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baby-tini · 1 year ago

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Can you write where Dabi captures the reader and fucks her. But she thinks that if she would fight back it would hurt more so she just tries to close her eyes and disassociates. But Dabi sees this and not having it. He's like 'thanks for not fighting but your gonna stay with me while I fuck you. And since your so submissive I'll make you feel REALLY good'. Kisses her nose softly and proceeds to fuck her to almost a mind break.

A/N- sorry I've been M.I.A, I had the flu 😞 but thankfully it's gone and I'll be able too put out more content

TW- NONCON, abuse, brief mention of panic, self-blaming, blood, brief mention of a wound Being a hero was something you've always dreamed of, your whole family were heros. Your father was a pro and your mom was low-ranking but still amazing nonetheless. She only quit when she became pregnant with you, but your mother was an inspiration to you, always had been. So, when you graduated from UA and got your hero license it was the happiest day of your life. Your father took you to his agency, put in a good word for you. You were the shining star of his agency, climbing ranks pretty quickly and gathering a fan-base even quicker. Now, this wasn't your first patrol, but it was a new area. It sounded easy enough though, plus this was your first patrol without your father even though he had basically pleaded to come with you.. but this was your chance too show him you didn't need to be babied and you could protect yourself so you declined his offer and shut off your phone. You hadn't heard or seen any major villains in the area anyway. So, what could be so hard about walking around the city looking out for danger. Tokyo was so beautiful at night too, lovely pink sky tonight, no clouds in sight with birds soaring and chirping. It was so peaceful, you highly doubted that anything bad would happen

The air smelled pure, a nice beautiful breeze blowing your hair around, until... it started to smell smokey and your view of the rosy sky was obscured by azure flames, the extreme heat too close to your skin causing you to stumble backwards into a hard chest as a hand claps tightly against your mouth and nose. Cutting off the air flow to your brain and squeezing your cheeks together as your dragged into an alleyway away from the quiet street. You try to struggle against the man but you can't breathe and you're starting to panic, your nails clawing at his hand gather blood under them. You hear the man hiss in pain before your thrown into the brick wall, hitting your head off of it and falling to the floor as blood drips from the the on your temple. Trying to stand up proves to be more difficult then you thought as your vision turns blurry and your wound aches. You're gasping you realize, trying to suck in as much air as possible before you're kicked in the stomach and thrown a couple feet. You can't breathe in anymore as you groan out, the air coming out in choked huffs. Then he's on top of you, fisting at your hair as you try an' catch your breath, pushing at his chest but he just shoves you back down effortlessly. When your eyes do finally open, they're met by heated sapphire, staring you down and observing you. You quickly recognize the man, from the burn scars and blue flames, this probably the worst possible situation for you, you've heard of Dabi and he doesn't [lay very nice with people. "It's best if you stay down little hero, unless you want to be in the burn unit for awhile... that is if you don't turn to ash first." He laughs in your face, staples stretching as grins far too wide for it too not hurt. Your thrashing ceases at the threat and he hums at you, running a hand down your face wiping the blood from your head. "That's all it took to get you to behave? That's pretty sad, so obsessed with that pretty face you won't fight me?" You try and turn your face away from him but he just moves it back and stares you down, his eyes getting darker as he does so. "If you're.. gonna kill me just do it, I'm not giving you information," you breathe in between your sentence, trying to slow your heart rate. He mockingly pouts at that, before leaning towards your ear and breathing down your neck. "Oh, you are gonna give me something.. just not information doll." He counters, pulling away and sitting on your thighs and pulling up your shirt. You swallow, knowing exactly what he's insinuating, letting your head fall back on the concreate as you squeeze your eyes tight and go limp. He coos at you, pulling up your shirt above your breasts and pulling down your bra, so it sits below your tits. 'It's best too let it happen, maybe he won't kill you if you behave and keep quiet, he can't be for long since there will be other heros coming to patrol the area soon, it'll be over quick.' You chant in your head as you try to block out the sound of him unzipping his pants and the jingle of his belt being undone. Trying too escape into your head doesn't work for you though, when he notices that hazy look in your eyes as you go quiet, he slaps you across the face.

"I don't fucking think so, you think you can escape me using that little head of yours? You're gonna look at me while I fuck you and your gonna thank me after, you understand me?" You nod at him as you cradle your red, stinging cheek. Tears clouding your eyes as they become leaky with salty tears as you attempt to muffle your cries. He finishes undressing you, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your cunt before pumping his cock and slipping inside. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as his head falls back and he growls out in contentment. His hands shoot to your hips as he maneuvers one of your legs from underneath him and over his shoulder. "Fuckin' Christ you're tight, soft little pussy sucking my cock in so good, don't worry I'm not going anywhere," he mocks, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips as he starts to fuck into you. His pace has no rhythm as he just humps at your cunt, a spit-coded finger coming down to rub at your clit in messy circles, slapping at the sensitive bud a couple times when you try to look away from the intensity his eyes provide you with. He leans down and coos at you when you whine, kissing at your cheek and nose, grinning when you make no attempt at moving away. He's so rough, pounding at your cervix and panting in your ear, biting down on your neck. "Just like that, squeeze me tighter baby.. mm fuck- best pussy I've ever had, 'ts fuckin' crying for me... mmph, you might not like me but she sure does, I'll make sure to give 'er a little gift, hm? You think she'd like that? I think she would, I'll cum in you just for her, yeah?" You can't think anymore, head too cloudy as your senses become overstimulated from being fucked like a toy, fuck you really should' ve listened to your father and let him come with you, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so quick to go off on your own and act like a pro, your eyes start to close before you can pity yourself anymore and everything goes black.

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 months ago

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Ordinary Chapter 5, Preplanned spontaneity

Masterlist Word count: 1.7k Zayne x Fem!Reader

Summary: After seeing his best friend getting married to the love of her life, Zayne can't help but be a little jealous. He never had this feeling before. It's almost like he's longing for someone to love. At the wedding, she introduces him to a colleague who instantly forces him out of his comfort zone. Could this be love?

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The car ride is strangely quiet.

Zayne had expected you to talk his ear of excitedly as you had the last few times, but you seem more reserved. Maybe he shouldn't have kissed you, maybe he crossed a boundry, but you hadn't told him no.

Though there's a nervous energy coming from you, you still radiate warmth and comfort in your silence. And despite the silence, there hangs no awkwardness in the air, no urge to make the silence go away. It might not be perfect, but it's fine.

Zayne glances over at you and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. There you are. Elegant, effortlessly you. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminating the specks in your eyes, your glowing skin, your beautiful figure. How could he be so lucky?

In the back of his mind, he's still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Strangely though, his mind has gone to the other extreme. Loving vigorously until he can't anymore. He just gets so lost in you. It's so alien to him, but he has to admit there's something undeniably addictive about stepping out line.

Your words from before still echo in his skul, short-circuiting his usual front of clinical detachment. No one had ever called him beautiful before – competent, yes, reliable, sure – but never something so tender. The way you'd said it too. Like it was the simplest truth in the world.

His stomach swoops dangerously. All these feelings all the time, they're a problem.

'You're thinking very loudly over there,' you muse, glancing at him. 'Penny for your thoughts?'

"I'm terrified I'll ruin this. I'm terrified of my own feelings. I'm terrified I'm overwhelming you. That I'm already ruining this by being too much or not enought. Terrified that you'll realize-"

'Just focussing. We're close to our first stop.' His mind will be the death of him. All these fucking feelings, going from one extreme to the other the whole damn time. It's not healthy, not normal.

Your lips quirck into a smile. 'Alright.' You stretch your arms above your head, the movement makes your sweater ride up and exposes a sliver of your ribcage peeking out above your high-waisted pants. 'You know, you're being awfully mysterious.'

Zayne adjusts his glasses, his focus returning to the road. 'Patience is a virtue.'

'So is honesty,' you shoot back. There's something double about your tone, but your eyes sparkle. It's as if you know something is going on in his mind.

He doesn't have to think too long about it as the GPS announces they've reached their destination. Zayne parallel parks the car with surgical precision (a point of pride, honestly) before killing the engine. He gets out first and walks around the car to open your door for you. The gleaming smile on your face as you take his hand to help you get out is one he will remember for years to come. At least he's doing something right.

You look up at the awning of the shop you're standing in front of. Faded gold lettering proclaims "Artistic Supplies".

'You're kidding,' you say slowly.

Zayne allows himself a small, satisfied smile. 'No, I'm not.'

'You do realize you're enabling my addiction, right?'

He shrugs, 'I'd prefer to say I'm trying to do something that makes you happy.'

This man... You grab his hand and drag him inside, but he seems completely content following you. How he knew you have never been to this particular art store is a mystery to you, but he seems to be enjoying watching you awe like a kid in a candy store.

The place smells a little musty between the smells of different mediums and paint thinners. Wooden display cases and apothecary style storage closets reach up to the ceiling. Sunlight illuminates paper dust particles that float around everywhere. Jars and jars and jars of brushes litter the store's every flat surface. One display case has every type of sketchpad with every thickness and kind of paper you can imagine for every medium you can imagine.

They've got pure pigments, acrylic paints, oil pains, guash, watercolor, oil crayons, charcoal, watercolor pencils, normal pencils, fine liners made for alcohol markers, fine liners made for other types of markers, markers of every kind... pfff, you're nearly out of breath naming all of it in your mind let alone if you tried to for real.

And you see Zayne holding a basket. You almost curse the man for it, but then he gives you a quest.

'I'd like you to get me some essential supplies. Things that you like.' For a moment you just stare at him, something unreadable to him flickering in your eyes. Excitement mostly. Then you take his hand and start walking around the store with him.

An hour passes in a heartbeat as you go through the store like a whirlwind. You dart between aisles, pilling supplies in th basket. Sketchpad, different types of graphite pencils, charcoal, kneadable eraser. And those are just the things you are picking up for Zayne. In your hand are a few small jars of pigment, three brushes you hadn't been able to get at your regular art store, a sketchpad under your arm.

What you did not notice was that Zayne was putting a second of every item you picked for him in the basket.

At checkout, you want to pay but Zayne takes the things out of your hands and puts them on the counter. 'My treat.'

'Zayne, my stuff is easily over a hundred bucks or something. Let me-'

'Why don't you wait outside? I'll be right there.' It sounds like a suggestion but feels almost like a command. You still feel a little bad making him pay, but he seems happy to do so.

'Alright.'

'Thank you,' he says as he pulls you into him for a second and presses a kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks heat and you almost rush out of the shop, Zayne's chuckle following you out.

It feels strange to be taken care of. You've always been on your own, or with men who let you carry the full load of the relationship. You were fully prepared to do that now too because his insecurities, but he planned a date and he's paying for your things. Why does it make you feel incompetent? Why does it feel like you're less than? Why do you not allow yourself to enjoy good things that come your way?

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You had suggested to Zayne to leave the art supplies in the car, but he was dead set on taking a leisurely stroll to the botanical gardens close to the art store. Apparently, the cashier was raving about it but you're not quite sure.

Zayne is gleaming, walking a little too close to you. Your shoulder keeps brushing again him, your hands touching every few steps. For some reason, you are determined to let him make the move of holding your hand but you're desperate at this point. You want him so bad. You want to hold his hand so bad.

The next time your hands bump together, you hook your pinky onto his. It's innocent, innocuous, something else starting with in... intimate? You hear a breathy chuckle coming from him as his hand moves to weave his fingers between yours. His grasp is firm but gentle.

