#i didn't even realize how much i was missing that until i briefly had it and it was taken away
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Mrs. Serensin
A/N: Back again from the dead lol. College is kicking my ass I cannot even lie. Also, I've been pissed at the lack of diversity in fandoms/fan fics until I realized I can literally change that lol so here's my take enjoy. One shot, I wrote wherever the wind took me.
Dad!Jake Serensin x Wife!Reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, established relationship, fluff (Jake and reader being domestic and in love), only minorly proofread.
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It wasn't the warm sun on your skin that woke you up. Or even the usual patter of feet and knocking at your door that pulled you abruptly from sleep. It was the feeling of soft lips on your skin. Feather light and if you didn't focus you might've missed them. You stirred softly looking over your shoulder as Jake looked back at you with those gorgeous green eyes you fell in love with so many years ago.
"Morning Mrs. Serensin" He says with that famous boyish grin on his face as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.
"Morning" You mumble wiping your eyes after you kiss him back. "What time is it? Where are the kids?" You asked him. In seemingly no rush Jake went back to his previous role applying warm kisses to the column on your throat and along your shoulder. As much as you wanted to enjoy the moment you couldn't help but anticipate the screaming of children.
"Relax... kids are still sleeping. It's pretty early. It's just me and you darling" He says and some of his Texas drawl slips out making you smile. You lay on your back to properly look at him your hands tracing over his exposed chest down to his defined stomach. His ability to keep up with his physique while parenting three kids always ceased to amaze you. Jake smirks down at you putting his hands on your hips and giving them a squeeze.
"So are you telling me Mr. Serensin that I have you all to myself for the unforseeable future?" You ask smiling at him as he leans in close to you.
"You do Mrs. Serensin. But I don't know for how long so I plan on making the most of it," He says pressing his lips to yours passionately as you wrap your legs around his waist. After your third child, you were scared that yours and Jake's sex life would die down, or maybe he wouldn't even find you attractive anymore. Boy, you couldn't be further from the truth. You could swear that after each kid Jake only began to worship you more.
"You're gorgeous. Always so pretty" Jake whispers to himself when he pulls away from your lip to kiss at your jaw. He then quickly gets rid of his old navy shirt you had on. Slipping a finger up your slit smirking as you whimper. "Always so wet for me mama. I love it." He says pressing his lips to yours again as he slides a finger into your pussy making you moan.
"Jake please. I need you so bad. No teasing please," You beg. The nagging feeling of getting caught lingering at the back of your brain and you don't know what you'd with yourself if this moment between you two was interrupted. Jake slides another finger into you curling them just right to make your eyes roll back as you grab his wrist.
"There you go baby. I got ya. Always gotta make sure you're ready for me." Jake says pressing kisses to your collarbone as he gently pulls his fingers out and takes off his boxers. He guides himself up to your slit teasing you briefly before slowly sliding himself inside your heat both of you letting out breaths of pleasure. "Fuck you're always so tight for me mama. Three kids and you're still tight as the first night we met" Jake breathes into your neck.
One of the many things you loved about sex with Jake was how he wasn't scared to be vocal. You loved all the filthy things he would tell you as he fucked you into oblivion. No matter how many times the two of you had sex it would never get old. And this time was no different as he began thrusting in and out of you, "Yes Jake. Right there baby" You moan your hands finding his back as your nails dig gently into his flesh.
"Pussy's always ready for me. Always ready to take me. Ain't that right baby?" Jake asks as you nod. Usually, he loves to take his time with you, always wanting to make you cum before he even thinks about pleasuring himself. Unfortuantely this morning he didn't have that luxury and there is no way he would pass up an opportunity to watch you lose yourself on his cock. He sits up putting one leg over his shoulder and after a couple of hard thrusts he watches your jaw go slack and your eyes roll back. "There we go mama. There's the spot I was looking for. Feels so good doesn't it baby?"
All you can give him is moan after moan as you spiral deeper and deeper into pleasure. Jake realizes you losing your volume control and presses his lips to yours. "So loud for me. Love when you vocalize how good I'm fucking you baby" He whispers against your lips.
"Jake you're fucking me too good. Don't stop baby and I'll cum. Gonna cum all over your cock" You moan locking eyes with him. Now it is Jake's turn to get lost in your big brown eyes. The same ones he saw everytime he looked at your children.
"Gonna make a mess on my cock baby? Go ahead. Cum for me, I got you" He instructs as he slips a hand in between your body and begins to toy with your clit. That is the final straw for you as you bite softly into his shoulder to control your moans of pleasure. The spasming of your orgasm around Jake's cock has him cumming only a few strokes after you "Fuck baby I'm stuffing your pussy Oh god!" He moans into your ear before relaxing against your body.
You both lay in post orgasmic haze for what feels like forever "We should probably get ourselves together sometime soon before we end up having the birds and the bees conversation a lot sooner than we planned," Jake says making you smile. You run your hands through his hair a few times always trying to maximize the alone time you two shared,
"I guess you have a point there" You say as he smiles looking at you and kissing you "You are the love of my life Mrs. Serensin" He says before slowly pulling out of you as you whimper at the loss of contact. He stands up getting a warm cloth to clean you up with before he uses it for himself. After he does so you stand up so you can start getting ready for the day. You walk over to your closet finding clothes to put on after your quick shower. As you do so you hear Jake whistle behind you making you look over your shoulder,
"Looking good has always Mrs. Serensin. Do you know that everyday we are together you get sexier?" Jake asks as you roll your eyes and go back to the task at your hand biting your lip to hide your smile. You grab a towel before looking at him again,
"You know you don't have to sweet talk me anymore? We're married you know I'll give it to you whenever you want. Also I have a name outside of Mrs. Serensin" You say rhetorically loving that he calls you that all the time and never stops trying to woo you like the days he asked for your number.
"You know better than anyone I love the chase. As long as I'm on earth I'll spend that time hitting on you. You're too hot not to. And if I wanted to call you by your name I wouldn't of married you." He says as you continue to hide your smile from him and walk towards the bathroom. Before he can even ask you say, "No Mr. Serensin you cannot join," you smile as you see him fake pout out of the corner of your eye.
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"They have the little festival thing in the park we could take them to. Wyatt and Cam loved it last year with the face painting and the balloon animals." You say as you and Jake finish getting dressed for the day almost ready to wake the kids up. Jake walks over slapping your bum gently before wrapping his arms around you.
"Whenever you tell me to go Mrs. Serensin is where I'll be" He says as you roll your eyes. He buries his head in crevice of your neck enjoying the fresh smell of vanilla that is so uniquely you he can smell it wherever he goes.
"Well there's also-" You start before both you and Jake hear a loud crash from downstairs. Both looking scared you race out of your room and downstairs. Jake keeps you behind him the whole time as you walk into the kitchen and see your three children covered in some kind of mix and eggs. Both of your jaws hanging open.
"We wanted to surprise you and make you guys pancakes" Your oldest Wyatt says as you sigh taking a deep breath as you see Jake try to refrain himself from laughing. You hit him lightly in the arm as you get closer to your babies.
"That is so sweet of you guys but next time you can get one of us and we will help you. Just to make sure no one gets hurt." You say picking up your youngest, your little girl Julia as she smiles that big toothy grin at you. "Surprise!!" she says holding her arms out as you hold her at an arms length laughing softly.
"How about daddy helps you guys get cleaned up and dressed for the day while I clean this mess up. After that we will all get breakfast and if you're good go to the park." You say as they all clap in unison. Wyatt and Cam make a dash past Jake racing to the bathroom as you walk over to him putting Julia in his arms.
"Get to cleaning Daddy. There's a lot of work to do" You smile giving him a kiss as Julia cuddles into him leaving Jake stunned and just as dirty now. Yet he can't help but smile at you, then his little girl, and at the life he currently as. Despite the egg yolk on his shirt, and the mess that he can already hear happening in the upstairs bathroom, he swears he wouldn't change his life for anything.
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CHAPTER 2: HEAVEN CANNOT WAIT FOREVER
ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader
He feels you shake. Earth-shattering, the feeling of you. Like you’re breaking the sky for him. It roots something deep inside him that wasn’t there before. Something blooming between violence and gauzy ecstasy. It knots his stomach until he breaks, too.
ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: smut (18+ mdni), virginity loss, protected sex (yay!!), fingering, satoru is annoying
ੈ✩ wc: 4.4k
ੈ✩ a/n: SMUT TIMEEEEE! one of my fav chapters just because it's so sweet. title is from the first taste by fiona apple. i'd love feedback <3 if you just comment about updates i will summon mahoraga on you.
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July, 2008
In front of you, the Gojo estate sprawls out. It's oversized and sukiya-style, adorned with gardens full of hanashobu. When you were younger and more naive, you daydreamed that your wedding ceremony would happen in such a place. The idea makes you feel silly now.
You now find the gargantuan display of wealth a bit repulsive, despite growing up here.
The emerging summer heat makes the back of your knees feel sticky already. You had opted for a simple shirt dress, light and linen, and robin’s egg blue, thinking Satoru would like the color.
God, this was stupid. He wouldn’t be paying attention to the color of your dress — he’d be much more concerned with what’s underneath. The thought makes your stomach flip, birds and wasps flurrying in your diaphragm. The kiss you’d shared hadn’t left your mind for days. You wonder if it was the same for him.
You're surprised that he's there to greet you himself. Otherwise, you would've let yourself in. He smiles at you, looking unfairly handsome in a black t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s not wearing his sunglasses.
“Look who decided to show up.”
You hum in greeting, brushing past him to move toward the stairs.
“Eager, are we?” he teases. “You didn’t even get me flowers.”
“You have a whole garden of them outside.”
“They’re much prettier when you arrange them, Twigs.”
He cocks his head to the side, eyes lingering on an ikebana sitting on the foyer table. You had arranged it last week. You sigh, immediately regretting your decision until he pushes you lightly on the small of your back. His cologne is sharp under your nose. Has he always smelled this good?
It didn’t occur to you that Satoru would ever wear cologne. He’d always smelled like plain soap, white musk. Boyish sweat after he’d play in the courtyard with you.
You follow him up the long staircase and into his bedroom. It’s plain as it always was — neutral colors and traditional paintings on the walls, courtesy of his mother. The only difference is that a king-sized bed replaces the tatami mat he’d preferred as a child.
You try not to look at him, instead, inspecting the bookshelves. You'd read half of his stack by the time you were twelve. Since then, it seemed that Satoru didn't continue an interest in reading the same way you had.
There’s a small photo peeking out of a book — you recognize the top of your head. As you pull it out, you see the two of you grinning in front of a lake. You are eight years old, freshly toothless, and your pigtails are unruly.
“I miss your braids, you know,” Satoru murmurs. He laughs when you jump a bit at the realization of his presence. The coolness of his palm settles on the nape of your neck. You used to tease him about that — how he’d stalk the hallways like a cat and catch you off guard. You thought he’d ought to wear a bell.
“You just liked tugging on them to piss me off.”
“You’re cute when you’re pissed off,” he shrugs.
You wonder if he can hear the echoing brag of your heart. You can’t blame the heat for how you feel, with his house being the perfect temperature of all times. He’s so casual in his T-shirt compared to you. You’re briefly self-conscious about whether your dress is tacky or garish. Too feminine with its floral pattern. You hadn’t worn the thing in years.
As if he’s read your mind, he calls your name and tells you that he thinks you look pretty today. He beckons you into his lap again.
This time, you sit next to him, too anxious to touch yet. He smiles at you again, cat-like, but sweet. Not teasing in his usual manner.
“You can kiss me, you know.”
“I— I know,” you frown. “I don’t need your permission.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Twigs?”
You close your eyes, pausing in front of his face as you notice his breathing get uneven. A subtle push forward makes you stop against a wall.
“You did not just use your Infinity—”
“Sorry,” Satoru laughs. “Still a little mad that you lied about your technique to me.”
You look at him with wide eyes, bottom lip trembling. Something between shame and self-effacement.
“I’m messing with you. Promise. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Despite that, there was never really any hiding from him. Even though you aren’t as close as you used to be, Satoru is somehow still intuitive to how you feel. It’s why he touches your jaw and curls a lock of your hair in between his fingers. He knows his gentle touch would make a shiver run down your spine.
He kisses you, finally. The way your mouth immediately parts to welcome him makes his stomach stir, a spark to ignite a fire. It’s curious and soft, and when he hears you mumble please when he pulls away, he succumbs completely.
His hand settles on your waist, then your thigh. The crux behind your knee. He doesn’t want to move too quickly despite his desperate desire. Your sweet sounds are making him boil over. It’s all so delicate, hanging on by the thinnest thread, and he doesn’t want to scare you away like a timid animal.
You melt into him, grasping the front of his t-shirt with enough eagerness to surprise him. It occurred to you that you liked surprising him this way. You enjoyed getting him flustered. As you feel his warm palms smoothing the flesh of your thighs, the skirt of your dress is already bunched up.
The sound of him groaning in your mouth is addictive. Even more so when it’s your name between his lips.
“Satoru,” you whisper.
“Yes?”
“I–I want–”
Want you to eat me. Want to stay in your lap.
“Gone speechless already?” he teases, brushing your nose with his despite your glare. “You don’t have to be all shy with me.”
You’d imagined being in his lap like this before, warm and fervid. Dream-like. But it’s more real than anything else, especially when you can feel his hardness underneath you.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Satoru’s voice is strained, raspy. There’s an unsung hymn inside of you somewhere, some cruel and divine power deep within that wants to tear him apart. Hearing him like this makes your pulse quicken.
“I want to,” you whisper. His eyes widen, snowy lashes flickering in surprise as if he wasn’t the one to invite you over. As if he wasn’t the one who had beckoned you into his lap and kissed you first. He’d argue that you’d tempted him if he had the strength to tease you again.
You have the urge to hide inside of him, consume him. There’s a question in the flicker of your eyes when you touch his inner thigh. Your eyes are wide.
