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How do you lure people in?

☆ How to chose the perfect pile for you?

1) Close your eyes.

2) Clear your mind.

3) Take a deep breathe.

4) Ask the question in your head. Open your eyes and the picture that you are drawn to the most is your pile.

☆ Note:

- This is a general reading, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

- I usually do an energy check for each pile so that the reading can resonates as much as possible.

- This reading is kind of long. Since it is divided into 4 sections. And each section shows a question including the energy check.

Take care ❤

Arya

1) How do you view yourself?

2) How do you lure people in?

3) How do you lure your romantic interest in?

Pile 1 - Under the moonlight

Your current energy

Well, in this pile I see that there's two energies. The first one is that there's a person in your life who is interested in you romantically. He might have scorpio placements or water placements (Cancer, Scorpio and pisces). I see that you are not seeing clearly the situation which is making you feel stuck and stagnant. I see that the other case here is that there's a person in your life or will enter soon who have the placements I mentioned above. At first, you are not going to trust him because you had your fair share of heartbreak. I see that you are going or you are doubting his feelings for you. I see that you think that there's a heartbreak after all this happiness and genuine feelings which is so sad honestly. What I see from the cards is that this person have a very stable feelings for you. But he is either too cold to express them or he have an avoidant attachment style. I see that this person's intentions towards you are very genuine. He want to be in a platonic relationship with you. He want to protect you and support you. I don't honestly see anything harmful coming from that person. The only thing that might sabotage this relationship is you pile 1. I think you are too afraid to be vulnerable and open up to them which keeping you stuck and away from love and happiness. You fear the heartbreak even though that person have literally your best interest at heart. Okay, another energy I'm picking up on is that this pile are working on a project and I literally feel like my mid to lower back is hurting me so bad. Maybe you are putting too much pressure on your physical body which is leading you to feel this way. Or metaphorically; you may be having a lot of assignments and projects for your college/ school or work which is keeping you restless and tired. I see that you are working with a group of people but the main focus is on you idk why. Also I feel like you are working out in a very harsh way which is giving you this pain your back pile 1. Some people here feel pain in their hips and pelvis area too. I literally feel that on my body. Try to rest, drink some herbal tea, read a book and disconnect from the internet. Go out for a walk under the sun (Idk if you live in cold or warm climate but anyways 🥲). Now let's get into the reading.

1- How do you view yourself?

So, this pile see themselves as people who lack foresight and decisiveness. I see that you guys are aware of your own potential but due to laziness and being discouraged by your life circumstances you chose to leave the battle without even trying to fight back. I see that you chose to surrender to whatever life have offered you. You could be a new school graduate who doesn't want to go to college due to your financial state. I see that also this pile are quite mature emotionally. You are a bit nostalgic to your childhood and how things were safe. I see also that you are for whatever reason; you think that your life will change like magic. I will explain to you. You see those movies where the girl lives her WHOLE life thinking she is an ordinary person but then someone tells her that she is a decent queen or princess and her life turn around 180°?(princess diaries movie is a reference here) I feel like this pile want change so bad but at some point you gave up to try and change anything. Like you lost your passion to live or even that your life will improve. I see that you are someone who is very artistic, someone who is very spiritual too. You like traveling, you like learning about different cultures. You like to educate yourself instead of scrolling endlessly on IG or tiktok. But I see that there's still hope for you. Also, what I'm seeing that this pile are quite innocent and if not then you are someone who always feel this sense of nostalgia. You feel nostalgic to people, to places, you always have something to reminisce over. Another thing I'm picking up on is that people in this group are quite motherly. They like taking care of people especially young children. You like setting with them, you like how sweet they are. You might tell yourself that you want to become a mother one day. Some people here view themselves as a gate to heaven. How so? Like you see this person who enters your life and their life change for better? I'm picking up on people with esfj, enfj, infj, isfj, estj mbti. Someone who changes people, who fix them. Who can show them the great future that await them if they change. Pile 1 you see yourself as a catalyst to change.

2-How do you lure people in?

First thing I'm picking up on is that this pile appear stable in front of people. You look put together and elegant. I see that even if you do not wear the best clothes you have people still think that what you are wearing is expensive. I see also that you appear quite heartbroken, there's this melancholic aura around you. Another thing is this pile are quite mysterious by nature. You do not overshare yourself and you keep people thirsty for more. You appear also quite faint? You see those people who are enigmatic? Their hair color is very high in contrast with their skin. There's this aura of mystery around you, which make many people wonder. "Who is she/he?" I am seeing that you are quite magnificent. In the previous paragraph I typed that you view yourself and someone who is innocent and sweet, people also view you like that pile one. They view you as someone who is lovely to be with, especially new friends or people who want to be your friend. They get so excited and happy when you are around. Also, I see that people view you as someone with many potential. You literally know that and you see it in yourself. You know that you have so much potential in you. People in your company feel in awe honestly. You make people also aware of thir beauty and potential. You see beauty everywhere you go. People also see that your views and opinions on the world are quite interesting. You see things in different light and you make people see what they was not able to see before. You appear as a lone wolf to people. You are always alone in public enjoying a drink or walking. You presence is so liked by others. I see beauty and brains yo you could be someone who is blessed by beauty and also smart soo (lucky you pile 1).

3- How do you lure your romantic interest in?

People who are romantically interested in you see that you have many options. That's why they do not dare to make a move on you. I see that many People crush on you but they fear coming in out of rejection. They fear getting rejected by you pile 1. Also I see that you appear as someone who is content on their own and you do not really want someone out of neediness. You want them because you like them That's why. I see that, you might have stalkers. People in this pile might have got stalked online or physically. I see that because of your mysterious aura People really get curious about you. I see that this pile attracts older men. Like if you are in your 20s you might notice that men who are in their 40s and 50s are attracted to you. And if you are a guy reading this then women really get intrigued by you, especially if they are older. I also see that you always have an option but you chose to stay alone because you think that working on yourself or studying is what really matters. I see that romantic interests tend to view you as someone who is out of their league, someone very nurturing. They may call you wife material and they are right! You are loyal and honest. I see also that you attract older men. Because they are more authoritative and more wealthy that people your age and a little younger/older. Some people in this pile like the baby/daddy dynamic, Idk why but I keep hearing "every man gets his wish and 1949 by Lana Del Rey" go listen to them if you want to. There's a lot of references on the cards on sugar baby/ daddy relationship. Honey, if you want an older man/woman or a sugar daddy/mommy you can easily attract one and believe me you can literally make them your slave. I see that your romantic interest value you because you are not afraid of walking away from things that do not serve you. I see that the love relationship that you are seeking and imagining in your head is meant for you in this lifetime. And you are going to get them no matter how old you get.

4- Placements for this pile

Fire placements (Aries, Sagittarius and leo). Earth placements (Taurus, Capricorn and virgo). Aquarius, Cancer, Venus in scorpio. Pluto with aspects to the ascendant. Mars, jupiter, Uranus, Mercury, neptune dominant.

Pile 2- A cross the shore

Your current energy

Okay, I see this pile feels disappointed because of a man in your life? He could either be your father or someone you are with in a relationship. I see that this man is sabotaging your happiness. You could be so happy and satisfied and then you set with him and your mode change 180° for the worst. I see that also if you are a woman you might be a gemini and this man is so cocky that he make you feel anxious and out of element. Another thing I'm picking up on is that this pile are trying to juggle many responsibilities but due to stress and anxiety you are just postponing your priorities until you get the mind clarity that you are looking for. And if not that case is applicable to your case then I see that you are someone who is very structured or organized and there's many responsibilities on your shoulders right now but due to stress and exhaustion you are just surrendering to life? I see that you need some time for yourself pile 2, try to reflect and take a break. If you have many responsibilities then break the task into small baby steps so you can complete it; also try to take a break between each task. Pile 2 your spirit team is telling you that the worst have finally ended and they want you to know that whatever thing you wish for you'll get it. I see that they are encouraging you to get out and be more social and be optimistic. They hate seeing you sad and anxious. They want you to know that they love you and they are working day and night to insure that you are safe and sound. Idk why I started tearing up I feel suddenly a wave of warm emotions, I also feel so tired and sleepy pile 2 if you want to sleep please go and sleep everything will be alright. They are telling me that the clarity you want will come to you quickly and you don't have to work for it. You only need to set still and listen to the synchronicity they are sending you. Each one of those synchronicities have something to do with what you want to know. God bless you pile 2.

1- How do you view yourself?

I see that you view yourself as someone who is very spiritual. A priestess, I'm seeing. You like to dive deep into the unknown, you have this thirst for dark knowledge like occult, witchcraft, tarot, astrology, alchemy and other forms of divination. I see that you see yourself as someone who embody the pluto archetype. Someone who is in a constant inner change, you could be now having your first or second spiritual awakening which is kinda harsh in your lens. I see that you are someone who is very patient and stubborn. Someone who can reach whatever they want. I see also that you see yourself as someone who is scattered brain and your head is always in the clouds. You could be a dreamer too. I'm seeing that you are someone who is trying their best but you feel like the best thing is nothing important to anyone. I feel like you might see yourself as someone who is an outcast? Someone who is overlooked by others. People don't really take you seriously and they think that you are dumb? (I'm not saying you are dumb neither people around you, it is your perception to things pile 2). I see that you see yourself as someone who is mentally ill, someone who is overlooked by people from their own gender. You might have dealt with girls/girl friends who used you for what you have like money/service or attention and then they ditched you when their business has done. I see that you might be so attached to your female caregiver so much it could be your mother or grandmother or old sister for some of you. Put I'm seeing that this caregiver is old like in their 40s. This pile has a really melancholic perspective of who they are it is like someone who is lost. I see that unlike pile 1, you use your intuition a lot or you started listening to your intuition in order for you to survive. You might have given a lot of people lots of second chances but they played you again until you literally got drained and depleted of energy. So, as a coping mechanism you chose to stay by yourself so you can protect your inner peace. I see you may call yourself a freak in a proud way. Like you see those people who got treated horribly because of their personalities but then they accepted the fact that it is what it is and they started calling themselves of what people called them proudly? You might be like this.

2- How do you lure people in?

Well, pile 2. I see that you act distant and aloof in front of people but once you warm up to someone you can be really helpful. I see that at first people see that you are starting fresh and new in your life (because of your spiritual awakening) they see how mentally and perhaps physically you are changing. I see that you try to do your best to keep your life together, people can see that you are trying but what make them sad is you do not ask for help. You do not want anyone to help you. You think that no one cares but in fact people care more than you think. I see what really make those people stay away from you is that you do not give them a chance to reveal themselves. You might be in a survival mode and you see everything in black and white but life is more than that. This pile make me so sad. It is like I'm not reading for HOW you lure people in it is like WHAT people's reaction when they see you and it is completely two different things. I think that this pile need to work on their perception of themselves because the way you see yourself play a major role of how people treat you. I think that you have self worth issues and you think that you do not deserve happiness or love or friendship. You are telling yourself the SAME damn story to convince yourself that it is what it is but it is not WHAT YOU THINK! I know this awakening is so hard but believe me when you emerge from your cocoon as a beautiful butterfly you'll see how good it is. I feel like many people in this pile are confused of which stage in the spiritual awakening you are in. Personally I've gone through that and this video will help you. I feel like you are in place in your life where survival is an apparent theme and not really anything else. You might be on survival mode for like months or even years. It is not for everyone so take what resonates.

3- How do you lure your romantic interest in?

Okay, due to your distorted self perception of yourself your romantic interests tend to avoid getting closer. But they do see the potential in you. I see that to the opposite gender you might be someone who is considered cute or attractive in general, but the thing is you do not see that yourself. I see that the opposite gender see you as someone who is the wish come true. To them you are someone who is very familiar and lovely. They are so pleased when you talk to them. I told you pile 2. Your self perception is stopping you from going after things that will make you happy. I see that your romantic interest sees how cool and good you are but they fear coming in because of the rejection and heartbreak you'll cause them. I see that you are a forbidden fruit to them. Like they are allowed to look but not allowed to taste or touch. Like a beautiful painting on a wall, they want to get closer to you, they want to touch you and get to know you but you are the one who is running away from anyone who mignt be a good option for you. You might like to start your relationship with the opposite gender as friendship and then develop it into something romantic. I see that your romantic interest view you as someone who is very fortunate, someone who is sweet, bubbly and someone they can trust to have a family with. People in this pile are divided into two sections, one energy here; their romantic interest views them in a sexual lusty way. Like you might be blessed with curves (bigger boobs, nice body shape) they see all of this and they are like "🤤", If you are a man or male I think the opposite gender see you as someone hot or you know very attractive too. I think people in this pile, their romantic interest see you as marriage material. They touch themselves as the thought of you pleasuring them. Others in this pile attracts people like them. Like if you are someone with low self esteem, you'll attract someone with low self esteem too. If you are commitment phobe, you'll attract someone exactly like you. So be careful. In this pile you might feel like your romantic interest mirror your inner self. The trauma, your fears, your doubts, how you see yourself. They mirror it, so please pile 2, try to work on that we want to attract good people into our life.

Placements for this pile:

Gemini, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Water placements or water dominants (Cancer, Scorpio and pisces). Taurus,Virgo, Jupiter, moon, Saturn, Mercury, Pluto dominant. number 3 is significant in this pile.

Pile 3- The light house

Your current energy

Hello pile 3. How are you? I hope you are doing well. First thing I'm picking up on is that this pile is confused. I feel like you just woke up from a deep sleep or you have slept like +9 hours but you are still tried. I feel like this pile are trying to heal and seek clarity. I see that you are trying to label your values and what you really want from life. This pile’s energy are quite serene. You are living your life in a monotone way. Like you wake up, go to work/school/ college, study, eat, go to sleep. And the cycle repeat itself again. You want change in your life but you know that change will not come easily unless it starts from you pile 3. You know that and you are aware of it. You are aware that in order to change you need to work on yourself, you need to get to know your values, what you like and dislike. You want to get to know yourself and what you truly want to live. I see also that you are hanging on a connection that you think has potential but believe me darling, this connection is just an attachment. You are attached to this person and not the other way around. Perhaps, this person may at some point saw something in you but they do not know how to reach out. They do not know how it will work and you know that too. This pile’s energy is very stable, and rational honestly unlike pile 2; I felt like I'm suffocating and I cried while typing their paragraph. Anyways, I see you guys are thinking of moving into another state or country. I see by traveling there; you will put an end to the stagnant energy within you or your life. I see also that this pile will suffer from a short term poor financial state but then everything will be alright. I see that someone might enter your life pile 3, he could be a sagittarius or have sagittarius placements. This person is very driven and sexy omg. I see that soon He will be in your life. The cards are telling me that he will be there all of sudden. His entrance will shake up things in your life for the better. Don't worry pile 3, you will have the cake and eat it too. Soooo enjoy the attention.

1- How do you view yourself?

This pile view themselves as someone who is witty and cunning with a hint of manipulation. I see that you know how to use people to your liking and advantage. I also see that have a pretty convincing way of communicating. You know how to gaslight people to give you want you want. Some people in this pile do manipulate people intentionally, they know what they are doing. I see that you can be pretty lazy and harsh with people. You might have mercury in sagittarius? Or mercury with harsh aspects to pluto? Someone who is very intelligent and lazy. Almost gives me INTP, ISTP, ISTJ, ENTP and some of you could be INFJ or INTJ too. Many of you have been through a lot of financial issues which forced you to leave your lazy tendencies and start seek a job so you can feed yourself. I feel like you are someone who lives alone in their own apartment or own a house by themselves. But you owned this after you worked like a dog to earn this money. I see that some people here lack imagination and you don't really understand why some people call themselves dreamers. You thunk dreaming or imagining things is a dumb thing or you seek the psychological meaning behind it. People in this pile are so logical and pragmatic, you have no connectionto emotions becauseyou think people who think with their heart are stupid. You prefer to see things in objective way. And you hate anything related to theory. You see that there's no use in using theories and you only believe in hard facts. In this pile I see also that you hate being bored I remembered when Lana twitted on X "you are boring me to death and I'm already dead". I think you hate boredom too pile 3. You hate boring people and dumb people. People in this pile can be Narcissists or Machiavellian or you have symptoms of this personality disorder (take what resonates I will not label people here as good or bad you know if you are good or bad pile 3). Also you have a high self esteem and you think that you deserve the world. You might be working right now so you can be in a high position in society. Someone who is authoritative and demanding. You want people to fear you and to respect you more than to like or love you. You get thrilled when someone announce that they hate you and they are your enemy. You like that and it gives you this energy boost. I see also that you are digging your way up, you are trying to prove to yourself that you'll be someone great in the future. You have this enormous drive to you that make you go on and on to reach your goals I'm hearing Marina song "High achiever can't you see, baby nothing come for free" but I forgot the song's name lol. You are always working on your goals and have a vision for the future.

2- How do you lure people in?

Omg this pile is quite bitchy. I hate saying this but people are attracted to you and hate you at the same time. They are attracted to your charm but they hate it when you turn the table on them. You might be someone who LIKES to gossip and because of that almost no one really want to be your friend. People like it when they come to you for advice because you are not swayed by emotions or imagination, you give them your opinion without being shy of sayingthe truth. You lure people in there's this drive to you, the ambition. Especially if you are a man or a male or masculine, everyone droll over how masculine you are. They like how decisive you are. People see the inner power in you, they see how passionate and wonderful you can be. Also you intimidate people, your presence make people uncomfortable because of the powerful aura you show to others. I see also that there's this wonder-ness about you. People in this pile here are not ashamed to explore and discover what they want as I mentioned in the energy check in. I see also that you keep ignoring your intuition and you lack emotional maturity which is soon will be changed. I see one of the lessons you'll learn in this lifetime is to be more emotionally intelligent and to be more compassionate towards others. People see that you are a me me me person. They see that because of your confidence and charm you can be a bit (How can I say it?) You are attention seeker? You are giving me The Weekend vibe idk why😭.

3- How do you lure your romantic interest in?

Your possible romantic interest view you as someone who is warm and optimistic. Most of your romantic interest crush on you because of how you look. They have no idea how dangerous you can be lol. Anyways, your romantic interests view you as someone who doesn't have man friends or a lone wolf even if you are an extrovert and you know a lot of people they assume that you are a lone wolf who doesn't have many friends. I see that your romantic interest are mostly dreamers or people who are delusional. Or I see that you attract people who are the total opposite of your personality. It is for a reason and the reason is to connect more with your emotional side. Your romantic interest feel scared of approaching you because you appear a bit unbalanced or a player. They see you as someone who will probably play them and fuck with their heart (A heartbreaker honestly). You might be someone who is considered attractive to people in the country you are living in. I see that you have a very sexy aura and you sexual energy is out of the chart. You might post nudes of yourself just to tease your crushes online. You have many stalkers too. If you are a guy many girls stalk you online. And if you are a female/girls/feminine many guys harass you online and they send you +18 pic of their.... you know. I see also that your romantic interest view you as someone who is quite harsh with words or someone who is very honest like bluntly honest which most of the time hurt their feelings. Your romantic interest view you as someone who they see a long term relationship with. They see you as someone who can pull them out of their shell. Also someone who is very smart and intelligent. They like how smart you are.

Placements for this pile

Air placements or dominant (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius). Sagittarius, Leo especially the ascendant, Capricorn, Sun, Mercury, Venus, jupiter as dominant planets in your chart.

Pile 4- Eye of a mermaid

Your current energy

Hello pile 4, how are you? Well let's get into the energy check of yours. First thing I'm picking up on is that you are either in love with someone who doesn't love you back or you have ended a romantic relationship because of a third party. But what mostly obvious here is that there's chasing and convincing. I see that you or the other person are chasing one another and no it is not mutual. It is like the more feminine energy in this connection is putting too much effort that the man started to feel egoistic and self assured that the feminine won't leave him. I see that you guys are very generous and selfless people. You have many friends and you are spending majority of time asking for their advice on your love life. It is painful honestly, I feel like my heart is sinking. You have many potential pile 4 and whatever you are chasing won't come to you unless you detach and forget about it. It is okay if we love someone and they don't love us back but the problem is when you hang your WHOLE existence around that perosn. Love is pure, genuine, it is the most pure energy in this universe. So, don't be sad that they are not sharing their love with you. Instead, be concerned on how to detach from that person. Another energy I'm picking up on is that you might be in a fwb situation or poly relationship. I see many parties interfering with the relationship that you feel the person you are loving is not loving you back. This person honestly is not the best so, try to move yourself out of the situation and give them a block for 2 months. If this person tried to reach out during these 2 months then they care for you and if not then you are just a replacement (sorry for being harsh on you pile 4). I see that this pile here there's someone perhaps a soulmate. This person is coming too soon into your life so whatever situation you are in, you'll find someone who will give you the love that you give to others and they will held you accountable. Okay my dears?

1- How do you view yourself?

Okay, first thing I'm picking up on is that you are someone who really hate change. You can literally eat the same food, do the same routine and live on the same frequency for ages without trying to change you life circumstances. Also, I see that you are someone who is very smart and intelligent. You see yourself as someone who is not swayed by delusions. The funny thing is (what I'm picking up on intuitively) that you say that you don't believe in tarot, astrology or paranormal stuff but you manage to read tarot or like being curious about your placements and other stuff. I see that you see yourself as someone who is pessimistic and not that funny or optimistic at all. The cards are also telling me that you need to change or at least accept the idea of change. You appear as someone who is very charming, tempting or someone who is quite attractive to others. Also you are someone who is very active, you like to keep yourself busy during the day. I see a job that requires you to stay active and in service. You could be a waiter/ waitress or cashier? Someone who is always moving. And if not then you are an athletic who have to always be training. You are someone who is always in their head. You might have anxiety or anxiety attacks randomly. You might also try to surrender to circumstances but there's this voice inside you that always nagging you to keep fighting and pushing back. I guess that's why you are always pessimistic pile 4, it is because you hate how you are forcing yourself to keep going. Because after all this enforcement you are not getting the result you aspire to get at all. You are someone who is very generous with time, effort and money. I see that you view yourself as someone who is very cooperative and if not then you view yourself as an extrovert who have many friends. The cards keep replying the same idea which is the selflessness. You need yo balance the give and take energy in you. If someone gave you attention try to give them the same amount they are giving you and don't take it too far. I see that you have people pleaser tendencies. I see that you don't really see the people pleasing thing as a problem at all. Like you truly like to help others because it heals something in you. I'm picturing Monica Gellir from Friends. She have this strong energy, presence and above all she is so caring and hard worker. You may have something in common with her. I see that you are someone who is a bit romantic too. You like romance, but you see those people on tiktok who read lots of romantic stuff and when someone actually is interested they cringe? You might be like that. I see that you are someone who is very loyal, especially to your friends. You might have you venus or moon in Taurus. I'm sensing here a lot of devotion from you guys unlike pile 3 they are narcissists lol.

2- How do you lure people in?

Pile 4 are you an ENFJ/ESFJ? I feel like this pile are a knight in a shining armor. I feel also that you project a picture to people that is not true about yourself. You may pretend like you have a specific traits that are not in you or you lie about sensitive stuff to avoid the hard feelings that come with it. Many people in this pile are very active and action oriented. People see you as someone with a lot of energy to give to others. I see that you are very helpful and people like that. The way you lure people in is a mix of fogginess and helpfulness. Or you may see that at first people project alot of stuff into you, they may tell you things that is not necessary you. Pile 4 do you have neptune/ascendant aspects? Because people always tend to project into you stuff that are not there. People may view you as someone who is naive, others tend to view you as someone who is manipulative. And so on and so forth. I see that also people view you as someone who lack imagination and if you are imaginative by nature then they see that you are someone who is not spiritual at all. They may tell you that you look helpless even though you know where exactly you are going. There's this fog around how people view you. They can't quite tap into who you truly is! Which leave you misunderstood by others. You are exactly like someone for ex, who spent their whole life being told that they are selfish but you are not selfish and you know that. I see that people see you as someone who is a hard worker. They see your efforts and they appreciate them too. People (because of the projection thing) can't really tell you who you truly are. They see the effort you put but not your potential. You may get laughed at when you claim to want to be a model, a singer or anything because people don't seem to think that you can do that. In fact you can, it is just the thoughts of them that they project onto you which is quite sad honestly. People tend to get possessive of you and attached not because of who you are, but because of who they view you to be. It is like those people have something missing and they paint you with what is missing in their life and they claim that you fulfill all the things that is missing from their life. It is sad honestly because they can't see you for who you truly are, instead they project into you. This pile feels like an object to other people which keep them stuck in the same patterns. I guess from what I'm seeing in the cards that your life mission is to get to know yourself and stop letting others project into you.

3- How you lure your romantic interest in?

Okay, your romantic interest see that you are someone who is very independent and ambitious. You may attract a lot of mentally ill people into your life? Or people with avoidant attachment style or peoplewho are non-committed? I see that this people are quite manipulative. Like for ex, they may lie to you about something that they don't have and then you get shocked of the truth. I see that this pile attracts many cheaters. Or people who is considered a walking red flag. People in this pile may have dated people who do not love them. Not love, I see lust. The opposite gender may lust over you a lot sadly. You may be someone who is considered attractive or beautiful in social standards. You attract many cheaters into your life and indecisive people too. Like okay, those people can never be serious or committed to you at all. I'm picking up on the other woman vibe. A girl or a woman who is so beautiful, she have a big heart but all she get from the opposite gender is cheating, lies non-committed relationships or you may be the side chick in the relationship. That's why in the beginning of the reading I felt this sense of unrequited love! It is because you want a relationship, you want love but you can't seem to attract those to you and it is frustrating! You may always try to prove that you are more than a beautiful face/body but unfortunately they only see you as a sexual object. And if you are a man you may have dated several women who were not serious about committing to you or women who is considered hot but are superficial and only cares about money (like more than who you truly are). This pile is sad honestly, all people here are not seen for who they truly are but instead who people want them to be. So, I see that you'll take a reflecting period and quit dating for a while just to see what you truly want and if you are already doing that then good for you pile 4. You deserve applause 👏��. Take time and detach, learn how to love yourself, and seek the truth! You truth and what truly matter in your life.

