#i won’t shed a single tear for that man..

[inmontana]

was last night real ? jeeeeeesus.

[mamayan]

Hii can I request Gyomei x prostitute fem reader nsfw.....plsss

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Darker Themes • Attempted murder (of reader) • Fem! Reader • prostitute reader • Fluff/Comfort • Size kink • Breeding kink • Sub/switch! Reader • Edging/Denial • Overstimulation • Oral (F)

“Namu Amida Butsu. Pitiful creature.” He doesn’t need vision to understand what was going on in the lively square of the red district tonight.

Normally a bubble of carnal desires and pleasure, many forgot the festering underbelly of this part of the city. He’s on a mission, needs to focus and do his job, but something keeps stopping him.

Possibly the kakushi by his side crying softly, pitying the poor soul on a trial meant to convict whether the offending party is guilty or not. How can an upright samurai be in the wrong in any way? It must be the fault of the lowly whore which should have known her place. Such disgusting beliefs made his gut churn, but he’s aware there is little one can do in this situation.

He needs to leave, walk away, and kill the demon living just on the outskirts of this district.

So why won’t his feet move?

“This bitch is getting what she deserves, and let her serve as a warning to all the workers in the district!”

“Oh no, is he going to decapitate her?!” The kakushi beside him gasps in horror, drawing his focus away from his chants to regain his will power and instead breaking his concentration as he focuses on the slurred drunk words of a man. The crowd is thickening, attention drawn to the spectacle but most of all, the promise of blood shed. “Gyomei-sama…” it would appear the kakushi wishes him to intervene.

He can’t. He’s not supposed to anyway. He knows nothing of the woman’s crimes nor any clear indication on how to pass judgement.

“For trying to run from the great Habuyoshi who mearly admired the beauty! For daring to raise these weak fists at the great Habuyoshi! For biting the dick of the great Habuyoshi! I am putting this filthy dog down!” The crowd was cheering, jeering him on, even begging he kill her after violating her for the crowd to watch, or wanting to do it themselves. Gyomei had heard the red light district was filled with glistening gold and red, and it enrages his heart to think such an auspicious color is tied to such a festering diseased place. No one won here. Ever.

Before the kakushi could move, he’d already made his presence known, easily knocking the samurai unconscious.

The crowd stared in awe and fear of the enormous man wielding only prayer beads, defeating the well known samurai of the area so easily with only a single blow.

“Who owns this prostitute?”

None speak up for a moment, tension thick in the air as a savior appears for a once thought dead woman.

“M-me…” an elderly woman far past her prime shakily steps out, her guilty and shifty expression not seen by the man looking at nothing, but her nervous energy radiated off in waves for all to feel.

“I’ll buy her.”

“Gyomei-sama?!”

“Huh—?”

You awoke with minimal pain.

The jarring events of the night prior swirling in your mind and dumbfounding you because what was that?

You nearly died because a strange man grabbed you off the street while you were running an errand and tried to rape you in an alley way. Of course you fought back, but it seems that’s a crime if the perpetrator is stronger than you.

Tears fell despite your anger. You were no longer a prostitute, your freedom seemingly bought out of kindness but you knew not to trust anything given freely. There’s always a price, and your life thus far had taught you to be witty and at least somewhat charming. Though it hardly did much for you last night when the crowd roared for your execution like your life meant so little.

Your new owner is more terrifying than your previous house mother. At least she’d been open about her greedy vile mindset, but this man is nothing short of an enigma. Why did he save you? What is the purpose? What should you do now? It left you riddled with anxiety as you sat in a bed more comfortable than you could ever remember sleeping in, the blankets and pillows too of better quality than the red light district ever provided even for the top courtesans. You’d been given plain but high quality clothing as well, allowed to bathe alone, and then fed a vegetarian meal so delicious you wondered if the Buddhist monks had it much better than you gave them credit for.

Now you slept, in a room all to yourself, with no idea of what was to come next.

Did he want you as a wife? That didn’t seem right though. He didn’t appear the romantic type, and his size alone mildly frightened you despite his soft demeanor and speech. Were you to act as a servant? Did he wish to sell you to another area and call it good karma, leaving the matter as that? It ate away until you could no longer stand it, rising from the bed you longed to stay in forever, and slipping out of your room to explore the estate.

It’s shockingly empty.

Not a soul in sight as you explored, stealing bread from the kitchen as you walked, pondering the possibility of ghost servants. You felt silly and dismissed it, but the eerie silence was begining to get to you. You turned and headed for an opening, finally finding a serene courtyard. You were awestruck by the landscape, attention quickly caught as you spot a small pond with a bridge.

Hope bloomed and then flourished as you spotted several fat pretty koi swimming about, different colored patterns moving around and hypnotizing you.

“Ssshhwink!” You jolted in shock at the loud sound of a blade being struck, eyes honing in on the source as you see a training ground of sort in the distance.

Shock was the least of your current emotions as you watched the enormous man, your supposed savior for now, swing around an axe and spiked flail attached to a very long chain. Surrounding him were multiple dummies, made from steel, as if you weren’t already shocked silly. For someone so large, he was graceful and fast, skilled in each tiny movement and it nearly made you think of a dance you’d seen long ago at a festival when you were a child.

He’s no one ordinary. That’s clear enough, and he’s not a samurai it seemed either.

He could kill you quicker than that man before and he could’ve killed that man too but chose not to. Your heart trembled, because you knew those that hesitated left empty handed, and if his goal was merely to rescue and abandon you then you’d find yourself back to being sold off or worse.

You needed him to keep you, no matter how his appearance made your knees weak.

“Are you hungry?”

One week. You’d been in his estate one week and this was the first conversation you’d had with him since that night he saved you.

“Namu Amida Butsu. Thank you.” He accepts the lunch you prepared, as you learned fast that once he’d brought you into his estate, he’d been abandoned by his cooks. His servants who cleaned or kept things in order were incredibly well trained and avoided you similarly. You’d been cooking his meals and leaving them outside his room in the morning, and he’d usually be gone for most of the day until very late evening where you’d leave his dinner outside his small study or prayer room.

This was your first chance to initiate contact with him, and it made you swallow your nerves as you came up eye level with his abdomen. He accepts the tray, sitting at the small table in the open courtyard. He repeats his chants while you observe him up close for a moment.

He is handsome in a rugged way. His scars surprisingly only adding character. His thin lips and long lashes would’ve made many woman jealous as well.

“This is very delicious. You’re a good cook.” You startle lightly from your day dream as you stare at him with wide eyes, his face still tilted down as he eats.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He hadn’t expected to find your company so pleasant.

Your presence was easy, comfortable and enjoyable after you warmed up more, chattering away similarly to the love Hashira at times. It made a strange sort of fondness form in his chest as he listens to your opinion on cherry blossom season, and why mochi is best served cold.

He finds himself rushing now after missions to return to his estate, something he’d never have done in the past. If only to hear your greeting of “welcome home” which makes the estate he’d been given actually feel like one.

You held his hand a few days ago, pulling him quickly and quietly to feel the soft fur of a sleeping cat you’d taken to adopting. He remembers the feel of your skin, the fragility of your hand within his, and how tiny you are. It shouldn’t affect him like this. Yet even as he sits below the icy fall of water in a lotus pose, his aching erection won’t ebb.

He’s ashamed the first time he wraps one big calloused palm around his leaking shaft and fucks his fist to the thought of you.

He’s even more ashamed when those thoughts haunt him in your presence.

He’s alarmed however when he wakes tonight to the sound of his shoji sliding open. Not by the intruder, your footsteps much louder ironically when you attempt to be quiet, but by the timing.

He released his cock and laid still, strangely nervous to appear asleep should you check.

Why were you in his room?

He chants in his mind when he hears fabric rustling, then a plop on the floor as something slides and falls. Were you… undressing?

His room felt hotter, or it may have possibly been him, as the sound of you nearing alerts him to a reason you’re here tonight.

“I know you are awake.” You sound bemused.

“I know you should be in bed.” He replies more shakily than he’d hoped to sound.

“I am trying, but you won’t seem to move over for me.” His breath hitches, and before he can think he’s scooting aside and feeling anxious for the first time in a long time. He’s too old now to be fearful of such a tiny woman, your charms and allure certainly difficult to dismiss but you shouldn’t make his hands sweat like this.

“Fuck,” he doesn’t mean to curse, but when you press your nude figure tight against his side, he nearly embarrasses himself by finishing what he’d started before you’d interrupted. Not that he nor his cock minded your company, in fact it twitched as if excited about your presence.

“It feels better if you face me.”

“What are you doing?” He feels flustered, hands desperate to grab you but unsure exactly if he should.

“Seducing you…?” He hears now the unsure tone you speak with, the way your fingers curl into his yukata to prevent him from pushing you away. He shifts and turns, the futon thankfully custom for his size and fitting you fully as he finally touches you. Your face first at least.

“Are you looking at me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I pretty?” He chuckles, smile making you press your thighs together due to the sheer masculine charm he oozed.

“You are soft.” He drops his voice as he presses a hand to the middle of your back and pulls you closer. His body radiates heat like none other you’ve ever felt, all pillowy muscles and smelling of sandalwood and sage, and something else beneath it that made your teeth ache. “You are considerate and empathetic.” His hands smooth over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips. “You are cute and witty, I find I laugh most in your presence.” His thumbs lightly graze over your eyes. “You are intelligent. I feel I can confide in you and be understood.” Down your jaw and chest, over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands shaking lightly. “You are also mischievous, I never know what you’ll come up with…” his hands come back up, one loosely and easily encircling your entire throat. “Like sneaking into a man’s room in the middle of the night and climbing into his bed naked.” He means to sound chastising but his lust is difficult to mask. Your giggle lets him know you take it lightly.

“Not some man’s room… your room, Gyomei.”

It’s like you want to set him off.

“Should I go?” He can’t deny the way it ignites him to have you here.

“No.” He groans lightly, hands finally taking the dip you’d both been aching for and feeling your chest. “You don’t get to leave now. At least not until you explain what is it is you search for.”

“Relief?” He frowns, but becomes quickly distracted by the malleable flesh in his hands, thumbs brushing over pebbled nipples and drawing little sighs from you.

“A-and… I guess confirmation.” He pinches on little bud, rewarded with a tiny moan and the arching of your back.

“Confirmation for what?” He murmurs, debating if you being atop him would be easier.

“That you like me.” He halts, startled by the confession.

“You thought I didn’t like you?” He clarifies, finally deciding and easily lifting you up by the hips to sit on his stomach, thighs on either side of him.

“I didn’t know if it was the sort between lovers or not…” he nods, finally understanding.

“I want you deeply, sweet girl.” He doesn’t miss the shiver which shakes you when he calls you that, smile tilting higher into a crooked smirk as he lifts his hands and runs them over your ass, gently squeezing each cheek and then moving to touch your thighs.

You don’t speak as he feels you up, quiet aside from small pleasurable mewls when he plays with your breasts or spreads your ass and let’s cool air hit your cunt.

“Do you touch yourself?”

“Y-yes…?”

“To the thought of me?” You feel your body heat.

“Yes. Always to the thought of you.” Your answer makes him groan, hips rutting up into nothing as he squeezes your hips.

“What do I do to you then, in your fantasies.” He’s desperate to know, desperate to recreate it. Your nails dig into the muscle on his chest, dwarfed on top of him like this.

“Oh, well, I… sit on your face.” He quirks a brow at the odd fantasy, unfamiliar with such an act.

“And do what?”

“Let you lick me, down here.” He allows you to guide his hand to the warmest place on your body, his mind blanking as he realizes.

“Oh.”

“We don’t have to do that though, let’s do what you want—oh!” He’s hauling you up like a doll onto his face, thighs spread on either side and your pussy spread and easily accessible now for his mouth. Gyomei doesn’t hesitate now, tongue slipping out as dragging through your folds as if he’s done this before. He hasn’t but he makes up for it with his wide and powerful tongue and eagerness to learn.

“Gyomei! I—ngh~!” Your moan when he licks at your pussy is more than he ever imagined. The wanton swivel of your hips as you grind down only make him more feral, large hands firmly on your ass and keeping you pressed down. Oxygen the least of his concerns as he licks and sucks until your writhing and digging your nails into his hair while you cry out for him.

He likes this act much more than his own daydreams of being intimate with you, the heady taste of your slick and sounds of your pleasure like a drug.

“I’m going to cum—!” You’re so close it’s a wonder you don’t tip over even as he lifts you completely off his face.

“H-huh?” You sound dazed and confused, so cute it makes him want to settle you down on his face again but he stops himself.

You’re on your back, looking up at his figure not blanketing you, one arm keeping him up as he lifts your chin and kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips.

“You can’t cum yet.” You feel irritable having your orgasm denied, pouty expression unseen but tone converting your emotions.

“Why?” Gyomei smiles, kissing you again and forcing your mouth open to play with your tongue, sliding his thigh between your own so you can grind on him for relief.

He breaks away with a string of saliva connecting you for a moment, warm breath fanning over you. “It will hurt taking me, but it will hurt less if you cum while I’m inserting it.”

Oh. It made sense actually.

Except he doesn’t move ahead to fucking you like you wanted, asking you for more fantasies you‘ve had of him.

“Using your fingers…” and he opened you up more than any man has ever with his fingers alone. Two alone stuffing your poor cunt seemingly to max and once more bringing you to the edge until you felt like crying when he pulled away.

“Shh,” he cooes, mildly upset he’s causing you distress and equally amused by how cute he finds your grumbling as he rearranges you again. This time he just rolls your clit gently with his thumb and kisses you, lavishing your neck in love bites you’ll surely need help covering in the morning and then giving attention to your breasts.

“Gyomei please!” Your third denial felt nearly painful, your core cramping with the desperate need for release as you wiggle and struggle beneath him.

“You’ll be very sorry if I take you now, be good for me, little lotus.” He kisses away your tears of frustration, once more spearing you open with two fingers until you’re moaning and rolling your hips into him, then he adds a third.

He stills when you hiss in pain, concern painting his features as he moves to pull them out only for your hand to stop him.

“It’s okay! I’m alright, it just stings a little.”

“We can stop here, I’ll make you cum and we can go back to sleep—,”

“No! I want you, please.”

He feels hesitant until you begin to relax, body finally accepting three fat fingers stretching your little hole out as slick drips down his palm and soaks into bed below.

“G-Gyomei please let me cum, I can take you even if I do, I just need—!” You’re so close again, but he’s stringent as he pulls free from your soft tight walls with a pop. Your whine of frustration goes ignored as he finally reaches his own limit.

“I’m going to sit you in my lap.” You’re pliant in his hold as he sits up and drags you with him, placing your back to his front as he unties his yukata and allows himself to be free. He gives himself a few pumps, balls swinging heavy as he sits down with you.

You regret looking down in curiosity. Having known some men, despite being quite big physically, can have small penises.

Gyomei isn’t one of them apparently, his caution not without cause as you see the enormous cock he carries, the thick veiny shaft frightening and leaking pre-cum like a stream. Even his balls were ridiculously large, and you briefly pondered taking his offer of going to sleep.

You shook it off as you felt a gentle kiss to your temple, body relaxing as he began another round of torture to your clit with more gentle rolls with his fingers.

“Relax for me, you’re being so good, all mine,” he’s mumbling, body tense as he holds himself back and prepares mentally to keep calm as he lifts you up and lets the plush tip kiss your entrance. Then you’re feeling pleasure and pressure like nothing you‘ve ever felt before, mind going blank as you cum while he stuffs you to full capacity, Gyomei similarly struggling as he moans feeling your gooey walls contract and try to push him out even as gravity drags you down on his cock.

“Gyo—hah—!” You can hardly breathe, body struggling to connect the pain while you’re writhing pleasure as he wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up and down, still touching your swollen nub, bullying his cock into you one inch at a time. Your squeals of shock and euphoria nearly make him lose it, and when his tip finally smushes up against your cervix, he cums hard.

“I-I can feel it filling me—,” your eyes roll back as hot spurts of cum pump into your womb, Gyomei’s arm like an anchor as he groans and rocks you gentle against him.

“Feels so good…” he’d never known sex could feel like this, that you felt like this, but he’s unable to pull out despite his cock becoming sensitive. Instead he keeps you in place, plugging your little hole with his cock and keeping every drop of cum inside you where it belongs.

That thought startles him. Did he want to make you pregnant? Did he want a family?

More than anything—

Gyomei groans, hushing you as you whine and wiggle in his lap, feeling his cock swelling thick and hard again inside you. “Gyomei—s’too much,” you feel like you’ll burst, body already exhausted but he’s hardly done it seems as he begins to bounce you again, feeling more akin to a toy as his shaft splits your pussy open. The slick squelching noises blend with your moans and his grunts, his cock burying itself as deeply as possible each thrust as he murmurs praise down into your ear.

“So good for me. Taking all of me so well,”

“Do you like feeling my cum inside you? Do you want more?”

“I’m going to fill you up again, make you nice and full.”

“Going to put a baby inside you, let everyone know you’re mine now.”

