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flowerandblood · 5 months

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The Taste of Shame (3)

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, domination and submission kink, butt slapping, cock warming ]

[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Never before in his life had he been so thrilled and terrified at the same time as the day she was to visit him − it was the first time he had ever invited anyone to his flat and the first time in four years he was going to have sex with anyone without signing a contract.

It was liberating in a way.

Of course, he had researched the area beforehand; she was someone who was completely inexperienced in these matters and was surely horrified by her idea of what he dreamed of doing with her, so he tried to reassure her that they would just talk calmly first.

He wasn't going to rush her, nor was he going to jump out with tying or toys when she was so unsure and scared. He was about more than domination − he felt something for her and had layers of tenderness towards her that made him look at the whole thing differently.

He also assured her, to comfort her in some way, that he too had his limits or certain things that made him uncomfortable. He explained to her that he felt out of sorts when a woman suddenly touched him or held him tightly during close-ups, it made him feel trapped and threatened.

She, on the other hand, liked the closeness of a man and touched him involuntarily, so she was afraid that it would make him feel frustrated − he reassured her that this was why they were talking about it, to know what to expect and to meet halfway, to offer something in return so that each felt fulfilled and safe.

When she told him she was taking the pills, he made an appointment for a medical check-up to make sure he wasn't carrying any disease, despite the fact that he had always protected himself well. He breathed a sigh of relief when the test results were negative, dreaming only of reaching his peak inside her.

On the day she was due to come to him he felt like a happy little child and didn't know what to do with himself. He cleaned up his flat, changed his bedding into fresh ones, put glasses of water and wet wipes by the bedside table.

Everything was ready.

When she knocked on his door he was afraid to move from his seat for a moment − only after a while did he walk over and open it for her, letting her in.

She stepped into the hallway of his flat and stood still, looking at him with big eyes, her lips tightened, her cheeks red, her shiny hair loose, on her body a light dress fastened in front with small buttons and trainers, on her shoulders a small backpack.

She was terrified.

"− come in −" He said softly, warmly, not recognising himself and surprised at how he sounded.

The tone of his voice towards his female clients was always polite, but cool and matter-of-fact at the same time.

She nodded, pulling off her shoes and stepping deeper, glancing around his living room and dining room, looking everywhere but at him.

"− would you like a drink? −" He asked out of politeness, feeling his gaze involuntarily escape to her bare thighs, wondering if she had underwear on beneath her dress.

She shook her head, swallowing quietly, her hands clasped together in front of her in a defensive gesture.

"No, thank you." She said quietly, and he felt his heart squeeze at the thought that she was sacrificing herself for him, that she feared she would neither like it nor live up to his expectations, that he would be disappointed in her.

He felt that he was faced with the challenge of proving to her how wrong she was.

That it was all just a matter of understanding the other person's needs.

"− do you want to get to the point? −" He asked bluntly; she looked at him quickly, swallowing hard, and lowered her gaze, embarrassed and abashed.

He hummed under his breath, delighted at how humble and sweet she was, feeling what he saw in his trousers.

That he could fuck her right now, on his dining room table.

But he had plans for her.

He approached her slowly − she flinched as he reached his hands into her backpack and slowly slid it off her shoulders, placing it on the floor. He grasped her cheek in his fingers and leaned against her − her pupils dilated in desire, her lips parted involuntarily revealing to him what she wanted.

He had never kissed his female clients, but her lips he had craved to taste in every way possible ever since he saw her for the first time.

"− if you have any doubts, tell me −" He whispered looking at her feeling his heart pounding hard, her skin under his hand seemed so soft he felt his fingers sinking into it.

She looked at him for a moment breathing unevenly; he could see that she was struggling with herself, that hundreds of thoughts were running through her mind at once.

"− I − I think I'm a little scared −" She muttered so innocently and so uncertainly that he felt a tightness in his throat. He grasped her cheeks in his hands and pressed his forehead against hers, soothingly stroking her warm skin with his thumbs.

"− tell me what you're afraid of −" He whispered softly and felt surprised at how he sounded − he had never spoken to anyone like this before, he had never cared so much about making someone feel safe with him.

She licked her lower lip, all dry from stress, letting out a quiet breath, looking at him with big eyes. She shook her head, letting him know that she wasn't able to get it out of her.

He knew what she was thinking about.

"− I won't hurt you − I won't cause you pain − I'm going to watch your and your body's reactions − if I have any doubts about whether what I'm doing is giving you pleasure, I'll stop myself − okay? −" He asked in a calm, warm voice. She nodded and smiled gratefully − he felt a squeeze in his heart and heat in his lower abdomen at the sight.

"Can I touch you?" She asked in a whisper, her voice trembling slightly in excitement and uncertainty. He smiled lightly and nodded, her hands immediately reaching for his face.

He pulled her to him and sank into her puffy mouths, murmuring lowly, feeling how full and moist they were. She moaned softly making his cock throb painfully hard in his trousers, reciprocating his kiss with a wet click, her fingertips trailing over his cheek, scar and jaw, making him feel goosebumps.

Despite the obvious subtext, there was something innocent in those kisses, some promise of peace and slow, tender fulfilment that he so longed to experience with her despite his idea of the night. He pulled away from her and ran the tip of his nose over hers before grabbing her hips and lifting her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

They continued to kiss, lightly brushing against each other's lips as he unhurriedly headed with her to his bedroom. Only his night light was on, surrounding his room with a pleasant, warm glow − he laid her down on his bed and stroked her cheek.

"Do you remember what we talked about?" He asked calmly, feeling how fast his heart was pounding, how aroused he was − she nodded quickly, swallowing hard, all red.

"What's your safeword?" He continued slowly undoing the buttons of her dress, feeling her body tremble at the contact of her bare skin with his fingers.

"Peach." She said with embarrassment, and he smiled under his breath and hummed.

"That's right. Can you say it even when I tell you to be quiet?" He asked, lifting his gaze to her, and she nodded quickly.

"Exactly. You can say it anytime, even if you don't want to stop and just feel uncomfortable. Then we can have a quick talk about what happened and what I shouldn't do to make sure it doesn't happen again. Agreed?" He asked softly, involunarily licking his lower lip as he saw that, true to his assumption, there was nothing under her dress but her beautiful naked body.

"Yes." She whispered softly in a slightly trembling voice, her lips plump and glossy, slightly parted in an accelerated breath.

"Keep your hands above your head as you are now, be quiet and don't move. When I ask you something you are to nod or shake your head. Can you do that for me?" He asked softly and she nodded, looking at him with a trusting gaze from which he felt a tightening in his throat and a throbbing in his trousers.

He wasn't sure he'd ever been so turned on in his life, his heart pounding like crazy.

"− good girl − just let me take care of you −" He murmured, leaning over her face and kissed her lazily, tenderly, lingeringly, her lips parted before him and reciprocated his caress with her quiet sigh.

"− easy now −" He whispered, going his lips slowly lower, to her chin, to her neck. She smelled wonderful, of girly shampoo and shower gel; he knew that, like him, she had taken a bath before their meeting and he barely restrained himself from immediately sinking his face between her plushy thighs.

He did, however, want to become thoroughly acquainted with her body beforehand.

He felt a louder breath escape her lips as he pushed the material of her dress aside with the tip of his nose, revealing her naked breast to him, trailing his warm lips over it before pressing them to her hard nipple and beginning to suck on it.

He felt a shudder pass through her as she restrained her reflex with difficulty, wanting to touch his hair, to press him closer, but her hand returned immediately to its place.

"− you like showing them off, hmm? − when men can see your nipples through your fucking shirt −" He growled warningly, pressing his fingers tightly against the soft skin of her thigh, playing with her nipple in his mouth. He felt a huge shiver go through her − she stifled her moan that wanted to escape from her throat, shaking her head.

He gasped with satisfaction at seeing this, sliding his hand down to her thigh, trailing his fingers along the inside of it, the tip of his tongue teased her nipple before he began to suck on it again − he felt her body move beneath him, heard her press her lips together, knew she was dying of desire.

"− just like that − breathe deeply through your mouth −" He instructed her and she nodded, beginning to pant quietly as his hand slid down between her thighs, with slow, light movements of his fingertips teasing her puffy clit.

She pressed her lips together and stifled the quiet quiver that broke from her throat − he looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"− quiet − if I have to reprimand you again, I'll slap your butt so hard that you won't be able to sit on it tomorrow − do you understand? −" He asked lowly and she nodded, swallowing with difficulty, arching her eyebrows in despair as his fingers began to stroke her with more pressure, rubbing her clit in low circular motions, making her body shiver.

"− don't move −" He reminded her coolly, and she immediately froze, her thighs shaking, spread before him in a gesture of obedience.

He released her breast from his mouth with a quiet plop, trailing them lower, down her belly, until he reached her hips, leaving wet, hot marks on them. He heard her draw in a loud breath as he grasped her thighs in his hands and spread them wider in front of him, leaning over what was between them.

"− fuck, little one − so much has flowed out of you already −" He gasped approvingly as he ran his rough tongue over her hot, throbbing slit leaking from her moisture, her body arched, a sigh escaping her lips.

"− lie still −" He remarked to her, clamping his hand painfully tight on her buttock. "− this is my last warning −"

He growled, then leaned down, pressing his face against her womanhood and slipped his tongue deep inside her, unable to hold out any longer, eating her like a starving man.

He heard her whimper loudly and she covered her mouth in a helpless gesture to contain any sound − his hand slapped her buttock with all his strength, a squeal came from her lips.

"− be fucking quiet −" He hissed, rubbing the tip of his nose against her swollen bud, his tongue teasing and pressing the spot hidden between the muscles inside her again, he could feel her walls clenching around nothing, his mouth all sticky from her wetness.

"− what is it? − my sweet little girl is close already? −" He asked teasingly looking up at her − she nodded in shame and involuntarily moaned as he accelerated his pace, his hand again slapping her buttock with all his force, leaving a big red mark of his palm, which he massaged reassuringly immediately afterwards.

He pulled away from her, rising on his knees, unzipping his trousers quickly, feeling that he would go mad if he didn't feel her soon, his cock all swollen, leaking from his precum.

"− you're doing so good for me, baby − can you hold on a little longer? −" He cooed, grasping her hips in his hands, trailing his throbbing erection over her hot, wet folds, her body trembling − he hummed with satisfaction when she nodded her head, swallowing loudly, her sweet lips slightly parted.

He stroked her thigh with his hand, with the other guiding pink, leaking head of his cock against her heat, sliding into her a little, teasing her and himself for a while, panting hard − she pressed her lips together closing her eyes and stifled a cry.

"− tell me what you want − use your words −" He commanded lowly, rocking his hips, not sliding fully into her, pressing deliberately with the tip of his manhood the spot inside her from which her whole body was twitching.

"− p-please − please, deeper −" She mumbled in despair, and he knew it was over, that he couldn't take it anymore.

He tightened his hands on her hips and pushed himself all the way into her, her fleshy walls resisting him, clenching against him greedily, intensifying his sensation. They both moaned loudly, surprised at how intensely they felt each other.

"− oh fuck −" He muttered, with painfully slow thrusts of his hips stretching her fleshy walls apart, opening her wide on his cock, a whine escaping her lips each time the thick tip of his manhood rubbed the wonderful spot inside her again, his large hands stroked her smooth thighs in a tender, circular motion, knowing how much she needed his touch now.

"− I know, baby, but we have to take it slow − shhhh −" He hushed her, rooting into her with increasing ease, his cock slick with her moisture − he watching with delight as his length sank into her again and again, her hips trembling in his hands each time he slipped out of her almost all the way just to fill her with himself again.

"− so good − you squeeze my cock so fucking well −" He praised her, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen, their bodies slapping loudly against each other with the sticky click of her moisture, her cheek pressed against his pillow, her fingers clenched tight on his bedding, her eyes closed, her lips parted in absolute delight.

"− p-please − I − mghmm −" She mumbled, her hips coming up to meet his every thrust, her thighs spread wider in front of him, allowing him to enter her deeper.

He licked his lips seeing this, delighted, feeling that he was surprisingly close to fulfilment − he stared at her, focusing only on the heat inside her, her face welted from exertion, her cheeks wonderfully rosy, her lips puffy and shiny, her hair lying in disarray.

"− so pretty − my babbling little baby, hm? −" He hummed, clenching his fingers tighter on her hips, involuntarily starting to slam into her faster, panting with her louder and louder, his cock twitching with pleasure inside her − she was hot, tight and sticky, squeezing him so well that he closed his eyes, trying not to let himself cum too quickly.

"− y-yes −" She mumbled softly, sweetly, and he sighed hearing this, feeling a strong shudder pass through him.

He lost his temper and began to act instinctively, his cock stretching her with every thrust of his hips faster and more aggressively, her babbling turned into mewling, her mouth parted wide in surprise at how intense the sensation was.

"− oh God −" She cried out, panting loudly with him − he licked his lips feeling how hard she squeezed him, pounding into her with sure, violent slaps, not letting her escape, they both began to pant as they were fucking each other like crazy.

He sped up involuntarily, rooting into her like a madman, moaning loudly along with her, feeling shivers run down his spine each time he forced his fat cock into her tight interior again.

"− m − m gonna cum −" She mewled and after a moment her body arched in orgasm, clenching greedily on his cock, sucking it inside, her mouth parted wide in loud, surprised moan of pleasure.

He leaned over her and kissed her greedily, pressing his tongue deep into her throat, panting loudly, rooting his cock into her, heedless of her desperate whines, her insides oversensitive and sore from her fulfillment.

"− no, baby − just a little longer − I need to fill you − thaaat's it, there we go, oooh, fuckkk −" He gasped, coming hard at least, trembling and clenching his eyes shut, a helpless groan of relief escaping his lips as his semen finally spilled inside her.

"− oh God, baby − so fucking good − you did so well for me −" He praised her, placing tender, lingering kisses on her hot cheeks and neck, rocking his hips inside her for a moment longer.

She looked at him with misty eyes, swallowing loudly, breathing hard.

"− can − can I touch you now? −" She asked in a trembling voice, all hot − he smiled lightly and hummed, kissing her again, tenderly and softly.

He murmured contentedly when her arms immediately wrapped around him and pressed him against her naked body − he reciprocated her embrace and snuggled his face into her cheek, trying to calm his breathing.

He wanted to slide out of her, but was stopped by her hand gently gripping his buttocks.

"− can we stay like this? − just for a little longer −" She whispered embarrassed − he felt hot in his heart at the thought that she wanted to keep feeling him inside her.

He returned to his previous position and embraced her, lying down with her on his side, entwining their hands and legs, pressing his forehead against hers, gently teasing the tip of her nose.

"How do you feel? Are you all right? Did you enjoy it?" He asked tenderly, stroking her bare shoulder with his palm, wondering if he'd gone a tad overboard for their first time.

She nodded, swallowing loudly, her body pressed tighter against him, sweaty and hot.

"Yes. Can we take a nap now?" She asked in a whisper and he chuckled under his breath, kissing her nose with delight.

"You can nap at my place all night." He murmured and felt her move as she threw him a surprised look full of hope.

"Can I sleep here?" She mumbled and he snorted, running his nose over her cheek.

"That question assumes you have any choice. I have no intention of letting you out of my arms tonight."

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asgardianhobbit98 · 3 months

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Four for Valentine: Week 3 "Eavesdropping"

Fandom: DC, Nightwing, Batfamily

Pairing: Nightwing / Female Reader

Important tags: Probably the most overdone trope in the world but hey, it’s Nightwing fluff, we deserve more Nightwing fluff; fluff; proposal; eavesdropping; established relationship; female reader.

Summary: You overhear Dick and Bruce talking on the phone and find out Dick is wanting to borrow money... This sets off some alarm bells in your mind as their relationship is so strained it must be something very important for Dick to ask for money. Turns out, though, that it's not all as bad as you thought it was...

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You had been done with work maybe two minutes earlier than usual. Yet, in those few moments before he noticed you, you managed to overhear enough to scramble your brain completely.

Dick was on the phone with someone you deduced to be Bruce – not because you were in any way a detective like Dick, but because you literally overheard an annoyed ‘Bruce’ come from Dick’s mouth.

Awkwardly standing behind him, you listened in on what was going to become a life changing moment of eavesdropping.

It wasn’t like Dick had any secrets from you to begin with, so eavesdropping wasn’t perhaps the reason behind why you suddenly felt so awkward. It was more the fact that, quite honestly, Dick’s relationship with Bruce was.. complicated. And on top of that Bruce was a very intimidating character all on his own. So you didn’t want to interrupt in the slightest in fear that he might get annoyed with you (not that Bruce ever could get annoyed with you). So you stayed right there on the side of the street, staring at Richard’s back as you overheard everything…

“It needs to be perfect. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, I can’t just give – But it’s just a little… Yes, I know. I know. I know what I said. I just can’t afford this one right now. I’ll pay back… Really? No, I want to pay back. Thank you Bruce. I mean it. I owe you one. No, I do. Thanks. Bye.”

Once he hung up, he turned to find you awkwardly stood behind him. He nearly jumped out of his skin, which was unusual as Dick was really difficult to scare. The man had a sixth sense or something, probably from his time at the academy.

“Did you just overhear-“

“No! Not at all,” you were quick to say.

But inside, that lie didn’t quite cover the beating of your heart and the worry spreading through your chest. Dick would never borrow money from Bruce because of their complicated relationship. So what was so important…

Assuming it was you that he was speaking of was something you were comfortable with. After all, this man had devoted himself to you since that day, three months into your relationship, that you’d caught him mid mental breakdown in the shower… and you had jumped in, clothes on, to just hold him. He went through so much. So much pain. So much anguish. He saw such horrors as a detective in Bludhaven. You just wanted to be there for him. So of course you were. Without judgement. Without fail. And apparently he’d had little to no such support before. Because from that day on, Dick had been in love with you.

You’d fallen for him a bit earlier, but once his love was locked in, you only fell deeper in love with him. He was so gentle, so caring, and so extremely goofy… Just to make you laugh, smile…

Perfection. He was perfection to you. And so, you didn’t feel it was a presumption to think he had been speaking about you. The only thing your brain was trying to figure out was what he was borrowing money for.