Slowly, the scenery of the street changes. It becomes quieter, serene, beautiful as lush greenery appears on every corner. You stop at the entrance where Zayne shows the staff his phone and they scan something on his screen. You presume it's tickets. Seems you were right about this not being so spontaneous.

The staff member tells him something you don't quite focus on. He nods and turns to you. 'Are you hungry?' You can almost hear your stomach rumble. It's far past 12 and though you normally eat much later than that, walking around has gotten you quite peckish.

'Starving,' you say with a smile. He leads you through the garden, seeming to know very well where he's going. Maybe the staff member told him about some lunchroom inside the botanical gardens? But no.

You arrive at a willow tree on the edge of one of the many manmade lakes in the botanical gardens. It's a stunning sight, with lillies and lillypads covering the lake, lush gras surrounding the pond, and all sorts of butterflies and dragonflies darting around. And under the tree is a picnic blanket with a wicker basket.

'You arranged a picnic for us?'

He simply smiles and sits down on the blanket. You watch as he unpacks the basket. There's wine, juice, fresh bread, olives, quiche, some spreads for the bread. Zayne starts slicing up the bread and puts one of the spreads on a piece. 'I might have pulled some strings.'

'You,' you point at him as you sit down, 'are secretly a romantic.'

'It's basic planning,' he argues gently as he hands you the piece of bread.

'Sure it is,' you tease. He watches you as you take a bite from the bread. Your smile makes his heart melt. That's what he did all of this for. To see that smile again.

He keeps offering you food and wine whilst you talk his ear off about this and that. He wonders if this is what bliss feels like.

When you are sated and leaning back on your elbows on the blanket, you sigh. The sight in front of you is so beautiful, as is the sight beside you. Zayne laying on his back with his hands folded under his head, eyes closed, looking completely at ease. 'I wish I could draw this.'

'Good thing we stopped by the art store then,' he answers and hands you the bag with the stuff he bought without even opening his eyes.

'These are supposed to be for you.'

'I bought extra, just in case.' He can't help the grin that spreads on his face. You look in the bag and see doubles of everything you recommended to him.

'Are you kidding? Zayne, when did you become such a romantic?'

After that, you spend hours teaching Zayne some basic techniques for drawing a scenery in perspective and some basic portrait sketches. He pretends he doesn't notice the edges of your pages filing up with small sketches of his face and his features, but he secretly tries to do the same though his drawings look a lot rougher. Not much else of the gardens are explored as you stay on the picnic blanket until you realize it's almost seven pm and your stomach is rumbling once again.

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ellstronaut · 11 months ago

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I’M ONLY A FOOL FOR YOU

thinking about Ellie singing this while having a messy situationship with you

it’s a constant battle of hot and cold, a dangerous dance between love and lust. some days she can’t even stand the sight of you, pretty but messy all the while—yet other times she can’t get enough—

how is it that you’re both confident and insecure, cold yet warm? a walking paradox wrapped up in the sweetest deception — you drive her to the brink of insanity, pushing her emotions to the extreme, leaving her in turmoil, desperately grappling for balance amidst the whirlwind of your presence

she hates how she can’t get you out of her head —hates how you linger like a bittersweet aftertaste. tries to be strong, tells herself it’s just physical, just pleasure, but the truth is you’ve woven yourself into her thoughts

because every time she walks away, every goddamn time, she’s sucked helplessly into your gravitational pull. it’s infuriating and exhilarating as it is addicting. but she craves it, hates it, and hates herself even more for it

hooked on your touch, the way you take care of her even if it’s to a fault. every time you kiss her, she loses all sense of restraint. every time you press your body against hers, closer and closer, skin tingling where your fingers wander

lower and lower—it’s a reckless freefall, a storm of sensations

you’re so casual about it

“so fuckin’ pretty el”

“s-sorry”

“dont be”

so unapologetic, and she’s caught off guard how effortlessly the words slip out your tongue, a mixture of pride, desire—

“you’re such a dick,” she’d mumble, a hint of annoyance. contrasting greatly with the way her body responds to you. the slight crack in her voice, a shiver of vulnerability that belies her flustered state, heart pulsing at your praise—secretly wanting to hear you say it again, because honestly? beneath her tough exterior she craves validation only you can give.

“good girl”

it makes her weak—every. single. time; the deep, smooth drawl of your voice, so firm so authoritative, so drunk

or when you gently stroke her hair — every time your fingers thread between her messy auburn locks, the shiver that shoots down her spine. every stroke, every curl—slow and tender, she can feel it, and for a moment you’re taking care of something delicate—

precious

it drives her batshit crazy. the power you hold over her, that in a matter of seconds you can reduce her to a shuddering mess, half flustered, the other half just incredibly, foolishly turned on

“don’t,” she’d warn

a weak protest, you both know it, she’d see the way the corners of your mouth turn into an impish grin, smug bastard you are—ugh.

“don’t what, baby?” you’d ask, voice low, sultry, a tad bit dangerous

“stop,” she’d try again, voice lacking conviction. you can tell she’s torn between resisting and giving in, between her ego and this pathetic desire for you to continue

“why should i?” you’d say, a teasing tone. one hand settled just above the band of her shorts, the other reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, your touch feather-light yet oh-so-intimate

breath catching. body arching, you’re so crazy observant, gingerly stroking the faint scar on her upper lip, kissing her there would be cruel, to suckle, leave a mark, this territorial need to brand her—

the thought crosses your mind,

to claim her, make her yours in that primal way. it’s an impulse, a possessiveness you can’t fully explain. she’s so beautiful, so perfect — and yet there’s something about knowing that someone else might’ve left a mark on her, some other fool who had the pleasure of kissing her, caressing her pretty pretty skin

stirs something within you

you don’t like it

ignites this animalistic feeling. a need to protect, to erase any evidence of anyone else’s hands on her body, replace it with your own touch, your own taste, your own name on her pretty pretty lips.

“look at me” you instruct, chin angled up to meet your gaze. a feral edge to your voice, a hunger that can’t be ignored. fingers wedged between her thighs, inching closer and closer towards that sweet spot. her body tensing, shaky little gasps, the tension between you almost palpable—

this idea of being the only one who gets to see her like this, vulnerable and needy and aching— it’s the only thing keeping you from losing your damn mind right—this insatiable desire to make her writhe and whimper, to make her feel things—consumes you to the brim,

it takes all of your restraint not to sink your teeth into her skin

she wants to tell you off, tell you to keep your hands to yourself for once, but the words get stuck in her throat.

so your hands move over her like you’re mapping every dip every curve. that you’ve memorised every inch, they’re gentle but firm, teasing yet tantalizing—a relentless assault on her senses

because making her cum

isn’t a chore, unravelling her in the most intimate way is your favourite game. every move on your part calculated, designed to drive her over the edge, to toy with her. no, you revel in it. it’s a challenge, an art you’ve mastered. you know exactly how to touch her, where to press and kiss, to slow down, when to speed up. it’s a slow, delicious game and she’s

so, so helpless

and so so reactive

the sound of her moans and gasps, the way your name quivers from her lips; a desperate plea.

but even then, the fights still leave her chest hollow, aching, and the silence that follows? the cold shoulder you give her? leave her reeling and desperate for comfort, any semblance of closure you know damn well you’re not willing to give her

hurts

a bone-deep ache that settles in her chest, just another reminder of how complicated things are between you—how complicated you are

it’s the way you shut her out, sweet one minute, like ice the next. she’s tired of it, tired of your flaky ass moods, the way you shut her out when you’re mad.

consistency, a normal relationship, is that too much to ask? but you just can’t seem to give her that can you?

no matter how badly she craves your attention—how good it feels being this close, there’s always repercussions. always stupid shit to argue over then apologise profusely weeks later. you blame it on your zodiac, or some stupid-self-diagnosed-shit-like-avoidant-attachment-style

she knows you’re deflecting, its easier to blame your actions on stupid shit like the stars than your own mistakes and shortcomings. and yet, she can’t help but want you. it would be oh-so easy to walk away, find someone who can offer her stability

normalcy

which only makes the pain all too real. it’s maddening, the way you make her feel. how can someone be so infuriatingly wonderful? cruel, loving, passionate

yet she can’t even bring herself to face the truth

cause fuck being vulnerable

that shit hurts

caring too much fuckin hurts

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natashamaximoff1 · 9 months ago

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Agatha x vampiress reader

Tw: blood

Word count: 1,753

Summary: After Y/N has a long day the only thing on her mind is her next meal and her next drink, which finds her in a bar and face to face with the most stunning witch she’s seen in her life

It had been a long day and there was only two things on your mind. Where your next meal was going to come from? Where the closest bar was?

As hungry as you were, the need for an alcoholic drink was stronger which coincidently lead you to this small local bar, it seemed quite quiet from first impressions but that made sense considering it was in the middle of nowhere.

As you were in your way over to the bar you noticed the most gorgeous woman one person could possibly ever lay their eyes on, still you continued to make your way over to the bar remembering to make a mental note to approach the woman afterwards.

Once you arrived at the bar you ordered two shots of Bacardi, one for you and one for the mysterious woman. You left the bar, drinks in hand being extremely precautious of where you were placing your feet on the ground whilst still scouring the room for the woman you noticed across the bar earlier.

Once you found her, you started to approach her, planning out everything you were going to say.

Space between you both started to get smaller and smaller as you got closer and closer, your nerves started to set it, you really had never seen someone more dropdead gorgeous in your lifetime.

Closer and closer, the little details in her face becoming more evident with each step you took, from her gorgeous blue eyes to the dimples in the corner of her mouth when she smiles.

“Hi my name is Y/N. I noticed you from across the bar, you’re gorgeous. I bought a shot over for you, call it my treat.” You said placing it down in front of the brown haired woman.

“Hi dear, the names Agatha, lovely to meet you.” The blue eyed woman said before taking the shot.

Your couldn’t take your eyes off of her, her beauty almost bewitching. She took the shot effortlessly, no weird faces like anyone else you ever gifted that exact same drink to.

“Thanks for the shot dear, it was good. Although you don’t look like the kind of gal to be into shots, I would have said you were a pint person.” Agatha said.

You laughed. “Well Agatha, I can be full of surprises if you play your cards right.” You said winking at her seductively.

You noticed the slightest of blushes that appeared on her cheek and oh how it made you hungry not to mention how absolutely adorable she looked.

It was now your mission to get this woman to come back home with you, to do what? You had no idea.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing in a bar like this all alone?” Agatha asked.

“I could ask you the same question dear” you said with a grin before finally taking your own shot.

“I asked first” replied the blue eyed woman.

She was right, she did ask first which gave you no other choice but to answer the question. “ I needed a drink and thought it was a good idea to go alone, now I’m starting to learn that it was indeed the correct decision.” You added.

“And why do you feel like that was the correct choice? There’s all kinds of dangerous people just waiting for a lonely and pretty girl like you to just walk past them.” Agatha simply replied.

“Being alone outside allows me to have conversations with breathtaking women, exactly like what we’re having now and miss Agatha I can assure you that I will be in no danger at all.” You said as you flashed your teeth at her.

Agatha never caught on that you were a vampire, even with the extremely pale skin and the grey eyes, although the woman was looking at you it was never anywhere else but your chest, stolen glances below the neck line as frequently as she thought she could get away with it.