Placements for this pile

Fire placements especially Aries, Air placements (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius). Earth placements (capricorn, virgo and taurus). Saturn, Mercury, jupiter, Uranus, neptune, sun dominant.

Post dated: 22nd of Sep/2024- Sun

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berberriescorner · 1 year ago

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pregnant sexs w rio

I had to sit and think of which direction I wanted to take this in. Whew, chileee! Way too many scenarios are playing in my mind. This man😩😍!

I'm going to keep it a stack with y'all. This turned into a whole-ass fic.

Sit back, buckle up, and prep yourself for the trip my imagination's about to take you on♥️. Love, comments, and reblogs are appreciated, lovelies💞.

A/N: Sexual frustration and prolonged foreplay ahead. If that's not your vibe. You may want to skip out on this one. A couple of twists and flips here and there. I hope you lovelies enjoy what I did with this♥️. Just a heads up, I really got into this one, so it's going to be pretty lengthy. Worked on it for a while. Even made a damn mood board...I couldn't resist.

One More Note: A polite, gentle reminder that I don't usually take requests. If you float something in my ask that I just can't resist. I will give in here and there. In other words, if you don't get a response, please don't take it personally.

If you missed any other ask about dad!rio or hubby!rio, they're all listed on my Masterlist under Rio Asks/Headcanons (in order). Enjoy my lovelies! Feel free to love, comment, and share🥰.

Song Inspo💜:

"Let's Go Little Kitty-Kat"

Livid. Irritable. Restless. Each one of these words perfectly describes your current mood. The kids had begged to spend their spring break with Rio’s grandmother. Marcus was spending his time off with her, and his siblings loved to follow big brother’s every move. You weren’t surprised that they wanted to be wherever he was. It didn’t hurt that their great-grandmother spoiled them rotten and gave them whatever their hearts desired. Even your sweet baby boy left his momma in the dust. That wasn’t the reason for your foul mood (though being in this big, empty house didn’t help).

You were angrily resting on the couch, a permanent pout etched on your face. You huffed loudly as your husband’s voice sounded on the other end of the phone call.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

You were willing to bet any amount of money that Rio’s hand was running down his face right now. Were you overreacting? Possibly. Maybe even being a bit unreasonable? Probably so. Did you give a damn? Not at all. Blame it on the hormones.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You’re pissed off–again? That’s two days in a row, mama. I’ve still yet to figure out the reason behind yesterday's bad attitude. Normally, I don’t let that shit slide, but I understand you’re emo-.”

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“And you’re going to do what, darlin’,” he questioned, voice laced with a hint of warning. Rio chuckled sarcastically, “I got a lot going on right now. Call me back when you’re ready to talk like an adult. Ready to get back on your grown woman shit.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

You knew your behavior was coming off as petty, but too much pent-up frustration kept you from acting like a rational human being. You rolled your eyes so hard they nearly got stuck as you recalled yesterday's events.

You lay awake in bed, your body vibrating with lust. The day had dragged by slowly as your need for Rio grew more and more. You changed positions so many times your head scarf came undone.

“If I can just manage to wait up at least another hour. Maybe Rio will get here soon enough to put my ass to bed.”

Nope. The tiny human growing in your womb pulled you into a deep slumber.

By the time Rio reached the threshold of your master bedroom. You were snuggled deep into the covers with pillows surrounding you. His shoulders lowered with a hint of disappointment. Rio knew you wanted him home, even if you hadn't said the words aloud. He could sense the attitude and frustration in your voice when he called to tell you not to wait up. Rio had tried his hardest to get home hours ago, but with every attempt at leaving came more matters that required his attention. He lowered himself to your sleeping form. Adjusting your scarf so it wouldn’t slip off, Rio softly pecked your nose and cheek. After a quick shower, he carefully climbed into his side of the bed, gently pulling two of the many pillows from behind your back. It took some effort, but he managed to cuddle up to you and delicately pull you into him. You stirred for a few moments but quickly fell back into a deep sleep. Your husband watched, smirking at the light snores you released.

“Night, Mama. Love you,” he whispered, kissing your neck.

The following morning, you woke up. Still horny as hell. You rolled over to find his side of the bed empty. He had been there. Rio’s side of the bed looked slept in. Your head turned in the direction of your en suite. Not a peep sounded. He wasn’t in there.

Maybe he’s downstairs. I should fix him something before he heads out. Perhaps he could eat me for breakfast. These freaking pregnancy hormones are out of control. Every waking moment, I feel like swallowing this man whole. When I’m not hungry, I’m horny. When I’m not fiending for my husband, I want to eat everything in sight. Fucking Rio. The dick just doesn’t miss. He shoots the club up every.single.time.

You smiled at your small bump, rubbing soft circles at the sides. Honestly, you didn’t mind being pregnant for the fifth time, but for your sanity (and the kids), this would be your last. If Rio wanted more babies, he had better find a damn good surrogate. Mama’s tired.

Does this man not realize he’ll have to pay for three, possibly four, weddings? Who am I kidding? In his mind, Rio probably believes he’ll be able to chase off any and every potential love interest. He’s in for a rude awakening. My dad didn’t like his ass at first. I have a (legally) pistol-toting father as well. That didn’t stop shit. Now look at us: marriage and a gang of children.

Pregnancy turned you into an impatient woman. When you wanted something, there was no convincing you different.

In your thoughts, the bedroom door crept open. Rio’s head peeked inside. He noticed you sitting on the side of the bed and stepped into the room. He swaggered over to you, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. His voice was low, and restlessness lingered in his tone.

“Morning, Mama. You sleep alright,” he asked as his fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head back for a kiss. His rough, calloused fingers danced along your jawline, trailing low enough to graze the outside of your breast. He smiled as you gasped against his lips.

The kiss started sweet, turning into hunger in mere seconds. You tried tugging your husband down onto the bed. Rio pulled back, pecking your lips a few times, before standing upright, hand slowly stroking the inner part of your thigh. With just a few inches, he would've been dangerously close to where you wanted him most.

“I had to come to kiss my beautiful wife before heading out. I need to slide, mama. I’ve got a lot on my plate today. It's going to be hectic, and shit might get active. I ordered you some breakfast. It’ll be here soon. I’ll probably get in late tonight. Don’t wait up for me. Make sure you and my baby get some rest. Love you,” he said, kissing you again.

“Love you too, Papa,” you exhaled.

You watched him leave and groaned with irritation.

It would be two nights in a row that he’d be coming in late at night. That typically wouldn’t be an issue. You had grown used to it throughout the years. The only time it became a problem was when you were in your current state: knocked up, horny, and hormonal. It was just something that switched in your brain during these times. You wanted all Rio’s attention. The need to have him buried deep inside you was high, and you couldn’t quite get your fill of him.

Several attempts to distract yourself throughout the day had failed miserably. No matter what you did, your thoughts always redirected themselves back to Rio and sex. You made one last effort to ignore the constant need to devour your husband. Turning Apple Music on shuffle, you opened a magazine and thumbed through it. Unfortunately, the universe wasn't on your side. Every song was more explicit than the previous one. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you shut the music off.

Enough is enough. Hubby won’t come to me, but rest assured I can go to him.

You padded to your bedroom closet, looking for a sexy little number. Slipping on a pair of Steve Madden heels, you snatched up your car keys. You set forth on a journey to Rio. Bringing him lunch would be your excuse for showing up unannounced. That reason, however, wasn't enough to prevent the lecture you received from an overprotective husband, Rio. As if that wasn’t enough, you also caught shit from your meddlesome bodyguard/homie, Mick. He escorted you into the warehouse when you arrived.

“Boss lady, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he instigated.

“Mick, hush. I can bring my husband some lunch. Chill on me.”

“Alright, but you already know. The boss won’t be happy you're out, running around for him.”

“I went to get him some takeout. I didn’t even get out of the car. It was a curbside pickup.”

You were about to continue the debate when Rio’s voice sounded behind you.

“Mama.”

How could one little word send your body into a frenzy? You could sense both curiosity and a little anger in his tone. Mick stood there smirking at you. He knew what was about to go down. It was one thing for you to be out and about with no security detail. That was enough to put you in hot water. The fact that you were pregnant pushed his disappointment to another level.

“Mick, that thing we were about to take care of? Start without me. I need a few moments with my wife.”

He nodded in agreement, giving you a ‘good luck’ smirk on his way out. You turned your attention to Rio after the door closed. His jaw ticked as he shook his head in disbelief.

“What did I tell you about leaving the house with no security detail? You’re supposed to be at home relaxing. What are you even doing out and about? I specifically told you I’d be busy today. You know that’s code for business dealings. Your ass shouldn’t be anywhere near this warehouse right now.”

“I just wanted to bring you lunch, Papa. I needed to see that handsome face,” you replied in your best baby voice.

“Nah, that little voice and smile ain’t cutting it right now. Why are you so damn hardheaded?”

Now you were starting to get a little pissed. It was understandable that Rio was always concerned for your safety, but what choice did you have? Several, you had several. It just couldn’t wait. Yes, you were slightly irritated by his reaction, but the ache in your core grew even more being in his presence. The scent of his cologne wafted through the air. With just one sniff, you could feel your nipples harden.

These hormones are so out of control. I need this man to wreck my shit. The sooner, the better.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to plead your case.

“But baby-”

“Listen. I’m too busy to have this argument with you right now.”

Rio closed the distance between you and placed his hands on either side of your face. He angrily sighed and pecked your lips.

“I appreciate the gesture, Mama, but please listen to me next time.”

You bit your lip, looking at him apologetically. Snaking your arms around his body, you allowed him to engulf you in a hug. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, Rio caught you off guard, giving you a hard swat on the bottom. His voice was low and gravelly as he growled, “You're trouble, Mama.”

You moaned, pushing your backside deeper into his palms. Eyes drifted shut as you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips for a kiss. Rio’s hands caressed the soft, plush globes as his breath fanned your lips. He denied your request for a kiss. Instead, his lips ghosted your neck, and his mouth traveled to your ear. Nipping at your lobe, he rasped, “Sorry, mama. We don’t have time for that. I have to go handle business.”

He pulled away, smirking at the frown that quickly shifted to a pout.

“We can’t spend just a few more minutes together?”

“Don’t do that, ma. You know this is important. Since you’re already out and ignoring my demands, why don’t you spend some time with your best friend? Here, take my card. Lunch is on me.”

This man is so preoccupied with business. He doesn’t even see that I came here to give him a piece of pussy. For some reason, that irritates the hell out of me. Usually, he can read my body like a book. I see where his priorities are at the moment. Business must trump his pregnant wife’s needs. I gave this man four and a half babies, and this is the thanks I get? Let me take my pregnant, horny, irritated tail home. His ass is sleeping on the couch tonight, and I don’t give one fuck that I’m being irrational.

“Nah, I’m good,” you waved your hand dismissively.

Sensing attitude, Rio tilted his head back, giving you a look of incredulity.

“Look, I ain't got time for the dramatics right now. I told you I would be busy. Go home, mama. We can discuss this in the privacy of our home.”

Cocking your head to the side, you gave him an irritated glare. A rush of pregnancy hormones came hurtling towards you. Snatching your handbag and keys from his desk, you stormed out of the room. Rio knew he struck a nerve and possibly hurt your feelings. Stepping into the hall, he called after you. Ignoring him, you stomped out of the building. With an exasperated sigh, your husband ran his hands over his face. Taking a deep breath did little to soothe the irritation that started festering inside him. It also didn’t help that the idiots working the warehouse floor were ogling your behind as you angrily switched out of the building.

“Y’all got a death wish or something? Fuck you looking at,” Rio barked towards the group of men.

“I suggest you get back to work before I unload the clip in this bitch,” he boomed, walking back into his office to cool down before heading to the meeting.

“She’s almost to her car. Hurry up! Follow her. Keep a watchful eye over her. She’s in her feelings. Make sure my wife and child make it home safe,” he ordered one of his men.

Her ass is out here walking around in those tight-ass jeans. We’re about to have a heated exchange when I get home. Out here showing out. She’s over here pressing on my last nerve and still making me want to put her on her back at the same damn time. Thick-ass. Feisty-ass. Sexy-ass. Spoiled-ass. Hormonal-ass woman.

Rio’s detail only served to anger you more. Pulling into your driveway, you flung the car door open, grabbed your stuff, and turned toward the henchman.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Either wait out here or take your ass back to the warehouse.”

Not waiting for a response, you went into your home. Setting the alarm, you settled in for a quiet, lonesome evening. You had hoped a nice relaxing shower, comfy PJs, and stuffing your face would put you in a better mood. It could have worked, but your husband kept blowing up your phone.

Annoyed by the fourth call, you answered icily, “What can I do for you, dear?”

Rio could hear the sarcasm in your voice. “This what we on tonight?”

“Why, whatever do you mean, husband?”

“Cut the shit, mama. Why are you ignoring my calls?”

“You were oh so busy. I’d imagine that ignoring you would give you more time to concentrate on business, sweetie.”

“You petty as fuck. Stop being mean, mama.”

His mini flirtations went ignored.

This man hasn’t seen petty yet. Watch me work, Daddy.

“What can I do for you, Christopher?”

“Oh, are we using government names now? Bet. Why are you being stubborn?”

Silence.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?”

Silence.

“Mama,” he sighed.

“Call me emotional one more time, Rio.”

“Whatever, Christopher. You called me. Nobody wanted to talk to your dusty ass anyway. Get off my line,” with that, you both hung up on one another, more irritated than before the call.

Hours later, you came down from your mood swing. Guilt slowly started to seep into you. Not one to give in and apologize first, you decided it was the right thing to do. Unlocking your phone, you sent a request for FaceTime. It rang twice before being denied.

He’s probably busy. I’ll try again in an hour or so.

The next time you tried his cell, you called. It rang several times before going to voicemail. Waiting another hour, you tried again. Ringing once, it went to voicemail.

Now, wait a fuckin’ minute. One ring means he hit the “f you button.” See, now a bitch is starting to get mad again. Woosah. Fight them mood swings, girl. Fight them!

Just as you had calmed your nerves, a text came through.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: You and the baby good?

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Yes, we’re fine. Why haven’t you called me back? Are you okay?

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: I’m busy, remember? You didn’t feel like talking earlier? Why are you so chatty all of a sudden?

His petty ass.

Wifey (Mama)🌎💍: Stop making it hard to tell you sorry, Papa. Chill on me.

Husbaeee (Papa)🥰😈👅💦: Keep your sorry, ma. I’m cool on that. See you when I get home.

Oh, okay! It’s just, ma, now? Bet.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Rio smiled to himself. He purposefully pissed you off again. Part of him did it out of payback, but his main objective was getting you frustrated. If it had done the trick. You would be ripping his clothes off and begging to be fucked once he made it home.

Not one to tell a man where he can and cannot go in his own home. You decided against telling Rio to sleep on the couch. However, the need to be petty was vibrating heavily in your bones. You fought sleep as long as you could, hoping to wait up for him long enough to ignore him for a bit. The baby again had other plans and lulled you into a deep sleep.

Rio braced himself for whatever you had planned to throw his way. He smirked to himself, releasing a low chuckle before exiting the car. Dragging his tired body into the house, your husband entered the code into the security system. Resetting it, he headed in the direction of the bar. He filled a tumbler with two fingers of bourbon. Tossing it back, Rio let the warm liquid flow through his chest. He rinsed the glass, set it in the dishwasher, and headed upstairs.

Her moody ass is probably sleeping.

Attempting not to wake you, he quietly padded up the stairs. Rio unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt as he walked toward your shared bedroom. He nearly made it there but stopped in his tracks. The look on his face turned stone cold, and he slowly turned his head to peer into the guest bedroom.

What the fuck is this shit?

There you were, the door cracked, and lights dimmed just enough for him to see you tucked in tight, slumbering peacefully. Your plan to ignore him may have fallen through, but you still managed to be petty even in your sleep.

You jolted awake, feeling arms slip under your frame and pull you up from the mattress. Moments went by as you willed your eyes to wake fully. Your sight focused on Rio’s angered expression, and you pushed at his chest.

“What the hell are you doing? Put me down, Christopher!”

He ignored you. Rio’s jaw ticking as he took long strides exiting the guest room. He carried you into your bedroom, laid you in bed, tucking you in. You started to explain that you were a grown-ass woman and could sleep anywhere you damn well pleased. The look in his eyes forced you to think better of it.

“I don’t give a fuck how angry you are! Your ass will sleep in this bed regardless. Go to bed mad if you want to. Your stubborn ass is going to do it lying next to me. No room for debate, mama. You mad at me? You don’t want to be near me right now? That’s all good, but you sleep in our bed. Roll to the edge of the bed. That's all the space you're getting.”

Rio snatched his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothes hamper. You did your best to bite back any more snarky responses as you watched Rio stalk to the bathroom. The door flew shut, and you mumbled, “Dramatic much.”

The bathroom door swung open. Standing in the doorway, eyes set on you, Rio commanded, “Can you stop talking? Please give me a moment of peace, ma. All that talking’s gon’ land your ass in a world of trouble. Save yourself, mama. Be quiet.”

You cut your eyes at him, sliding down into bed. You lay on the side facing away from him. The corners of your mouth pulled into a mischievous grin. Waiting for the shower to start, you attempted to remove yourself from the bed and head toward the exit. Rio's voice bounced off the bathroom walls, halting your movement.

“Get back in bed, mama.”

You kissed your teeth, “Ain’t nobody left. Shut up, Rio.”

“You heard what I said. Stop playing with me.”

Pouncing back on the bed, you snarled towards the bathroom door.

“Fix your face, ma. You’re trying my patience tonight.”

Can he see through the damn walls or something?

“Nobody worried about you, Christopher.”

“Yeah, okay. Your stubborn ass got back in that bed. Didn’t you?”

Rio wanted to wash the events of the day away. He wanted a few quiet minutes to destress, but being a little hellcat, you wouldn’t give him that. You had a response for everything. He loved you combative and keyed up, but tonight, you were laying it on thick and wouldn’t let up. Rio was slightly irritated that his plan to piss you off again was starting to backfire. Taking a few calming breaths, he readied himself to regain control of the situation.

The water cut off, and he walked into the room, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. There were beads of water sliding down his naked torso. Being irritated by him wasn’t enough to stop your eyes from tracing him from head to toe. Squeezing your thighs together, you bit your lip, fighting the urge to jump on him. Rio felt your eyes on him and smirked in your direction. He laid a fresh pair of underwear on the foot of the bed. Standing upright, his eyes connected with yours as Rio pulled the towel from his waist. His eyes stayed on you as he took the time to dry the rest of his body. Your vision latched onto his manhood as you watched it swing from side to side. The tip of your tongue danced across your lips, and Rio rasped, “You hungry, mama?” The knowing smirk on his face aggravated you. Not thinking it through, you mumbled, “Like you give a fuck.”

A low and bitter chuckle fell from Rio’s lips. That was your last chance. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth. His eyes darkened and held yours as he slipped into his underwear. Tossing the towel into the hamper, he crept toward you. The silence that filled the air added to the moment's intensity.

Rio’s fingers glided along the column of your neck. His digits cupped your chin, giving it a light squeeze as a warning. His face crowded your own. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking. Finally, you had pissed him off enough to get the reaction you craved. Wetness pulled between your thighs in anticipation.

“This all could’ve been avoided, mama.”

Rio’s thumb traced your bottom lip as he backed away. You watched in confusion as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his phone. Stepping toward the door, you asked, “Where are you going?”

“Thought you didn't want to be near me, darlin’? I think you need some time alone. Just go to bed. I'm not tired.”

“I’ve been alone for two days! You’re such an asshole.”

His hand gripped the doorknob as he rolled his neck and shoulders. He was fighting the urge to pounce. With his back to you, Rio finished, “Next time you want to be fucked. Just say that, ma.”

You growled in annoyance, chucking a pillow against his back as he walked out of the room.

“Your ass is lucky you're carrying my baby. It's the only thing keeping me from snatching your little ass up. Crazy ass woman,” he called out from the hallway.

You punched your pillows and got back in bed. Too upset to sleep, a slew of emotions rained down on you. First, there were tears of frustration. Then anger, followed by another round of guilt.

Why do I keep putting this man through hell? All over some dick. That’s what it comes down to. However, if he would’ve cracked my damn back, this shit could’ve been avoided. You're so damn busy you can’t slide inside me and bust a quick nut?

You smiled, rolled your eyes, and finished your thoughts.

Damn, I’m a brat. Let me drag grumpy pants back to bed. I thought, “wE sLeEp BeSiDe EaCh OtHeR No MaTtEr WhAt,” Head ass.

Rio was sitting on the edge of the living room sofa, arms draped over his lap. The longer he sat there thinking over the day and your attitude. The more he had to fight the urge to do the things he truly wanted. Rio fisted the top of his pants as wicked thoughts of you crying out for him cycled through. His hands trembled, filled with the need to possess and punish you. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back to calm his hunger. That plan fell through as your scent flowed into the room. He groaned, opening his eyes and settling his gaze on you.

“You could’ve slept in the guest room. Why are you being extra? I thought we didn’t sleep in separate rooms anyway?”

“I’m not about to keep going back and forth with you. Just go back to bed, Mama,” he responded with tiredness in his voice.”

That pulled at your heartstrings.

Be nice, bitch.

You swallowed your pride and made the first move toward reconciliation.

“Come back to bed, Rio. I’m sorry for being unreasonable, papa.”

Still standing in the entryway of the spacious living room, you waited for a response. The room was painfully quiet as you two watched one another. Rio’s gaze trailed your body. It was just something about you in his T-shirts that always drove him crazy. He kept his expression blank, making it hard for you to get a read on him. The silence continued for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was different. It wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t happy either.

It was dominant, possessive even.

“Come here.”

Oh, shit. Not that voice. Anything but that.

There were two types of dominant Rio. One, you had been working his nerves for. The other? Not so much. You stayed frozen in place.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your legs carried you over to him. Stepping between him and the coffee table, you waited for further instruction.

“Look, I know I’ve been working your nerves-.”

“Mm-Mm. Quiet. Talking seems to be your downfall, Mama.”

Rio’s hands reached up and grasped your hips.

“Sit,” he instructed, pulling you into a seated position on the coffee table.

His elbows rested on the top of his knees, hands folded underneath his chin.

“You’ve been doing your best to get my attention. Now that you have it. You seem a bit worried, Mama. It’s what you wanted. Right?”

Silence.

“Good girl. You finally learned how to listen and not talk. It’s a little shocking, honestly. You’ve had so much to say for the past two days. Now, when it seems you’re about to get the response you want, and then some. You don’t have shit to say.”

You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Fucked. That’s what you were. There were times when you would overdo it, pushing him too far. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. Pulling in a shaky breath, you continued to listen. Being pregnant, you didn’t know how he would play it. That alone sent a shiver down your body.

See, this is what my emotional, spoiled ass gets. It’s too late to turn back now. Dear sweet Kitty Kat, I wish you the best of luck, girl.

“What’s wrong, darlin’? You seem a bit nervous.”

More silence.

Rio leaned towards you, placing his hands on your plush thighs. He was so close your noses were an inch apart. He tilted his head, angling it to nip your bottom lip. Pulling back, his hand massaged your left cheek. It circled your skin as he leaned back in.

“My hands itching to wrap around your throat, Mama. You know I can’t act like this and do things like that when you’re carrying my child. I don’t take risks with my seed, and you know that. Playing with your oxygen supply is the same as messing with theirs. So why the fuck do you keep trying me,” he groaned.

“Baby, I’m-“

“Shhh.” He laid a gentle kiss on your lips. “You've been talking all day. Right now is a time for listening, darlin’.”

He leisurely rose from the couch, towering over you.

“Let’s put your mouth to better use. Yeah?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers threaded through your hair. Tugging it, he tilted your head back, pecking your lips again. Rio’s eyes held yours as his free hand dipped inside his sweatpants and briefs. Releasing and stroking his member, he hovered over you.

“You wanted some attention. Right, mama? You need dick? Open that pretty little mouth for me.”

Rio jerked your head forward. Hand still wrapped tightly around his thick length, he tapped it on your lips. Your mouth watered and instantly fell open.

“Now you want to be a good girl,” he groaned, swiping the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue.

You started to wrap your mouth around him, but he backed away. A whimper fell from your mouth. Rio held your chin, “I’ll tell you when you can eat it up, Mama,” he whispered, gently tapping your face with his girth.

“You so fucking fine. Wet juicy ass lips got my shit throbbing,” Rio moaned, bending down to kiss you again. Eyes blazing, you used your mouth to capture his thumb. You suckled it, giving him doe eyes. It was as if your beautiful orbs were pleading for him to give in. Your body was so wound up it screamed for some sort of relief. You so desperately wanted to taste him. Thoughts of him spilling his seed into your mouth had you salivating. Rio’s lips parted as his tongue did that snake motion you loved. He slid his thumb from your lips, moving it out of reach.

“Can’t even ruin you in the manner you deserve. I want to shove my dick in that pretty little mouth and fuck your throat until you choke. Damn, I want to leave you gasping for air, voice hoarse. You know I love the way you swallow the dick.”

An appreciative whimper sounded from your lips. Rio’s eyes danced with excitement. He took joy at the needy and desperate look on your face. The rise and fall of your chest quickened as sinful sounds came from your sweet lips.

“Look at you moaning and whimpering. That’s my nasty bitch. Does the thought of me shoving myself down that pretty little throat turn you on, mama? It makes you wet. Doesn’t it?”

You shivered and released a stuttered breath, “Daddy, please.” He smiled wickedly, “Damn, I love it when you beg, darlin’.”

“Christopher, please. I’m about to go crazy. I don't think I've ever wanted to swallow you down this bad. Please, Papa. I need you.”