…

He drove you home, as always.

You didn’t live together yet, but you practically did.

On the days that he could get away from work to pick you up from your job, drive you home safe and walk you up to your door, and subsequently enter after you invited him in for dinner or a movie marathon or to just talk, Dick didn’t go home. He had clothes in your closet, his own set of towels, his own bar of soap. And you had the same objects in his flat.

Why the two of you didn’t live together yet was mainly because Dick was a little reluctant. Not in a bad way. But he was worried for your safety. He never brought his work home unless it was too much on him and he needed to talk or cry to you, but he was terrified that “work” would follow him home some day and it would put you in danger.

You weren’t quite sure why, considering Dick always managed to put everyone in jail. And if he didn’t, then Bludhaven’s protector, Nightwing, sure did. Still… you let him fret about your safety and you didn’t push him on the subject.

You hadn’t mentioned living together for three years now. It had turned into a comfortable routine to simply pretend to have daily sleepovers.

But as Dick walked you up to your door that afternoon, using his own key to unlock it for you, you were quieter than usual and forgot to offer the usual invite in.

He tried to ask if something was the matter but you just kept up the ‘no no! I’m okay!’ façade as best as you could.

The routine continued as normal for a while after that; the gentle homely everyday life the two of you had created, where Dick would sit himself down at the kitchen counter with some reports he wanted to finish, or read through, whilst he watched you cook happened just as always.

He cooked sometimes too in the beginning of your relationship but that hadn’t lasted long as he was, quite honestly, useless in the kitchen. You blamed his childhood where he’d literally had a butler. He blamed the fact that he was just better at other things. Whatever it was he was better at, you used to joke, you hadn’t seen it yet.

He’d always chuckle and pretend to be hurt before pressing kisses to your temple, hugging you tightly.

This evening was a little different from others though. He finished some reports. You cooked. He would look up and stare at you… And that was where the difference came in. You wanted to turn around and catch his gaze as usual, send him a little loving smile… But you didn’t. You were too caught up in the conversation you’d overheard, not sure why. Your mind was trying its hardest to come up with something: a reason for why Dick would borrow money for you…

Of course Dick noticed that. He was a detective, and a damned good one when it came to you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once more. There was a mixture between worry and haste in his words whilst he stood to move over to you.

You were absentmindedly stirring the boiling pasta which wasn’t needed as much as you were doing it, but it was something to avoid his loving gaze. He hugged you from behind, and you instantly leaned back into the hug, enjoying his little kisses and his little nibbles at your neck. “You’re quiet and you’re avoiding me. You never do that.”

True. Even if you were sad or upset about something, even him, then you’d never become distant.

Humming in delight at his show of affection, you let go of the wooden spoon and let your hands rest on his arms around you. “I’m sorry, Dick. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“So something is wrong?”

“No… I don’t know.”

He let go of you to gently turn you, catching your gaze with a tilt of his head. “What do you mean?”

You desperately reached out to hold his hands, just to touch something and to ground your thoughts a bit, because honestly you weren’t quite sure why you were so fixated on this but… you were.

“I guess I sorta overheard your phone call earlier…”

“Oh…” His eyes grew big, and he tensed.

Oh no.

“Love, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but why were you asking Bruce for money?”

Dick shook his head quickly, “Wait no, this isn’t…” Dick sighed. “Just. Stay there. Well, don’t let the food burn I guess but stay there.”

He suddenly rushed off, leaving you with more questions than anything else, really.

“Dick? Wait where are you going?”

He grabbed his jacket and just reassured you it was all okay and that you shouldn’t go anywhere… then he left.

Huh? You stood, dumbfounded, in the kitchen, pasta boiling, sauce bubbling…

And now you were less worried, and more confused. Dick hadn’t seemed weirded out or like he was off to never come back, he just seemed stressed about something not going his way and you really had no idea what was going on.

Fighting the urge to get a little upset about his lack of communication, you finished cooking and prepared two plates of food.

In the end, you ate yours all alone, and put his plate in the fridge for him.

You cleaned up the kitchen, you watched the sun go down over Bludhaven, you stared at the clock, you paced for a while, you tried to watch TV for a while…

Hours later, you gave up waiting and moved to the shower. You sent a couple of worried text messages with no response. You got ready for the night as best you could despite the growing pit in your stomach.

Did he run out for good after all?

Had something happened?

He had seemed stressed, maybe he didn’t drive safely?!

…

At some point during the night, you’d heard the key enter the slot and the front door open. It wasn’t like you could sleep, after all, so you’d propped yourself up on your elbows and waited. It was Dick’s footsteps that entered. He shifted around a bit by the door, then his steps disappeared into the flat.

Confused, and at this point a little hurt despite not knowing what to be hurt about, you just laid back down and turned onto your side.

What a strange day.

…

Not quite sure if you got a lot of sleep in or not, but at least aware that you had fallen asleep now that you knew Dick was safe, you were suddenly stirred awake by Dick crawling onto the bed.

He sat on his knees next to you, reaching for your shoulder to wake you, but paused when he noticed you move your head to look at him. It was dark as all hell in the room, so you only saw his shape for a while. Until he bent back to turn the lamp on behind him.

You squinted your eyes for a bit as they got used to the light, noticing him shift his hand to hold something out to you, but not seeing what until a bit later and…

Once you saw what it was, you just sort of stared.

There were even more questions in your mind now. He had run out for this!? Was this the thing he wanted to buy that he required Bruce’s help with!? If so, you understood why because… this ring looked expensive. Not only that, but you saw the little black box had an insignia from a rare jewellery store which one couldn’t find anywhere but in Gotham City.

Had Dick really gone all the way to Gotham just now to… “What’s this?” you asked, voice filled with sleep.

“A ring.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I know but… Dick, I asked earlier-“

“It was this. I saw this a couple days ago when I visited Bruce.”

Huh? When had Dick been to Gotham? So many questions…

“I wanted to get it for you. It’s… It’s perfect.” He was still sat there on his knees, both his hands holding the little black box open for you to see.

You were still half asleep in bed, head lifted from the pillow, sheets wrapped around your body snug. “What… Dick I don’t get it.”

“Marry me.”

OH.

“I mean…” Dick laughed a bit awkwardly, “Do you want to marry me?”

Were there still questions that you had? Yes. Many. And a lot of them were going to be answered those days before the wedding when Dick decided to come clean about his secrets, but for now… For now, you were elated.

This silly man had driven to Gotham to get the ring once he understood that you were beginning to get onto what he was planning… For what? Just so he could still surprise you?

Probably. He liked surprising you.

So of course you laughed. A little bit at him rather than anything else. He looked a little miffed by this reaction, so you were quick to sit up in bed and reach your hands out to lovingly cup his hands holding that… insanely expensive looking ring. Which you loved, by the way. Even if you were scared of wearing it in fear of breaking it.

“This is what this was all about?” you asked.

He nodded his head, his blue eyes clearly not quite sure yet of whether you were okay with this or not.

So, you were quick to smile at him and nod your head to ease his mind: “Yes, silly. Of course I want to marry you. You didn’t have to ask. And you didn’t have to get such an expensive ring. All I ever need is just you.”

He smiled. Oh did he smile. It only made this moment even more precious to see him smiling this much.

After three years with him you didn’t think you could see any new sides of his, but that smile… that smile was different than anything you’d ever seen before. That smile was adoring and devoted and close to crying all at once… and you loved it. It was a special smile, you’d find out. One that only happened during a couple of special moments in his life. Like right now when he looked at you through a new lens of love.

“All I ever need is you too. But I wanted to get you the most perfect ring, to show you how much you mean to me.” He leaned over and pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips, before pressing his forehead against yours, noses touching as he slipped the expensive ring onto your finger…

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syd-djarin · 5 months

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Treat Me Like A Slut - jack "whiskey" daniels x f!reader

warnings: explicit 18+. *MDNI*

a/n: I got the title of this from the Kim Petras song with the same name. It inspired the filth below.

y'all already know by now my sister in smut @katiexpunk helped me flesh out deets & all that. couldn't do it without you bestie babe. <3

word count: 4k+

summary: Jack returns home from a mission. You have a surprise and a request for him.

tags: Jack calls reader a slut multiple times (at her request), masturbation (m and f), size kink, unprotected P in V, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, orgasm denial, codewords, dom/sub dynamic, pet names for reader (sugar, baby, sweet girl, kitten), reader calls Jack cowboy, references to Jack being a trained killer, reader buys and wears lingerie, established relationship, brief mention of anal play, Creampie !!!!, no physical descriptions of reader, excessive use of Daddy, rough sex, ankle biting, toe sucking, a whip gets mentioned, size kink, spanking, one (1) titty slap, Jack has some funny lines in this one, bruising, and finally Jack is just a menace in this one – sweet and kinky AF.

smut after the cut.

Jack hates jerking off.

Well, he hates jerking off when he could have you. Nothing can replicate the feeling of your lips on his cock or being buried deep inside your pussy. He fucks his cock in his fist anyway, not that he has much of an option at the moment. Sweet, salacious memories of you flood his brain as he tries to melt deeper into the mattress and he attempts to forget the past few weeks. This mission has been long and drawn out; time he would rather spend with you.

You’ve been dating for three months now and can’t stay away from each other. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Jack wants to constantly be in your orbit. When he first asked you on a date, you both agreed to take it slow. “I don’t wanna pressure you, sugar,” he said, and you had agreed that slow is good. You quickly learned that neither you, nor Jack, know the concept of the word. Your first date turned into an entire weekend together. Once he had sampled a taste of your sweetness, there was no going back.

It’s been an agonizing week for Jack. He’s always had a flair for the dramatics, but you can hear it in the tone of his voice that he isn’t exaggerating when he says this week has nearly killed him. Sure, being a Statesman is dangerous and he flirts with death on the daily, but being away from you? He’d rather be given the Old Yeller treatment than to have to be without you.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans, taking a final few tugs at the silky smooth skin of his hard shaft before cum erupts out of him and onto his toned belly. “Fuck,” he says, letting out a long sigh, hand still on how pulsing cock as he stares at the ceiling wishing you were here to lick the spend off of him.

***

You were able to keep yourself busy and enjoy your alone time at first, but as the week went on, you became more impatient. Needy.

Tonight, your apartment feels smaller than usual, the air thicker, as you pace back and forth across the hardwood floor. The book you had been engrossed in lay forgotten on the coffee table, its characters suspended in a world you couldn’t quite bring yourself to re-enter. Your mind was too focused on Jack.

You check your phone for the umpteenth time, the minutes ticking by at an excruciatingly slow pace. The silence in the apartment echoes the restlessness in you. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach, a want, a need, a feeling of unease.

An orgasm might help, you think, but no matter how hard you try, your methods of self-pleasure never seem to fully satiate you. Sure, you’ve made yourself come a dozen times this week, but it’s not the same. You’re spoiled now; Jack’s expert hands, mouth, and god his cock have taken your pleasure threshold to new heights. He’s given you the best orgasms of your life, and now what you’re able to accomplish on your own is slightly abysmal. It’s infuriating or splendid, you can’t decide which, that he seems to know your body more than you do.

Despite knowing it won’t help, the siren call of your cunt wins over. As you lay on your shared bed, engulfed in the smell of his cologne still clinging to the pillowcases, the faint buzz of your vibrator and your sweet little sounds that drive Jack crazy add new noise to the silence. You imagine Jack and the slow, tantalizing drag of his cock in and out of you as you fold like a house of cards letting the aftershocks of your orgasm lull you to sleep.

Just one more day until he’s home.

***

The first light of morning filters through the curtains, kissing the room in a soft glow, you stir from your slumber. You let out a big good morning stretch, and clear the sleep from your eyes. As you sit up, the duvet cascades from your shoulders and you take a moment to bask in the quiet beauty of the morning. Today’s the day.

The list of things you have to do before your cowboy comes home already starts running through your mind like the end credits of a movie, and you spring out of bed and get ready for the day.

As you stroll through the downtown area, with only one bag in hand, you just so happen to walk by a lingerie store. Call it chance or fate, but the sexy tight number in the window catches your attention.

“Hey there sweet pea, what brings you in today?” the older woman greets you as you walk through the doors to the shop. She doesn’t particularly fit the vibe of the store, but her presence is a bit disarming. Of course, you’d shopped for lingerie before, but always online and never in person, so you’re a tad nervous.

“Oh, hi – uh, well I was just out running some errands,” you say, slightly lifting your bag as if to signal this isn’t planned before continuing, “the piece in the corner caught my eye, would it be possible to try it on?” you ask, your eyes dropping to the floor as you tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh sure, honey, that’s a gorgeous one!” You smile and give her your size, and she tells you to look around the shop for anything else you might like to try on. You grab a handful and she leads you to the dressing room, telling you her name is Darla and to holler if you need any different sizes.

You save your favorite, the one from the window, for last. As you slip into the ensemble, the fabric feels luxe against your skin. It’s a lacy, scarlet red babydoll with a thong to match. You admire yourself in the mirror, letting your palms playfully dance over your curves. Any nervousness you feel walking into the store is slowly replaced with a new sense of confidence. Lost in the fantasy of how he’ll respond, there’s a little flutter in your stomach.

“How’s it going in there? Need any help with the laces?” Darla asks. You’re not sure if it’s in her job description to be so kind to her customers, but you like her.

“Great – I, I think I found the one,” you say, opening the curtain to let her finish fastening you into the fabric.

“Oh honey, you’re a knockout,” she says, and you feel your skin warm at the compliment. “Your man’s in for a real treat.”

Yeah. He really is.

***

Once home, the hours seem to pass by slower than molasses, as Jack would say.

You decide to take an ‘everything’ shower to kill time and to compliment your new purchase. You have the time, so you decide to go the full nine; you put on a hair mask, exfoliate, shave, and gua sha your face. You giggle as you remember Jack watching you do it once, except he couldn’t say ‘gua sha’ correctly, mispronouncing the ‘gua’ as ‘goo’.

You moisturize your body in your favorite body butter, the one that Jack thinks smells delicious, and paint your nails to match the lacy number you’ll be donning this evening. Pampering yourself like this, giving yourself the self-care you’ve been needing, amplifies the arousal that’s been brewing all day.

You illuminate the room with a warm flicker of candles, their soft glow creating an ambiance to the room around you while the dulcet tones of your favorite vinyl grace the air at a low volume. You slip into your red number and put the finishing touches on your look as you admire yourself in the mirror. You look hot, and you know it.

You’re ready to pounce on Jack as soon as he walks in.

Suddenly, the unmistakable jingle of his keys in the lock alerts you that he’s finally home. You hear the little creak of the door as he pushes it open, and then the commanding cadence of his boot-clad footsteps, a sound you could identify any day. You feel a buzz course through your body at your excitement as you take your place on the bed.

“Honey, I’m home,” Jack echoes through the entryway.

“In here!” you respond, throwing your voice in his direction.

As Jack swings open the bedroom door, his jaw practically descends to the floor in sheer astonishment, his bag meeting the ground with a resounding thud. A stunned silence envelops the room, his dark brown eyes riveted on you, unblinking and filled with an intensity that leaves him momentarily speechless, while a palpable hunger reflects in his watering mouth.

Holy. Fuck.

“Hi baby, I missed you,” you purr, your eyes locked on his, as you crawl on all fours like a tigress to her prey to finish greeting him, “did you miss me?” you ask, all flirt and no question in your voice, rising to your knees on the mattress to give him a better look at your body.

He must have died and this is heaven. There’s no other explanation for the beauty that is you before him.

He approaches you, his broad hands finding your hips as you interlace your fingers behind his neck. With his body pressed against you, you can already feel his rock-hard cock twitching in his tight, nearly painted-on jeans.

“You have no idea…” he growls in the nape of your neck before pulling away to eye you in a ravenous manner that makes your heartbeat in your pussy.

One of his hands leaves your side, and he reaches up to angle your chin towards him. He looks you in the eyes in a way that makes you feel like you’re the only woman in the world, his eyes saying all of the things his mouth isn’t. He smiles at you for a moment before he leans in and plants his lips on yours. He begins to kiss you languidly, and you both let out soft moans in unison at being in each other’s presence again. His groomed mustache tickles your lips, making you giggle into his mouth.

He pulls back, fiddling with the hem of the baby doll. “You wear this just for me?” he asks, his warm hand splaying on your tummy.

“Mhmm,” you respond, but it comes out sounding a little more like a moan than a reply. “I wanted to surprise you,” you confess while looking down at where his hand meets your stomach, “wanted to look sexy for you, Agent Whiskey,” you look back into his eyes, giving him a little wink, your allure calling out to him; snatching him up faster than any lasso ever could.

Jack normally doesn’t like his work to bleed through to his personal life, but hearing your honeyed voice call him Agent Whiskey is enough to make him abandon all the rules.

“Darlin’, ya always look sexy to me, like a goddamn sex kitten,” he drawls, leaning in to plant tender kisses on your neck, his grazing his teeth over the soft skin of your neck. You giggle, playfully swatting at him. “‘M serious, you are divine,” he adds, divine coming out more like deevine.

You may be the sex kitten in his eyes, but he’s the one lapping you up like a bowl of milk. His hands roam over the tight fabric that graces your body, and you get lost in the feel of his touch. His grip on you is tight, even though you’re fully pressed against him, he wants you closer. His need, his lust, awakens something carnal in you, causing you to lose control of your tongue as you all but word vomit, “Treat me like a slut.” Well, we probably could have eased into that conversation.

He pulls back and eyes your face in disbelief – this must be heaven – before a knowing smirk washes across his face. “Is that what you want, hmm? Want Daddy to get rough with ya, baby?” The hand that’s gripping the soft flesh of your hips begins to migrate down to your ass.

You whimper; becoming putty-like in his hands, more than ready to worship at his altar.

“Tell me, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he urges, squeezing your ass with more force.

“Yes, daddy,” you choke out, “I want you to be rough with me, please…please.”