And you thought you weren’t so subtle but she just was in her own league.

“Cat got your tongue, my dear.” You asked when you noticed she was again staring at below the neckline.

“What? No! I was just… distracted.” She said.

“What do you say about getting out of here Agatha, dear.” You asked.

“Sounds wonderful, your place or mine?” She asked.

You didn’t answer, just made your way to your car, hoping the woman was following behind you, she wasn’t.

“Well come on sweetheart, don’t just stand there. Come.” You said sounding more assertive.

Agatha definitely felt something just then, if there’s one thing she wanted it was to be bitten by a vampiress and she had a feeling that tonight just might be that lucky night.

The both of your intentions lined up, not that either of you were aware.

You snapped Agatha out of her daydreaming, hand placed firmly on the handle as she heard you.

“Vámanos” you said. You weren’t sure how long you could keep yourself away from her, she was looking more delicious with every passing minute.

The drive back to your house was quiet but not awkward. The tension could have been cut with a knife.

You pulled up on to your drive before quickly getting out of the car and heading to Agatha’s side to open the door for her.

“A gentleman as well as a pretty lady, well isn’t that quite the combo.” She smirked “and they say chivalry is dead.”

That got a little laugh to escape your mouth. Oh how you wanted to taste her, it was getting even harder to not just launch yourself at her neck.

You opened the door letting Agatha enter first but before you even had the chance to close the door, Agatha had already pressed her lips upon your own.

It was a nice but unexpected surprise which lead to you pulling away. You hated yourself for that.

“Would you like anything to drink?” You asked trying not to get too hung up on the whole pulling away thing.

“I’ll take some tequila if you have any.” she joked.

You missed the joke and went to grab the tequila, you also grabbed the salt and lime wedges. If you were going to have tequila you were going to have it in shots properly.

“I hope you don’t mind, I brought the lime and salt as well.”

Agatha looked slightly surprise that you actually brought through the tequila but she wasn’t one to complain.

For the next hour or two, you both sat and talked, learning new things about one another.

You found out Agatha was a witch, not just any witch but a very powerful and quite feared one at that, yet you weren’t even the tiniest bit scared of her, even though you’ve only just met her a few hours ago, you would trust her with your entire life. She was captivating, how could someone branded so evil be so soft and warm hearted?

Agatha had learned a lot about you and your past. She could see past the walls you kept up, you were just as vulnerable as her yet you both would never let anyone know.

With more time passing the drinks kept flowing.

You made yourself get closer to Agatha, practically straddling her. You whispered into her ear. “Oh won’t you lay back for me, my dear.”

This caught Agatha by surprise but it didn’t stop her from doing as she was told.

She laid down, back flush against the couch.

“Good girl.” You said, moving towards the lime, salt and tequila.”

Agatha looked slightly confused but decided not to mention anything.

You stood beside her, admiring the view very briefly before unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her bare chest.

Oh what a sight to see, you thought to yourself.

You took the lid off the tequila and poured it into a shot glass before placing it upon Agatha’s stomach.

“Do not move, not a single muscle.” You said.

She realised very quickly what your intentions were and she’d be lying to herself if she denied to being turned on even in the slightest.

You continued setting it up on this gorgeous canvas you had right instinct of you, salt on the neck and a lime in the mouth.

You made yourself way back down to her stomach and picked up the shot glass in your mouth, tipping your head as far back as it would go making sure not to leave anything in the bottom.

You slowly made your way up to her neck leaving trails of kisses along her chest as you went, once you reached the neck you slowly licked away the salt. You placed one last kiss on her neck before moving closer to her lips. You looked at the wedge of lime placed between her lips but you just didn’t feel satisfied.

Agatha looked surprised at your hesitation not having any idea as to why you were.

Then it hit her or should I say bit her, you sunk your teeth into her neck, taking some of her blood for yourself.

You could have sworn you heard a silent moan come from her lips.

She tasted so good, she was definitely worth the wait.

Agatha just lay there for a moment, she couldn’t believe what had just happened and before she had the chance to comprehend it, you took the lime out of her mouth ever so gently making sure your fingers stayed close to her lips and then kissed her. You wanted her to taste just how good her own blood was.

After a couple of minutes you pulled away and used the lime, it was the perfect palette cleanser.

“Holy fuck Y/N sweetheart, that’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me!”

You just looked at her and grinned before going in for another kiss, you just couldn’t help yourself. She was just so gorgeous.

You wanted to taste her again but you refrained.

Meanwhile, Agatha took another shot about 5 minutes ago and ever since then she’s been asking you to bite her again.

She tried to say it’s because it provided a sense of intimacy but it was really just because she missed the sensation but you were aware of that.

Your protests didn’t last too long as all you wanted to do was taste her again and who were you to deny you both of such pleasure even if it did only happen because Agatha seemed so desperate.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #Agatha harkness x reader #vampiress reader #agatha harkness fic

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mori233 · 2 years ago

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐅𝐄𝐌.

𝑻𝑾: 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑.

•Alastor Arawn, known as the most feared and respected hitman in the criminal underworld, was an imposing figure. With his impressive appearance, he was a handsome man, tall and with a strong and toned physique. Always dressed in an impeccable black suit, his deep blue eyes like the ocean stood out on his face, highlighting his prominent dark circles. His black hair was always perfectly groomed.

• However, behind this intimidating appearance, Alastor carried a difficult and abusive life story. He had never known true love, except for the crumbs his broken mother had given him. Her voice echoed in his dark thoughts, reminding him that when he found someone to love, it should be different from his father. Never hurt, only love unconditionally, giving everything he had.

• Despite his solitary life, Alastor dreamed of having a normal life with someone to love. However, he knew that this was an unattainable wish given the world he lived in. Despite this, he continued to yearn for love, his heart aching at times, an eternal struggle against his thoughts.

• Despite his dedication to work, Alastor accumulated a considerable fortune. However, he never spent his money on anything, preferring to save it. This choice resulted in his rise to billionaire status, and he ended up buying a mansion in one of the city's wealthiest neighborhoods. The house was discreet, just like the people who inhabited it.

•Highly trained in the art of killing, Alastor always came out victorious in his missions. His life was constantly at stake in the dangerous underworld game, but he effortlessly eliminated his opponents. He was a constant threat to those who tried to take him down, always one step ahead.

•Alastor possessed a sharp intelligence for reading people, especially those who sought him out for their own gains. His keen instinct allowed him to identify the motivations and true intentions of anyone who crossed his path. He knew he couldn't easily trust the people around him, being cautious and always acting with extreme suspicion.

•Despite his painful and dark life in the criminal underworld, Alastor Arawn harbored a burning desire for love and a different life. He was a feared and respected figure, but also someone who longed to find someone who would love him unconditionally, accepting him in his entirety, including his inner demons. For now, he would continue his lonely journey, always staying alert and readily willing to protect the only thing that truly mattered: his own life.

•At least until you arrived, my beautiful wife, Alastor's story took on a new chapter. He remembered so well the first time he saw you, that memory was one of the most cherished among all he had by his side.

•On that day, Alastor was on one of his missions, tasked with eliminating a low-level criminal. However, there was a small problem: the target was about to perform in an orchestra concert. Alastor knew he had to act with caution.

•He entered the grand concert venue, a place lavishly decorated with the luxuries of society. Powerful individuals were present, but he knew they weren't from the underworld, as the government hid that reality from the population to avoid chaos. But Alastor was not there to dwell on that, he had a clear objective.

•Sitting discreetly behind the target, Alastor was able to appreciate the music that filled the room. Each instrument blended into a beautiful and enchanting melody. Curiously, as the music softly diminished, revealing even more incredible sounds, a new melody captured Alastor's keen ears. Definitely, someone stood out among all, maybe it was a piano, although the area where the person played was somewhat dark.

•The sweet and seductive melody touched the seemingly dead heart of Alastor. He was enchanted with every beat of his heart, just like the people around him who looked admirably at the new sound. Nevertheless, Alastor never forgot the real reason for being there, for having his target seated in front of him.

•Then, a light illuminated the skilled person playing the piano, revealing a beautiful woman elegantly dressed in a dress and high heels. Her fingers danced professionally across the keys of the black piano. Alastor opened his eyes, his heart racing as if it would burst. He was so enchanted to see you for the first time that, for a few minutes, he completely forgot his true purpose there.

•As soon as the performance ended, everyone stood up, including Alastor, to applaud standing up. His piercing blue eyes stared at every fiber of your being, he needed to find out more about you. As your target left, Alastor followed calmly, effortlessly, but his mind was completely focused on you, on the beautiful figure that seemed like an angel playing that piano.

•When the target passed through an alley, Alastor pulled out a gun with a built-in silencer from inside his suit and, with little effort, eliminated him. As soon as Alastor left the alley, the underworld "cleaners" quickly took care of cleaning the area and removing the target's body.

•Alastor became increasingly intrigued by you, perhaps that's the right word to describe his feeling towards you. He started investigating everything about you, attending all your piano performances. It was quite easy, considering you were a professional and extremely famous pianist.

•He always watched you from afar, but suddenly he couldn't stay away anymore. You became the only thing he would never allow to leave his life. Alastor collected information about you, discovering your likes, passions, your family, your favorite food, and even the address where you lived. He knew everything about you, while you had no idea who he was.

•The first time he approached you was strange. After one of your performances, you saw him, a tall man dressed in an elegant suit, approaching. Alastor was calm, though cautious. He found you so adorable, but the silence between you was awkward. Quickly, like a trained professional in various situations, he complimented you and gently kissed your hand.

•After that encounter, things started to go right for Alastor. The killer felt more and more enchanted by you. You were calm, reserved, and kind, rarely speaking. This made Alastor need to communicate more to get closer to you.

•However, one day, a man approached you and flirted shamelessly. This enraged the assassin. He smiled falsely kindly at the man and pushed him away from you. His mother's words echoed in his mind, no one would take you away from him. You were the only person he felt such strong and intense emotions for.

•Alastor had always lived a dangerous life filled with dark secrets. As a hitman, he learned to trust only himself and to hide his true intentions behind a charming mask.

•Alastor's feelings for you grew overwhelmingly, becoming stronger and uncontrollable. He was willing to do anything to keep you by his side, protected and safe from all the evil that could haunt you.

•As the days went by, you found yourself deeply enchanted by the mysterious man named Alastor Arawn. He was always present at all your performances, always watching you with a caring look. This gesture amazed you, and you couldn't deny that he was extremely handsome.

•The assassin, in turn, began to get more and more involved in your life. An idea began to take shape in his mind: to retire from the world of shadows and leave behind his life as a hitman. This decision was not easy, as it involved completing a mission considered impossible by many. However, Alastor managed to overcome it, showing his unmatched determination and skill.

•Alastor's retirement caused a great turmoil in the underworld of crime, after all, Joker had abandoned his career without leaving any traces or explanations. No one knew the true reason behind this decision, which further increased curiosity and speculations.

•After leaving everything behind, he finally entered into a relationship with you. Alastor was extremely affectionate, always spoiling, taking care of, and showing his love for you. You got married, becoming husband and wife, but even after the marriage, you never discovered your husband's true dark past.

•Alastor was skilled at hiding his sinful and dark emotions. You were his world, the beating heart that made him feel complete. He would do anything to ensure your safety, your love, and to have you by his side. To him, that was love. It was the kind of love he had always yearned for in his life, the love he thought he didn't deserve.