A chuckle fell from his lips. Rio swallowed hard, and you could see the pulse dancing on the side of his neck. His eyes grew darker as he leaned close enough, and you felt his breath brush against your lips.

“You are so cute, mama. Beg as much as you want. The question is: Do you think you deserve it,” he whispered, peppering your lips with light kisses. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a smile as you panted the word yes. “Mm, no. I don't think so, darlin’. You've been stomping around, throwing tantrums, twisting and turning, rolling that neck for days now.”

Your impatience and temper got the best of you.

“If you're so tired of my damn attitude. Put me out of my misery already. You're the one being stingy with the dick! You can't find a few moments to love on your wife?”

There was that sinister smile once more. Rio’s hand went to wrap around your throat, but halfway he stopped. Closing it into a fist tightly, he forced it down to his side. He smirked, slowly opening his mouth to speak, “You’re letting these hormones rattle you, mama. They got you impatient as fuck and coming out of pocket.”

Tucking himself back into his sweats, Rio reclaimed his spot on the sofa. Leaning back into the cushions, he watched your face twist up in frustration.

“Fuck this. I’m going back upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.”

“Sit. Down,” Rio roared.

You froze, back still facing him.

“I’m getting tired of saying things twice,” Rio hissed. “Sit your ass down.”

You swung around and stomped to the coffee table to reclaim your seat.

“Not there. Come here.”

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You beckoned? Dear sweet husband.”

Though Rio wore a thin smile, you could tell he didn’t find shit amusing. Glancing at his lap, he whispered, “Sit.”

You kissed your teeth, plopping into his lap. He pressed up against you, hands gripping your waist. “You enjoy making me tick. Don’t you darlin’?”

Not waiting for you to answer, one hand abandoned your waist. It slid into your hair, tugging at the strands. The action caused you to release something Rio couldn’t decipher. What had started as a gasp shifted to a whimper and ended as a moan. The sound caused his erection to twitch underneath you as he bit back a groan.

“Why are you giving Daddy a hard time? Thought you loved me, Mama,” he teased.

Your lips parted, but he tugged more, signaling you to remain silent.

“Don’t deny it, love. I’m over here fighting everything in me right now. I know how you want it. You ain’t in no condition for that, baby girl.”

“How do I want it, Papa,” you whispered breathlessly.

Rio’s hand trailed to the column of your neck. He gave it a light, gentle squeeze. Pulling your ear to his lips, he groaned, “You want that rough shit. Need me to choke you. Talk my shit and say all the nasty things you like. Pin you down, fuck you until you cry. That’s what you want, yeah,” he questioned, nipping at your earlobe.

A smirk danced across his face at the sound of your whimpering.

“Can’t you just do it as gently as possible? Please, you begged, grinding into his lap.

His growl bounced off the living room walls. It was a signal, a warning, but you couldn’t help yourself. Circling your hips, you pressed further into his erection. Rio hissed, “Behave. You really gotta chill, Mama.”

You stood long enough to turn and straddle his thigh. His hands cradled your small bump. Pecking his lips, you watched as Rio’s eyes fluttered closed. The two of you slipped into a sensual kiss. Your hips rolled as you started to grind your moist panties against his thigh.

“Papa, please. I’m begging you. I need you. I’ll take it any way you’d like.”

He sucked in a shallow breath, grasping your chin.

“I know you will. You don’t have a choice, mama.”

Cocky motha-.

“Keep grinding that slick little pussy against me, baby,” he rasped, grabbing up the globes of your behind. “Now I know you can do better than that. Grind harder,” he finished with a smack to each cheek. Mouths collided as your fingers traced patterns along the nape of his neck. Your tongues wrestled for dominance. His palms dug into your supple flesh, guiding you along the slick spot that started to form on his thigh.

“Damn, mama. Just the sound of my voice makes that little pussy weep, yeah?”

He watched you with pride, your eyes shut tight, breathing ragged. Rio moved his hands to your breast, giving them a light squeeze. He moaned as his teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“Go a little faster. Pull yourself toward the edge, darlin’.”

Your body rocked faster against his drenched thigh as his hand crept until it found its way underneath your shirt, pulling at the hardened nipples.

“Christopher.”

“Hmm, baby? Talk to me, mama. What do you need from Daddy?”

The words got stuck in your throat, and you edged closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Your head tilted back, and the mewl you released made all Rio’s blood rush to his thick member. He peppered kisses along the soft skin of your neck, cooing, “You close, baby girl? Hmm? Come on now, tell me how you feel, darlin’. Let me hear that pretty voice.”

“So damn close. Add a little pressure, Daddy. Press into me, please.”

Rio chuckled, lifting his thigh just enough to give you the desired pressure.

“That better, sweetheart?”

“Fuck,” you whispered. Ye-I’ma come. Please-.”

You started to tremble, signaling an explosive orgasm. Rio’s fingers gripped your waist, halting all movement. A high-pitched whine echoed throughout the room as you tried to power through his grasp and thrust your hips. His hold on you was too strong to fight. The teasing chuckle he gave frustrated you.

“Why would you do that? Don’t play with me like that, Rio,” you whimpered.

“Oh, you thought this was about to be easy? No, love. See where all the nagging and expectations got you. Playing with my patience had you believing I would let you have your way. Fuck that. You better work for that shit, mama. You know how I operate, and I ain’t feeling too generous right now.” He pinched your nipple, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Shoving his shoulder, he fell back against the couch, pinning you with a mischievous glint.

“Ain’t shit funny, Rio. You’re pissing me off,” you snapped, pacing the hardwood floor.

“That makes two of us,” he countered, shrugging his shoulders.

“What happened to a happy wife, a happy life? I’m carrying your child. Where is the love?”

“So damn dramatic. You just knew you’d get your way, huh?”

You stopped, turning to face him. Your arms crossed your ample chest. Frustration ran deep in your mind. The two of you matched glare for glare.

Rio’s eyes darkened as he stood, walking toward you. He kissed you long and hard, backing you toward the living room wall. Your body shivered as you made contact with the chilled surface. He broke the kiss and rasped, “Should’ve used these past few minutes to make a convincing argument,” he tsked. “I don't even know if you deserve to come at this point, darlin’.”

Rio dropped to his knees, and you watched his head disappear underneath the fabric of your shirt. Heat pulsed throughout your core as you felt Rio pull fabric aside. Thousands of tiny sparks flooded your body as you felt his wet, warm tongue trail from the bottom of your dripping sex to the top. His middle and pointer fingers spread you open while the tip of his tongue danced around your bundle of nerves. You released a shuttered breath, head tilting back as your eyes fluttered closed. Without having to look up, Rio paused his licking and growled, “Keep you’re fucking eyes on me. Take off this damn shirt, and watch me eat this pussy up, mama.”

Say less. I got you, Zaddy.

His eyes burned with passion at the sight of your breast. “You don’t need these either,” he rasped, tearing the panties from your body. Without another word, his head dipped back between your thighs. He teased you with nips and licks until you squirmed, begging for more. The pace had started achingly slow. His breath fanned your lower lips, “Look at you wiggling and shit. Are you aching for me, mama?” Rio inhaled your scent, “Damn, I’m about to eat this shit up.”

“Less talking. More licking, Papa,” you mewled, trying to thrust your heat back into his face. Rio leaned away.

“See, that’s your problem. You need to learn patience, mama. We don’t need to rush. Let me take my time and enjoy all this fine dining.”

“Truthfully, you get off on torturing me, don’t you?”

Instead of using his words, Rio answered with action. Still holding your lips apart, three fingers from the opposite hand pressed into your clit, rubbing wide circles slowly.

In a husky tone, he taunted, “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can get wetter than this.” Your sarcastic rebuttal halted as he continued, “Let me help you with that, ma.”

His words fully registered as you felt his saliva collide with your silky flesh. His mouth covered your lips again, alternating between slow, languid strokes and rapid, hungry licks. From the movement of his tongue to the way he gripped your thighs. Feeling everything at once was hurdling toward a powerful orgasm. His fingers rejoined the party, using them to fumble with your clit as he thrust his tongue into you.

“N-no, baby. Not ye-it’s too soon. S-slow down, fuck!”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull his fingers away. Rio swatted it as he hoisted you higher, locking his arms around your thighs.

“I thought you wanted to come though, Mama,” he teased. “Let me switch it up for you, yeah?”

His tongue replaced those same fingers, licking and sucking your sweet little nub like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh! You fucking demon. Daddy, no,” you mewled, body starting to jerk. The sensation sent tingles throughout as your fist pounded against the wall. The digits of the other hand dug into his scalp. You felt him smile against your flesh, moaning and growling. Slipping three fingers inside, he flexed them, deliciously tapping your g-spot. The pace of his digits quickened as his lips wrapped around your abused clit, and he sucked as hard as he could. Your body writhed. The feeling was so intense you considered climbing the wall.

This bitch would go harder. I need to learn how to shut up.

Rio tsked again, “There’s nowhere for you to run, Mama. Daddy got you locked in,” he taunted, fingers speeding up a little more. “Thought this is what you wanted, hm? You've been crying for this all day. Is it too much for you, baby?” Rio’s fingers slipped out of you, and the palm of his hand delivered smacks over your lips. “Yeah! There we go! That’s that wet shit, mama.” Rio dove back in, the sounds of his mouth on your body growing more lewd by the second. All you could do was tremble and whimper. Rio groaned, his mouth devouring you. His words tickled your slick heat, “ You gon’ come for me? Hmm? My mouth got you leaking all over the place.” Your legs started to shake as his tongue lashed at your skin.

“Answer me, ma,” he demanded, harsh yet sexy.

“Yes, fuck. I’m so close, shit!”

“Beg me to let you come.”

“Please, Papa! Let me come all over that sinfully delicious tongue.”

“I know you’re close. Look at that pretty little pussy squeezing around my fingers,” Rio teased, adding a fourth finger. “Look at these thick thighs shaking,” he taunted. Your husband took a moment to nip at your inner thighs. “Soft as fuck. Tastes so damn good.” His lips licked and sucked at the soft skin as he massaged your g-spot.

“Hold on a bit longer for me.”

His eyes glistened, and you knew Rio was about to make you suffer. There was something in his expression that just reeked of revenge. Minutes ticked by, and you were proven right: every torturous lick of his tongue was his getback. Every time his lips captured your bundle of nerves, it felt like he was trying to suck the soul out of you. He had brought you to the edge for the third time, only to slow down. Tears threatened to spill as you begged and pleaded. At this point, you were no longer begging him to come on his talented tongue. You just wanted him to wrap your legs around his waist and pound you into an earth-shattering orgasm. Twice, you had tried pulling his head away, pressing him to fuck you. Both times, Rio denied you and went right back to eating. His greedy mouth slurped at your juices, “Mm-mm, mama. Daddy’s still hungry.”

His tongue grazed your clit, causing your body to shiver with force. You cried out, “Rio, please! You have to let me come. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears trailed down your cheeks, tugging at his heart a bit. He kissed your nub once more before he pulled up from between your legs. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped at the remnants of your tears. Pecking your lips, his hands cradled your face. “I’m sorry, mama. Shh, I know, baby. I know. Breathe for me, catch your breath.”

How could your emotions be all over the place? Yet, every ounce of you still ached for him. Though you were irritated and pissed at the way he edged you. The need to be fucked and orgasm was still the top priority. You could curse him out later. Truthfully, you had done it to yourself. You knew pushing him too far was what brought you here. Patience and understanding had been an option that would have left you well rewarded. Instead, you had opted to try to force his hand.

I’m pregnant, horny, and a bit illogical at the moment. I want what the fuck I want, and I want it now.

Rio’s eyes locked with yours, his orbs still dark but sympathetic at the same time. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he swept hair that blocked your vision. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ma stop fucking with you, mama,” he whispered, stealing a kiss.

Rio shushed your whimpering as his hands trailed back down your body and between your thighs. His fingers brushed your slit, collecting moisture along the way. His fingers slid lower until they reached the destination they were in search of. Two fingers penetrated you as his free hand tweaked your nipple. You sucked in a sharp breath as his digits tapped against that special place in warp speed.

“R-rio. Oh, God,” you mewled. “No, please. I want you inside. I need you inside me, baby. Why won’t you just-.”

His head fell into the crook of your neck as you pleaded. An anguished growl echoed against your throat.

“I can’t right now, mama. I just can’t,” he responded helplessly as his fingers kept slamming into you. “Give it to me, mama. I know you can’t hold it anymore. Come for me, baby girl,” he moaned against your skin.

“But why? Oh! Fuck! Y-yes. God, yes,” you cried, falling over the edge.

“Fuck, mama. My arm’s soaked,” he groaned, breath shallow, as he trailed kisses down your neck. He waited for you to respond, but the only sound he heard was sniffling. Rio pulled back with a quickness, hands cradling your face once more. He kissed you, “What’s wrong, mama? Why are you crying?”

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?”

“Mama. Don’t start. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you? That’s a wild ass question. Please don’t take this wrong, but these hormones got you all messed up. You know better than to ask me such a ludicrous question.”

Your eyes started to water again, and Rio threw his head back, running his hand down his face. Releasing a long sigh, “Don’t start again, mama. You’re all over the place today. One minute, you’re cursing me out, trying to push me away. The next minute, you’re on me. I damn sure can’t keep up with the mood swings today. Now I’m getting pissed all over again because you're questioning my love for you.”

“It’s a simple question, Rio. Something must be wrong since you won’t fuck your wife. It can’t be that bizarre of a question. Just admit it. I’m gaining weight (not to mention I was already plushie before), so you’re not interested.”

“What number mood swing is this?”

“Fuck you, Rio.”

“You’d like that? A fuck. Wouldn’t you?”

“Such a dickish response!”

You stormed away, ignoring his demands not to walk away from him. Upon entering your bedroom, you slammed the door. Climbing under the covers, you snuggled down until you found a comfortable spot. He didn’t immediately follow you upstairs. Sinking back into the couch, he tried to calm his temper.

Rio’s mood/urge was why Y/N hadn’t gotten what she wanted in the first place. He was right back to being as pissed as he was earlier. It was all the more reason to stay where he was until he could calm himself. During the first round of this sexually charged argument, it had taken every fiber in him not to fuck you relentlessly. No matter how bad you both wanted it. He wasn’t comfortable with manhandling you at a time like this.

He tilted his head back against the cushions and chuckled to himself. Looking back over the day, you had been a pain in the ass. However, Rio loved that you were adamant about getting what you desired.

The fact that she thinks there’s a way for me to be gentle and rough in that sort of head space is laughable. I love this crazy ass woman.

He replayed the last of your conversation. Guilt crept in as he remembered how your lip trembled as you fought back tears of frustration and neediness while leaving the room. Thinking the situation over, Rio started to hold himself accountable. He knew what to expect at times like this. If he was being honest, having another baby was mainly his idea. That thought alone had him shaking his head and smirking.

This woman is going to drive me insane. She can’t be serious thinking I’m not attracted to her right now because she’s pregnant. If anything, that makes my dick harder. These kinks, man. Her ass knows I love her any size. Mama knows I love it when she’s stupid thick. Damn, I want to bend her ass over something. Just wait until baby girl or boy gets here. I’m going to remember every single mood swing and attitude. Like that man Miguel once said, that pussy gon’ be mine. Let me check on her mean ass. Remember to remain calm, Rio.

He flipped off all the lights downstairs and made sure everything was locked up tight. It was pitch black in the master suite. Rio entered quietly, not wanting to wake you. The faint sounds of sniffles came from under the covers on your side of the bed. Your husband’s head hung low at the sounds, shaking it side to side in disbelief. Sadness ached deep in his chest. It had never been his intention to make you feel unwanted. He certainly didn’t mean for you to feel unattractive. You had pushed him to that place of uncertainty. Rio didn’t trust himself enough to remain gentle. His anger had been raging off and on for the past two days. It was time for him to set the record straight and make things right.

Self-control, my boy. Self-control. I may not be able to choke her. Let that mouth get to firing off again. I’ma spank this woman. Lord, help me.

He approached your side of the bed, attempting to lower the comforter, but it wouldn’t budge. You grumbled, “Don’t, Christopher. Just get in bed. Let’s get some rest. We can discuss this in the morning.” The fabric of the blankets muffled your voice a bit, but Rio could hear how you fought back tears.

Rio gently rubbed what he believed to be your hip. “Don’t hide from me,” he rasped.

“I’m not. Goodnight, Papa.”

He lowered his head, rubbing soothing circles against your back. He stood there a few moments, trying to find a way to make things better. A thought entered his mind. His head leaned to the side as he gave a quick head nod. Heading to his side of the bed, Rio checked his notifications one last time, setting the ringer to silent. He grabbed an item from the nightstand, setting it to the side. Rio got into bed, sliding closer. The feeling of his chest pressing against your back as he joined you under the covers.

“You still mad at me, Mama,” he questioned, leaving butterfly kisses against your skin. “You gon’ forgive me, hm?”

“Shut up, Rio,” you responded with a giggle and sniffle.

“You know you’re crazy for thinking that bullshit, right? I love you, mama. Don’t you know that you’re my favorite person in this world? I love you for life, woman,” he explained. “I’ll always be attracted to you, no matter what. You’re my heart and world, baby girl.” Rio nibbled at your neck. “Those better be happy sniffles, he teased.

“They are, trust me. Thank you for the reassurance, Papa,” you responded, voice still shaky.

His fingers caressed your thighs, drawing small patterns on your flesh, lips peppering kisses against a bare shoulder back to the soft spot below your ear.

“Papa, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m still wet from earlier,” you whispered, lower lips tingling again.

Rio shushed you as his tongue swept across the column of your neck. “You looked so damn good in those jeans with the heels. You just had to get me hard while I was working. Didn’t you? How am I supposed to focus with images of fucking you against my desk floating through my head?”

“I just wanted to see you, baby.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

His hand slid between soft thighs, swiping at the moisture pooling between your folds.

“Always wet. Forever ready for me. Shit. Give me those lips, ma.”

Both of you tried to take control of the kiss until his fingers pulled away. You huffed, “Not this shit again-Oh! Shit,” you moaned. Not only had he placed his hand back where it was, but you felt a lovely buzzing sensation against your clit. “Yes,” you whispered.

“Been waiting for the right time to break this out. You’ve been rambling on about that damn toy, so I bought you a rose, Mama. How’s that feel?” Unable to speak, you answered with a sweet sigh. Rio’s lips connected to your temple. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed, increasing the speed.

Between his lips and the toy, you hadn’t noticed Rio tugging down his sweatpants. The kiss broke as you mewled. He bit his lip, watching you gasp at the feel of the rose pressed against your nub while his aching erection slid back and forth against your folds. The leaking tip dipped in and out of your spasming channel. The covers kicked down to the foot of the bed as Rio’s hungry gaze drank in the writhing of your bodies. His breathing quickened, listening to your faint moans.

“I think we’re both a bit calmer now. Don’t you agree, Mama,” he questioned, sucking in a breath at the wetness pulling around his tip.

If you had heard him, Rio didn’t wait for a response. He reclaimed your mouth, sinking his thick, veiny rod inside you.

“Got Damn,” you both moaned in unison.

“That’s a good girl. Take it all, Mama. So fucking tight. Grip that shit.”

Burying your head in your pillow, you trembled, moaning repetitively. Rio’s hands sunk into the plushness of your waist. His finger sunk deeper, pressing your behind into his lap. Pumping you slowly, you felt his hips do that circular motion.

“Faster, Daddy. Please go faster.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he answered, pulling your hair and snapping his hips harder. “The settings go higher, baby.” Shifting the rose to its highest voltage, he growled at the screams that bounced around the room.

“T-too much. Fuck!”

“No, ma. You got this. Take that shit. Don’t you want me to make that pussy feel good, yeah? Yes, baby. Oh, shit. Take it, baby. Just let me pound that pretty little flower.”

Every thrust sent you higher. Your fingers dug into Rio’s hand as you thrashed about the bed.

“You keep fucking me like this. I’m not going to last much longer,” you whined.

“You got that. Go on and wet that shit up, mama. Fall apart. Come for, Daddy. I’ll put you back together and break you apart again. Don’t bury your face in the pillow. Let me hear you come loud and clear. Come for me right fucking now,” he demanded, giving your ass a hard smack.”

“Fu-Chris! Baby,” you screamed, body tensing, shaking violently. Kisses danced along your temple. Whimpers continued to fall from your lips, the aftershocks sending waves throughout your body. Rio attempted to center and bring you back down from the high.

“You’re good, mama. I got you. Good job,” he praised.

You couldn’t imagine a better way to end a long day. At least that's what you thought until Rio decided to take it one step further.

“I’m not finished with you yet, baby girl,” he whispered.

Rio slid out of you, laying on his back, while he waited for you to turn toward him. Your face hovered over his. Staring lovingly into his eyes, you spoke softly.

“Tell me what you need, Papa,” you questioned, stroking his jaw.

He reached for your leg, bringing it over his to straddle him. Hands traveled the length of your body, stopping to cup your breast. Through body language alone, the communication was clear. Giving him a gentle nod, lip tucking between your teeth. Rio felt your digits wrap around his length, rising just enough. You slowly slipped his throbbing length into the slick cavern. The two of you moaned in unison.

Rio sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rode him slow and steady. Biting your lip, he encouraged you, “Mm, that's it, mama. You feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, tongue circling it hungrily. Giving it a playful bite pulled a meal from your lungs. Releasing the taut bud, Rio whimpered, “Keep squeezing me. Just like that. Fuck.”

He tugged one of your hands from his shoulder, placing the digits around the column of his throat. He smirked as your eyes widened.

“I can’t choke you, so why don’t we switch shit up? You be me for a change, mama. Be rough with Daddy, yeah?”

A tremble coursed through you at the thought of it.

“It’s your body, mama. You’re in control. Ride me as hard as you can stand it.” He pecked your lips, cooing, “Are you going to ride your daddy nice and hard, hm? This is your dick. Take it, mama,” he insisted, giving your bottom another slap.

Pushing at his chest, you laid him back against the mattress. Your hand tightened around his throat as your hips circled, taking him as deep as possible. Your head fell back as your speed increased.

“Oh,” you cried. “Daddy!”

“Look at me,” he gasped.

Your face floated above his, and you started to bounce erratically. Rio’s face twisted up as he grunted your name. The hold on his throat tightened, causing him to bite his lip harder. You felt his hands spank and grip your cheeks. The two of you entered a lip lock as the headboard banged against the wall. Coming up for air, you felt him twitch inside you.

“Fuck, Mama. I’m about to nut. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want to be filled up? Yeah, I know you do, darlin’. F-fuck! Come with me, mama! Right now!”

You both plummeted over the edge, calling out each other’s name. Trying to keep balance, your hands rested against Rio’s chest. He sat up, pulling you into an embrace. Leaving kisses all over your face, you giggled breathlessly. His arm reached around your waist, guiding you to lie down comfortably.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Stay right here. I got you, mama.”

Rio disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm towel. With the aftercare complete, he quickly got himself together. Making his way to the kitchen, Rio returned with a glass of ice water for you.

“Drink up. You need to replenish, ma.”

“Thank you, Papa. What about you, though?”

“Drank it downstairs, " he responded, cuddling up to you.

“So we’re switching roles now? Is that what we are doing,” you teased.

Rio’s laugh bellowed throughout the room. “Listen, ma. You’re little thirsty ass needed that rough shit. I figured since I’m not doing that right now. You can get your fix if I relinquish a little bit of that power. Temporarily, of course.” He gave your shoulder a playful bite. “You should know I’m keeping tabs for the remainder of this pregnancy.”

“Tabs? What tabs?”

“I’m keeping a mental log of every time you act up. The moment the doctor clears you. That thick ass will be stinging, and you won’t be able to walk straight for a few weeks. Maybe a month,” he shrugged, nonchalance written on his handsome face. His eyes reduced to slits, “Breath play’s about to be a beast for you, mama. Hate it for you.”

“No, you don’t, liar.”

“You said it. Not me,” Rio shrugged.

He felt your fist collide with his arm.

“Aye, chill out now. You know what, let me put this shit in my notes. What is this? That makes at least eight offenses. For the day alone.”

“Whatever. Goodnight, crybaby.”

“Says the woman that’s been crying all night.”

“Don’t piss me off again, Rio. Go to sleep. Keep in mind that you won’t be leaving for work on time. I can tell that I’ll be just as needy in the morning. Have my dick ready.”

“Just admit that you only want me for my body,” he teased.

You kissed your teeth and mugged his forehead.

“Aye! Chill. Where my kisses at?”

Rio pulled your leg over his waist, cradling your bump, and kissed you goodnight.

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cvnt4him · 3 months ago

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Izuku dating a literal insomniac 🫡

Let's see what I can come up with<3

Restless nights are the worst. Being unable to do the one thing you want and need most in the world is making you go crazy. You sigh heavily as you try and force yourself to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed everything catching your attention besides tiredness. It's annoying you deeply.

You completely give up after you see the clock, 12 am. You have things to do tomorrow and you just know you're going to be tired but oh well. Your body doesn't want to cooperate, your mind doesn't want to shut the hell up, it's like nothing wants to do what you need.

You have nothing to do, it's literally midnight the whole world should be asleep. So why can't you get to sleep? The question that you keep asking yourself night after night as you restlessly scroll through social media. Nothing is interesting you long enough, everything is boring and annoying. Gosh this is really starting to piss you off.

The main reason you were trying to even go to sleep at better times was for your boyfriend. You'd told him about how your nights were going and he instantly called it "insomnia". Izuku was nothing more than a heavens sent, he loves having you over and loves sleeping with you! Unfortunately it's not exactly allowed to have the opposite gender in your rooms after hours.

Normally you two would just sneak to one another, however recently aizawa has been doing dorm checks and caught you two in the bed with each other. He barred you two from seeing each other after hours. It was literally like your soul had been ripped out of you. You seem to sleep better under izukus watch, next to him in bed, his body heat warming you comfortably.