Satoru makes a sharp inhale. He’s nervous – more nervous than he’s ever been in this kind of situation. It isn’t like he does this often despite his reputation. With you, it’s something entirely unprecedented.
“Kiss me again,” he says. You do. For a bit, you let the feeling of him wash over you, and then you try something new. Your teeth are at his neck. The nip of your incisors against his throat makes him groan, the sound inciting something wild in you.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
You nod.
He doesn’t undress you, not yet. He merely snakes an arm in between your thighs, gasping at the wetness that’s gathered at your core. Fuck.
“You can lean into me,” he rasps into your hair. “Make yourself feel good.”
You mewl – a helpless sound. A small rock of your hips grants you friction against his hand, but it’s not enough.
“You’re teasing me,” you whine.
“But you like it, don’t you?”
He smiles. Devilish again, like his usual self. He knows you’re a bit repressed, like him, but in a way that’s reserved. He wants to see you come undone, enjoys the begging tone of your moans too much.
Satoru skims his fingers along your thigh, wetting the skin with your slick. He pulls your underwear to the side to find your clit. The pressure of his fingers against it makes you shiver.
Your eyes close as you sigh. You can’t look at him – can’t remind yourself that he can see your face like this, falling apart in small breaths. The coil in your stomach aches.
“Tell me how it feels.” His voice is low, his breath tickling just beneath your ear.
“Good,” you reply, breathless. “Feels really good.”
He wants to ask for permission, but he can’t help it. The sight of your mouth parting in pleasure is so much. He wants to see how your face contorts when he touches you in different places. You have always been his favorite toy, haven’t you?
Without warning, he pushes an index finger into you, stifling a groan at your reaction.
“Want more? How do you like it?”
“I don’t– I don’t know?”
“You don’t touch yourself, Twigs?”
“Satoru, just– oh.”
You’re so wet around him. So tight. His cock throbs at the idea of being inside you.
“Another one?”
“Mhm.”
“Open your eyes. Want you to look at me.”
Your lashes flutter as you gasp into his mouth. He looks at you intently, mesmerized. Your hips jerk, grinding into his lap when he uses his thumb to circle your clit again, this time in a steady rhythm with two fingers inside your cunt.
Satoru exhales into your mouth, his jaw slack and moaning softly as if he’s being stimulated as much as you are. In a way, he is, from the friction of you in his lap. He thinks he might just cum in his pants from watching you. He’s never been this pent-up before.
You finish with a quiet gasp, clutching Satoru’s shoulders as you bury your face into his neck. When you pull back, he’s wonderstruck, eager to kiss your cheeks and your jaw and the space above your collarbone. His fingers, still wet with your slick, enter his mouth. He curses softly. You flush at the sight of his lips all dewy with the taste of you.
“Can I take this off?” He pulls at the hem of your dress. The sound of his voice shakes you back to Earth.
You nod, helping him slip the fabric off of your body.
It’s almost as terrible as it is tantalizing to be so vulnerable in front of him. Bare enough for him to make his mark on you, claiming you forever. You suppose he had done that long ago without you realizing.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he coos. He soothes a palm over your waist.
“Naked, you mean?”
Satoru laughs. Eyes hazy, summer blue. “Yes. But you’ve always been beautiful.”
You want to retaliate with something, ease your nerves with a joke, but the tenderness of his voice renders you speechless.
“Your turn,” you breathe, tugging at his sleeve.
When he rids himself of his shirt and sweatpants, you notice he’s as pale as moonlight. Smooth porcelain and filled-out muscle. Rigid. What happened to the lanky boy that used to pull on your braids?
“Got a staring problem?” he goads.
“Shut up.”
“Maybe if you lay back for me.”
You swallow. You listen to him. He looks at you, your hair fanning out on his pillow, your body bare and ripe for the taking. Satoru sits in front of you and coaxes your legs apart to kiss your knees, the back of your thighs. You mewl when he bites, nipping at you the same way you’d done to his neck.
“Look at you. So fucking pretty. Wanna eat you out.”
You have half a mind to say thank you, but the moment passes. You’re too fixated on the way his eyes trail down your body. How the brevity of his words makes you feel flayed alive.
When he kisses you a little too close to your core, you whine in protest and pull at his hair in a fit. He looks up at you, feigning dejection.
“I’m sorry, baby. What is it that you want, hm?”
Baby. Baby.
“Come kiss me.”
And he does, but it’s more violent this time. He doesn’t hold back on showing you how much he wants you, how badly he’s obsessed with you after seeing you fall apart so sweetly for him. The supercut of it will reel in his head long after this. He’s sure of it.
Satoru laves his tongue over the places on your neck that he’s bitten, and descends to your chest until he hooks his teeth around your nipple. He groans at the sound of your moan. His hands are still roaming, palms gripping the taut flesh of your thighs as he grinds lightly into your body enough for you to feel his hardness.
He wants to give you more, so he teases the swollen nub of your clit again with his fingertips and is delighted to feel that you’re even wetter than before – if that was even possible.
“Satoru!”
“Yes?”
Your breathing is so irregular that you can’t put your desire into words. Not without it tainting you with shame, at least. You plead with big eyes, but Satoru wants to tease you a little more. You wonder if it’s in his nature to be so cruel.
“Use your words, Twigs. What is it? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, kissing your temple. “You want a condom?”
You close your eyes, nodding, trying to savor the way he makes you feel and not the terrifying vulnerability that rots in the pit of your stomach. It’s all too much, much more than you had dreamt out, but you’re here now. You know there’s no going back. You know that when you open your eyes to see his soaking in so much light, looking at you with adoration, you wouldn’t want to go back anyway.
He’s quick to prod your entrance again. You nod slightly to permit him, clutching him like a lifeline.
“Let me know if it hurts too much, okay?”
“Okay.”
He kisses you hard, consuming you as a distraction as the head of him enters you little by little. You’re wet enough to not feel any resistance. When he’s pushed to the hilt of you, he moans against your mouth. He drinks up your exhale, trying not to consider it a painful one as he runs his fingers through your hair lovingly.
It’s a strange pain. Something of an ache in the core of you, twisting at your insides in a way that also feels like crushing ripe fruit. A delicate sensation as much as it is rough. Satoru is gentle in his movements, brushing your hair out of your face. He looks at you with utmost admiration.
“Is that— is that good?” you whisper.
“I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” he says. You feel the rumble of his laugh against your chest. “Does it hurt?”
“Only a little. But it—it feels nice.”
He slides his cock back to thrust into you again, slowly. It’s almost languid, lazy the way he slips back into you like the two of you have just woken up from a dream.
Satoru wants to be intentional with how he fucks you. Even within these past minutes, he’s convinced he’s gotten your reactions down to memory. He’ll be able to touch you in all the right ways the next time you fall into his bed. But if he’s intentional, if he fucks you the way he truly wants to, he’s worried it’ll be too much. Everything he feels for you is too much at the moment.
“Relax for me.” His voice is smooth as butter. Your reaction is a hot knife. You notice that for the first time in a long time, in front of you, his face is blushing pink. It makes your walls tighten around him.
He rolls his hips against yours. It’s ecstasy—the feeling of you encapsulating him in lust, in softness. The drawn-out whine that tumbles out of your mouth makes it all worthwhile as Satoru thrusts with the smallest bit of intention. Softly, lovingly. After a bit, his length begins to make you feel full without all the pain. Skin kissing skin. Insides fluttering.
You don’t notice the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. The pain subsides, but the pleasure stokes the fire in your stomach until it devours you completely.
He hitches your right leg higher, ankle past his shoulder. He feels so fucking reckless, but he’ll satiate you the way you deserve—sweet and painless and passionate. The way your bottom lip trembles is making it so fucking difficult for him to stay gentle, though.
He moans your name and it reminds you of yourself. Of your body, of inhabiting it and being consumed by your best friend who is not your best friend. And you love him, you realize, but it’s a worthless feat to think about it too much during your first time. You can at least play pretend while Satoru is inside of you, as he looks at you like he’s the one in love with you.
He bites at your neck as he ruts into you a little faster. He’s so deep that you think you might go brainless—dizzied with pleasure, overflowing with thrill.
“So fucking tight,” Satoru groans. He pushes up his body now, settles himself on his knees as he holds your thighs firmly. “Look at you. My pretty girl.”
“Satoru—” you whine, feeling too exposed, too bare with him hovering over you like this—“Oh, my god—”
You’re pushed over the edge when he thumbs at your clit again, your cunt tightening around him at the feeling. You look beautiful like this. Tears of an angel. It distracts him a bit, how pretty you look, until he realizes the power he holds over you. Knowing that he’s taking.
“Too rough, baby?” he coos, leaning over to kiss your cheeks, licking up your salty tears.
“Don’t stop,” you gasp. “S’good. Feels good.”
He’s pushed against you again, head buried into your neck. He pulls at your hair gently, angling your face to look at him. Noses touching. Mouths sharing air.
“Gonna cum,” you whine into a kiss. He groans at your admission, pulling you taut against him as he adjusts you both to your sides. He lifts your leg over his, rolling his hips harder, and the angle makes you cry out.
He feels you shake. Earth-shattering, the feeling of you. Like you’re breaking the sky for him. It roots something deep inside him that wasn’t there before. Something blooming between violence and gauzy ecstasy. It knots his stomach until he breaks, too.
“Fuck,” he curses. His eyes are wide open, mooning at your face as you cum, and he can feel his release burying inside you to the hilt.
Even after you’re both spent, he’s greedy, still hard inside of you as he continues. Lazy movements, half in tandem with your ragged breaths. He grins at you then, breathless at your blurry gaze. Kisses you sweetly like a shared promise.
The comfortable silence falls between you as you swap kisses. You hum against his lips, caressing his jaw. Your eyes blink at the sight of rain outside his bedroom window. A light drizzle despite the orange sunlight.
“Hm,” Satoru purrs. “We brought the rain.”
“What, with an orgasm?”
“I’m pretty sure you had more than one.”
“You’re so obnoxious,” you mutter.
“And still inside you,” he grins.
He pulls out when you make a grumbled sound, contrasting the melody of his laugh. He has half the mind to take a picture of you like this, sprawled in his bed like a painting. He’d keep the image of it in his wallet if he could.
Instead, he goes to the bathroom to bring you a warm, wet rag and cleans you up. He’s able to catch his breath as he rubs his hands over your bare thighs. You’re changed, glowing, yet your face is so familiar. The same one he’s been fond of for years. The shift inside him aches.
Satoru isn’t sure what to do. Usually, he’s inebriated at this point, and the sex closes with a heavy, dreamless sleep after midnight. The sun shower outside has calmed down, barely there, and afternoon sunlight floods the room. He’s more awake than ever with your presence. He’s surprised you haven’t gotten up to get dressed or made some excuse about leaving. He realizes he doesn’t want you to.
It feels normal when he falls into bed with you after just touching your skin, slips into a sweet afternoon nap. Hours later, you make him dinner. He makes you cum again.
September, 2008
You don’t understand Satoru’s affinity for sugar. You would think he had an addictive personality the way he consumed sweets – you’re surprised he isn’t addicted to something worse, like cigarettes.
Lately, he’s been complaining about craving something sweet before he fucks you. He licks his lips as you share the same mango-flavored popsicle in the courtyard of his estate. Juice dribbling down your chin. It doesn’t take him long to get you knee-deep in the grass. He teases you, tells you your pussy is sweeter. The sweetest.
Other times, you have quiet nights. He watches movies with you in your room and has sex with you before you sleep. Over a few months, Satoru gets accustomed to how you sound when he touches you until he knows you inside out. Expert in the map of your body. Of the pillow-soft places he can tease to make you cum hard.
But he doesn’t take you out after. Or before. It’s always a rendezvous, the rest of the world dead to the both of you as you consume each other. A paradise restricted to a bed. He gets you so dizzy that it doesn’t bother you. He kisses you sweetly on his way out to see his friends. He kisses you sweetly before he’s quick to slip out your door or send you out on his own.
It’s perfect for him. You’re perfect — you feel it.
Satoru likes that you’re so pliable. He can say anything he wants to you and you’ll take it. You’ll even moan for it.
Sometimes he can be mean, sometimes he has tears rolling down your face, but he always kisses them away. He likes that you let him cum in your mouth.
He especially likes that you’re good company outside of the sex. You’re the only mind that gets him besides Suguru. It’s why he likes spending time with you when everyone else is busy. Even if he’s practicing his techniques and you’re splayed on the grass, reading a book.
It’s what you’re doing now. He’s convinced you’re trying to tempt him today. At the moment you’re wearing the pleated skirt from your school uniform, despite it being summer break. The July heat made it unbearable to wear pants. It was laundry day, too, but Satoru insisted on having you come over.
“Come play with me, Twigs,” he calls after you. You look like a dream in your little tank and little skirt. Bare legs with imprints of grass patterns.
“I’m reading.”
“Just because you have a healing technique doesn’t mean that you can’t practice combat.”
“Shoko doesn’t,” you scoff.
“Shoko is going to cheat her way through med school. C’mere, I’m lonely,” Satoru whines.
You’re not as good at fighting as you were when you were children, able to at least wrestle with Satoru and have equal footing. Even then, you didn’t have enough cursed energy to fight like a true sorcerer like Satoru.
But you are getting the hang of it, bleeding cursed energy that flickered a gauzy aura around you. Satoru wonders if it’s just his six eyes that make you look so beautiful in front of him. So soft.
He ends up pushing his weight on you by the end, anyway. He revels in the way you groan, annoyed at him for pinning you down. He knows what’s on your mind from the way you lift your hips for him almost involuntarily. It’s how he has you melt in his grasp, skirt hiked over your stomach as he bullies his cock into you. You’d been asking for it since you looked at him, your teasing eyes peeking from above your book.
He finishes on the small of your back like he always does. Licks over the hickey under your collarbone, too.