•Despite his gentle, patient, and understanding personality, Alastor also showed a certain level of paranoia. This was not surprising, given everything he had witnessed and faced in his life. He had tendencies of overprotection and traces of obsession, even after getting married. However, all of this could be overlooked with plenty of love and understanding. The issues that arose in your relationship were distinct.

•Alastor can also be an extremely dedicated husband. He is skilled in various areas. Alastor is also an excellent cook, cleans the house impeccably, and even knows how to sew. He always seeks to improve his skills to be useful to you.

•Furthermore, Alastor is extremely affectionate towards you. He loves to pamper you and showers you with care and attention. He takes pride in having you as his wife and sees you as the center of his world. Whenever possible, he whispers sweet words in your ear, reaffirming how special you are to him.

•However, beneath all this love and attention, hides Alastor's yandere side. He is capable of becoming obsessive and possessive to the point of becoming dangerous. He can't stand the idea of losing you or seeing you get involved with other people. These emotions can lead him to act violently or extremely to ensure that you are always by his side.

•"Mine, mine [Name], my goddess, my wife, I love how your fingers touch that piano. Can you teach me to play?."

#yandere x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere husband

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kk095 · 1 year ago

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Katie in Trauma

Katie was 28 years old, standing at 5’9 with a thick, sturdy build with wavy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a pretty face, thick thighs, and large, perky, natural breasts. Katie was from South Carolina, and was the epitome of a cute country girl, talking with a sweet southern drawl. Katie had lived out on the outskirts of town on a larger plot of land her family owned, and enjoyed riding horses.

Yesterday while riding one of her horses, she was ejected from the horse while riding, her thick frame being tossed effortlessly by the naturally strong animal. Katie had landed hard on the ground, hearing a loud snap in her right leg. Katie immediately tried to get up, but felt extreme pain in her right leg when she tried to put pressure on it, letting out a loud yelp and cry. The horse, which was still nearby, became spooked, and kicked Katie in the chest rather hard with its two back legs before scurrying off to who knows where. Katie felt something pop in her chest, and a deep, tearing pain started to develop inside her chest. She also felt a sharp pain whenever she inhaled. Due to the isolation of the area Katie was in, it took her quite awhile to get ahold of anyone she knew, let alone EMS.

With that said, Katie had arrived at the emergency department much later than she ideally should have. Katie now laid on the trauma room table underneath the harsh, fluorescent overhead light. She was in a c-collar on a backboard, stripped down to just her bra and matching underwear, her brown hair in a messy ponytail. Her right thigh was bruised and discolored, being splinted by EMS. She was absolutely terrified, on the verge of tears, taking rapid shallow breaths. Her eyes scanned the room full of complete strangers who barked orders and medical jargon at one another. The heart monitors were chirping loud and fast, creating a bit of anxiety for Katie. Katie had never experienced the level of pain she was in. Her right leg was very sore and sensitive, with a bit of throbbing. The tearing pain in her chest was 100 times worse than it was at the onset of the accident, and she still felt a sharp pain whenever she inhaled. The adrenaline began to wear off, and the pain intensified further. Katie started to cry hysterically, letting the pain and fear overwhelm her.

Dr Lindsay and Dr Sarah were in charge of Katie’s care, assisted by our usual team of nurses. Katie’s blood pressure was dangerously low and continuing to drop rapidly, and her heart rate was elevated. Katie’s bra was snipped off, allowing her big, perky breasts to spill out. This revealed a huge bruise in between her breasts in the center of her chest. Dr Lindsay lowered her stethoscope onto Katie’s bare chest and auscultated her heart and lungs. “muffled heart sounds, diminished breath sounds left side.” Lindsay informs Dr Sarah. With those findings on auscultation, the two doctors decided to follow up with a chest x-ray and an echocardiogram. The chest x ray displayed some bruising and swelling in the sternum along with some of her ribs, but couldn’t conclusively prove if there were or weren’t any fractures. The chest x ray also showed that there was a left sided tension pneumothorax with slight tracheal deviation. The echocardiogram was performed moments later, revealing cardiac tamponade with a possible cardiac chamber injury. “ok, let’s do a chest tube then a pericardiocentesis and go from there.” Dr Sarah decided, Lindsay nodding in agreement. While the chest tube tray was being set up, Katie cried hysterically. “I’m so scared… I don’t wanna die…” she moaned to nurse Nancy. “it’s ok sweetie, you’re in good hands.” Nancy replies in a soothing, reassuring tone, stroking the young lady’s hair a bit. “Don’t let me die…” Katie cried, squeezing nurse Nancy’s hand.

The chest tube tray was set up, and the doctors got things going. The left side of Katie’s rib cage was sterilized with antiseptic, and Lindsay picked up the scalpel. Dr Lindsay made a 1 inch cut in between Katie’s 4th and 5th ribs. Katie felt the scalpel’s every move, moaning and crying loudly, begging the trauma team to stop. The underlying fat and tissue was incised by Dr Lindsay, exposing the intercostal muscles. Lindsay used a large clamp to spread the intercostal muscles, then stuck her index finger inside the incision area to penetrate the pleura, and create an opening for the tube that was soon to be inserted. Lindsay clamped off the proximal end of the chest tube, and jammed it inside the small, 1 inch incision. Katie yelped and screamed, wincing in pain from the quick, but brutal procedure. When the tube reaches the correct location, air hissed out of the tube, and reestablished normal activity within the left lung. The sharp pain Katie was experiencing while breathing instantly went away.

After the chest tube placement, the next order of business was the pericardiocentesis. The large needle for the procedure was picked up by Dr Sarah, and immediately noticed by Katie. Her eyes widened, looking at the large, thin needle. “no way! Nuh uh! You’re not sticking that in me!” a terrified Katie said to Dr Sarah. “It’s gonna help you a lot! We promise it won’t hurt as bad as the last thing we did.” Dr Sarah replied, trying to reason with her. “no way! Do something different! You’re not poking me with that!” a terrified Katie replied. Dr Sarah was able to talk Katie off the ledge a bit, and started the procedure. The front of Katie’s chest was sterilized once again, and the ultrasound wand was placed over Katie’s heart to help guide Sarah during the procedure. Dr Sarah always preferred the parasternal approach for pericardiocentesis, even though most doctors nowadays use the apical approach. Sarah took the long, thin needle and inserted it in the 6th intercostal space at the left sternal border by the cardiac notch of the left lung. The needle was inserted at a 90 degree angle because this poses a lower risk of damaging the nerves and blood vessels in between the ribs. Katie wasn’t in a ton of pain during the procedure. She felt the pressure of the needle while it made its way into her chest cavity, along with a quick little pinch here and there. When the needle reached the correct depth, the needle was inserted through the pericardium, and the catheter was attached to the back of the needle. Dr Sarah then pulled the plunger on the needle, removing the excess blood in the pericardial sac. The catheter quickly filled up with 200ML of blood. Dr Sarah swapped the catheter out so additional blood could be drained. A few drops of blood started to get in Katie’s chest after the 2nd catheter became quickly overfilled with blood. “ok, 400ML of blood that quick is a bit much. I’m thinking we page the OR.” Dr Sarah says to Lindsay. The needle was removed from Katie’s chest, and the procedure concluded.

Before the team had the opportunity to contact the OR, Katie’s blood pressure began to take a nosedive, and she began to drift in and out of consciousness. “katie? Stay with us sweetie!” nurse Nancy said, doing a firm sternal rub. Katie’s eyes opened slightly, and tried to mumble something. Katie then began taking a few gasps, before coughing up a large amount of blood. Katie spit up a large amount of blood almost immediately after, and let out a calm exhale. Katie’s eyes were half open, glazed over, her mouth agape. Due to the quick change of events, it was decided that Katie would be intubated. An ET tube was navigated into her airway, being held in place with a blue tube holder once at the correct depth.

Within a minute or two after intubation, Katie had gone into cardiac arrest. Deep , violent chest compressions were started on Katie. Her big, perky tits jiggled around. Her chest caved in, and her flabby belly bounced outwards from the residual force the compressions. Epinephrine and atropine were injected into her IV line, trying to obtain a shockable rhythm since PEA was on the monitors. After the first dose of meds and first handful of minutes worth of chest compressions failed to restart her heart, Dr Lindsay made the decision to perform a thoracotomy on Katie. Betadine was splashed across Katie’s chest, staining it a brownish orangey color. A quick, crude incision was made in the 5th intercostal space beginning just to the left of the sternum, extended laterally across her chest, underneath her left breast, and ultimately ended up a few inches shy of her left armpit. The underlying tissue was quickly dissected and incised, creating an opening for the rib spreader. Next up, the finochietto rib spreader was placed into the large, fresh gash in Katie’s chest. The knob on the spreader was turned, forcefully prying her ribs apart. A popping and cracking sound filled the room in the moments her chest was being opened.

Once Katie’s chest was opened adequately, there was a large rush of blood. The wet slurping sound from the suction tube was heard while the team tried to create a good line of sight. While suction continued, Dr Lindsay placed a vascular clamp on the descending portion of the aorta near Katie’s diaphragm. A few additional attempts were needed to create a good line of sight. After a good view of the thoracic anatomy was obtained, a vertical incision was made in the thin, fibrous pericardium. Thick, gooey, coagulated blood exited the pericardial sac, having to be suctioned out. There was a large amount of clotted blood trapped inside the pericardium which took an additional 3 minutes to clear out all the way. Next, the pericardium was peeled back, and Katie’s boggy, fibrillating heart was delivered. Lindsay wrapped her hands around Katie’s heart, feeling it slide and squirm around in her gloved hands. Lindsay squeezed hard and vigorously, sending much needed blood throughout Katie’s dying body. A wet, rhythmic squishing sound was made from the internal massage the was being performed. Dr Lindsay massaged Katie’s heart for several minutes, and another dose of drugs were given, but nothing had changed.

Lindsay wanted to try her luck with the internal paddles next. The large, spoon shaped paddles were charged to 20 joules, lowered into Katie’s chest around her weakly fidgeting heart, and the first shock was delivered. A dull, muted thunk filled the room. Katie’s torso flopped abruptly before falling back limp. The ,20 joules shock had failed to change the situation, so another shock was delivered moments later at 30 joules. Katie’s torso jolted violently, her big tits shaking in response to the stronger dose of electricity. There still wasn’t any change after that second shock, so a third one was delivered moments later, also at 30 joules. A dull, wet thump was heard, followed by the heart monitors alarming loudly while Katie’s blue eyes remained open, staring up above lifelessly. Shock #3 didn’t do the trick either, so Lindsay upped the ante, delivering a fourth shock at 40 joules. Katie’s toes curled at the far end of the table, showing off the neon pink nail polish on her toes, along with the thick, soft, meaty wrinkles throughout the soles of her size 12 feet. V-fib was still winning the battle, so Lindsay shocked again at 40 joules, but was once again unsuccessful. The electric whirring of the internal paddles charging was heard, followed by a dull, wet thunk. Katie’s body jolted sharply on the table, but her heart continued fluttering erratically.