Yet now that you don't have it you feel like you're going crazy. You another heavy sigh leaving you, you figure you have no other choice. You'd have to wake your boyfriend. It hurts your heart even just thinking about waking him, you knew he was asleep by now and understood he needed it. You contemplated even texting him but it's like your fingers were moving on their own.

" hey u awake??"

" unfortunately so😞"

" can't sleep? :(("

You sigh again, surprised that he was even awake you thought for sure he'd be asleep.

nope it's getting on my fucking nerves bro

" I'm sorry hon, I wish there was a way I could make you feel better :( "

" I could always try sneaking out!!😼😼"

" so, uhm, no!😓 I don't want you getting in trouble "

" wtf am I supposed to do. Js sit here n look at the fucking ceiling?????"

You groaned angry he wouldn't let you go to him. It's all you wanted and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it to. You just wanted to be in his arms was that so bad????

" wanna call?"

" maybe my voice will help you calm down, yk like out you to sleep or smth?"

Reading that text your anger completely disappeared, literally evaporating at the thought of hearing his voice. You missed him so much.

"yes please!!!!!💕💕"

" you got it ml💗💗"

You rolled on your side and held your phone close to your chest until you heard it ring picking up within an instant. You squealed and giggled into the mic causing him to chuckle, his light voice slightly groggy. Despite him only chuckling you can hear the tiredness within it.

“ hello, my love.”

He spoke lowly slightly whispering with a chuckle laced in his voice, you could hear the smile on his lips. He was just so cute you couldn't help but kick your feet. He gives you such cuteness aggression.

“ hi baby!!! I miss you.”

You say back to him making him hum, he missed you too he didn't even need to say it, you already knew. He exhaled into the mic before yawning, it was just so cute you couldn't help the line of giggles that escaped.

“ you need to get some rest my love, I don't want you to be tired in the morning.”

“ I know but I just can't sleep... I just want to like, hear your voice I guess.”

“ hmm~, what am I gonna do with you, eh?”

His tired voice was undeniably attractive, it made you bite your lip subconsciously. When he hummed into the mic it gave you butterflies, it was just so... Moving.

Silence fell upon the two of you, a comfortable one at that. Hearing his breath wavering, the sound of him inhaling and exhaling did indeed bring you at peace. It was calming in an odd sense, it was almost as if he was really there. You looked at the time, 2 am.. god you couldn't believe 2 hours had already passed.

With a sigh you'd decided to try once more. You'd try to fall asleep, this time having more hope that you could with your boyfriend on the line. You get comfortable, the sound of covers moving and shifting being heard on his end a hum left him again. You could tell he was tired or almost sleep, it made you feel bad. After getting comfortable silence was there again, just the sound of his breathing coming through. You decided to say one last thing before trying again.

“ I love you, zuku. thank you.”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, lying there for a couple of minutes, random things started flooding your mind instantly causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

“ love y’too...”

That snapped you out of your little daze, all the things running through your head instantly vanishing at the sound of his voice all hushed and quiet, his words slurred and smushed together. It was just too adorable. You giggle slightly and close your eyes once more with a smile present on your face.

AN: hope this is good idk I've been feeling down lately like so much is happening I'm just drained. This was kinda rushed but hope it's good<3333

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causenessus · 4 months ago

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happy birthday. | oikawa t.

oikawa x reader (female reader implied, one use of word girlfriend)

written in 2nd person

"i wanna see what makes my life and all the little things, i wanna see the mountains in view and the part when i meet you <3" from when i meet you by hollow bastion

word count: 2.5k words (headcannons & little fic <3)

happy birthday to the boy whose been with me for 4+ years <3 longer than anyone else <3 all sweet toothrotting fluff!! not edited bc i'm really tired goodnight :)

contrary to popular belief, tooru does not hype up his birthday

he never tells anyone it’s coming up and he doesn’t always do something big for his special day

he’s grown a *tiny* bit more mellow since high school, from when he did always make a big deal out of it

fans continue to send in heaps of mail but like the actual day itself, he doesn’t really pay any mind to it

there’s two reasons for this:

now that he has you, he doesn’t care much for others

as long as he gets to spend the day with you, even if no one else wished him a happy birthday or gave him something he’d be happy

second of all, he likes things to be genuine

with popularity has come a lot of shallowness from others, and he’s had to put up many of his own fronts

so he doesn’t want hundreds of people messaging him happy birthday, he only really cares to hear it from his close circle of friends

and it’s no problem if he doesn’t receive a message from one of those friends, he doesn’t expect people to know everything about him (a big change from high school, he’s very proud of it)

it’s just something that he realized after graduating high school. after his last year and the underwhelming end to his high school volleyball career after the spring high playoffs, he realized that life was not all about getting as far as you can on a straight path; sometimes you take turns that diverge you from the main path a little bit, but you still keep moving forward, and sometimes you end up finding something on that little path that makes it all worth it <3 (with age comes wisdom, right?? don’t tell him that, it makes him sound old 🤭)

after all, that’s how he found you <3

at the airport waiting to fly to argentina, he just couldn’t get enough of you, even after spending the entire flight at your side.

and you were just as interested in him

he realized after your first date that he was always meant to be here. he had a restless, adventurous soul that hadn’t been satisfied in japan, and it had been fate to meet you while he was taking the next big step in high life.

and don't mistake his acceptance of where he is in life for laziness, he’s just as hardworking as before if not more, but he’s realized he doesn’t need to aim for perfection

and once he became more lenient on himself, he ironically became the best version of himself he’d ever been

with your support and love easing him through this new mindset and the bad days, he began to win medal after medal <3

you’ve been with him for it all. he wholly believes you were made for him, and he loves you so much

so the only happy birthday he cares to hear is from you

and if other friends wish him a happy birthday? he will thank them. he will say that he appreciates them and he means it, but nothing is as important as you

if you insist that he can’t stay at home with you the whole day and that he should celebrate with some of his friends, he’ll eventually comply

he likes to keep things small. it feels nice to choose to have a quiet day on a date dedicated to him with a small group of people

tooru and you had started the day together in bed. a summer in brazil had seemed appealing to you both; it was the perfect time and place for him to play volleyball on the beach by the sea and you were there to relax and keep him company. he had reconciled with shoyo, who you both had planned to meet for lunch to celebrate the day.

you had decided on the place after receiving input from both of them. tooru had been complaining for days about wanting lemonade, and shoyo had suggested somewhere small, open, and simple as opposed to an overcrowded fancy restaurant. you could easily get that experience just by walking down the hot streets of brazil.

the three of you had spent the afternoon inside a conditioned cafe. it was a cozy place, with lots of greenery and wide window walls to let in lots of sunlight. you had sat there for several hours, people watching and chattering, tooru rubbing circles on your thigh the entire time as shoyo and him recounted their time and experiences in high school and how they had traveled around the world since then.

by around four in the afternoon or so, shoyo had perked up, suggesting that they play volleyball which had riled up tooru, a smirk on his face as he teased the ginger, “oh? you think you can beat me if we play one on one, shrimpy?”

shoyo had grinned back, sitting up proudly and flaunting his sun-bronzed skin. tooru had gotten a little dark, too, but not nearly to the extent that shoyo had.

“you guys have fun sweating and running around in the sun,” you sighed, placing your hand over the one tooru had on your leg, “i’m going to go home.”

when tooru whined you hushed him with a finger to his lip, “you enjoy your time with shoyo. today is about you. i'll still be here when you guys are done playing.”

he gave you a slight pout but you knew you had won him over. he was never one to fight much, especially because he knows you only want the best for him, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he was excited to play against the orange-haired boy sitting across from him.

you had waved the two boys off as you split up after exiting the cafe, stopping by a bakery before running home. little did tooru know, this had been your plan all along and everything was going smoothly so far. shoyo was in on it too and had been assigned the job of distracting tooru while you got home.

tooru woke up with messages from his family, but none of his three closest friends. you’d seen the disappointment in his eyes although he tried to hide it, saying that they’d probably just text him later due to the big time difference between japan and brazil.

but in reality, they hadn’t messaged him because they had just arrived in brazil. they'd come to help you with decorations and to celebrate tooru, of course. you met the three at your door, each of them holding a bag or box with decorations and gifts inside.

“thank you guys for agreeing to do this with me, he’s gonna love it,” you smiled, opening the door and holding it open for the four of them to walk in.

“of course he will, he's gonna let out the most dramatic gasp ever when he sees something set up for him,” hanamaki said with an amused smile, slipping off his shoes.

“he’s gonna love anything, he’s never satisfied,” iwaizumi added with a roll of his eyes. “and he’ll probably complain that none of us texted him.”

“times never change,” mattsun whistled, stepping through the door last. “remember when we surprised him in the gym with the entire team? he wasn’t even happy until makki finally arrvied with the cake like an hour later.”

“you gave me the wrong address, that was not my fault! and he wasn’t happy until i got there because he was waiting for me, not the cake,” makki retorted and the rest of them had laughed.

you had met his old teammates from high school a few times before on visits back to japan, and tooru continued to keep in touch with them while he was overseas. most often, on late nights that neither of you could sleep, he would ramble to you about the national volleyball team iwaizumi had been putting together.

you had also exchanged phone numbers with the three boys after hitting it off with them, which had come in handy for planning this birthday. you all worked quickly to hang up decorations around the foyer and kitchen while the cake you'd bought earlier stayed neat and pretty in the chilled fridge.

all the while, shoyo kept you updated on tooru through texts. they were on the way back to the apartment now after shoyo had insisted on walking with him back home.

“he’s almost here,” you informed, unable to contain the excited smile on your face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket. “everyone ready? iwaizumi, will you get the lights, please?”

you all waited in the dark until you heard their footsteps approaching, the muffled sound of their voices through the wall of the apartment. you lit the candles on the birthday cake, the warm, flickering flames providing the tiniest bit of light in the dark room, illuminating the neatly iced cursive that read out "happy birthday tooru ♡ "

you heard his noise of surprise as the door swung open into the pitch black apartment before you stood up from your hiding spot behind the counter, “happy birthday, my love.”

“y/n? is this why you left early?” he asked, a smile full of love and adoration on his face, looking at the dimly lit cake on the table.

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss before you looked at shoyo and gave him a nod.

the lights came on overhead, making tooru squint at the sudden brightness before he nearly fell forward from a slap to his back.

“happy birthday, man,” mattsun grinned, stepping into his sight before he saw iwaizumi and hanamaki as well.

“you guys?—” he started, frozen in place in surprise at seeing the three boys in his apartment. “you guys came all the way here for me?”

“no," hanamaki replied sarcastically with a shrug before giving tooru a hug, "we just happened to be in the area, you know. i’m thinking of moving to brazil and decided to stop by.

tooru lets out an offended huff at the joke, crossing his arms as hanamaki steps back. “i can’t believe you guys are really here. and even more i can’t believe none of you guys texted me! i thought you all had forgotten, you could have at least sent a message so i wasn’t moping around all day.”

you and iwaizumi both roll your eyes at his dramatic complaint as matsukawa laughs, “aw, did you miss us?”

“and where’s the fun in that, dumbass? we thought a happy birthday in person would mean more to you, anyway,” iwaizumi speaks up, revealing the gift bag he’s been hiding from behind his back.

tooru gasps, practically melting at the sight as he steps closer to his best friend, “well, i guess you guys were right. this means the world to me, thank you so much for coming.” he takes the bag from iwaizumi before pulling him into a tight hug that lasts a few seconds, and says more between the two than hours of talking could. they haven’t seen each other in months, but they’re still just as close as they’ve always been.

“and,” tooru says, turning towards you with a smile, “thank you for setting this all up, y/n.”

the party lasts a few hours, with mellow music playing in the background as the six of you catch up over a few drinks before everyone decides it’s a good time to head out back to their homes, leaving the two of you to collapse into bed.

tooru is hugging you close, face nestled into the top of your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair and draw circles onto his back.

“did you have a good birthday?” you ask him, eyes closed as you both find rest in each other’s arms.

his shoulders relax with a deep sigh as he gives you a small nod, his face rubbing against your shirt.

“anything i can do to make it even better next year?” you talk softly, twirling his brown curls around your finger.

he hums in thought for a second before he peeks up from your chest, innocent brown eyes staring into yours. “more time with you next time,” he answers, mouth still muffled from your shirt.

“what?” you chuckle, rubbing the back of his head, “i was with you nearly the entire day, and we live together. you see me every day.”

“ ‘s not the same,” he whines, nuzzling his face into your body again, “and today didn't count, 'cause i didn’t get any alone time with you.”

you can’t help but smile at his sweet words, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head, “but today is your day, tooru. i want you to see as many friends as you can. because we all care about you, and sometimes you need to be reminded of that, mr. i-don’t-tell-anyone-when-my-birthday-is.”

his grip tightens on the back of your shirt, “yeah, but i don’t need any of that if i have you. you make me feel loved and cared for. your happy birthday is the only one i care about hearing.”

“is that so?’ you reply, returning to raking through his hair.

he gives you another nod before looking up, one of his hands trailing up your back and tangling into the back of your hair, pressing your head down to meet his lips. “mhm,” he hums against your mouth, “all i need is you.”

his lips trail down your jaw and then to your neck, making you laugh as he moves down your sternum before he returns to his original position, holding you close, his face buried into you. “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next year. i’ll make sure everyone texts you happy birthday whether or not they fly across the world and i promise we'll get some alone time, okay?”

he hums in acknowledgment of your words, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “what’re you thinking about?” you ask softly.

“nothing,” he mumbles, “i just feel really happy right now. i have the best girlfriend in the world that cares so much about me and plans out all my birthdays to make me feel loved. and we’re lying in bed right now and i’m just listening to her talk and i feel so comfortable. like next year we could just lie here all day and i’d be the happiest man ever.”

you laugh at his words and he likes the way he can feel it reverberate through your chest because of how close he is. “you’re sweet, tooru. i’ll keep talking until you fall asleep then, okay?”

“mmkay,” he responds happily, moving his legs around under the sheets to hook around yours, intertwining your bodies.

you press another kiss to his head, smiling the entire time, your heart full of love for the man, “and if it really means that much to you to hear it from me, i’ll say it again, too. happy birthday, tooru. and i love you so so much. you’re the best man i could ever have fallen in love with.”

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coconutdays · 1 year ago

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drunk

s. my attempt at a mutual pining ??? slowburn??? with the Honored One, Gojo. obviously there will be other parts hehe

w.c. 3.4k

w. fem! reader , gojo! x reader , fluff! , angst! , slowburn! , ( I think the slowburn is lowk angsty in my opinion) I also didn't really proofread this, did this as my day went. also y/n’a cursed technique is basically like Wanda from marvels abilities, thought it would be cool

You're restless.

The soft bedsheets encircling you do nothing to soothe your itchy skin. there's pillows thrown everywhere across your room in hopes that less pillows mean more sleep. Your legs and arms have been sprawled in different angles and directions to try and cater to your sleep, but it's all useless--your head won't let you get a wink of rest.

Your heart rate rises the moment you feel any sort of sleep try to overcome you. It beats furiously to take away your breath and forces you to jump up for relief before your eyes close for those oh so peaceful hours you yearn for.

It's annoying,

Like satoru gojo.

And there you feel that annoying flutter in your heart again.

This was not how he was supposed to keep you up at night.

no, what--

fuck fuck fuck fuck

You flip onto your stomach, fisting at the bedsheets and screaming into the mattress, your body movement similar to that of a fish out of water.

it came out of nowhere one day, that itch for him.

He had popped up during one of your missions, mid-battle, might you add. He was seated in a tree, watching you do your work, adding witty commentary on the fight every now and then while he mostly talked about his plans for dinner. Whether feta cheese would be healthier than greek yogurt or if squid really tasted different than octopus.

It was offensive to your opponent--a quite special grade curse--that Gojo never deemed it necessary to enter the confines of your shared arena and even further when you started responding back to your white haired friend.

"Why don't you just leave that up to your chef, Satoru."

Unbeknownst to you, you were listening to him not looking, he smirked when the sentence left your mouth.

"Yeah, but I feel like making the decisions over my palette today. Feeling frisky, y'know?"

He always says stuff like that, it's been one of his trademarks for as long as you've known him, but for some reason it had your face heating up as you pulverized your special grade out of existence with one closing of your fist.

You had turned around after the fact, trying your best in those milliseconds to get rid of that random feverish symptoms before he popped up behind you.

Lo and behold, he's right next to you before you can speak again.

He's wearing his uniform, along with his ever so interesting choice of headwear, his blindfold. He towers over you, effortlessly, with his hands in his pockets and that stupid light lipped smile he always has.

You almost want to take a step back when those mere details cause your heart to race. It's extremely off-putting to you when it happens.

"Or should I just tell my chef to go ahead and make that wagyu steak he set aside for me yesterday? It's supposed to taste divine with some wine." He cocks his head to side, smile growing a bit wider.

You give him half-assed eye roll, resorting to flicking his forehead when you respond, "Completely up to you Chosen On-."

He had grabbed you by the wrist of the arm you used to poke at him, lifting up over your head and towards him, pulling you a little to him in the aftermath of the action.

"But that's why I'm asking you." He fake sighs, "I'm asking my friend for advice."

You in return, actually sigh, "If you let go of me, I'll tell you what to eat."

You should've told him to eat-

stop.

why why why why why why why why why

You've known him for so long without this feeling grabbing and pulling at you. It's so bothersome when you're alone, the temptation to reach out to him and send him a text for a singular smidge of interaction with him is debilitating.

And it's a whole other beast when you can interact with him.

The god-strength you pull off to act as if you don't want to hold hands with him and listen to him talk all day is exhausting.

Because it has to fade away soon right?

When you get up after failing to get a satisfactory amount of sleep that morning, there's a text from your anti-melatonin on your phone.

Satoru

you want some croissants?

And before you can even think of a response, your doorbell rings.

Classic.

You run to the door as you hastily put on your robe, the pajamas underneath are not something you'd want him to see you in.

One peek through the peephole and you see his silky white hair standing up, it makes you open the door without hesitance.

"Oh, " He smirks, a brown fancy bag in hand, "who kept you up?"

Gojo is wearing at the moment one of his slutty long sleeves, the ones where his collarbones and shoulders make an appearance, along with those shaded in glasses of his.

This time you actually do give him a good roll of your eyes and chuck the bag out of his grasp, "Nobody. I just didn't sleep well."

He follows behind you as you walk into your apartment and to your dining table.

"That'll explain the eyes. Then why the skimpy pjs?"

You jump up a little, rushing to flatten your robe near your ass.

"How did you see?!"

"I didn't, just a little guess is all."

The urge to kick him in the shins seems more appealing than your everlasting urge to kiss him the moment he blabbers that.

You siphon two plates from your cupboards with a small movement of your hand and set them on the table, all with an annoyed look on your face.

"You can start eating, I'm going to change so my privacy isn't invaded by you again." You huff, stomping all the way to your bedroom.

"Won't start without ya." Satoru chides, leaning back in the chair he was in.

He did, in fact, see your ass peeking out from your robe, the little twirl you did after you took the bag from him lifted the skirt of it up a little. It was just enough to see a bit of lace clinging to your skin. It was a pretty color on you.

But he wanted to save you the embarrassment and stray away from the acknowledgment between the both of you that he's seen you like that, even if it was a smidge of-

You were naked.

Not directly in front of him, no, you'd never do that.

Your door was slightly ajar, but even though it was behind him, the mirror across from him and within his line of sight was all exposing of you.

You were topless, your back completely bare to him as you hauled up your jeans and buttoned them up.

He stopped breathing and felt something get stuck in his throat.

The entirety of skin felt like it was on fire, from his scalp to the pads of his toes. You should have completely closed your door. he can't help but stare until he drags his eyes away from the sight.

He won't even allow himself to touch the thoughts or feelings again, forcing himself to look out the window instead of through the mirror while he waits for you to change.

"What kind of croissants did you get?"

You're walking across the room and starting towards the seat next to him.

"Chocolate and pistachio." He exhales through a smile, as if he'd been thinking of something else before you asked him.

"But you like almond better." You cock your head to the side in curiosity as you start to open the bag. Chocolate and pistachio were only your favorites, and although he could eat them, you knew he loved his almond croissants.

"What can I say, I felt like switching it up today." He leaned forward, clasping his hands together and laying his head on them before he took the croissant you were offering him.

You gulped down the bite you had just taken and proceeded to ask him another question.

"So what brought you to be near my place?"

You wish you could see beyond his glasses when he turns his head to you and shrugs, "Looking for buildings with adequate cursed spirits for my students. Thought I'd pass by and get breakfast with you on my way."

"Yeah thanks for the heads up." You grumble a little, a little smile and a shake of your head following up.

"Wanna come with?" He speaks through a mouthful of croissant

You start to snark a little, "Do my job without any pay? Sounds like-"

"I'll get you lunch from the onigiri place you said was only for special occasions and then dinner at the restaurant you said had entrees pricier than your electricity bill." He smiled

You blinked up at him, it being cute to him a fact that he chose to brush over by waving his card in front of you, "Being the Chosen One has its benefits."

Which is why you found yourself walking through Tokyo with Satoru the entire day.

You'll admit, you wanted to say yes even if there were no financial benefits to it. He was a benefit enough, time with him was, but it wasn't within your best interest of hiding your feelings to say yes without missing a beat.

On the other hand, it hurt a little, to know you'd be spending the entire day with someone who makes your heart flutter and your eyes unable of holding eye contact. It hurt more that you knew the time together with him would strengthen the feelings your heart held for him.

Fuck it though. At least you get to be with him today.

He let you walk a bit in front of him the moment the both of you left the apartment. It was his best bet of keeping his eyes on you, knowing you were there with him in the swarm of people as opposed to the alternative of receiving that reassurance through the warmth of your hand on his. His six eyes do prevent any mishaps either way, but the domesticity of it was calming for him.

But your back was to him.

It gave him flashback thoughts to this morning, your body practically bare to him, the underwear you had on leaving little to the imagination.

He had to force his heart to beat normally.

"Hey Satoru, that building over there has loads of cursed energy. Wanna check it out."

"Yeah." He smiles nonchalantly, making sure his eyes only look at the top of your head and nothing else.

Both of you don't even need to enter the building when you get in front of it. A simple lift of Satoru's shades and he smiles knowingly.

"Now that one's gonna be fun for Makki."

"Yea?"

"Absolutely." He confirms confidently, placing the frames over his eyes again.

After marking down the address of the building, the two of you proceeded to look around for more spots within the city. And not that either of you two knew, but Satoru was scaring off every male within a 20 feet radius during the time spent looking. His eyes were hidden by the specs perched on his nose, but the animosity of an aura he held towards any ogling eyes at you were enough to frighten them off.

He wasn't aware of it, if it weren't any obvious to him after doing it countless other times while hanging out with you. Had he been self aware, he would've muted that part of his feelings too. If any, it gave him more peace. He didn't know it gave him peace, but what he was sure of was that the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up if a guy came up to you.

You, on the other hand, couldn't really notice when you only cared about the guy walking right behind you. All other eyes were white noise to you.

To the eyes of those around you, the both of you looked like any other couple walking around Tokyo together. Satoru was never a step too far behind you and followed you as you walked without never looking back, as if you knew he'd never leave your side as you guided the path.

But you weren't a couple, you were just friends.

The former statement needing a reminder when dinner came around.

Your waiter had just taken down both of your orders at the dimly lit restaurant Satoru had mentioned in the morning. It was on the top floor of a skyscraper and the sun had just set, setting a slightly tense ambience for you--and Satoru, but he couldn't confront that thought for himself. Satoru was very good at remaining neutral for his own benefit.

"Ah and what wine will you and the missus be enjoying tonight?"

"Giacomo Conterno Monfortino please." Gojo smiled politely as he closed his menu and picked up yours to hand it to the waiter.

Right.

It was a simple mistake of an assumption from the waiter, it didn't need the attention of either of you. You had to tell yourself that.

"You like this place so far?" Satoru asks with a cocky smile, leaning forward and resting his head on his palm.

"It's beautiful." You say stifling a small smile, "worth all my hard work today."

For a second, Gojo takes a small second too long to respond to you. He seems stuck in a thought during that time before he acts like he normally does.

"Definitely. I could tell you were about to break out in a sweat when you checked if Zara had any cursed spirits in their clothes after my eyes said otherwise."

"Sometimes flukes happen. I thought you knew that." You raised your hands up in defense, winking at him in the process.

His breath hitched milliseconds within you doing that and he started to say something when-

"And here is your Giacomo Conterno Monfortino."

Your waiter had come around with the wine Gojo ordered, serving it in both of your glasses before leaving the bottle there for the both of you to serve yourselves again if necessary.

You took a sip immediately after the waiter left and gestured the glass at Satoru, "You should take a sip, it's really good. But what were you going to say?"

Satoru leaned back in his seat, making it look as classy as possible considering the status of the restaurant you were in, and cradled the glass to his chest.

"Nothing really. Just banter."

After taking two sips, Gojo didn't care to drink anymore. He called for a glass of water when your dishes came around. It was nothing new to you, he wasn't much of a drinker. Being the strongest meant never saving space for vulnerability and the inhibitions of the drink would subdue his abilities to being low quality.

You, however, had already been two glasses in by the time you had finished your small bowl of soup and started cutting your steak into bite sized pieces.

"Someone's hungry." A teasing voice poked at you

You looked up from your chewing on the steak while cutting up another piece to eat and made eye contact with bright blue irises, lips curving upwards beneath them.

"And drunk."

You sat up straight in your seat, having accidentally been hunched over to devour your food. Unfortunately the quick movement cause your head to spin a little.

You couldn't say you weren't drunk, when in fact you were.

"I didn't think it through when I served myself that second glass." You lightly groaned, looking at the ceiling because looking at the former would make the wine further bring you down. Satoru's eyes would make the dizziness worse and get rid of all your inhibitions.