You’re gone, too cock drunk to do much else but cum around him and moan, drool spilling down your chin in a thin line as he takes away all coherent thoughts.

You awake the next morning sore and groggy, face confused as you look at a room not your own.

You glance down at the arm keeping you trapped, merely draped over you but so weighted you’d need to wake him to move.

He got you filthy last night, cum coating all of you inside and out before he’d washed you and put you to bed. The memory brings heat to your face as you burry yourself into the bed and smile.

He’s yours now too.

Your story to be told as one from rags to riches.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

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ATF!Series Part One: A Rabbit You Don't Want To Chase - David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators @bennykk @kelpies-shed

Before you there was ATF Agent June Stahl.

David doesn’t know what he was thinking when he stuck his dick into that particular bag of crazy. The two of them had a mutual hate for the MC and for each other. She was there to get the job done and he utilised that. They ended up fucking on his desk barely a week after she landed, kept it up for over a month before things turned sour.

What he remembers the most from that time was that it was always filthy, always violent. He’d hurt for weeks in the aftermath, his uniform chafing the scratch marks she left on his back. At no point during that ‘relationship’ did he feel good about himself.

It's been a couple of years since then and he hasn’t thought about her once, not until she strides into his stationhouse with a couple of junior agents and a bundle of files tucked under her arm.

“A war is coming.” She tells him.

And that’s it, the devil is back in his life.

David sighs because there’s been a couple of  months of peace since Clay Morrow’s ‘excommunication’ and the Sons seem to be turning their hand to more legit enterprises. Their assets have been tied up in porn since Suzie Quinn took over Luann’s business.

“Galen O’Shay, he’s one of the Irish Kings, leadership in the True IRA. The Sons are hunting him.” She tells him before she shows him a picture of a man he doesn’t recognise.

“What do they want with him?” He asks as he leans over the desk and studies the image. He can feel her eyes on him, sizing him up just like the first time and he shifts uncomfortably. She sets another picture down in front of him and this one he does recognise.

“Evelyn Shaw, unofficial matriarch.” She says leaning in close. He can feel the heat off her body rolling over his skin, the overripe sweetness of her perfume invading his nostrils. It’s suffocating being this close to her, it feels like she’s trying to claw her way underneath his flesh. “The club’s defence attorney and Chib’s fuck toy.”

David sighs because he knows Evelyn, he’s dealt with her in the past. She’s a nightmare in the courtroom, fiercely intelligent, tenacious but she’s also a good person. He’s lost count of the domestic violence cases she’s brought him. Each and every single one wrapped up neatly in a bow, ready for an arrest. He suspects it’s personal for her, that if he tracked back her history, there would be a report somewhere that detailed something terrible that had happened to her.

“I don’t understand how the two connect.” He tells Stahl as he shifts away from her. She follows him the same way she did back then, maintaining proximity, keeping him close.

“Intelligence suggests that Galen took her a couple of months back, hurt her and left her for Chibs to find inside a barn on the outskirts of town. They’ve been calling him the Mad Scot from here all the way up to Stockton because of the violence he’s left in his wake trying to find him.” She tells him, her hand coming to rest on his and it feels like his skin is crying to crawl right off his bones to escape her. He pull his hand away, tucking it into his pocket. “It only stopped when Chibs received confirmation that Galen had left the country.”

“And now he’s back.” David guesses as he replays back the past couple of his months in his head. It’s been a while since he’s heard from Evelyn, he doesn’t realise it until now.

He’d thought that the Sons had gone quiet but now he realises what’s really been  happening, they’ve been circling their wagons. Someone hurting one of their women, they won’t let that slide, the same way he wouldn’t. He’d go to the ends of the earth anyone laid a hand on you.

“Sure is baby and so am I.” She says her hand gripping his tie and drawing him closer, her lips ghost in his ear as she whispers. “My pussy’s missed that mouth of yours, why don’t you get on your knees and give her a kiss.”

He tears himself away, his cheeks colouring.

“I’d rather eat glass.” He tells her, using his palm to smooth over his tie.

She raises a eyebrow, her hand coming to rest on her hip as her voice turns cold.

“What? Your little art student lets you come in her mouth and you’re suddenly in love?”

His head snaps up and he senses his mistake the instant he makes it. He’s given her an opening, an acknowledgement that there’s someone important in his life that she can fuck with.

“How does it feel sticking your dick in the same pussy that Teller’s blown his load in?” She asks him, that cruel smile pulling at the edges of her mouth. “Or is that part of the allure, you get off knowing that you have the one thing that he wants.”

David tries not to react, he tries to keep his face impassive but she must see a flicker of something in his features.

“Has she told you anything about her time with him?”

David crosses his arms over his chest, his teeth grinding together as his eyes bore right into hers.

“You’ve never asked her have you?”

No, he hasn’t and you’ve never volunteered. There’s a line in your relationship that neither of you will cross because if you tell him something, you know he will have to do something about it and it tangles you up with the Sons all over again.

“This is a rabbit you don’t want to chase.” He warns her, his voice full of vitriol.

“We’ll see.” She tells him with shit eating grin of hers. “We’ll see.”

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[yeosangs-horizon]

Rei Suwa As Your Lover ❣

Genre: Headcanons | Fluff & Smut Word Count: 1.6k Content Warning(s): Mentions of anxiety & PTSD, 18+ below NSFW cut, smutty rambles w/ fem!reader, [praise kink & blowjobs]

⊲ SFW HCs: [gn!reader] ⊳

➵ Rei enjoys silence with you, whether you're on a call with him or next to him watching him play through a single-player game, time together is his love language.

➵ Although Rei likes the quiet he loves hearing you ramble. He's the one you go to if you want to ramble or info dump your hyperfixations on. You always ask if you’re talking too much, but he always urges you to continue. He’ll smile to himself if he is alone or if you’re not looking at him.

➵ Rei loves playing co-op games with you whether it be battle royale or mindless shooting games or even story based games. He loves collaborating with you and sharing a story together. 

➵ Rei finds it endearing if you try to get into the games he had interests in, or anything he has an interest in really such as the idea of fostering a kitty for awhile since Kazuki has to clean up after 2 kids basically he doesn't want a third. But he would find it endearing unless your interest peaked in his line of work, then he'd tell you that it's a grim industry you wouldn't like.

➵ It's difficult to get Rei to admit that he likes anything with verbiage unless its about food, so most of his actions and gestures have meaning to them. 

➵ Rei is a protective lover and will shield himself in front of you if it means you're out of harms way, even with the little things. A car is driving in the rain through a big puddle of water? He'll dirty his suits just for you if it means you won't get hit with the water. He makes sure to walk on the outer part of sidewalks too so you feel safe even though you've said it wasn't necessary before but it's the thought that counts.

➵ As a man who doesn't speak much, Rei sure enjoys calls with you when you're not staying the night with him. When you go abroad for work or study purposes he finds it calming to be on call with you through the night or whenever you're free. It's more of a safety for him to know you're safe and doing well.

➵ Rei is extremely good with technology. He may not know how to use the oven or do laundry properly but he is the guy to go to for IT troubles. As a gamer of course he had to know how to fix and troubleshoot devices, especially when they have a little girl in the house who finds it funny to make cable spaghetti and plug random wires in outlets. 

➵ Rei is good with his hands, no not in that sense... well I mean… he's good with his hands as he handles guns and being meticulous with cleaning them. That goes for taking apart consoles too to troubleshoot them or fix PC problems as he hates going outside. Better learn at home before begging for a stranger to help you and tinker with your device with personal info on it right? 

➵ Rei is paranoid and anxious a lot. Even if he doesn't show it, it is the main reason why he sleeps in a tub, that and PTSD. His breakdowns are silent. They had to be, especially when he lived with such an abusive father. He doesn't cry in front of anybody, even you most times. He doesn't want to be weak in front of you when he believes he should be the one protecting you. He can cry silently, and only in the comfort of his cold hard tub.  He's only ever shed a couple tears in front of you once and it broke your heart causing you to cry with him. He hates seeing you cry, but he knows it is because you empathize with him. 

➵ Rei loves your touch, especially during those hard times. He's never admitted it to you before though, unless you count that one time he mumbled how much he loved your touch while he was half asleep, but you could tell. He's like a stubborn little kitty who loves pets but never asks for them, but you can tell. When you are alone with him in a room and he gives you that look, you know that look. He melts into your kisses and loves jawline and neck kisses. He also loves spooning you when the two of you slumber together, protective instinct coming in again.

➵ Rei is a sucker for morning cuddles and hates getting out of bed, or the tub, in the early hours of the morning. He loves being lazy with you and if he were to spew out anything affectionate it would be in those early hours. He is a light sleeper so if you tried to sneak away he’ll reel you right back into his arms.

➵ Rei adores it when you play with his hair and lets you mindlessly braid it when the two of you are sharing a moment together. He likes the feeling of your fingers raking through his scalp, it’s like a brain massage for him. He lets you style his hair into silly little styles and even trusts you to help him shave his sides when they grow out. 

➵ Rei doesn't do much PDA but he will let you hold his hand and he will drape an arm around you and pull you close to him if he notices someone eyeing you. You like flirting with him and making him flustered in public though, he gets shy so easily.

➵ Rei actually doesn't like being referred to as the useless one around the house even though he plays it off most days. When you're in the kitchen alone he'd linger around to ask you to teach him things like how to use the kitchen appliances or how to load up and run a dishwasher. He doesn't outright ask Kazuki yet because he can be a bit impatient sometimes.

⊲  NSFW HCs: [fem!reader] ⊳

➵ Rei is definitely on the demi spectrum. It takes a lot for him to get to the point that you are at with him today. He doesn’t care about what gender you are or what you look like, if you have a beautiful heart and treat him with care for a long time, he’ll fall for you. He has to trust you a lot to even allow you to be with him and touch him like that, much less be naked and vulnerable to be intimate. It’d be hard for him to be attracted to somebody else without spending so much time with them, so he is loyal to you.

➵ Rei does enjoy sexual activities with you but only on occasion, his libido is often low but once in awhile he does get the urges and crave your intimacy.

➵ Rei has a soft spot for those actual love making sessions where you spill your heart out to him. He enjoys making love to you and going slow, most days when he would be intimate with you it'd be slow and purposeful.

➵ Rei is good with his fingers, yes like that. For being really good at video games, he knows how to give you a good time when fingering you and how to hit your spot just right. He loves making you writhe around in pleasure, knowing he is the source for that. 

➵ Rei loves getting sucked off. He loves grasping locks of your hair and pushing you down to take his cock. He wouldn't be too rough with you unless you gave him permission but he loves your mouth around him. 

➵ Rei loves it when you top and ride him, it's less awkward for him because you know what you're doing and he gets to enjoy the view of you and still have control with the speed of his thrusts, making you whimper for more or to go faster. 

➵ Rei loves being teased, he's a bit masochistic and also loves it when you grip onto his back during more rougher intimate moments and he doesn't mind you digging your nails onto his back. Rei likes it when you edge him, especially when you suck him off and tease him with stimulation on just the tip. 

➵ Rei can't last very long, especially when he started being intimate with you. He'd get a bit embarrassed when you suck him off and he finishes in less than 3 minutes but he's built more stamina and can hold back for a little longer now. His kryptonite is being inside you, then he really won't last when he feels your walls squeezing him and your touch all over his body. He likes finishing in you, only when you are okay with it that is. 

➵ Rei has a praise kink, he loves it when you tell him he’s doing well or commenting on how good he feels inside you. Probably stems from his trauma and want for validation back then but it’s an absolute turn on for him. 

➵ Rei doesn't jerk off very often. Moreover he's too lazy to do it and would rather have your hands on him. It doesn't take much to get him hard either. If you touch him tenderly and start kissing him, he'd already be up and ready to go. He's touch starved and he knows it. 

➵ Rei likes to relieve stress by pounding you. It used to be cigarettes but after taking in Miri and your constant pressure about how it’s not good for him and how quick he can get stinky, he resorts to other methods. You can tell when he’s needy and stressed. That’s when he can get a bit rough and enjoys your nails raking down his back but he always asks to make sure you’re okay with the things he’s doing.

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Sinking in the Metkayina - chapter 2

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Summary: Tonowari is obsessed. The atmosphere is completely opposite to the first chapter. For those who want to preserve the impressions from Chapter 1, I recommend not reading.

Pairing: Tonowari/Omatikaya!Fem Reader

Tag: #sinking in the metkayina fic

posted on ao3

Word count: +6k

All characters belong to Avatar, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

Overall warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, obsessive behavior⚠️

“Hey!!! Excuse me, are you part of the Omatikaya?”

“No. I’m from the Tawkami clan.”

“Well, can you stop by the Omatikaya then?”

“It is on the way, but…”

“Thank goodness...! Please, tell the Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya that (Y/n) is alive and is now living with the Metkayina!”

Because she was happily living with Tonowari, she hadn’t thought about Jake or the humans who probably considered her dead… When she first got to the island, the human knew she would be rejected if she asked to pass on the news, and after that, she was busy collecting research samples in the ocean that she loved, so she forgot about it…

‘How could I forget just like that?’

Back at the base, she’ll have access to the conveniences and familiarity of civilization and research equipment.

After living for so long in tribal society using only the things permitted, she was so happy thinking about going back… She could examine the things she had collected there under a microscope and run them through all sorts of testing machines!!

Of course, there was the issue of the relationship with Tonowari, but she thought that she could just give him communication devices and talk to him every day. She thought that she would stay at the base for a while, and then move the necessary things and go back and forth between the Omatikaya and Metkayina.

(Y/n) believed that Tonowari would understand all of that.

Because he was an understanding man.

──

The human helicopter arrived earlier than expected; the Tawkami Na’vi must have quickly delivered the message.

(Y/n) barely managed to stop the tribesmen from attacking it, agitated by the landing of an unfamiliar mechanism, and shouted in joy at the man who had gotten off of it.

“Ralph!”

“(Y/n)! You’re alive!”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. It’s been so long...”

As soon as Ralph stepped on the sand, he ran to hug his colleague who he thought had passed away and cried tears of happiness. (Y/n), who was hugging him back, also shed tears. After being shipwrecked and lost for months, only then did she realize she had made it. She had survived.

“Have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah, I forgot to try and contact you… Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m just grateful that you did now. Come on, let’s go back.”

The girl felt as if she had been slapped back to reality. “Huh?”

“Everyone’s waiting. Is your drinking capacity still intact?”

“Of course! ...Um, but…”

She hadn’t finished organizing everything yet. She hadn’t even said goodbye yet… But before she could utter a single word, a hand roughly pulled (Y/n), who had stayed still hesitantly, away from Ralph.

Tonowari spoke with a severe face, holding (Y/n)’s arm so tightly she almost fell on her knees. “What do you mean go back?” he questioned, having managed to overhear their conversation and remembering the few English words he had learned through the girl.

“Oh, right… I see you. My name is Ralph. I’m (Y/n)’s workmate.”

“I asked what did you mean with ‘go back’.”

“We are currently on war against our enemies alongside the Omatikaya. Didn’t (Y/n) say that she came from there?” Ralph explained, a bit cautiously.

“It doesn’t matter. The Metkayina is with whom (Y/n) is staying right now, and she won’t be going back.”

(Y/n) looked up at him in surprise. “Tonowari, what are you talking about…! Ralph, I’m sorry, I haven’t talked to the Na’vis here yet...”

“If we talk about this, will anything change?” The man continued to gaze intently at her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in advance, but… all my foundations are in the forest; I have to go back.”

“Are you leaving me?”

Ralph, sensing something was wrong judging by Tonowari’s frighteningly hardened expression, looked at (Y/n) with a face that demanded an explanation.

“I think you’re too worked up, let’s go inside and talk. Ralph, I’m sorry, but I can’t go back today. Can you return in three days?”

“Don’t come. She won’t leave.”

“Tonowari…! I’ll explain properly, Ralph, just go!”

“(Y/n), are you alright?”

“Yes, just go now!”

The human male got back on the helicopter, seeing that something was seriously wrong with his friend but couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was shout, “I’ll be back in three days!”

When (Y/n) saw the helicopter take off, she looked around. Even though they didn’t know the details of the what was discussed, the observing people could tell that the human girl had been about to leave, and the young Na’vis were looking at her with hurt eyes.

“Guys, I didn’t mean to leave just like th- Ow! Tonowari…!”

While normally his heart would tremble even when (Y/n) pretended to be sick, the chief gripper her arm, almost dragging her and headed towards their shared marui.

“You need to explain yourself.”

“It hurts…!”

As soon as they arrived, Tonowari threw her arm away and spoke.

“Now tell me, what did you plan on doing?”

“This is a misunderstanding, Tonowari… It wasn’t my intention to leave you all like that.”

“How can I believe you?” he asked more softly with a deep voice.

“I was just planning to go back and rest for a bit, then come back and spend some time going back and forth between the two locations.”

“Without saying a word to anyone?”

“Tonowari, listen. I was going to go and come back, really.”

“I already asked, how can I believe you?”