After 3 more unsuccessful shocks, Katie had gone into PEA, so meds were pushed into her IV line. Lindsay forcefully reached back into Katie’s chest and began vigorously massaging her heart. Lindsay could feel Katie’s strong heart twitching and fluttering in her hands. Lindsay squeezed and squeezed, doing anything and everything to restart Katie’s heart. After an additional 7 minutes worth of efforts, Katie had converted back to v-fib. Lindsay charged the paddles to 40, lowered them back around Katie’s heart, and delivered the next shock. Katie’s feet kicked around and slammed back down at the far end of the table, showing off the thick, soft wrinkles throughout her soles once again. The paddles were readied again, and another unsuccessful shock was delivered. Followed by another…and another…and another, and so on.

Ultimately, Dr Lindsay shocked Katie an additional 8 times with the internal paddles and maxed her out on drugs. At the 33 minute mark of the code, it was noted that Katie’s pupils were fixed and dilated. At that point, the trauma team ceased their efforts, calling time of death on Katie at 8:27pm while she was still in v-fib. The ambu bag was detached from the ET tube and the chirping, beeping, alarming monitors were turned off. The EKG electrodes were taken off of Katie’s chest, and a blue surgical drape was placed over the thoracotomy site, hiding Katie’s heart as it fired off its last few impulses. A cover was placed over Katie’s body, concealing the terrified gaze on her face. A toe tag was placed on the big toe of her left foot, which dangled against her big, wrinkly soles, signifying a tragic end to Katie’s time in our emergency department.

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spirestar · 29 days ago

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@lustraveil asked : 💋 sugushoko

Shoko sighs into the air and her fingers twitch at her side for a cigarette. She tries not to think too much about how quickly habits become a part of you. Like curses on non-sorcerers. Being forced to quit has gotten easier since Jujutsu High had new smoke detectors installed--an unnecessary expense, some of the higher ups argued, but they lost in the end--and she's been far too busy to go outside until today. Combine how few sorcerers there are now with the amount of unprecedentedly dangerous curses making their way into the world and the school is left with an extremely exhausted and burnt out healer. Only one. Shoko scoffs under her breath and digs her hands into her skirt pockets, finding only her lighter / I'm still a student you know! / She needs a fucking break.

She needs a goddamn cigarette.

"Yo," a voice calls, her vision taken up by the front of a student's uniform that matches her own. "You look terrible." Geto screws up his nose with mock disgust. Shoko hardly reacts--Only exhales into the cool night air. It feels good to have it on her skin again. She hasn't seen her classmates in days, knows they've all been just as busy.

"You look worse," she grumbles and glares up at the sky. Should've bought more with her last stipend. Maybe she should've gotten into caffeine more, cartoonish colorful energy drinks or something. Ah well, there's still time. Maybe coffee would help. Shoko considers Suguru obviously, her eyes sweeping him up and down and landing back on his face, the miserable bags under his eyes, his posture that was never so terrible before Haibara, before Toji. But these are things she's not supposed to point out. Common decency or whatever, right? Personally, corpses are starting to lose some effect on her and she's not sure how to deal with that either. "Where have you been?"

A few seconds pass before Geto leans sidles up to stand by her and watch the stars in their stillness. "Assignments. Nothing I couldn't handle." Well we both know that, Shoko thinks. He turns partway to meet her pointed look at him, the sort of look that tells him he's on notice. Casually, he shoves a hand into his own pocket and grabs something in it before freezing once he's got a hold of it. "Okay, okay, I know bribes are the only way with you when you're like this--"

Her eyes go wide with anticipation, the closest to joy she's felt in days coursing through to her fingertips so she can snatch what's surely the exact thing she needs--"I won't take back what I said just for--" She starts anyway and Geto just laughs, the sound almost silent and rough in his throat. Then she can see them. Her beautiful treat for days of work without enough sleep that have surely left her own eyes just as bloodshot as his. He holds out the carton for just long enough that her fingers graze it as she goes to take it and then he pulls them closer back to him.

"How often are you going through these?" He shakes his head once and mutters, "I hate enabling you." Shoko reaches again and takes the pack effortlessly from Suguru. He doesn't want any after all! Now that she's this close to him, though, she can see how terribly flat his smile is and how little it reaches any other aspect of his expression. His hands on the pack are limp and loose. He's only putting on an act of resistance. Not for the first time Shoko misses Geto Suguru. He's changing and she's not even sure how, just knows that it's true. She leans in to peck him on the mouth, then straightens her back and pops a cigarette between her lips.

Her lighter is in her hands before she knows it.

"Huh," he whispers the sound more than says it and blinks at her owlishly. Shoko only shrugs. She doesn't need to explain herself, in her opinion. She missed him, he gave her something she wanted, he's not going away yet, his head filled with things he won't say out loud. Maybe he doesn't trust her anymore? Nah. She won't let those kinds of thoughts get to her. They're friends. And if this bugs him, this variation on their usual invasions of each others' space--head leaning on shoulder, Shoko a starfish over Suguru while he naps on a couch, his careful trims of her bob and her fingers winding his hair back up into his comfortable bun--it's not like they'll get much time to talk about it before he's back in the infirmary to get treated for something or she's sneaking out on another break like this. She'd like to think she knows him well enough for it to be fine.

He sure looks fine, his face blanking out and ears heating up and mouth a round circle before she lights her cigarette. His eyes catch on the flame then, though. So he only smiles sheepishly and so much light flickers in his eyes again. Geto swallows as she opens her mouth to speak, clinging to every word like Shoko might be transparent about it. She is not.

"Ever heard of chapstick, Suguru?" Shoko sticks her tongue out like a little cat 'blep,' and then inhales tar. The irony isn't lost on her. He must eat his curses and she chooses to put her taste buds on hard mode. He shakes his head incredulously, clearly not answering her--just already knowing she's won this round. He'll have to come up with a better way to ask if she meant for this kiss to mean if anything. Shoko smiles smugly. Now her breath would taste much worse. It's a little funny. She bites the cigarette between her teeth and laughs, "You should invest."

#lustraveil #shoko: ic.#drabbles.#addiction /#smoking /#long post #ask to tag #HOPE THIS READS OKIE....i'm v rusty w shoko #not the most romantic but . i like them

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detkhamani · 1 year ago

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A Lumani Father's Day

Featuring: The Smith family with mentions of others Location: Khamani & Luna's home Time Frame: Late afternoon, Father's Day 2024 Notes: A look into how Lumani and their kids spent Father's Day!

LUNA

"I can do it!" Cannon began climbing the kid's kitchen stool Luna and Khamani had purchased for him so that he could help with prepping certain dinners and with baking. It was just another favorite activity of his and he was extremely helpful. Ximena was down for a nap with Khamani after waking up at the ungodly morning hour. She had kept Luna and Khamani up so with it being Father's Day, Luna insisted that Khamani put her down for her nap and join her. Cannon was full of energy and she felt it would be the perfect timing to get the planned menu going for their favorite big guy.

"You can do it, huh?" Luna smiled when Cannon pulled the loaf of bread from the bread basket and his kid's safety knife. She had already prepped some cheese empanadas as well as beef and chicken ones. There were some appetizers in the oven and she was about to start the smoothies when Cannon came up with the idea of his menu, wanting to show his dad that his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were the best in the business. With Luna's help, he uncovered the peanut butter and the jelly and went to work with spreading them onto the pieces of bread.

"Yep! I'll make one for you, for me and for daddy. Ximena can have some yummy stuff too but not peanut butter because that's dangerous." he looked up at his mom with a proud smile and Luna bent her head to kiss Cannon's cheek.

"That's right. Daddy and hermanita will be up soon so we have to start bringing all these goodies to the backyard. Did you get daddy's gifts together?"

"Mm hmm! and Abuelo too! He said he was coming tonight to see me and Ximena. Is that true?" Cannon topped the second sandwich before beginning the last one.

"Yes, around dinner time. Right now it's just us and we're surprising Daddy with a big meal for him and all the gifts we got him." Luna smiled at the overloaded sandwiches and then started the blender on a low setting. She glanced at the monitor, happy to see both of them stirring.

KHAMANI

Khamani had been peacefully sleeping with Ximena softly snoring in the cosleeper. He didn't nap often but when he did, it was usually with one or both of his kids. With today being Father's Day, he was happy to spend it with his family. He knew there were dads who liked spending Father's Day away from their families going fishing or golfing or just not having to engage much with the people who made them fathers. And while he didn't judge them for it, that wasn't how he found himself wanting to spend what would be his second time celebrating the holiday as a father. Kendra and Tyla would celebrate him as an uncle and father figure, and he knew he would see them later that day, but this time with his family wad valuable to him. Even if he'd spent an hour or so of it sleeping.

It was Ximena's growing restlessness that stirred him awake and told him she would be awake soon too. He opened his eyes and watched her go through her waking routine of turning her head side to side and rolling from her side to her stomach before getting in the push-up position with her sleepy face gearing up for cries. He heard her panting and some distressed whines escaped her lips before he reached out and effortlessly lifted her from the co-sleeper. "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty." Khamani rolled onto his back and held her to his chest as she sleepily blinked and settled down from her initial crying. "You weren't ready to wake up yet, huh?" He chuckled and kissed her dark head of hair before sitting up with her held in his arms. She cuddled against his chest, nearly scrunching up like she did as an infant. When his hand cupped her bottom for support, he glanced down at her. "Well, stay dry probably woulda let you sleep longer, huh?" He chuckled a little and got off of the bed, walking over to his and Luna's dresser where some diapers, wipes and a few of Ximena's clothes sat. He took what he needed and then returned to the bed, gently setting Ximena on her back to change her.

Once Ximena was changed and situated in her day clothes again, Khamani picked her back up and opened the bedroom door. The aroma that hit his nose piqued his curiosity but it had been relatively quiet. Brows furrowing, Khamani calmly called out, "Babe? Cannon?" He was walking toward the kitchen but the glass wall that overlooked the backyard gave him insight into the whereabouts of his wife and son. He smiled seeing them and then kissed the top of Ximena's head. "Let's go down and see what mama and brother are up to, hm, mija?" He walked downstairs and, after slipping on some shoes, made his way to the backyard. "What've we got here?" He asked.as Ximena lifted and turned her head, quickly breaking out in a bright smile at the sight of her mother and brother.

LUNA

After pouring the smoothie into a pitcher, Luna and Cannon brought all the food outside to the backyard. She asked her son to stay in the yard so she could bring out anything that was missing including all the gifts they had for Khamani. She wanted to ensure her husband had gifts from both their children and her. Once they had set the table she sat down beside Cannon who was now adding goldfish crackers to a paper plate. "You did an amazing job." She kissed the top of her son's head and when she heard Khamani approach, Luna smiled widely, holding her arms out for Ximena. "Oh hello there! Did you guys have a good sleep?" Cannon immediately ran to Khamani and hugged his father from the side wishing him a Happy Father's Day for the hundredth time so far. When Luna took the baby from her husband, she looked up at him, asking for a kiss. Cannon took his hand to guide his dad around the table. "Mama and I made you lunch! She made empanadas and baby quiches and pigs in a blanket and taquitos and I made peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches for the main course." He was so proud of himself.

"We also made smoothies! So I hope you come with an appetite!"

KHAMANI

Khamani was still taking in all the foods as he answered his wife, "I did, yeah, and I think Ximena did too." She'd rubbed her eyes.and then reached out for her mommy. Khamani passed her to Luna and then bent to meet her lips. "Thanks for this, Sunshine," he murmured just before Cannon gave him a tour of the spread around the table. "Wow, you two, this all looks too good." He looked down to his son and said, "I hope you're gonna help me eat this." He knew the food wasn't all for him but figured the suggestion would excite the little boy. He smiled a little more and bent to kiss the top of Luna's head. "Babe, this is all great. You and Cannon really outdid yourselves with all this. Thank you two." He picked up Cannon, held him for a hug and then took a seat on the picnic bench with Cannon now in his lap. "What should we start with?" he asked, looking from his wife to their son.