You had to calm yourself down.

"Why didn't you stop me?" You tried to deadpan at him when you gathered enough courage to face him again.

Tried.

You did deadpan at him, but it felt as if someone dipped your face in flames the moment he kept the eye contact with you.

"I wasn't going to tell you what to do." He shrugged, haughtily putting a bite of his chicken into his mouth.

"Ass." You murmur as you sadly take another bite of your steak.

It didn't take much longer for that second glass of wine to hit you even further. Satoru had asked the waiter for some water for you too after expressing your distress for him not stopping you any sooner, so you weren't going to get any worse--too much. Both of you had been quiet, more so you, the alcohol had made you oddly focus on finishing your dinner, until the waiter brought around the dessert.

It was a shared bowl of some fancy peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream, two spoons on either sides for either of you to take.

"This is huge Toru."

"What?"

"This is huge. I don't know if I'll be able to even eat half. You were right about the steak being too much earlier." You pouted, gathering a spoonful of peach cobbler and ice cream to feed yourself before you looked at Satoru with the biggest doe eyes he's seen from you.

He stares at you while getting his own spoonful.

"I'll help you. And even if we don't finish we could probably ask to take it to go, they probably have small coolers for something like this."

"Yea and then they'll think we're dating or married or something. Like a couple saving it to eat together later."

"Come again?"

You were slouched in your seat, trying your best to keep eating. The alcohol obviously lowering your guard both physically and mentally.

"When the waiter called me missus." Your lips curving downwards

"It doesn't matter if they think we're dating." He reassures, concentrated on swirling around his piece of peach and ice cream too much "It's just to go."

There were no worries in finishing the peach cobbler and ice cream you soon found out. Gojo, although not drunk, ate the dessert as if he was intoxicated. You stared at him throughout all of it, admiring how cute he looked even though he shared the same appearance you did when you stress ate.

The only worry that existed after, was the walk to your apartment. You two were obviously safe, more so you, it was Satoru Gojo walking you home after all, but it didn't mean that the space between you two was.

You hugged his arm to you the moment you felt a slight gust of wind. An action you didn't overanalyze because you weren't really thinking much at all. You knew you had feelings for him, but he didn't and clinging onto his arm because you were cold wouldn't let him know that. At least drunk you was simple enough to think that way. Had sober you been here, she would have flung you away from him.

He hadn't done or said anything to let you know it bothered him the entire walk to your place. He was oddly calm, not to say that he never was, he was always calm, but witty about it. He wasn't being witty right now. He only really spoke to tell you to watch your step when needed and to answer your question on how much time there was left to get to your place.

When you got to your apartment, you easily swiped your key card on the door and unlocked it.

"Thank you, Satoru." You gave him a close lipped smile with sleepy eyes.

"It's what I'm here for." He answers without a thought, shrugging like its second nature to be this nonchalant.

"Yeah?"

The second Satoru looks back to you after letting his eyes wander to your lips, your eyes look different.

"What." He breathes.

You keep looking at him, as if you hadn't heard him. Your only response being your breathing.

He steps forward without knowing, subconsciously trying to close the space between you. It's when he's about to lean into you that you speak up again, taking a step back.

"I think it's time for me to sleep." You bite your lip awkwardly, looking between the wall behind him and his eyes because the thought of enduring his gaze on you for more than two seconds was agonizing.

"Right." He straightens up

"I'll see you later." Your eyes get watery from holding back a small yawn, "Have a good night Satoru."

"Sleep well y/n"

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo slowburn #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo satoru x reader

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monster-disaster · 1 year ago

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[orc] Zorag Iron - 2/3

orc!Zorag Iron x human!Reader - 2/3 Good to know: smut

Summary: Your argument with Zorag takes a sudden turn.

The rain is still heavy and restless. It pours from the dark sky, drumming on the roof of the van. The wipers on the windshield move back and forth without pause. Their clicking is a constant noise in the background, mixing with the songs coming from the radio. None of you pay attention to it. You can barely see the road through the window, and you definitely can't see the name of the streets.

"They will still be open, right?" You ask, glancing at the clock. If they didn't decide to close sooner because of the weather, they should. You only hope you didn't come all this way for nothing. And the orc next to you thinks the same thing. "I hope so," Zorag grunts. "If not, I will find someone to take care of the orders."

"Turn to the left," you are the one who breaks the silence again. "Now, Zorag!" "That's the wrong way." "No, it's not. I have been there before." "Me too," he continues to argue with you, passing the left turn completely. "I know how to drive, Ruby." You roll your eyes. "Of course, you know." His frown deepens. You aren't even sure what he looks like without the wrinkle between his thick brows. "What do you mean by that?" He grunts. "Why can't you listen to me?" You ask him, pulling your arm tighter in front of your chest. "That was the right way." "Or maybe…" Sarcasm drips from each word he says. "Maybe there are several other ways to get to the address."

You know he is right. And you want to pull on his hair because of it.

Soon, you reach your destination, and fortunately, the gates open in front of you immediately. One of the workers shows you where to go, and Zorag parks down in front of a building that looks familiar that you have in the lumberyard. Nobody is outside, but you can hear the others working inside. "Stay here," Zorag grunts. "I will be quick." The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. "I bet." The line of his jaw clenches into a hard line but says nothing. The only reply you get is the hard thud of the door as he pushes it shut.

Zorag is at his wits' end with you. But he always feels like this when you're around. No matter what you do or say, there is a twitch in his stomach that makes him want to spank you and kiss you senseless at the same time. You are bossy and bratty. You always want to tell him what to do and how to do it. You always think you know better, and you are not afraid to tell him that. He has every reason to dislike you, and still. Here he is. Half hard, even after your comment about his quickness. He can't help it, though. The van is small compared to him. You were close to him the whole time, with your sweet scent mixed with the rain. Your shirt clung to your body, showing off the soft swell of your breasts and the gentle slope of your collarbone. Your hair is still a mess even after drying in the warmth of the car.

You sit and watch the men take the planks out of the back. Zorag helps them. The hood over his head hides half of his face, but you can still see the thick tusks between his lips. You can't hear what he says, but the deep rumble of his words reaches your ears and resonate in your core. He seems even bigger next to the humans. He towers over them with his broad shoulders and muscles that make his coat stretch around his arms. You can't help but stare at him the whole time.

When everything is done, the orc sits back in the car and starts the engine with a roar. The end of his dreadlocks is wet, dripping down onto his thighs. The dark jeans he wears soak them up.

"Well," you speak up. The air is heavy and tense between you two. "I'm glad it's done." Zorag just grunts. "Thanks for coming with me," you try again. He nods but says nothing.

The tension doesn't lessen, and you start to worry. Maybe you really pushed him too far? The thought almost feels comical. There is no way Zorag would get mad at you just because of a snarky comment. You two do it all the time. That's the base of your relationship. You are angry at him, he is angry at you, and that's it. Life goes on. At least, that's what you try to tell yourself the whole way back to the lumberyard in your hometown.

You don't try to speak with him anymore, and he doesn't say anything either. Your eyes are on the window, watching the trees passing by through the rain. The forest is dark, and it seems unforgivable. Lush greens surround the mountains in the background. Their tops disappear in the dark clouds. The sky flashes here and there, and thunder shakes through the air.

You can't wait to get home.

When the van stops in the protection of the storage, you can't help but sigh with relief. The day was longer than you anticipated. The sun is ready to disappear behind the trees, and the dark clouds are still thick and loud. Another flash. Another rumble.

For a second, you just stare at the orc when both of you get out of the car. You are leaning against the door while he puts the keys back in their place. He is still tense and quiet. You can see his taut muscles even through the layers of his clothes.

"Zorag?" You break the silence after biting your bottom lip almost to bleeding. He grunts in acknowledgment, and you roll your eyes. "Hey," you sound almost angry. "I'm sorry okay? My comment clearly hit a sore spot, and I apologize for it. I didn't mean it." Apologizing to Zorag is new. You feel awkward, and you just want to be done with it.

And you are clearly doing it wrong.

His body froze for a long second before turning back to you with a low growl. His dark eyes seem even more dangerous than the storm outside. The hoops around his tusks glint under the dim light of the storage.

"Hit a sore spot?" He spits. Oh, oh. "I mean…" you gasp. "I didn't mean it like that. I just… It was too much, and I know that now." Before you know it, he is in front of you. His tall form towers over you, caging you against the car as you press your back to the door some more. "Why are you so upset about it anyway?" You ask him, frowning. When your attempt to apologize takes you nowhere with the orc, you choose another route. You argue. You want to fight because you are familiar with it. You know what to expect from it, and in a strange way, it gives you comfort. So you are almost shocked when, instead of snapping at you, Zorag smirks. And damn, he is really handsome when he does that. The curve of his lips is crooked because of his tusks, but it still stirs something in you. "What?" You snap. "What are you doing?" Tension keeps your back straight against the van. "If you really want to know how long I last in bed, you only have to ask." You scoff. Heat creeps up on your face. Your lips open and close as you try to come up with something. "I don't- I mean- I-" "Don't lie to me, Ruby," he warns you. "Maybe my nose is not as good as the shifters', but I notice everything." His words fan over you as he leans closer to your ear. The ring in his nose feels cold on the warm skin of your neck. Your whole body shakes at his closeness. "What are you doing?" You gasp.

What is he doing, really? Zorag isn't even sure himself. The only thing he knows is that there is no way he will let you go this time. You and his own thoughts drove him crazy the whole way back to the lumberyard.

"Tell me you don't want it," he says. His voice is a low rumble. "Tell me you don't clench your pretty thighs every time we argue. Tell me you don't get excited when we fight." You really want to tell him all those things. They are on the tip of your tongue. Lies. Lies. Lies. "That's what I thought," he hums when you say nothing.

The kiss starts slowly, giving you a chance to say no. Just a brush of his lips across yours. Soft and warm. The loops on his tusks are cold. For a second, you are not even sure if he can kiss you fully because of his teeth, but then he presses his lips against yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, demanding everything you can give him. One of his arms wraps around your torso, pulling you to his body and away from the car. He is devouring you. Cradling your head in his large palm, his thumb caresses the soft spot under your ear. His chest is large and hard under your hands. You burn and ache in his arms. The feeling of his tusks pressing into your skin makes you gasp against his lips. Your mind wanders to how it would feel between your legs.

After a while, he breaks the kiss but doesn't step away from you. His breath is hot against your cheeks. Your lips are swollen, and the throbbing between your legs is in sync with the rapid beating of your heart.

"Well," you gulp. Your nails dig into his coats to keep him close. "You proved nothing." His laugh is booming. The pleasant sound runs through your body. "I really hoped you would say that," he grins with mischief in his dark eyes. His arm falls away from your body after another quick kiss as he lowers himself to his knees. Oh. "Here?" You gasp, looking around even though you know nobody else is here. The door of the storage is open, the rain still pours, and you can barely see the forest surrounding the yard. "Here," he replies. "I don't think this pussy could wait any longer either." Your back falls against the car again. His thick finger brushes over your center through your jeans. Your stomach twitches at the feeling. A breathy gasp leaves your lips when he tugs on your pants and panties until they are thrown down on the floor a few meters away from you. The cold air sends shivers through your body, and your toes curl with anticipation.

Your scent fills Zogar's nostrils to the point the blood in his veins flows and burns with desire. His mouth waters at the pretty sight of your pussy. His palms smooth over the flesh of your thighs, gripping the back of your knees to pull your legs apart until he can see your folds. Wet and aching. One of your hands is on the van behind you as you try to keep your balance while the other is already in his hair. Your grip on his thick locks is almost painful. It fuels his need for you. Zorag leans in, licking over your wetness once, twice, three times before he delves into your pussy. His tongue swirls through your folds, around your clit, and inside your entrance. Your juices coat his taste buds, his lips, and his chin. And all of a sudden, he has no idea how he could live without this anymore. Urging him on, you pull on his hair and grind your burning cunt against his face. You almost ride him, and he is more than happy to be used by you. He licks and teases, grazing his tusk over your clit. "Zorag!" You cry out his name. "Fuck!" His cock is hard as he listens to your moans and groans. His name leaves your lips like a prayer. One of his fingers finds your entrance while his lips close around your clit. Your frantic breathing changes into sobs at the sudden feeling. Pleasure burns your veins, and the coil in your stomach is tight and ready to snap. Zorag pumps in and out of you, curling his finger just the right way to find every spongy spot that makes you scream and beg for more. "Please," you moan. His cock twitches with every sweet word that leaves your lips. "Please, don't stop. Zorag!" He recognizes your orgasm even before you do. Your clit throbs on his tongue, and your walls flutter around his finger as you chase your release. He is the only one who keeps you from falling as your body jumps and shakes with pleasure.

"See?" He grunts, standing up. His arms slide around you to keep you on your legs. His mouth is full of your taste. His deep green skin glints with your wetness. "It's so much better when you stop being so bossy."

You want to hit him.

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zykamiliah · 1 year ago

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what about bingqiu?

this is my response to this post. i didn't want to reply in the same post because it's going to get really long, and i disagree with almost everything, so this way i may avoid the discourse. haha. anyway, i'm gonna try to answer each of op's points.

-why bingqiu are a couple:

♦ because despite everything, they've chosen each other. not because they're soulmates (though mxtx did pull the string of fate thing), but because they genuinely want to spend time together

it's very subtle but they do share some values and similarities: they both repay kindness with kindness and believe that one should pay back those who hurt you twofold/tenfold. furthermore, they are both petty bitches. as @fireandgrimstone pointed out here, they're both busybodies: they get restless if they aren't doing something.

on that note: self-preservation is not a core value they share. sqq is terrible at self-preservation. from the first moment, instead of minding his own business, he risked losing points (which would terminate his account and kill him) just to protect binghe when he was being bullied by ming fan and co. sqq couldn't stand by watching someone being bullied. then during the demon invasion, he was ready to risk his own life to protect all the cqm disciples. he was willing to self-destruct to take out sha hualing.

the thing is that sqq likes to lie about himself and say everything he does is out of self-preservation, but it isn't true.

so, if it wasn't out of self preservation, why did sqq pushed binghe into the endless abyss? yes, it needed to happen, but he didn't do it to save himself. he can't hurt binghe just to protect himself. he did it because he brainwashed himself into believing this was the best for binghe, that binghe needed to in order to become strong and achieve his fate.

(chapter 4: conference)

♦ because they give each other what they need. consistent love, support and understanding was something lbh really needed, and those 2-3 years before the immortal alliance conference did wonders for binghe to allow himself to feel vulnerable and be more in touch with his own feelings. this will get screwed up post-endless abyss but sqq does encourage him in the extras to express his feelings and talk about what he thinks and feels.

now, what lbh gives to sqq may not seem obvious (thank you for the help, luuny!♥), since sqq's layered narration is tricky to deconstruct, but by the end of the novel lbh can get past sqq's tsundere/savin face bullshit. sqq has all his toxic masculinity ideas and internalized homophobia that he keeps dragging everywhere he goes, and his relationship with lbh, who was supposed to be the epitome of masculinity, has allowed him to shed off some of it. but not all. thus, lbh knows when sqq needs to be pushed or coaxed into doing something he already wants to do but thinks he shouldn't want and doesn't know how to justify (sex for example). lbh also gives sqq the whole domestic package: someone to dote on, someone that does the chores and takes care of him, because frankly sqq is good at many things but he fails at self-care.

♦ domesticity and companionship. for bingqiu it wasn't like other couples who were first attracted to each other from one reason or another and from then on the relationship developed. the first period of their relationship is mostly platonic (poor binghe is suffering the teenage hormones), and was based on the easy domesticity and companionship they shared. and honestly that's such a simple yet beautiful kind of love. they genuinely like spending time together, living together, talking to each other. they never get bored of being together or of each other, which brings me to

♦ the obsession. like, it's honestly hilarious how obsessed they are with each other. sy was already obsessed with pidw protagonist bingge, but in svsss he got to love and get obsessed all over again with his own binghe aka bingmei. and from lbh's pov it's more or less the same: he had a complicated relationship with original sqq, which was the start of it all, but the person he loves is not the cold shizun from the past who he needs to prove himself to, but the one that's always trying to protect him, even if it's from himself. in both cases, their relationship started with distance, with the shadow of the other version of each other they'd known before. but what made them fall in love weren't those ghosts from the past, but the person they could see underneath it all: the hardworking boy that just wanted to be loved, and the closeted man who wants to give love and help others and have a purpose and belong to something (binghe understands that sqq would be unhappy if he couldn't visit cqm, qjp and his sect siblings). this relates to the fact that

♦ they understand each other better than anyone else. it takes them time, but that's the point of their journey and by the time we read about their relationship in the extras, we can see that despite everything, they not only understand each other very well but actively try to understand each other better. they already made the mistake of making too many assumptions, and they're not doing that again.

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another point that op got wrong:

off the top of my head an example would be how bingge (he-with-no-shen-yuan) took a harem of beauties so he could control xin mo but bingmei (he-with-shen-yuan) decided to just... cripple people's cultivation (...) what i'm getting at is that binghe was willing to pay other people's lives just so he didn't have to be intimate with anyone except shen yuan.

bingge too was cripping other cultivators to get ride of the excess of demonic qi, it's just that after he captured the three nuns from tianyi overlook they taught him how to achieve the same result using dual cultivation. (thanking @stardust-falling for their notes on this topic!)

(chapter 9: borderlands)

#svsss #zykamiliah-svsss #shen qingqiu #svsss meta #bingqiu #don't underestimate tianyi's sex ed!!!#canonically so good it fixed both bingge's cultivation issues and bingqiu's sex life lol

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dailydegurechaff · 1 year ago

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challenge: hollow knight bug tanya

vessel tanya

my thoughts got long. warning under the read more for Hollow Knight spoilers.

ok listen listen, while i have you i need to implant an idea here

This oversimplifies both character’s motivations and stories a bit but like. do you see what im cooking. the vibes are THERE

like. Being X wants to bring Salaryman to his lowest to see if that suffering will make him a believer. Salaryman's values revolve entirely around his autonomy & free will. so an au where being x reincarnates Salaryman/Tanya into Hallownest as a Vessel, a creature that is meant to have no agency and is generally very doomed

so we'd see HK AU!Tanya (Bugurechaff if you will) trying to survive in this new world, but also slowly learning the lore of this world and what's happened to it. and I think over time, as she discovers who the Radiance is/was, she'd probably realize the similarities between Radiance and Being X and go "Hey wait a damn minute." My thought is she'd have a classic Tanya Misunderstanding Moment and misconstrue the two of them as one entity. Whether this fills her with vengeful rage and she takes it upon herself to destroy the Radiance, thinking Rad is Being X, I'm not sure. I could potentially see it.

some other vague ideas

Tanya's whole shtick is that she wants to achieve a comfortable, safe life where she's free to do whatever she wants. I genuinely believe that after somehow escaping the Birthplace, fighting through the ruins of Hallownest, and eventually coming across the town of Dirtmouth, she'd gladly end her adventure there. Think about it. Dirtmouth is safe, nothing really substantial goes on up there. There's no point for her to go back into the depths if she can just live peacefully there without any problems. There is nothing to stop her from doing this. Like, does she need the Geo to buy a house? No point, the whole town is virtually abandoned, just pick a house and live in it. Elderbug actually says this about Iselda moving in.

I think the point I’m trying to get at here is that if the story will let her, Tanya would probably get complacent. Which means that we'd probably need to find a reason to force her to act if we want her story to go farther than just 'makes it to Dirtmouth, the end' Do you think she'd get bored eventually? What is there to do? As said previously, nothing really goes on there, and there are very few permanent residents.

One way I feel like Tanya could be pushed is in regards to her social motivations. Like. I feel like she needs to be seen as a respected, productive member of society in order to feel fulfilled. I don't think she could get that in Dirtmouth, so the question is: Is this desire enough to overcome her desire for safety?

I think motivating Tanya to get moving and back to exploring (and therefore learning about Hallownest & by extension the Radiance) could be more easily accomplished by giving her companions who drag her outside of her comfort zone. So like. Let's drag more YS characters into HK.

In my head I have the mental image of tiny little vessel Tanya rescuing some other travelers on her way to find a safe place to settle. These travelers being Bug!203rd Battalion (Visha, Weiss, Koenig, Neumann). And she just absolutely destroys whatever was endangering them. And they're so impressed by her they just end up following her like lost puppies.

And like. Vessels can't speak. So she can't just tell them to go away and leave her alone. So she has an entourage now, who at least can help her fight. They also probably tell her about Dirtmouth, and they travel as a group to bring her there.

Maybe after she makes it clear she'd like to live peacefully in Dirtmouth, they end up leaving her. Only to return later when she's gotten restless, new party member in tow (Grantz!), who she helps to train and such.

Also also, Vessels being unable to speak definitely creates problems for both Tanya and the narrative. It has the possibility for hilarity with the good old Tanya Misunderstandings that YS is so good for, but also it creates problems with getting her to interact with people. There would have to be a LOT of charades, characters conveniently bringing up information to her, or conveniently guessing what she's trying to get at, which i feel would be hard to do naturally.

You could perhaps solve this with her meeting someone who can teach her to write or sign? Like Lemm or Quirrel. I think it'd be cute to see Relic Seeker Assistant Tanya with Lemm for a little while. I doubt she'd have an interest in the relics, but he'd probably give her a lot of insight into Hallownest history.

the Type 95 is definitely a charm in this universe. In HK canon, we're told charms are created by a bug's dying wish or something to that effect, so my first thought was that it would be a charm made by HK AU!Schugel's death that Tanya ends up getting her hands on, and then Being X blesses it... But then we also see in HK canon that Leg Eater is able to make his own charms, albeit fragile/easily breakable ones.

so my concept is this: Bug!Schugel creates his own fragile charm. I'm thinking the effect would probably be something revolving around converting infection to usable Soul/Mana (akin to the canon Type 95's Mana fixation thing). So, wandering inventor Schugel, looking for an assistant comes across Dirtmouth! Vessel!Tanya, who's hanging around (probably bored out of her mind and desperately needing to do SOMETHING productive) sees this invention and think it might be useful for the world, happens to have nothing better to do, and gets roped into this. Naturally something goes wrong, and before it fails horribly and disastrously, Being X steps in and blesses the charm. This makes the effect work, but using it also causes the wearer to become more susceptible to mental corruption/infection.

Also, I think that it also needs to become permanently unequippable (Like Void Heart) so Tanya can't get rid of it. Also also, the charm needs to have some insane cheesy name after Being X alters it. Everlasting Blessing. Immortal Prayer. Idk. But it needs to be something Tanya would hate.

I think the Silver Wings Assault Badge could also be a charm. I'm not sure what it's effect might be, but maybe something like the monarch wings, but its powered by Soul. She's an aerial mage. She needs to fly. Also it needs a cheesy charm name too. Fluttering Soul. Wings of Argent. etc. you get what I'm going for.

The Pale King is described a lot as being pure white and gleaming. Vessels, as his offspring, do look a bit similar to him. I think somewhere within this concept, you could have Tanya gain the White Silver nickname based on her appearance. Her mask/head is pale white like PK and when she uses Soul she shines like silver? idk i think it could work. Someone (203rd member perhaps?) sees her fighting and bestows the nickname on her and it gets shortened to just Silver or something

(Before this, since Vessels cant speak so she can't tell anyone what to call her, she gets called "Little One" by Elderbug. She hates it.)

if you couldn't tell, i've thought about this a lot. i invite you all to think about it with me. if you have ideas. please. share them. especially if its about other YS characters and how to fit them into HK universe. also especially if its about how HK characters would interact with her. Is the Knight/Ghost running around in the AU? How do they feel meeting a fellow sibling like this? What about Hornet?

#bonus doodle #ask #kalliblast #hollow knight #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff

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thenightfolknetwork · 10 months ago

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Turning isn't fun for me. I don't know if it's my particular strain of lycanthropy or if it's just me, but it hurts... a lot. It's really inconvenient.

I can feel the full moon deep in my bones. I've heard others describe it like a buzzing energy, a pinch in your center, or ah, I don't know a restlessness, maybe? It's annoying and a pain to deal with, but ultimately, nothing completely life altering. It's not like that for me.

For me, the moon is a constant ache that grows worse as the month advances. I can feel my bones grinding, twisting, and shuffling around. I've had to make a chart on what times of the month certain foods are dangerous for me to eat because the closer I get to the full, the more canine my insides are.

Now, my pack is incredibly supportive in all this. We've gone to doctors, witches, the fae, you name it, to try and find a way to cope. So far, we can't pin what's wrong, but we've found a way to manage my pain to be somewhat tolerable. My pack is not the problem. My problem is Debbie.

Debbie is a wolf shifter. While her change is influenced by the moon, she has conscious control over when she can shift, and by her own admission, it's virtually painless. She is also my only coworker connected to the community.

It was fine for a while. I thought we'd hit it off. As the only two people of the night, we could support each other like no one else in the job could. We'd trade jokes, cover each other's shifts at work when we weren't scheduled the same day, or just talk. I considered her a friend, or maybe more than, and even talked about introducing my pack to her.

The thing is, due to the nature of my condition, I have to take three days off a month. For years, this set up as been fine. Sure, I get a little less time off than everyone, but I love my job, and it's not like i can really go anywhere, so I don't consider it much of a loss.

But last month, my time off was denied. They wouldn't accept it. I asked if there was anything I could do to get it off, another sick note or something, but they said that they had "investigated" my condition and confirmed with someone else in the community that I was overexaggerating my symptoms. They told me they would let me off with a warning because of my track record, but not to make it a habit.

I was crushed. One of the reasons I love my job is because of their leniency. Without it, I would get burnt out and possibly aggravate my condition.

I told Debbie what happened. It was partly to see if she could cover my shift, but also to warn her to be vigilant and protect herself in case something similar happened to her. It turns out, SHE was the one that claimed my symptoms were overexaggerated! This whole time, she thought I was making out my condition as worse than it is. Her packmates don't have my problems, so clearly I'm just trying weasel in some paid time off.