“...Believe it or not, I’m going. Ralph is coming back in three days.”

Tonowari’s face, devoid of a single smile, was eerily frozen. “You’re going with that man? Leaving me behind?”

(Y/n) was starting to get a little scared. However, she thought it was a process that they had to go through anyway, so she continued to speak firmly.

“Ralph is just a co-worker. He’s just like any of my collagues.”

“...Ha. There are other men too?”

“What the hell does that have to do with…?”

“Alright, that’s the end of the story. You will stay here, and tell your ‘colleagues’ the same thing.”

“Tonowari!”

“Do not test my patience any longer.”

‘Well, what if I try it, huh?’

At this point, (Y/n) was pissed. She had explained it several times; why didn’t he listen? Didn’t she say she’d be coming back?? The girl sat down and started packing her things as if she was protesting.

“(Y/n),” he uttered her name in a chilling tone.

“I don’t want to talk right now.”

“(Y/n), I warned you.”

“Well then, what are you going to do?” she asked challengingly without turning back or stopping what she was doing.

Tonowari, who had been quietly looking down at (Y/n) with his mouth shut, roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her up… and threw her over his shoulder.

In an instant, her eye level rose to nearly 3 meters, and Tonowari headed towards the sea without even caring whether his hold was being harsh or not.

“Where are you going? Let go of me! Tonowari!”

As soon as he jumped into the sea with his head held high, (Y/n) froze when she saw his Skimwing approaching him as if it had been waiting for him. They were usually dangerous and she wasn’t even allowed to go near one, so it made no sense to put her in such a dangerous position. Regardless, Tonowari, who had gotten used to her trashing and made Tsaheylu with it, crossed through the water and headed somewhere unknown to her.

The place he took (Y/n), who was frightened and with no further intention of rebelling further, was… a small rocky island with rough waves crashing against it.

Tonowari reached the coastal cave there and laid (Y/n) down, exhausted from hear.

“This place has strong currents and brutal waves. You can’t possibly get close unless you have a Tsurak. Of course, you can’t get out of it either.”

“Are you out of your mind?!”

“There is a freshwater lake, so you will have a place to drink and wash. I will bring you food.”

“Tonowari! Are you hearing yourself right now?”

“I shall come twice a day.”

(Y/n), who was grasping for breath on the cave floor, suddenly got up and tried to fight against Tonowari, but she was easily subdued… The girl felt so wronged that she almost cried. She tried to escape from Tonowari’s hands and yelled almost in tears.

“W-why? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because you are my mate.”

Tonowari’s eyes possessed an unreadable light as he said those words, and (Y/n) felt at a loss for words.

“I’ll be back in the evening, so cool your head and rest.”

The man let go of her arm and walked back to the beach, then rode off on his Skimwing without looking back.

Only a dazed (Y/n) remained on the rocky island.

──

(Y/n), who was crouching blankly in the cave, didn’t even know how much time had passed. All she could perceive was the wind blowing, the waves crashing, and the sky getting dark.

When Tonowari arrived, it was evening, as anticipated, with the sun setting.

He put down some fruits and other foods that (Y/n) liked and usually ate, and spoke, “I brought you something to eat.”

“I won’t.”

“You must in order to survive.”

“Then let me go.”

“That is not possible.”

(Y/n) chuckled.

“You won’t let me go back, you dragged me here and you confined me. What’s next?”

“Please, at least eat something.”

“And if I don’t? Will you force me?”

“No. I would never use violence on you.”

“You know, that’s really funny… I’m not eating, so take the food back. Or throw it away.”

After saying those words, Tonowari stared at (Y/n) with his mouth shot for a long time. He picked up a fruit, took a bite, and came closer. (Y/n) noticed what he was trying to do and struck his cheek with all her might, but his neck didn’t even turn… It looked like he was going to kiss her.

Blood was flowing from Tonowari’s mouth after their lips were glued together for a few seconds and then pulled away… The girl had bit his lip.

His finger touched his bruised lip and he looked at it with slight anger. “Nothing good will come from this.”

“If you know it won’t get any better, why are you doing this?”

“You don’t understand.”

“If it was going to be like this, why did you treat me so well?”

“(Y/n)-”

“Why did you make the people think you are a good mate, a good Na’vi?!”

Tears fell from (Y/n)’s eyes. Betrayal, sadness and resentment was all she could feel, but also a little bit of a desire to still believe… a faint hope that if she told him, he would listen.

“It’s not too late. Let me go.”

“...I love you.”

“Take me back, please...”

“I love you.”

“Please, don’t let me hate you…”

Tonowari just hugged her without even wiping the blood flowing from his mouth. (Y/n) was crying in hopelessness in his arms and beating his chest, asking how this could be called love… The hand that stroke (Y/n)’s back was as affectionate as ever, and that made (Y/n) fall into despair even more.

──

Tonowari came to see (Y/n) twice a day, as promised. Each time, the human didn’t open her mouth nor looked at him, but he paid no attention to it and continued to talk about the day’s events as if nothing had happened.

“Today I helped the children ride an Ilu for the first time. It made me happy… reminded me of my memories with you. I hope we get to do that soon.”

“The whole village is busy because it’s clam digging season.”

“The Tulkuns have created a new song and it’s so beautiful. I wish to listen to it together later...”

Every time the word ‘together’ came out, (Y/n) would snicker in amazement. It had been only a few days that they did everything together, but now it was a word that felt so distant.

On the sixth day that Tonowari came, the girl had a gut feeling that he had met Ralph again when she saw his mouth clenched even tighter than usual.

“That man came. I told him to go back because you wouldn’t be leaving.”

“...Are you satisfied now?”

“He said he’d be back again to keep looking for you. I can’t be at peace until then.”

“When will it be enough for you?”

“Until you become my mate completely.”

“Then, you’re screwed; you’ll never be satisfied in your life.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I used to be your mate, you know? You were the one who doubted me and ruined things.”

“That happened when you tried to leave without saying a word.”

“...Okay, talking any further will get us nowhere.”

Tonowari looked at (Y/n)’s back, who had turned around as if there was no point in arguing any longer, with eyes full of all kinds of emotions.

(Y/n) felt those gazes but ignored them and bit her lips tightly… She had no idea where it went wrong and whether they could turn this relationship around.

‘I wonder if I’ll ever get out of here…’

──

The girl didn’t bother to keep track of the number of days that passed from then on. She didn’t even count the amount of times Tonowari would visit her without fail, because she feared she’d go crazy if she realized she had been locked away alone that much time.

As always, the Na’vi got up, whispering his unanswered love and spoke caressing her face, which had become pale due to not eating properly (although much of what she ate, she had thrown up). “I’ll be leaving now for today. I shall be back tomorrow morning, so make sure you eat something before then.”

“...”

“I love you.”

(Y/n), as always, sat still without seeing him off. Soon, she heard the Skimwing’s wings flapping, meaning she had been left alone again.

‘How long has it been…’

As she stood blankly for a long time, (Y/n) realized that the sound could be heard once more, although faintly.

‘He said he’d come in the morning… Why is he back again?’

The human was not happy either way, so she sat there with her back to the sea.

“(Y/n), (Y/n)! Are you there?!”

Until she heard a woman’s voice.

“...Maunan?”

It was the Tsahìk of the Maetkayina.

As soon as she heard that voice, (Y/n) jumped up and ran out.

‘Please, please…’

It was Maunan, who jumped down after her Skimwing landed. When she saw the taller woman’s face, (Y/n) burst into tears and cried loudly.

“Maunan!!!”

“Eywa… Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yes, here… c-continuously… ugh...”

“The people were very worried.”

Maunan, seeing her haggard complexion, wiped her tears and did her best to comfort her.

“How did it come to this…?”

“Y-you came to save me? Can I leave now?”

The Na’vi looked at her pitifully, imagining how strong her desire was to be back at her home in the jungle. “No, not yet. There’s a limit to how far you can go with a Skimwing. There is an Ikran rider who is leaving for the forest soon. I’ll tell him to spread the news about what happened, so hold on here for three days.”

“Three days...”

“I believe three days will be enough for the Sky People to hear about it and come back. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes, I can handle it… Thank you… Thank you…”

“No need for that. It’s my fault for not stopping the situation in time.”

After soothing (Y/n), who was sobbing in relief that she would finally escape, Maunan said that she would be going and advised her not let herself be caught by Tonowari. Only after seeing the human nodding with a tearful face did she take off on her mount.

(Y/n) was left alone on the rocky island again, but she was no longer distressed.

‘Three days… I must hold out until then.’

(Y/n) started putting into her mouth the food that Tonowari had left behind, which she had never even looked at unless she was really close to dying… Up until then, she had not experienced any flavor when she ate, but for the first time in weeks since she had been trapped there, she could taste the sweetness of the fruit. After gulping down the water, she felt much more energetic.

The next morning, Tonowari, who brought food as usual, saw for the first time that (Y/n) had emptied the food.

“Will you be eating now?”

“...Yes...”

“Good. I was worried about you…” Tonowari said caressing her cheek, whose complexion had improved. And, again, for the first time, (Y/n) did not slap his hand away.

How long had it been since (Y/n) accepted Tonowari’s touch instead of rejecting it…? The man felt as if the two of them had gone back to how it used to be in the past, even if it was only for a moment. At that time, everything was happiness. (Y/n) loved him as if she would stay by his side forever, and with that alone, Tonowari felt like he had the whole world.

And now… although it had gotten better, he could still see her gaunt face and listless appearance. Tonowari suddenly felt a surge of emotion… How had it ended up like this? ...He had been happier than anyone else, but the feeling of having ruined it with his own hands struck his hands.

“...I’ll be going now.”

In the end, Tonowari couldn’t stay long that day and ran away from the rocky island… (Y/n) still didn’t see him off, but she watched his back as he rode off on his Skimwing for a long time.

──

Two days left

The next day, (Y/n) ate all the food Tonowari had brought, and some color returned to her pale face. After finishing all the clams that she especially liked, he was once again caught up in that inexplicable feeling as he watched (Y/n) resting as if she was full.

The girl blushed and said, “If you grill the clams next time, let’s eat them together.”

He vividly remembered (Y/n)’s first day of class, when he had felt sorry for her and had tried so hard to help her out due to her not even being able to open the clams.

Now that he thought about it, Tonowari may have started paying special attention to (Y/n) since that moment. Did he know back then that this would happen? If he had known… would he still have opened that clam?

Tonowari was overcome with all sorts of emotions as he looked at (Y/n)’s body, which had always been small, but now it somehow seemed even smaller… He remembered the memory of him hugging her small frame, kissing her and smiling. He also remembered the face that pretended not to have anything going on with him and kissed him briefly when no one was looking, and the voice that whispered that she loved him.

He felt like he had ruined it all.

Looking at (Y/n)’s expressionless face, Tonowari asked impulsively, “Can I hug you just this once?”

The human turned her head at those words and stared at him for a while without saying anything before answering quietly.

“...Alright.”

As always, Tonowari lowered his body, met her gaze, and hugged her affectionately. (Y/n) did not avoid him.

──

One day left

Tonowari, who had left the rocky island as if he was running away that day, recalled the fond feelings and memories that had welled up the moment he hugged (Y/n). Those whirlwind emotions didn’t go away even after lying down on the floor of his marui, so he couldn’t fall asleep and kept tossing and turning. The nights he had spent with (Y/n) were not like that at all.

Her body would lie down and fit perfectly into his arms, whispering “Good night, Tonowari.” and she’d finally close her eyes. When he opened his eyes in the morning, (Y/n)’s round eyes and the mischievous voice that teased him for being sleepy would be the first thing he’d see.

It was Tonowari who ruined it all.

Not (Y/n).

Tonowari got up and washed his face dry, going over his mother’s words on his head.

“Tomorrow, bring (Y/n) back and… apologize.”

He couldn’t help it.

Because Tonowari loved (Y/n) too much to give up her affectionate whispers and touches.

──

The third day came and (Y/n) opened her eyes. Even though it was just dawn, the girl was biting her fingernails nervously… She sat down and swayed her legs, then jumped up and ran to the beach, narrowing her eyes and searching the distant sky.

He’d come… He said he would… He had to get her out of there.

Before Tonowari arrived…

How long did she wait like that…? Who knows, because soon enough, she started hearing the familiar sound of a propeller from afar.

It was a helicopter! It was there to pick her up!

(Y/n) was so happy that she jumped up and down in place, screaming “H-here! I’m over here!!”

“(Y/n)! Oh my god, are you okay?!”

“Ralph…! Oh, God, thank you…”

Her eyes welled up with tears as she heard the English words… Ralph’s expression of shock at her appearance, which seemed to have almost lost half its life, was vivid.

“Let’s go. Quickly, we have to leave before that crazy guy gets here!”

The island was too small and uneven for a helicopter to land on, so Ralph reached out from the cabin of the vehicle that was a short distance from the ground. Right when she was about to grab his hand, (Y/n) hesitated for a moment.

‘If I leave now… it will be the end of me with Tonowari. Our relationship will be over, just like that.’

Despite all that catastrophe, the thought of it made the blood drain from her fingertips.

“Ralph, I…”

“(Y/n)!!!”

The sound of a Skimwing’s wings flapping was heard along with that scream.

As soon as he had seen the Sky People’s machine that he had already witnessed once, Tonowari understood the situation flew towards them at a fast speed, his face turning pale.

“(Y/n), I was wrong! Please, please don’t leave!”

A desperate cry… Tonowari was pleading, yelling as if pouring out everything inside him.

“Shit, he’s already here… Get in, (Y/n)!”

“I… Wait, I...”

“If we wait any longer, it’ll be too late!”

The man grabbed (Y/n)’s hesitating hand and pulled with all his might, and (Y/n) was put on the chopper’s back. It would have been right to leave without even looking back, but the girl couldn’t take her eyes off Tonowari even after getting on the helicopter.

“(Y/n), please, please…!! I was wrong, please! Please, just stay…!!”

The pilot, after confirming that his companion was safely on board, took off straight upward. Their ride, which had risen to a point beyond the reach of the Skimwing, took off towards the forest at an incomparable speed.

“(Y/n)!!!”

Leaving behind Tonowari’s desperate cries.

Ralph looked anxiously at the strangely quiet (Y/n) behind him after having saved her in the nick of time while they headed back to the jungle.

“Are… are you alright?”

“...Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me.”

This was the right thing.

It was right to cut off that kind of relationship.

For Tonowari’s sake, and for hers.

(Y/n) kept looking back without saying a word… After flying like that for a few hours, when they arrived at the forest, the humans who had been waiting hugged her and welcomed her with tears in their eyes.

“(Y/n)! God, look at your face…! Are you okay?”

“We’re so sorry, we should have looked for you more...”

“Get in, quickly. You need to eat something warm and rest.”

She went inside and drank warm coca with marshmallows floating on top for an unknown amount of time, and then went through a health checkup just in case. Except for a slight malnutrition caused by skipping meals, everything was fine, so her colleagues breathed out a sigh of relief.

“The body is not the problem, it’s the mind...”

“Shh, be quiet.”

“Why? Did I say something wrong?”

“Just… pay attention…!”

It was already known by everyone that she had been in a relationship with Tonowari, as it had been declared by Maunan… and being imprisoned by such a lover was not an experience that could be easily overlooked. Since none of the remaining humans had majored in counseling or anything like that, they all just gave her their best wishes and let her rest in peace.

(Y/n) came into her room, saying she wanted to be alone, and swept the desk she had not seen in a long time with her hand. There was no dust, as if it had been cleaned in advance. She still didn’t feel like she was back.

The girl laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The mattress was soft, fluffy and comfortable; unrivalled to the hammock or floor of the open-plan marui. Suddenly, as she was just laying there, she felt that the bed was too cold. Was it because there was no large body that hugged her warmly? Although she had slept alone the whole time she had been on that island, the empty space felt alien, as if they he had been with her the day before.

‘No, Tonowari is a bad man who pressured me, trapped me on that island, and then shamelessly forced me not to leave.

Whether he was kind or not.

Whether he gave me a warm hug or not.

Whether he whispered that he loved me or not.’

(Y/n) knew it was nonsense, but… she wanted to see Tonowari.

She hated it so much, but was it because she realized she could never see him again? Memories of Tonowari continued to come to her mind without stopping. When he first gave her a ride, when he made her a necklace out of pretty conch shells, when he made her laugh with the kids and told her stories about shells… All her good memories were with Tonowari.

That night, the only thing that could be heard from (Y/n)’s room was the sound of sobbing and crying nonstop.

Meanwhile, the humans were not over their worries… because… Tonowari knew that (Y/n) was residing with the Omatikaya and even more so, he was the Olo’eyktan of a clan… Jake had to maintain the best possible relationship with the other tribes or, in the worst-case scenario, there would be an armed conflict.

Her friends asked Jake what he was going to do, and the former avatar decided to stick to his stance of protecting (Y/n).