LUNA

"Aw, good." She kissed her husband, a giant smile forming on her face. "Well, the best dad in the world deserves the best day in the world." Luna giggled softly when their daughter reached for her, swinging her a bit in her arms, enjoying the giggles that came from Ximena. Cannon was excited to help Khamani eat all the food that had been spread out for them. Immediately, he reached for a baby quiche and placed it on a paper plate but waited for his father to make his choices. "You're welcome, babe. Cannon is very proud of his PB and J!" Luna pretended to attack her daughter's cheeks and blew little raspberries onto them, laughing along with her. "You had a nice nap with daddy? Yes!" When Khamani sat down with Cannon on his lap, Luna moved to sit beside them and tore apart a cheese quiche for Ximena to much on. "Empanadas!" Cannon answered his dad. "And quiches!" Luna smiled at Cannon's reply and reached for the fruit smoothie pitcher to pour into cups for everyone. "Good choice, bud! You're going to love them, babe."

KHAMANI

Khamani raised both brows while smiling to his wife, "That's high praise right there. Thanks, Sunshine." He watched Luna and Ximena for a moment and then set his focus on Cannon while he went through the different foods on the table. In truth, Khamani had been hungry; breakfast held him over until right about now so the timing was perfect. He looked at the very filled sandwich and feigned surprise as he looked to his son, "You made that? For me?" He gave Cannon a little hug with his arm around him while he sat in his lap, and his free hand reached for a plate. "Well then I gotta start with that. He picked up the sandwich and added some empanadas and quiche to his plate but asked Cannon in a conspiratorial manner, "Do you wanna share some of the PB and J with me?" He pulled the sandwich apart and with the uneven split, gave the smaller portion to Cannon while he took a healthy bite of what was left in his hand. Once his mouth was cleared of enough peanut butter he said, "I think this is the best pb& j I've had, little man. When school starts up, you might have to help mama and me with lunches." He took another bite and over the top of Cannon's head, winked to wife. "What kind of empanadas did you make, babe?" It didn't really matter to him since he was going to eat them regardless but he'd been curious enough to ask.

LUNA

"Some may say we're biased but I like to think the Smiths are just an honest bunch." Luna grinned and chuckled as Cannon nodded in agreement with his mom. Cannon kept bobbing his head to respond to Khamani, a giant smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He was so full of pride. "Yea! Mama only helped me with reaching the utensils" Luna smiled softly as she bounced Ximena on her hip and watched her two boys. Cannon bit into his quiche and offered a tiny piece to his sister who then began smashing it with her fingers. "Yes, please!" Cannon answered his dad and took the piece of the sandwich. He bit into it and then smiled even wider. "I'm a good cook, right dad?" The prospect of helping his parents with school lunches excited him. Luna kept her eyes on Ximena as she brought her pie crust-filled fingers to her mouth and then wiped her lips. "I made cheese ones earlier and just took the beef and chicken ones out of the fryer so they're nice and warm." She reached for a chicken one and pulled it apart, letting the shredded meat fall to the plate in front of her so that Ximena could try some too. "Okay, amorsito, let me grab your bib." Luna reached for the food catcher bib and then placed it on her daughter. "And the taquitos are chicken and ground beef. I saved some for our guests tonight if they're hungry later." She grabbed some pigs in a blanket and arranged them on her dish and away from Ximena. "Tell me what you think!"

KHAMANI

"That's facts," Khamani smiled and then chuckled with his wife. He was happy to see his son so proud of himself. "You did a good job, C. You'll have to tell your aunt and uncles about it when they come over later." He took another bite of the sandwich and then reached for one of the warm, beef empanadas. "Yeah, little man, you're a good cook. You were generous with your peanut butter which is how I like those sandwiches. So thank you." He hugged Cannon with one arm and then bit into the delicious empanada. After his mouth was cleared again, he turned to Luna, "And thank you, Sunshine. This has been a great Father's Day." He pecked the side of Cannon's head and then winked to his wife before chuckling at Ximena attacking the remnants of quiche in her hand. "How much did you get in your mouth, baby girl?" He reached for his smoothie to take a steady gulp and then said, "I think this was a great idea. And I know when the others come over later, they'll be hype for the extras."

LUNA

"Yes!" Cannon cheered at the idea of his uncles and aunt knowing about his skills. "You're welcome, daddy. We love you." Cannon reached for some taquitos and then took a sip of his smoothie. Luna was making sure Ximena was comfortable with the quiche crumbled in her fingers before her gaze met Khamani's. She smiled at her husband's gratitude. "You're welcome! We really wanted to make you feel special today. Cannon made a few things for you and we have a bigger gift in the living room once we're done here." Luna smirked as Cannon's smile widened. She knew that her son was busting to tell Khamani what his gift was but he was doing such a good job at keeping the secret. "And Ximenita here thinks you're the best daddy too." Ximena was kicking her little feet as she enjoyed her food. Luna bit into her empanada, enjoying the weather and her time with her family. "I can't wait to see everyone later! I'm glad we decided to have them over."

KHAMANI

"I love y'all too. Always will." He drank some more of his own smoothie and then listened to his wife, his smile lingering on his lips. "Mission accomplished. All of you made this a great day for me. I'm glad I'm getting to spend it with my family." Khamami had gotten used to treating Father's Day like any other day for the longest time, up until last year. Now, it was a day he looked forward to because it meant he was reconnected to a family of his own--something he hadn't really had for most of his life. He and Kendra had been each other's family for most of their lives, and Tyla was an incredible addition when she came along. But having his wife and his son, and now his daughter was still special but just different. Cannon and Ximena made him a father. Luna wasn't just his wife in name only. They were friends, lovers, and partners in parenthood and beyond. They made a home together that was filled with love, music, warmth and kindness. Their family dynamic was a stark contrast from the one he and Kendra grew up with and he couldn't be more thankful for that.

"Do you, baby girl?" Khamani asked, pretending to sound surprised as he bent to blow a raspberry to Ximena's cherub cheek. He followed it with a quick kiss and smiled when she giggled from it all. "Me too. It won't be anything too crazy which sounds like a good way to finish out the day." He polished off the empanada and then reached for one of the mini quiche for himself. "Since that'll be later. Do yall have something else planned before then ir do you wanna do something chill, like watch a movie in the living room or go for a walk later on, before it gets dark?"

LUNA

"Yay!" Cannon cheered and smiled brightly at his parents. "Told ya, mama. Daddy loved it." Luna reached over to massage his chin and flashed her husband a smile. She was so proud of her son and was glad that Khamani could take a nap with their daughter making it easy to get a few things done around the house. Getting into a rhythm with her family made her happy. She was able to balance her work life and be present in their lives and Khamani was doing an amazing job at doing the same. Sitting together, enjoying a meal in their yard, and celebrating her husband felt like a dream.

Ximena giggled when Khamani blew raspberries to her cheeks. It was one of her favorite silly things that her dad did. "Agreed." Luna loved having company and hosting their families. She was excited to see Kendra and Roman together and to see Tyla play with Cannon and Ximena. Seb and Leo were always a welcomed addition. "We have gifts but we can wait until after. A walk sounds really nice. If we wrap up here, I can get Ximena ready and Cannon would just have to get his sneakers. Cannon noded as he continued eating and then tapped Luna's thigh. "Can we do presents and THEN go for our walk?" Luna chuckled and looked up at Khamani. "I think that's a great idea. What about you, babe?"

KHAMANI

Khamani watched the exchange between his wife and son while reaching for a taquito to eat. Cannon slid off of his lap and sat in between him and Luna on the table bench, helping himself to another pig in a blanket. The intimate time with his family was priceless for him, and he was looking forward to their other family members coming over for a little while later too. But for the time being, he was enjoying the food and his wife and kids. After suggesting something else to do after, Khamani nodded to his wife and then smiled at Cannon's suggestion. "That's a good idea, C. When you're all done eating, I'll open my presents, alright?" He stuck the last bit of taquito in his mouth and then reached for his smoothie, as well as another empanada to enjoy. But in between eating and drinking, he bent his head towards Cannon and loudly whispered, "You wanna help me open my presents?"

LUNA

Luna was so excited about the giant present in the living room that she hoped Khamani was too busy coming out to the yard to notice. She had a few smaller presents too but the big present had her smiling and anticipating. She was glad to see Khamani enjoying the food and Cannon as excited as she was. When Khamani posed the question about helping him with presents to their son, the little one nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Mama has a big present in the living room but I'll get the small ones from me, Ximena, and Mama." He kissed his father's cheek before running toward the screen door where the presents had been lined up. He gathered them all and returned skipping with a big smile on his face.

"He has been waiting for two weeks and I know he's about to explode with joy. Look at that face." Luna gestured toward Cannon as he skipped back tot he table.

"Okay!" Cannon took a deep breath. "Open this one first! It's from me and Ximena!" He pushed a blue bag with Max and Goofy on it and grinned. "Mama found that bag for you."

KHAMANI

Khamani cast his son and then his wife a quizzical expression when Cannon said that Luna had a big surprise for him in the living room. He’d only briefly glanced in there when looking for his wife and son earlier, but he hadn’t looked all that hard considering it was clear that they hadn’t been in there. Now though, he was curious to know what he’d missed. When Cannon took off from the table, he smiled a bit but looked at his wife again and shook his head a little, “Yeah, he loves surprises. Wonder where he gets that from.” His expression became pointed as soon as he said this.

Once their son returned with the gifts, Khamani set down the remainder of the taquito he’d bitten into and started with the gift bag Cannon instructed him to. He smiled at the bag and then said, “Did you pick out the gift bag, little man?” He reached inside and took out the card, opening it and chuckling softly at the sight of the Bluey card. After reading it, he said, “Thanks, C,” and then leaned over to kiss Ximna’s cheek. “Thanks, baby girl.”

After propping the card up on the table, he reached inside the bag and took out the book. He set the gift bag down long enough to thumb through the book and then said, “This’ll be a good addition to the bedtime books.” He continued through with the gifts, enjoying each of the keychains, as well as chocolate bars. By the time he finished reading the backs of each bar, he was grinning softly. He placed the items back inside the gift bag and opened his arms for Cannon. “I love all of these. Thanks, Cannon.” And after dropping a kiss on the top of his son’s head, he held an arm out for Ximena to hold her and give her a couple of ‘thank you’ kisses too. He pretended to whisper to Cannon, “You wanna help me with those chocolate bars when I open ‘em?”

LUNA

Luna tucked her lips in when Khamani glanced at her and their son. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit, feeling a bit silly about the whole thing. She was so excited for him to see what was waiting for him in the living room. As she watched Cannon return with all the bags, she bounced Ximena on her knee, an innocent expression replaced her amused one when Khamani spoke about Cannon. It was nice to see that their son had acquired a lot of her personality traits over time.

She watched as Cannon interacted with Khamani and Luna reached for her phone to snap several photos of them and one when he kissed Ximena's cheek. "Mama found it for me! I told her I wanted Max and Goofy and we searched everywhere." Luna smirked and then mouthed "everywhere" as well. After Khamani had looked through all his gifts, Cannon leaned in for a hug and Luna let Khamani take Ximena into his arms. At the question of helping him with the chocolate bars, Cannon's eyes widened with excitement and he nodded. "Yep!"