You ground him. At least as much as Suguru does, but differently. He’s clear-headed after he cums, laying with you skin to skin. It reminds him that he’s human rather than a god-like prodigy. He keeps you like a pet, never wanting to let you leave him, insisting on stroking through your hair like you’re a cat.
“This has to be some form of kidnapping,” you mutter, one afternoon in his bed. He’d kept you for at least 36 hours, this time. You would never hear the end of it from your mother.
“I can always go to your house.”
“I wonder if this is codependent,” you say. You scrunch your nose as he nuzzles his to yours.
“Nah,” Satoru hums lazily.
“You don’t think so, Satoru?”
“There’s a time limit for me to hang out with my best friend?”
His quip makes your heart pang. You ignore it.
He’ll release you when he feels like it. He knows well enough that you’d rather stay in his bed all day, anyway. He’s too wrapped up in you to think about how it may be cruel.
You stay long enough that your staycation with Satoru bleeds into his usual weekend plans. This includes a movie night with Suguru, so you join.
Satoru picks something raunchy, of course. Something horrific and exploitative in a way that draws attention from its taboo. A cinematic car wreck that has your head spinning.
He whispers in your ear, teasing you, calling you baby whenever Suguru goes to the bathroom. He has his hand on your thigh, fingertips under the blanket, and close enough to your core to make you dripping wet.
And then, as the movie progresses, you tuck your body towards Suguru, who shares your distaste for such violence. Even if it’s fictional. As Satoru watches his worlds collide and sees the way Suguru’s fox eyes light up at your banter, something odd flickers inside him.
When the new semester starts in the fall, he doesn’t look at you as he walks past you.
#gojo smut#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#juijutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x you
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Hi!! May I req a fic where the boys accidently say something that upsets the gn!reader causing them to cry(like how they arent home now or something about them failing,etc), how would Malleus,Riddle, Vil and Azul react?
Hi, thank you for the ask! Oof this one's gonna be a bit of an angst. Short fics for these characters too, hope you like them!
Malleus, Riddle, Vil, Azul x reader: Let the Tears Fall
Malleus
He didn't mean to cause you any harm, that was the last thing he wanted to do while you were with him. He mentioned briefly that he was happy you were with him, in Twisted Wonderland of course, saying that he doesn't "mind if you were stuck here." He meant it in the most literal sense, that he would love for you to stay with him forever, never to return back to your world because he loves you so much. But that translated into possessiveness, something you didn't want in your relationship. Malleus laughed a little when he saw your pale face, he asked what was wrong, and you didn't say anything. Instead, you sat there, looking down at your knees as the winds caused the leaves to rustle in the forest. "Did I upset you?" Malleus asked, trying to reach for you but you just shook your head. You smiled, trying to hold the tears in, looking off into the distance as if to focus on something far away. "No...nothing I just...miss my world a bit...this place sort of reminds me of it," you said. A tear slid from your eye, and you were quick to wipe it off before he saw but the fae didn't miss it. He felt a chill run down his spine, he didn't think he could ever be a source of sadness to you. He never wanted to be such a thing, not when you always made him feel warm and loved. "Y/n, I'm...I'm sorry I spoke out of line," he said, wanting to take back his words. You tried to reassure him that you were fine, but your eyes still seemed hurt. Malleus would have a hard time forgetting that.
Riddle
"Once again, rose I told you it's not written in this way," he sounded pissed. Riddle was never patient with anyone, but when it came to you it seemed like he was a bit better at holding his temper. That was until today rolled by, a week before your exams and you were studying with him. You flinched as he slammed his notebook down and walked over to a chalkboard to demonstrate what he meant. You wrote down exactly what he wrote, listened to his words, but his tone kept making your heart race not in a good way. It was a panicked rhythm, something like you knew you were in trouble. This was your boyfriend for Great Seven's sake, what was going on? Riddle shouted your name again when you didn't answer him as you were lost in your thoughts. That was the last straw, you mumbled out the answer, knowing it was incorrect but not wanting to test his patience anymore. "L-look, I don't think I can do this anymore," you whimpered, and that made Riddle stop. His eyes widened, he realized what he just did. He yelled, yelled at you out of all people. He was acting like his mother, the person whom he despised so much yet ended up becoming a reflection of in this moment. "Y/n, I didn't mean to shout like that, I'm so sorry," his voice softened, he quickly went to you to take you in his arms. But you were limp, your eyes glistened with tears. While no words left your mouth, the small drops that fell onto your notebook was enough for him to understand the horrible mistake he had done.
Vil
A perfectionist at heart, he didn't let anyone escape his scrutiny. Even you, whom he always praised as being perfect in heart and body. He didn't care if you didn't have his exact look, as long as you were confident in your fashion choices he loved it. But this time, he wasn't feeling too much like himself, he had seen too many manager texts in a day, a lot of stressful classes, and now you were doing everything but taking care of yourself. You were up late studying for a test, causing not only physical health problems but also mental health problems. He wanted to tell you kindly to stop but he didn't have the energy. Grabbing your books, he snapped at you. "Get to bed, what are you trying to do sabotage yourself? I thought we went over this last week, how quickly do you dispose of my advice?" What he didn't realize was that you weren't doing that well either. You were sick, you were stressed, you were getting over a lot of hardships about being literally teleported away from home. This was the last thing you wanted to go through, and all you could do at that moment was..."Y/n? Are you crying?" Vil reached his hand to your face, lifting it up so he could see you. You tried to look away, but the tears slid down your cheeks and you made a small whimper. "I'm sorry, I don't want to cause trouble but...it's been a hard week," you try to explain. You think Vil would scold you, but instead, he looks at you with wide eyes, almost a look of fear. "No, I should be the one to apologize, it was rude of me to act this way," he wrapped his arms around you. He let you cry on his shoulder, tell him everything you wanted to tell him. Vil wouldn't let you bundle up your emotions anymore.
Azul
Azul didn't have anything against you, but he was quick to make grudges. He could cling onto random actions or phrases people said to use against them when he needed. It just so happened to be one of those cases. You were already in a tense environment with him. He didn't speak to you for a few days, and you were busy dealing with homesickness along with all of Ramshackle's issues. He casually had to bring up how you weren't helping him at the lounge, nor were you checking up on him as you usually did. What a selfish dorm leader, but you didn't have the energy to fight back. "Look, I'm just saying that as long as you're here, and Crowley remains as the headmaster, you won't be going home. Might as well toss that out the window," he said as he walked back into his office, leaving you in the lounge to clean the bar by yourself. This was the last straw for you, the one thing, the one hope you had was home and he had to jab at it. You tried to calm yourself down, but the tears just started. Soon, you were wiping the glassware while letting the tears fall all over the counter. Azul wouldn't have heard you because he usually listens to music as he's in his study, but this time he left the door open to see what you would do. Hearing slight whimpers and sniffles caused him to jump out the door, a worried and panicked look on his face. There was no way he just said something that hurt you, no he was better than those kinds of people. He went through hurtful words, he shouldn't be repeating that! "Darling, is something wrong? Was it something I said?" he asked, carefully approaching you. "Ah, it's nothing," you shook your head, trying to hide it but he wrapped his arms around you. "No, no it's absolutely something I should know. It was what I said wasn't it?" this caused you to cry harder. He started to feel tears himself. As he told you how sorry he was, he wiped your tears away and told himself he would never throw words at you.
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Finish the Job
Yandere!Jake Lockley x GN!reader
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Summary: After months living in a room with only Jake, Steven and Marc as company, you can't say you aren't content most of the time. Sometimes, however you make a little trouble and Jake reminds you that he is the only one who can keep you safe.
CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere!Jake. Reader is kidnapped. Implied/referenced rape (reader 'never said no' according to jake, but rather just gave in after an unclosed amount of time bc they were lonely/manipulated. The circumstances of this are v vague but remember, if you feel like you have to, its not consent.) Jake Lockley typical violence. Referenced past abuse.
A/N: I began writing this fem reader, as most of my fics are since I am fem, but I realized there was no reason this couldn't be gender neutral. So, that's what it is. If I missed changing anything that makes it seem like reader is fem presenting, lmk and I'll edit it but I looked through this several times.
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You couldn’t say the bed was uncomfortable. You couldn’t say the room was bland or boring. You couldn’t say you had nothing to do. It was a great room, actually. If you were being honest, you loved it here…
The problem was you couldn’t leave. When the man had taken you, it took a while to figure out what was going on with him; it was Steven that explained it, the DID. Honestly, maybe the mental disorder should have scared you more, but you were well versed in different disorders so it wasn’t something that phased you, rather than just made it a challenge to navigate your situation. You were given book after book after book to read, to entertain you when outside of Marc Steven and Jake’s company; it didn't matter how many you went through, you just had them. If you were feeling brave, you made requests but honestly after the boredom of the first month while you were still fighting it, you took what you could get. You were even given a laptop, although it couldn’t possibly connect to the internet, but you were writing. They didn’t even make you show them what you wrote, but Steven would often sit on the bed while you read to him your poems or short stories. You were saving your novel for when it’s finished.
Some days were better than others.
Some days you and Steven talked for hours.
Some days you and Marc marathonned Star Wars.
Some days Jake held you so warm and so tightly you forgot they kidnapped you.
Today was not one of those days.
You were angry, you were upset, you missed your friends and you missed the outside, you wanted fresh air and you didn’t want to spread your legs for a man that took you away from everything you knew and wanted.
“Why are you giving me so much fucking attitude today?!” Jake shouts at you, pacing the floor of your room so aggressively he had your throw rug all twisted up.
You were sat up on your bed, shouting back. “You KIDNAPPED ME, you HURT ME you RAPE ME-”
“CALLATE!” He screamed, storming towards you so fast you flinch and scramble back to the wall. “You know I don’t like when you call it that!”
A sardonic laugh. “What? Rape?”
“I never forced you! I never held you down! I never got you too drunk or high to resist-”
“YOU TOOK ME AWAY FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, WHAT OTHER OPTION DID I HAVE!”
His face is suddenly right up to yours, so close your nose brushed his briefly as he speaks in a dark, quiet voice. “I never heard you say no, mi vida”
He was right. You hadn’t. But they had worn you down, twisted your mind so much that eventually you just began… giving in.
He continued talking, his voice rumbling with the low octive “I only hurt you in the beginning, carino. Just until you began to listen. You needed it, didn’t you? Someone to take you away from everything, take care of you, feed you. Baby, we adore you, and it hurts us when you fight like this.”
Your eyes wheeled up with tears at his words. It’s true, you had become so dependent on them… you weren’t sure you could even shower alone anymore. You’d be lucky if you remembered how to toast bread. Sickeningly, a part of you liked it. You liked he cared for, pampered, adored, and fuck, worshiped. You had time to write, time to listen to music and podcasts. If you need to look up something for a book or research something from a podcast that interested you, you just asked, and the boys would monitor you. You didn’t really need anything except some goddamn freedom. What was that they said in The Handmaid’s Tale? There’s freedom too, and freedom from… They offered you freedom from, and made that clear.
“The world is dangerous, precioso. You know that as well as I do… perhaps better.” With a cocked eyebrow, Jake referenced your past trauma’s, forcing the tears to spill over. “You are too precious, too perfect to be put at risk again. Your family didn’t protect you, but I will.”
Still, you are ever-defiant, shaking your head. “N-no… you aren’t protecting me. You’re hurting me…” but even then, you couldn’t manage much conviction. You hadn’t so much as burned your tongue since Steven, Marc, and Jake took you, and he was right… the rest was just discipline.
Jake frowned, but simple stood up. He went over to your desk, taking out a Glee notepad he’d found on ebay for you and a pen, tossing them in your direction.
“Write them down, all the names.”
You look at him confused. “W-what names?”
He stalked forward, once again close to you.
“Give me the full name of anyone who has ever hurt you or touched you without your consent.” His gaze was focused, intense. You knew he was on a mission when he looked at you like that.
“I don’t… I don’t know all their full names…”
“If you have workplace addresses, any identifying information that’s helpful. I promise you, I’ll take whatever you give me and I will find them. Every single person who has ever caused you pain.”
“What are you going to do?” You didn’t really need to ask, but you did anyway.
“You and I both know. Now write.”
The list was long, longer than any one person’s list should be. A few, you only remembered their first name so you wrote down what you knew… Jake had his ways. Still, you had some cheek in you, and when Jake looked at the paper, he frowned.
“What the fuck is this.” He smacked the paper with his hand. After the list of people who had violated or harmed you before you came here, were three names Jake recognized right away.
Jake Lockley
Steven Grant
Marc Spector
“You told me to write the names of anyone who hurt me or touched me without-” SMACK! Your head flung to the side from the backhand, and when your turned back to face him, his hand gripped your throat.
“You think this is funny, carino?” His face pressed against yours. “How do you think Marc would feel if he saw his name on that list?”
Your lip quivered at that… you didn’t want Marc to see. Marc was special to you, and Jake knew it; he often exploited your relationship with his alter for his own benefit.
“I’m sorry” You cried, apologetic.
His grip on you loosened, and he looked back at you with sympathetic eyes. Letting go, he tore the bottom three names off the paper and tucked the offenders into his pocket. “I know you are, amor. Now, you sit here pretty, and don’t worry about a damn thing for the rest of your life, si?”
It took about a month. He never left you for more than one day at a time, but he always made sure you had food and were provided for, even giving you access to the bathroom. You didn’t dare even look for an exit; they wouldn’t have left anything vulnerable, and you were on camera, you knew. It would just cause trouble.
It was after one of those such nights where you were alone that he came back to you, still somehow looking put together after being out all night. You knew he hadn’t slept. You awake to his footsteps, heavy boots on your polished hard wood floor. As you stir, a piece of paper is placed on your pillow.
Sitting up you rub your eyes. “Jake, what’s- ” But you are stopped in the middle of your sentence. Every single name is crossed out on the list you had given him. “Does… does what mean they are dead?”