“If it weren’t for (Y/n) during the war, half of us would have died. (Y/n) is like you, a member of my tribe. I survived and became the leader, but I won’t abandon my people like old shoes. Instead, we should avoid conflict as much as possible… and we should also prevent (Y/n) and Tonowari from seeing each other.”

He thought everything would be okay once the war was over, but he put his hand on his forehead, troubled by another matter.

“That Olo’eyktan… should be here by now?”

“It’s a matter of time.”

“...Even if he does something, don’t tell (Y/n).”

“Of course.”

Jake was half prepared for war, half prepared for diplomacy. He’d go with other Na’vis armed with weapons and try his best to avoid conflict, but if things went unexpectedly… While tension hung over the entire base, (Y/n) just cried in her room or slept like she was dead. She didn’t want to do anything else; she didn’t have the energy for it.

Unfortunately for the humans, time flew by… and finally, a radio message came from a tribesman who was scouting on an Ikran.

“A sea Na’vi has been spotted. He is believed to be the Olo’eyktan of the Metkayina, riding a Pa’li.”

“Hmm… How many people are with him?”

“That’s… the strange thing.”

“Strange?”

“He is alone.”

Alone? The humans who heard the radio were muttering. So, that meant he didn’t plan on using force, right? That was good… Nevertheless, why come alone? What was he thinking?

“Ha… I’ll go over there and talk to him first; don’t let (Y/n) know. It’s best if you distract her so she can’t come out at all.”

“Should be easy enough. She just cries in her room and doesn’t go out anyway.”

──

“I see you, Tonowari.”

“I see you, JakeSully.”

Jake’s palms were slightly sweaty as he faced Tonowari. The Na’vi, who was nearly 3 meters tall and had a body that would make it difficult to predict the outcome if they fought, was looking down at him.

“I will not take much of your time. Allow me to talk to (Y/n).”

“That won’t be possible. You know why.”

“I’m not here to do any harm. I just want to talk, that’s all.”

“(Y/n) won’t want to see you.”

“...I know.”

“Then you know why I have no choice but to refuse your request.”

“Just let me talk to her. The consequences will be on me.”

──

“...Jane? What are you doing at the door?”

“Huh? Oh, I… I was just looking at something.”

“I’m going out. Can you please step aside?”

“E-eh? Ahaha… Shouldn’t you sleep a little more?”

“No, I already slept for some time… I wanted to go get some fresh air.”

“The weather outside is not that great today~ Just stay in your room!”

“…? It seemed okay when I looked through the window?”

“It’s hot and humid and not pleasant...!”

The girl stared oddly at her colleague.

“What’s wrong? It looks as if you’re trying to keep me from going out.”

“Huh? O-oh, uh… No~ No, it’s just that...”

“Is there any reason why I shouldn’t go out?”

“W-what? Of course not, why would there be? Ahaha~”

“…..”

“Ahahaha...”

“Is Tonowari here?”

It was something like an intuition that even (Y/n) couldn’t explain. An instinctive inkling that Tonowari had come to see here.

“Eh? What… What are you talking about? Why would that Na’vi be here?”

“Tonowari is here, isn’t here?”

“That’s not it- (Y/n)! (Y/n), where are you going, (Y/n)!!”

She pushed past Jane and hurried down the hallway. While she was running, (Y/n) felt several hands trying to get a hold of her saying “Hey! Grab her! Don’t let her out!”. She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she shook the all off and pushed the door open with all her might and got out.

She squinted for a moment under the dazzling sunlight, then opened her eyes and looked at the spot where Tonowari was standing still. Jake made a face of defeat and gestured to his friends next to him.

“Take her back in, hurry!”

“No, let me talk to him.”

“...(Y/n)?”

“It was me who got tied up in this mess, so it’s me who has to do it, not you.”

“...I’ll be watching from the side, just in case.”

“Thanks, Jake.”

And so, (Y/n) stood in front of Tonowari for the first time in a long time.

“...(Y/n).”

“Long time no see, Tonowari.”

“...I have a lot to say.”

“Try me.”

The man fell to his knees. Jake looked back and forth between them in confusion.

“...I’m sorry. It was all my fault, and I dare not ask for forgiveness. I… I apologize for everything.”

“What do you want?”

“Just let me stay by your side.”

“Are you asking me to go back?”

“No, I shall stay with you.”

“...You’re going to stay in the forest?”

“If you permit me.”

“You- you are Olo’eyktan.”

“I’ll leave everything behind. The sea has no meaning to em without you.”

(Y/n) bit her lip and looked at Tonowari.

“If that’s the case, why did you do it?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you know how brazen you’re being right now?”

“It’s all my fault.”

“After locking me up, you think you can fix everything with a few words?”

“The morning you left, I was going to give up everything and take you out.”

“Are you expecting me to believe that?”

“You don’t have to believe it, just… know that it’s the truth.”

“...What are you going to do from now on?”

“I will atone for my sins by your side. You don’t have to love me, and you can hit me if you wish.”

“You want me to stay by your side? Even in the end, you only think about your own good.”

“...I’m sorry.”

The human looked at the sky for a moment. It was as clear as the day (Y/n) escaped from the island, and there before her was her captor kneeling, waiting for his punishment.

What did she want to do? The woman shut her mouth and stared at Tonowari.

‘Kiss me. Give it a try first and then decide.’

──

“(Y/n), are you sure about this? Really sure?”

“I told you, I really am. And don’t you remember what my major is? It makes it more convenient to love by the sea.”

“If it was going to end up like this… why did we make such a fuss about it?”

“If anything happens, be sure to contact me, okay? Charge your communication equipment frequently, and hide it somewhere Tonowari doesn’t know about.”

“Ralph will come to see me anyway. It’s okay.”

(Y/n)’s colleagues were worried about her as she prepared to leave with a bundle of luggage loaded onto the helicopter. She tried to reassure them one by one, as she didn’t want them to be so concerned. However, a large, distracting sea Na’vi kept hovering around her, unable to sit still.

“Just come and hold my hand. Don’t worry about what others think.”

“Okay…?”

They all must have been glaring at Tonowari, who they didn’t and couldn’t trust. Ralph, who had decided to go to the Metkayina regularly to check on her while delivering goods, said “I’ll keep a close eye on her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be fine.”

“Yeah, that didn’t turn out so well last time,” he said and then prepared for takeoff as soon as Tonowari got into the helicopter.

The Na’vi silently held (Y/n)’s hand, who was sitting next to him, and then carefully brought it to his mouth with anxious eyes, as if he was about to press his lips against it. (Y/n) just smiled while looking at him.

After taking them to the reef clan, unpacking her luggage and reassuring Ralph, who kept gazing at Tonowari with a distrustful look, he spoke one last time with her alone.

“Even if nothing happens, please contact me every day, okay?”

──

(Y/n) sat down comfortably, but Tonowari couldn’t help but fidget and look around.

“Sit down, this is your home.”

“...Our home.”

She looked around the marui… It felt strange, because nothing had really changed since then.

“I brought some decorations, so I’ll put it over there.”

“Do whatever you want.”

“I’ll keep the experimental equipment here. Don’t touch it.”

“I understand.”

While she unpacked, (Y/n) suddenly let out a deep breath. Tonowari seemed to hesitate before asking.

“Do you regret it?”

“You?”

“I regret many things… but I don’t regret being by your side.”

“That’s fine, then.”

When she approached Tonowari and opened her arms as if asking for a hug, he wavered for a moment and then embraced her in a familiar way.

“Listen to me carefully. If you do something like that in the future, I really won’t ever forgive you.”

“That will never happen again.”

“And be sure to thank Maunan. She saved me.”

“Of course.”

Only then did (Y/n) actually hug Tonowari’s neck and gave him a light kiss.

“Now, let’s get back to bedecking our home.”

“...Yes, our home.”

(Y/n) acted awkward for a while and didn’t express their love as freely as before. The experience had clearly left scars, and (Y/n) sometimes woke up from her sleep and looked around to see if she was back on that rocky island. Each time, she was comforted by the warmth that embraced her and gave her solace.

(Y/n) thought that was enough.

Normal – Na'vi

Italics – English

Vocabulary list: olo’eyktan (clan leader), marui (pods built in the giant mangrove-like trees alongside the shores and are protected from crashing waves by giant reef barriers), tsaheylu (bond, neural connection), tsurak (skimwing), tsahìk (head shaman, high priest, interpreter), ikran (mountain banshee), pa’li (direhorse)

[lefarte]

hello! may i have daan sfw and nsfw headcannons please? :3 take ur time if you're busy!

Kitty man….!

SFW

He’s more of a night owl than a morning person. He’ll cuddle you all morning and not let you up.

He likes to do the cooking! I firmly believe his love language is acts of service. If he’s not doing the cooking, then he’ll do the dishes. He is not keen on manual labor though. You will not convince this man to fix your car or anything. He loves you but he just won’t do it.

I call him kitty man, but he likes all animals, and pets naturally gravitate towards him. If you have pets, they will like him more than you within only a few weeks.

I imagine he can play the piano. He’s a bit rusty but he can still play. He can also sing a little tune on occasion. He’s fond of jazz. (Our modern-day music wouldn’t ‘suit his palate’.)

This is canon, but he uses odd outdated slang terms. Think “You’re off the cob” or “I’m really digging your jive.” He calls things “swell”. Though I suppose it would be trendy for the time period…?

He wears makeup! He wears lipstick and eyeliner. (Just look at his sprite, that’s lipstick.)

His skin is always a little bit cold when you hold his hand or cuddle with him. He also puts his ice-cold hands on your back randomly. Just for funsies….

As a consequence of living most of his life in dreary Rondon streets, he does NOT handle heat. He could handle having limbs sawed off, eye gouged out, seen the horrors and brutality of war and prehevil without shedding a single tear, but summer heatwaves? He’s out of commission. He will NOT go outside. Whining all day.

Daan is naturally quite curious, and takes interest in your hobbies very quickly. He can be kind of a tough critic, but he doesn’t mean it; he never tries to be unfair. He’d be especially pleased if you have any passion for literature, or art.

Judges u for reading fanfiction 🤨

NSFW

I’m of the belief that Daan’s favorite act is not p in v. Penetration doesn’t rile him up. Now, if it was watching you fuck yourself with a dildo, it would be different. He prefers outercourse over intercourse. Frotting, fingering, mutual masterbation… oral… THAT’S the kind of thing he likes.

Daan is a switch. But regardless of whether he’s dominant or submissive to you, he prefers to be the one doing the work. He likes to be the one who touches you, less so the other way around.

He has a deep fascination with bondage. The feel of it, the aesthetics of it, and the aspect of vulnerability. I think most of his fantasies involve bondage. Collars and leashes are his favorite.

A lot of Daan’s private fantasies revolve around the idea of ‘casual bondage’. Think, one partner is tied up, blindfolded and left in a room while one goes to run some errands, or sit by and read as if nothing is even wrong. Or perhaps a free use dynamic where sex can happen any time, any place…

Daan has a bit of a thing for public sex. If you’re in a restaraunt or a park that just so happens to be empty, he might get a little frisky and just happen to find his hand somewhere…

He’s also into exhibitionism in general. He’d be excited by the idea of making a sex tape. He wouldn’t suggest it on his own, but he’d think about it in his off time. Threesomes are also an idea he fancies.

….Hes also a cuckhold. He enjoys watching you being railed while touching himself… I really think this is true to his character.

He prefers gentle sex over rough sex. If the sex is rough, it’s usually more verbally dirty talking than physically rough. He can’t help being a little doting over you. He just likes the romance.

[spiriteddreams]

i'm sorry (liar)

you should have known, fake dating never ends well. but what can you do when you are just a fool in love? Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort Word Count: ~1k

“because i love you!” you cry out, hands shaking in front of your chest as if you were cradling the pieces of your heart. you think you can feel the pieces in your hand, shattered, worn, crumbling and yet you still try to hold them to your chest. “i love you more than i should and it’s so hard to keep pretending every single day that i don’t! i can’t keep pretending to be in this… relationship with you when my feelings are on the line! it’s eating me up inside and i’m sorry! i’m sorry… okay?”

it’s silent. the worst kind of silence. the one that lives in the shadows and slithers behind your back to taunt you, leering in your face with cruel eyes and a twisted smile. it tightens around your chest until you choke on air and it jolts you back to the present. but he just stares at you, and that blank expression on his face stings.

“i— i don’t know what to say.”

“of course you don’t.” your laugh is dry and unfamiliar, shocking yourself and him. he swallows thickly, eyes searching yours to read the emotions that are clear across your face. he sees the hurt, the humiliation, the puffy eyes and previously shed tears. because of him. and when you speak to him, it’s void of the gentleness and grace he was once so accustomed to. you realize it doesn’t sound like you at all, devoid of any emotion. “you never do, do you? here i am, spilling out my stupid feelings in front of you like an absolute fool and—“

“what am i supposed to say, sorry? i’m sorry, okay?” his chest heaves, as if they took all the breath from his lungs, and you want to take that word from his lips and crush it in your palm. he doesn’t deserve that word. sorry.

it is poison on his tongue, slippery but sweet, false comfort that you once thought you could indulge him. he says “sorry” like it’s just a word. it holds no weight when it falls from his tongue. because al-haitham is a man of schemes, and more often than not, the word “sorry” is just a word on a script. he plays the part well, too well in fact. he lures in his prey and when the time is right, makes a swift departure in the form of an excuse.

“i simply wish to return back to my life before this disaster,” he had shrugged. “i’m simply a feeble scholar, i have no intention to cause any extra unnecessary stress in my life.”

you scoff, “unnecessary stress? is that what you call this… relationship?”

he’s silent. you take that as your answer.

“you can’t tell me this isn’t fake anymore.”

he sighs and looks away, “we entered this relationship for the benefit of us both, to get people to stop asking questions and to steer them in a different direction. if you knew that this was going to happen you should have said something beforehand.”

what do you say to that? what do you say to someone who believes himself to think so logically and plan so far ahead that any emotions gathered and strung up along the way aren’t even factored in? and the worst part is, you know why he’s doing this. because al-haitham has always valued logic over emotion, and whether or not he might have the hint of the same shared feelings as you, it’s near impossible to tell by the way he is so nonchalant in brushing you off. it’s as if he’s trying to get rid of this, get rid of you before he realizes his own feelings. perhaps it’s your turn to get rid of him before they worsen.

“whatever,” you turn around to leave. “i won’t waste your time any longer.” you don’t see the way your words sting him and the way his mouth twitches downwards. he doesn’t quite like the way your back faces him, or the tenseness in your muscles, or the way you scoff in what sounds like disappointment to his ears. the door opens and shuts before he can process what happens, and he’s left to grasp at air.

//

“i’m sorry.”

you stare at him thoughtfully, eyes moving ever so slightly as if reading words off of his face. he hopes those silent words are enough to convince you. now, months later, he finds himself at your door with those same words on his lips. they taste different now, more bitter and desperate, laced with months worth of distraught emotions at the distance you had slowly but surely put between the two of you. 

“do you even know what you’re sorry for?” you sound tired but calm. he opens his mouth to respond, but closes it when nothing comes out. there’s so much to apologize for and yet he doesn’t know where to start.

“it’s fine, al-haitham.” the smile that crosses your face doesn’t meet your eyes. it’s like you know what he’s trying to say through the gaps of silence, and yet you refuse to hear it. the sharp shake of your head is like a snapping thread, like you’ve yanked his end from his hands and have started to curl it around yours, as if to bandage your shattered pride. but your pride has long since healed, at least from what al-haitham can tell. now it is his own feelings and mess of thoughts that he’s left to piece together. but the bandage and glue that you used to piece yourself back together is still held tightly in your hands and he doesn’t know how to ask for it.

“don’t you think it’s rather too late to be searching for closure?” you hum, tilting your head thoughtfully. al-haitham realizes he doesn’t like this side of you. you’re too calm, too logical, too ignorant of the war of emotions that rages on in his head. he wants to go back, jump through time, pray to the archons he once rolled his eyes at and ask if he could have one chance to fix a mistake that he hadn’t realized would have spiraled into this mess. he knows now what it means to be in love with someone who won’t love you back. you, don’t love him back, not anymore. he thinks it’s hard to learn how to love. and maybe if he had learned sooner, he might not be the fool who realized too late. he wishes he would have known sooner and he wishes you still feel the same.

or, perhaps you're both liars.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: idk sorry about the bad ending

[toomanyopinionss]

My thoughts while watching

The Umbrella Academy (S4)

…HUH?!

ummmmm i’m sorry, what the ever loving FUCK did i just have the displeasure of watching?

spoilers btw, this is gonna be very raw and off the chest

i don’t know what to say, this was disappointment after disappointment. i don’t want to dog pile automatically though, so I’ll list out the very few things i liked about this season before i descend into madness:

The first two episodes. well paced and entertaining. although this could easily go on the bad list, cause they gave me false hope for this season.

nick offerman and megan mullally. ALWAYS a treat to see them on my screen.