“My pretty girl wants me to treat her like a slut, then that’s what she’ll get,” He removes the hand on your hip, and the other from your ass, before guiding them to find yours. He interlocks your fingers together and looks at you a bit more seriously this time. You see the darkness that flickers behind his eyes. You know Jack is a dangerous man – a trained killer – but he’d never hurt you. No, this darkness is something different, it’s an insatiable desire to consume you in every way possible, to give you anything you desire.

“Wanna set some rules first, ‘kay?” he says, his voice low. You nod.

“If at any point you want me to stop, slow down, don’t like something, whatever, you tell me, alright? You remember our code word?” he asks, and you nod again. “Good. Now, you don’t get to touch me unless I tell ya to. You don’t get to come ‘til I tell ya to. Got it?”

“Yes, daddy, I understand,” you respond. He lets out another knowing smirk and palms himself through his jeans.

“‘M gonna take good care of ya, baby girl. Now, you gonna show daddy what a good little slut you can be?” he asks.

“Yes, daddy. Wanna be a good slut for you.”

You’re a little surprised at how quickly you slip into submission, although you shouldn’t be. Not when it comes to Jack. He’s a master at getting what he wants, and you’re not sure if there is anything that you wouldn’t do for him.

“Good girl. Now, off the mattress and get on your knees,” he orders, already unbuckling his jeans to free his wicked big cock.

You do as he says, feeling yourself sink your weight onto your shins and the coolness of the hardwood beneath you. “Open your mouth,” he says, his heavy cock in hand, stroking it to get it to full length.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, patiently waiting for your next instructions.

He continues to stroke himself, looking, admiring, the gift of a woman that sits before him. As he pumps himself, he takes a few steps forward so that he’s hovering above you. Your big doe eyes look up at him, and you’re drooling at the sight of him like you always have.

His thumb ghosts over his red and weeping tip, and he uses it to collect the dribble of precum that has beaded through his slit to wet the tip of his cock. He taps the mushroom head of it onto your tongue a few times, a sticky string of saliva trailing between him and your tongue with each lift before he eventually plants the tip fully in your mouth. Your lips lock around him, and you begin to moan, reveling in the heady taste of him. You want so badly to move, to take him deeper into your mouth, but he hasn’t told you to do so. He tangles one of his hands in your hair, firmly pulling; not too gentle, but not too rough, either.

Jack slides your mouth off of him. He’s admiring your present state; spit and precum smeared across your mouth and down your chin, hair disheveled and your eyes delirious from lust.

“Change of plans,” he says, offering no explanation as to why he’s suddenly depriving you of sucking him off.

“Don’t worry ‘m gonna take of ya, like I always do,” he says, kicking off his boots and shucking the rest of his clothes to the floor, “hands and knees on the bed, baby.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You’re clambering over yourself to follow directions, legs unsteady from your agonizing need.

Jack drops to his knees behind you, takes his thick finger, and slips it into your crack, under the lacy string situated between your cheeks. He pulls back on the thin string and releases it, the snap causing a pleasant sting against your skin.

“Soaking wet,” he hums, ‘always so fucking wet, you perfect girl,” he rasps, running that same finger through your seam, along the drenched lace, causing you to whimper. “Who’s got you so wet, baby, hmm?” he asks, knowing the answer, he just wants to hear you say it.

He lands a light swat on your ass when you don’t answer him. It sends a shiver through your spine, more arousal dripping into your thong.

“‘M not gonna ask you again. So tell me, who’s got your pretty pussy so wet, baby?”

“You, Jack, always wet for you, only you,” each word comes out shaky, so aroused you might collapse if Jack doesn’t alleviate the ache soon, “Daddy, please,” you cry.

Kneading the flesh of your ass he grunts in approval. “S’right baby, you’re mine. All mine.”

Jack pulls the thong to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to him. He spits down, trailing from your asshole to your clit, your legs clench in response. You’re using all your might not to move. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, after all, it is his job to notice things; even on the subtlest level.

Ghosting a fingertip over your tight ring of muscle, rousing you, “You like it when I touch you like that? Touchin’ your other slutty lil hole?”

“Y-es, fuck,” gritting out through ragged breaths. He files that information for later, a smug grin plastered on his face.

He swipes his tongue from your clit up your entrance. He moans in response to your taste like you’re the best dessert he’s ever had; you whimper from the spark of pleasure of the warmth of his tongue. He teases you a few more times by lightly skimming up and down, licking you from your clit down to your aching hole. You can’t help but squirm, rocking your hips back to meet his mouth, chasing your high. He smacks your ass again, a reminder to keep still.

“Need more,” you whine pitifully, his grip on the back of your thighs is now ironclad, blocking you from gaining more stimulation that isn’t provided by him.

He halts his movements and pulls his face away from your pussy, but still close enough that you can feel his hot breath when he speaks, “I know I don’t need’ta remind you to use your manners.”

“Please, daddy, I need more, fuck, fuck, fuckkk!” you desperately cry.

“Good girl, askin’ so nicely,” punctuated by shoving a thick finger into your weeping entrance.

Jack pumps his finger in and out at a steady pace, all while flicking his tongue across your throbbing clit. When he thinks you’re relaxed enough, he slips in a second finger, and the added sensation and drag against your soft walls has you barreling towards the edge of your orgasm.

He can tell you’re close by the way your cunt grips down on him, tightening like a trap, one you never want him to leave. He slows his pace, edging you until you’re writhing in his grip. “Daddy, please, please let me come,” you’re heaving, covered in a sheen of sweat.

“My little slut gets to come when I tell her she can,” he torts.

Once he senses you’re no longer as close to finishing as you were, he slowly picks up his tempo once more and the attention he places on your clit brings you right back to the boiling point. Your fingers card through his dark locks as you hang on to him for dear life, doing your best not to come without permission.

“J–Jaa-Jack,” you cry, “I can’t hold on much longer, I’m going to come, I need to come.”

He wants to continue to edge you all night, but the growing ache from his neglected cock begins to get to him. As much as he wants to continue to devour you, his blood-filled shaft has other plans.

“Alright, you can come, let me hear you, pretty girl,” he whispers against your mound before his lips find their home around your clit, and his tongue begins to circle against it in just the right way. With his permission, you let out a sigh of relief; your orgasm washes over you like the ocean onto the shore, it’s loud and strong.

Jack gathers the slick seeping out of you onto his fingers and sucks it off, his eyes fluttering shut as he savors the final taste of your release. “That’s finger lickin’ good, baby,” he says. You might feel inclined to cringe at that, but you’re too fucked out to mind, but a little giggle escapes your chest at the comment. Only Jack could find the perfect balance of vulgarity and humor.

He drops both of his large palms to your thighs and begins to massage them with a soothing amount of pressure, grounding you through your floaty, blissed-out state, and it’s not before long that the need for more returns. He gently pecks soft kisses on your lower back, murmuring praises against your skin. Such a good girl, you did so good for me, my sweet and pretty girl. He’s sensual and sweet amidst the dominance he’s displaying, the duality makes your heart beat fast and your pussy flutter.

He rises to stand and positions himself behind where you’re bent over. He strokes his heavy cock as he marvels at how good you look like this, bent over, ass up, just waiting to be stuffed full of him. He lines the tip of his cock up against your wet and waiting cunt to gather a little bit of your slick on the head of him before he begins gliding his cock up and down through your messy folds. The sensation on your somewhat sensitive clit makes you let out a small little whimper.

“Want daddy to fuck you, pretty girl?” Just like before, he already knows the answer, he just wants to hear you beg for it, beg for him. His ego is as big as his cock. His words are as much of a tease for him as they are for you; his resolve begins to crumble further with every moment he’s not buried to the hilt inside you.

“Yes!” nodding your head despite the way it’s still spinning, “please—”

“Think she can fit it,” he asks, not giving you a second to answer as he drives the length of him inside you with no restraint. Your body jolts forward on impact and he clutches your waist, pinning you in place. Both of you are unmoving, gasping to catch your breath as you adjust to his size. It’s a stretch every time and you delight in it. “Course she can, cuz my girl is a perfect little slut,” he says, dragging his cock in and out of you with ease as your wetness coats him.

‘Fuck, baby. You feel so good, it’s like this pussy was made for me, just fuck, just for me,” he says, willing himself to not bust inside of you already, but it’s hard. Having you like this, at his mercy, coupled with the time he spent away from you, he’s shaking in his proverbial boots.

You start to reach your hand behind you to hold onto his arm, but stop, remembering the rules. You don’t get to touch me unless I tell ya to.

Jack beats you to the punch, “Go on, darlin’, grab hold’a daddy. You’re gonna need it.”

Just as soon as you wrap your hand around his forearm, he pulls almost out of you entirely before slamming back into you, the tip of his cock punches your cervix and you let out a little welp. The intensity of the relentless pace he has set has you breathless, keyed up, on the edge of another orgasm. He continues to fuck in and out of you, plowing into your pussy at a devastating pace; no mercy to be found.

Lecherous sounds echo through the bedroom; Jack’s hips slapping against the flesh of your ass, the wet squelch of your pussy, guttural groans and whines.

“Such a good fuckin’ slut for me, kitten… you take this cock so good, so fuckin’ tight, Jesus…” Jack rambles in between his thrusts.

“Tell daddy how it feels,” he commands, landing a sharp smack against your ass. “Feels so good, daddy, mmm, feel so full,” you sputter, an octave higher than you usually speak.

“Yeah I know, baby girl,” he pulls out, manhandling you onto your back, jerking your legs over his shoulders before he slams back into you in a matter of seconds, the intensity of it causes your tits to bounce and Jack loves the sight of it. The angle has his cock punching your cervix brutally and deliciously. Your cunt grips him tighter as you watch the way his jaw goes slack as he pummels in and out of you. He can use you like this forever and you’d be fine with it.

Jack turns his face to graze his teeth across your ankle, then bites the soft flesh, eliciting a yelp from you. The look in Jack’s eyes is voracious. He’ll never have enough of you.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he growls, gently slapping one of your tits through the cups of the babydoll to redirect your eyes into his. Locking eyes with one another while Jack ravages you has you hurling into another orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m so close, daddy,” just shy of shouting.

A cheeky grin breaks out on his face as if he’d gotten an idea just now. Jack lifts one of your legs off his shoulder and holds it steady, your foot now directly in front of his face. Without warning, he shoves your middle two toes into his mouth.

“Jack!” You actually shout this time. A mix of surprise and bliss.

“Scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar,” he teases, but admittedly, he loves seeing how loud he can get you to cry out his name.

He runs his warm tongue along your ticklish toes and you’re done for. “Can I come daddy? I’m so fucking close, please I need to come…” panting like a dog in heat.

“C’mon give it to me, pretty girl, gimme another and I’ll fill you up with my cum,” he encourages. He’s not far off from where you’re at. “Been such a good slut for me tonight, soak this fuckin’ cock…”

He’s rutting into you with such great force, you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. That thought is the last push you needed; you’re clenching around Jack while you’re coming; entering a rapturous daze.

“Oh fuck, Jack—fuck, ah!” mewling loudly. Your juices drip out of you onto his cock and the sheets. He loves how messy your pussy is.

“That’s it baby, mmmm such a sweet mess you made for me…” cooing at you.

He slows his speed way down, but keeps the thrusts deep, helping you ride out your second orgasm of the night.

A few hard, deep, slow thrusts and Jack is spurting his spend in your pussy.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck, baby,” halting his movements, resting his forehead against yours. The sticky sheen of sweat clings in the air; the distinctive smell of sex permeating the room.

He showers your face in tender kisses, leaving no patch of skin untouched. You adore the way Jack will fuck you within an inch of your life and will be caring and attentive afterwards.

***

Both of you lie still tangled in each others’ arms, Jack breaks the silence, “Maybe I should leave more often,” in that post-sex-husky-raspy voice you love so much.

“Nuh-uh, this week sucked without you. Leave for that long again and it’ll be you getting treated like a slut,” you taunt. You giggle uncontrollably, still under the effect of your climax.

He puffs out an exhale of relief. He’s not convinced you have a dominant bone in your body until you reveal that you purchased something else in addition to the red number still lingering on your body.

“You should see what else I bought,” you say, your voice suggestive enough to perk Jack’s ears up from his nearly fucked out comatose state. He opens one eye and looks at you with an inquisitive face. You let out a smirk, and jump up from the bed, a bounce in your step, as you walk over to the dresser across the room.

Jack’s jaw actually falls to the floor this time when he watches you reveal a long, black, leather whip.

“My turn, cowboy.”

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motherraid · 30 days

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I can’t find any rules so if your uncomfortable plz feel free to ignore this but I recently found out that when a afab person sits on someone else lap, they can feel the *throb™*

So I’m currently thinking what would Sebek do if during the Masquerade s/o fem!reader ended up sitting on his lap and he felt the throb. What would he do? Would he get hard or would he wonder what it is?

Can I be ✨🎀 anon plz? If you do those kinds of anon thingies lol

Omg of course???!?!?! It's been so long since I've taken an ask from a named anon what you're so nice 😭😭😭

AND YOU HAD TO PULL A SCENARIO FROM MY FAVORITE EVENT TOO ILY

((Grinding, manipulation/gaslighting(??), boners (lol), slight exhibitionism(?? If you squint i think) more big boy words and can't really think or anything else as a description, IM SORRYYY I NEED CHARACTER EXAGGERATION IT'S AN ADDICTION))

Well, well. Back to lap sitting. It seems you all have a certain taste.

Boring answer is he feels it, gets embarrassed, and asks you to get up before he even begins to feel anything. He'd probably offer you his seat and walk off to find another seat he can sit down in. He's red faced, but that's it.

Fun answer?

I believe that Sebek WILL know where it's coming from. I'm sure he has some knowledge in sex ed or smth and if he doesn't, he's still very smart. He can make the connection and what was causing it easily. And when he looks up at you in concealed confusion, he can tell by your nonchalant expression that you aren't doing it on purpose. He assumes it's a natural thing that you shouldn't be ashamed of. So, by that logic, if you feel something hardening under your ass, surely you can understand that it's just natural, right? It's nothing to freak out over, I mean, who wouldn't get hard when there's such a darling sitting in his lap?

And who could possibly have known that something as simple as a pulse could be so alluring?

I mean, if we're talking sweet ol classic Sebek, he'd probably be aaaaabsolutely mortified. His immediate reaction would be to politely tap you on the shoulder and ask you (in the quietest voice he's ever had in his life) to stand so he can use the restroom. He won't even make it to full erection by the time he's flown from the room lol. And as soon as he makes it into semi-privacy, you won't see him for a good while. Well, at least until he can either will his erection to die or pathetically rub one out in a restroom stall like a loser (lmao). Most likely the former. His pride wouldn't allow him to do something so humiliating. If someone heard or caught him whimpering while he spazzes with his dick in his hand mid orgasm he'd truly never show his face in public again.

If you two are in a relationship then maybe he won't be so quick to run away and pitifully consider jacking off to the feeling of you throbbing in his lap- wishing he could feel your throbbing while deliciously stretched around his dick and welcoming every inch deeper into your warm cunt until either he runs out of inches or you run out of space.

No, no. He may just steadily place both hands on each of your thighs and bury his face into the back of your shoulder. Or the crook of your neck depending on how tall you are.

("Please... Just stay here for a moment. I swear that I'll let you up soon.. But for now I need you to stay put... and try not to move too much." )

And uhm.. Mk so you know it's not a Duke post without some sort or freak in there, and I just can not write something without going feral about it and the only way I can go feral about it is if I exaggerate his character so PERVY SEBEK

So if you somehow had managed to sit down in his lap and he feels his zipper area becoming a bit uncomfortable, you'd better have a strong will. The absolute degrading filth this boy will spew into your ears will either have you grinding into his crotch and begging him for more or trying to muffle your hurt/confused sobs. Best believe he ain't going nowhere, and neither are you for your little stunt. Sure, you may not have been intentionally trying to arouse him, but you are the one who insisted on using him as a seat when there are plenty of places to rest. That must have been what you wanted, huh? To see him all red faced and bothered? You probably like seeing him breaking a sweat, lip between his teeth and digging his digits into the underside of the seat. You must loove making him horny. It's like you get a kick out of it. Is it funny for you? To see him in agony?

Well, two can play at that game. Don't even bother acting surprised when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you tight to his chest. He might wait for a person or two to pass out of view before his tongue sneaks a quick swipe against your earlobe. His breath is heavy on your neck while he nuzzles his face into your hair. Thank the Seven for the loud(ish) music echoing off the walls, or else anyone a good few feet from you would be able to hear him groaning in your ear. All while one of his hands slowly slides towards the inside of your thigh and gives it a good squeeze.

And don't even think about saying anything. It's all your fault, you know. You just casually decide to sit in a guys lap and act surprised when he gets hard? Just like your enticing second heartbeat, an erection is something that can not be helped sometimes. They can happen anywhere, and every guy can agree to that. So what will it look like when you purposefully sit in his lap, throbbing against his thigh with your ass sat firmly against his crotch? Did you forget you're in a school of boys? They'd understand him in a heartbeat. Some may even say you did it on purpose. You'll only embarrass yourself. So stay still, stay inconspicuous, and stay silent.

Let's be honest, though. He's hanging on by a thread. He's just so embarrassed that you've managed to get him this vulnerable and he's taking that out on you. You feel so warm and smell soo good. It's taking every ounce of restraint to hide his gasps and grunts from the spread crowd around you both. Trust they can't be concealed from you, though. You can hear everything. Not to mention feel everything. It's impossible to ignore him spreading his legs a bit and slowly rolling his hips into you.

If he's miserable and desperate, he'll make you feel even worse. Unless you'd rather sneak away and give him the blow job he deserves for putting up with you. Lend him you pussy for a while and he might even spare you a lecture about public decency once this trip is over. (How hypocritical.)

And he's lying. Of course you'll be getting properly disciplined when this is all over. A hands-on lecture is a must. Best not to worry about that now, though. Just enjoy the moment. He sure is.

("I should have known better than to humor you. To think I actually believed you might have been behaving decently for once.")

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 40: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k please be kind to me this is the last chapter and endings are not my strong suit, but this is exactly how i wanted this to go all along and i am just so glad i managed to get there ;-; 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: nothing untoward, lil bit of angst though!

