoyed the cast, I just feel awful they had to work with so little to get at least decent content out. And that Tor had been harassed and stalked by one of the production members. I enjoyed the first few episodes, though the decline in quality of script and shots the cast had been given is very evident each episode you go through. The chemistry of the couples was chemistrying even with scenes like stepping on a new tattoo... For more information about this I would view befuddledcinnamonroll's 15 Day Challenge and pharawee's (wow we're on that tumblr a lot in this) coverage of the issues: here and here. Also reading through some of the casts' Twitters and

Another "Possible Flop" right now, hopefully not forever, I would say is Red Peafowl. Which is such a shame since their pilot slapped so hard.

TBC tomorrow~.

To do your own 15 Day BL Challenge Go Here!

#BLChallenge2k24 #BounPrem #TutorYim #NetJames #Catch Me Baby #Trauma Character x Green Flag Dynamic #PrapaiSky #For Him #That PrapaiSky gifset is really worth it. Please look at it or watch LITA for clear skin.#To my sources for the gifs and images I didn't just like screen grab on my own: THANKS! I put credits to you in the image descriptions~.#Source Credits in Image Descriptions #Sorry for the Ted Talk BL Edition

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arthurtaylorlester · 11 months

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whispers into your inbox "jmart was the worst thing that could have happened in tma; it wrecked Jon's character and is the most transparent 'how do we not have our mc become suicidal?' I have ever seen. TMA then falls into the hole of the only important or good enough relationships being romantic, discarding previous character development to throw everything into romance solves all ~ ♡ I hate it and I hate how much Jon is woobified and infantilized in the fandom to drool over Martin and I hate how everyone acts like their relationship is good, when I think either of them with 5 years of a normal life would realize how awful the relationship was for both of them." Anyway lol I expect no response or post of this I am just being spicey on anon

oh anon you thought i was gonna see a take like this and not post it?

i need you to out yourself to me because goddamn this is an interesting take!

look, i love jmart, but even with 5 seasons of development they still somehow managed to feel rushed?

i disagree in that their relationship being unhealthy is a bad thing for them, because like the appeal of podcasts for me is the fucked up relationships. fucked up characters = fucked up relationships, yknow? like john and arthur from malevolent, normally, they'd hate each other without much of a second thought, but that's not the point, they love each other despite that, and that kind of extends to jmart for me.

i also totally agree with the fandom criticism, woobifying jon is like the only tma content i see on twt and it is soooooo annoying.

my personal qualms with tma however is in part the lore decisions and how the fandom treats the lore (and also the whole podcast).

s1 is easily the best season, mostly because you have no fucking idea what's going on, but after s2 things really start feeling like they're being drawn out, at least to me? like i think season 3-4 couldve been one thing, and um. season 5 is fun if you like jmart and the eye ig. i know most of this is a gross oversimplification (not forgetting yall basira&daisy fans) but after the core cast of season 1-2 i could not really get the other characters being fundamental in the story (not georgie. i love georgie)

don't get me wrong, the not-sasha arc was amazing! but after tim died, and martin fucked off for most of a season being sad, i was a bit bored. the buried isnt interesting to me sorry.

and also they under-utilize basically every fear, including the eye, and the one that upsets me the most is the stranger. oh what is it? circus and clowns ig. LIKE OPEN UP YOUR EYES THE WORLD IS OPEN TO YOU THE UNCANNY VALLEY AS SO MANY NICHES PLEASE

and by the end of the show, it just feels like they keep rotating the same 3 fears, and the others just kind fade into the bg

and then there's the fandom. i'm sorry but some of you guys act like tma is the end-all-be-all of fiction horror podcasts. when it's just not. sorry, but the magnus archives, after s1, just isnt scary. you know what's going on, the fears! which are neatly tied into these categories of oddities!

and the show explicitly states that the 14 fears categorization is arbitrary and that they all bleed into one another, but the fandom just. ignores that? like i've heard so many people go to other podcasts and say ''oh x is so eye avatar-coded!!'' and then x just has some vague eye symbolism that isnt even the point (this is about arthur lester)

and like i don't understand how tma manages to be the most mainstream fiction podcast nowadays, when welcome to night vale is right there ! and yes, i am implying that wtnv is objectively better than tma, because wtnv despite running for 12 goddamn years has never bored me with an episode, and it has roughly the same amounts of episodes! they both have similar formats that could repetitive quick (radio show vs statements) and even though i'd say statements have more creative freedom, wtnv still manages to not be boring. this might also just be a fact of better and more varied authors but hey, this is just my opinion

i want it to be clear that i'm not trying to start discourse, i still like tma! the fanartists are some of the most talented artists i've seen, and the fics are just aughhhhhhhhhhhh /pos

#podcasts fandoms have next to no discourse but that also doesnt leave room for criticism #tma critical #<- just in case #2 magnus 2 arch-ives #!! red !!#anon #red replies #sorry to anon if you didnt want this to be public i needed to rant about the tma-glorification #i did listen to all of tma in 2 weeks but um that may have something to do with it #fandom critical #discourse #<- not really tho this is just my opinion

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hello! i noticed requests were open so i thought id send in an idea! could a request a peaky blinders scenario where reader is a younger blinder and is quite short and small? they try to keep her out of danger and out of the business but sometimes she’s the only person small enough to sneak into places and get information? sorry if this is against any rules feel free to ignore! 💖

Dear Anon, this one just wrote itself. It's different than what's requested but it's fluffy as hell so hopefully, that makes up for it. I promise I tried my best! My friend is very short and tiny, we are both 1997 babies, and every time we go out to eat people hand her a kids menu which is hilarious because she always orders enough booze to drown a sailor. Also, I don't remember all the details from the episode below so if you wouldn't mind looking the other way at mistakes I would love you forever.