Klaus’s relationship between Allison and Claire. very sweet.

a couple songs on the soundtrack

the fact that this season was short

i’m not joking that’s literally it. this was sooooo bad, i’m actually shocked.

let’s address the elephant in the room.

the character assassination of five needs to be studied

what the hell happened?! What happened to the guy that genuinely cared about his family? he didn’t abandon his family after FORTY some years in the future, and a jaunt to the past, but all of a sudden, he was ready to give up just like that??

his character this season was unfocused and lame. he looked bored half the time and unconcerned the other half. LUTHER felt more connected to this story than this mf did. remember when he murdered a room full of people? remembered when he kinda comforted klaus, or helped diego out, or had a heart to heart with viktor? this seasons five is like night and day from the old one.

and him and LILA?! barf

BARF. TOMATO TOMATO WHO ASKED FOR THIS?

i refuse to watch this sixty year old man in the body of a literal teenager poorly masquerading as a man get together with the wife of his brother, i won’t do it. the boy looks 18, come on are you fucking serious?!

oh but that’s not my only issue i ASSURE YOU

this season was a half baked, rush job to line netflix’s pockets.

and it could have been sooo good.

what do you mean, no one knows how ben died??

what do you mean the timelines are merging in on each other and people are noticing??

they completely dropped the ball off the face of the planet. this felt like a 10 page paper that was written in an hour. there’s soooo many plot holes, there’s no antagonist, nothing felt like it had meaning. nothing really mattered.

and speaking of not mattering, you know what completely breaks my heart? Ben.

i want someone to look me dead in my eyes and tell me that man was actually a legitimate character and not a plot device. ive never seen a character done so dirty in EVERY SINGLE SEASON ARE YOU JOKING? they never let his character breath. the only tear i shed this season was when he looked at viktor and cried, saying he was scared. that’s when i realized that the writers really don’t give a shit about him… they don’t care about his character arc, HE NEVER EVEN HAD ONE. it felt weird and disgusting.

i’m not gonna talk abt the end.

i’m done, i can’t do this anymore. i feel deceived. i feel like i wasted my time watching this series. the people behind the show clearly didn’t care about it, so why should I?

2/10, fuck this.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Crying. Fucking sobbing. I’ve needed to cry for a long time now, without being able to shed a single tear…I just wasn’t expecting to finally let it all out to the sound of some man on my phone screen telling me it’s my body, his choice.

I am so disgusted and deeply disturbed, and I stand with everyone who’s going to be affected by this. We won’t give up. We won’t give up.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Helping Hand 12

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of divorce, manipulation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, 40s reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“It won’t do to have you so far from me,” Jonathan rebukes as he angles you through a new doorway. The vague scent of sandalwood tinges the are, “so I should have you close.”

He sets you on the bed, larger than your previous one, as you groan and reach to the strap of your sling. Your shoulder is at battle with your hip as to which can cause more agony. On that front, this man wins all. He has sparked in you a pain much deeper than the physical.

“Dear,” he brushes his fingertips over your forehead, “you are due for more painkillers. Perhaps tea and something to eat. You won’t do well to keep taking the pills on an empty stomach.”

You whimper as you try to shift yourself, your back at an awkward angle against the single pillow. He’s quick to bend over you once more, dragging over another pillow and adjusting you just so. You stop your squirming and relent to his control. You turn your face away as tears glisten along the rims of your eyes.

“You will be better, darling, but you need to relax. Let me take care of you,” he caresses your cheek, “did you ever have a man to do so?”

You bite back a retort. You wouldn’t need him if he hadn’t sabotaged you. You didn’t need any man before him, you’d shed the dead weight of your ex-husband happily. It’s only now, trapped with another, that you realise what a relief that had been.

“I understand, the pain overwhelms you,” he leans in to kiss your forehead, “let me fetch you your medicine.”

He struts away. You peek at his departure, seeing his lithe steps and well-forged shoulders strut away. He’s a finely built man, handsome, but something sinister makes him hideous. You knew from the moment you met him, he was too good to be true. As anything ever is.

You turn your head left then right. You take in the strange space. The decor is just as precise and refined as the rest of the house. You prefer the simplicity of your apartment. That morsel of security you’d built there. All the pretty things in the world couldn’t make this bearable.

A light catches your eye, the subtle buzz of vibration. You see your phone case, magenta with a plum trim, on the sleek white dresser. Your lip trembles as you tense. You pause and listen to the house through the open door.

You’re not entirely helpless. You won’t surrender this easily. You take several breaths, bracing yourself for the effort of rolling onto your side. You use the momentum to get your feet to the floor and lean on the nightstand to gain your balance.

Your leg buckles but you don’t fall. You grip your side and hobble a single step, swaying, collecting yourself before the next. Your heart beats faster and faster as your progress across the room is slow and faltering. You don’t have much time.

You nearly collapse against the dresser. You barely keep it from clattering against the wall loudly, the jewellery tray and lamp wobbling but not turning over. You pick up your phone and swipe up the screen. The lock’s been removed. Shit.

The notification is a system reminder to put unused apps to sleep. You swipe it away and tap onto your contacts. Andy’s number is gone and every message he spammed in the hours before your desolation. Good riddance.

Your mom’s number scrolls under your thumb. You haven’t seen her since the family Christmas before your divorce. She wasn’t happy about it. Somehow she took the dissolution of your marriage personally.

You don’t need friends, you just need the police. You bring up the keypad and a red icon blinks back at you. No sim. Your pulse thrums in your throat and temples. You’re fucked.

Your legs fold and you slip onto the floor. You’re once more helpless on your back, like a turtle in its shell. You clutch the gutted phone in your hand and stare at the ceiling. You hear his approach, the soft rattle of porcelain and pills.

“Oh, my,” Jonathan enters and there’s a clink as he sets down the tray in his hands.

You watch him numbly as he comes to you. First, he takes the phone and places it back on the dresser. Then he scoops you up and brings you back to the bed. He’s careful to pull the covers to your waist this time. He lingers to run his hands over your hair and straighten the shirt on your shoulders.

“I’ve made certain you won’t be disturbed in your recovery. Myself as well. I’ve spoken with the store manager and he will keep me updated with any urgent issues.” He parts and retrieves the tray, coming back to rest it on the nightstand. “You will have my undivided care.”

You cringe and let your vision blur. He takes the bowl from the tray and cradles it over his lap, stirring with the spoon.

“Soup, it should be light on your stomach,” he explains, “you do need to eat. You wouldn’t want to add to your troubles.”

You blink and say nothing. He sighs but doesn’t reproach you. That noise is reprimand enough. He raises the spoon before your lips and you open your mouth. You look above you, avoiding a glance in his direction. You let him feed you, wanting it to just be over.

There’s a dribble along your lip. He tuts and sets the spoon back in the bowl. He brings his thumb up to wipe away the soup from your lower lip, his touch creeping up as he dips inside your mouth. Your eyes widen and meet his as he delves further in, turning his hand to push your mouth snug around him.

“I know you’re not used to someone taking care of you. That you never had anyone who wanted to,” he says as he drags his finger back out, curling his fingers to brush his knuckles along your cheek, “it’s what you’ve always wanted. What you need.”

He retracts his hand and scoops up more of the soup, “it’d be easier if you just admitted it. Darling,” he brings the spoon to your mouth again, “if only you knew all the things I would do for you.”

[nrdmssgs]

Ok, I made a thing.

This is Zhar, the baby is Anya. Anya is the daughter of Nikolai and Freya 'Mini' Mactavish. Mini belongs to @sofasoap

This is not some kind of creepy 'twilight' thing, I swear. This is my girl finding her big platonic love in an AU where she doesn't end up with Nikolai.

And a little story to this picture.

“That flight attendant checked you out. Once again!” Freyas brain begged her to shut up. However, MacTavishes blood kept boiling, encouraging her to go on and try to distract the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant.

In fact Mini was scared. She was afraid of Olga back in the days of her service with Price and that fear only grew when Olga left 141 and Lt Zhar was born. Poorly hiding his pride, Nikolai told her, how that woman didn’t shed a single tear the morning, she woke up with a half-burnt body. Hiring her was obviously the move that boosted his already huge ego. But Mini didn’t trust people, who seemed to have no soft corners.

And Zhar was all teeth and claws.

Mini didn’t like her husband’s initial idea to send Olga bodyguarding her. It felt easier for her to walk down the street alongside Krueger – he at least would express any emotion besides cold concentration. But Mini couldn’t argue, when Nik pointed out, that Olga draws not that much attention than a huge loud guy, threatening everyone around just with his posture. Besides, Zhar had this natural feeling of a crowd: she read surrounding movements and moods as if she read other peoples minds. And this was critical for where Mini went.

The good news were, that everything went so smoothly – Freya could as well spend all this time alone. No threats, no nothing. The bad news was the MacTavish blood, that begged Mini to stir her bodyguard up. She craved a human interaction that went at least a bit beyond “wait here”, “please let me do the talking”, “if you need me – I am right behind your door”. She wanted bubbly flustered girly gossips for god’s sake!

Sadly, she had to deal with Olga, who refused to play any social games.

“Hes no threat, Mini, don’t worry.”

“No! I mean, he checked you out! Like a hot thing you are.”

Zhars fingers froze for a moment hovering over her laptop keyboard. Freya smiled in anticipation, but her bodyguard just nodded to herself and went back to typing, as if she just needed a minute to find the most suitable wording for her email.

“Oh, c’mon, really? You wont even glance at him?”

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, persistent misuse of a cheap cologne, ‘Oliver’ badge and a widest smile on this plane.” Olga finally looked away from her screen. “Mini, love, if you are trying to test me – yes, I do memorize people surrounding you.”

“No-o-o-o.” Mini almost mewled. “This wasn’t any test, I just wanted to gossip, or to have a little laugh, or just to chat. You know, like the real people usually do?”

Zhar sighed and closed her laptop.

“Ok, show me her.”

“Again? Olya, we watched Anyas photos just before the flight. You don’t have to pretend to be interested in my daughter this hard. We can talk about any other thing!” Mini had to dig her fingers into her own forearm to force herself to continue speaking without blushing from fear and embarrassment.

Zhar insisted on watching Anyas photos yet again. As Freya was showing her the same pictures, they looked at just an hour ago, she noticed how her bodyguards face softened.

“You should think about having a baby too. It's fun, you know-“ Minis mind wasn’t following her own tongue fast enough. By the time, she cut herself out – it was too late.

“You’re MacTavish, and MacTavish knows no fear,” rang her mother’s voice in her head as she slowly turned to face Olga.

Mini tried to joke herself out of this uncomfortable situation, tell something about ‘obviously meeting the right man or woman, going on a pair of dates, and getting to the baby question only after that, but Zhar ended her suffering.

“Mini, there won’t be anyone for me.”

“Wha-?”

“There is nobody for me.” Olga repeated. “I break several laws all around the world on a daily basis, I have not been with anyone from the start of my service in the TF, my back looks like a well-done steak, my head costs a shit ton of money on an underworld market. At this point, there is nobody out there.”

“That’s…” Mini didn`t want to point the obvious out, so she bit her tongue and didn’t say ‘sad’.

“That is a choice. And I’m ok with that. I let go of all that stuff, you know?” Zhar smiled awkwardly. “Will they, won’t they… and then they finally are. And they tell each other ‘you are the love of my life, you’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on’. And the church bells ring and someone’s auntie is crying ugly on the last row… I just let it all go. And my life didn’t become miserable. If anything – it became easier to breathe.”

Freya suddenly felt guilty. She knew, that by the time their plane will touch the ground – Nik would already be in the airport. Waiting for the love of his life. And Zhar would report to him, salute to Mini. Then she will turn away and go to a big cold Chimeras base. For some reason Mini couldn’t picture Olga coming to her home. As much as she respected Zhars decision to fence herself off any close relationship – Freya felt bad for not being able to truly share the family love with her.

“Hey, can I have your phone for a minute? Always wanted to try this airdrop* feature, do you mind?” Mini lied – she used this feature a hundred times already. She just wanted to give Olga at least something. So, she sent her a photo of Anya in her bunny onesie. And the one with Anya on Nikolais helicopter seat. And the one with Anya trying a peach for the fist time. It wasn’t much, but these were the photos, Zhar kept asking to show her again and again.

After that flight they parted for quite a long time. Olga had a ton of work, and Mini had a work, a little angel, a husband, trying to spoil that little angel rotten, and a brother, risking his dumb ass constantly.

Every time Freya visited the Chimera base – she knocked on Olga’s door in the hope of an answer. And after a few months it finally happened.

“Come in. Unless it’s Krueger. Fuck off Krueger!” Zhar sounded as if she was in a good mood, although Mini still had to urgently cover little Anyas ears.

Freyas stepped in Zhars office and greeted her.

“Yeah, hi, love. Grab a seat, I need to finish this letter and then I`m all your-“ Olga fell silent, when she saw the baby in Minis arms.

“Ehm, hi… We thought, it would be nice to visit our favorite Chimera Lieutenant.” Freya stepped in the dimly lit office. Anya was staring around with a wide-open mouth.

Zhar didn’t move, she seemed to didn’t even breathe. She looked at Anya with wide eyes full of uncertainty or confusion.

“So, this is where your auntie Olya works.” Freya started telling her daughter, pointing on Olgas desk. “Auntie Olya is very busy, she helps daddy with so many things, so we will just look and be very quiet, like little mice, ok?”

“Can I-“ Zhar started talking, but Nikolais voice from the hall cut her out.

“Lastochka?* Can I have you for a minute?”

Mini was ready to turn to exit when Olga snapped out “Can I please hold her?”. She sounded unfamiliar, her voice was low, tearful, as if Zhar was fighting a lump coming up her throat.

“Of course! Anya loves new faces, here…” Freya handed the baby to Olga and turned around to follow Nikolais voice.

“Don’t worry, I will pick her up in a few min-“

“You are the love of my life…” Mini stopped in her tracks as these words reached her ears. Zhars voice was full of tears. Freya looked back in shock and saw Zhar, the notorious Chimeras Lieutenant with shiny wet cheeks.

She held Anya as if she was made of a glass and as if she was her only hope at the same time. The next words she spoke, were quiet, almost inaudible. But Mini already knew these words.

“You’re the most important person on earth, your happiness is from now on my only mission, your smile is my reason to go on.”

Airdrop – a technology, letting apple phone users to send each other multimedia files.

Lastochka – a swallow. Nikolais nickname for Mini.

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I’ll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

Part 3!!

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentioned of weddings, children, domestic abuse, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, Mentions of sex, engagements, bruises, guilt, mentions of death

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

Penelope had looked up at Dave and then they both just stared at you, Aaron, and Mason with sympathetic eyes. You never came to Aaron to bring Jake into their lives. You were just trying to get out of your relationship, to lead a better life for Mason.

But now, Jake knows where you are, he knows Aaron has been with you. He’s never been fond of Aaron, especially when he knows you and Aaron have a history, that you two were engaged and you still loved him even though he broke your heart. Jake knew that, Jake was the one to help you get over Aaron in the first place. Jake was there for you when Aaron wasn’t. There’s never been a doubt that you would ever cheat on Jake though.

As much as you couldn’t stand him, you still fell into that trap of loving him no matter what. He was your husband, and he still is. You don’t even know if Aaron still loved you. Like, who could love you after what you’ve been through? Trauma, abuse, physical, emotional, and mental, who the hell was to love you if you couldn’t love yourself?

You stood up, taking Mason from Aaron’s arms and quickly packing the bag that was once packed. Aaron stood up next to you, shedding his suit jacket quickly so that he can maneuver more easily.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“I’m going home.”

Penelope looked at you and then looked at Aaron, a mix of worry, fear, and sadness flashed in her eyes while saying, “He said he’ll kill you.”

“He’ll say it, but he doesn’t mean it. Trust me, I would know. I’ve been with him for 11 years. This. This is my life. Empty threats, yeah he’ll hit me, maybe throw something at me, but he won’t kill me. I’m who he needs. He can’t take care of Mason by himself, he won’t cook dinner for himself, he needs me.”

“No, Y/n, he doesn’t need you. I’m not letting you leave. You don’t know when he’ll snap, if anything, today might be the day. I can’t let you walk out of my life like that. I can’t let today of all days be the last time I see you alive. I won’t do it.”

Today was supposed to be your wedding day, all those years ago. You should have been celebrating your anniversary today, but instead, you’re fighting to get out of an abusive relationship. In any other world, it should have been you and Aaron and your 6 kids. But the world you were living in, didn’t work out. You wish it would have.

Every single day, your heart and mind was filled with regret for not fighting harder. It only made it worse when Jake started to point out your flaws and would say things like “no wonder why Aaron left you” or “Aaron was lucky to get out of his engagement before he married you”.

It was hurtful. What you thought you had with Aaron was the best thing to ever happen to you. You got with Jake and the honeymoon phase was over shortly, he quickly became very mean, and rude, every word in the dictionary that you could describe that awful man.

You started at Aaron when he brought up today. You don’t know what his coworkers know about you two, but they sure as hell were going to find out one way or another.

“Um, sir, why is today so important?”