You were there exactly when Eddie asked you to be there. Furthest tunnel in the system. 9pm. Right on time. Earlier, in fact. Because you had spent the entire day up to that point nervously pacing around your room like an animal in an ill-suited enclosure. Grimacing, worrying, chewing your fingernails to the point that your fingertips were raw and reddened. And yet, it felt like it was wasted nerves. It couldn’t have been that Eddie was prepared to ask you something important, as he had alluded to. Because he hadn’t even bothered to show up on time. This was a huge source of irritation, given how stern he had been when insisting that you showed up when he needed you there.

And even more annoying, since you were aware that Eddie had left your main living space some few hours before you had. You had thought you had heard the various doors and locks as he left to go further into the cavernous tunnel system where you both existed, and then your assumptions had been confirmed when you heard the elevator that led down to the deeper floors. Sitting there in your room, listening to the gears humming, knowing he had gone without saying a word. And although you felt like what was coming that evening was positive, the fact he had left without a goodbye still left a bitter feeling in your chest.

One that was only now exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to show up.

Or maybe he wouldn’t be coming at all.

Nothing over the past few days had offered any indication about whether your previous concerns were at all founded in reality. Although, if Eddie had really intended to propose to you, to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him, it wouldn’t have surprised you at all for him to behave as oddly cold and awkward as he usually was. In fact, it would make sense. Any other time he had ever tried to offer his emotions to you, he had done so in a fit of aggression, angry at himself for feeling that way. Angry at you for making him feel that way. And filled with hatred for himself for how difficult he found it to tell you how much he cared for you, when everything else in life came so easily, so naturally to him.

Perhaps that exact difficulty had scared him off.

Again, you considered your own concerns. It was quick. Sudden. Not really, though. But for you and Eddie? It would be so out of character for him to propose, and so against the grain of the rest of your relationship. But now you had built it up in your mind, wondering how he would ask if he was going to. What words he would say. How he would sound saying them. And if he didn’t ask now, you weren’t sure how you would feel.

You smacked your hands to the front of your face, dragging them down over your cheeks as you let out an exasperated groan.

The truth was that you still weren’t sure how you would feel either way.

“And what, pray tell, are you groaning for, my dear?”

Eddie’s voice made you jump, coming from behind you, and not from the front door of the orphanage.

“Eddie! You scared me… where- where have you been? Where did you come from?”

“I’ve been inside, waiting for you. Please don’t tell me that the grand puzzle of a door handle stopped you from being on time?”

You offered him a look, irritated and questioning, silently asking him if he really wanted to go there at this moment in time. Sensing that it definitely was not the right moment, he continued with a smile.

“Well… I suppose you’re not too late. Shall we go get started?”

Before you could speak he had turned from you, walking back into the tunnel, keeping up his pace even as you rushed to keep up with him.

It was darker down here, limited lighting on the corridors, an endless maze of twists and turns and directional choices that had you feeling a little dizzy. Underfoot, the ground became muddier, damper, and more than once you slipped, almost falling completely. Eddie must have heard, but he remained focused on reaching something, as opposed to offering his limited chivalry and rushing to your aid.

Luckily, timing was on Eddie’s side, as he turned to you at the end of a corridor with a glee-filled smile just moments before you snapped at him, considering turning around and heading back to your bedroom.

The excitement behind the expression took a hold of you too, as you felt yourself building it up once more, forgiving, as you so often did, all of Eddie’s habits that were a little too nuanced to either be good or bad.

“Now… are you ready?”

“F-for what?”

He opened the door without answering, taking your wrist, not your hand, and pulling you into yet another dark room that smelled of mould and dust. There was a small window, through which you could see down to another level. A wide track, big enough for a car or maybe two, carved into the floor, grooves where the walls had been smoothed, dents where glints of metal shone from. You couldn’t quite tell what you were looking at, but you really didn’t want to disappoint Eddie.

“Wow… that’s so… cool.”

He narrowed his brows as he looked at you, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath, one of his learned behaviours and his attempt at not immediately becoming infuriated with you.

“No, no. Not that.”

Guiding your body with his hand on your lower back, he ushered you towards a large surface covered by a stained and grimy sheet.

“This!”

Admittedly, when he grabbed the end of the sheet, you had hoped he was going to reveal something a little more impressive. A meal, laid out for you both. Some jewellery. Anything other than what was facing you. A large control panel, thousands of buttons and pulls. And you couldn’t help but laugh a little. That you expected anything other than electronics from Eddie.

“This?”

“Yes. This. It’s… this is it. This is going to work this time. And this…”

He gestured towards a large, red button in the centre of the console.

“... this is what will start it all.”

With your warm smile and curious smile as encouragement he continued.

“This, my dear, operates the racetrack which I have built below us. Moving platforms, daring twists and turns, drop ceilings, drop floors, spikes and explosions and drowning potentials. I control them all. And, when Batman inevitably succumbs to the desire to beat me, I will use all of these pleasant little buttons to destroy him.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm. It was always so catching, and it would never stop making you beam with adoration to see Eddie in his true state as the Riddler, plotting Batman’s death with all the giddy glee of a child on Christmas morning.

“Now, more importantly than all of these buttons, my dear, is this one. The big red button. Of course, I didn’t need to make the button large and red. I’m perfectly capable of recalling where I placed a detonation switch. But what can I say? Explosions deserve a touch of ceremony.””

Eddie beamed as he gestured towards a large red button in the middle of the console.

“This one starts everything off. No more test laps. This button will ignite the flame. And, for the inaugural race, when Batman is finally lured into my trap…”

He reached towards you, taking your hands. The first gentle physical gesture he’d extended to you all day. It made your skin tingle, your heart skipping a beat as your mouth became suddenly dry.

“I want you to press it.”

It took everything in you not to let the tears, which had begun to form immediately, fall down your cheeks. You had to stay present, strong.

That was what he wanted to ask you.

If you’d press a button.

The button.

A big, red button that he hoped would kill Batman.

And you realised that was the only question you wanted him to ask.

The meaning was there. A shared commitment. Welcoming you into his world, into his life. Culpable, aiding and abetting. Partners. In crime or otherwise.

“Will you… I mean, I would like you to do me the honour of pressing it.”

You stared, still not one hundred percent convinced that you were comprehending the situation as intended, only blinking in silence until he continued.

“I have worked for this moment for so long. This is the most effort I have ever put into a plan or a scheme. This could potentially be my crowning achievement, or, if it fails, the thing that sends me back to Arkham for who knows how long. And in either event, I want it to be you who sets it in motion. I want you to be the catalyst for my triumph. I want you to be the decider in my fate. Because I am hopeful that regardless of the outcome, you will be there at the end. And if you start it… then… maybe you’ll be more inclined to see the end too.”

Eddie took your hands in his, taking a deep breath to renew his confidence, but knowing that you could hear the nerves jangling on his voice.

“So… will you?”

He was so worried, you could feel it in the air, in his trembling hands, shaking as they held yours tighter than he ever had. The answer he wanted was yes. Because a yes would fill in the gaps. This was a stand in question, of course it was. He couldn’t ask you what he wanted. There were so many complications, so many legal disadvantages for you both, so many potential dangers for you. So this, this gesture of faith and trust, a gesture of sharing his life’s work, a significant, if not the most important, moment so far, was just an easier way to ask you. And he stood there, terrified, no longer able to hold up the facade of egomaniac. Because your answer to this question was going to be your answer to any other question he might plan on asking you. And he needed the correct answer.

“Eddie… I…”

It was still a lot of pressure. Even on its own, the thought of being the one to push the button was stressful, but this was such a loaded question, with so many layers. It was asking you if you agreed to what your future would be.

This was it though. This was your forever. The most forever you could have with Eddie. And it was perfect.

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s arms were around you quickly, his heart beating hard enough that you could feel it against your chest. His entire world was hanging in the balance, his every want and desire, for weeks now, and he had finally found some relief, evident by the way he had begun peppering your neck and shoulder with warm kisses as he kept you in his embrace.

He stood back eventually, keeping his hands on your hips and turning you towards the control panel.

“Ok… let’s do this then. For better or for worse.”

His fingers tensed on your waist, his breath still, holding it in anticipation as you hovered over it, dreamily romanticising it in your head.

“Do you take this criminal to be your unlawfully committed partner, your entire future, your everything?”

As you pushed down the smooth plastic of the button, you could hear gears beginning to grind, an ethereal green light, almost Eddie’s signature now, shining in the rooms below you as flooring shifted and the walls rumbled.

“I do.”

Eddie interrupted the thought, his head against your shoulder as he whispered into your ear.

“And are you ready for a life of crime by my side then, my dear? Is that something you can… do?”

You placed a hand to his cheek, stroking it softly, holding him there as close to you as possible.

“That’s for you to figure out, Eddie. You are a genius after all.”

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In honor of the Adventure Zone and the suffering game coming out soon I’m gonna talk about the moments in The Adventure Zone that got me the most emotional

Obviously spoilers for the Adventure Zone

5. Johann the Bard’s death

This one I think caught the majority of TAZ fans off guard. Whenever an NPC died.. it was always during the events of recovering a grand relic - never after the mission. It’s like-

Johann was here. And then he wasn’t.

And most people grew very attached to Johann during the episodes and arcs of making fun of him, asking if they’re ok with being forgotten, him and his relationship with the Void Fish— and to include this with my number 5

WHEN MAGNUS AT THE END OF THE PODCAST

NAMES HIS FUCKING DOG AFTER JOHANN

OHMYGODDD

4. Meeting Lup

Now- not when Lup was freed from the Umbra-staff and called out her brother for being gay, while that was a funny as fuck moment, that’s not what I’m referring to.

It’s when we cut back to the Stolen Century and we meet Lup officially for the first time. I just remember hearing her speak for the first time and her antics and I remember being like “god.. she’s just like her brother.”

And we get to know her and it’s like- we also find out she is nothing like Taako. She’s more empathetic to people - to strangers- she’s smarter than him(like book smart) , SHES a nerd, she flamboyant and kindhearted and it’s like also-

We’ve known her forever. She was in every single adventure the boys had- she was this overwhelming presence in the entire podcast - from her name burnt into the wall, to “where’d you get that umbrella?”, to flying to Taako’s aid every time he was in trouble— she had always been a character without a name or face to her and then we she is finally formally introduced you just love her instantly.

That’s amazing writing.

3. Arms outstretched

Now this got everyone.

It was such a powerful moment between brothers and between friends- even Griffin didn’t see it coming.

He fully expect them to just let Magnus float off into the astral plane but then they change the entire plot of the story and saved Magnus and brought him back.

Taako and Merle both using a spell slot to bring back their bestfriend. Also foreshadows to their deeper connection back in their stolen century.

The music behind that scene was also fucking phenomenal it was beautiful and I loved it.

2. “You fucking took everything from me”

Ok SO- THIS ONE IS INCREDIBLE- it starts me on the same tangent every time.

In this moment Taako has fully remembered all of the events that happened before Lucretia erased their memories and he is fucking infuriated.

Because if Lucretia had not done it that day- Taako and Barry would’ve found Lup. THINK ABOUT IT - that day they were going to check Wave Echo cave- they would’ve found Lup’s corse and the red robe and the umbrella - Taako would’ve made the connection and Barry would’ve figured it out instantly and Lup would’ve been set free and back.

But because Lucretia did it they never went to WaveEcho cave and they never found her- until a decade later- Taako found her stupid and unknowing - took her umbrella and watched her skeleton decay- AND NOW HE REMEMBERS THIS

And it’s too late to go back to WaveEcho now, the fucking hunger is here and her corpse is long gone, if she was a lich barry would’ve found her by now, and if she was in Phanadalin- it was all glass now - where could she have gone?

Taako is realizing silently what Barry isn’t aware of- Lup was right there. SHE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM- and he couldn’t find her, he couldn’t save her.

In this moment of rage Taako realizes his sister is gone. She’s never coming back. Lucretia took his everything from him.

And it’s all her fault.

1. Magnus’s death

Now. The day I finished TAZ Balance edition, at 9:38PM, I cried myself to sleep. OF COURSE I DID

“HOW DOES MAGNUS DIE?”

SURROUNDED BY HIS LOVED ONES

WITH HIS DOGS

AND MAGNUS FINALLY ENDS HIS ULTIMATE QUEST- HE SEES HIS WIFE IN THE AFTERLIFE

Magnus, rushing in to everything because he ultimately wanted to die a crazed hero so he could see his wife again but still feel like he died doing something worth it just for her, who never loved another ever during his years alive, who turned down the temptation of his own relic because if he was going to see his wife again he wanted her to be proud of him, Magnus Burnsides whose ultimate destination and goal was to see the love of his life again.

And he finally did.

Magnus got the happy ending he truly deserved.

Magnus Burnsides is the most relatable character in all of the Adventure Zone(to me at least) I love and cherished him like he was truly my friend- so when he dies at the end of the podcast I cried like I was grieving a real person.

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN DREAM'S HAIR USED TO BE WHITE!! oh my god. i just saw your post about killala and i have now perished. thanks for breaking my heart.

but also hi!! i'm relatively new to the fandom and it's a great place to be. i haven't finished reading all the comics yet but i'm curious to know:

what do you think are the main differences between TV!Dream and Comics!Dream? i've heard so many people claiming that he is incapable of changing, for instance, and though the show does convey his overall rigidity pretty well, i'm not getting the vibe that he's immutable.

also!! it's clear that he feels a lot. which is always funny to me when the corinthian is like yo, try this and maybe you'll feel something for a change but like. he does!!! or i get the impression that he does. he probably feels too much if anything?? all of it simmering just beneath the surface, barely contained. how would you personally analyze his relationship with his own emotions?

i hope all of this is coherent enough for you to answer lmao, i saw your post about enjoying being asked sandman questions two seconds after i woke up and barged into your inbox. hope you have a lovely day!

Thanks so much for the ask, and welcome if you’re new(ish) to the fandom! 🤗

I’m sorry I broke your heart—much more heartbreak to come I fear if you haven’t read the comics yet, so I’ll try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible.

I am one of those people who believes the differences between comics!Dream and show!Dream are actually not as big as they are made out to be where it matters, and you will definitely find people who disagree. At the end of the day, we all read it through our own lens and will never be fully objective about it.

The main difference I see is that they filed off the rough edges of the comics a bit to make a new audience sympathise more. It’s very hard to do that with a character who is basically in full arsehole mode for most of the first 40 issues or so, and even then only slowly begins to come out of it (although we can obviously see glimmers of what lies below the surface at the beginning of the comics, too, but it’s far more subtle than in the show). I’ve worked in musical theatre for a over decade of my life and understand a bit about bringing the written word to stage/screen, and some things simply don’t translate well from book to stage/screen, and you have to change it. So my personal opinion is we get a more sympathetic Morpheus and certain changes so the audience can do exactly that—sympathise off the bat. You will lose an audience pretty quickly if they don’t care about the protagonist and the universe he moves in, and you can’t be as nuanced about it as you can be in a written work. We’re talking about streaming services thinking about profits here, even if people don’t want to hear it.

Also: The more you sympathise with a character, the deeper the emotional investment and the more you feel, even if it hurts.

Having said this, I don’t think Morpheus is incapable of change, and I never got where that idea comes from. His biggest flaw is that he believes he cannot change (and even he has moments when he admits he might have). In the introduction to Endless Nights, Neil Gaiman says that he was once asked to describe The Sandman in twenty-five words or less, and famously, it was this (you might have heard it):

“The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision.”

And I think some people might have wrongly taken that for an either/or thing. I don’t want to say too much at this point because I don’t know how much you know (if you’d like spoilers or already know how it ends, let me know, I’ll happily expand on it). Only so much:

He is capable of change, also in the comics. Very obviously so. But just like he denies he has his own story (which also isn’t true), he denies he can change. Or at least he thinks he perhaps cannot change enough (it’s actually hard to write about this without giving everything away, help! 🙈).

As for his feelings: He does feel, but again, it is something he pushes down and will deny himself. Until it bursts to the surface and breaks through, and when that happens, it’s usually with, well, let’s say varying results, and that’s putting it mildly. Personally, I’d say he has problems relating to his feelings, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel. Quite the opposite in my view. He holds the collective unconscious—all unprocessed feelings and whatever else floats around in that collective mess, and it’s exactly what he says to the Corinthian in that famous scene: he needs to keep a lid on it and keep that lid firmly closed so all of it doesn’t consume him. But that also means denying himself the feelings that are linked to his own personhood (if you want to call it that). There’s Dream of the Endless, and then there’s Morpheus. And while they’re one and the same and inseparable, Morpheus is also the “point of view”. The character, the person, if you will. And deep down, he craves that personhood so badly. Out of all the Endless, he is the only one who basically collects names because they mean having something beyond his function, which is also mirrored in what he tells Death in “The Sound of her Wings”: he wants something more. He is the only one whose realm is populated with sentient beings (yes, I know Despair has rats, but I think you get my drift). He is desperately lonely and struggles with it. He seeks connection yet denies it to himself. That’s not someone who doesn’t feel.

I don’t know if this answers your questions at all—I was doing the wild “spoiler-free” dance 🤣 But please let me know if you want me to go a bit deeper, I love talking about this stuff.

You can also have a look at my metas if you haven’t already. The headers pretty much explain what they’re about and what spoiler-level to expect, but none of them are truly spoiler-free I guess:

Again, thanks so much for encroaching on my inbox, and feel free to follow up if anything was left unanswered.

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Mother and son shaped by trauma: a deeper look into Alma and Bruno's damaged relationship

Alma and Bruno's mother-son relationship seems like such a minor aspect of the movie, but when you give it some thought, despite the limited focus, it's not only a very complex relationship, but also a narratively significant one.

Obviously we don't have a lot of information on it, but let me reflect a bit on the things we do know, while trying to fill in some blanks. Long post ahead.

Back to the start - how did it go so wrong?

There's one particularly interesting detail that Jared Bush shared on a podcast some time ago. It mostly comes down to the reason Bruno's visions were usually so negative: because that's how he was taught to use his gift by his mother, who would ask him to look into the future for any possible dangers to their home.