I was so, so angry. I shouldn't have yelled, but my pain, both mind and body, was excruciating, and I couldn't take it anymore. I think I got the point across, though. By the time one of my packmates came to pick me up, she looked absolutely wrecked.

It's been a month and we haven't spoken outside of work related things. I'm currently looking for a new job because even with paid time off, my condition is slowly eating into it. Plus, I have a life outside of my job and would like to spend time with my pack.

But I don't want to leave Debbie on a sour note. I might not trust her like I used to, but she was a friend. With me leaving, She'll be the only person of the night in the job. I feel guilty leaving her by herself.

So, how do I approach this? She broke my trust, but we have too much history for me to feel comfortable leaving without saying anything.

How can I talk to her without getting hurt? Is that even possible anymore?

I'll get to the final part of your question in just a moment, reader. First, I want to address some of the issues you've raised about your workplace.

You say that, because you take three sick days a month, you get less holiday than your co-workers. From this, I am inferring that you are taking these days off as holiday rather than sick leave. Which raises a great many questions about their refusal to grant you leave on the grounds of this so-called “investigation” of your condition.

Your employer is entitled to refuse you leave, but they can only turn down those requests on reasonable grounds, and they cannot refuse to give you your leave entirely. This refusal does not seem to be made on the grounds of any clear business grounds – they haven't cited understaffing as the reason, for example.

In fact, any business concerns they might cite are clearly unsubstantiated. You've been working there for years, with no evidence at all that this time off has affected the business. And if they have no business grounds on which to refuse you, you're entitled to take that time off as you wish.

Instead, your employers have refused you on the grounds of their so-called “investigation” of your health condition, thereby treating your holiday leave as sick leave. If this time off is sick leave, they need to do far more than asking the opinion of some random person of the night. To deny you sick leave, they must conduct a proper investigation into your condition and take the actual medical evidence into account.

There is a wealth of medical evidence that somatic transformation is a radically varied phenomenon, and chronic, painful transformations are well-documented as a real medical concern. This is not to mention the evidence you've accrued over the years of your own efforts to find treatment for your condition.

In short, they have no grounds to refuse you this time off. If you really don't want to leave that place of work, you need to stand your ground and push for the leave you're entitled to. Speak to your manager, and make it clear that you know your rights and are willing to escalate the matter as necessary to see that those rights are respected.

I also strongly recommend you speak to this manager about the obvious lack of professionalism shown by discussing your private medical issues with another employee. As well as being a violation of your privacy, it's also demonstrates an appalling lack of respect for liminal identities and the diversity of experiences within the community.

In short, reader, put the fear of God into them. With any luck, you'll be able to keep your job and your time off, and find the balance you need to manage your condition in a healthy, sustainable way.

As for Debbie, that's really up to you. You say you don't know how to speak to her without getting hurt, but that's not something you can control. There is nothing you can do to ensure she won't say something at best thoughtless, and at worst, actively hurtful. All you can do is brace yourself for the possibility, and plan for how you can look after yourself if she does end up hurting you.

To be frank, however, I'm not sure she deserves it. She's undermined your trust and forsaken any right to your time and energy. Talk to her if you really want to, but I think you'd be well within your rights to draw a line under that relationship and concentrate on relationships that centre respect and mutual care – or at the very least, a modicum of solidarity.

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culxiaa-fn · 1 year ago

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[To the place I cannot reach you]

First years Trio thought on Ramshackle prefect returning to her home world.

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(GN! Reader)

Note: I want to write for all first years, but I don't have any idea for Jack,Epel and Sebek... Maybe i will do part 2 if anything comes to my head. For now please enjoy Ace,Deuce and Grim' parts.

Ace Trappola

When the idea of Kantokusei returns home, at first Ace is... Indifferent. I mean that's the whole point isn't it??? To search a way for this mysterious individual to return to where they belong?

But as the thought lingered in his head it makes Ace a bit unsettled. For Kantokusei to return means Ace will lose one of his safe places.

The more Ace thinks about the possibility the future without this person at least sending him grim's weird sleeping position at least once a day the more it makes Ace annoyed and restless.

Ace is many things, but he is absolutely not selfless, in fact he will gladly be called selfish if that means he can avoid Riddle's wrath or extra duty.

But Ace will never say or voice his desire for Kantokusei to stay on Twisted Wonderland. Because Ace, for some reason managed to forge a strange kind of bond with this particular individual.

Ace also is there when Kantokusei rants the woe of their hearts. Another ridiculous request from Crowley, that one student that keeps bothering them, how magic class is hard without being able to use magic.

About how they miss their home.

It's not unusual for him or other members of their tiny little friend group to be found in the Ramshackle dorm in the morning. That's why Ace saw it.

The bloodshot eyes, the runny nose, the hoarse voice, Ace is not dumb he just dense and decides to not care. But for this person that always pretends that everything is okay. Ace will go along with it.

Ace is selfish, he is stupidly and annoyingly honest, if he doesn't like it, just voice it out loud, that's exactly why he ended up fighting with his dormleader to begin with.

But this time only he will shut his mouth.

This time only he will not declare what is in his heart

After all, he doesn't want to make this inevitable parting more painful than it already is.

"come on, just cry it all out. It's just both of us here."

"huh??? I'm not telling anyone, can't you at least trust me a little??”

"idiot, how long have you been bottling this in?? I will help you pull a prank on Crowley tomorrow if that helps you feel better"

Deuce Spade

When someone asks Deuce since when did him and the prefect become friends, Deuce himself doesn't know.

Is it when the chandelier fell?

Is it when Crowley threatens to dispel them?

Is it when four of them work together to defeat the phantom in the mine?

Or is it on the egg accident ?

Deuce himself doesn't know, but he does know that for some reason they are all suddenly so closed.

But Deuce is aware that the presence of this person has become so normal that the thought of them suddenly parting somewhere that he can't follow makes him suddenly feel lonely.

Deuce is conflicted, on one hand, he wants to help Kantokusei to find a way home. On the other hand, he wants them to stay, somewhere he can reach somewhere he can see them.

Deuce and Ace are somehow well connected. Many of their friends have told him that they are sharing their braincell, so that's why when Ace is giving that look, he knows, he will never ever allow himself to voice this feeling out loud.

Deuce knows if he said it, it will make Kantokusei start to hesitate.

Deuce doesn't want this person that is always confident in their choice, to charge immediately if they think that course of action is right to start hesitating on their choice.

So he will keep this feeling inside, as a return for helping him avoid getting expelled, as a return for helping him free from Azul's contract, as a return for helping him studying.

After all this is what an honour student should do right?

"Kantokusei, I may not be strong and smart in magic like our seniors, but please remember this, i will help you to find your way to return home"

GRIM

Absolutely NO!

If his henchman is not here then who will serve the great Grim???

If his henchman is not here then who will love Grim?

If his henchman is not here then who will keep him warm??

If his henchman goes home does that mean he too has to return to those cold and lonely lives?

Grim doesn't remember much of his life before he met us, the few things he remembers is it's cold, lonely and hungry.

And to be honest he doesn't want to remember it too, after all why would he want to when he is comfortable right now? Who wants to remember sad stuff anyway.

So if they return to their home does that mean he has to return to that life?? Does that mean he will be alone again ?

But Grim is weirdly in sync with Kantokusei's feelings. He knows how anxious they get when Crowley dismisses them when they ask about an update. How restless they become every time Crowley said he didn't find anything yet.

Of course Grim knew how sometimes they cry when it's too much. They sleep on the same bed after all.

Grim felt when they tightened their hugs, how they try to silence their cry, Grim can hear it, he has amazing ears after all.

He will become the most powerful mage so his henchman doesn't want to leave.

Grim: "Kobun i know you can't stay still, so if you want to take a walk just wake me up! You are not allowed to leave on your own!"

[name]: Eh?? Where did this come from??

Grim: JUST LISTEN TO ME! This is an order from your boss!! You are gonna get in trouble if I leave you alone!

[name]: ehhhh~~ but you are the one who always causes trouble.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #writing #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twst ace #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #twst deuce #twst grim #twst ace x reader #twst deuce x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanon

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charliedawn · 6 months ago

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ST LOUIS SEASON 2

PART 1

The MEETING:

Finally.

It was done.

The letters had been sent to the left wing staff. You hoped at least half of the answers would be positive—if you even received any. You enthusiastically waited for the left wing's answer that had always sent an apology for all of your previous requests for meeting. But this time, you had referred to it with the headboard and they had agreed it was best for the two wings met.

So, you were impatiently refreshing your front page to get your hopes up that you wouldn't receive yet another apology email. But then, you were greeted with an email from your left-wing counterpart, and one that didn't start with 'Unfortunately..'.

We will be there.

Signed, Elena Michaelis.

It was a little short. But, they had at least accepted to come, which was a rather remarkable success considering all of your previous answers. You smiled to yourself and wondered how many staff members you would meet. You had told the staff that they could bring some of the patients to enjoy the festivities with you, but so far no answer other than the earlier one.

You told the slashers, expecting them to be happy. And, some were. But, you didn't expect Jack's reaction as he bolted out of his seat at the news and started shaking uncontrollably.

"No..Nonononono. Tell me it's a joke. Tell me they aren't actually coming here."

You knew Jack used to belong to the left-wing and upon arrival, his condition was less than appropriate. He was malnourished and his whole demeanor seemed off. It took weeks to get a reaction out of the slasher. But, you thought it had been the same with both wings before your arrival. And after a few months, he did start eating and indulged himself in some of the few bottles Five put at disposal for the slashers and the staff…He then started smiling and laughing again, which was very encouraging, but the simple mention of the left-wing had him in such a state, you worried.

You tried to reach for him and reassure him, but he refused. He shook your hand off and slowly stepped back, his eyes wide open in obvious disbelief. It was uncanny, him who usually looked so unbothered by everything, was now shaking in fear. It was unusual to see Jack in such a state of panic. You tried to approach him, to offer some form of comfort or reassurance, but he rejected your attempts in an almost primal display of fear.

"Jack, calm down. Everything is going to be alright. They're just coming for a friendly visit. There is no need to worry."

He shook his head and you could see that he was still shaking.

"There’s NOTHING friendly about them. Nothing." He said and he shook his head as he kept stepping back. "No. I won't go back to that hell hole. I won't. I can't..."

He started rambling in a panic.

You frowned and tried to reach for Jack once more, who immediately retreated from your touch and grabbed your arm harshly to yank you against him. There was nothing but pure terror in his eyes as he shouted.

"I WON'T !"

All of the other slashers who had witnessed the strange reaction of Jack were now tense as they saw how he was manhandling you. Your heart sank as you saw the fear in Jack's eyes and heard the desperation in his voice. You could feel the weight of his panic bearing down on you, making it hard to breathe. You tried to reassure him again, but he was beyond reasoning. He continued to shake his head and mutter to himself, unable to calm down.

The slashers around you were growing more and more restless, their muscles tense. None of them had ever seen Jack like this before.

"Easy, Jack..I'm sure it is just a misunderstanding.", you tried to soothe him, but he wouldn't budge and his grip on you only tightened.

"They aren't nice. I can promise you that. I wasn't living the good life with them, that's for damn sure…They're not like you. Heck, I don't think they're even doctors..", he wanted to add something—but his eyes widened as he felt a needle in his arm. He turned around to find Eva there with a small apologetic smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, but you have to keep your distance. We can't have you injure our head nurse.."

He suddenly fell to the ground and you sighed deeply in relief. You knew the left-wing was a lot harsher with it patients, but you had no clue just how much until you'd seen Jack's reaction. After the chaos settled down, you were left with a lingering sense of unease. Jack's behavior had been so unlike him, and yet so completely expected given the circumstances. The thought of what he must have gone through under the care of the left-wing sent shivers down your spine. As you watched over Jack who was now unconscious and recovering from the tranquilizer, you couldn't help but wonder what you had gotten yourself into. It was clear that the meeting with the left-wing would not be a simple social visit.

You looked up at the other patients who seemed as shocked as you and even the Penny Brothers seemed confused.

"He was...terrified.", Penny uttered in a whisper, but his eyes were a dark yellow and he seemed disgusted by the smell than enticed by it. Pennywise then added to explain his brother's disgusted expression.

"Slashers' fear is very different from normal fear. Since they basically thrive in it, they usually never fear anything or anyone...But, he was really and utterly terrified."

You looked back sadly at Jack's sleeping form and gestured for some of the nurses to take care of him. You also asked them to bring him to his room for now and make sure to keep him calm until the meeting was over.

One thing was for sure—you would have to have a serious conversation with the left-wing.

As you watched Jack being taken away by the nurses, you couldn't help but reflect on what the Penny Brothers had just said. It seemed clear that the left-wing had done something to Jack that had traumatised him beyond what anyone should have to experience. You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves. The upcoming meeting wasn't going to be an easy one, but you were determined to get to the heart of the matter. One way or another, you would find out what had happened to Jack and ensure that it never happened again.

That evening:

Finally, no patient was allowed into the room for safety reasons. But, you had Victor to introduce you to the staff members you didn't know. And he didn't lack colorful words to describe them.

"Here comes bitch number 1. Wolfe Schulz. Or, otherwise known as Cerberus. Doggy of the gang who would do anything to satisfy his dark masters. He may sound nice, but will take every opportunity to bring you down."

You remembered him. You had seen him multiple times before with James. He was the head of security of the left wing. Some called him ruthless. He was personally training the guards and you knew that he was not one to be messed with. Victor then moved on to the other gentleman sitting a few feet away, his eyes scanning the crowd with careful attention. You instantly recognised Dr. DesVosges as he seemed to assess the room and the people present with uncanny calmness.

"Bitch number 2. Alexander DesVosges. Big arrogant a**. He beat me in the medical academy in every single subject we used to attend together. He also took the job I wanted. No need to say, him and I do not appreciate each other." Victor's words rang in your ears as you surveyed the room. Dr. DesVosges seemed to exude an air of superiority, and his demeanor made you feel uncomfortable. You knew that he and Victor shared a difficult past, and you wondered if their grievances would affect your attempts to collaborate.

You nodded understandingly before your eyes caught a red-headed woman who was settled next to the bowl of fruits. As far as you knew, only one woman had been accepted in the left wing. The woman who had sent you a message agreeing to the meeting. Victor followed your gaze and let out a snort.

"Good eye. I present to you sexy bitch number 3. Elena Michaelis. Cold and hard as steel. She was recruited fresh out of her medical school and has been a favorite of the headboard since then. She came up with the idea of the chip in the patients’ heads."

You shivered. The chips…An idea that the head board had agreed to after the loss of so many soldiers and members of staff. The chips were implanted in the patients’ brains and the staff whenever feel threatened, could push a button and fry their brain to the point where they were rendered almost vegetative. Slashers couldn’t be killed, but they could be brain fried over and over to the point where their own mind was but mush in their head. You had of course voted against the idea…but the head board had had no choice but to accept to lower casualties.

As Victor described the woman sitting next to the bowl of fruits, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on you. She had a cold and hard demeanour, and her connection to the idea of the brain chips made you feel as if you were in the presence of a very dangerous individual—one not to take lightly.

You had heard rumours about the chips, but now hearing the truth from someone who seemed to have a personal grudge against her made your trepidation grow even stronger. You couldn't help but wonder what other sinister things she might have had a hand in creating.

You plastered a smile on your face and before Victor could escape, you wrapped an arm around him and led him towards the third member of the team. Elena Michaelis had at least replied to your message and if you were to convince her of the unnecessary use of the chips, you could maybe get one of them on your side.

"Wait a minute..What are you doing ?" Victor tried to retrieve his arm, but it was no use. "Let go of me this instant. I don't want to see them. Go and say hi yourself. I don’t do well at socialising !" But he was still forced to come with you as you greeted the only person you hadn’t met yet.

"Mrs. Michaelis ?" You asked and she turned her head towards the both of you as she brought another blackberry to her lips.

"Yes ?" She replied with a polite smile.

Elena Michaelis was as stoic as her name implied. She remained calm and collected, even as Victor tried his best to tear his arm from your grasp. Her soft smile never once left her face though, the expression not reaching her eyes. As you approached her, she took another blackberry and popped it in her mouth.

"Good evening," she greeted politely in response to your welcoming. She seemed to be taking a more laid-back approach than the rest of the staff. As you approached Elena Michaelis and began speaking with her, you noticed her polite demeanor and calmness. However, there was something about her smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, as if it were just a mask hiding her true feelings. You tried your best to maintain a friendly demeanor, despite the tension that seemed to emanate from the red-headed woman. Her casual manners made you feel somewhat at ease, but you couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath her pleasant façade.

"I am so happy you decided to come. My name is Y/N. We emailed to organise this party. We may now talk—nurse to nurse."

She eyed you both and hummed.

"Likewise," Elena said as she returned the smile, her polite demeanour never once wavering throughout the conversation. It was no secret just how intimidating certain members of the left wing staff could be, but so far, Elena was proving to be the exception to the rule.

You sat down in front of her and almost forced Victor to sit down next to you. He took a glass of champagne and did his best not to make eye contact with Elena.

Whereas you smiled and started talking—hoping to find an understanding.

"I have heard that you have just arrived to St Louis Asylum. How do you feel so far ?"

Elena's eyes never left your own throughout the conversation, her expression maintaining the same calm, polite demeanor.

"I find the facility quite fascinating, actually," she replied, her tone polite and formal. "The work being done here is truly groundbreaking in the field of medicine and psychiatry. I have always had a special interest in the study of the mind and its complexities, so being given the opportunity to work at this hospital has certainly been…challenging, but in the best possible sense."

You smiled and nodded.

"I agree. And the patients are interesting in the best way possible."

"Absolutely," Elena agreed with a nod. "Each patient presents with different challenges and issues, but it's an exciting opportunity to gain further understanding and knowledge into the mind, and to develop more effective treatment plans for each individual."

She seemed genuinely passionate about her work, and seemed to have no qualms about the controversial nature of some of the methods the hospital used.

You smiled as you thought that you had maybe found a likeminded soul within the left wing.

"Right ? The slashers are amazing and they have come such a long way. I have been monitoring their progress for months and they are just…incredible."

"Incredible is definitely one way to describe them," Elena agreed with a slight chuckle. "We're working with some truly exceptional individuals here. To see how far they've come is nothing short of inspirational."

She seemed to share the same fondness for the patients as you did. You nodded and your smile widened.

"I agree wholeheartedly."

As you engaged in a conversation with Elena, you couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lit up when discussing the patients at St. Louis Asylum. It was clear that she was just as passionate about her work as you were. You felt a sense of kinship in finding a fellow medical professional who shared your enthusiasm and dedication. Her words only confirmed your feeling that you had just found common ground with the red-headed nurse, and your smile widened in response.

Elena smiled in return, seeming to genuinely enjoy the conversation. Her mannerisms were still polite, still friendly, but her expression seemed to have opened up just slightly.

"Do you have a particular favourite among them, if you don't mind me asking ?" She said, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Me ?" You thought about it before shaking your head. "No. The slashers are like a…big family. I have come to appreciate them all in their own way."

Elena arched an eyebrow at you.

"A family ? Interesting choice of words…"

"A family," you nodded, finding a certain comfort in the idea of thinking of everyone as part of a big unit. Elena raised an eyebrow in curiousity as she considered the choice of words you had used.

"Interesting," she said, the polite expression on her face suddenly taking on a more analytical, thoughtful expression. "You used the word 'family,' but you did not specify the type," she pointed out, before taking a sip from her champagne glass. "Care to elaborate ?"

You took a deep breath as you mulled over her question. The word "family" had slipped from your lips so easily, but now that you thought about it more closely, you realized how truly apt it really was. The slashers were a family - a dysfunctional one, to be sure, but still a family all the same. Each one of them had their own unique strengths and weaknesses, and yet they worked together towards a common goal. They had accepted each other, quirks and all, and had formed a bond that was stronger than anything you had seen before.

"Well," you replied, feeling a sudden spike of tension as your suspicions were confirmed.

Elena was not just polite. Elena was shrewd, and she was intelligent. She was paying close attention to your choice of words, and she was analyzing the information you had given her. Her gaze was still soft and polite, but there was something predatory under the surface, and you suddenly felt a chill run through your veins.

"I meant nothing by it," you said slowly, trying to be as careful as possible with your words.

Elena chuckled before leaning forward.

"No no. Please. We are all…friends here after all. We are all medical staff taking care of our patients. But…the way you described it. That word. 'Family'. It is interesting…"

"It was merely a figure of speech," you said quickly, feeling your heart starting to race slightly as Elena continued to probe, her smile remaining polite and friendly as she studied you. "I simply meant that I consider all the patients at the hospital 'one big family."'

Elena continued to study you for a moment, her expression stoic and expressionless, before nodding slowly.

"I see."

You felt a sudden sense of unease as Elena continued to probe further into your choice of words. Her demeanor and mannerisms were still polite and friendly, but her sharp mind was evident in how she dissected every aspect of your answers. You tried to play it off as a figure of speech, but the way she continued to study you made you feel as if she was sizing you up. You couldn't help but wonder what her intentions behind her seemingly polite questioning were.

You suddenly felt very awkward as her eyes were fixed on you and you felt as if she could read your thoughts…You suddenly felt a lot less comfortable and looked at Victor who was looking at his glass of champagne as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

Feeling your heartbeat quicken, you turned to look at Victor, who took another sip from his champagne glass, oblivious as he tried his best to ignore the conversation.

Elena's gaze never once left yours as she continued to study you, silent and stoic, her eyebrows raised as she waited for your response.

"I meant…" You gulped.

Why was she making you so nervous ?

"…I meant that the slashers in the right wing have learnt to live with each other. Friendships formed. Bonds. They are a lot less violent than they used to be…"

"Friendships," she echoed, taking another sip of her champagne. "Bonds. A family..."

You felt a knot form in your stomach as Elena repeated the words "friendships" and "bonds," and the realization that she was carefully analyzing your words made you more nervous than ever. You glanced at Victor, hoping for some support, but he was still staring intently at his champagne glass as if it held the key to the universe.

You cleared your throat nervously and tried to compose yourself, knowing that every word you said was being carefully scrutinized by the sharp eyes of the red-headed woman. Elena paused for a moment, her expression still friendly and polite, but her words carried an undercurrent of suspicion. The tone of her voice had changed abruptly, and her eyes were no longer soft but rather sharp as they continued to bore into yours.

"You sound rather...invested."

You smiled.

"Of course. I AM the head nurse of the right wing after all." You tried to sound confident and at ease as you responded to her observation, but couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she saw right through your attempts to hide the truth. Her sudden shift in demeanour and the suspicious undercurrent in her words made you feel vulnerable. You tried to brush off her words with a casual remark about being the head nurse of the right wing, but you couldn't help but feel as if she had already figured out your true feelings.

"Right..." she said slowly, taking another sip from her champagne, her gaze never leaving yours. She seemed to be studying you for a moment, before taking a long, thoughtful pause.

"How often do you spend time with them ?" she finally asked, her tone still polite but carrying a hint of suspicion.

"…I…Hum…Well. Every day. They ARE my patients after all. And ensuring their comfort and safety is of my responsibility."

Elena hummed in response and you were quick to add.

"Our responsibility here—at St Louis—is first and foremost to cure them, isn’t it ?"

"Of course," Elena agreed, her tone still polite as she continued to study you intently. "Curing them is our number one priority. Their comfort and safety is a close second," she said, taking another sip of champagne before pausing for a moment.

"But," she continued, "you do seem to be taking a particular interest in the patients' social lives. Their 'bonds' and 'friendships.' May I ask why ?"

You felt the tension in the air thicken as Elena continued to probe deeper into your involvement with the patients at the asylum. Her polite tone and calm demeanour were just a thinly veiled facade for the shrewd and calculating mind behind it all. You tried to answer her question as best as you could, attempting to deflect her queries by shifting the focus onto your responsibilities and the overall objectives of the facility. However, her astute observations and perceptive nature made it clear that she wasn’t buying your excuses.

"I have come to realise that the slashers seemed to be a lot more aggressive and terrifying when alone. They act as frightened creatures once alone and their first instinct would be to attack all that they deem a threat. But, by building trust and understanding between us and even between themselves I think…I think it might help them."

Elena's eyes seemed to narrow slightly as you spoke, her polite attitude remaining, but her suspicions growing stronger.

"You think that by encouraging friendships and bonds among the slashers, they'll be less aggressive and violent in their behavior ?" she said evenly, the hint of suspicion creeping into her voice. "Do you have any evidence to support that notion ?"

You smiled at her.

"Not yet. But…we have noticed that they have been a lot less violent. I mean…We have cannibals here…who actually changed their eating habits to fit in with the others. The Penny Brothers who are actual aliens and who have lived for thousands and thousands of years are actually not trying to kill anyone. We have had no complaints whatsoever from the members of staff in quite some time and I truly believe that if we continue on with our work then maybe…just maybe…we might be able to rehabilitate them. Could you imagine ? St Louis patients. Rehabilitated. Out there. Living normal lives…"

Elena seemed to be taken aback by the optimism in your tone.

"Rehabilitated," she repeated, her voice tinged with skepticism. "You think that by encouraging friendships among the slashers, they'll be able to be rehabilitated to the point where they can live normal, functional lives outside of St. Louis ?"

You nodded enthusiastically with a big smile.

"It is my theory."

Elena raised an eyebrow at that, the polite smile that had decorated her face slowly fading to be replaced by a look of skepticism and doubt.

"Your theory," she said slowly, "is that by encouraging friendships and bonds among the patients, it will somehow be possible to rehabilitate them to the point where they are able to reintegrate with society?"