You looked at Aaron’s tear-filled eyes as he held your son in his arms. The son that you wish Aaron and you got to have, but instead the son you and Jake had. When Aaron took a breath, it reminded you of those same eyes that stared at you on your and Jake’s wedding day. The eyes that you were trying to plead with to say “I object” at the wedding.

“I only want to say it once. Where’s the rest of your team?”

Rossi had moved to go move the team into the conference room and Penelope followed behind him, allowing you and Aaron some privacy. When you heard the door shut, you continued packing. Aaron quietly rocked Mason back and forth, not a word spoken from either of you.

Until you heard a sniffle. It didn’t come from you and it wasn’t a Mason sniffle, it was Aaron’s. When you looked at him again, he was sitting on his desk holding your son and staring at you while he had been crying.

“Aaron, you can’t cry and hold my son. You can’t cry in your office. You can’t cry on today of all days.”

You took your sleeping son from his arms and put him in the car seat. When you got him buckled in, you put your backpack on and looked at Aaron.

“Why can’t I cry? Huh? Mason should have been ours. You and Jake should have never happened. We should be married, we should have had our 6 kids or as many as you wanted. I was loving another woman when I was still in love with you. She died because of me. Jake will kill you, Y/n. You have to realize that.”

“No. No. You don’t get to do that. You can’t say that. Jake won’t kill me. I’m going to him before he comes here. You disabled the tracker, it’s fine. Mason is not ours. You don’t know Jake as I do. Aaron, You have Jack. I’m sure Haley didn’t die because of you.”

“She did. Everything that I feared with you, happened to her. I couldn’t see my son for 3 months because he was in witness protection. I missed his birthday, I missed his first soccer game, and I missed out on 3 months of interaction because a serial killer was after them. She was murdered by a serial killer, George Foyet, the Reaper. What if that had been you? What if I had been left alone to raise 6 kids.”

You didn’t know the details of Hailey’s death. You only knew that she was dead because of Sean. He had reached out to you to tell you. He always rooted fro you and Aaron from the beginning. He always wanted you and Aaron to be together for the rest of your lives, but it didn’t work out like that.

“Aaron, you hold a special place in my heart. You always will. You were the first and last man I had ever loved. You were the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I know you wouldn’t have given me the amount of trauma that Jake has given me and will continue to give me, especially after this stunt I pulled. He’ll slap me around a bit, it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

When you looked at Mason in his carrier, you then looked up at Aaron and stepped closer to him, taking his hand in yours. Oh, how you missed the feeling of his hand in yours. 2

“I’m sorry you went through losing Haley. I didn’t know the details of the death, when Sean told me she was killed I didn’t want to press you for questions when I met up with you. I just wanted to talk about good things, especially when I knew it’d be the last time I would see you. We don’t have any children together, we never got married. Life could have turned out much different if we both fought harder, but we didn’t. That’s on both of us. Each of us got an ending that neither one of us wanted, but that’s nobody’s fault to blame but ours.”

“I wish we would have gotten our happy ending. It deserved to be you and I and 6 little kids that look like the perfect mix of you and I.”

You gave him a sympathetic look and then looked at the clock on his wall. It was only then that you noticed a small picture of you and him from all those years ago on his desk. You simply wiped your tear and let go of his hand.

“Your team is waiting for us. I want to thank them, tell them who you really were to me, and then I’m leaving.”

You went to pick up Mason’s car seat from the ground and Aaron had to turn away to ignore the bruises and cuts that covered your lower back.

It was tearing him to pieces knowing you were going to walk out of the BAU today and he might never see you alive again. He didn’t want to see you in a casket, him dropping roses off at the cemetery once a week, watching Mason grow up in an orphanage because his only loving parent was dead and the son of a bitch that killed his mom would be behind bars as long as Aaron lived.

“Let me carry him. Relax.”

Aaron took Mason’s car seat carrier from me and we walked into the conference room. The team all stopped talking and looked at you and Aaron. Aaron placed Mason’s car seat down on the table and he stood by it, gently rocking Mason back to sleep.

“So, you’re probably all wondering more about me. I’m sure you all know I’ve had some type of past with Aaron, so here it goes. I was best friends with Sean growing up, then I slowly fell in love with Aaron as he did with me. We got engaged 13 years ago, and about two months before our wedding, I ended the engagement.”

You watched Aaron tense up. In a room full of profilers, only you knew that he tensed up because you weren’t the one who ended the engagement, he was. He knew you were lying for him. You shouldn’t be protecting him. But that’s the girl who he was in love with. The one who put everyone else first but herself. He fell in love with you because you two were similar, he put everyone else first before he put himself, and that’s why both of you would be taken care of. Well, that’s how it first worked out in his mind, but here, watching you, there’s no way in hell he’s going to lose you again.

You took a deep breath and continued, looking away from Aaron.

“Today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary. We remained friends after the engagement. Well, it took me a long time to come around to him because I had so much guilt about it. It took me a year before I was going out and had a good time. I met Jake shortly after but then started seeing him romantically. He knew all about Aaron. Jake was the one to tell me not to blame myself, but then Jake and I got together, and Aaron and I started doing monthly lunches when we could. I learned he fell in love with Haley, and he learned about Jake, but only the good, I was too scared to tell him the bad. So yes, we do have a history. I’m leaving back to my home. You’ve all been great to me, I wish I would have met you all under better circumstances. Thank you for getting the tracker out of my car. I hope we meet again. You all have been wonderful.”

“No, no, you can’t go. He’ll kill you. He said he’ll kill you.”

“Oh, sweet, sweet, Penelope. I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s your sunshine that gets me through the days, knowing that Aaron’s got sunshine at work when he’s not with Jack.”

The team stood closer to you and you shook everyone’s hand. Not a set of dry eyes in that room. You felt Penelope squeeze your body and heard her let out a little sob. Why were they crying so much over you? You don’t know them personally. You loved that they were so kind to you and your son, but you didn’t know them personally. They didn’t know everything that went on in your life. They didn’t know what you were going home to.

The only person in the entire room, who knew what you were going through, was the one man who put you into this position. Had he never broken your heart, you’d still be with him. He had been abused by his father, he was a victim, too.

When you got to Aaron, you just looked at him. The words failing you once again after all these years. You weren’t ready to say goodbye. You knew that you wouldn’t be seeing him again, especially when Jake founds out you had the tracker disabled and you went into a government building.

Rossi said, “We’ll give you two some privacy.”

When the team slowly filed out of the room, Rossi shut the door behind him and you looked at Aaron. Simultaneously, you both grabbed each other into a hug. You needed to tell Aaron you’d be okay. The problem was, that’s what you were telling yourself, and your words were not coming out of your mouth. You thought you began to speak but you realized it was him.

“I need you to be okay, please. I promise I will put Jake in jail. I will get you sole custody of Mason. Even though I’m not a practicing attorney, if I have to become a lawyer again, I will. When this is all over, I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I just need you to be okay. Please stay with me. Stay here if you don’t want to stay with Jack and I. Rossi lives in a mansion, he has an extra bedroom, extra two bedrooms, and he has all the space you need to live with Mason. Just please don’t go, Y/n. I need you to be okay, I’m telling you, Jake will snap. You have to believe me.”

“Aaron, I’m leaving. Okay? I have to go. Just let me go. I need to go back to him. He’ll only be more upset with me if I don’t go back to him.”

Aaron cupped your face. It sent chills down your spine because of the way you felt to be touched by him again. It wasn’t even sexual. You would stand there, in his arms, and just want to be held by him for as long as you could.

Being in Aaron’s arms just felt right. You couldn’t deny the feeling of safe and comfort of being in his arms. A part of you felt guilty for being this way, but for the years of abuse you had to endure, you shouldn’t feel guilty.

“I don’t want to let you go. If I let you go, I will never see you again.”

“Aaron. You have to let me go. Let me face him, give your attorney my work email. I know you can track that down. Well, maybe not you, but Penelope. Penelope can track me down. I go by my maiden name at work, so, please. Have them get in contact with me please.”

You let go of Aaron and saw how upset he was. If he had been this upset with you many years ago, you don’t know if you would have been able to leave him after what he had done to you. He was hurt. You don’t know how he was hurting when you were the one who was in an abusive relationship.

Mason started fussing and you looked at Aaron. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He was afraid that he would never get to see you again. He would never get to hold you in his arms again. He was afraid that if he let you walk out, the next time he’d see you is if Jake had beaten you to death. Or what scared him the most was the thought that he’d have to console your son when his mom was in a casket, being put 6 feet deep while Jake would rot in prison. If you wound up dead, Aaron sure as hell was not letting Jake get away with it.

“Aaron, I really have to go. I’m sorry. Whatever happens, just know I have always loved you. You hold a special place in my heart Aaron Hotchner. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder for us. Don’t blame yourself for whatever happens to me. I’ll be okay. I’m always okay, remember? Thank you for what you have done for me, Aaron. I mean it. You were my one true love. I know I might not have been yours, but just know you were mine. I really have to go. I love you, Hotchner.”

You leaned up, kissing his cheek. You didn’t miss the way his eyes closed when you touched his cheek and kissed it. You didn’t miss how his tear had landed on you when you were saying goodbye to him. You didn’t miss the way your heart broke saying goodbye to one of the good things in your life.

Just as you were walking out of the office, you didn’t miss him whispering, “I love you. Please be safe.”

As you made your way back into your car, you didn’t know what your fate would be. You just took a deep breath, got Mason into his seat, fixed up your car so that it looked clean, and then got in the driver’s seat. As you took one last look around of a safe place, you started to drive back home.

You didn’t know what hell would await you. You didn’t want to think what was to happen in the next hour or so. You just wanted to think of something good. So you thought back to one of yours and Aaron’s happy memories.

**12 years ago**

“Honey? Are you about ready to go? We don’t want to be late for the wedding.”

One of your best friends was getting married. Your were dragging Aaron along with you for the night. Knowing that one of the groomsmen had a thing for you and you weren’t putting up with it tonight. You know he just wanted to get the night over with, get you back home so you two could be in your bed, naked, and spending quality time together.

“I’m coming, Hotchner.”

When you walked down the hallway, he was putting his suit jacket on and he stopped when he saw you.

“Wow. You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

As he pulled you into a kiss, he squeezed your butt, making you chuckle. You knew he was going to be handsy tonight. You knew that he’d be love drunk following you around, wherever you were going at the wedding. That’s what made you so excited to marry him. In just a few short months, it was going to be you and him, celebrating your marriage with your friends and family.

“Let’s go to the wedding, we’re going to have a great night. You’ll have all the whiskey you could imagine, we’ll dance a little bit, kiss a little bit, and have some fun.”

“I’m down with that.”

As you two rode in the car together, you singing along to whatever came on the radio, Aaron’s hand on your thigh, and you smiling just made Aaron fall more in love with you. He loved that you were an outgoing person. How you could walk into a room and brighten up anyones day.

As the ceremony went on and the night grew old, you found yourself back on the dance floor with Aaron. He began to smile at you. You were dancing and singing along. You got him to join in too. Maybe it was too mich whiskey in him, maybe it was because he found the person to get him out of his shell. A slow song playing from the DJ as you two danced away.

When both of your heartbeats fell into sink with one another as he held your body close and swayed back and forth to the music, he looked into your eyes, smiling forming on his lips.

“I can’t wait for this to be us at our wedding. Just you and I, on the dance floor, surrounded by our family and friends, swaying to the beat of the music.”

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life as Mrs. Hotchner.”

“And you will be the best Mrs. Hotchner in the entire world.”

It was that small memory that reminded you how much you loved Aaron. It was a happy moment that you held onto for a long time, especially when you needed to get through the rough patches in your relationship with Jake.

**Aaron had watched you back your car and drive away. He didn’t notice Rossi walked into the room with him until he heard him speak.

“Why are you letting the purest thing in your life get away?”

“She doesn’t want me to go after her, Dave. She doesn’t want me. At some point she did, but Jake knows where she was. She said that nothings going to happen to her, but we’ve seen these cases.”

“Then go after her, Aaron! Protect her.”

“I can’t!”

Tensions were rising between them, but that’s because Aaron’s emotions were coming into play. As a unit chief, he was always able to hide them away for the most part, but not this time. Not when you, the love of his life might wind up dead.

“I’m going to be the reason he kills her. I can’t do that to myself. I can’t let her be the 2nd woman I love, die, because of me. Two little boys motherless because of me. I won’t do it, Dave. I have to trust her. I don’t want too, but I have too. If she says he won’t kill her, maybe he won’t. I don’t want to put her in jeopardy by showing up to try and protect her.”

Dave handed him a case file and said, “This. This is what you’d be protecting her from.”

Aaron was confused. Why was Rossi handing him a file? It wasn’t the BAU’s case. He knows Jake wasn’t a criminal. Well, he wasn’t caught for domestic violence just yet, but Aaron will make sure that happens soon. He knows who you married. A case file is not important. The last thing Aaron wants to do is work on another case.

“What is this?”

“When we were going through her car, we saw a box of photos and letters. We confiscated them to help her case. We didn’t realize she’d be going back. Garcia started reading through some of them, Reid went through all of them. They’re all addressed to you, Aaron. It’s like a box of unsent letters. This file is just an over view. The photos. I have the letters in your office. JJ’s taking Jack for the night, Henry wants a sleepover with him. You can’t be with him when you read those letters. Just know, when you read whatever she wrote, every intimate detail, every curse, every blessing, just know she wrote it for a reason. The monster in there, that’s who you’re trying to protect her from. You’re not the one she needs to be protected from.”**

You didn’t know what your future had in store for you. You didn’t know if you’d be alive tomorrow. You didn’t know if you’d ever get to see the love of your life again. What you do know is that you had happy memories with him, that’s what you needed to hold onto.

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A Good Time Coming

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won’t You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale’s Song | Bones in the Ocean | For She Was Afraid | Time for Us to Leave Her | To Unchain Me | A Good Time Coming|

CW: Creepy whumper, mind-controlled background characters, defiant whumpee, some brief references to past noncon

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If Lord Guilford Wentworth were not the wealthiest man in seven kingdoms, he would have been perhaps the most easily forgotten person Kiraya had ever seen.

When Babbage led Kira into what the butler called ‘the small sitting room’, she found herself in the single largest such room she had ever been in in her life, with Wentworth seated at a table with tea and slices of thick freshly-baked bread laid out before him in quite the spread. He was lighting a candle using matches, failing repeatedly to get one to stay lit for more than a moment or two, before finally the fifth one caught. 

He dropped the matches into a glass of water thoughtlessly, one by one. 

Ceilings soared above her head, and artwork that must have cost a fortune was arrayed on every single wall. Sculptures and statues were settled here and there on tables or stands. In the center of the whole bizarrely luxurious mismatched mess was Wentworth himself, a steaming cup of strong black tea before him. 

He looked like no one in particular, whatsoever.

He appeared to be a man in his late thirties or perhaps early forties, with average brown hair and average build, slightly squinty eyes behind spectacles whose color wasn't clear, maybe brownish, maybe not. Nearly the moment her eyes moved to gaze out the windows at the impressively designed and carefully landscaped gardens outside, she realized she struggled to remember any exact features on his perfectly normal, blandly handsome face. 

He looked up at her, slipping his knife into a small jar. What came out was so strangely brownish-red and viscous that at first Kira thought he had dipped the knife into drying blood. Her breath caught, stomach turning as flashes of darker mythologies she had read during her studies ran through her mind.

Then she blinked.

It wasn’t brownish at all, it was just simple berry jam. She exhaled in relief. The strange moment with the creature locked away must have her nerves absolutely frayed.

The lord’s smile was firmly fixed in place, and his eyes were cold and pitiless. His voice was cultivated, artificially so. “My goodness. Is this the new magician?”

“It is, sir, yes.” Babbage cleared his throat slightly. He stood even straighter in the man's presence, as if he were worried he might be called out on any posture less than perfect. “May I present Miss Kiraya Losna of the Tiendra, sir. Miss Losna, this is Lord Guilford Wentworth the Fourth, advisor to His Majesty King Leonin the Brave.”

Kira would eat her tragically lost hat if he wasn’t the first, second, and third Guilford Wentworths, too, but it wouldn't do to bring that up again, after the strange way that Babbage had acted before. She forced herself to smile and dipped into a curtsy, her skirts swirling around her feet. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lord Wentworth.���

He did not stand, or bow, only tipped his chin to look her over. She supposed she had come as an employee, and maybe he didn’t give the same courtesies as he might do with actual guests, but the rudeness felt a little unsettling all the same. 

He looked her slowly up and down, and Kira felt his gaze on her body like an oil slick might be felt on the wings of a seabird. She lifted her chin, just a little, and straightened her shoulders. Unsettling bastard that he was, she would show him no sign she noticed.

“You…” Lord Wentworth trailed off, and his smile shifted to a slightly quizzical frown. “You look quite awful, Miss Losna.”