He steps forward, slipping to stand between your knees and bedding over, placing his hands on your thighs. His face was intensely close to yours, dark eyes piercing yours. You lean forward, accepting him in, existing in his precise. Jake did this for you. You were safe here, none of these people could hurt you… but because they had, whether months ago or decades, it didn’t matter. They were dead because they had crossed you, because they had dared to touch what Jake Lockley laid claim to. Jake, Marc and Steven… they were where you belonged.
“Jake Lockley finishes the job.”
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since it's over my dash today, when i draw comics, this is my "divorced" zukka au: That they choose their duties over their personal lives. Sokka out of love and obligation. And Zuko out of love for his people...but also out of guilt and fear that he'll end up like his father. And they got together, briefly, wonderfully, before they had to part ways. It was the culmination of years of pining and worrying about their friendship, and for a brief moment, they think they can have a future before reality and their own choices ruins it for them, and Sokka leaves and Zuko stays. They didn't get the chance to be happy together and now it hurts too much to even be friends. Because all that's left between them is what could have been. And sometimes they'll have to do a mission together and things will click back into place like they were meant to be, just like boiling rock, and they'll be reminded of what a good team they make and how much trust they have in each other. And Zuko is reminded that he hasn't really smiled that way in years because Sokka's the only one who can make him that happy, and that realization comes with a bitter twist inside him because he knows it's fleeting, and it's not fair that he can only be happy with someone who lives across the world. And Sokka remembers what it feels like to have warmth and sure footing. What it felt like to be with the one person he could completely let go with and know he'd be caught if he fell. And how he missed hearing the sound of Zuko's laugher so much he has trouble enjoying his own jokes because it just feels a little bit empty without the person he wanted to spend his life with by his side to hear them.
And then, the mission ends, and they're having to say goodbye, again, and it hurts more and more each time until neither of them are able to face it at all.
#throws my contribution to the wind#and then they realize they deserve to be happy too and are finally able to get together--/gets booed off the divorced zukka stage#no energy to draw today so....#divorced zukka#my favorite eric andre bit is “im saving my virgnity for divorce” and i finally have a context for it making sense sdjkfgdfgjk#sigh. i still have the comic about this and there's no way i'll get it and the turtleduck one done for zukka week#run on sentences they be running they keep going when they shoulda just stopped#this was so long sorry jkhaskj
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Mike understanding Will vs. Mike being oblivious
Evidence that Mike knows what Will is talking about in the van:
Will: "I didn't say it", Mike: "You didn't have to" - You're telling me that after they say this, Will is now going to have to spell out his feelings for Mike to understand? They wrote this line for a reason.
Mike has always been very emotionally aware of Will. We see that this season at the skating rink when it seems like Mike is ignoring him. He lists all these things Will's done (rolling his eyes, etc.). He pays attention to Will. We've seen this in past seasons, too. The only time he was shown to not be aware of Will's feelings was briefly in season 3 was when him and Lucas were making fun of him over D&D. The second Mike realizes he actually hurt him, he runs after him to apologize and he never does this again. Mike was so busy pretending to be all grown up and like Lucas he missed what was happening with Will. But he figures it out quickly and fixes it.
Will: "You make her feel like she's not a mistake". Will says this line when he's giving Mike the painting and pretending his feelings are El's. Mike knows this isn't true. Him and El had a fight in Lenora and El said "You looked at me like I'm a monster". This fight happened a few days before Will says this. Mike didn't forget. He knows what they fought about. He knows he makes El feel like a monster because she told him.
Mike: "I care for you so much". This line is so platonic and self-aware. She wants him to tell her he loves her and deliberately avoids saying it. He knows what she wants him to say. He blurted out he loves her at the end of season 3, makes a confused face after he says it, tries to awkwardly talk to her and explain that he loves her while avoiding saying the word and confuses her in the process. Then when she brings it up later, he pretends like he doesn't remember and says "that was just heat of the moment stuff". She says it back to him and he's confused and doesn't respond. Then he spends the next several months avoiding saying it the letters he writes her. This is again, very self-aware. It would be very easy to write this. Especially if he already said it out loud. He recognized at the end of 3 that he didn't mean it and didn't say it again.
He throws away 2 of her letters that we see. It's implied he isn't keeping them.
He flirts with Will twice in Lenora. Not to mention how flirty they were at the end of season 3 when they are packing up they Byer's things.
Mike's emotional intelligence has been on display several times throughout the series. Not only does he take care of Will but they have many heart-to-heart conversations where he is empathetic and understanding. He listens to Will. But we also see him do this a little with El in season 1. When they first find her he acknowledges that she's scared and gives her a place to stay and food. He didn't have to do this. It shows emotional maturity. He is aware of other peoples feelings. He doesn't register that Lucas is jealous of the time he's spending with her because he is honestly not spending a lot of time with her. I just rewatched season 1. Their time together is limited. So when Dustin calls him oblivious for not realizing why Lucas was jealous, it really just doesn't add up logically with what was actually happening. Which is why Mike doesn't register this. It's not obliviousness. Dustin and Lucas are misinterpreting the situation.
He looks like he's in physical pain giving his I love you monologue to El. He is more than capable of listing things he likes about a person. There is a reason Will calls him the heart. He connects emotionally to people (Will specifically) but he can't do that with El. He knows he is lying. All of his behavior up until this point suggests he knows this.
Him and El aren't speaking at the end and are rolling their eyes at each other. He isn't even attempting to talk to her. If he believed anything he said he wouldn't be acting like this. He would be trying to talk to her or comfort her when she's clearly upset. When they get to the cabin he just completely ignores her and walks ahead and leaves her behind at the car without a second glance back. This isn't obliviousness and a lack of emotional awareness. We see him 2 minutes later talking to Will and telling him she's upset she lost and then comforting Will about Henry. He knows and understands what people are feeling and what the correct responses are to emotional situations. He doesn't comfort El because he doesn't want to and he knows she doesn't want him to. He is aware of this. She's rolling her eyes at him, too. The only time they aren't stand offish with each other is at the hospital. She leans her head on his shoulder in a very Harry and Hermione like way. He lets her. It's what she needs in the moment. He's not confused by this or shoving her off.
(Edit: I want to add here that Will is crying after he gives Mike the painting and Mike sees him. Why would Will be crying if he's talking about El's feelings? If Mike believes what Will is saying is actually El than he would have asked about what upset him because it doesn't add up. Will wouldn't be crying over another couples feelings. It only makes sense if he's crying about his own. Mike doesn't ask him what's wrong because he knows. He knows Will just confessed and it was hard for him so he doesn't have to ask. He also can't say what he wants to say with other people in the car so he gives Will space.
Also just look at Mike's face in this scene. It says everything you need to know. Especially when you compare it to his face during his monologue to El. He's so happy when Will is talking to him and he never looks at El like that.)
Evidence that Mike is oblivious:
Mike is never actually SHOWN to be oblivious, we just have characters saying that he is. Dustin and Lucas say it in reference to the way that he acts TOWARD EL. Not towards Will. He doesn't respond to El the way that someone who has a crush on her does which is why they say he is oblivious. He doesn't act like a boyfriends is supposed to so they help him. They are realizing he isn't acting that way for a reason. Mike has never be called oblivious in reference to Will.
Finn says Mike is oblivious and clueless. Of course he does. He can't say that he knows what Will is talking about. It's a spoiler. I don't know why people take these interviews so seriously. The actors can't say anything. They frequently say things that aren't true because they were instructed to. Interviews are to promote the show. And the audience is in the dark about Mike's feelings so he can't say more than this.
The oblivious excuse is so easy. It allows people to dismiss a lot of other things that are going on. It's superficial. But the show is never what it seems on the surface. They like to show and not tell. So if they are TELLING us that Mike is oblivious, then we need to pay attention to what they are SHOWING us. They have never shown us that he has no idea what's going on. They have shown us the opposite. It's a misdirect. They want people believing he's oblivious so that when they show us the truth it's completely unexpected. Most of the audience has the wrong perception of him.
And honestly, a lot of the insistence that Mike is oblivious is coming from people who desperately want him to have romantic feelings for El at some point even if they think Byler is endgame. I don't understand this need for these two to be romantically involved. There is the bare minimum being done with the way they interact. They are being intentionally written to not understand each other or be good for each other and it's been consistent since the beginning. Just because one is a boy and one is a girl and they are cute kids doesn't mean they need to be crushing on each other. It isn't being SHOWN.
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Being Kanej's daughter head canons
I know people have different opinions about whether or not Kaz and Inej would ever get so far as to have biological kids so I'm going to leave it up to you whether the reader is adopted or not.
CW: Kaz and Inej trauma mentioned in passing very briefly no description, swearing,
-Both Kaz and Inej were really scared to have kids because what if they mess it up? What if they pass on their respective traumas? Maybe they just aren't cut out to be parents.
-But then they hold this little baby in their arms for the first time and it's like holy shit? Kaz isn't really an emotional guy but he's just filled with this overwhelming desire to protect this little human because it's so fucking cute and he wants to give them the childhood he never had. Inej just wants to hold you forever and never let go.
-They're obviously very busy people but they take time off their responsibilities for you and kinda just chill for a bit never wanting to miss a moment.
-You're a very happy baby
-Your first word is crow. Kaz is secretly thrilled, Inej is a little disappointed but ma comes soon after quickly followed by da.
-One day when the crow club is closed Kaz is cleaning up with a two year old you on his hip, Wylan and Jesper are sitting at the bar and Kaz starts cooing and smiling at you and Jesper asks, "You know we could tell everybody about this and ruin your reputation?" Wylan follows it up with, "Why are you doing this in front of us?", And Kaz says with a straight face "Because no one will ever believe you"
-Inej teaches you how to wield a knife by age five
-Speaking of Inej she also teaches you how to slip into the shadows and be absolutely silent
-You have a running bet to see how can sneak up on Kaz.
-Neither of you have been successful
-By the time you're thirteen you start begging your parents to join the crows it does not work.
-But when you turn fourteen you play a lookout on a mission.
-By the time you turn sixteen you are a full member of the crows.
-Neither of your parents are very happy about this but they know you're capable of taking care of yourself.
-Speaking of that if anyone touches you or looks at you they will face a fate much worse then death
-When you start dating your partner faces hours of interrogation not only to figure out if they're trustworthy but also in your parent's opinion "If they aren't willing to sit through hours of your parents yelling at them they aren't the one"
-But you do find someone who had such a slow burn romance with you they didn't even realize you liked each other until they were full on shipping the two of you and you were both hardcore pining.
-This is my first post and if you'd like to hear about this particular OC tell me
Anyway I doubt anyone will read this but if you do and you enjoy it like, reblog, comment whatever.
I've been waiting to see this for so long but have been to scared to request anything but if anyone has any other ideas for this feel free to add because I kinda hate this and if you could tag me that would be great.
-Saige
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For the cuddles and snuggles prompts, I offer you number 19, hugging/holding them from behind, for either Rexy Boy, Fives, or Howzer (whichever one strikes the inspo!)? I think any of them being hugged from behind would be adorable and/or dorky <3
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Snuggle Drabbles #2
Howzer x reader | 550 words
Content: fluff, hugs, reader has a family
Prompt: Hugging them from behind
Howzer was perfect.
Standing so naturally, so confidently amongst your family. Easily laughing along to your dad's corny jokes. Flawlessly timing his compliments of your mom's home. Fitting in with the quirky and sometimes chaotic dynamic your family had as if he'd been here the whole time. You couldn't help but stop in your tracks, holding the salad bowl you were supposed to be preparing, and instead watching him with so much adoration you worried you'd collapse from the weight of it.
He'd been so nervous, too, meeting your family. It wasn't common for clones to be in a relationship, let alone one so serious as to warrant bringing a whole family into it. He'd had no idea that was even a thing you were interested in until you'd asked if he was ready. And then he'd spent the whole week asking questions. How was he supposed to act? What was he supposed to say?
So to see him like this now, so much more at ease, no trace of apprehension left on his relaxed features, also made you burst with pride. Your man was up for any challenge.
Eventually your dad left the conversation to check on the grill, and your mom decided to run to bathroom before dinner. You quickly snatched the opportunity. You sat down the salad bowl on the closest nearby surface and made your way up behind him. Howzer was distracted, gazing across the yard, and so he made a startled grunt once he felt your arms snaking around his middle from behind.
"What are you doing there?" he asked through the chuckle that followed.
You pressed your face into his back and smiled, knowing he'd feel it. "I just missed you, s'all."
"Missed me?" His hands encircled your arms, rubbing them gently. "You weren't gone that long."
"Felt like it," you mumbled.
He hummed. "Didn't realize dumping a bag of lettuce into a bowl was so taxing."
You had to release him briefly in order to swat at him for that. "Shh! Don't tell my mom it came out of a bag! She thinks I still have a garden."
His body started to shake with amusement in your hold. "Oh, is that what those weeds on your patio were supposed to be?"
You swatted again, only for him to capture your wrist and use it to pull you around to face him. You kept your body and one arm snuggly pressed against him as you moved.
"Hi," he smiled down at you.
"Hi," you whispered sweetly back. It was like you were sharing a secret. Just the two of you. It didn't even matter that your dad was likely sneaking looks over his shoulder or that your siblings would probably start teasing as soon as they made their way outside.
"You're perfect, you know," you said.
Howzer chuckled nervously. "I don't know about that..."
"You are," you repeated. It was fact.
Before he could protest further, you leaned back into him and hugged him fully. You turned your head to rest against his chest and for a moment caught your dad awkwardly trying to appear as if he hadn't been eavesdropping the whole time. You simply smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment for however much longer it would last.