You could see the doubt and skepticism in Elena's gaze as she took in your words. You couldn't blame her for her skepticism - it did seem like a far-fetched idea to think that the patients at St. Louis could be rehabilitated enough to ever have a chance at reintegrating into society. But, no matter how unlikely it seemed, you believed in the power of therapy and connection to change lives. And maybe, just maybe, with enough time, it might just work.

You nodded again.

"Indeed. Wouldn’t that be amazing ? Isn’t that what the hospital is all about ? To help the slashers to adapt and fit in into society ? Make them less dangerous for people and allow them outside ?"

Elena continued to watch you for a long moment, still keeping her face carefully neutral even as her suspicions grew. Finally, she spoke again, her voice still cautious and neutral.

"And this is your goal as well ? You seek to rehabilitate the patients into society ?"

You chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I mean…yes ?"

Elena leaned back in her chair, her skepticism clear on her face, but her voice remained polite and casual.

"So," she said, "you are not only seeking to encourage friendships and bonds among the patients, but you are also hoping to rehabilitate them to the point where they can return to normal, functioning lives outside of the hospital ?"

You nodded once more.

"Yes."

Elena kept her gaze on yours for a few moments longer, clearly studying you and analyzing the information you had given her. Finally, she took another sip from her champagne and paused for a moment, her voice still polite but also tinged with caution.

"And you believe that this is possible? That the slashers could be rehabilitated into functional members of society ?"

"I mean I would love to see how far we could go…" You said and looked at Elena in the eyes. "If the left wing could maybe follow the right wing in this mindset then maybe…maybe we could actually help the slashers get better ? Wouldn’t it be fantastic ?"

Elena's expression remained polite and neutral, but you could almost feel a sense of scrutiny and wariness as she listened to your words. She carefully studied your facial expressions, body language, and tone of voice, searching for any hints that you might not have been entirely truthful. Elena continued to regard you with caution as you spoke, her eyes never leaving yours as she thought about the possibility.

"So you not only believe that it is possible," she said, her voice still polite but also carrying a hint of skepticism, "but you want the left wing to also take the same approach in regard to rehabilitating the patients ?"

"I…I mean…" You started and looked down at your fidgeting hands before continuing. "…I have heard of your…methods. With the patients in the left wing. And I just…I think that the best path would be to maybe use compassion and understanding instead of…the old methods."

As you mentioned her methods, you could see a flicker of something in her eyes, though you couldn't quite place what it was - surprise, anger, irritation…you weren't sure. But her composure was impeccable, and her voice was as even as ever as she spoke.

Elena took a leisurely sip of her champagne before speaking, her tone even but with an undercurrent of warning.

"Compassion and understanding, you say?"

Elena continued to study you closely as you spoke, her polite and calm expression slowly fading in favor of a look of suspicion.

"Compassion and understanding," she repeated, "instead of the old methods."

She paused again, seeming to consider your words for a moment, before she asked a question.

"Are you questioning our methods, Nurse Y/N ?"

Your eyes widened as you took a moment to reflect upon your next words carefully.

"I will be honest with you, Mrs Michaelis. We have been receiving very worrying accounts from one of your former patients. Jack Torrance. He told us of your…methods. He told us you used to torture him and taking very drastic measures against any sort of…resistance."

There was a brief moment of silence as your words hung in the air. Elena's face darkened slightly at the mention of Jack Torrance's name, and for the first time since the conversation began, her polite facade crumbled slightly, revealing a flash of her cold, calculating personality.

"Mr Torrance, you say," she finally spoke, her tone cold and laced with contempt. "That drunken, abusive man that attacked his own wife and child, you say?"

You hesitated.

"He seemed…terrified. And slashers are not easily frightened."

"I see," Elena said, her voice still laced with caution. She took another sip from her champagne glass, her eyes remaining fixed on yours, studying you, analyzing every detail.

Elena's gaze never wavered as she continued to analyze you intently, her eyes scanning every inch of your face and body language. She seemed to be deep in thought, her mind racing as she considered your words.

Finally, she spoke.

"You truly believe that our methods are too harsh, don't you ? That the left wing should adopt the same approach as the right wing, with your fancy talks of compassion and understanding."

You clenched your teeth and Victor noticed. He sighed before finally taking part in the discussion.

"When Jack Torrance was admitted in the right wing…It took days for him to speak. He was in a state of shock and panic that allows us to ask questions about the way the left wing has been handling the patients under their care…Elena." He stared straight at her.

Elena's expression flickered slightly as she looked at Victor, but she quickly regained her composure, her eyes narrowing slightly as she carefully considered his words.

"Mr Torrance was a danger to himself and others," she responded calmly. "He was violent, erratic, and unpredictable. Our methods were necessary to ensure the safety and well-being of both the staff and the other patients."

You hummed.

"Maybe so…but the other slashers are just as dangerous. But the way he described the way you used to treat him…He talked about electric shock and constant pain. You could understand why we wish for him to remain under OUR care…right ?"

Elena chuckled softly and shook her head, a slight smile spreading across her face.

"Jack Torrance had to be restrained for his own good," she said calmly, her voice still polite and friendly but with a hint of steel to it. "When dealing with the most violent of slashers, sometimes...drastic measures are necessary."

You frowned.

"Drastic measures…Do those drastic actions require the patient to remain in constant fear and pain ?"

Elena nodded.

"Draconian, but effective. Sometimes, the best way to deal with the most virulent of the slashers is by instilling a sense of fear and pain. Otherwise, they will continue to resist and continue to be a danger to both themselves and others."

She paused for a moment, her eyes still studying you closely.

"It is not pleasant, but it is a necessary reality."

Your eyes widened at Elena's words, her tone was so casual and matter-of-fact that it sent chills down your spine. It was clear that she saw things in a much different way than you or Victor did.

Victor's expression hardened as he spoke, his voice firm and determined.

"Our patients in the right wing are not kept in constant fear and pain," he said, staring straight at Elena. "We believe in building trust and understanding with them, not through fear and violence."

Elena's eyes flashed when he said those words.

"And let me guess, they are all friends and family now, are they ?" she said with a condescending tone. "Singing Kumbaya and holding hands with each other, holding group therapy sessions and playing games."

You suddenly stood up and glared at Elena.

"The slashers are PEOPLE. And I believe there is this little trivial thing called HUMAN RIGHTS that still applies to them and our mighty fine establishment !"

Elena's eyes widened as you stood up and glared at her. She was taken aback by your aggressive outburst and your sudden shift in tone. But, almost as quickly as her expression changed, it was back to her polite façade.

"Human rights…" she repeated, scoffing to herself. "How naive. Do you truly think we can apply such…conventional principles to these monsters ?"

Your face twitched at the word 'monsters'.

"Patients. I believe the right word is patients." You corrected her. Elena rolled her eyes as you did.

"Right. 'Patients'. Very well then. Let me rephrase. You truly believe that we can apply such conventional principles to these murderers, rapists, and cannibals ?"

She crossed her arms across her chest, her polite mask slipping slightly as she stared at you with a look of disdain.

You felt anger rise within you at her condescending tone and were about to answer when Alexander DesVosges—the head of the left wing—arrived at the table and sat down next to Elena. He gave both you and Victor a tight-lipped smile before looking at Elena.

"Is everything alright here, Elena ?"

Elena's expression immediately softened as she looked at Alexander and smiled politely.

" Yes, everything's fine," she said, her tone almost cheerful. "We were just engaging in an interesting conversation, weren't we, Y/N ?"

She looked at you expectantly, raising an eyebrow and waiting for your response.

You hesitantly nodded, your anger slowly simmering down under the weight of Elena's polite, yet authoritative gaze.

"Yes," you replied, "just a discussion on our methods of treating the slashers. Nothing too serious."

Your voice held a hint of caution, as you carefully chose your words, aware that any further outburst wouldn't be well received.

Alexander smiled.

"I see. And you had questions about our methods, yes ?"

Elena nodded slowly, her smile growing wider.

"Precisely. Y/N was curious about how we handle our patients in the left wing. I was explaining how we find our methods not only effective but also necessary."

She looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response. You forced a smile, trying to remain calm and composed in front of Alexander and Elena.

Alexander smiled at Elena.

"Alright then. Thank you, Elena. I will take it from here. Why don’t you let me handle those two charming individuals. You must be hungry. And the appetisers are simply to die for…"

"I am indeed hungry," Elena said with a polite smile, setting down her champagne glass.

She rose gracefully from her chair, and with a nod to Alexander DesVosges, she left the table, disappearing silently into the crowd.

Once she was out of sight, Alexander turned to look at you and Victor, his polite smile still plastered on his face.

As Elena left the table, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. The polite smile on Alexander's face never wavered as he turned his attention to you and Victor, his expression unreadable.

"So," he said, breaking the tense silence, "Elena tells me you were inquiring about our methods with the slashers in the left wing ?"

You nodded slowly, your gaze fixed on Alexander.

"Yes, that's correct," you said slowly. "We were wondering about the methods used in the left wing to rehabilitate the slashers, and our previous attempts to have that matter discussed with Elena didn't yield the most satisfactory results."

Alexander chuckled.

"Such a sweet woman. We are oh so grateful to have her on our team. She keeps us on our toes."

You nodded carefully.

"I'm sure she is a valuable member of the team."

A pause.

"But to be blunt, we have received accounts of some…rather unsavory methods used in the left wing to rehabilitate slashers. We have heard stories about electric shock, psychological torture, even lobotomies in some cases. Are these rumors true?"

Alexander's polite smile never faltered as he listened to your question, but you could see the hint of a smirk on his face.

"Ah, the rumors," he said, chuckling softly to himself. "Isn't it funny how such tales are bound to circulate within these walls ?"

He leaned back in his chair, his demeanor still calm and composed.

"But let me clarify. While some of the methods used in the left wing may seem…extreme to the untrained eye, they are necessary tools in our efforts to rehabilitate our patients. Every case is unique, and sometimes extreme measures are required."

Alexander’s smile didn’t falter—even though there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"…We are not dealing with normal patients, Mrs Y/N. But slashers. Individuals that only respond to pain or violence…"

You hesitated for a moment, thinking about Alexander's response.

"I understand that. Believe me. I know that dealing with the slashers is not an easy task."

A pause.

"But, the methods you use in the left wing, are they really necessary? Are they really conducive to rehabilitation?"

Alexander's smile widened slightly.

"Necessary, yes. Conducive…sometimes. Not all the patients respond to our methods in the same way."

He took a sip of his champagne, swirling the golden liquid in his glass.

"But let me ask you something, Y/N. What would you do with these monsters if you were in my shoes ? How would you deal with them ? With kindness and understanding ?"

You responded with a smile of your own.

"Did you forget that I also have slashers as patients, Dr. DesVosges ?"

Alexander's eyes gleamed as he noticed your subtle shift in attitude. A faint smile played on his lips as he continued to stare at you with that same cold, calculating gaze.

"Of course not," he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Forgive me for such an assumption. I am well aware of your work in the right wing. And how are those little monsters holding up ? Are they adapting well ?"

You remained smiling as you answered.

"They are just fine. A lively bunch. And so far, no casualties for more than two years after we started treating them like human beings instead of 'monsters' as you like to call them…Funny how a little bit of understanding and compassion can go a long way, huh ?"

Alexander's polite smile began to crumble slightly at your response, but he quickly composed himself, masking his frustration behind a veneer of calmness.

"How sweet," he said, his voice laced with a hint of contempt. "I'm glad to hear they're doing well. It's always endearing to see someone try to find humanity in those creatures."

You leaned forward to look deep into Dr. DesVosges’ eyes.

"I’ve got eyes to decipher human beings from monsters, sir."

Alexander's polite smile finally cracked, and for the first time, a hint of a scowl appeared on his face. He met your gaze straight on, his eyes hardening as he spoke.

"Is that so ?" he said, his voice filled with barely suppressed disdain. "Then perhaps you should take a closer look at yourself, my dear. We are all monsters in our own way, whether you choose to accept it or not."

You smirked.

"And what side is winning on the left wing’ team I wonder ?"

A flicker of anger flitted across Alexander's face at your brazen remark, but he quickly regained his composure, forcing another polite smile onto his lips.

"Let's not resort to such childish comparisons," he said firmly. "We are all on the same side here, aren't we ? Both wings are striving for the same goal - the rehabilitation of these slashers."

You leaned back in your chair.

"Of course…And that is why I am asking questions instead of taking things to the headboard directly."

Alexander's expression remained neutral, but you could sense the tension in the air growing thicker.

"I can see that," he said calmly, "and I appreciate your…restraint."

He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke again.

"But let me ask you this, Y/N… Do you truly believe your methods are superior ? That the mere act of understanding and compassion is enough to change the hearts of these monsters ?"

Your smile didn’t falter.

"I am sorry…do I look hesitant or worried at the moment, sir ? I wouldn’t want to give you any doubt about my confidence in my work."

Alexander's eyes hardened further, his patience clearly beginning to wane. He leaned forward in his chair, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Confidence is good, Y/N. But arrogance…now that is not a trait I value."

He leaned back in his chair again, taking a sip of his champagne before continuing.

"Let me give you a piece of advice. Sometimes, compassion and understanding are nothing but illusions. And monsters…well, they are never truly tame, are they ?"

You hummed.

"The slashers are extremely lonely individuals. They hunt and eat alone. But, give them a reason to care ? A family ? See how fast they can change…"

Alexander's gaze darkened slightly as you spoke, his patience now all but gone.

"You're deluded if you think that all these creatures crave is a family," he said with a scoff. "Not all of them care about such…trivial things. And even if they do, it's likely just another manipulative tactic to trick you into letting your guard down with them. I guarantee you, Y/N, that if these slashers had a chance…they would rip you limb from limb without even blinking."

You grinned.

"And yet, they saved me more than once."

Alexander's expression darkened further at your statement, his eyes narrowing, a flicker of anger flickering across his face.

"Lucky you," he muttered, his voice tinged with skepticism and contempt. "The slashers you've encountered must have a strange sense of loyalty. It won't last, I assure you. They are creatures driven by selfishness and violence, and sooner or later, they will turn on you. It's in their nature."

"And I intend to change their nature. How about the slashers you rehabilitated ? Weren’t they worthy of your compassion ?" You asked.

Alexander let out a humorless chuckle, his patience clearly wearing thin.

"Compassion?" he said, his voice laced with disdain. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea what the left wing is all about, do you ? Our methods may seem…harsh to the untrained eye, but we have good reason for using them. We are not just trying to change our patients' nature. We are molding it, shaping it to become something…more manageable. More controllable."

Alexander chuckled.

"Of course. We have had a lot of cases of people being rehabilitated. Including Norman Bates who has actually been our proudest accomplishment since he became an uncle and adopted a child…isn’t that right, Y/N ?" He looked at you—his smile widening. "How is your uncle by the way ? I haven’t heard from him in a while…"

Norman…Bates.

At the mention of his name, a chill ran down your spine, but you managed to keep your composure as your fingers curled around the stem of your champagne flute.

"He's…fine," you muttered, forcing a smile. "He's just busy with work. Haven't seen him much lately…"

Alexander's smile widened further as he heard your response.

"Ah yes," he said, nodding slowly. "Norman has been quite the busy little bee. But I must say, his rehabilitation has been truly impressive. I know he's a very…proud uncle."

Your grip tightened around your champagne flute, your knuckles turning white as you struggled to keep your anger in check. This man…this insufferable, cold-hearted bastard…he was taunting you, using Norman as a means to get under your skin.

Your body tensed up as you glared at Alexander, your eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disgust. But before you could react or say anything, Victor laid a calming hand on your shoulder, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Y/N," he said softly, "don't let him get to you. It's what he wants."

Victor's touch and words instantly calmed you down, but your anger remained simmering underneath the surface. You knew he was right—you couldn't let this snake get under your skin.

You took a deep breath and forced a smile, turning your attention back to Alexander.

"Oh, don't worry," you said, your voice dripping with fake sweetness. "I'm just enjoying the conversation, Dr. DesVosges. And thank you for asking about my uncle. I'll make sure to pass on your regards."

Alexander chuckled again, clearly relishing in this little power struggle.

"Please do," he said, raising his glass to you in mock salute. "I'm sure he misses your charming company."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, taking a sip of your champagne to hide your irritation. It was clear that Alexander took pleasure in seeing you struggle, but you were surprised with what you heard him say next.

"We are very proud of our achievements in the left wing. However," he continued, "we are aware that our methods are…controversial, to say the least. And we are willing to work with you, to cooperate with each other, to learn from each other's experiences to better rehabilitate the slashers as a whole."

A pause.

"After all, we are on the same team. The Left Wing and the Right Wing, working together towards the same goal."

Your mouth nearly dropped open in surprise at Alexander's unexpected offer. Working together? Cooperating? Had hell just frozen over ? After a moment of stunned silence, you managed to compose yourself, meeting Alexander's gaze firmly.

"Is that…so ?" you asked, a hint of skepticism in your voice. "You're willing to work together, to learn from our methods ? Truly ?"

Alexander's smile widened into the most genuine smile you had seen from him all night.

"I am," he said, his voice sincere. "I think it would be a valuable experience for us all. Let's not let our differences stand in the way of our common goal — to rehabilitate these poor souls."

You were taken aback by his sudden change in demeanour and grinned widely before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Of course ! We would be glad if we could share our thoughts and knowledge to help the slashers the best we can…Thank you for considering it."

Maybe…You could reach an agreement ?

Alexander's grip tightened around your hand as he shook it firmly, his demeanor completely different from moments before. His smile widened as you thanked him, clearly pleased to have come to this agreement.

"You're welcome," he said, his voice smooth and gracious. "I think this is the start of a beautiful collaboration. I look forward to working together.”

You were about to answer when—to your utter shock and disbelief—Freddy entered. Freddy Krueger opened the door wide and waltzed in with the biggest shit-eating grin and raised his hands in the air.

"Yo ! Nobody told me there was a party in here !"

The moment their eyes settled on Freddy, all the left wing staff members stopped their conversation. Suddenly, Alexander stepped forward with a twisted smile.

"What are you doing out of your cell, patient 505 ?"

Freddy looked the man up and down disdainfully before shrugging.

"My…cell ? You mean my room ? Sorry. Pennywise has been hibernating there for a while and since he snores, I decided to crash the party. Hope I'm not too late ?" Freddy joked—but none of the staff seemed in the mood. They all stared at Freddy who could feel the awkwardness in the room spread at an incredible rate.

Freddy's sudden entrance caused a palpable sense of unease to fill the room, the staff members of the left wing eyeing him with a mix of shock and suspicion. You could feel the tension in the air growing thicker as Alexander stepped forward, his voice filled with disdain as he asked Freddy what he was doing outside his cell.

Freddy's nonchalance only added to the already uneasy atmosphere, and you could see the anxiety and discomfort in the staff members' faces as they stared at the infamous slasher.

Freddy's entrance had caused an eerie silence to descend over the table. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting in tense silence to hear what would happen next.

He coughed and tried to offer them a smile.

"Wow. I knew you people were a tough crowd, but still.." Freddy's attempt at breaking the ice failed to ease the tension in the room, and the staff members continued to stare at him warily, their gazes filled with distrust and disapproval.

Alexander stepped forward, his voice laced with disdain as he addressed Freddy.

"Patient 505, or should I say Freddy Krueger, this is not a party. This is a private gathering. You have no business being here. Return to your cell immediately.”

Freddy laughed awkwardly.

"Come on, man ! It’s okay. I ain’t here to cause trouble. Am just here cause I smelt pizza…"

The staff members exchanged glances, their suspicions growing stronger at Freddy's admission. The last thing they wanted was for a dangerous slasher to be roaming free among them, especially with the delicate truce in place between the wings.

Alexander sighed heavily, clearly not amused by Freddy's intrusion.

"Patient 505, this is not appropriate. You cannot just waltz into a private gathering without an invitation. Return to your cell immediately or I will have the security force drag you there."

Freddy only let out an exasperated chuckle, his smile slowly fading under Alexander's sharp gaze.

"Learn to loosen up, man. Chill." He then attempted to give Alexander a slight squeeze of his shoulder, but before he could as much as lay a finger on him, Freddy was on the floor. Wolfe had tackled him to the ground and pulled out his gun before pointing it at Freddy's head. He took a shot and some kind of black gooey substance shot out of the gun to cover Freddy's face. He fell backwards and started screaming as the black gooey substance started to invade and obstruct his airways.

Your eyes widened as you witnessed the sudden and brutal attack against Freddy.

Freddy's screams echoed through the room, and for a moment, it felt as though the air itself had become heavy with dread and foreboding.

You saw a look of pure horror and fear cross his face as the black substance entered his airways, obstructing his breathing. You couldn't look away, the whole scene felt like it was happening in slow motion, like time was standing still.

The room fell into a stunned silence as the sound of Freddy's screams echoed off the walls, the atmosphere filled with a sense of disbelief and shock.

You watched in horror as the black, gooey substance filled Freddy's air ways, his body thrashing and convulsing on the ground. The sight was nothing short of nightmarish, and the realization of what was happening set in.

The left wing of the institute had attacked Freddy Krueger without warning or mercy.

"Suffocating shotgun. It allows the patient to stay dead for a long time, since they constantly lack air." Wolfe explained with a proud smile. But, you ignored him and pushed him out of the way to go check on Freddy.

"Mr. Krueger ?! Freddy ?! Are you alright ?!"

Freddy lay motionless on the floor, the black substance that had invaded his airways still covering his face and obstructing his breathing.

There was no trace of movement from him, no sound either, just an eerie and complete silence that made the whole situation even more sinister than it already was.

“Freddy!” you called out, your voice tight with worry as you kneeled down and attempted to remove the black substance covering his face.

After a few minutes, the black substance finally disappeared and Freddy drew breath once more.

"Wh-what…what th-the hell was th-that?" he sputtered out, his voice hoarse from the attack.

As the black substance slowly retreated from Freddy's airways, he gasped for air, his body shaking from the effort. His voice was weak and raspy as he tried to speak.

"That…" Freddy managed to choke out, still trying to catch his breath. "That was the most unpleasant experience of my life. I feel like I just got smothered in a swamp."

You hugged him tightly.

"Thank goodness…"

Freddy coughed and sputtered as he drew in air once again. When he saw you hugging him, he seemed to relax a little.

"Hey, you're not mad at me for crashing the party, are ya…?"

You let out a shaky laugh as you hugged Freddy, feeling immensely relieved that he was okay.

As he coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath, you saw him finally start to relax a little as you held him in your arms.

"No, Freddy. I'm not mad at you," you said, still holding onto him tightly. "But please, try not to crash any more parties uninvited."

Freddy chuckled weakly, his voice still hoarse from the attack.

"Can do, Y/N. No more crashing parties uninvited. Got it."

As you continued to hold onto him, he leaned further against you, his body still shaking from the aftermath of the assault. The room was eerily silent as everyone stared at him, clearly not expecting you to be so caring towards him.

You then glared at Wolfe.

"What the…WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ?! HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON ONE OF MY PATIENTS ?!"

You had spent months getting used to the slashers and their unusual characteristics, you had fought with every fiber in your body to make them feel as if they weren't mad or bad people..And now, they had attacked Freddy for absolutely no reason. He hadn't even made a sex joke yet !

Wolfe's eyes narrowed as he looked at you.

"He was out of his cell without permission," he said coldly, "we cannot afford to take any risks with the slashers."

Wolfe's cold response only fueled your anger even more.

"He wasn't a threat !" you yelled, your voice filled with frustration and indignation. "He was just hungry and looking for some pizza. He wasn't doing anything wrong. You had no right to treat him like that !"

Freddy got to his feet, leaning against you for support as he regained his bearings. Even though he was still weak and shaky, Freddy managed to summon up enough strength to sass back at Wolfe.

"Hey, dickhead," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I was just sayin’ hi, not planning to unleash a fuckin’ zombie apocalypse."

Wolfe ignored Freddy’s response, instead turning his attention back to you.

"Nurse Y/N, you need to understand the dangers these slashers pose," he said, his voice firm and resolute. "We can’t let them wander around freely."

You frowned.

"You shot him with a suffocating shotgun ! There were so many other ways to deal with a situation like this !"

Wolfe was silent for a moment before speaking again, his tone still cold and callous.

"The safety of the staff and the other patients comes first. He was out without permission, he may have been planning to attack someone. There was no time to take unnecessary chances with someone like him."

"Someone like him ?! Freddy Krueger is a person ! No matter how you view him !" You shouted.

You were now furious with Wolfe's careless attitude and lack of empathy. You couldn't believe that he had attacked Freddy without hesitation, just because he was out of his cell without permission. And now, he wasn't even showing any remorse for what he'd done.

As you continued to argue with Wolfe, Freddy's gaze landed on Alexander, who had been oddly silent throughout the whole ordeal. He had just watched the scene unfold without intervening, his expression betraying no hint of emotion.

Wolfe was about to speak when a sudden and subtle shift in the atmosphere cut him off.

Everyone in the room felt it, as though a sudden chill had entered the air. Alexander, who had been standing silently in the corner, was now standing in the middle of the room.

Alexander's eyes were cold and calm, and his expression was utterly impenetrable.

"Nurse Y/N," Alexander said calmly, "Mr. Schulz was only doing his job."

Your eyes were locked on Alexander as he stepped into the center of the room. Even though you weren't afraid of the man, you felt a sudden chill that crept up your spine and a subtle sense of dread. You felt a rush of anger as you looked at Alexander, his expression cold and unreadable, his tone of voice calm but also full of authority.

"I don't care about that." you said angrily, "What he did was extreme and unnecessary."

"Careful, Nurse Y/N. If I didn’t know any better…I would say you attached yourself to your patients." Alexander said and smiled coldly at you. "It would be a shame to have to report you and your rather curious behaviour towards the patients."

It was a threat. Not even a well-hidden one. Alexander smirked with a malicious gleam in his eyes and you knew by the way he had tightened his hold on your hand that the man was serious. He wouldn't mind breaking a finger and would certainly walk away with it.

"Believe me when I say the headboard will be hearing about this." You seethed.