“I-... what?” She glanced down at herself, and then winced. “Oh.” There were reddish stains at roughly the same height as her knees, from where the water and dried blood had mixed, and likely similar stains on the back of her skirts, too. The cloth was torn - apparently her protection spell hadn’t protected her clothing from the creature’s claws - and she already knew her hair was coming out of its updo and her hat was gone. She felt herself flush, embarrassed more at the simple fact that she felt ashamed of herself at all than at anything else. “My apologies, Lord Wentworth, I only-... well, I just…”

He waited, looking absurdly patient. When she simply trailed off, he tipped his head in curiosity. “You… what, Miss Losna? Were you caught in the storm? I was sure I heard the carriage arrive before it began…”

Oh, had he? And yet he certainly had made no effort to come and greet her with his butler...

“Miss Losna requested to have a look at the serpent in person immediately upon arrival, sir.” Babbage spoke hurriedly, and Kira fought the urge to smile gratefully at him for covering for her nerves so smoothly. “She was somewhat overcome by an attempt at an attack on her person."

Now Lord Wentworth stood, and everything about him changed.

He wasn’t particularly tall - Kiraya Losna was taller, actually, and would have been even if she weren’t wearing her walking boots - but he became quickly imposing when the leer fell from his expression and was replaced by an entirely different piercing stare. “You saw it? Alone? And it attacked you?”

His voice was meant to hold a tone of worry, Kira thought, but all she heard was something like… jealousy, which made no sense at all. Jealousy and anger, and she thought of the magic on the siren's skin, the look of resignation in the beautiful creature's eyes.

The way the siren had said, He named me Areyto, because I dance to his tune.

She set her jaw, and kept her posture ramrod straight. She fought the urge to take a step back even as Wentworth came closer. “I did, yes. I stepped inside and the creature did attempt to take me by surprise, but I had cast a protection spell on myself and so his goal was not achieved. He quickly abandoned whatever idea he had about such an attack and went back to his waters."

Wentworth’s eyes narrowed, shifted to the side and then back again. For just one single second, she saw in him an inhuman wariness, like one of the big lions in the hills eyeballing what might be prey… or another predator. Then he plastered the gentle concern back over it, but any chance she would have believed it to be sincere was already gone. "Were you much injured, then, Miss Losna? The creature should not have been able to even begin to mean you harm... but of course, that's why you're here. But if you are injured, I could have my physician see to-"

"This blood is not mine," Kira said quickly, voice brusque. Her heart raced but she kept her expression of perfect outward calm. "It was on the floor already. Based on what I saw, I believe it belongs to the creature himself." 

The wariness in him only grew more visible, more obvious. His eyes went to the butler, thoughtfully, and then back to her. A serving-girl entered, with the same damn blissfully hazy smile so many of the servants seemed to wear, beginning her work on dusting the various sculptures and surfaces as if she were living out her wildest dreams. “The thing is injured? Did you… cause it to bleed?”

“No, Lord. As I said, there was blood there when I came in. There were marks on the doors, Lord Wentworth, and they are not the marks of a sea serpent as you stated in your letter.” Kiraya took a deep breath and told herself to be strong, despite the way the man’s eyes narrowed and both the butler and serving-girl turned - briefly - to look at her. “You are keeping a siren in magical chains, and he is trying to break out. He will break out, and within two months or less if I don't miss my guess."

Wentworth turned abruptly away from her. “Babbage. Nadette. Leave us.”

Babbage hesitated, glancing sidelong at Kira, then back at Wentworth, uncomfortable. His eyes were clear again, and Kira wondered if his own spellwork was fading fast, as the siren's faded. If the whole household would soon recall just why they found the work so wonderful. “My lord... the young lady is unmarried. You should not be alone in a room without a chaperone. The gossip, my Lord-”

“I said leave us. Send in Grant and Ellwen.”

Babbage swallowed, his eyes flickering into fog and out again, then he snapped his fingers and pointed as he turned on his heel. The serving-girl followed him as he left, carefully closing the door behind her, leaving Kiraya alone with a man she suspected was nearly two hundred years old… or more. Who knew how long he had been living as a series of men with the same name and face?

“Do you even… pay your staff?” She asked, once she and the lord were entirely alone. 

“Of course I do.” Irritated, he went back to his seat, picking up his tea as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, sipping and making a soft sound of contentment. “They are not slaves, Miss Losna. Each was hired after being recommended by an already-employed member of my staff. They come with the highest of references from past employers.”

“How much?”

“I beg your pardon?” Wentworth’s eyes narrowed.

“How much do you pay them? Their salaries, sir?”

“... that is quite an impolite line of questioning, and frankly irrelevant to your work, Miss Losna, which is the only reason I have brought you here and all we need to be discussing. Rest assured my servants are well compensated-"

“It is-... my apologies for interrupting, sir, but it is very relevant to my work when magic rolls off of them as thick as heavy perfume,” Kira said, forcing her voice not to tremble under the strength of his regard. She had walked into a trap, in this house, one set long before anyone had ever heard her name or hired her. “They've been made to see a serpent where a siren sits, haven't they? They have been magicked into believing whatever you tell them, thinking themselves content? So that you have the household you desire, with none of the little troubles that come with human beings. You have committed a crime, Lord Wentworth."

He sighed, as if all of this was quite tiresome and not serious accusations that could have all his grand wealth taken from him by the crown. “I have not hired you for your detective skills, Miss, but because you are a magician. I expect you to enforce the spellwork on my siren before he breaks fully free, take the very generous remuneration I have offered you in return for your services, and be gone.”

“The use of magic of any kind to influence the minds or hearts of others is depraved,” Kira said, but she struggled to keep her voice even. The storm continued outside the windows, and it would be hours before the cab returned to take her back to her lodgings. “And it's damned illegal, at that. It’s a terrible crime, punishable by-”

“Death by drawing and quartering,” Lord Wentworth cut her off, voice dry and unbothered. “I am aware. I believe the head of such a person would be displayed on a spike for all those who use magic to see and learn from, as well. I intend to suffer no such indignities, Miss Losna. None whatsoever."

“Too bad.” Kira found her breathing coming faster, her ribs straining the boning of her dress when her lungs expanded, making her a touch dizzy. “Unfortunate, indeed, because I will not work in such a household, I will tell others not to accept you as a client, and the siren will break free very soon whether you like it or not. Will you walls come crumbling down on that day, my Lord?"

He was smiling now, and yet it was far colder than any frown. “No, dear heart, they will not. You will enforce the spellwork, you will take your payment, and be gone from here afterward… singing my praises.” He chuckled with good-natured humor, as if his hideous joke was truly quite hilarious indeed. 

Kira felt her temper flare and forced it back down with every bit of determination she had. “I assure you, Lord Wentworth, I will do no such thing. I simply will not.”

“You will, I assure you, do just as you are told and then leave with no unpleasant memories to bother you. Although I am told there are nightmares, in some with stronger wills…” Some of his humor faded, something wistful in him then as he looked at the rain lashing against the windows, the way the trees blew in a violent wind outside. Thunder rumbled, seemingly further away, the storm moving on. “I could never quite do away with those. My wife used to take laudanum to sleep..."

"Which wife?"

His sharp eyes took her in all over again. "What did you say?"

"I said. I-" Kira’s mouth was dry, her fingertips felt chilled. Cold settled in her chest, laying like a weight over her heart and lungs as she fought to keep her voice even. “I said... which wife required laudanum?"

He gave a humorless chuckle. "I have had four. Three of them have been unable to sleep without assistance from either my siren or some sort of morphia. Four of my children so far have needed it, too. It's a family concern."

"Like tuberculosis? It does seem to do away with your wives quite alarmingly-"

"No." He shook his head. "No, no. That's wholly an accident of fate. That was not me."

"In... in any case. I must refuse this work, and take my leave of your home, respectfully. I will not contact you again, nor charge you for-"

“No.” He shrugged, taking another sip of tea, dainty and distinguished. “Simply put, love, you are going nowhere."

"Don't call me love-"

"The magicians who work for me are paid handsomely, you know, and they remember everything except for what exactly it was they worked on.” He smiled at her, as if they were having a lovely chat over tea and not the sickening litany of criminal actions that kept rolling so easily off his tongue, twisting her stomach in knots.

“I will-... I should report this.” She shouldn't have said that out loud. She was trapped in this man’s home as he casually admitted to crimes worse than nearly any other, and saying she would report him for it? What absolute stupidity.

The storm outside was too violent to risk and yet she felt a wild urge to run out into it and hope that the wind would somehow hide her from pursuit. This man clearly felt absolutely no fear of what could result from her knowing about the creature this early, when they had hardly spoken ten minutes of time and she was refusing the work. 

“You could,” He acknowledged. He began to smear the jam on the bread again, the knife scraping in a way that nearly drove her mad. It seemed impossibly loud, despite the thrashing of the wind and rain and the nearly-constant roll of thunder outside. “I am personal friends with His Majesty, who I imagine would be quite upset if someone maligned my character.”

Her heart was pounding. “... have you even spelled the king? This... this is madness.”

His knife paused. He looked up at her without raising his chin, his perfectly average little face bathed in a malevolent smile. “I am a loyal citizen,” He said, gently even, as if speaking to a dim-witted child. “But I am well-read and quite experienced in the machinations of politics. I offer advice, and often he finds it worthwhile to listen. Simple as that.”

“I… I’m going to take my leave, sir.” Kira managed a bow - somehow. “I appreciate the generous of-offer of compensation, but I will… I cannot work on any job where my duties involve profane magics. It violates my most sacred vows. I will. I will leave the city when the weather clears and trouble you no longer."

Kira turned, ready to run.

Instead, she found herself faced with the single largest two men she had ever seen in her life. She hadn’t even heard them enter, but now they blocked the door. 

They watched her with impassive, fogged-over eyes in flat faces, arms crossed before them. They must be twins, they were so similar as to nearly be identical - men with dark hair and dark, close-cropped beards and dark eyes. She had to look up and up and up to see them, and they looked down at her, even though she was not a short woman by any means. 

Lord Wentworth’s chair scraped behind her.

When she spun to look back at him, the two men behind her made their move. She darted to one side, but she wasn’t fast enough. 

Wentworth caught her by her skirts, sending her crashing without dignity to the ground as the cloth ripped with a sound that seemed deafening. The breath was knocked out of her and she gasped, mouth open like a fish out of water. One of the huge men grabbed her by the arms and dragged her back upright, holding her like a squirming little girl as she coughed, begging her lungs to work, finally inhaling audibly. 

She caught Wentworth across the chin with her boot, and felt a brief flash of fierce joy in the sight. Then his hand slammed palm-flat into the side of her face with a crack and she slumped, the world a dizzy spin. A trickle ran down from her nose, and she tasted copper when she licked her lips. 

The strap of her magic kit was pulled off of her, and she groaned, struggling weakly to grab at it and failing. “No, giv-... giv’t back…”

“Take her to her room,” Wentworth commanded. All the quiet artifice and nobility had gone, leaving something altogether coarser and far colder behind. Kira’s vision blurred as she tried to look back up to see his face, and he slapped her again, and again, and again until she stopped trying to look up at all, until she hung boneless in the rough, thick-fingered hands of the guards.

Her hair hung in her face, fallen loose entirely now. Her face felt hot on one side, throbbing with her racing pulse. 

Wentworth sighed. “What a pity it had to begin this way. Well, no matter. I have had at least one marriage begin much worse than this. We have accommodations already prepared for you, Miss Losna. My staff here will see you to them.”

“No,” She said. It came out a croak. “Nnnn-... no.”

He slapped her - a backhand this time - and she cried out. The thunder swallowed it up, as if the very sky was mocking her. At her sound of pain, Wentworth's smile finally looked sincere. “Do not refuse me, Miss Losna, it isn’t wise. Ask any of my wives or children, and they will tell you it's best to simply do what I wish. You will do the work. You will be paid, and then you will leave remembering only a fearsome serpent and a normal house, and what delightful company I was. Or… you can continue to refuse, remain a prisoner in my home until I tire of you, then find yourself utterly adoring each and every moment of my time, giving up your freedom and future in service to your morality... and then losing all those things anyway, as everything about you becomes mine."

He moved one hand up into her hair, fingers sliding along her scalp until he gripped tightly and wrenched her head backwards, forcing her eyes up to his. His forgettable face burned with an old fury. Her throat was bared to him, her vision blurred and swimming. She had a moment of irrational terror that he would open her veins, somehow, with the butter knife covered in jam. Simply slit her from ear to ear, and there would be no way to tell the difference between strawberry and sugar and blood. 

“Refuse me and it may as well be a farewell letter to all you love,” Wentworth whispered. “Lose your future, lose the promise and dreams you have had. Find yourself washing my dishes as if it were the greatest future you ever could have imagined… and find yourself in my rooms at night, if I want you. There's nothing all that new or interesting about you, but perhaps you'll surprise me. Refuse me and lose the life of a renowned magician. Instead ,spend it being content in drudgery. Sacrifice all that you are and become whatever tiny, mean little thing I command you to be, and love every single second of it."

She spat in his face. 

He wiped at his cheek. “Fine. Lose your life to my desires, if you wish. That is a sacrifice I am quite happy to make. Better women than you already have."

He let go of her hair and went back to his chair, sitting down, picking up his little cup of tea, and going back to his morning as if nothing had happened at all. 

The men dragged her away, all her kicking and pulling and struggle meaning nothing to their strength and solid, immovable obedience to command. 

“Oh, and Miss Losna?” Lord Guilford Wentworth called after her smugly, “Let me be the first to welcome you home."

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[cypherpt2supremacy]

So jikook drabble based on this????

Thank you so much for this request, babes. Enjoyed writing it!

Jimin hasn’t set eyes on Jungkook since the night of their wedding reception. The younger chaebol could hardly wait to make his escape from the brand-new luxurious penthouse that was gifted to them by Jimin’s father. When they had gotten back to the penthouse, dressed in stunning suits, they had barely exchanged a word.

There had been a lot Jimin wanted to get off his chest but he had instead swallowed every single word. He’d perched on the edge of the bed, and watched as Jungkook opened a suitcase and filled it up with all the new clothes that had come with the penthouse.

“Where will you go from here?” Jimin had asked, picking at his nails.

There was something about looking at Jungkook at the moment that proved overwhelming. He could feel his throat closing up, and there was no way he was going to let himself shed a single tear in front of the younger.

“I’ll be staying with a friend until I sort myself out.” Jungkook hadn’t thrown a glance his way either.

But then Jungkook rarely looked at Jimin at all. The elder was used to it. The pain of it wasn’t something that clawed at his insides. It was more of an echo that lingered and haunted him long after Jungkook was gone.

“I could return to my apartment,” Jimin suggested airily. “You could stay here instead. And I could just pretend to live here. Our fathers won’t be happy to learn we aren’t co-habiting so soon after the wedding.”

“Yeah, they can go fuck themselves,” Jungkook said, tone dripping with vitriol. “I did what they wanted. Married you. Now they can get off my dick. I don’t owe them a single thing.”

Again, Jimin swallowed all the words clawing at his throat.

“Very well, then. I will cover for both of us as best as I can.”

“Yeah, it’s what you’ve done best so, I trust you’d do a good job this time.”

As Jungkook stood in the hallway, his suitcase at his feet, he turned around and looked at Jimin, really looked at him. Jimin can’t remember the last time Jungkook looked at him. And he was struck then by how pretty Jungkook looked. Jimin was shocked to discover he forgot sometimes.

But right now, dressed all in black, with his hair styled back from his face, shirt open and silver chain glinting, he was the man of Jimin’s dreams.

The boy he has been in love with since he was ten.

All grown.

“They gifted us this camera today,” Jimin said softly, holding it up. “Can I take a picture of you?”

“Knock yourself out.”

Jimin hurried and snapped one before Jungkook changed his mind.

***

For the next one month, Jimin spent his nights after work, curled up in his sofa, drinking red wine and staring at the picture of his estranged husband that he’d snapped on their wedding night.

He wasn’t sure how to describe what was going on. He couldn’t say it was a healthy coping mechanism. It was definitely a hyperfixation, a degree of delusion and escapism. He wanted to believe that the Jungkook who’d stared at the camera loved him back just as much, didn’t marry him out of obligation and would return to him any day now.

Could be any day.

***

Jimin didn’t see Jungkook again until a year later. In the meantime, Jungkook had asked his permission to discreetly date around. Jimin had granted it, and he had lived in constant fear Jungkook would call one day and ask for a divorce.

But that call never came.

Jungkook did walk through his door, one day, however.

He returned, empty-handed, but there was a certain look in his eyes. A look Jimin knew so well but hasn’t seen on Jungkook since he was eight.

That little boy always looked at Jimin as though he was in awe of his existence, he looked at Jimin as though he hung the moon and stars and he trailed after him everywhere. He was Jimin’s shadow, and also his greatest joy.

“Jimin hyung,” Jungkook said, gaze earnest, tone as soft as the sea breeze on a Busan beach.

Jungkook hasn’t used the honorific since he was eight. Jimin felt his heart cave in on itself and then he was running towards him. He opened his arms and Jungkook collapsed in his hold, sobbing into his neck as though his entire world had come crumbling down.