Warnings: kiddo gets taken, things get stolen, and Tommy falls for the reader.

Originally when Finn brought her in Tommy wanted to slap him. The girl must have been a few years older than Finn, and in her best shoes, she was around 5’maybe. She had long hair and was slender enough that he even wanted to offer her something to eat. Despite her appearance, she came across as if the meeting was a joke.

“Look, If you need something stolen, I’m your gal,” She said brightly as if she wasn't about to risk her life for a bunch of dirty Birmingham gangsters.

That was just the beginning. She was soon reluctantly a part of every plan in some way or another, even if it was just to tell him off for being stupid. Tommy noticed the risker the job the more excited she would get. The same death wish that rested on his shoulders was always evident in the shadows of her face.

Without noticing, over the years he eventually just started lumping her in with his family. Always over and around, she’d stay over enough that he just told her to pick a room in the house and keep out of his way. He told himself that it was just someone for Charlie to have around to feel less lonely, but he felt better that she wasn’t going home to an empty apartment. Here he knew she was safe at night.

She was too tiny for any respectable man to let her fight but she made up for it by being quick with a gun. Anytime people would start up at the pub, Arthur would pick her up under her arms and place her on the bar top like she was a kid causing her to glare at him for days.

He didn't like her wasting her best years with them, but she was essential for stealing information. Even if she didn't have to navigate her way through impossible locked doors and cabinets, she was pretty and approachable so people naturally wanted to tell her things. Her luck was endless and she always did right by him.

Counting her as one of the inner circle was one thing but he didn’t feel it till they took Charlie.

He looked at her and hated the fact that she was going to follow him into that tunnel. His mind broke over the decision but his kid's life was hanging by a thread and his hand was forced.

“Even if they’d fucking killed you back there, I’d still be going in to get him back.” You said honestly. He gave her a nod and they lowered them into his own personal hell. While digging he thought about all the times they’d given her a hard time. Teasing her about her height, or watching her struggle for things on high shelves. How Charlie had latched on to her, forcing her into a mothering role with responsibilities that were much taller than her.

But you thrived, the more a part of the family the more he watched you unravel into a person. She always thanked Finn for dragging her into so such a lovely family, and every time Finn's face would twist up into confusion. He should have been kinder to you.

Reaching the end she slipped into the impossibly small opening. Into a dark abyss that made his skin crawl. He wanted to shout at her to hurry but he was cut off by a bag narrowly missing his head.

She’d managed to take more than he’d hoped for. They both fought their way out of the tunnel. He drove three times over the limit to get to the phone booth that held all the answers. He left her praying in the front seat, muddy fingers running over the rosary her mother had left her.

The phone line went through and he cried as he told his son to go to bed with his Auntie. All was right in the world for that movement. He got back to the car and he pulled her across the bench seat, his hands gripping on to her tightly.

“They have him.” He choked. “He’s fine.”

He felt her body break against his as a harsh sob left her ribs. Her shaking hands ran over his head and the moment he pulled away from her lips were chasing his. It could have been the intense vulnerability brought on by their hearts breaking over the same thing, or maybe this was why she always put up with his bullshit. He didn’t care, her soft lips felt like magic and she gave him a silence he hadn’t felt before. She broke the kiss leaving him stunned for a moment.

They rode the rest of the way back to Charlie in silence. Once there, they checked on him before washing up. He curled around the sleeping boy's body, no words in his head, only the feeling of relief. When you were finished you opened the door and crawled in on the other side of him. He watched as you ran your fingers over his pudgy cheeks, a look in your eye that only mothers were capable of.

He didn’t need to tell you that you were welcome in his space because you’d managed to sneak your own way into his heart on your own. How you managed it he would never understand. One second he thought of you as someone important, but you were woven into the dark fabric of his life. He thought about how she should have ended up with Finn, that she was too young for him, all the thoughts were chased out of his mind as your freezing cold feet pushed up against the flesh of his legs.

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered in the darkness somehow knowing he wasn't asleep, not that anyone would be able to sleep against feet that cold.

“How you managed to steal my heart.” He answered honestly despite it being cheesy.

“You wanted it stolen, so I took it. Simple as that, love.”

“It’s not though.”

“Oh, and why is that then? Come on I love a good challenge.” And she did, he knew that if this was really what she wanted he had no hope it pushing her away.

“Should go after Finn, or Isiah.” the thought of such things made him incredibly mad, but he knew right from wrong despite the way he often lived his life.

“You know I’m only 6 years younger than you right? I don’t think it’s that bad. John and Esme -” She said softly.

“6 years?” He interrupted with a smile on his face he was sure she could hear in his voice.

“I swear if you -” Her voice tensed.

“God your short.” He said it and and immediately felt her foot kick his calf.

“God I thought you were younger than Finn”

“That’s because youre incredibly dense.” She said yawning.

“Go to sleep, love.” Eventually, he could hear two sets of even breaths, before he let sleep take him.

#tommy shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine

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