After taking a few more photos, Luna took a moment to cover all the food and pitcher so that they could gather inside for the last gift. "I have a couple of gifts from me and a big one in the living room!" She excitedly stood up and gestured toward the inside of their home. "Come on!" Cannon was also jumping up and down as he pulled his dad gently.

KHAMANI

Hearing that there was a real search for the Max and Goofy bag, and catching Luna quietly affirm this made Khamani grin. "I'll take good care of the bag since Mama looked for it for you." He knew Cannon would happily help him with the Hershey bars and could only smile at the way his son’s face lit up at the offer. "Alright, as long as you make sure you keep brushing your teeth on a regular, you can help me with them when I open them."

After opening the gifts and thanking his family, Khamani lifted his brows a bit at Luna's comment. "A couple of gifts, in addition to what's in the living room?" He stood at Cannon's insistence, Ximena still in one arm, but his eyes were on Luna. "Babe..." He was curious and a little wary at the same time, already feeling plenty loved and appreciated by his wife and children. But once they were back inside the house and returned upstairs, Khamani saw what he'd missed before. "For real? A new TV?" His smile was broad as he looked from the new television to his wife. His eyes were reading the information on the box but as he did so, he asked Luna, "Do we wanna mount this or install the stands it came with?" He was looking forward to watching some games as well as some movies and shows on the new screen. "Wait, what do you wanna do with the old one?"

LUNA

"I promise!" Cannon didn't know if he was more excited about the prospect of having chocolate or about his dad seeing the big surprise in the living room. Luna followed the boys and Ximena. a giant grin pulling at her lips. "I'm not saying anything until you see it." She made her way up the stairs right behind them and when Khamani noticed the box, she gently took Ximena from him so that he could appreciate it. "Yes! We can mount it or whatever you want! The display is gorgeous. I really cannot wait until you see it." She bounced the baby on her hip, smiling as Cannon looked on with his father.

"Well, we can put it in our bedroom or see if any of our friends or family need it. Do you think Tyla needs a television?" Their old one wasn't completely outdated and Luna was sure someone would appreciate it. "What do you think?" She then walked to the couch, crouching slightly to reach for the gift bag that contained the jersey and some smaller gifts for Khamani. "And here is the last of it!" Luna placed a hand on her husband's back. "We love you, dad. Thank you for everything you do for your family."

KHAMANI

Cannon's joy was something Khamani always cherished, whether it was from learning something new, spending time with Luna or in this case, the prospect of getting chocolate. His happiness was so genuine that it was easy for Khamani to enjoy witnessing it. And when Luna kept quiet about the surprise in the living room, it only raised his suspicion more, despite the smile forming on his lips. Seeing that it was a television had certainly surprised him though. While he and Luna knew there wasn't anything wrong with the one they had, this new one was unquestionably nicer, not to mention bigger. "Babe," he said again, still reading the side of the box. He grinned some more and then said, "Yeah, I like the idea of mounting it. We wouldn't have to worry about somebody's fingerprints ending up on the screen someday." He said this as he approached Luna and lifted one of Ximena's hands to kiss her fingers.

Hearing her ideas on what to do with their old living room TV had him thinking a bit. "Eh, probably not. She's usually watching stuff on her tablet or phone, but we can ask my sister about it first." His hands were on his hips, thinking about them possibly moving the TV into their bedroom or considering which fi their friends might need a television, when he saw the gift bag Luna picked up. "There's more? Jesus, woman," he smiled, accepting the bag and bending to kiss her full in the lips. "Thank you, Sunshine." He opened it and grinned brightly at all it's content. And after putting it back inside, he heard his wife and said, "Thank you," again . He picked up Cannon and enveloped him in a bear hug, and then brought an arm around Luna, kissing her cheek as he hugged her. "I love you guys. And I'm glad for our family." He kissed Ximena's forehead and then dropped a kiss on Cannon's temple. "How about you get your shoes on while I put my gifts away, C man. When we get back from our walk, we can work on the TV situation and put on some Bluey til everybody gets here."

LUNA

Luna's smile grew at Khamani's 'Babe'. If was as if he was amused by the excitement she was portraying. "So, I went a little crazy." She chuckled and nodded her agreement. "It's definitely safer if we mount it." Luna watched as Khamani read the side of the box and Cannon behaved like an old man observing the box as well. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and took a quick photo of them. Ximena giggled when her daddy approached and Luna grinned. "Esta bebisita is all about daddy today, huh?"

When Khamani went through the contents of the last gift bag, Luna took a few more pictures and one big selfie with all of them. She moved Ximena to the pack and play so that she could help Khamani put his gifts to the side and put a small bag together for their walk. She made sure to get a bottle and some teething rings and diapers and wipes. Cannon excitedly rushed to get his shoes and when he returned with them on, they were all ready. Luna stole a few more kisses from her husband, wrapping her arms around him and smiling up at Khamani. "Happy Father's Day, handsome." She was glad to see him so happy.

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How Yoga Can Help in Stress Relief: A Guide—Maa Shakti Yog Bali

Life can sometimes feel overwhelming, can't it? Sometimes, it's work, family, or just never-ending to-do lists. From all directions, stress finds its way in. We get it—stress comes as part and parcel with life. It doesn't have to define your life. Firsthand at Maa Shakti Yog Bali, we've seen how yoga can help you deal with stress and give yourself a feeling of serenity and balance in the midst of chaos.

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How Yoga Helps You Manage Stress

Yoga is more than just a physical workout; it's a practice that brings the mind, body, and spirit in unison. Following is how it works to melt away stress:

Connecting the Mind and Body:

Yoga makes us present in the moment. In case you are focusing on your breath and moving your body, that alone will help calm your nervous system right away. Just this act of focusing on your breath can trigger your body's relaxation response, allowing you to become more at ease.

Deep Relaxation—Encouraging

Styles like Hatha and Yin Yoga are great for reducing stress. These more gentle practices allow you to slow down, holding a bit longer in the pose and really tuning into your body. It is as if to press the 'pause' button of life, allowing your body and mind to take a break from all chaos.

Incorporating mindfulness, meditation:

Mindfulness is being present, so the majority of yoga practice is involved with mindfulness. Through this mindfulness practice in yoga, you will begin to train your mind for peace and concentration to be applied in life whenever the situation becomes overwhelming. The meditation is done post-exercise, where one can work through the thoughts at large, thus quieting the mind and subsequently reducing stress.

Physical movement for the release of tension:

Practice yoga postures to alleviate physical tension and stress. This will increase the production of endorphins, which are those natural chemicals in the body that lighten your mood. Besides, the gentle stretching and toning in yoga will leave one with better circulation, so you will feel more energized and light, not weighed down by stress.

Improved Sleep:

If the stress remains awake, so are you; hence, yoga can help. These practices, like Yoga Nidra or restorative yoga, are particularly aimed at soothing your mind and body, which will therefore support falling asleep effortlessly. And we all know how a good night's sleep works on our stress levels.

Creating a Support System:

Yoga classes can be a beautiful way to connect with others on the same journey. When you connect with a supportive community, you may feel less alone and empowered to face life's challenges.

How to Get Started Using Yoga for Stress Relief

You don't have to be a yoga guru to begin enjoying its benefits. Here are some super-simple, no-fuss ways to bring yoga into your life:

Start Slow: If you are a complete beginner to yoga, start with more gentle styles, such as Hatha or Yin Yoga. Those are really good for beginners and truly work well for stress relief. Make It a Habit: The bottom line is that it needs to be regular. Even if you have time only for 10-15 minutes a day, regular yoga practice can make a big difference in how you deal with stress.

Bring Mindfulness into Everyday Life: Bring mindfulness into your everyday life—not just during a yoga practice. Even a few breaths can help ease stress.

Try Different Styles: You won't be afraid to try different yoga styles. Perhaps in some dynamic Vinyasa flow, you get energy, or maybe restorative yoga is what you need to relax.

Join a Community: The incentive and motivation to practice with others can be huge. Join either a local class or a group of yogis online and keep moving while staying connected and inspired.

Final Thoughts: Finding Peace Through Yoga

At Maa Shakti Yog Bali, we have witnessed how yoga works magic upon lives by stress management and balance within, a step ahead toward creating well-being. We believe that everybody deserves to feel at peace, no matter what life throws their way.

If you're ready to take the next step on that journey, go ahead and review our classes at Maa Shakti Yog Bali. Our serene environment and supportive community can help further your practice, find relief from stress, and live more harmoniously. Remember, stress is a part of life; however, with yoga, you hold that force within yourself to be able to manage it graciously and easily.

#yoga #yogainspiration #yogapractice #yogaposes

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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year ago

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A collection of spicy Mitsuru + Akihiko thoughts. I'm weak for these two, what can I say? 😌

Contains: Male!reader, dom and sub reader bits, polyamory, college AU/adult AU, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, simp reader, AkiMitsu

Being pinned in between Aki and Mitsuru though... mmph. They're flustering you to hell and back, and the only thing you can do is take it. They're groping you and rubbing up against your body, not-so-subtly grinding on you while you're in heaven. 🤤

Another way to be pinned between them is with Akihiko behind you; he's fucking you from behind while you're buried in Mitsuru. Aki's thrusts cause you to thrust inside of her, controlling how you fuck her with his movement 🥴

Mitsuru pushing you down onto the bed (not being rough but not exactly being gentle either), removing your clothes and riding you for the first time!! When she finally sinks all the way down and you're balls deep in her pussy, just so pussydrunk that all you can do is grip her hips and fuck up into her. She's so beautiful on top of you like this; with her hair framing her face nicely and her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Mitsuru prefers to be on top, though not necessarily being A Top. She likes riding you and Aki (and riding your faces 👀). Of course the queen is on top, it's where she belongs 💅

I think these two have a lot in common when it comes to sex-related characteristics.

They're both extremely vocal during. Nonstop grunts, groans, moans, panting, etc etc

Very gutteral groans when it feels good

S tier bottoms 👌

S tier tops too though 👌

If you bend them over something and just start fucking them, they won't complain unless you'll more than likely get caught

Bisexual switch/vers king and queen ❤️❤️

They're both obsessed with heavy make out sessions. Pressed together tightly, desperately grasping at clothes, lips becoming sore, dry humping each other type of make outs 🥴

The only difference that I really noted is their opinions on quickies; Akihiko kind of likes them, Mitsuru isn't as enthusiastic. I mean, she will, if the opportunity presents itself at a time when she's pent up/desperately needs relief. But she's not going to be the one who suggests a quickie. She'd rather wait until you can spend more time together.

At first, neither of them can wrap their head around the fact that you're not exactly joking when you say “Please beat me up.” or “I wish Akihiko/Mitsuru would do that to me.” when you're literally in the midst of battle... (Rip teammates who have to hear you simping)

However, if you sit down and explain what you mean, they will eventually oblige. Every once in a while Mitsuru will use you as her personal furniture or step on you. Just the same, Aki will step on you and choke you if you ask nicely 👉👈

Despite its dangers, Akihiko is very into shower sex. There have been multiple occasions where the two of you fucked in the showers at the gym after a joint workout. Just pressing one another against the wall; hearts pounding and bodies sweaty as your adrenaline drives you to not give a shit about getting caught.