Now, this makes perfect sense for Alma's character and gives a great insight into how her trauma affected her. It's a completely natural consequence of the tragedy she experienced - of course she would be gripped by fear and desperate to protect her home from another tragedy at all cost. And the power of foresight is seemingly the ultimate key to preventing tragedy, so of course she would rely on her child's gift for that...

...and yes, that's a great burden to put on your child's shoulders and something that clearly had troubling consequences. The particularly frustrating thing being that those consequences could have been largely prevented only if Bruno had proper understanding and emotional support.

The thing is...the understanding and support probably were there for some time. Some bonus materials suggest that Bruno was not always the black sheep of the family, but quite the opposite. He was apparently once the golden child of the family - until people began to believe his gift was actually responsible for bad future events.

Which brings me to the important question: why did it go so wrong? If Alma herself believed Bruno's gift could help prevent disaster, how and why did this belief that it's actually causing disaster came to be? Didn't she try to protect her son from his gift being horribly misunderstood?

Well, I'd like to give Alma the benefit of the doubt that she did try to protect him, at least when he was a child. But I do wonder if she simply grew exhausted by Bruno at some point, as he grew older? Exhausted by his unclear visions, which were hard to control and not that helpful after all (I think Dolores' verse in WDTAB kinda suggests it). Exhausted by Bruno's eccentric personality that was so far away from the "perfect image" she wanted for the family. And maybe that frustration led to her ultimately neglecting him emotionally and enabling the negative attitude to his gift, even if it wasn't intentional on her part.

Broken trust

Again, this is all just my interpretation and I don't want to assume the worst without any proof... however, I do think it's reasonable to believe that Alma did fail Bruno in some way.

And she might have not realized it, but I think Bruno himself very much felt she failed him. That would also explain his evident lack of trust in her. I talked in one of my previous posts how Bruno not trusting Alma with the vision about Mirabel is a big red flag that something was very wrong in the family. Ideally, he should have been able to trust his mother with the vision, but we were as far from the ideal scenario as we could be - Bruno choosing to hide the vision is a clear sign how damaged his relationship with his mother was at this point and how broken his trust in her was.

Ironically, if Bruno's decision was a result of broken trust in his mother...the same decision also broke her trust in him.

Let's look at it from her (sympathetic but misguided) perspective for a moment. Bruno's gift was something she had relied on in order to protect her family. And so many years later, no matter what the present attitude to his gift was, she still went to him in a difficult moment. So the fact that he essentially denied her that help would definitely feel like a huge betrayal - for Alma it probably looked like Bruno had betrayed the family and betrayed the miracle.

Those would be the understandable feelings of a traumatized woman who probably couldn't stand losing someone she loves yet again - believing Bruno betrayed and abandoned them because he doesn't care was likely a kind of coping mechanism to numb the grief.

Regardless of how understandable those feelings might be though, this coping mechanism was deeply unhealthy and harmful. What's more, the choice to paint Bruno as the bad guy shows horrible lack of self-awareness. And that lack of self-awareness only intensified the unhealthy environment in the family.

Because in the end, Bruno leaving the family should have been the wake-up call that the "perfect" family might have some issues to work through and something needs to change to avoid driving away anyone else. Alma might have not known Bruno's motives to leave, might have been understandably angry and hurt about him hiding the vision, but she definitely should have reflected on her own mistakes as a mother that led to Bruno making this decision.

Protecting the family and understanding the true miracle

But beyond how trauma shaped their relationship, I think there's something else at the core of the issue: their love for their family and their different understanding of what it means to protect it.

I talked about how Alma went to Bruno in a difficult moment, when she feared for the future of the miracle - and that the fact he never gave her the vision and simply ran away must have felt like a betrayal to the miracle.

In some way Bruno did betray the miracle - he betrayed the miracle in the way Alma understood the miracle at that point, as a source of magic more than anything else. And ironically, by doing so, Bruno showed that he actually understood what the miracle was truly about.

Alma was so fixated on protecting the miracle that she ended up losing sight of what was truly important and hurt the family. On the other hand, Bruno saw a threat to the miracle and yet still chose protecting his young niece's well being over anything else - one "giftless" little girl mattered more than the magic.

My point here isn't "Alma bad, Bruno good", that's a huge simplification. Both of those characters were very damaged and were going to unhealthy extremes to protect what was important to them. I'm not saying Bruno's decision to hide the vision was the "right" one or something to be glorified - I mostly think that it's a decision that should have never been made and again, the fact he felt he had to do that shows the deep rooted issues within the family.

But ultimately, he did have the right priority there - of course Mirabel's well being matters more than the magic. Every member of the family matters more than the magic. That's the whole point of the movie and the core of Alma's character arc - realizing that the family itself is the greatest gift.

And one detail I particularly like is that Alma and Bruno are the two people to tell Mirabel she's the real miracle in the end - it shows their values are finally on the same page and there's finally hope for mutual understanding between them.

#Encanto #encanto meta #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #my meta #long post #bear with me writing long encanto meta again #a lot of this has probably been discussed before

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blues824 · 2 years

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Housewardens Realizing You Might Be Gone Soon

Read another fanfic I can’t find and now I’ve been inspired. I would like to say that Reader and Character already have a pre-established relationship. Thank you.

Warning: Angst, Fluff

Reader can be interpreted as any and all genders!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was walking along with you by his side and you were both having a delightful conversation. In the time you were with him, you have learned most - if not all - the rules of the Queen and have tried your best to follow them. You have also helped Riddle’s temper quite a bit. You have taught him to be more lenient and forgiving.

Riddle was being the gentleman he was trained to be and was walking you to your class. Everything had such a golden aura, filled with happiness and... wait...

“I will be there in a moment, my rose. I forgot one of my textbooks.” He said to you. You smiled in understanding and went on your merry way.

As he passed Headmage Crowley’s office, he heard his voice. Riddle knew that it was rude to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help himself... especially when it was your name that was uttered in the office.

“Because I’m so kind, I will go on a trip to ask for assistance in sending our dear Y/N home” Crowley said to himself.

This caused realization to course through Riddle, the realization that you would be gone from this world soon and be returned to your own. What scared him was he didn’t know how much time he had left with you.

He grabbed his textbook from his locker and walked back to the classroom, contemplating what just happened. He didn’t know what he would do if you were just taken from him. He would not allow that! His heart hurt, cracked, and shattered at the very thought of never being able to see you again, to hear your laugh, to see how your amazing eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

Darling, are you ok? was scribbled on a note you passed to him during class. He thanked you mentally for your concern, but he didn’t want to talk to you about it yet. Rather, he would bring you to the Heartslabyul garden to talk about it over tea.

I have something that has come to my attention and I would like to discuss it with you after our classes. He wrote back. Now that has you curious...

As you followed him to the garden, you could feel that this was going to be an intense conversation. Riddle snapped at Ace earlier because he wasn’t standing straight. Riddle pulled your seat out for you, tucked you back into the table, and sat down in his seat.

“What is the matter, Riddle? I can tell that whatever it is, it’s troubling you and that worries me.”

“U-Um... well... I kind of eavesdropped on what Headmage Crowley was saying in his office and he said he was going to seek help in finding you a way home.”

“That’s amazing news! But why are you so upset about it?”

“I don’t want you to leave!” He said in distress. “I don’t know what I would do if I could never see you again! You taught me how to love, that not everything my mother says is just. You’ve been with me through my anger and you’ve calmed me down. How am I going to maintain it all without you by my side?!”

“Oh, Riddle. I had no idea you felt this way.” You said as you placed a hand on his over the table. “If I were to go back to my world, I would miss you very dearly as well. My heart would break with every night without you. But I do miss my world as well. I wouldn’t mind a visit... wait... what if we did just that?! What if we went back to my world for vacations?”

Riddle’s eyes brightened. He seemed to love this idea. You knew about Twisted Wonderland, but he knew very little about your world. This way, he could find out about the land you come from!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was having the most wonderful dream. In the physical world, you were watching a move while Leona laid his head in your lap. You were combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to go even deeper into the dark abyss we call ‘sleep’.

In the dream world Leona was walking through, he stumbled upon a ceremony. It was a wedding... with all of the NRC students... but why were Falena and Cheka there? And why was Cheka walking down the aisle...

The shock of realization caused Leona’s eyes to open wide; it was his wedding. Now is when he noticed that there was music playing as well.

He looked down and saw that he was wearing fancier clothing than he has ever worn before, even as a prince. He walked over to what he assumed was his place and saw that Jack and Ruggie were both there, standing behind him as his groomsmen.

Then, the music changed. Everyone stood up and faced towards the end of the aisle. Then he saw you. You looked absolutely breathtaking. He noticed that you were wearing a wedding outfit that you both saw a while ago while taking a walk in town. He almost started crying.

When you reached him at the altar, he felt complete. This is what he wanted with you. He wanted to get married with you, have or adopt kids with you, be there every morning you wake up and every night you go to sleep.

But... something felt off. He looked around and saw that the scene was peeling away, as if it were all painted and someone was scraping it off of a canvas. He started panicking and looking around, but everyone else seemed unfazed: they didn’t notice?!

He felt your hand gently cup his cheek. You looked him in the eyes and whispered, “It’s okay, my love: I’m sorry we couldn’t have this.” A tear rolled down his cheek.

“I-It’s not! Don’t you see what’s happening?! Don’t leave me!” For a moment, he forgot this was all a dream. He looked into your eyes and saw that you were also crying.

“You have to let me go. I’m sorry I can’t stay here. I love you,” you said as you peeled away as well.

“Damn it! I love you, too...” He sank onto his knees and started crying. He was left in pitch blackness, until he heard someone calling his name.

Leona, Leona, Leona

“Leona! Leona!” He woke up to your voice. You looked at him in worry. He noticed that he was crying in the physical world as well as the dream world. He wiped his face off and sat up.

“Leona, what’s wrong? What did you dream about?”

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. What’s the point anyway? You’re just gonna leave.” He said, clearly upset.

“What do you mean?”

“Crowley’s gonna find a way to get you back to your home and you’re going to leave! Without letting me tell you how much I love you!” He yelled, nearly roaring. He stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“Leo-”

“I love you so damn much and I’m sorry I haven’t said it enough! I’m sorry that I call you rude names! I’m sorry that I sleep too much and skip classes! Just... don’t leave me...”

He broke down. It was an unusual sight and one that worried you greatly. You stood up and pulled him into an embrace. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, slowing his breathing.

When he seemed stable enough, you let him go and held his hands in yours. You looked at him in his eyes and said, “Leo, I could never leave you. If Crowley found a way to send me back, I would say no. My home is with you and wherever you are. I wanna get married to you one day and I want to have or adopt kids with you. You are the love of my life and I hate seeing you so broken up. Now, tell me about the nightmare.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was at the Mostro Lounge waiting for you to come by. He had something he had procured from one of his contracts, a rather beautiful something, and he felt that it would compliment you very nicely.

It was a piece of jewelry, with a golden nautilus shell adorning it. It paled in comparison to you, but he was reminded of you when he saw it. Someone owed him a favor anyway, so it was a win-win-win situation.

When you arrived, he pulled the chair out like a true gentleman and made sure you were comfortable before giving the jewelry to you. You were immediately breathless: it was beautiful.

In the back, Jade and Floyd came up with a very clever plan. They would play a slow dance song so that you two may enjoy each other’s company even more.

When the song came on over the sound system, Azul made a mental note to... erm... maybe he should hold off on that until later. After all, you’re right in front of him and he doesn’t need to ruin the moment with thinking about how he will punish the tweels.

He stood and walked over, extending a hand to you. You gracefully accepted and were pulled to him. Whether you’re tall, short, or of average height, Azul was looking into your eyes. The eyes could always communicate what the mouth couldn’t, and yours were filled with love and adoration for Azul, as his were for you.

Eventually, the song unfortunately ended, but your joy didn’t. You were both talking over dinner. Then the topic of discussion went to plans for the future.

“Where could you see yourself in, say, 5 years?” Azul asked.

“Well, I’m certain we would still be together! Unless...” The first part of your response were music to his ears, but the mood changed when you said unless.

“...Crowley finds a way to get me home. Then it would complicate things quite a bit.”

“Oh...” He forgot that you would eventually have to leave to go back to your world. While he understands that you miss your world, he would miss you very much since you became his world.

“Azul, is something wrong?” You asked. He would miss the way you worried yourself about everyone. None of the students really had that before you came along. You waltzed right into his arms and soon you’re going to waltz right back out of them; all of them.

“Is it selfish to not want you to go back?” He asked after a moment. He looked away from you, slightly embarrassed for even making up the notion, even if it was to bring himself some comfort.

“I’ll do you one better: is it selfish to want to stay here with you than go back?” You responded.

Azul looked up in surprise. Didn’t you want to go back to your home? He feels guilty for being the reason that you would choose to stay over returning to a realm that you’re familiar with; a realm you call your home.

“Are you sure? I mean, I would miss you dearly, but it’s your world! Wouldn’t you want to go back? I’m sure your family misses you! Plus-” You pulled him by his tie into a kiss. He held the back of your neck, pulling you in even deeper. Unfortunately, there is a thing called oxygen that you need, dear Y/N, so you both pulled away from each other.

“I have never been more sure in my life, my love. I love you, and I want to stay here with you.” As you said that, a tear came down Azul’s cheek. You were also tearing up a bit.

“I love you too, my dear. I could never imagine a life without you. You danced right into my arms and tentacles and I don’t plan on letting you go now, if that’s alright.”

“That sounds great to me.”

Kalim Al-Asim

You were once again invited over to the Scarabia dorm, by Kalim. Honestly, you wondered why you just didn’t move in because of how many times Kalim invited you over. Jamil always expected you over as well and was surprised whenever you didn’t. He held you in a high regard as a very close friend and therefore trusts you.

The other dorm members respected you very much, and treated you both royalty. You were always there to encourage everyone in whatever they chose to do, and gave some great advise for them.

Then there was Kalim himself. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth if given the chance. He spoiled you in riches, jewelry, affection, and everything else good in the world.

Now, he was always aware that you would eventually have to go back to your world, but he always ignored the hourglass so that he could enjoy his time with you.

Hence, he invited you over for dinner. They were having curry (much to Kalim’s dismay), and Jamil made a bit too much. You were sat on the left of Kalim while Jamil was on the right. You were occupied in a conversation with the two when one of the dorm members called your name to get your attention.

“Yes?” You responded with a smile.

“I was wondering if you could tell us stories of your world!” The student said with almost child-like wonder and curiosity.

“Of course! Once upon a time...” As you were telling the story, Kalim noticed that even Jamil was leaning in and paying attention. You told a story from your magicless realm, and Kalim found it fascinating that if a magical person were to live there, they’d be deemed ‘odd’.

He was grateful for one thing from your world, however: you. That world brought you here somehow and now you’re his partner. He continued to listen with a lovesick grin and gaze,

“...the end. Oh, that story makes me miss my world. I wish you could see it when I go back.” That brought everyone to attention. They didn’t want you to leave.

Kalim seemed most affected by your words; he had a sad look in his eyes, looking like a kicked puppy. When you looked over, you were about to ask him what was wrong but he excused himself from the table and went to his room. Jamil looked almost as concerned as you were, but he knew that it was a matter you two needed to discuss.

You followed Kalim and walked in. He was on his bed, turned away from the door. You sat down next to him when you noticed that he was shaking, almost like he was crying.

“G-Go away, please. I wanna be alone.” This only made you more worried: this wasn’t like him at all.

“Kalim, what’s the matter, baby? What made you upset?”

“You said you were going back... I thought my love for you would make you stay. I don’t want you to go; I’ll miss you too much.” He turned towards you. He wasn’t crying, per se: he was trying not to cry. You laid down beside him and held him.

“I never knew you felt this way, Kalim. I would miss you, so much. I wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone about the great adventures I had here because they would all think I’m mad. I’d rather stay here than leave, if I’m being honest.”

He looked up at you in surprise and asked, “R-really? You mean it?” His eyes held a sad hope, as if saying I want you to stay with me, but I don’t want to hold you back here.

“I am sure. Kalim Al-Asim, one day, we will get married and by that time I would have forgotten all about my world.” At the word ‘married’, Kalim couldn’t help but blush. He has thought about it many times, but now that he knows his partner is thinking about it as well, it was endearing.

“Thank you, Y/N. You know, one day I’d like to visit your world and see where you’re from, just like eventually you’ll see my homeland.” His eyes filled with joy again, he laid a kiss on your cheek and cuddled into you more.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was doing a photoshoot for a magazine, and he invited you to come along. When going inside, he held his arm out to you. You took it and you both walked in gracefully and elegantly. The photographers took pictures of you both just entering the building.

Vil went into Makeup and started getting ready. You sat in a chair, playing on your phone and texting the other Pomefiore members (and Grim, telling him that you did, in fact, leave him a can of tuna)

Your boyfriend walked out and started the photos. You couldn’t deny it: he looked hot. You were almost drooling, and Vil smirked at your awed expression (which only made him look hotter)

Then, the photographers decided that they should get pictures of you as well, surprising both you and Vil. You went into Makeup for a few moments, and when you came out, Vil’s eyes widened. You looked stunning.

You did the pictures, when the photographers called Vil over for some joint photos. You both looked like the “picture-perfect” couple. The photographers were hyping you both up, as well.

There were a few times where you were supposed to be serious but you couldn’t help but laugh and that caused Vil to laugh as well. It was one of the times the photographers actually saw Vil enjoying himself at a photoshoot.

After, one of the cameramen walked up to you and asked about your contact info since the photos turned out really well. You wrote it all down on a piece of paper and handed it to him.

Vil extended his arm to you again and led you to the car. He took you to a fancy restaurant and he even pulled your chair out for you and everything. When he sat down, you started conversing about Vil’s past photoshoots, today’s photos, and the future.

“It’s a shame. It’s a beautiful studio. Too bad I won’t be around to enjoy it for much longer...” You said with a wistful sigh.

“What do you mean, my dear?” Vil asked. It appears as though he forgot about your circumstance.

“Well, Crowley is going to eventually find a way to get me back to my world. I don’t know what that’s going to be like. Will I remember everyone? If so, I will miss them very dearly.”