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Ohhhhhh requests hehe nice
Spare some alpha!claire and omega reader bit please, if it tickles the muse? I have no idea about the setting, maybe reader helps her with the campaign or miles got everyone on the island an omega to further relax during the weekend? Some sweet thing desperate to please cause if the assigned person isn't happy, miles isn't happy, and that is ... not good. And god knows Claire needs it, being a single mom running a campaign... 👀
Or something else dark, whatever comes to your mind! Have a good day!
fated
pairing: alpha!claire debella x omega!reader
a/n: hey anon! i hope i gave your request justice, my writing's a bit rusty hehe enjoyy
warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!claire, knotting, breeding, oral (r receiving), overstimulation, lil bit innocence kink, choking (briefly-not in a sexy way), men being assholes
summary: claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.
“The rooms are named after chakras, your biorhythm is your key, get changed, settle, and let's have an afternoon by the pool before the real party begins,” Miles explains, as the wristbands glow with each of their chakras. Most of them go to their assigned rooms when he added: “...and there's a special surprise for you waiting in there. Thank me later.”
Claire and Birdie looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, having no idea what it is this time.
Much to Claire's surprise, a very pretty present awaits her, sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed. The short frilly summer dress you're wearing compliments you very well, not to mention it's in her signature color, as is your collar engraved in the words ‘Claire's property.’
You stay with your head down low, waiting for your new owner to regard you in any way.
What a good girl.
This is, by far, the best trip Miles had organized.
Claire closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the Greek island wind soak her stress and worries when a faint smell in the room catches her nose.
It's faint, but it's there.
She walks into the room, taking her sun visors off, as she gets closer to where the scent is most potent — and she can feel her cock twitch when she realized it was coming from your slick.
Claire bends a little and tips your chin up with the visor, searching your eyes for something, anything. She could see the way your pupils widened just with the intense eye contact, how your pupils dilated, how your lips parted ever so slightly, how your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed.
Despite the clear attraction on your part (and hers), she could feel how nervous you are. She puts her sun visor on your head backward, caressing your warmed cheeks with her knuckles. “Do you have a name, darling?”
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Unlike the rest of the disruptors who have their omegas on a leash, Claire takes you by the hand, your palm cold against hers. When she refused to take the leash, she didn't miss the shy, small smile your lips painted as you thanked her.
Comments were thrown at her, saying omegas should/ be on a leash to keep them behaved, for them to be constantly reminded who they belonged to; but Claire disregarded all of them. She kept you close, patting the side of the bed, sharing the small space with her—until two of her friends decided to join her, with the blonde woman ordering all of you to move.
The three of you decided to sit one bed away from them as they chatted. You could hear the two whispering to each other how their alphas were with them, and all you could do was stare at Claire with great awe.
You're thankful that you went to an alpha like her.
Prior to this weekend, someone had given you a brief introduction to your assigned alpha. Initially, you're scared, given all the politician stereotypes, even if she is a woman. If anything, she's the exact opposite of them all.
The more you look at her, the more you feel your heat starting to make you feel hazy — and you're worried if you're good enough for the dear governor to breed.
Lost in thought, you didn't notice the tall muscular man towering over the three of you.
“You.” He hooks a finger to your collar, choking out a gasp from you. The man looks at the tag on your collar. “Claire's, huh? Did she take care of your heat already? Want an alpha more capable of breeding you?”
You're shaking, terrified, but you can't even do anything because here, you are just breeding holes. Brought on this island to please this alpha pack, and holes don't speak. Above all, Miles himself had said: I don't care if another alpha wants to claim you other than the assigned. It's up to them to take responsibility for their property.
He grins when he sees how your lip trembles, leaning down slowly towards your nape—
And the pressure on your neck is gone, followed closely by a loud water splash.
“Do not touch what's mine, Duke. This is your only warning.” Claire stands at the edge of the pool, pointer finger sharply pointed at the man. “You'd do well to remember that.”
You're still trembling, but not because of fear anymore.
She guides you away from the pool area wordlessly, keeping your gaze trained on her hand tightly wrapped around your wrist.
None of her friends dared to stop Claire, her rage keeping everyone at bay.
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As soon as you get to the comfort of her room, Claire all but pushes you into the bed, her chest still heaving as she straddled your middle. Her eyes are still burning, though it wasn't directed at you. She's zoning out.
Claire was just happy bragging about you to her friends, a sweet little thing that you are when Birdie's voice cut her off. “Claire...”
And then all she saw was red, because no one, not even her closest friends, can touch what's clearly fucking hers, and they should know better than to do so because she swears they will not see the light of day—
“Mistress?”
Your small voice grounds her to this moment, reminding her that you're here, that no one had snatched you up right under her nose before she can even officially mark you as hers. No one can.
She lets you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the faint red mark on your wrist that her grip left catching her eyes. This time, gently, she brings it to her lips. “Are you okay?”
“I am,” you say, eyes shimmering with adoration. “Thank you, mist–”
Claire's soft lips caress yours for a second before she pulls away. Her bright blue eyes stare at yours, then at your lips, and back to your eyes, and back to your lips again.
You brush your nose against hers, voice hoarse as you whisper. “Please.”
“Your lips taste good, princess. I wonder…” she trailed off, face hovering along the valley of your breast and stomach, the slightest touch of the tip of her nose trailing making you shiver. She stops at the hem of your dress, eyes never once wavering off yours. “...no, I'm sure you're as sweet as you smell.”
Without another word, she dove into your cunt like a feast, the lack of any underwear a relief to you both.
Claire's cock ached to be freed out of its confines with your sex so graciously served to her on a silver platter. A pure omega, never been touched, holes clenching around nothing as you anticipate her touch.
“Fuck me like the whore that I am, mistress!”
An untouched omega with a dirty mouth? Well.
She smirked. You will be fucked like the whore that you are, but she needs you to produce as much slick as possible, not wanting your first time to hurt — but the thought that she will be the first person to ever fuck your cunt, the way she can see how goosebumps arise on your skin at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands touching and prodding on your most intimate and sensitive parts has her head clouded with stormy lust, all focused on how she can destroy you, your tight little holes, and breed you round until you can't walk.
She uses her tongue to fuck your hole, her nose so deliciously rubbing against your puffy clit. She smiles to herself with how wet you're getting, with how desperate you sound. Claire didn't take too long to bring you your orgasm, and another, and another until she deemed you ready to take her cock.
Claire looks at you fondly, caressing your cheek with the back of your hand. Your eyes are glazed over with how fucked out you were, your hair a mess, the pretty marks and bruises she painted across the canvas of your skin.
She's barely even starting.
“I'm ready, mistress. ’M ready to be filled up…” you say with adoration, nuzzling your head against her touch.
Claire coos, “Aww, sweet baby. Are you, really? You think you can take mistress' cock? You think it will fit your tight pussy?” She then claws her swimsuit off of her, sighing as she strokes her cock.
You swallow as you see how thick and girthy she was, and Claire sees the way fear has flashed in your eyes. “I know it's scary and I know you're thinking about how my cock will fit you, do you still want it?”
A blink and your eyes once again gloss over with lust, nodding eagerly.
“Good girl.”
Claire wants to flip you ass up face down, but she also wants to see the tears slipping the corner of your eyes once her cock enters you so she spreads your legs once more, rubbing her length against your clit and pussy lips before aligning the tip in your tight hole.
“You ready, baby?”
Claire takes your nod as a go signal, pushing her cock inside your pussy so slowly, you could feel every inch of her filling you and stretching your walls. She doesn't miss the tear that escape your eyes as you feel the burn of your alpha finally taking your cunt. She wipes it with her thumb, singing praises to your ear. “You're doing so well, my lovely omega. This pussy was made for my cock.”
She's fully sheathed inside you, and as much as she wants to start thrusting into you, she needs to know how you're feeling. Claire was a little worried by how you'd been quiet for the past few minutes save from your little whimpers and gasps.
Before she can ask, you beat her to it. “You're so big, mistress! But I can take it, you're right, my pussy is made for you. Please fuck me, please!”
Claire's cock twitches with how desperate you are and starts ramming her dick into your hole. The scream that you let out was music to her ears, and she intends to hear a fucking orchestra.
She grunts as she feels your hips move to meet hers, your breasts beautifully bouncing with her every thrust. She palms your mounds and pinches your stiff buds, letting another whine escape your lips. Your mouth was barely closed as she fucks you, all the moans downright pornographic, and her chest swelled with pride. She spits into your mouth, and you make a show of you swallowing it, making her thrust harder, a bulge forming on your belly with how deep she is.
“Mmm, fuck, mistress! More, please!” You clench around her cock as she hits that special spot, making your back arch from the pleasure. You've never been more addicted to this feeling, full of your beloved alpha's cock, getting fucked for the first time like a good omega deserves, like you deserve.
You ask, and Claire delivers. She kept hitting that spot in hopes of you clenching around her again, feeling her knot starting to swell. Claire's all set to shoot all her load into you, nothing but feral thoughts in her lust-filled head. You wrap your legs around her waist to keep her close, feeling your own orgasm close.
“This pretty little pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else's.”
“I'm yours...I want to be yours, mistress! Please, please! Let me cum!”
“You want to be mine, lovely girl? You want mistress to breed you?” Claire whispers, her hot breath against your ear adding more fuel to the heat between your legs.
“Yes! Yes please, mistress. I want your pups...”
“If you want my pups, I'll have to take you home with me. You'll be by my side, forever. Would you like that?”
“I'd like nothing more, mistress.”
“Good girl. Now take all of me and cum, baby. Go on, cum for mistress.”
Like it's meant to be, you cum as your alpha says. Claire follows right after, her knot adding more stimulation to your sensitive cunt. The way her thick release fills you to the brim makes you feel like you're floating, too blissed out with the intense pleasure you've just experienced.
You let Claire lay above you, her face nuzzling your neck. She doesn't pull out, not yet. She has to make sure not one drop of her cum is wasted.
She sighs, satisfied, as she smells her scent covering your body. She presses an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, just above the collar tag where her name is.
You wrapped your arms around her and whispered, “Thank you, mistress. That was…I don't even know how to describe it. It's beyond words,” you pause, feeling brave as you lifted her chin and stole a bashful kiss. “I'm glad you're my alpha.”
You feel her smile against your skin. “Me too, darling. Me too. Now get rest as much as you can, because I'm not done with you.”
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All good things come to an end, but not what you and Claire had found with each other on this island. The two of you weren't even able to enjoy the full beauty this place had to offer as you remained cooped up in Claire's room, blessing every corner with spit, sweat, and cum.
“You ready to go home, baby?”
When she didn't hear you respond, she found you looking at distant strange people in the faraway part of the island.
Claire gently whisks your hand away, effectively leading your attention away from Miles' people burying Duke's body.
#claire debella x reader#claire debella x you#claire debella x y/n#agatha harkness x reader#eve fletcher x reader
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My not so normal little sister
Chapter 4 - Friends until the end
New York 5 years ago
"Don't worry mama, everything is fine here. My meeting with Edna will be in the afternoon and now I'm going to central park…." She frowned briefly when she heard her mother's answer on the other end of the line, then replied "okay, don't worry… we'll talk when I get back from the meeting. I love you too… au revoir "
Marinette left the building as soon as she finished talking to Sabine on the phone. She had been in New York for a week and it was the first time she would venture out into the streets of the big city alone. She was lucky to got an exchange program for her senior year of high school and the teenager was excited about the internship she got with Edna Mode. So excited that she barely noticed the person who came running as soon as she left the building, causing both of them to bump into each other, spilling all the coffee she was holding all over them.
“Merde, comme je suis inattentif ! Êtes-vous bien? mille pardons pour cela..." She stopped to observe the boy who was looking at him strangely, not understanding what she had said.
“Sorry, I didn’t understand what you said…”
Marinette was immediately embarrassed by the guy, realizing she hadn't spoken English “sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and I spilled all the coffee on you. Everything is fine? Did you get hurt?"
Peter looked at the young woman in front of him. He was surprised that he hadn't sensed her presence before impact, something his senses prevented from happening. He stared at her as if she'd grown another head. Realizing that he was staring at her, he glanced at the clock widening his eyes and realizing that he was late for the internship interview he had scheduled.
"I'm late and I won't be able to go home and change for the interview" Peter said running a hand through his hair. “I'm fine miss, don't worry, events like that happen. Are you well? Did you get hurt in any way?”
“I'm fine, thanks, but I can't let you go out like this, even more so with an interview to do” she spoke looking at the boy's clothes, pressing his lips together and taking a deep breath. It was her fault and she needed to fix the problem she caused.
"Ahn, I'll be going then, I'm already very short of time..." Peter started to speak but was cut off by Marinette.
“I know we don't know each other but I can't let you leave like that for your interview either… My name is Marinette Dupain - Cheng and I live here” she said pointing to the building behind him and extending his hand to shake “Let me at least fix what I did? I can’t be responsible for you missing an opportunity…”
"My name is Peter Parker, you aren’t from around here, are you?" He commented briefly, squeezing her hand and not giving her time to respond, “I can't accept this miss…”
"Don't be silly, I won't allow you to go to an internship interview like that.. " She took his hand and pulled him towards the building… "I'll help you, it's only fair after I ruined your outfit"
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'Time passes and one thing remains constant: Marinette Dupain - Cheng can't be on time even if her life depends on it' the young woman thought, running towards the stairs and, as always in her life, obviously she was late on her first class day. Lucky for her (so much for being the lucky miraculous holder) she had already picked up her schedule the previous afternoon. The biggest problem at the moment would be getting to class on time “argh” she mumbled looking inside the school not knowing where to go, until she felt someone bump into her shoulder.
“Could you… Peter! I didn't know you studied here. Good to see you! How was the interview? Did you get the internship?” Marinette spoke as soon as she saw the young man at the entrance of the school where she was going to finish her senior year. She was relieved to find someone who could perhaps give her some direction on where to go...