“It’s okay,” Jimin said, running soothing hands down his back. “It’s fine. Hyung is here. Kook, I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

It took sometime but Jungkook did calm down. When he finally untangled himself from Jimin’s embrace, he said the words that Jimin has been yearning to hear his whole life, “I’m ready to talk.”

Jimin nodded and led him over to the sofa. As Jungkook sat down, his gaze fell on his polaroid picture that Jimin had taken on their wedding night a year ago and a half empty bottle of red wine.

He didn’t ask Jimin about it and the elder couldn’t have been more grateful.

[krysta-cross]

Bihan’s punishment 3

⚠️Warning: This is where the spice, filth and a bit of violence that might trigger some begins, anyone who ain’t comfy or minors please go whoosh ^^

You thought of begging him to let it slide as you are just joking when you licked his lips but in the back of your mind you knew it’s a lame excuse and he wouldn’t even consider it, he might even laugh at it or take more offense so you just kept your mouth shut as you wait where he will be taking you. “A torture chamber? An electric chair? Burn me like a witch?” “Hit me with a whip?” “Gutting me like a fish?”your mind thought of what he will do to you which scared you more that you want to cry but to save a bit of your dignity and pride you tried your best not to shed a single tear to show him you’re not scared.

He brought you in a room, slightly illuminated by a candle on a wooden bedside table. He placed you down on the bed with blue sheets. While you were busy scanning the place, the fire from the candle which is the only source of light suddenly disappeared so your vision turned pitch black, heightening your already nervous senses.

Unlike you who is blind in the dark, Bihan can see and hear you clear as day using his glowing blue eyes like a hunter eyeing their prey. He blew a cold breath on your face and you let out a little gasp at the sudden change of temperature. You hear him chuckle as he enjoys tormenting you for reactions.

“Just kill me and get this over with you psycho!” you yelled out in the darkness, unsure where the man whom your words are directed to is because the room is so dark it’s already torturing you, making you feel more helpless without a clear visual.

You felt his hands pushed you to lie down, pinning your shoulders with his weight. You can’t see anything so you try your best to focus on your senses especially your sense of touch and hearing which are the most useful while in the dark.

Bihan planned this all along, bringing you into a dark room to make you rely on your senses is his goal. It’s a perfect set up to build the sexual tension between the two of you with him having the upper hand. He also annoys you and threatens you on purpose as he enjoys your various reactions to his taunts which he enjoys the most.

He knew that you are now very sensitive that you can’t see anything and he is willing to exploit that to his advantage to get back on you for bruising his ego in front of others.

Bihan pushed you down and used his weight to make sure you can’t slip away like what you always attempts to every chance you gets.

“You even called me a psycho, Y/N? Your sins against me are piling up every minute and that won’t be good for you…” he whispered on your ear as he bit your earlobe lightly. He heard your gasp and he spared no time to kiss your jaw down to your collar bone. You used your arms to try and push him off but his bear like weight over you rendered your struggles nothing.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you asked but got no verbal response. You felt his hands sliding inside your already lose robe, for a cryomancer, his hands are so warm as it glides around your skin, sending your senses off the grid as his hands reached to tease your most sensitive parts.

“Y/N, I will now deal your punishment.” he told her and you felt him lick your lips the same way you did to him, “He is getting his payback..” you thought and even before you can react you felt his warm tongue making it way inside your mouth, swirling around like it’s looking for something until it touched your tongue and invited it to play with his. For some reasons you found yourself playing the tongue wrestling game and the air around you felt scarce as he conquered your mouth with his on a deep kiss, sharing the warmth through your mouths and this sent a spark of electricity that ran through your body.

Your mind and body are now in a spat. Your mind tells you to stop but your body doesn’t want to as it responds back to his romance. It craved his touches, the kisses he plants around you, his moans which are so clear in your hearing that even of you can’t see him, you can visualize what he looks as he explored your vulnerability.

Still trying to adjust to the darkness, you grabbed hold onto his hard shoulders as he kiss you from your neck down to your perked up nipples, you moaned as he lightly tugged it with his lips to tease you more and as much as you hate to admit, its working as your body responds quickly with every movement.

He ran his fingers on your hair and ran his hand from your sides down until it reached your entrance. You felt your wetness seeping through your thin underwear as he ran his naughty finger above it up and down, he knows how to get a rise off a woman for sure by the way he strokes you down there.

“Uhnnn…” you moaned openly as he played with your clit. The ticklish feeling ruling over you now that you feel that you are nearing your limit and so is he, his heavy breaths and skin that is close to the feeling of a burning fever gave him away.

You knew that this will be unstoppable so you pulled his face close to yours and whispered “I want you inside me, now.” and torridly kissed him.

Bihan pushed the thin fabric covering you on the side and pushed his hard dick inside you, you felt the slight pain as he paved his way inside your warmth, being in the dark added the intensity of the moment for you as you are now fully relying on your sense of touch and hearing more.

You can feel him going in and out of you, gaining phase fast and steady. Every thrust felt like he is shaping you up down there to embrace his manhood. You’re so lost on the overwhelming feeling he sends you that you can only react by moaning and screamed as you both reached the highlight of this moment, you felt his hug tightened as he peaked inside you, the warm liquid he poured covered your walls like a hot lava during a volcano eruption, it made your legs that are wrapped around him tremble they felt like jelly. Bihan kissed your forehead and laid down above you, not yet pulling out and you felt him still throbbing down there. His weight above you is heavy as he catches his breath but you loved his body warmth so you wrapped your arms around him.

As you enjoy the moment, you can feel him move away from you and lit the candle, your eyes who got used to the dark moments ago felt blinded by the sudden lighting so you squinted a bit.

After your eyes adjusted to the light, you stared at Bihan, whose hair is now a mess and drops of sweat trailing down his naked body. He is so majestic to look at that you can’t even believe you have done it with this man. Instinctively, he noticed you staring at him so he flashed a smile at you and touched your face but you were surprised that it’s so cold like an ice block was suddenly sticked into your cheek.

You let out a surprised and annoyed little scream and he laughed loudly after seeing my reaction. He is teasing me again.

“I hate you!” you exclaimed and hit his bare chest with your hands, the cryomancer didn’t even endure the hits and pulls you in for a hug.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad I can’t help but tease you more.” he said as he comfort you in his arms.

This gesture is enough for you to melt, forgetting why you are annoyed at him and wanting to just savor the moment he is holding you in his arms.

“Did you like your punishment, kitten?” he asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

“If you’re going to punish me like this, I will commit more sins against you then…” you responded, smiling.

“Well, just know that I won’t be tired on dealing your punishment every time, you naughty little kitten.” Bihan said and went in for a kiss which you happily welcomed and responded to. The night is still young and it’s gonna be long for both of you.

[loveeari]

harry potter and his tumultous meetings with luck

Harry Potter was having a pretty peaceful life right now. Well, as peaceful as you can get being the man-who-conquers or the boy who lived twice or some other word misnomer people liked to refer to him by. 

He had gotten his mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts and was  teaching  DADA in  Hogwarts. His friends were married and thriving and his love life was never better. He has been dating his girlfriend Ginny Weasley for 10 years. 

They started dating when he was 16 and she was 15 and have been going strong ever since then. Harry would like to say that they, “technically” broke up while Ginny liked to reiterate that Harry was being a prat so they were “technically” still together. Honestly, They both didn’t really care to count how long they were actually together.

Harry was currently 25  and Ginny 24 when Molly started hinting at the both of them getting married. At this point, everyone was joking saying Harry was going to take forever. 

Somehow Ron manned up and got engaged to Hermione for two years and got married the previous year. It was a lovely fall wedding and Harry was the best man while Ginny was Hermione's maid of honor. Harry did not want to admit that he shed a few tears at the wedding and had a lot of fun. 

Kids and marriage and the 4 story house with a picket white fence wasn’t really a goal that Ginny and Harry had set themselves out for. Ginny hadn’t really felt the need to wear a shiny rock to prove that she was Harry Potter’s wife as the Prophet liked to say. Ginny wasn’t in a rush to have the big lavish wedding that she knew her mother was going to throw and obsess over every single detail for her. 

She would know because she did the same thing when Bill got married, when Charlie got married, when Fred and Geroge got Married and when Ron got married. All their closest friends either were already engaged, married or had a baby on the way. 

Case in point Hermione and Ron, Bill and Fleur and so on. 

Of course Harry and Ginny had talked about engagement and marriage and babies and they simply weren’t in a rush like everyone expected them to be. Ginny loved her career as the chaser for the HolyHead Harpies and Harry loved his job as a teacher. He tried the auror thing out for a year and quit because he did not want to spend the rest of his life chasing villains and dark lords. 

He liked his life with Ginny but the next coming events were things he did not imagine happening. But he was harry potter so why was he surprised 

It all started like this 

1 year ago

It was a calm day and it was summer vacation with Harry being on break and Ginny not having her match until the next week. It was currently nightfall and Harry was sitting on the couch with the telly on but he was skimming through a book in his hand. 

Ginny was currently laying upside down on the couch humming to herself. It was peaceful in a way with just the two of them relaxing and weren’t in the busy hustle of life. Harry glanced at his girlfriend and smiled amused thinking, “Wonder what she thinking about”

Ginny was humming lazily while the clock above them ticked at a steady pace. Harry noticed that Ginny was about to say something but was simply just laying there thinking of words to say. Sometimes Harry saw a little of Luna Lovegood's mannerisms in her. Just floating through everything that’s going on and not minding everything that ever was. 

“Harry” Ginny asked with a smile on her face and amusement coloring her tone

“Yes, love?” Harry asked tentatively because you never  know with this one

“What if we just go married without telling anyone and then just walk in waiting for how long it’ll take for them to notice” Ginny asked grinning 

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, “You have wicked ideas, I love it” 

Ginny asked, “So let’s get married today, not like it’s hard”

Harry looked at her shocked, “you mean right now” 

“Yeah why not, I mean we’re gonna get busy and then we won’t have any tiiiiimee” Ginny whined playfully 

Harry sighed exaggeratedly, “Fine let’s go get married”.

Ginny giggled and sat up grabbing Harry by the hadn who was asking confused, “Shouldn’t we change?” 

Ginny thought for a moment, “nahh” 

Harry fondly rolled his eyes and they went to get married. It was the easiest thing that Harry himself has ever done. He thought he would feel some sort of shaky nervousness but he didn’t. He was basically getting married to the love of his life. The person who stood with him at his worst and brought him to his best. 

It was a very simple ceremony and Harry could not ask for anything better.  Ginny changed her mind and put on a simple white dress while Harry tugged on a white button shirt and pants. They walked into the muggle courthouse smiling excitedly. 

In an hour Ginny Weasley was now known as Ginny Potter. 

Harry was confused as to why she took his name but Ginny smiled genially at him and stated, “There’s a million other Weasleys to carry on the name but not a single potter but yourself, I’d reckon I’d like to become the second”

Harry couldn’t help but beam at his girlfr- no wife 

Ginny never really saw the need for a wedding ring

“I’m already married to you why must a ring showcase that”

But she decided they had to know somehow 

When walking into the jewelry store the man working in upfront stated, “An engagement ring too polish yes?” 

Ginny took great relish in stating, “No we’re here to buy a wedding ring for both of us” 

Harry rolled his eyes while grinning amused looking at the shocked man.

The man cleared his throat and took out the rings from the protective case. Both Ginny and Harry peered down at the cases, humming and hawing dramatically. Ginny would mutter, “I like that color” 

While harry would respond back, “babe your mother would murder me if i got a ring like that for you” 

Ginny grinned, “It has a certain touch too it” 

Ginny giggled but put the ring down and perused some more with Harry giving sarcastic commentary along the way. It was quite funny to see the shopkeeper's face turn redder and redder with each passing insult to the rings. 

Harry of course didn’t mean any of it and Ginny found it hilarious either way 

They finally decided on a teal sapphire ring that had leaves circling it. Ginny picked the color because it reminded her of Harry's eyes just a little. After paying for the selected ring the shopkeeper looked relieved for the two of them to be leaving but ginny then stated, “let’s get a ring for you too” 

Harry gasped dramatically, “for meee?” 

Ginny fondly rolled her eyes, “yes for you” 

They spent another hour there carefully picking up each and every single one of the rings and finding the tiniest faults with it because their reservation for dinner wasn’t for another two hours. From there they were planning on going home and celebrating. And then tomorrow was a Weasly family dinner with everyone in attendance.

Ginny had bets running on who was going to see the rings or notice first. 

Harry had 10 galleons on Luna while Ginny had 10 on her hawkeyed mother. 

Finally, Harry also decided on a ring that had a teal band running through it. 

“I wanted it to match” Harry explained excitedly 

Ginny fondly rolled her eyes while controlling her giggles 

After finally paying and actually leaving to the shopkeeper's relief, Harry and Ginny went to dinner. It was a place they rarely went to and only for special occasions. To get a reservation you had to plan months in advance but Harry and Ginny were stickin rich and also a potter owned this restaurant or whatever and they were allowed to walk in whenever and eat for free. 

The sight it probably was to walk in with people dressed to the nines while ginny and harry had on comfortable clothing. Ginny was judging the clothing when being walked to their table. 

“That does not look comfortable” Ginny motioned over to the woman in a skin-tight dress. 

Harry hummed in agreement ad they finally sat down at their table.

Harry sighed, “I’m beat” 

Ginny agreed, “Who knew something as simple as getting rings and signing some papers was that stressful” 

Harry grinned, “I wouldn’t say stressful, it was fun actually” 

Ginny beamed at him, “It was wasn’t it” 

Harry then asked, “I think in the distant future maybe we should do the bonding ceremony” 

Ginny thoughtfully agreed, “I think so too, we also might get some heat off of us from just popping a ring on our fingers and calling it a wedding” 

Harry had the fake falsetto voice, “How dare you  get wedded without your family” 

Ginny couldn’t help but cackle out loud 

So they sat there eating there weight in fancy food and just sitting there talking and talking and more talking. 

Harry felt finally at peace with his wife sitting and eating dinner. Who knew something like that would cause him so much happiness? 

Harry was always stuck in some dangerously dangerous situation that almost killed him or his family and best friends.  

Ginny absentmindedly picked Harry’s hand and started playing with the fingers. (not in that way ya nasties) 

Harry couldn’t help but fondly smile at her in love. 

“Yeah this is the life I dreamed of sitting in that cupboard all those years ago” He thought to himself content. 

present-day 

Harry and Ginny were idly walking around as they got ready for the Weasley Sunday Dinner ™ . They haven’t seen everyone else for a week because they basically were offline from the world and went to America for their “fake but kinda real honeymoon” as Ginny would like to say. 

Harry tugged on another buttoned-up shirt which a light blue and Ginny matched him with a pretty blue dress that Luna gifted her. Harry forgoed the suit coat and tie because he didn’t see the need to be that fancy.  

Ginny was looking at her hair in annoyance because she just wasn’t in the mood to brush it. Harry walked and gently took the brush from her and started on a fishtail braid. How Harry knew how to braid? Well, when he was younger and Hermione sometimes needed help with her own hair, Harry would look up books in how to do different hairstyles. 

Harry actually kind of liked the hairstyles and slowly figured out a way to grow his own hair out. The Dursley despised it but Harry absolutely loved it. It also made his hair a little more manageable with the skeezy hair products that actually worked. 

After harry finished, Ginny turned him around and put a simple bun for him which harry didn’t mind at all. 

After everything was ready but took a deep breath and walked through the floor after calling out, “The Burrow” 

Harry still absolutely hated floo travel but dealt with it unfortunately. 

They saw the burrow in chaotic chaos as usual and half the kids running too them 

“Aunt Ginny” Victoire or “Vicky” came running towards them

“Uncle Harry” Teddy shouted excitedly with his hair turning a brighter teal 

All the others came as well with all of them laughing and giggling while catching up. All sat in the living room and Ginny made sure too show off her ring but no one seemed to pay attention. 

Both Harry and Ginny looked at each other with a bemused smile on their faces. 

Soon the room was awashed with chatter and gossip until the dinner bell rang. 

Then it was a stampede outside to get to the chairs and Harry and Ginny just calmly walked outside with their arms swinging. 

Ginny sat down next to her niece Vicky while Harry sat next to Teddy. 

Both were chattering both of ther ears after not seeing there favorite family members for a week. 

Everything was going normally until luna cut in serenly with, “Congratulations Harry and Ginny” 

Everyone looked at the couple confused 

Ron asked, “What do you mean congratulations luna” 

Luna looked surprised, “They didn’t tell you” 

Hermione looked frustrated, “Ask us what” 

Ginny cleared her throat and exclaimed proudly, “We got married” 

Molly Weasley shouted, “WHAT” 

Before she could start shouting luna stated, “No, I was saying congratulations on you baby ginny” 

Harry and Ginny looked at each other surprised 

“Huh no wonder you hated the smell of vanilla” Harry muttered 

“I honestly got sick of it” ginny replied back 

Molly looked like she was about to get a heart attack while everyone else was confused and happy.