“Oh... it seemed to have slipped my mind. I would miss you the most, darling. If you forgot about this world, it would shatter my heart. You would lose all the precious moments we have had together, along with not knowing you stole my heart as well.” When saying this, Vil nearly looked like he was in tears.

“Hey, it’s alright-”

“We both know it’s not, darling. I wouldn’t be alright. If you lost your memory of this world, then that would be best for you. But, what about me? Maybe Malleus could cast a spell where we all forgot about you, but would it be enough? Like I said, you stole my heart... I would notice it gone, wouldn’t I?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that, Vil. What I do know is that the me right now—the one that is speaking to you right now—loves you. Like I stole your heart, you stole mine. If I forgot about you, I would surely notice my heart gone as well. But, my family probably misses me. I couldn’t do it to them: I couldn’t just abandon them.”

“But you could do it to me?” Vil asked, another flash of hurt going through his face.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know. I just… I don’t want you to leave me.” He admitted. There was a moment of quiet, excluding the voices of the other people in the restaurant.

“... Then I won’t.” You said at last.

Vil looked up at you in hopeful surprise. “You r-really mean that?”

“Of course. For all I know, no time has passed in my world. I will miss my family dearly, but you mean more to me. I love you, Vil.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” All the other people in the restaurant started applauding the both of you, but you both looked into each other’s eyes with love.

Idia Shroud

Idia did not know why someone as great as you would choose him to be your boyfriend. One thing he does know is that he loves you so much. Ortho sees you as an older sibling, and the rest of the Ignihyde dorm holds great respect for you.

To Idia, you were his Player Two; the love of his life, his Persephone. He was always aware of your situation, but it never really processed in his mind how much either you or he would miss the other. He doesn’t want to process it.

That leads us to our current scene: you were sitting on Idia’s bed, just going through your phone’s notifications while Idia himself was at his desk playing a new game he got a few days prior.

You looked at the time and realized that it was 18:00 already. Looking after Grim did take up a lot of your day… you’re just wondering how he’s holding up without you. You did leave him a few cans of tuna, so he’s probably sleeping.

There was another thought you had while checking the time: you were hungry. You didn’t have dinner yet.

“I’m going to make some food. What do you want?” You asked your boyfriend.

“Anything you want is fine.” While saying that, he gave you his undivided attention, making you feel noticed. It truly was the small things that mattered.

“Then I’m making lasagna! It will be done in a bit!” You said while walking out of the room, but Idia said your name which made you stop.

“Would you like some help?”

“Sure. C’mon!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room with you. When you reached the kitchen, you both split up to find the ingredients. You always found a chance to fluster him whenever you walked by him: you would hold his face and give him a peck on the cheek.

Once you assembled the ingredients, you started mixing the things required. When pouring the tomato sauce, you pulled a ‘simba’ and put tomato sauce on his forehead.

When it was time to put it in the oven, Idia went back to his room to continue playing. You set the timer and followed him.

He set you on his lap and he continued gaming. You were then left to your thoughts. You enjoyed moments like these. It would be a very sad day when you left.

“Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.” You said aloud, accidentally.

“What was that?” Idia asked.

“I was just thinking. I love quiet times like these and I’m going to miss them when I go back to my world. I’m gonna miss you.”

Idia dropped his controller causing you to be alarmed. His hand was shaking. You reached out to hold it but he pulled away.

“Don’t. You’re just gonna leave anyway. I knew it was a bad idea to get close to anyone besides Ortho.” He uttered with a hint of anger in his voice.

“Y-you don’t mean that, Idia. Otherwise this means that the whole time has been nothing to you and I know it means something.”

“...I-I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to leave.” You saw a tear slide down his face as well as his hair dim down a bit.

“Then I’ll stay.” You said at last.

Idia looked up at you with pure joy in his eyes. “Really?”

“Really.” Idia leapt up and hugged you for a while… well, until the timer for the lasagna rang.

Malleus Draconia

“My dear, where are we going?” Malleus asked. You were currently dragging him somewhere and being very secretive.

“We’re almost there, and then you’ll see. Just know that you’re going to be very happy.” You said with a smile.

Then you stopped. He looked and saw it was an ice cream parlor. There was a peaceful joy in his eyes.

“Thank you, my dearest treasure. I hope you know that I don’t intend on sharing my ice cream” He said with a smile.

After you both ordered and got your ice cream, you went outside into a nearby field. It was actually empty, to your surprise. You were enjoying the quaint atmosphere of the space when a dark thought surfaced: you wouldn’t be here long to continue enjoying Twisted Wonderland as a whole.

“Dearest, is there something wrong?” Malleus asked, a tad concerned about the downcast look upon your face.

“It’s nothing really. I was just thinking that Headmage Crowley will probably find a way to get me back to my world and I won’t be here anymore.”

Malleus’ eyes widened. He didn’t want you to leave. No… He wouldn’t let you leave.

“You can’t leave me!” He yelled. His eyes held pain and anger. “You’re the only one who’s not afraid of me!”

You jumped because of his outburst but realized the situation you put yourself in. No matter what, you had to calm him down.

“Darling, you’re not-”

“I’ll do anything! Just stay, please!” Tears started rolling down his face. Your hands went up to wipe them away.

“Malleus, I love you. I’ll stay.” His eyes widened but before he could say anything you pressed a kiss onto his lips. Once you parted, Malleus wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Thank you, my dearest treasure. I don’t know what I would do if you left.” His voice quivered while saying this, making you sad that you brought the whole ordeal up in the first place.

*Bonus*:

“Sebek, be quiet! You’ll ruin the moment!” Lilia scolded Sebek behind one of the bushes in the very same field you and Malleus were in.

“That human upset the young Master!” He yelled while squirming in Lilia’s hold. Silver whipped out some duct tape and taped Sebek’s mouth, then proceeded to fall back asleep.

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mellowmin · 1 year

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Character Rant: Osamu Miya!

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

suggestive (not really?), reader is referred to as 'baby' but is mostly gn

Okay, I've been in such a Samu mood lately it's crazy.

He's definitely my favorite twin, as much as I love Tsumu and his needy, clingy almost desperate way of loving; Samu just hits different and here's why

○ SAMU. IS. GREEDY. And he's not ashamed of it. When he falls in love with someone, he wants every bit of this person to be his. He becomes protective, sometimes possessive, and he makes it known that he's not happy with other people getting as close to you as HE is.

○ This boy is ALL about secret/private/exclusive stuff. He cherishes your little inside jokes and traditions (he would rather DIE than skip your weekly movie night) and the way he acts lmao. Sometimes it feels like y'all are doing something wrong with the way he sneaks around to go see you.

○ It may happen that you get it in your head that he's embarrassed to be seen hanging out with you, but upon bringing it up to him he's pretty quick to admit that he's only doing that so that Tsumu (and maybe Suna) won't get the chance to invade come along with you guys. If by that point you're not already dating him, his pout and red face make it very clear that he appreciates your company more than you could even imagine.

○ Something that I feel connects me to his character is his love for food (I probably relate to him because I'm the same way); I feel like he may not outright say what he feels but the way he acts around people and food tells a lot about his heart. Especially when it comes to sharing his food, and sharing in general.

○ So, as a twin, Samu's no stranger to sharing. He's shared with his brother for most of his life; from sleeping in the same cot as babies, to toys, rooms, snacks, clothes, etc. This is something that affects Tsumu as well, but I feel like it digs deeper with Samu, like he felt like he's never had something that truly belonged to him and only him-

○ Until he began to show interest in cooking. It was one of the best moments of his life; his mama told him that if he could make his own lunches for school, no matter what it was (as long as it was healthy), he could eat all of it without sharing with his twin. At the time, Mama Miya was only trying to kindle this new hobby, but little Samu saw it as life finally giving him a chance to keep something to himself.

○ So... that may have resulted in him developing a pretty... peculiar relationship with food. Over time, he realized that he didn't mind sharing his food with Tsumu as much as he liked seeing his dumb twin's face light up when trying his increasingly tastier recipes, and he could not ignore how full his heart felt when it was his mama or his senpais enjoying the food he made. Like that, food started to become more meaningful to Samu when it came to expressing his love.

○ On a few occasions, his fangirls would approach him with food, sometimes homemade and often storebought, but Samu almost always ended up giving them away to whatever pair of grubby hands was the closest to him at lunch (👀Tsumu👀). Especially when he started having feelings towards someone, taking those kinds of gifts (let alone give them back) felt wrong. He's nothing if not loyal.

○ That being said, as his s/o, he's your buffet lol. Take everything from him and he'll ask if you got room for dessert. This goes for food and in general, and I feel like he'd want to be with someone who's as horny greedy for him as he is for them. He also likes to feel validated in the fact that he belongs to you as much as you belong to him :')

○ So, imagine the scrunch, the absolute sneer on this man's face when some girl comes to him (when he's already dating you) and asks him to make something for her.

"Why would I do that? Who are you"

pfft yeah, no one is trying that again any time soon

○ When he's really whipped, you know you can trust him because you see the disgust on his face when he has to interact with someone who might have a thing for him. His friends tell you that he's whipped, you can see it, everyone can see it and honestly, he's not ashamed.

○ One time, he drunk texted you while he was out with friends, and before you could reply, he sent you a video.

Upon opening the video, you get a close up shot of your bf's hairy nostril before he pulls the phone away enough to film himself and his friends, all screaming nonsense like a bunch of lunatics. You giggle at their antics and pity the poor girl under Tsumu's arm; who is currently getting her left ear melted off by the blonde's yelling (also, knowing him, he probably stinks of beer)

○ However, you don't pity the random (quite gorgeous) girl who shoves herself into frame; wrapping her arms around Samu's waist while saying hi to the camera. The way that his face twists from drunk happiness to utter disgust is almost comical, he looks offended.

"Ewww who the fuck are you? Dontouchmeohmagad" Samu's words are heavily slurred but he doesn't stumble one bit as he shoves the girl away from him. "You're ugly, get away" He glares fiercely at the retreating offender.

The last bit of the video is him pouting and mumbling, presumably having forgotten the camera currently filming his chin from a rather unflattering angle

"I don't know who you are but you ain't ma baby n' I only want ma baby"

○ UGHHHH JUST SAYINGGGGGG you should put a ring on this man ASAP cuz

Osamu Miya is 100% pure husband material

#haikyuu!!#osamu miya #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #samu marry me pls i beg you i can cook i can clean #holy shit every once in a while my love for samu will hit me like a god damn train #< bringing this tag back because i just stay loving this man #hes so hubby #this wasnt proofread so if u see a mistake no u dont #~ min writes

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cawcawbeech · 1 month

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SIX OF CROWS AND KISSING !!

(Welcome to this silly but intricate guide nobody asked for)

Just so everybody knows and is fully aware, I literally never kissed anybody in my whole damn life. I dont much care to try (for now) unless your name is Amita fucking Suman (jkjk, or not), but that doesnt mean I didnt do some very extensive research on the topic just so I can write what are hopefully non-generic scenes where all of my favorite characters make out till the following sunrise without a single other thought plaguing their empty little minds (exception being if the said thought is used to deepen 'the plot').

Before I say much else, I would like to note that THIS is just a very detailed bullet point list on kissing for all of my boys and girls separate of their partners assigned to them in canon or by the fandom. We will get to how it would actually go in different scenarios with different ships a bit later on if I decide it wont be a waste of my time. PS: No, not every kiss / kisser has to be extraordinary or unique or have whatever traits I ended up slapping on these characters here, Im just extra like that. And its not like anybody can stop me. Deal with it and simply enjoy (whatever this may be)!

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JESPER LLEWELLYN FAHEY

Jesper has had his fair share of practice in this particular field, we all know it. That is no reason to say that he is a perfect kisser, there are many who have done way more, constantly brag about it, and yet still leave you disappointed. But, this is Jesper we are talking about. Kuwei has said that he is a great kisser too, I choose to trust him on that. That joke he made to cheer up Wylan at Olendaal, the one about kissing Nina / Matthias 'with tongue', it doesnt have to mean anything, but I like to think he is a tongue kind of guy. I also like to think that he is adaptable to any type of person though, he aims to please through-and-through. It saddens me to look deeper, to think about how that may be a result of his low self-esteem, but in moments like these, it makes him happy most of the time, and it is all I could hope for when it comes to my boy.

The first relationship he had been a witness to, the one his mother and father shared before her death, had been a very healthy one. I wouldnt call Colm the perfect father, certainly not after his wife was gone, albeit he is significantly better compared to the hands the rest of our favourite characters have been dealth with, but he was good to Aditi. Most kids, including myself, were the type to be grossed out by PDA, especially when its between their parents, and while thats not in any way a bad thing, we can clearly see that Jesper was not of that type.

Despite his many faults, he was raised fairly well. He knows how to make a comfortable environment, to recognize a clear invitation, what to ask and what not to ask, what is acceptable and what he shouldnt do without a more in-depth discussion. He knows how to create and opportunity where one could deny him if they so wished. I wouldnt say its some overly high bar to jump over, if anything it is the most basic standard any and all should hold themselves to, but I call Jesper 'the consent king' for a reason.

Its said in the book that his mind empties when he kisses the right person, that thinking of methaphors clearly means something is wrong, but hes still pretty descriptive in his POVs if you ask me. Its also very clear that he likes to kiss deep, slow, and involve other sensations throughout which is the part where Id like to include some of my very own hcs (slight temperature / texture play where he drags his rings over skin, hair pulling is a given but I can see him also liking to touch peoples ears a lot, talking in between and whispering during the few subtly initiated pauses, etc). Jespers favourite type of kiss would probably be those he iniciates as soon as he wakes up in the morning. It rains often in Ketterdam, its normal, so he would also probably be one of the rare creatures among the regular Kerch citizens who finds kissing in the rain romantic.

KAZ BREKKER (RIETVELD)

Kaz will have to go through some major healing first, no doubts about that, but Id say he would probably be one of the elite members of the 'Im keeping my eyes open for this' club (until he isnt). I doubt he does much analyzing during, mentally he is on another planet thats probably many lightyears away as he tends to do with a lot of other even remotely intimate things, but theres lots of squinting, eyelid fluttering... Kaz is basically a personafication of that cliche 'when did I close them' quote. In my own experience, I can barely hold eye contact when talking, but I dont really see this as a bad trait. I also dont see it as a trauma response either like some would assume it would be for Kaz, I think its just a him thing. If this man didnt want to kiss somebody, you would not be kissing him, end of.

He likes to focus on teeth, whether by unconsciously (or consciously) biting his partner, having your teeth bump into each other, or licking his own after youre done. Theres lots of shuddering, youll feel him there more than youll hear him, but he is not completely silent either. I dont think he would like beeing cornered, picked up or lifted in any way except on very rare occasions. Just like the pulse thing where he feels for it on the wrist (or neck once he is more comfortable), feeling his weight including the pain of his leg serves to ground him. Perhaps he might also like feeling of you breathing through your nose on his face for the same reasons? He doesnt like leaving things unfinished, even if its just a peck, he will make sure it feels 'complete', I dont know how else to put it. If anybody could overuse the words "Again?", it would be Kaz motherfucking Brekker.

Im in no way saying he will be good, in fact, theres lots of traits here that many wouldnt like, but he tries when he wants to (and again, you would not be kissing this man if he didnt want it), he will learn and he will remember the smallest of details (so that he can ponder over them later). The only thing we hear about Kazs appearance related to his mouth is that there is a scar running through his upper lip. I never got it when people talked about kisses having a taste, but Kaz seems to often call people light-weight, so clearly, he handles his alcohol well, perhaps having developed such a habit to settle down his own supposedly non-existent nerves. It might not be the main reason, we heard about him being on the receiving end of many fights that in certain circumstances and with the ways they are handled lead to similar results, but liquor does leave one dehydrated and with chapped lips.

WYLAN VAN ECK (HENDRIKS)

Unless he is particulary fired up, Wylan likes to start slow and chaste no matter if you are the first, the thousanth person he has kissed or just a person he has kissed a thousand times. Unlike Kaz, he has some experience, sheltered kids know how to have fun in secret (and Im the last person who would ignore that 'lie' about him being kicked out for bedding the tutor, theres some truth to everything), but he is also nowhere near the level of Jesper or Nina or Matthias. We know he likes when his partner feels calm and like they are actually in their body before he goes in for the kill, we saw it with Jesper, but we also see that he isnt the type who needs to ask every time and will just do it when 'the time feels right'. Look out, he just might squeeze into your shirt while youre wearing it and do a makeshift 'surprise attack' from there if he is determined enough for it.

From that, we could say he might have some other habits, including but not limited to the familiar one of guiding his partner through breathing patterns. Maybe sometimes he likes to hold onto your forearms more tightly than necessary (not forcefully though), have your knees touch and bump into one another, straighten his own / your items of clothing, compare hand sizes while making weirdly-intense eye contact, use his thumb to subtly rub at a random tensed muscle, touch foreheads if he is tall enough or rub his face along the side of your neck, anything that would focus your attention to him and the moment... Ironically, as a follow up to the last point and as the kiss drags on, he forgets that he is an actual person who has a weight to them and has to lean back against something with the help of his partner before he falls down and cracks his goddamn skull open.

He likes to leave an effect on whoever he is kissing, but he also likes to 'clean up after himself' as much as possible after its done, which once again serves to bring both of you back down. So yeah, he would probably do something like twirling a stay peace of hair around his finger before neatly tucking it back in place, running that same finger across a brow, down the nose or along the jawline, nudging you playfully with his shoulder, hips or elbows, swaying a bit to slowly return the atmosphere back to relaxed as he secretely links your pinky fingers together. Lips would be his main focus, and he especially likes the soothing effect it has when he is sleepy, but he could also grow to like eyelid, nose, tummy or thigh kisses when it comes to placement.