“Marinette? Wow... what are you doing here? Is this where you got your exchange?” he said adjusting the backpack on his back that had almost fallen
"Yes! How lucky to find you here… think you can help me? I'm kind of lost here, it's my first day” she said excitedly.
“Of course, I'll take you to your class, it's the least I can do for the help you've given me. By the way, I passed the interview and got the internship" He commented, taking the schedule from her hands and walking beside her… “We have a few classes together, including this first one. Come on, I'll show you around here later..."
"Congratulations on the internship! And thanks for the tour. It's good to know I can count on you!" She said smiling with a mix of nervousness and hope, following him closely, almost a step away.
"Whenever you need it..." replied the boy, looking at her as he held the door for her to go through first.
Present day - Paris 9:30am
Marinette had just entered the room. She started to remove her earrings, seeing Tikki Sass and Long talking in the corner of the room. She stopped next to Luka and Kagami, taking a deep breath as if she was trying to gather her courage.
“You know what you need to do, if something happens…” she spoke in an agitated way being cut off by Luka who placed a hand on her shoulder
“It's going to be okay, you need to calm down. Are we going to take care of everything, or do you not trust us?” he smiled slightly watching the youngest make a line with her lips.
“Thank you, I know I can count on you…” she hugged him and then her friend who was beside her, smiling slightly. She was going to make a comment, however she saw the Kwamis hide and the door opened right after. She didn't have long to register what was happening, when she was nearly thrown back by the force of the hug she received. She only really understood when she heard the boy call her name.
“Mars! Did you really think you were going to get rid of me…” Peter spoke as he hugged her tightly;
“I couldn't even if I wanted to… and this time I really tried” he replied a little muffled, feeling tears gather in his eyes. She stopped to look at her friend closely, smiling slightly at him. "I missed you…"
“Me too, you stubborn. You should have given me the details of the surgery, I could have been here sooner. And it doesn't even come with that one that ‘I didn't want to disturb.’ We are in this together!” He said not letting her say anything, he pulled away a little giving her a light kiss on the forehead. “Your parents are outside talking to the doctors…”
“I figured you came with them… Let me officially introduce you.” she said pulling away and turning to Luka and Kagami “I know I already introduced you online, but this is the first time you've seen each other in person. Kagami, Luka, this is Peter Parker, a good friend from New York. We worked together a few times on some projects and the whole tech part is usually he who saves me.” she smiled, watching her friends get to know each other better.
“We'll let you talk a little bit before your parents and the medical team come in. Everything will be fine Mari, remember that luck is always on your side!” Luka commented as he hugged her.
“We'll be here when you get back.” Kagami completed, hugging her next.
"I know." She responded, reassuring the two that she was aware of everything they both felt and wanted to go through. She waited for the two to leave and turned her attention to Peter.
“I need you to have my cell phone. He texted me at dawn saying he would try to be in Paris tomorrow…” she spoke nervously “what if he doesn't like me or thinks I want something from him? Did I do the right thing?”
“Mars, relax and take it slow… what are you talking about?” Peter smiled looking at her curiously.
“Timothy Drake. He's one of my clients” she ran a hand through her hair nervously “I told him about our mothers and he said he'd look into it. He believed in me Peter” she sighed and paused." We talked via email and I gave him my number.” She said handing over the cell phone with the exchange of messages between the two "he wants to do a DNA test and I don't know what to do with all this right now"
“Calm down, everything will be fine. I'll keep it and if by chance he decides to show up, I'll take care of everything. Did you tell Aunt Sabine?” He spoke as he read through the emails.
“No…I also told him that my parents don't know yet. What if this all goes wrong Peter?”
"It won’t. Let's solve one thing at a time. You can't be nervous now, let me take care of it and you calm down, ok? I'm here with you until the end” he smiled lightly hugging her.
“Thank you, you don't know how much this already helps me…”
“I see that you are very well accompanied, miss” the two walked away looking at the doctor who was entering the room with her parents “however, I think we should start the preoperative procedures, so as not to delay.”
Marinette took a deep breath going to her parents and hugging them tightly, then returning her attention to the doctor in a determined way "Let's get this over with!"
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It didn't take long for all the preoperative procedures to be completed, including the shaving of part of her hair, in the region where the procedure would be performed. She took a deep breath, trying to put her anxiety and nervousness aside, saying goodbye to her parents before heading to the operating room. Her last thought before the anesthesia took effect was that this would not be the first and not the last time that her life would be in the hands of fate.
#damian x marinette#dc x mlb#maribat#maridami#damianette#damienette#damimari#mlb x dc#marinette x damian#daminette
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Home is Loving You
Part 3 of the “Home is…” series.
Part 1 | Part 2
Warnings: Nothing just fluff
a/n: Alright, i loved writing this so much, literally was smiling like an idiot while writing it. Hope you enjoy, loves! (I’m so sorry, ik you’re sick of me but there is one more part)
Three days into living with Charles, you found yourself wondering, how?
How does such a big change feel so natural? How did an unfamiliar city magically start feeling like the place you've always belonged in? How did you adjust so quickly?
It was pure bliss, knowing that Charles was almost always an arm length away from you, if even that. Your screen time had went down drastically, making you realize that most times when you used your phone was when you were trying to reach the monégasque who was currently wrapped around you in your shared bed, his breathing heavy as he slept with his head on your chest.
However, today, reality came back knocking on the door, reminding the both of you that after the time off you took to manage the move, you had to get back to your jobs.
Charles had gotten up at an ungodly time in the morning and tiptoed around the room as he got ready to head out, cautious not to disturb your sleep since he knew your tasks for the day didn't require you to be awake so early. You weren't exactly on that same page with him.
When you felt him slip out of the room, you got out of bed, eyes half closed, hair messy as you yawned and followed him out into the hallway, quietly calling his name, trying to get his attention.
"Charles..."
His head snapped towards you, confusion clear on his face.
"Oh, shit. Did i wake you up, angel?"
His arms were around you before you even realized it so you let your head rest on his chest, feeling his lips on your forehead briefly.
You shook your head no, "Wanted to say bye."
"You didn't have to wake up, baby."
You shrugged your shoulders and hugged him tighter while he was smiling at how adorable the gesture was. Meanwhile, you were wishing you could just drag him back to bed and forget that either of you had such demanding jobs, but you were well aware that the wish wasn't rational so you just settled for hugging him for a few more seconds before you convinced yourself to pull away from the warmth of his arms.
"I love you." You kissed his lips lazily, "Have a good day, angel." You gave him a shorter hug with your arms around his neck this time, his face snuggled into your neck.
"I love you too, baby." He pecked the skin of your neck softly, his arms tight around your waist.
When you let go, he watched you with an enamored smile as you patted back into the bedroom, rubbing your eyes as you walked until you disappeared behind the door. Only then, he allowed himself to move to the kitchen and ate his breakfast as he thought about how much he'd miss you throughout the day now that he knew what it was like to have you by his side for such long hours.
The first part of his day was spent at the gym, first with his brothers then training with his trainer. Following that, he came home for a change of clothes since he had a meeting requiring a completely different attire.
"Baby, i'm home!" The butterflies danced in his stomach as he said the words, the utter joy that came from living with you never withering.
He found you curled up on the living room couch, still only dressed in one of his shirts, your laptop opened on a table in front of you in the middle of a mass of paper, some of them crumbled up. You had a notebook on your lap, a pencil in your hand and an extremely focused look on your face as you seemed lost in a trance.
Charles, figuring you hadn't heard him, leaned against the door frame, smiling softly as he watched you write and scratch out words on the paper, mumbling to yourself as you did so. He could stand there and happily watch you for hours but he knew he didn't have time to do that.
"Angel, what is happening here?" He chuckled, walking up to you to kiss you only to be met with you gesturing for him to wait as you repeated sequences of words, scribbling them down into the notebook, not sparing him a look while he raised his hands in innocence and admired you with a smile ghosting over his lips.
"Fuck, finally!" You tossed the notebook and pencil onto the table and shot off the couch, your arms immediately wrapping around your boyfriend.
"Sorry, baby. I was writing a verse and sometimes the words disappear as soon as i allow myself to think of anything else." You apologized and kissed him, his lips immediately moving against yours with no resolve.
"Songwriter mode is on, i see." He chuckled once the kiss ended.
"Yeah, i guess." You sat back down and pulled him with you, "I kinda agreed to record this song this Saturday, which turned out to be a stupid promise to make since i'm not even halfway through with writing it." You complained and Charles was quick to assure you that you've got it.
"Why are you home now, though? I thought you wouldn't be back until early afternoon."
"Do you want me gone, baby?" He chuckled, his thumb pointed to the door.
"Charles! Obviously not. Just wondering."
Laughing, he informed you that he was going to take a quick shower then get back going for a few more hours.
"But, after that, i'm here to stay. I'll have to train a bit on the sim but at least i'll be here with you." The information was delivered with a kiss onto your temples as he got up and headed for the bedroom, leaving you to your mess of papers.
Huffing as you scanned the table in front of you, you got back to work.
As promised, Charles came back home a few hours later. The two of you cooked a quick meal and sat down together to eat it, telling each other about your day.
He told you about his morning session with his brothers and you discussed with him a phone call from your management and asked him about his opinion about a few things related to the theme you were going for in the album you were writing.
After lunch, he disappeared into his sim room as you went through some emails in your inbox and handled a few calls you had to make, rushing through those so you could sit with Charles as he practiced the track of the upcoming race. Following that, you moved the songwriting shenanigans onto the couch in the room where Charles was training, just wanting to be in close proximity to him, what made him smile when he glanced to his side and found you sat there with an extremely concentrated face. Having you by his side was something he will never be thankful enough for but he really was utterly grateful.
You were entirely focused on a part of the song that just refused to sound coherent when Charles decided that he has worked enough for the day.
He got out of the chair, stretching his muscles after being sat for multiple hours, his eyes immediately drifting off to where you were sat, cross legged, hair messily pulled back and brows furrowed.
"Angel..." He cautiously called for you, testing if now was a good time to interrupt, now wanting to disrupt any much-needed ideas you had.
You glanced up at him, the pencil in your hand still moving against the paper as you scribbled down lyrics. Instead of a reply, you patted the seat next to you on the small couch, your attention going back to the paper instantly.
Charles smiled and sat by your side, his arm hooking around your waist, his head nuzzled into your neck as he waited for you to finish writing.
He had never witnessed you writing songs before. Sure, there had been times when he called you while you were writing so you would often answer the video call and make him wait a few minutes before giving him your attention, but seeing you in your element up close was turning out to be something he was thoroughly enjoying. In a way, it made him understand better the reason why you loved watching him race so much.
A few minutes passed like that, his gaze constantly shifting between your hand as you wrote and your face and the completely engrossed look on it while you tried managing your ideas. Watching you like this fascinated him. For some reason, just admiring you as he was currently doing gave him such a strong sense of peace and serenity. He was resisting the urge to just kiss you passionately when you subconsciously bit your lip, a small smile showing up on your face as you seemed satisfied with the words you wrote down. He never thought he'd ever be so head over heals for someone that simply watching that person would make him feel so much and would make him smile like he a lovesick man. But as he found himself unable to look away from you, he came to the conclusion that maybe he was indeed a lovesick man after all.
When the words finally came together, you let out a sigh of relief, your head dropping back in exhaustion as you felt mentally drained. You looked down at you shoulder where Charles was laying his head, only to find his gaze already locked on you as his eyes glistened and he smiled peacefully. The way he was looking at you sent shivers down your body and called your shy side back into the room almost instantly.
"What?" You asked him why he was staring at you.
"Nothing, really. I just love you so fucking much and it just catches me off guard sometimes."
You blushed and looked away like you always did when he said things like that. It drove him absolutely crazy that even after months of dating, a few words was all he needed to get this reaction out of you. He adored it so much that he was still able to make you blush with a simple compliment or an enamored smile.
"I think that's enough work for today, for both of us." He turned your face back towards him as he sat up a bit straighter.
"Fuck, i think so too." You replied as he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, his hands delicately caressing your face for a while before he moved them down your neck then back until his arms were wrapped securely around you, bringing you down to lay on his chest while his eyes were locked with yours, the look in them setting your body on fire.
"Let's just sit a bit like this." He untied your hair to prevent a headache and started brushing his fingers through the tousled locks once he felt you relax against his body, your eyes closing at the comfort of being in his arms.
Charles rested his head on top of yours as the two of you sat in silence, listening to the soft sounds of each other's breathing, allowing the stillness to calm the both of you down after a busy day.
It wasn't your intention to do so but you fell asleep there, greatly relying on each other for comfort as you slept for some time.
An hour later, you woke up strangely staring at your surroundings and questioning the position you were in until you remembered how you ended up falling asleep there.
Smiling, you attempted to pull yourself out of Charles' hold but felt his arms tightening around you.
"Reste un peu plus." He groaned in his sleep.
You didn't need to understand french to comprehend that he wanted you to stay a bit longer so you complied, relaxing back into his lap and simply enjoying being in his arms for now, admiring as he slept with his head tilted back to lay against the back of the couch. A few minutes in, you were starting to get impatient but, in opposition, Charles has fallen back into his deep slumber, his hold on you now loose.
Somehow, you managed to get off his lap without him noticing and left the room silently as you took notice of your dry throat. You headed for the kitchen to drink some water but as you filled up a cup, you felt Charles' arms around you.
"Why'd you leave?" He groaned, his voice low.
"I wanted some water." You clasped your hand over his on your stomach.
He waited for you to drink before he dragged you to the bedroom while you giggled.
It took seconds before you were laying down with his head on your chest while you played with his hair and watched him with dazed eyes.
"Angel..." you called for him.
"Shh..." He replied, making you laugh.
"Charles, please. I'm bored."
"Same. That's why we should go back to sleep."
You felt him put additional weight on you to hold you down since he knew it'd be seconds before you try to push him off.
"It's almost 7, and we've done nothing but work today. I feel like we're wasting time, baby."