He huffed a mocking laugh at your threat before leaning forward just enough for you to see him eye to eye. He then whispered.

"Who do you think approved our funding in the first place ? Don't forget, Y/N. You may have the right-wing under your jurisdiction, but we own the left-wing and the many levels underneath us. Admit it. You are far over your head. Now…give us back Jack Torrance."

The tension was palpable in the room and the gap between both staff was never made clearer. You looked up at Dr. Alexander with profound distaste while he seemed to find the most perfect way to show you his utter disdain. You had tried to be empathetic, find common ground, but it seemed it was impossible.

You felt your blood run cold as Alexander leaned in close and whispered his threats, the tension in the room reaching its peak. There was no denying the power and authority he held over the left wing, and the realization that the institute's funding had also been approved by him was unsettling.

But you were not deterred, your determination only growing stronger as he continued to mock you. You stood your ground and glared back at him, refusing to buckle under his intimidation.

"I have no intention of giving you Jack Torrance," you retorted, your voice unyielding.

You couldn't relate to them. And you couldn’t possibly understand their methods.

They didn't even sound like professionals, but simply—and frightfully so—ruthless torturers.

You looked away from Alexander, your heart pounding in your chest.

You felt a chill run through your veins, a wave of coldness courning through your body as you realized the seriousness of the situation.

If you refused to return Jack Torrance, you risked losing everything, all the work you had put into the Right Wing and its patients, your entire career as a nurse.

And yet, you couldn't bring yourself to give up Jack Torrance to the Left Wing; no matter what it cost you.

You clenched your fists tightly, your frustration and determination mingling together as you stood firm against the left wing staff. Your career and reputation were on the line, but you couldn't bear the thought of sending Jack Torrance back to the cold and ruthless hands of the left wing.

With a deep breath, you looked directly into Alexander’s eyes and spoke with conviction.

"You can take my career, you can threaten and intimidate me all you want. But I will not give you Jack Torrance."

The room was silent as your words hung in the air. Alexander looked at you, his expression unreadable, before turning his attention to Wolfe.

"I have had enough of this game. Nurse Y/N is clearly not going to acquiesce. We have to use a more…convincing approach."

Wolfe nodded, his eyes gleaming as he understood what Alexander was implying.

You took a step back, feeling a sense of dread wash over you as you noticed Wolfe's predatory smile. You knew that they were going to use a more persuasive approach, but what exactly that approach was remained a mystery.

As you stood there, waiting for the next move, your mind raced with thoughts of the possible methods the left-wing staff might use to convince you to let them have Jack Torrance.

Suddenly, soldiers came into the room and surrounded you. All festivities stopped and your eyes widened as you realized they never had the intention to talk. They wanted to overtake the hospital.

"Get the slashers in here. There will be a slight change in command." Alexander asked Wolf who smirked and nodded as he started walking away.

"YOU CANNOT DO THIS !", you screamed and Eva held you back.

"Don't. Don't. There's too many of them." Eva said while wrapping her arms around you from behind before dragging you away. She was right. They had the guns and man power. You thought this was a meeting, but it was a plain and simple takeover.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Elena said before pointing her guns at the right wing staff who all raised their hands in surrender. You glared at her as you realised it was all a trap and they had never even considered giving you the chance to talk things out.

As the soldiers surrounded you and your staff, you felt a sense of panic and helplessness wash over you. You couldn't believe that they had planned this all along, that they had never intended to have a peaceful discussion. The realization that it was a hostile takeover made your blood boil, and you tried to lunge at them in anger, but Eva held you back.

As you watched in horror as the left wing staff took control of the hospital, you felt a mixture of anger and disappointment. You had tried so hard to work with them, and they had betrayed you in the worst way possible.

You were outnumbered, and you could hear the soldiers' footsteps echoing throughout the room as they took position around you and your staff.

"What the hell are you doing ?" You shouted, your voice rising in pitch and tension, "you don't have the right to take Jack Torrance by force !"

Alexander stared back at you calmly.

"We have our orders from the board. Hand over Jack Torrance, or else…"

You glared at him.

"YOU CANNOT DO THIS !", you screamed and Eva held you back.

You couldn't sit back and let this happen to Jack Torrance.

"You will not take him by force. Not while I'm still in charge of this wing."

But just as you were about to take another step forward, another soldier stepped forward and grabbed you by the arm, holding you back.

Alexander chuckled and both Wolfe and Elena stood by him as he forced you and your staff on your knees.

"Valiant efforts. But futile. We will find Jack Torrance…No matter where you hid him."

You struggled against the soldier that had grabbed your arm, attempting to pull away from him, but he held you tightly.

Your eyes blazed with anger and defiance as you watched the left-wing staff take control of the room, forcing you and your staff on your knees. You couldn't believe that they had resorted to such extreme measures, all for the sake of getting back Jack Torrance.

"YOU WILL NEVER FIND HIM !" You shouted.

Your staff was also being restrained, their movements restricted by other soldiers as they were pushed to the floor with their hands behind their backs.

You looked up at Alexander, who was now standing in front of you, his eyes cold and emotionless.

"We will find Jack Torrance," he repeated, "no matter where you hid him. And we will make sure he is dealt with accordingly."

You felt the soldier tighten his grip around your arm as you tried once more to free yourself.

Alexander's expression remained unchanged, his voice remained completely void of any emotion.

"You have made a grave mistake, Nurse Y/N. You should have chosen to cooperate with us, to work together. Instead, you chose confrontation. And for that…"

Alexander stepped closer to you, his expression darkening somewhat.

"You are about to face the consequences."

You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as Alexander came closer and leered at you, his eyes cold and unforgiving. You knew exactly what fate he was referring to - the left wing staff would use any means necessary to extract information and find Jack Torrance, even if it meant resorting to torturous methods.

You glared at them.

"If anything happens to me or the left-wing staff…the headboard will cut you off. They won’t forgive you."

Wolfe scoffed at your threat and leered at you with a sadistic grin.

"You really think the headboard is on your side ? They'll be more than happy to replace you and your staff with us. They're sick and tired of your incompetent management. They want results, not compassion and empathy."

You huffed.

"And yet, we are still being sent money and equipment every month. There’s a reason there are TWO wings, Mr. Schmidt."

Wolfe snickered menacingly, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

"You think money and equipment will keep you in power ? Money is nothing compared to the support of the board. They'll replace you with us without a second thought. And don't forget, we're the ones who keep the facility functioning. You and your staff are just a bunch of soft-hearted fools."

You smirked.

"And yet…THEY sent us Jack Torrance."

Wolfe's expression darkened at your words.

"Jack Torrance ? Ha ! What a joke. You may have received him, but that doesn't change the fact that the headboard is backing us. They will never side with you. They need us to deal with these monsters. They don't care about your 'therapy' methods or your 'compassion'. They want results. And we will deliver them. Even if we have to break a few rules along the way. You're nothing but a pesky nuisance, and eventually…we'll get rid of you."

You grinned.

"Oh ! But the code is clear. Staff harming staff would mean risking your own department. You have no right to harm other staff members or killing them…"

Wolfe leaned closer, his expression turning cold and malicious.

"You really believe we would stick to the code when it comes to dealing with disobedient staff ? You're delusional. We have our own methods of handling people like you. You may think you're untouchable, but you're not. The code means nothing to us. The headboard may not explicitly endorse our methods, but they don't stop us either. And when it comes to getting the job done…we don't care about the rules."

Suddenly, Freddy tried to attack him.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER !"

Freddy's outburst was unexpected and explosive. In a flash, he surged forward, attempting to attack Wolfe. But the soldiers reacted quickly, restraining him with an iron grip before he could lay a hand on him.

Wolfe's eyes widened for a moment before he composed himself. He then let out a cold chuckle, looking at Freddy with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Freddy Kruger," he taunted. "Still playing the tough guy, even when you're powerless."

Freddy glared at him.

"You hurt her, and you’ll see why we are called SLASHERS, you fucking piece of shit !"

Wolfe smirked at Freddy's threat.

"Ah, the classic slasher bravado. But let's be real here. You're not in your scary dreams anymore. You're just a mere patient with a talent for sharp objects. We have the authority here, and we won't hesitate to use extreme measures if necessary. So you can keep your threats, Krueger. We're not afraid of you, or your little knives."

Freddy seethed and even though four men were holding him down, he got close enough to whisper.

"I may not be in my dreamworld anymore, but I ain’t the only slasher ready to fuck you up for her, bucko…" Freddy grinned at him. "And believe me…they are worse than me."

Wolfe chuckled sinisterly, unperturbed by Freddy's words.

"Oh, really ? Are you trying to recruit your little slasher friends to come and take me down ? How cute," he said sarcastically. "But let me remind you, we are not afraid. We have the strength and the power to take on anything that comes our way. Your friends are just a bunch of pitiful creatures compared to us. We'll put them down just as easily as we put you down," Wolfe challenged.

Freddy’s grin widened when screams were heard from the corridor and blood suddenly splashed the door where they were. One of the soldiers came in—missing an arm.

"Th-They’re coming !"

The room fell silent as the severed arm hit the door. Panic and confusion spread as the soldier stumbled in, frantically shouting about the slashers coming.

Wolfe's expression hardened.

"What the hell is going on ?! What do you mean they're coming ?! Get a hold of yourself and answer !" he barked at the injured soldier.

The soldiers was about to answer when a hand suddenly went through him and ripped out his heart. The soldier fell to his knees and Pennywise appeared behind him.

He smirked before eating the heart in one bite.

"So…Who dared to wake me up from my nap, huh ?"

The sight of Pennywise tearing out the soldier's heart and devouring it shook everyone to the core. The once confident and threatening atmosphere shattered, replaced by pure terror. Even the most ruthless left-wing staff was momentarily stunned into silence.

Wolfe's eyes widened.

"What the hell is that thing ?! Shoot it ! Shoot it now !" he ordered frantically.

The soldiers obeyed, firing shots at Pennywise. But the eldritch clown merely scoffed as the bullets harmlessly bounced off him. Suddenly, Pennywise’s eyes glowed with a maniacal gleam as he lunged towards them.

The soldiers scattered, attempting to avoid Pennywise, but he was a blur of movement, taking out the soldiers one by one with his claws or teeth. Wolfe, who had always been confident in his own power, was now visibly frightened by the sudden turn of events.

As Pennywise finished off the last of the soldiers, he turned his attention to the stunned staff members. With a cold chuckle, he walked over to Wolfe and grabbed him by the shirt.

"Well hello there, are you the one in charge ?" Pennywise asked with a smirk. Wolfe was about to answer, but he realised that Elena and Dr. DesVosges had fled after the attack.

"I…I…" He tried to speak, but failed.

Pennywise tut-tut-ed teasingly at Wolfe's inability to speak. "Oh dear, looks like you can't find the words," he mocked, "I wonder where your little friends went…Did they abandon you ?"

Pennywise's expression darkened as he tightened his grip on Wolfe's shirt and opened his mouth wide to eat off his head.

Suddenly, you stood up and approached Pennywise.

"Enough, Pennywise."

Pennywise's attention shifted to you as you approached him. There was a flicker of curiosity in his pale blue eyes as he regarded you.

"Ah, Nurse Y/N, a familiar face indeed," he acknowledged, his voice filled with an eerie calmness. "But you seem to be forgetting your place, addressing me in such a manner."

Pennywise's smile turned cold as he let go of Wolfe and turned fully towards you. You faced Pennywise and didn’t hesitate before kneeling before him.

"Not at all. I know your power. And I know they woke you up from your nap. But they didn’t realise who they were dealing with. Please. Forgive them."

Pennywise raised an eyebrow at your sudden show of submission. He studied you for a few moments, gauging the sincerity in her words.

After a pause, he chuckled softly.

"Forgiveness…now that's an interesting concept, coming from a nurse. But I suppose I can be merciful," he mused, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "I shall spare them, for now. However, let this be a warning. They should not underestimate my power or wake me from my slumber again. The next time will not end so pleasantly for them."

You smiled before looking up at him.

"I understand. Thank you, Pennywise."

Pennywise nodded, his expression softening ever so slightly.

"Rise, nurse," he said, gesturing for you to stand up. "You have shown me respect, and for that, I shall spare you as well. But remember, my mercy has its limits. Do not push me. I shall take my leave now."

With that, Pennywise turned and faded into the shadows, disappearing from sight just as suddenly as he had appeared. You smiled as you saw Pennywise disappear and Freddy grinned widely.

"THAT WAS MY BEST FRIEND ! AH ! TAKE THAT, SUCKERS !"

You smiled before looking at the right-wing staff.

"Alright. Let’s get back to work, people. You have one hour to wash yourselves and get ready. Have a good day."

The right-wing staff exchanged nervous glances, still shaken by the ordeal with Pennywise. But your firm orders snapped them back to reality. They quickly dispersed to clean themselves up and prepare for the rest of their shift. Some muttered prayers of thanks under their breath, grateful you had been able to appease the slasher.

You smiled before looking back at Wolfe who was on the floor—his eyes wide open. He was clearly still in shock and she sighed.

"Well ? What are you still doing here ? Go back to the left-wing. And do tell them that you—still being alive—is a gift. I still hope for both our wings to work together. But, if you EVER attempt to attack my wing or take over ? I will be sure to send Pennywise finish the work…Got it ?"

Wolfe nodded his head quickly, his eyes still wide with shock and fear. He picked himself up, stumbling over his words.

"Y-Yes, of course…I-I understand. Never a-again." With that, he turned and fled the room, practically racing down the corridor to get back to the left-wing as fast as possible.

You stood there for a moment longer, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You knew that the events of that day had shaken everyone to the core. But even so, you couldn't help but smile. The bond between the right-wing staff was stronger than ever. Even if Wolfe and the left-wing staff were plotting against you, you knew the left-wing would always be there to protect their patients…no matter the cost.

#st louis #fanfic #fandoms #imagine #pennywise 1990 #slashers #freddy krueger #jack torrance

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A Better Late Than Never Look at "Knuckles"

Note: I get pretty casual with spoilers as I go.

So after consuming 5 out of 6 episodes of the Knuckles show when it was new, and then waiting two weeks (I was busy with other things!) to watch the finale, I think I'm finally in a place where I can talk about how I felt about it.

From the earliest adopters, I'd heard that this show was trash. Some went so far as to call it one of the worst things in the Sonic franchise, period.

It's not the worst thing in the Sonic franchise. I don't even necessarily think it's bad. But I would also struggle to call it good. It's... a little more nuanced than that.

The story brings us back to Knuckles the Echidna in the weeks following the end of the second Sonic the Hedgehog movie. Having helped in the defeat of Doctor Robotnik, Knuckles finds himself restless. He's a big mish-mash of different barbarian, viking, and warrior stereotypes, and he can no longer quench his thirst for combat, something that's starting to drive his friends crazy.

Knuckles convenes with the spirits of his ancestors (Pachacamac, played by Christopher Lloyd) and learns he must take on an understudy and train them in the ways of the warrior, much like his father did with him. However, we also learn that Knuckles is now the last of his kind (something the movies never elaborated on, I don't think) and thus his understudy has to be someone from outside his species.

Pachacamac tells Knuckles to seek out Wade Whipple, the dopey deputy of Green Hills, Montana, and educate him in the ways of the ancient Echidna warriors. Wade recently lost a bowling tournament to a particularly snarky 8 year old girl scout, and so Knuckles and Wade go on a road trip to the National Bowling Stadium in Reno, Nevada so that Wade can reclaim his title, conquer his battleground, and become a true warrior.

Right away, there's a lot wrong with the Knuckles series, and most of it happens in the first three episodes.

Though we should be used to it by now, how fast and loose the movies play with Sonic game lore is pretty annoying. In the years since that second Sonic movie, we've seen the release of the Super Mario Bros. movie, and while that's not exactly a perfect movie in itself, it is maybe one of the most faithful and respectful game adaptations ever released.

The Knuckles series building a twisted Frankenstein of Sonic game lore now feels increasingly frustrating by comparison, especially as it rewrites the movie's own history in order to borrow from the more story-heavy games. The first Sonic movie shows us a whole tribe of Echidna warriors trying to capture a young toddler Sonic for unknown reasons. Though it's been almost two years since the last time I saw it, when Knuckles is introduced in the second movie, I don't think it's ever mentioned he's the last of his kind. We just know he's looking for Sonic for the same nebulous reasons the rest of his tribe were hunting him down in the first movie. The "Last Echidna" stuff comes from the games, and now it eventually gets mentioned in this series.

As a sidebar: I'm aware there's an off-hand piece of dialog in the Sonic 2 Movie Prequel comic that mentions Knuckles is the last Echidna, but that's a flimsy promo comic and none of it feels canon to me. That comic also has a cameo by the Chaotix and features way more Sonic environments than the movies ever will, making it feel disconnected to the actual movies.

Like it's fun, don't get me wrong, but it's also like when the Spider-man games based on the Sam Raimi movies would bring in characters from the comics, like Shocker or Mysterio. You KNEW if the movies ever dealt with those characters for real, they'd be completely different from what was in the games. The promo comic casually mentioning Knuckles is the last Echidna may as well have been nothing more than fluff for all anyone knew.

In fact, it gets mentioned in the Knuckles series that The Owl Tribe -- the same creatures who we saw protecting Sonic in the first movie -- have apparently exterminated the entire Echidna race. It's only been, what, seven years? Eight years? So what's going on there? Who are the good guys? Who are the bad guys? The Echidnas apparently wanted to kill Sonic, and the Owls were willing to commit genocide to protect him, and this all seems like some pretty heavy stuff for a series that still refuses to define what this "power" everybody has actually is.

It feels extra obnoxious considering the proximity to the upcoming Sonic the Hedgehog 3 movie, which is openly an adaptation of Sonic Adventure 2. There's more than a little Echidna lore that needs to be set up in order for parts of that game to make sense (if it ever did), and it's obvious they have little interest in carrying that forward in the movies, content instead to make up their own lore. And what we've seen of that so far doesn't necessarily seem to be better, it just seems to be different. Like they dug themselves into a hole and now have to dig back out in a different direction -- more damage control to cover for that first movie twisting up the source material.

Ultimately it ties back around to the fact that I don't think this is what Sonic fans were hoping for. There were a lot of directions to take a Knuckles solo project, and they made it into a road trip buddy comedy between two of the weakest characters. Movie Knuckles is a one-note Klingon stereotype and it feels like Idris Elba is sleepwalking through a lot of this chest thumping "heart of the warrior" stuff.

And Adam Pally as Wade Whipple was okay in small doses, but he wasn't exactly breaking new ground as the bumbling small town deputy. Putting these two guys in a box together is kind of a bad idea.

And for the first three episodes, it is. Wade and Knuckles have absolutely zero chemistry together. Most shows would have a little hint that these two guys like each other, but it's more that Knuckles wants to train Wade for selfish reasons (satisfying his ancestors) and Wade is kind of a dumb puppy who does what everyone else tells him to, sight unseen.

We also get new B-tier villains for our B-tier show, who swagger in like they missed the audition for their gig on Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers (no shade meant towards my sentai fans in the audience). They're GUN Agents, either current or former, and have apparently been selling weapons tech to a genuinely dangerous killer only known as "The Buyer."

Actually, another small sidebar: it was kind of strange to see Knuckles rated "PG" (for some mild swearing), but Paramount+ constantly inundate me with advertisements for Dora the Explorer, Minecraft, and The Loud House. This is actually my first, real, honest exposure to The Loud House, both in its cartoon and live action form. It feels like a show made for the whitest children on earth and if I have to see that little girl with the shrimp bowl fart again I'm going to throw my TV into the street.

Anyway, Knuckles: for the most part, the villains only really exist to remind us that this ties to the Sonic the Hedgehog movie universe while also providing goons for our heroes to fight.

If I'm being real, I was actually a little confused by the presence of the GUN Agents. The Knuckles show is kind of bad at establishing whether they still work for GUN or not. We do get a scene where they go rogue, but it's never clear if they're just overachievers who get results, or if they are actual card-carrying bad guys who are breaking off for a solo career. I just figured they were here as a flimsy setup for the third Sonic movie.

Mostly, though, it's a lot of fluff. Knuckles or Wade gets into trouble, and they accidentally stumble out of one bad situation into another, over and over, for a good 90 minutes. Very few jokes land, it doesn't feel very funny, it's a confusing mixture of new lore and stuff borrowed from the games, and it feels like the show is a mess that's constantly spinning its wheels.

Wade, now branded as a fugitive for being seen fighting GUN Agents (again: current or former?), accidentally and conveniently finds himself at his mother's doorstep seeking asylum. On the jewish holiday of Shabbat. Now, I'm not jewish, but it seems like Shabbat can happen on literally any Friday, yet the Knuckles series treats it like an annual holiday like Christmas or Halloween. Regardless, it seems like Wade happens to catch his mother on a Shabbat where she's already preparing a big meal, since Wade's older sister, an FBI agent, also happens to be in town. Which is also weirdly convenient. Wade, feeling like he can't disappoint his mom, sits down and they have a meal together, only to be assaulted by bounty hunters looking to claim the price on Wade's head.

This episode starts a kind of turning point for the Knuckles series. Over an hour into this three hour ordeal, and it finally provides some threads of character development for Wade Whipple. We learn his estranged father is a legendary bowling champion, who will also just so happen to be at the big bowling tournament Knuckles is ushering him towards. Knuckles has a cozy moment with Wade's mother, and we learn more about how much she hates Wade's father for breaking up their family.

The fourth episode finds Wade facing down yet another bounty hunter. Earlier I mentioned Wade lost a bowling tournament to an 8 year old girl -- specifically, he lost a placement match for a bowling team known as The Renegades. The captain of The Renegades is a man known as Jack Sinclair, and when he rejects Wade's entry into the team, he casually mentions a bounty hunter gig he runs on the side. Now, Jack's back to claim the $100k bounty, and Knuckles has decided that it's time for Wade to solve this problem on his own.

Ultimately, this means Wade is forced to convene with Knuckles' ancient ancestors for himself, leading to, of all things, a rock opera in a spectral bowling alley where we learn more of Knuckles' origin. If the Shabbat dinner episode finally budged the needle a little bit, this rock opera episode is the kick in the pants this series should have opened with.

We get Wade in a Knuckles costume, a puppet of Knuckles' dying father that's definitely a reference to Archie's controversial Sonic writer Ken Penders, dancers in owl costumes, and a genuinely impressive prop of a "Fire Demon" (Iblis from Sonic 2006) operated by an entire squad of bodysuit actors. It's a lot of fun and I even found myself starting to laugh at the jokes! It only took, what, two hours?

As the rock opera explains, after Knuckles watched all of his friends and family get slaughtered by the owl tribe, Knuckles wandered the galaxy, hopeless. Knowing he was the only one who could protect the master emerald, he challenged this fire demon to claim the power of The Flames of Disaster. The demon nearly killed Knuckles, but by keeping the warrior's spirit in his heart, he summoned the strength to defeat Iblis once and for all and claim The Flames of Disaster as his own. Thus, Wade learns that a warrior's true strength comes from within, giving him the push needed to have a final showdown with Jack Sinclair.

And then something else weird happens: the final two episodes of the show turn into something completely different.

In my opinion, the more the Knuckles show gets away from Knuckles himself, the better it gets. Even though I thought the rock opera origin story was great, the less we have to worry about their jumbled up lore, the better. And these last two episodes of Knuckles get about as far away from the Echidna as they can get, turning into a late 2000's sports comedy in the vein of something like "Balls of Fury", "Hot Rod" or "Blades of Glory." Except here, the stand-in sport of choice is bowling.

It's actually pretty funny how much the previous four episodes just stop mattering entirely. Like, the bounty on Wade vanishes. Being a wanted criminal (former or current) has no bearing on his ability to attend the bowling tournament despite apparently being national news not even 48 hours earlier. It's never mentioned or brought up again.

Knuckles almost exits the show entirely. He spends most of the final two episodes relaxing in a hotel room, leaving Wade to carry almost literally everything else by himself. We get introduced to Cary Elwes as Wade's father Pistol Pete, who summons the same level of ham and cheese we last got from him in Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

And... It works. It's not the greatest thing on earth, but compared to where this show started, once the bowling tournament kicks off, it's literally the best part of the whole series. The jokes get even funnier. We get all these different themed bowling teams, everybody in special costumes, with dumb names like "Ball Busters" and "Split for Brains." The editing gets really energetic and creative, too, with lots of flashy split screen cuts set to music.

It feels like somebody had been sitting on a decade-old bowling comedy script and dusted it off for these last two episodes. It stops being the Knuckles show and starts being the Wade Whipple show, and is surprisingly better for it.

But then, that's not entirely true. It's still the Knuckles show, and almost begrudgingly, they have to make up a reason for Knuckles to have a big fight at the end. It's almost funny how blatant it is -- there's so much focus on Wade's showdown with his Dad that when they cut back to Knuckles it feels kind of forced. Like they realized Wade is getting all of the pathos and character development but they still needed to show Knuckles doing something, anything, so here's a big robot that needs punching.

It's not terrible, and Wade eventually joins him, tying into his overall journey of believing in himself and becoming "a warrior", but it does feel kind of tacked on regardless. There's this general vibe of the show getting lost in the bowling tournament and then going "Oh, right. That guy."

Listen, I'm not here to evangelize this show. It's kind of an inconsistent mess. It's jammed full of obnoxious needle drop musical interludes, there's tons of REALLY blatant product placement, and just like with the previous two Sonic movies, whenever it makes direct references to game lore, it feels more pandering (and increasingly sloppy) than anything else. It takes its sweet time expanding on both its title character and his poorly chosen side kick. A lot of it made me cringe more than laugh.

But it does eventually hit a stride and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the back half of it. You can really see the show start to find its footing once you hit that Shabbat episode, and by the end of the rock opera, Knuckles had finally won me over... by getting further and further away from Knuckles himself.

And... that's not really a great endorsement, now is it.