INEJ GHAFA

Inej has had many men kiss her throughout her life, and unfortunately, theres no need to debate whether she truly enjoyed any of them. Oh how I would love to say that every shitty person is also shit at every other skill they try to master, however, that doesnt have to be the case. The fact that she was a brothel girl doesnt have to mean all of her kisses were bad (to specify, that refers to the technique). That being said, I think she would appreciate the message more than the way its done. It also might result in her not exactly caring about the placement of a kiss, palm, knuckles, hair, cheek, neck, lips, any of them would be equally as intimate to her, platonic or otherwise. Its somewhat similar to what Wylan also likes, but very different too once you look further.

As is with Kaz, you would not be kissing the Inej we know now unless she didnt want you to. I probably should have said this earlier, no, I dont mean that any of the other Crows would enjoy a kiss that was not what they wanted, they wouldnt ignore the signs and will fight the person off if needed, but I hope you understand why Im emphasizing it for these two in particular. I think her kisses would be short, but sweet, a petite little package that can deliver a punch under a right set of conditions, just like she can, the same going for her ship. Physically, we know her lips have an upturn to their shape. As is true with alcohol, salt water has the same drying effect that is only made worse by licking.

One other feature that might make Inejs kisses unique is a possibility of her aquiring more jewellery during her travels. I always imagined that the Suli find piercings to be very meaningful. Perhaps she had some since a very young age, perhaps they were taken from her too during her time at the Menagerie, maybe the holes closed naturally over the long months, maybe she got more whilst working for Kaz, and although it was not put there for such a reason, a lip ring (just as an example) has quite a pleasing effect for either side.

She holds a special appreciation for people who remember their first kiss, or at least remember their first kiss with her, a courtesy she will offer in return as well. It takes special kind of brave to get close (she knows better than most) and never lets the feat of overcoming fear go unappreciated. For some reason, I can see her counting the seconds, not for any reason at all. I wouldnt say its something particulary good nor bad, but Inej doesnt give me the 'let me kiss your words away' signals no matter the situation. The phrases that would fit more would be "We will get through this", "Stay strong, for you", "Lets face it together" or "We shall see each other once more". She seems like the type to keep her affairs secret, but at the end of the day, I also dont think she would mind PDA all that much.

KUWEI YUL-BO

I know the fandom likes to joke that Kuwei is the bad kisser between the two, seeing as to how Jesper was left 'disappointed' even before knowing the truth behind who he was actually kissing... But I dont think that had to do much with the kiss itself. We were told that Jesper liked Kuweis body plenty enough, but even if it were really Wylan (both in shape and spirit), Jesper wasnt in the right space, and Kuweis silence and mannerisms didnt do much to help.

Now, this is a personal headcanon, but one of the habits I think he might pick up in the Little Palace would be scratching his nose or covering his mouth before he goes in for a kiss. Or well, I like to imagine that being his tell among all the snarky comebacks, vicious flirting and sly glances. And seeing as to how playful he is with his powers and how much he grows to use them for mischief and otherwise in KOS, I like to think that his face is always warm to the touch as Kuwei himself is constantly touching it. Random instert, this man unironically likes lemons and you will without a doubt taste quite an assortment of teas while with him.

Some people care about the emotional setting, some like keeping it casual, and some like having that perfect mix of both. Kuwei might acknowledge that in different ways and act accordingly, but I also think he might care more about the physical setting and connect good actions with places rather than specific people or mutual feelings. This man is a certified tease, unless you pull him towards you which is exactly what he wants, he is 100%, absolutely ready to keep a partner on the edge of their seat, kiss the corner of their mouth, or maybe with the lips barely touching. Instead of licking his own lips out of habit or to seduce, he would lick yours. Kuwei being a tease might also be a way for him to set up walls? In a sense that hes reminding both himself and the person hes kissing that this is just a kiss and it doesnt mean anything. And when hes kissed by someone he loves and trusts, hes downright pathetic, super soft and annoyingly sweet about it.

I dont know where else to put it so it will have to be here, but I like to think he chewed on his lips a lot as a child and whilst in captivity, leaving him with barely visible indents once he reached adulthood. When it comes to the type, Id say he could end up enjoying goodnight kisses next to the fireplace or lit by the flame in his own hand more than he would like doing anything in the early morning. Kuwei tends to get frustrated and bored easily so that might lead to certain effects as well, more specifically the speed, angle and desperation. He has hid for long enough and doesnt much care about who sees what, only whether they got a nice view from wherever they were standing at the time.

NINA ZENIK

Nina has practiced CPR from a very young age (I wouldnt call any of those a true kiss by any means, but it will make slightly more sense in just a moment), we see her perform one on Kaz in the books without hesitation, so I doubt her first 'kiss' was particularly enjoyable or wholly consentual or that she even remembers it. Perhaps from that, her kisses would grow to be particulary breathy in the future, although that doesnt mean its some kind of rule or that its not just a result of her personality being put into how she goes about it. We already know temple kisses are her thing among some other stuff, but she also doesnt seem to have a similar kind of bond with any other type that is not at neck level or above. Shes fine with them, but always seems to go to certain spots herself when she has a choice, singing and laughing through all of it. As Matthias tends to say a lot, the chase is a game to her, whether on top or beneath, she still wins.

Her skin is said to be soft, and supposedly so are her lips, plus the girl is a Heartrender and that surely results in many privileges. Surprisingly enough, I wouldnt say she is particularly experienced in the world of romance, even if her talent at sweet-talking might suggest otherwise. Perhaps shes had flings, one or two, maybe even a relationship at some point, but I dont see much more in my visions of her backstory. "Dont you want to play with me?" and "Cant you handle it?" are some of the repeating phrases in her vocabulary, but oh, it only gets worse once she feels well and truly romanced, swept off her feet as one might say, and that takes lots of effort. Its a good thing we know Nina has some high expectations, that way all of us can be her personal wingmen.

If anybody could obtain the famous movie achievement of leaving a string of saliva to connect her lips with her partners for just a few more moments, it would be Nina. Speaking of such things, she may also be the only one for who the 'let me kiss you against this wall so that they dont spot us' scenario might actually work (in theory), or at least give her enough time to incapacitate them during their confusion since she tends to be quite loud appearance wise. Likes being attended to and coddled, and no kiss has a chance without a firm grab or two. Will die if you do a tango dip with her in your arms. She is one of the biggest fans of mistletoes and finds it extremely romantic. Sometimes, when she is invited to watch a play or show, she will turn around and kiss her partner whenever the actors do. "Consider me madly in love. With the kisses, not you. ... But maybe also you if you did it again."

MATTHIAS BENEDIK HELVAR

And finally, we have our romantic-at-heart of the group, Matthias. Now, his and Ninas romance is the most obvious and out-in-the-open throughout the whole duology, and frankly he is the one I had the most trouble with writing, but the difference between seeing their first kiss from Ninas perspective and the one of Matthias is that theirs was his first kiss ever. All of his actions leading up to it, as well as those after, are a promise in some way or another, and Im not only talking about his vow to her. Nothing could have prepared me for when he lifted Nina straight off her feet and held her there as he kissed her, yet it was also the most in-character thing he ever could have done.

Matthias will absolutely, every time, start an hour long conversation on what led him to this moment, if it is the right time, the right place, the right everything... He will continue up until he himself is basically internally shouting at his own mouth to shut itself (he has very low patience despite everything mentioned above) or his partner takes the initiative themselves. The second option is prefered by both parties and a 5-star whine is the expected plus-one to excellent service. He is the type to gulp when you get too close. Will go mad if you can tell when he is holding on by a thread despite his lack of many facial expressions, especially if told something along the lines of "Just lose control, love".

He is particularly sensitive for textures. All humans are to some extent, the lips have more nerve endings in them than fingertips, but Matthias is the one who is fullfilled by it the most and frequently says stuff related to it like "Are you wearing chapstick?" or "I can feel the dip of your scar". Often acknowledges indirect kisses. Matthias has once said that kissing isnt about romance, that it should be proper and only done as a follow up to a conventional Fjerdan courtship, and while lots about him has changed during his canonical relationship with Nina, I think he might still enjoy going through at least some of these with somebody who might appreciate his efforts. Matthias is still highly religious even if he is now seeing the world from another perspective and there are some cultural things that for him go deeper than just tradition. In a very specific headcanon of mine, he has grown up fantasizing about having to lift up your chin to do it, and so now he does so even with taller partners who can reach his mouth just fine.

He would 100% take the 'Will you love me if I was a worm' jokes way too seriously. "How am I supposed to handle a worm? I could hold a butterfly, maybe kiss you if you were a wolf (but thats after a very extensive inspection of your molars)". Kisses the back of your neck after putting on a necklace. Pretends that lipstick stains dont turn him on to the highest setting.

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solar-eclipses-stuff · 1 year

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Dorm leaders as boyfriend (◍•ᴗ•◍)

(Twisted wonderland)

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus

He's still as hot-tempered as usual, but now he has you! I think a series of meditations will help him... May be

Even when he is meditating all in business mentally, of course, he is constantly worrying and he needs to be reminded that it is worth relaxing

I think he likes being stroked on the head, but I don't think he'll admit it.

Your short kisses on the forehead make him melt, now he's red as a tomato, you've made him blush something

In public, he is something like ᕕ(•෴•)ᕗ, and with yours behind closed doors he (๑••*๑)♡

Well, in short, the cutie just needs to take a closer look <3

Leon is lazy, so you began to spend more time in his room

You are literally being squeezed and you will not be able to get out from under it for several hours :/

His ears are soft, but he doesn't really like being touched, but when it comes to you, everything is different

He likes it when all your attention is on him and that's it! He's just a bun that you want to stroke and stroke. His kisses are usually sleepy and clumsy, but they are usually passionate and deep

Sleepy boy, also cute but still a brutal lion 🦁

Azul.. He is hiding in your hands... When you kiss him he blushes quite a lot

Even though he wants to seem calculating and self-serving with you, his walls are falling down and he becomes a blushing mess

Warm hugs, a little kiss and he's yours, forever

I think he is not an active PDA user, but he is able to hold you slightly by the waist

The kid is good, you just need to look deeper 💗

Kalim.. He is a walking initiator of hugs, although it is not permissible to kiss this innocent creature. But an innocent kiss on the cheek is possible

It's just a walking teddy bear, it's impossible not to love, he's like an affectionate cat who wants your attention 24/7

I think it won't do without Jamil, but you just need to find an approach and everything will probably settle down))

Hugs and quality time? of course yes! All the attention is only on you? Yes?

He will never get rid of you, congratulations!!

Vil, he loves his potatoes, really.. But I think he will try to introduce you to his type of activity

I don't think that's a bad thing.. But you don't always have enough strength for yourself, and a young man demands it all the time

In this situation, all your attention will be on this amazing guy

Kissing in public will only be in places far from people, and not so often because there will probably be something like: you'll ruin my makeup, etc.

I think he will sometimes paint you, or keep an eye on your wardrobe))

Hugs are also strictly on schedule because he is loaded enough, but I think he will find time for his potatoes

Idia, first you need to get close to him and arrange a trusting relationship..(fortunately I omit it)

Now you know how to enter his room with privileges)) Congratulations!

For some reason, it seems to me that his room smells of dampness, chips and something incomprehensible

I think he won't even be able to touch, but he has moments of determination and then a little kiss or a light hug is possible after which he faints))

To be honest, I think that Ortho will contribute to the development of your relationship 🧐

I think he will often invite you to play video games with him or just relax while watching some anime/film :3

Malleus.. I think he is quite inexperienced due to the fact that he is afraid..

Perhaps.. No, with a 99% probability he will ask for advice from Lilia and most likely he does not advise him of any old forms of courtship or something classic

Most likely, he will give jewelry that he thinks is suitable for you. After that, you can open your own store..

He tries to be nice, but in this regard he is a little clumsy, but having a prince boyfriend is very nice... I hope Sebek won't stun you inadvertently)

The gift of bouquets, sweets and so on is in force, I think the candy-bouquet period will be quite long.. Well, or until the moment when Lilia does not remind him that people are not a long-lived species 😀 (compared to them)

Well, a good boy, maybe a little not punctual)

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probably these guys will be here, maybe something else🧐

#twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted love #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia x reader #vill x reader #leona x reader #azul x reader #riddle x reader

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epickiya722 · 3 months

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Which villain do you find most interesting? geto, toji, kenjaku or sukuna and why? Thank you for responding, I love your analyses.

And thank you for reading my posts! ٩(^▿^)۶✨️

It really does warm my heart to hear that, since honestly I never would have thought to see people like reading them!

Anyways! Onto the question!

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Up front, I think each villain is interesting in their own way. Each of them have enough backstory and whatnot about them for the audience to piece together what kind of person that character is, but on a surface level. Yet, there are questions to be asked.

I'll use Suguru as an example. We got enough to know how he was before he was evil and what made him change. What about his relationship with his parents was like? How did he discover his technique?

Truth be told, when it comes to JJK villains, I'm not bored. I'm entertained. The Disaster Curses included. (Thanks to 2 videos, every time I think of Dagon, I'm going to think of Red Lobster.)

Now, if I had to choose a villain that's the most interesting to me. I'm probably going to say Sukuna since he's my favorite out the bunch.

Again, they're all interesting in a way that catches my attention.

With Sukuna, he's a just those evil guy on the surface. Digger a little deeper, still evil.

What makes his character fun for me is that Gege took the "evil side" trope and shifted it around a bit here.

Sukuna isn't really Yuji's "inner demon" as he was already a human that existed years before Yuji's birth. But he's still Yuji's "inner demon" and he does possess Yuji's body (and then someone else's later).

The thing though is, whenever there is an evil side, it's like the backup generator for the character and/or later down the line, that character's ally.

Not Ryomen Sukuna, nope. Instead, he practically makes sure Yuji doesn't use him as some power-up, reminding him by ripping his heart out. He mocks and taunts Yuji every chance he gets. When he's in control, he's causing havoc.

(Which, allows Yuji to grow stronger each and every time. Sukuna is unintentionally helping him, but in the worse way possible.)

Sukuna does what he does for his own pleasure and benefit.

When it comes to backstories, I like that he doesn't particularly have a sad one. Like, the tone of it doesn't come as "feel sorry for him". I doubt Gege actually wants us to because Sukuna kind gives off that "I don't care" attitude.

He was a child that was unloved/unwanted, but he just kind of brushes it off. Sukuna doesn't seem like the type to dwell in the past. He just prefers to live in the moment, I guess. Doubt he even has regrets.

With that, we still don't know too much about his past. How did he become the King of Curses exactly? It said he had two faces and four arms, but was he born that way or over time he changed into that? Why did Sukuna have his fingers become cursed objects, so he can continue to cause havoc in the next era instead of just dying? Or was that even his choice to begin with?

So on and so on.

But again, I personally find all of them intriguing. They're all different and served their roles well in the story to me. Jujutsu Kaisen definitely wouldn't be the same story without them.

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🌟 King Magnifico: Hero? Or Villain? 🌟

🌟🌖 There’s no shortage of red flags that come up whenever King Magnifico’s on screen, but in my opinion, none of them have to do with him being a villain. They all have to do with him being a fallen hero, a character that’s taken advantage of at every opportunity.

The Youtube video ‘Wish is Everything Wrong with Disney’ and the most vocal of Magnifico Defenders have already beautifully explained my reasons for thinking this, but after watching certain scenes and listening to ‘This is the Thanks I Get’ (even with its agonizingly horrible lyrics) I just wanted to share my opinions too, as a Magnifico Defender.

The scene between him and Asha is meant to portray him as a villain, but there’s absolutely nothing in this scene that shows him off as evil. Instead there’s quite a bit showing him crying out for help. He confides in Asha about his wish, but is promptly ignored. She quickly jumps into asking for her grandfather’s wish to be granted.

The frustration and disappointment in Magnifico’s voice at that point is crystal clear (hats off to Chris Pine). And keep in mind just mere moments ago, he confided in her about his wish. Something he probably doesn’t share often. He even mentioned her father. There was so much potential for a positive friendship, or maybe even relationship (if the movie had been written without Amaya), but everything’s completely skewered.

‘Wish is Everything Wrong with Disney’ exquisitely gets a couple of points across, this being one of them: the scene between Asha and Magnifico was meant to portray Magnifico as this heartless bastard of a villain. It was also meant to villainize his system. But as we can clearly see, the citizens of Rosas aren’t suffering under his system. It’s a well-known, established system in which the citizens are merrily thriving. Outside of Simon, the only thing the citizens are suffering from is an addiction to wish ceremonies.

And it’s stated, several times, how the wishes are given up willingly. Not just by Magnifico himself, but by Asha. Who happily sang about the very same wish system in ‘Welcome to Rosas’.

It would’ve made a lot more sense if Asha had just moved to Rosas, and was told something incorrect about Magnifico’s wish system, only to find out everything’s a lie, but that’s not how it went. She ends up being like ‘omg Magnifico’s wish system is the greatest’ to villainizing the same exact system in her interview.

In regards to Asha’s interview: Magnifico loses a couple of points for mocking Asha because ‘you’re young, you don’t know anything, really’ and for pretty much telling her ‘haha, I’m not granting your grandfather’s wish, sorry, loser’, but it was at that point he came off as more of an irritated hero than a villain. Nothing about either of those actions has him come off as anything even remotely close to Scar or Frollo. Maybe more of a Gaston?

But not even really him. Magnifico’s just pissed at this point. Disney doesn’t really do death that often but he could’ve easily banished Asha and her family from the kingdom. However he pretty much just said ‘sorry, not today’ and walked off.

Then there’s several scenes in which he speaks with the townspeople. Here lies the fault with how Amaya was handled. In my opinion, she pretty much doesn’t do anything but stand beside him. He speaks to the townspeople about a potential threat, they immediately go into a frenzy about another wish ceremony, and then we see him with his ‘OMG I’m so done’ look. Perfect opportunity for her to step in and take the baton.

Amaya says absolutely nothing to comfort him during these critical scenes either. We get the ‘you’re such a handsome king’ and the hand kiss scene but there’s nothing deeper than that. Nothing that says ‘I love you, my dear Magnifico’. It’s about as surface level as the citizens of Rosas worshipping him because he can grant their wishes.