Groaning one final time, he pulled himself up and you gave him a big smile. He still looked half asleep, the look on his face extremely cute as he rubbed his eyes with his fists.
"Give me 5 minutes." He groggily said and headed for the bathroom only to reappear a few moments later looking much more refreshed.
"What do you want to do?" He asked you while he attempted fixing his hair in the mirror.
"Anything." You shrugged.
Somehow, the two of you ended up agreeing that it had been forever since you went on a date so, even though you both agreed on a casual dinner date, Charles was still cheesy about it.
"So, would you go on a date with me, demoiselle?" He asked and you had to admit, it made you chuckle and blush, a common pattern around Charles apparently.
Soon enough, you were in his car, driving around Monaco with the windows down, the ocean air softly blowing your hair as songs softly played on the radio, Charles' hand firm on your thigh as he drove to what he told you was his favorite diner.
"You still have to show me around." You pointed out as you admired the streets and buildings, some of them looking like they were pulled straight out of a novel.
You were slowly falling in love with the city, something you knew Charles would find interesting considering you always teased him about his huge love for the place.
Once you got to the restaurant and settled in, Charles ordered for the both of you, insisting that he should choose your food since he knew the best platters the place served and with the way he was looking, you could've never said no. Thankfully, Charles knew all your food preferences so you actually enjoyed the meal he ordered but admittedly, you enjoyed the quality time packed with chatters and stories with him more.
The conversation went on for way longer than the dinner. The two of you talked for hours but decided to leave once you noticed that it was already a few minutes past 10.
The initial plan was to go back home and just relax but as Charles shuffled your shared playlist on the way back, "Keep Driving" by Harry Styles came on and Charles turned to look at you in a way that made it obvious a silly joke was on its way.
"We should obey Harry, don’t you think?"
"What?"
"Just keep driving." He stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world as he let down the roof of his Spyder, letting the cool night breeze into the car as he hummed along with the song and stirred away from the road leading home.
"I like this song but the lyrics are so random. I can never get them right." He shook his head, the simple issue really bothering him.
"Really? I thought you would relate to the whole ‘a small concern with how the engine sounds’ thing but you're right i guess, it hasn't exactly been a small concern." You joked but kept your face completely neutral like you were as serious as it can get.
Charles, utterly amused by your words, turned to glance at you, giving you an 'are you serious' expression as the both of you resisted a laugh.
"Oh, come on, angel..." he complained in a way that made it seem like he was annoyed, "The engine doesn't even get to make sounds, it just blows up. I thought you watched the races!" He corrected you with a smile that showed he was really proud of the joke, making you chuckle while deep down, you were thankful that he was able to joke about it.
For a while, Charles aimlessly drove around, one of his hands clutched tightly in yours as the both of you sang along to practically all the songs on the playlist. He occasionally stopped singing to point out spots that had some sentimental value or places he's had memories in, even showing you where his parents' place was.
Never in your life did you ever think you'd be so happy about a car ride but as you sat, curled up in your seat, the soft wind playing with your hair and gently caressing your skin while you let Charles' quiet singing carry you away, you felt like you've reached a new peak.
Maybe it was the complexity and chaotic nature of your life that had taught both you and Charles how valuable these simple moments when time seemed to slow down to allow you to catch up to it were, but for now, it wasn't really important how you learned to appreciate them. What mattered were the feelings that you got while intently watching your boyfriend. What mattered was the way you knew it for a fact that nothing has ever compared to your downtime that you got to spend with him and that nothing ever will.
Finding words to describe how you felt as you created these memories with the man you could swear was the love of your life, your endgame, was practically impossible but to put it in simpler words, you'd have to say that no luxury in this world has ever felt as valuable as his hand in yours, his fingers fitting perfectly in the creases between yours, no crowd in the world made you feel the same as watching him sing along to his favorite songs did, no breathtaking view would ever manage to make your breath catch as fast as a small smile or glance from him would.
It was overwhelming to feel like that. Not the type of overwhelming that would leave you feeling like you were suffocating; the kind that made you feel like your chest was mere seconds away from bursting with happiness.
Your eyes were glossy when you called his name, interrupting his singing.
"Charles..."
"Hm?" He hummed, still focused on the road ahead, his face illuminated by the soft glow of street lights in a way that made you think about how unfair it was that he looked so perfect under such cheap lighting.
For a second, you lost all words, the sight of him so relaxed and happy capturing you fully and making you feel so warm and content.
"What is it, angel?" He squeezed your hand a bit, pulling you back out of your mind quickly.
"I think this is the happiest i've ever been." The words were more of a breathless whisper, delicately delivered like Charles was the only person meant to hear them. They made him turn towards you, slowing down the car as his eyes locked with yours, their shine resembling the one of the stars as he looked at you with enough love to make you shiver, especially when he pulled your hand up to his lips and gave it a small peck.
"This is the happiest I've ever been too." He said with a smile that almost made you tear up, your heart feeling so full of joy.
That experience was unmatched.
When he reached a red light, he immediately faced you, both of hands holding your face as he planted a big, passionate kiss on you lips, the pace slow and mellow, the soft, delicate and genuine feel of the kiss perfectly mirroring the way your relationship with Charles felt.
"I love you so much, beyond words. 'I love you' doesn't feel enough anymore, it doesn't do my feelings for you any justice. I just love you a lot more than i know how to manage." You interrupted the kiss to say the words that you couldn't seem to hold in. Charles smiled in a way you've never seen him smile before, a way that wasn't helping how your heart was currently reacting to him.
"I am so lucky to have you in my life, so lucky that i get the privilege of loving you, angel." He said, his lips lazily capturing yours again in an effortless short kiss, "I love and adore you, so much. I don't can't even figure out how to correctly say it. T'es mon âme, mon cœur et ma vie entière, mon amour. Pour toi, pour t'avoir dans ma vie pour toujours, je ferrais n'importe quoi." His words were soft and sometimes spoken against your lips.
You felt it in his touch, how much he loved you but the switch to french was just another indication at how strong his feelings were since he always found himself more comfortable with expressing intense emotions in his mother tongue.
"What does that mean?"
"You are my soul, my heart and my whole life, and for you, to have you in my life forever, I would do anything, no matter what."
Before he could even finish translating, your arms were around his neck and your lips were back on his. This kiss held so much more emotions than any other that preceded it. It felt like coming home to a warm bed at the end of a cold day, like a fresh batch of your favorite cookies, like watching the sunset on a beach with all the people that matter, like finally finding the place where you belong after years of feeling lost.
That's what you felt as his mouth moved against yours. For your whole life, you've been searching for the place that would feel like home. Now, you felt home. Now, you realized that home has never been walls and rooms, home was loving him.
"I need to get you home quickly, baby." He breathlessly said, his loving eyes shining as he looked at you.
"Home..." you gushed and Charles grinned at you.
"Home." He nodded and refocused on driving, his hand still tightly clutching yours, neither of you willing to break the contact.
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Crow plays Gubat Banwa Pt 2: The first Violence
I'll have to write this one in two parts because I briefly want to go over my setup, but I don't have time for the battle itself today, especially because I'm sure it'll take longer since I still don't know what I'm doing.
So here it is! The moon is bright tonight, watching over the Kadungganan trying to escape the forest's demon infestation. Unfortunately, they have been cornered by a riverbend - the bridge leading back to the coast has been destroyed, so now the only way out is for these three strangers to beat back the demon hoard advancing on them.
I don't normally like using Tabletop Simulator for roleplaying games - the physics can be a bit wonky and it's really bad for sheet management, but it was the easiest way I could think of to make 3D terrain. The rulebook suggests using colors for terrain height, which is very good (and actually how I do it normally for other games) but having a map in actual 3D, even if it's digital, does look pretty nice.
It helps that I'm playing alone, so sharing sheets isn't nearly as important, and that we're still at legend 0, so there isn't that much information I even need to have at hand. I also realized at this point that all the discipline information you need for a legend 0 character is contained on one page, which is very handy. So I just had to import that single page per character and their prowesses.
I probably should have at least given the drawings a flat color tint so they're easier to tell apart but I didn't think of that until later. The balancing advice in the book suggests to use the number of Kadungganan + 2 as a base, which would be 5 in this case. I settled on six - I didn't know what enemies to use so I just picked the first one in each style and added the demon warrior from the demon's unique units. This also means they're pretty easy to color coordinate since the styles already have associated colors, except for the extra demon warrior
Behold, the meeple I stole from a different game gruesome visage of the terrifying demon warrior. Finally I looked through all of the status effects I was actually going to need and made little tokens for them, and added a bowl of go pieces to use for counting things. That's the setup done so far, I think. I probably missed something, but I'll see that when the time comes.
There was one other reason I decided to use tabletop simulator for this, and it's that the design feels (and I mean this as a compliment) boardgamey. The abilities generally have straightforward effects, and status effects are a binary affair - either you are poisoned, or you're not, so they're easy to track with tokens, and most of the abilities have straight forward effects like "push the enemy 1 tile" or "if the enemy is aflame, deal 1d4 extra damage". These secondary effects have no saving throw-like mechanic either, unless the enemy evades the attack outright or is immune to the effect, it's going to happen, which should make most of the effects here very easy to track visually.
Last last pregame observation - I notice while writing this that demons are immune to aflame and resistant to fire attacks and uuuhm
This makes the Baril Witch situation even worse then I was worried about initially because it makes half of their abilities and their thunderbolt gain condition either not work or very bad. It's not that big of a deal since I'm playing every character, but if this was a normal game with one character per person, I'd be a bit disappointed as Nasirakna's player. It happens, not everyone is good in every fight, but that does mean I'll have to vary up the enemy factions going forward.
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I'm back a day later, time to actually start now! Everything below this is a play by play of the first resound of combat - the next post after this one will be the after action report, if you want to skip to my general observations (this part is might be annoying to read and hard to understand, I honestly can't tell). I already rolled the divination dice when I did the setup earlier and got 1, 5, 8, 7 - the odds outnumber the evens, so the enemies go first. I'll keep the victory and defeat conditions simple for this one, the Kadungganan win if they defeat all enemies and loose if all three of them get defeated.
For some reason, the figures clip into the tiles, but only on some of the tiles. I don't know why this happens other then tabletop simulators janky physics but I also don't care. Everything is set up now, the enemy sentinel moves first.
The enemy types have these tables to determine what they do on their turn if you play without a GM/Umalagad, here's the one from the Demon Guard, the enemy sentinel (the blue enemy on the map here):
This is the first time I've seen pseudo-AI like this in a tactics ttrpg and I'm honestly a bit skeptical of how well it's going to work, but the idea is so good that I really hope I'm wrong here and it functions well. One of the benefits of this being a tabletop game is that, if you roll something silly here, you can always just ignore it and do something that makes more sense or is more fun, and the rulebook is open about this too.
I got a 6 so Rush + Shield Charge + Inflict Violence and it turns out I am proven wrong immediately because this is a solid turn (I'll put the exact riff breakdowns in the alt text)
Yes the wide open token is a door, this is because I couldn't think of something less stupid looking yesterday.
Nasirakna gets to deal 1d4 (4) Damage to the Guard from her Overwatch Aura ("While you have Thunderbolts, you have an
Overwatch Aura 3. Any enemy that moves into or leaves a tile in
this aura you may deal d4 DMG against, once per enemy per Riff.")
Dranreb goes next and moves around the enemy like this, allowing him to flank and ram into them from the side using his "Shield Charge" Inflict Violence, pushing the enemy one tile away and moving after them.
I get to roll 2 violence dice and pick the highest one because of the flanking here, and I got a 1 and 2, which is a dogshit result, but very useful here for demonstration purposes. The damage of my attack here is 2 (from the die) + 3 (Dranreb's Ferocity) and this gets reduced by 5 (the Demon Guard's Parry). 2+3-5 is normally 0, but damage can't fall below 1, this means the secondary effect (pushing the enemy) still happens anyway. The secondary effects are only avoided if the enemy dodges the attack completely, which usually only happens if you roll a 1. For reasons that you can probably figure out by looking at the map here, the push is more important to me in this situation then the actual damage. I really appreciate the lack of a saving throw-like mechanic here, non-damaging effects like applying poison or moving the enemies around is what you need for combos or to set up cool plays by your friends, so just letting them happen avoids a lot of frustration. You also gain a thunderbolt if your attack gets evaded or deals minimum damage, so being one point off from snakeeyes was maybe ... good? actually?? in this specific situation.
Dranreb has 1 more Beat left, and originally I was going to use his Shield Bash Inflict Violence, which also pushes the target 1 tile (and would push the enemy into the river here) and would give Dranreb d6 Block. Unfortunately, its violence die is a d6 and because this would be my second attack in this riff, I'd have to make it at 2 demerit - roll 3d6 keep the lowest one. If I land a 1 on ANY of the 3d6 here, it means the attack fails, and that's a bigger risk then I'm willing to take. Thankfully, Shove (push an adjacent fighter 1 tile) is also a basic technique that everyone has access to and doesn't require to roll anything, so I can just push the enemy into the river anyway.
Goodbye. The Guard has jump 1, so he can only move one terrain height up at a time, which means they can't get back up here and has to walk all the way around. They also take 2d6 (4+4) damage from the fall. Really fun and cool move! In retrospect, it would have been smarter to move the enemy to the tile below Haraw to make pushing them off like this slightly harder, but I genuinely didn't think about that until I started planning Dranreb's turn.
The decision to combine to hit and damage rolls into one removes a lot of the more annoying randomness in tabletop games (well, in D&D and its children specifically), but I don't know how I feel about attacks with lower damage potential also having a higher chance to miss completely, especially when the attack is already at demerit. It's only a difference of about 12% at 2 demerit between d6s and d8s, which isn't that much, but worth keeping in mind if you're attacking more then once.