Or maybe he just enjoys it when you pin him against the wall... Well, whatever. He just wants you to take what belongs to you really. It doesn't matter where you are, take him doggy style and tell him how much you love fucking him against things~

Soooo... You know how Mitsuru slips a bit of French into her sentences? Yeeeaaahh Akihiko loves that. Hearing the language fall so effortlessly from her pretty lips makes the poor guy melt. Especially when she whispers in his ears all of the pet names that he likes ❤️

Hearing Aki call Koromaru a 'good boy' every night while I explore Tartarus has been uh... An Interesting Experience, to put it mildly. 😳

Anyways... Akihiko calling you "good boy" randomly because he knows you're embarrassed by how turned on you get. That's all.

#my writing #akihiko sanada #akihiko smut #akihiko x reader #mitsuru kirijo #mitsuru smut #mitsuru x reader #persona 3 smut #persona 3 x reader #male reader #persona 3 x male reader #akihiko x male reader #mitsuru x male reader #sub reader #sub male reader #dom male character #dom female character #akimitsu #headcanons

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ameliachxvalier · 4 years ago

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#hanakanazu #⟨⟨ effortlessly beautiful but extremely dangerous — 「 face. 」 ⟩⟩#underused fc

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sancrevm · 4 years ago

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seventeen hip hop unit: how they would react to you setting up a cute date

song recommendation: heaven’s cloud by seventeen

note: i got my rook and conch pierced recently so what better way to distract from the pain than writing cute scenarios <3

seungcheol: after waking up to a day of no work required, all seungcheol wanted to do was snuggle up in bed with you, a classic movie on in the background and enough food to satiate your stomachs for the entire day. it seemed, however, when he awoke to your usual presence beside him gone that his long awaited plans would be put on hold. he immediately reached for his phone to call you, but a message sent by you detailing a string of words with your location and an insistent text to come quick sent him into a panic instead. poor seungcheol thought that the multiple use of exclamations meant you were in some danger and so he got dressed as quickly as possible and practically ran to the place you told him to meet you. what he didn’t expect to find was you sat on a blanket in the middle of a quiet park, a basket that was evidently filled with food beside you as you constantly looked around to find the one person you loved most. after taking in the scene — and how effortlessly beautiful you looked under the natural light — seungcheol made his way towards you, “y/n, never scare me like that again. i thought you had been kidnapped or something!” after he embraced and kissed you, you laughed at him. “kidnapped? cheol, i set up this cute date before you woke up because i knew that if i stayed in bed, there was no way you would let me leave.”

wonwoo: after a dawning day of practice, the last thing he expected was to come home to a huge blanket fort encasing the entirety of yours and his shared living room. a numerous amount of lit candles dotted the floor with red rose petals covering almost every inch of the wooded floor. the fort held many fluffy blankets that if it wasn’t for your sudden cry of shock as you came from the kitchen, wonwoo would’ve guessed you were hidden beneath them. two glasses of wine was gripped in your hand and wonwoo couldn’t help but admire the pout that was on your face, “wait, no! you were supposed to come home later, i’m not finished. now the surprise is ruined.” “baby,” wonwoo spoke, making quick strides to close the distance between you and envelop your face in his hands while he appreciated every inch of you. “this is more than enough. thank you, my love.”

mingyu: you couldn’t have chosen a more opportunistic moment to have surprised him. a new seventeen album had released and with that breaking previous records of theirs. with mingyu and the rest of his members being on cloud nine, he never would’ve guessed the surprise you had for him at home. he opened the door to yours and his apartment calling your name with such eagerness, when he didn’t receive a response, he began to grow concerned. he was ready to search every room for you before his attention snagged on a letter laying on the kitchen countertop; it was surrounded by a ton load of daises ( mingyu’s heart pulled a little at the small detail of you remembering his birth flower ). immediately reaching for it, he opened the letter to find a reservation letter for two. albeit reading a bit too fast, mingyu at last understood that you had booked a small weekend getaway for the two of you in a cabin. he didn’t have much time to digest this information before you had entered the room, body fresh from a recent shower. you barely had time to congratulate him on the new album before he crossed the room, picking you up with ease and spinning you around, muttering, “you’re the best partner i could ever ask for.”

vernon: as usual, vernon and the rest of seventeen had been extremely busy the last couple of weeks. usually vernon would had time to shred for you, whether that be staying up late, cuddling and sharing the day’s experience or holding each other in comfortable silence in the morning. yet the already limited time in which he saved especially for you was beginning to cut even shorter to being completely non existent. he would come home late when you were already fast asleep and leave before you awoke in the morning, to say you missed your boyfriend would be an understatement. and so to give vernon a break from the repetitive lifestyle of being an idol, you messaged seungcheol and asked for vernon to miss out on a day of practice. the leader immediately agreed, mentioning that recently vernon had a constant sullen look due to missing your presence. it took some time to figure out what you exactly wanted to do with your boyfriend, but then you remembered how excited he had been a couple weeks back about a new film that was due to come out this weekend. immediately booking tickets to the closest cinema, you laid the tickets on vernon’s pillow along with a precious note you wrote for him. upon seeing the surprise that evening, vernon felt both an overwhelming rush of guilt for not spending much time with you and a sense of intense love that could only be associated with you. not wanting to awake you, vernon placed a kiss on your cheek and made sure to thank you over and over that morning.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt fluff #seventeen hip hop unit #seungcheol x reader #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #vernon x reader #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol fluff #wonwoo fluff #mingyu fluff #vernon fluff #svt hip hop unit #seventeen reactions #seventeen x you

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shadyteacup · 4 years ago

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May i ask fanfiction with dazai osamu and chuuya nakahara where fem! Reader aka their s/o falls asleep ln them and then they become SUPER OVERPROTECTIVE like somebody is like: i can take that pretty lady so you can rest and then they take a merf gun or some kind of weapon or like does something and are like: TOUCH HER AND YOURE GONE

Hey, there! This was fun to write!

Tw: Some blood in Chuuya's part, but nothing gory..

Lemme know if this is what u wanted ;)

Dazai

Dazai was looking out of the window, observing the passing scenery. He loved train rides. They somehow calmed him. Observing the fast approaching trees and watching them zoom past, was a favorite pass time of his. You and Dazai had gone to visit a client in the neighboring city, and Dazai had insited on traveling via train.

Both of you were sitting side by side, shoulders touching, as you shared one ear bud each. You were playing the music today. Your choice in songs was quite diverse. You could vibe to chaotic metal, noisy edm, soft guitar songs and famous classicals like Beethoven's Für Elise.

Today, you had decided to play soft songs. They had a calming effect. It was much needed too, as your mission had been quite tiring.

Dazai felt a weight on his shoulder. Moving his head to the side, he saw your sleeping face. Your cheek was smushed on his shoulder, and stray hair was strewn a over your nose and forehead.

He smiled softly at the adorable sight. He gently nuzzled his face on your head, craving your touch.

He was never so possessive and touchy before. You had completely changed him. Now, he couldn't stand being away from you for five minutes. He always needs to have some form of physical contact with you. It can be as simple as a touch of your shoulders, or your hand in his, or as elaborate as a bear hug, or a gentle kiss.

It was the rush hour, so you both had to share a booth. The man sitting opposite you both kept stealing glances at you. Dazai, ofcourse, noticed this. He decided to ignore it. He knew how beautiful you were. It was obvious that a beauty such as you would gather male attention. He had encountered so many men and women that had tried to woo you. But you had always stayed with him. You loved him, afterall. And he loved you. So he pretended to not have noticed the man's glances. Unfortunately, he can't control who should and shouldn't look at you.

"Nice woman you've got there, lad!"

The man spoke up. He was looking at Dazai, trying to get a reaction out of him.

Dazai merely glanced at him, giving him a look that said 'mind your business'.

The man shifted his full attention towards you.

Smirking, he leaned ahead a bit, trying to get a closer look at you.

"You wouldn't mind being a good boy, and sharing this lovely lady, would you?"

That was it. Dazai snapped.

The man felt a cool sensation below his jaw. He looked down to find himself face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. His eyes widened, and he gulped.

Dazai leaned forward, ensuring that you weren't disturbed, and spoke near the man's ear.

"Leave before I feed your brain to the stray dogs."

His low, dangerous voice, and murderous gaze was more than enough for the man to stumble out of the booth, and run away.

The slight movement and the man's scared apologies and 'Please don't kill me's stirred you awake. You blinked, looking at Dazai.

"What happened?"

He smiled at you, shaking head, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Nothing, love. Needed to take care of a pest. Everything's alright."

You look at him, confused, but nod your head anyway.

"Ok."

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Osamu :)"

Chuuya

"That's the last of them."

You say as you kick a man on the head, knocking him out.

Chuuya walks over to you, admiring the large number of men you had successfully neutralized.

"That's...amazing, love."

He pecks your lips.

You try to shove him away.

"I'm all bloody, Chuu!"

He grins, hugging you.

"So am I!"

You giggled, giving in and wrapping your arms around his waist. You and Chuuya had been tasked to take down an organization that was meddling in the Mafia's affairs. When you both got to the location, you realized that there were many more men than they had anticipated. It didn't matter, though, as both of you were extremely skilled at combat, and had strong abilities. It was tiring, nonetheless.

"You did such a great job, Y/N. I'm so proud of you."

Chuuya said as he kissed the top of your head. You were the most badass woman he had ever come across, and he was smitten. Your fearlessness and bravery always drives him mad. He loves it when you take control of the situation, and effortlessly drop your enemies to the ground. Swag practically flowed through your veins.

But everybody has a soft side, and he was the lucky guy who got to experience yours.

When you didn't answer back, he looked down, only to hear soft snores.

'Did she fall asleep? While standing up?'

"Y/N?"

He says softly, only to hear no response. He chuckled at your adorable form, and picked you up, bridal style.

He began making his way out of the now ruined building, avoiding the rubble and the multiple bodies strewn across the floor. He could have flown out of here, but he was too tired to use his ability.

On his way out, he encountered a woman. She seemed to belong to the organization. If he remembered correctly, she was one of their founders. He hadn't seen her in the place, so maybe she just arrived to the scene.

"Well, well, well! Look what we have here!" She said, taking a step closer and peering at you.

"What a beauty! Bet she'd look much prettier on my bed. Don't you think so, Mr. Executive?"

Chuuya snapped. He activate his ability. The woman felt a sharp object on her neck. Chuuya had used his ability to hold a dagger to her neck. Multiple blades floated in the air, a red glow surrounding them, as they aimed themselves at the woman.

She chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, dear! You took everything from me. I deserve a good time, don't you think?"

Her smug smirk was wiped off her face when a teeth shattering punch shook her face. Chuuya stood before her, his blue eyes piercing into her with malice and poison.

She stumbled back into the wall, falling on the ground.

He walked up to her, grabbing her hair and forcing her bleeding face to meet his gaze.

"You want a good time?!! I'll show you how great a time you can have in the dungeons!"

She spat out blood.

Chuuya bent down to her level.

"I'll make you beg for death when I'm done with you."

He knocked her out, calling for backup to take her into lockup.

He looked back to see you sleeping soundly inspite of the ruckus he had just caused. He had used his ability to keep you floating safely in the air, and allowing him to move and strike the disgusting woman.

He smiled at you.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you, darling."

He said, softly kissing your forehead.

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