Then there’s ‘This is the Thanks I Get’. Amaya’s absent throughout the entire song. She could have intervened at any point to comfort him. He was heading downstairs with the Evil Book. She could’ve have found him and said something along the lines of ‘oh no, please don’t do that, my love, we can work this out’ or ‘it’s okay, my love, Asha doesn’t mean any harm, she just loves her family’. Or maybe something like ‘it’s okay, my love, the star doesn’t mean any harm’. She could’ve been the very person that changed the course of the movie.

You know, the power of true love and all that.

We’ve seen her calm him down before. It worked. He was receptive towards her. He continued being receptive towards her. Even as he surrendered to the Book’s influence!

Come to think of it, Simon’s the only thing that indicates Magnifico’s any bit of a villain. Not even The Book points to him being a villain because of course he was kinda possessed by it. He was terrified by a potential threat against their kingdom, due to his past, and went into Panic Mode. Unable to find any answers on how to deal with said threat in his books, he turned to the worst option available: The Book. He even said he didn’t want to be ‘tethered’ to The Book, but ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’.

Without anyone around to convince him to put the book down.

Not Amaya, not Asha, not Valentino, Simon, a royal guard, the ghost of Asha’s father-no one. Magnifico was all alone.

It kinda seems like he was alone the entire time. 🌖🌟

#disney wish #king magnifico #disney #wish movie #disney wish movie #magnifico defenders unite

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Just Call (I'll Be There)

Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren's Howler, Murley The Loth-Cat Tags: Fluff, Loneliness, Accidental Cuddling, Fluff Without Plot, Maybe Plot, I Don't Know, Self-Indulgent, Modern Universe Notes: This idea hit me while I was driving a few days ago. I'm still working on getting out of my writers block, and preparing for galaxycon in five days (stares in so much sabine armor to print and sand and paint still)anyways, I really needed some of the softer side of wolfwren, so this is really just self indulgent fluff Word Count: 3,517 AO3 Link: Here!

The motor mounts rocked and clanked as the key was turned in the ignition. The hundredth try to get the car started and find some semblance of heat in this damned cold was met with yet another failure.

She should have listened every time Baylan had told her to take her car in to get the timing chain replaced, but she’d been so… well… none of that mattered much anymore, did it? Three in the morning and stranded on some backroad, colder than the tundras she’d grown up playing in, with half a bar of cell service, and her phone’s rapidly depleting battery.

“Trakhny mene,” The woman groaned, breath fogging into the freezing air as the keys were yanked from the ignition and tossed fruitlessly aside into the scattered remains of her backpack, poured over the seat in her haste for the hot hands pack that was currently on its last leg stuffed in her left glove.

She couldn’t put it off any longer, lest she wanted to become a frozen corpse for someone to see on their trip when the sun finally crested the rolling hills. Pulling her glove off with her teeth, Shin was at last faced with the dim glow of her phone screen, and the sinking realization of her short contacts list.

Marrok, Baylan, Morgan, Thrawn; After what happened, there was no way she could call any of them… Enoch was a maybe, but they already knew that would spiral into something uncontrollable that would bite her in the ass worse than frostbite. Tano… was an option, but not one she wanted to admit defeat to.

The group she started to hang around with! She didn’t have all of their numbers, but she had Rorik’s, and he’d mentioned something about being awake at ungodly hours too- The line rang, though with each unanswered trill, Shin felt the cold seep deeper into her bones until the voicemail prompt screeched through the speakers.

Yanking her phone away from the horrifically loud monotone of ‘voicemail full’, Shin’s head slumped back in her seat, letting her eyes close as the traitorous feeling of tears and a runny nose picked at the numbed skin on her face. “Don’t you dare,” She whispered more to herself than anything else in the vehicle... Certainly not anyone on the other line, since there was no one.

The cold rattled deep in their chest, but the shaking in their fingers had begun to subside, and while she knew that was a bad sign, she was too thankful for the unobstructed scrolling to care.

She passed a contact once, twice… Traitorous, blurry eyes glanced towards the name, and the plethora of ‘hate’ emojis smashed into the contact name. Wren… She wouldn’t expect this as an offer of a new leaf for them, and wouldn’t make her decide on who or what she wanted to be… if she even picked up. Their rivalry had its moments of calm near friendship, but coming out and asking for it? Asking for help? It was mortifying for the young woman.

A tremble of cold brought the shiver back, thumb bumping the contact as her hands were reignited with the icy heat of feeling once more. Before they knew it, the line was ringing and… Kriff, it wasn’t like Sabine would actually pick up, letting it ring wouldn’t hurt; she’d have more time to consider calling Baylan, or Thrawn, or-

“Nnng, Hello?” Sabine’s voice was thick with sleep, Shin could hear the springs of the mattress creaking under the Mandalorian’s body weight as she sat up. “Shin?” Confusion underlay the fog of sleep, tinged with the pleasantness that only came from a nice sleep, one that Shin had surely interrupted.

Shame and discomfiture had their throat swelling, certainly it was her abject horror at receiving an answer that kept her voice stuck in their throat, rather than the ache of cold and loneliness that had swelled with the sharp wetness that had been building in her eyes since the timing chain had snapped. The silence continued with only the slow click from Shin’s blinking hazard lights filtering through the speakers.

“Are you okay…?” Sabine finally questions, sounding more awake than she had when she’d answered. Part of Shin wanted to find joy in ruining the Mandalorian’s sleep. The other part just wanted the hypothermia to kick in already so she wouldn’t have to remember any of this.

“Shin…? I can hear your… is that your hazards? Did your car shit out?”

The call clicked as quickly as Shin’s frozen fingers could smash against the screen, stuffed back into her glove just as quickly to find some sort of solace. Her heart thudded heavily in her aching chest, and the phone, warm from use, was finally dropped into her lap uselessly as she turned her gaze to the frosted-over windows.

Fat snowflakes drifted to the earth slowly, performing a slow dance for only Shin to see. It wouldn’t be a horrible way to die, really. If she died here, no one would be able to taunt them or use this against her, or-

The vibration from her phone startled them, causing them to jump in the seat, knees banging against the steering wheel and head slamming into the ceiling of the car hard to send the device tumbling to the ground. There was a mad scramble against the floor of the car, eventually finding the phone tucked up under a lip of the mat, offering Sabine’s contact flashing on the screen, and a smear of dirt streaking across the screen.

“Hey, where are you?” The woman was moving, clearly, with the jangle of keys and the sound of rustling fabric. “No, Tota, you can’t come. Go lay down with Murley,” She could hear the woman chide, along with a muffled whining from the beast on the other end.

Still, Shin was silent, even as she listened to the door slam and the keys in the lock as they transferred through Sabine’s speaker. “Please don’t make me do all the hacker shit to find you, come on,” The Mandalorian groaned into the phone, frustrated already with Shin’s shadowy antics.

“The Biox detour,” Shin answered at last in a shaking voice. The craggy whisper must have been enough for the woman to go on, because once the door of the jeep slammed shut, the line was filled with the mechanical sounds of typing.

“What’s your closest mile marker?”

“Three two seven,” Shin’s forehead slumped into the window. She was just so cold; embarrassment gave way in short order.

“Can you stay on the phone with me?”

A cautionary glance at her phone had the woman contemplating. Thirty percent… they might be able to cut it. “Maybe,” She answered truthfully, already turning her screen brightness all the way down to preserve what power she could.

“Just stick with me, should be… fifteen minutes?”

This gave Shin pause; Sabine lived almost thirty miles from the back road, she knew, because the route was only taken in emergencies to avoid proximity to the woman. Before she could ask for clarification, the sound of a radio turning on drowned out any further thought.

At some point, the quiet calm of Sabine’s radio, and the soft way the woman had sung along to the music had lulled the blonde into something like sleep. She didn’t notice the headlights that flashed in her rearview, or Sabine’s careful questions to try and figure out if it was in fact, Shin that she’d pulled up behind. They didn’t have the energy to tune back into the word until knuckles rapped at her icily obscured window.

“Shin?” Sabine called, watching the figureless shape move in the car as the woman picked herself off the window, cold hands fumbling at the door handle to force it open. Sabine helped open the door the rest of the way, wincing at the uncomfortable screech as the meta swung open. “Jeesh, you’re a sight for sore eyes-”

Their cheeks and nose were red, hands tucked painfully under their armpits, lanky frame tucked into the coat that was meant to protect them from the weather, with exhaustion and too much else to unpack swirling in grey eyes. Sabine took one look at them, and the dying amber lights flashing had the woman shaking her head and cursing, reaching to grab at Shin’s arm with a surprising gentleness.

Shin was led to the passenger side of the purple jeep, Sabine kept them on the inside, even though no cars dared to pass through the treacherous turns this late at night. Something about chivalry, or another thing they were too frozen to bother remembering.

Inside of the passenger seat, blankets waited, tucked to the side closest to the center console to give her room to clamber inside to the safe warmth offered by blasting heaters and the rumble of the idling engine. In a stroke of kindness that Shin was too preoccupied to consider, Sabine helped them into the vehicle and even carefully wound warm blankets around their hands. “I’m gonna go check out your car and see what I can do. Do you need anything from it?”

“My bag is on the seat still,” Their first breath not full of arctic breeze was met with the warm citrus smell of Sabine, the blankets were comfortable, and Sabine was reaching across them to pull the buckle across and click it into place around them. The door was shut gently, but by then, the blonde was already sinking into the calm embrace of sleep once again, nose twitching as the heat finally seeped into her skin to begin thawing her out.

There was some rustling as the back door was opened and her bag was thrown in, and the sounds of Sabine trying to start her car, but it was all in the back of her mind as the muddled haze of rest slowed the world down around her.

“Shin?” Their eyes blinked open slowly. Only one overhead light was clicked on, Sabine was hovering her fingers in front of the heater closest to her. “You with me?” There was a droopy, lopsided smirk on the purple-haired woman’s face as she tugged her seatbelt across her chest and shut off her light.

“Shcho?” They asked dumbly, blinking sleep from her eyes as Sabine pulled away from the shoulder, reaching over to fix the blankets around their hands, warm fingers brushed against cold knuckles, bringing a shiver to their spine. At least they still had feeling in her hands.

“Nothing, babe.” There was warm laughter in Sabine’s voice as the woman’s head drooped into the armrest, the radio clicking as the music started back up, nice and low that they could catch the gentle hum as Sabine went along to the melody. The drive took longer, this time, no longer needing to hurry, and with the just-woken-up adrenaline freshly faded at last, Sabine was keener to following the laws of the road than she had been the first time.

Every now and then, the warm amber glow from streetlights would cut through the darkness. She could hear Wren talking quietly on her phone at some point, offering directions to where her car had gone down at and whatever she’d figured out was wrong with it, reaching over occasionally to adjust the blanket around Shin’s ever-present tremble.

They seemed to fine-tune back into consciousness in the last few turns before reaching Sabine’s parking garage. Forcing her eyes open, Shin let out a quiet groan as she sat up properly, untangling her hands from the blankets to rub at her eyes. As Sabine scanned into the garage, Shin pulled off their gloves to make sure their fingers were still in working order. Balling their hands up into a fist experimentally, and fisting into the soft material of the blankets in their lap, they were relieved to find that each digit was in working order.

“How long were you out there?” Sabine finally broached as they moved through the different levels, glancing away from the silent garage around them to peer at her sometimes-enemy, golden eyes full of more worry than Shin wanted to think about.

“What time is it now?” They peered groggily at the green display on the radio as their weight shifted into the chair. 0429 blinked in the corner of the screen and Shin huffed. “I went down at two.”

“What the fuck?” Sabine’s brows furrowed, nose crinkling cutely as her head whipped around to stare at them. “Why did you wait so long to call?” Shin turned away entirely now, staring at the different cars as they passed to the middle level, where Sabine finally backed into a spot. “Okay-” A deep breath from the Mandalorian as the car was put into park. “Fine, it took you a minute,” She brushed a hand through the scraggly purple strands of hair on her head, still mussed from when she’d been woken up.

Silence hung thick between them once more as the car idled. “Thank you,” Both women started at once. Sabine stopped with an easy smile, considering Shin looked as if thanking her may have been equal to admitting guilt.

“I’m not saying it again, you osel.” The blankets were moved until Shin could stuff them up by their face and look pointedly out the window, even though there wasn’t much to look at other than the dark tint that greeted her from the neighboring car.

“Yeah, alright, alright. That’s fair.” Sabine reached over the console to unbuckle Shin’s seatbelt for her, ignoring the intensity of the glare on her as she began gathering her phone and keys. “Thank you for calling me,” The death glare dropped with the unmasked look of confusion, whole and near heart stopping as silver eyes went wide.

“Sccho?”

“Like,” Sabine huffed, now it was her turn to look away as a dark blush rose to her cheeks. The fraying material of her steering wheel cover suddenly became much more interesting. “I’m glad you called me instead of…” Sabine let her words trail off. The business with Thrawn was no secret, and if anyone knew what it was like to avoid ‘crawling back’ to family, it was Sabine Wren. “So.. you know… Thanks,”

Shin huffed, regaining her composure and forcing the mask back in place. The last thing she wanted to talk about was her Father’s eclectic philosophies that had led to his abandonment, or the people he’d allowed into his life that had only egged on these decrepit ideas. She would rather face Sabine Wren and her pitiful understanding sympathy than be dragged into the cult that Baylan had found himself in the middle of. “Whatever…”

“Yeah… come on, let’s get inside.” Sabine slipped from the car, and while Shin was trying to untangle herself from the blankets, the Mandalorian had jogged around to the other side of the vehicle to open Shin’s door. Doting on Shin, the older woman tucked the blankets tight around their shoulders, even as their hands tried to weakly bat her off. “Here, lemme grab your bag-” The door was shut as Shin moved to the hood of the car so Sabine could get in the backseat and grab the backpack, now semi-neatly tucked back together, with only a few of her research papers poking past hastily closed zippers. “I tried to grab everything I saw up front,” She explained sheepishly as the bag was tossed over her shoulder and she began leading the way into the building.

Huffing, Shin pulled the blanket further around themselves to fight off the chill from the garage, ducking under Sabine’s arm as she held open the glass door connecting the complex to the garage level. “Thank you,” They grumbled, eyes rolling at the resounding beam of a smile shot her way as the other woman followed them inside. Shin already knew the way to the apartment number, spotting the six hastily scribbled into the wood next to the metal nine bolted into the door, something Sabine had joked about the first time she’d brought Shin to her place.

Tota and Murley were both waiting for them in the living room. While Tota had been very excited to see Shin, Murley only seemed to grow more pissed off as Sabine ushered Shin inside and shut the door.

“Yes, I know, we were gone for so long, but I brought your best friend!” Sabine cooed to Tota as he crowded them. Shin shucked off her shoes at the front door, brushing past Sabine’s side to garner the Howler’s attention so the Mandalorian could do the same.

“My best friend is a rat-dog?” Shin questioned monotone as he tried to jump on her and lick her face. “Original,”

“Oh you love him, shut up,”

Shin moved to the couch, making sure to steer clear of the hissing Loth-cat as she dropped onto a cushion to begin unwinding herself from the many layers.

The studio was small. From her spot on the couch, Shin could see the corner by the large paned window full of canvases and the paint splattered easel. A tarp sat under everything, but it hadn’t done much to stop the flecks of paint that had stained the hardwood around it, or the glass closest to the easel. The bed, still messy from Sabine jumping up to save them, was stuffed against the far wall, just a few feet from the edge of the couch, a perfect distance for Murley to jump to when he realized their guest had no intentions of leaving the couch. And the kitchen was tucked into the corner at Shin’s back, with the only other closed off room being the bathroom crammed into the corner by the front door.

There was clattering in the kitchen as Sabine worked through different cabinets and prepared a pot to warm everything she’d need for hot chocolate, and the microwave was soon humming radioactively. “Bo-Katan brought over some leftover Pog soup,” She explained when the aromatic smells began to fill the apartment. “Number one way to warm up when your stubbornness keeps you on the side of the road for two hours,”

“Zatknysya,” The blonde had finally managed to unwind herself from the blankets and her coat, though she was quick to tuck back into a warm blanket when cool air touched bare skin. She never wanted to be cold ever again.

“I know you’re chilly-” She could already tell that Sabine was about to say something asinine from the lilt in her voice as the microwave door was opened. “But at least we have bowls!” The woman came around the edge of the couch, balancing two plastic bowls in one hand, and two ceramic mugs in the other. One of which specifically had paint water, do not drink etched into the purple coating. “Okay, grab one before I drop these and die,”

Biting her tongue to stop her lips from betraying her in a smile of her own, Shin reached up to grab a bowl, balancing it in her lap as she reached to grab the dark green mug from waiting hands. “Thanks,” Sabine flopped into the seat beside them, groaning when Tota jumped up to crowd the last cushion and push into her personal space. “No, none for you. The last time I gave you anything, you vomited in my shoe,” She scolded. Tota’s ears moved to lay flat against his head as he gave the woman his best sad eyes. “Nuh uh,” Sabine pointedly looked away from him to focus on her own bowl. “You’ll live, no upset stomachs for you today,”

Shaking their head, Shin tucked thankfully into the warm meal. The shivering had stopped by the time she finished the soup, and she could finally say that she no longer felt like a popsicle. At some point, they’d started to sag into Sabine’s side, ignoring the noise from the other woman’s phone as she scrolled through mindless videos. They didn’t even notice the bowl or mug being taken from weakening hands, only curling into the warm body at their side.

It was getting harder to convine themselves that there wasn’t an air of home with Sabine Wren. And even harder, when the Mandalorian’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and allowed their head to tuck into her neck, that there may be something more than their hesitant relationship may have previously let on.

Sleep had found Shin in the early hours of the morning, with Tota’s body stretching across Sabine’s lap to rest his head on Shin’s thigh, with Murley climbing to the back of the couch to press a clawed mitten into the thi material of their shirt, and with the warm press of soft lips against her forehead as the sun had begun to kiss the small apartment with its warm glow.

If Sabine’s contact had somehow made it to the top of the list and was starred as an emergency contact, neither woman said anything, and Shin didn’t bother to change it. After all… Sabine kept her word; she’d always come for her.

#wolfwren #shinbine #shin hati #sabine wren #star wars #murley #howler #fanfiction #fluff #self indulgent

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