The demon Raider (a Lancer) is going to go next and I got Rush + Inflict Violence + Rush on the Gambit table. This is pretty straight forward so I'm not going to break it down in detail, they're just going to move in and attack Haraw, who is the closest to them, and then retreat back up the hill. Nothing too complicated except
Rolling the maximum value on a melee attack means it combos and gets rolled again and added together. They also gain an extra 1d6 bonus damage to their next attack after rushing their full speed, which puts us at a whopping 8+4+1+FER(7) = 20(!) damage. Haraw's PAR is 3 so that's 17. This early and she's already at 9/30 POS.
Haraw is also going to go next and she's still taunted by the Guard that fell into the river, which means all her attacks against enemies other then the Guard suffer demerit. Thankfully, she has other options!
Not an attack, so it doesn't count towards the number of attacks per Riff, and nothing to roll here. Dropping the raider enemy into the river is going to be less effective - their jump is 2, so they could get back up easily and wouldn't take fall damage. But the map does have a dangerous terrain spike growth, so I'm going to knock him in there instead. The description for dangerous terrain says that it deals 2 damage every time you enter it. I'm not sure if multiple connected tiles of the same type of dangerous terrain count as entering it once, or if it means every tile you enter, but I'm interpreting it as the latter because it works in my favor here it makes more sense to me that continuing to move through a spiky undergrowth would keep dealing damage repeatedly.
The Corpseflower Curse is the most interesting part - its violence die is a d4, which means the chance to miss is pretty high, especially since Haraw is still taunted by the Guard and has demerit from it. But sliding the enemy down into the bramble first means Haraw is at a higher elevation now, her ranged attacks gain merit against this demon. So at least I'm rolling the d4 normally, get a 3, and put down the field. Flower Balyans gain a thunderbolt from putting down one of the flower fields, which I immediately spend on
...and end her riff. Ending a riff cleanses Wide Open too, and I'm just noticing now that I didn't remove it from Dranreb after his riff. The annoying thing about writing this down as it's happening is that I'm immortalising all the small mistakes I normally wouldn't catch or quietly fix later.
The enemy Witch goes next, rushes (through the dangerous terrain) and dazes Dranreb and Nasirakna. Daze gives all of your attacks demerit and all attacks against you merit, but this could have been worse.
Nasirakna is up next and uhm. She doesn't have a lot of options here due to the enemies all being resistant to Fire and immune to the Aflame status effect
They're weak to Soul at least but that still means the ideal strategy is to get into a high position and snipe repeatedly. He's going to spend 1 beat to climb up into the tree next to him, and then use Bala Osuwang on the Raider - the height advantage nullifies the demerit from dazed. Aaand I rolled a 1. The next attack would be at 2 demerit, but at least I can spend 1 thunderbolt on Joss Reloads (see above) so my chance to hit looks slightly less bad....aaaaand I got another 1. This does at least mean I get the thunderbolt back and can use Joss Reloads again to gain 1 Merit for their next riff. I was really hoping I might be able to finish the Raider off but it wasn't meant to be.
The enemy archer gets into a tree of their own and shoots at Dranreb twice (and unlike some fighters here, hits both times). The Warrior Demon rushes twice, taking 8 damage from the dangerous terrain, and attacks Haraw, which is enough to defeat her, and also inflicts bleeding. This doesn't mean she's out of the battle, she's just debuffed until she recovered, Kadungganan don't risk death until they get 5 wounds, and you get one every time you take damage while at 0 POS. Getting knocked out and having to sit on the sidelines for half the fight sucks ass, so I appreciate not making characters drop unconscious. They only get 2 beats so their action economy is still being taxed, but they still get to do stuff, which is the important part.
I might have bitten more off more then I can chew with the enemies here, but what I've played so far already looks really promising. The random enemy behavior works surprisingly well, and the player abilities are very fun, but if I want to finish this battle in a reasonable amount of time, I'll have to stop writing down every move. The next post is going to be a highlight reel and my overall thoughts on how this battle went. It's not looking good!
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Always on Target
Pairing: Sova x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, facial cum shot, swallowing, soft dom!Sova
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: I love that his nickname is Owl. Honestly I kinda started laughing when I read his name because I was thinking about it in english first and then I started thinking about it in my native language and I realized that it translated to Owl. And between him and Yelena Belova, I think I have a thing for these hard accents.
It was always a little bit colder in Sova's room. He grew up in colder climates so it made sense really. You didn't mind it much once you got used to the lower temperature. Sova always made sure to have some extra covers for you, he doesn't want you getting sick after all.
He's come up with a few other ways to warm you up too. Ones that involve less clothes and much more physical contact that just cuddles, although you're both fans of those too.
"Put your legs around my shoulders, I want to see you." His words tickled your inner thigh, sending more shivers up your spine. You gulped as he moved his mouth a little bit closer to your center, but not quite there yet.
"Quit teasing me already. I've been wet for-" You trail off into a moan as you feel a thick finger part your folds, slowly down then back up, stopping just under your clit.
"I know baby girl. You can't help yourself. I understand." Sova's kisses are soft, yet passionate, his tongue occasionally coming out to dip across your skin before he moves on further, "Do not worry." He gives you a firmer kiss, "I promise to satisfy your every need."
You let out an almost desperate whimper as Sova's tongue finally makes contact with your pussy, "Hurry up then. We don't have a lot of time."
That was a lie. The first team meeting wasn't until this afternoon.
"Now, now. There's no need to lie to get what you want." You can feel him smirk against you, his eyes traveling up your body, pausing briefly on your erect nipples before continuing further up to see your beautiful face, your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip, your eyes dark and hazy with lust and need, one hand firmly clutching the sheets next to the pillow and the other traveling down your body.
He knows where it's going and he stops you just before you get to your clit. "That's for me." God. He doesn't use that hard, commanding tone often but when he does you can't help but obey.
"Where should I-" You don't even finish the question when he guides your hand into his slightly disheveled blonde hair. You don't tug, not yet, only run your hand over and through, but that's enough to make Sova hum and groan.
The sensations travel across your already sensitive pussy. You need to stop the moan from leaving your mouth. You sigh breathlessly instead, closing your eyes briefly before opening them, only to find Sova looking at you intently.
Without saying another word he dives in with his tongue. He's slow as he pushes it past your opening, licking tentatively, humming and savoring the taste and feeling of your wet walls around his tongue.
"You're... not making things any better. Do it faster!" Your plea has the opposite effect. He slows down, but keeps his tongue where it was while his finger found and circled your clit. Your hips twitched every time you felt his finger press harder, his lips move or his tongue push in and out.
His other had rests on your hip, rough fingers smoothing over your skin, careful not to let you move too much against him.
"You should really learn how to be patient." You can see his chin slick between your legs as he leans his cheek against your thigh. Suddenly you find yourself missing the feeling of his tongue licking and prodding.
"You're one to talk. You can't keep your hands off me and you know it."
"Yes. And I'm not ashamed of it in the slightest." Sova replaces his finger with his lips, clamping down and sucking on your clit a few times before he pulls away again, "How can I contain myself when you're giving me reactions like these?" His question is followed up by two long fingers pushing their way inside you so you don't even have time to respond properly before you're moaning for him again.
You clench your legs around him, not wanting to let him go. You know how he likes to tease you but this time you're not gonna have him pull away before you get what you want from him.
Sova doesn't seem to have a problem with this. In fact he likes this more assertive side of you. As much as he likes it though he needs to let you know who's really in charge here.
A few more quick kisses are pressed against your clit before he pulls away. You can still feel his breath as he says, "This isn't really fair to you is it moya lyubov'? Here I am, enjoying such a lovely sight before me and you haven't seen me yet."
For a moment you think he's gonna pull out. But no, he keeps his fingers in your cunt, fucking you with a controlled rhythm. He leans back on his knees, his cock standing hard and proud against his stomach, little drops of pre-cum dripping onto him as he squeezes near the base.
He switches his hands quickly, the one that was previously deep inside you now rubbing up and down his dick, mixing your juices with his cum while two fingers penetrate you again.
"Touch yourself for me. Both hands." You threw your head back and opened your mouth as your hands made their way between your legs, not just over your clit but all the way down to Sova's fingers, gathering and spreading the wetness all over yourself. "You look so good when you're horny like that. I really can't help myself anymore baby."
He starts jerking himself off fast, the slick sounds of his hand on his cock followed by low, deep grunts from the archer. You want to look at him but your own pleasure is too much as your hands work between your legs, pressing, circling, sliding, altering pressure and speed.
Soon enough your hands were joined by his cock, parting and rubbing between your folds, letting you feel every inch, every throbbing vain, to feel the tip of his cock bumping and sliding over your clit. His hands were on your knees, keeping your legs apart.
The added stimulation of his cock was just what you needed to send your over the edge, and Sova was not far behind. He kept thrusting his hips as your body shook with pleasure. He let out a moan of his own as he came, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes, across your belly, your breasts and even your face. He got a big, dopey grin on his face as you licked the cum with your tongue.
"Right on target." He whispered as he let himself collapse against you. You sighed and rolled your eyes at his sense of humor, but still couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, to caress the taunt muscles across his back. "You're shaking. Are you still cold or am I just that good?"
"I'd say a bit of both." You push the damp hair off his forehead and give him a chaste kiss. First on his forehead, then on the mark on his eye. "Just don't let that go to your head."
"To late!" Sova's lips press affectionately against your jaw, nuzzling into you.
You chuckle, he's such a sweetheart after sex. "You know we need to get up and wash all of this off right?"
"Yeah but we can stay like this for a bit. Besides, what's really the point of taking a shower if we're just gonna get dirty while doing it?" He rolls his hips against you which makes his cock slide easily between the two of you thanks to the cum.
"You sound very confidant in that." Not that you could blame him. If sex with Sova was something you could do all day every day you're pretty sure you would never tire of it. Not when he's looking at you like that, like you're his most precious thing in the world, not just this one but every other. "Fine."
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Once in a lifetime
Pairing: Joakim x Mina
This is my first story to be published, so I'm very nervous.
i hope i've put all the content warnings, if i've forgotten anything, please let me know.
I would like to mention that English is not my mother tongue.
CN fluff, smut, anxiety, trauma, relationship anxiety, difficult situations, mention of betrayal of trust, cheating, mention of accident and scars,unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS!) p in v, oral sex f receiving, f dom, 18+
@valiantroeagleangel
FIVE
Mina
The mood couldn't be better, you notice Ella's look and the silent communication between her and Joakim, relief spreads through you. Ella seems to have accepted the situation and given him a chance.
That's all you wanted, you're happy.
Here under the starry sky, in his strong arms, you feel safer and more secure than you have for a long time. The last time you had this feeling was as a child.
You loll over comfortably, Joakim turns you towards him so that you can look him in the eye.
He exhales harshly and you stroke a small strand of hair behind his ear. He shivers under your touch.
"Mina, what do you say, all or nothing?"
"Wh-what?" you stutter, taken by surprise.
He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.
"The way I feel about you, Mina... I didn't think I could ever feel this way about a woman again. You took me completely by surprise. It's only since I met you that I've realized what I've been missing all this time. I don't want to push you, but I'm asking you if you're ready to take me as I am. Are you ready to want Joakim and Jolly? Do you need more time... if so, I'll wait until you know if you feel the same way. Tell Mina, do you need time?"
The words just bubble out of him.
"Do you want me?"
You break away a little, look at his face, a pained expression around his eyes.
You stroke his face and feel tears rolling down your cheeks.
And yes, you know it, you know that you want him. How this is supposed to work is irrelevant to you at the moment.
"Yes," you breathe.
He closes his eyes, you see that tears are rolling down his cheeks too, then he kisses you, gently at first, then more and more hungrily, you both forget your surroundings, the only thing that matters is the two of you.
As you separate again, you realize the looks on the others' faces - enthusiastic, friendly and affectionate looks.
You laugh with relief.
Joakim is probably feeling the same way, he smiles too and pulls you close again, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"All the way or not at all?" he asks you again.
"All the way!" you answer emphatically.
Joakim fishes for his cell phone, unlocks it and hands it to Ethan across from you.
"Ethan, would you please take photos of us?"
You look at him questioningly.
"All or nothing!" he grins.
Ethan clears his throat and both of you look at Ethan with a smile.
Then Joakim loosens his hair, which flows in dark cascades over his shoulder, he does the same with your clip so that your curls fall down unruly to pull you close to him and kiss you.
Your hair covers most of your faces.
"Did you get the shots?" asks Joakim?
"Yes, they turned out well!" grins Ethan, "Which isn't necessarily down to you, but to Mina!" he teases Joakim.
"That's perfectly clear to me!" he replies dryly.
He briefly scrolls through the photos and selects the last one, opens his Instagram account, types a short text, adds the photo and before you can protest, he presses post.
You look at him wide-eyed.
"It's all or nothing Mina, I really mean it!"
Under your photo, in which you are kissing intimately, but you are unrecognizable because of your flood of hair, is the following sentence:
Luckiest man in the world, I've got my girl!
By now it's late, Claire, Lucas and Haru want to go back to the dorm, Ethan offers to drive them. Ella looks at you questioningly.
"Come on then, Ella, Anshu, we'll drive you back!" you offer.
You want to go back to the hotel too. As much as you enjoyed the evening, you finally want to be alone with Joakim. Explore his body, feel him with all your senses.
As if he has guessed your thoughts, he looks at you with darkening eyes. You feel hot and cold.
When you finally arrive in your hotel room, he immediately pulls you back into his arms.
Hot kisses cover your face, neck and throat, his hands eagerly explore your body.
You moan ecstatically.
"If you don't want something, or if something makes you uncomfortable, tell me!" he presses out between kisses. "Tell me what you want, where you want me to touch you, kiss you!"
"I want to be touched and kissed, I want to be touched and kissed by YOU, min Svensk!"
Joakim caresses your earlobe with a smile "Min Svensk? Is that so?"
"Yes, it is!" you explain.
"Then that's the way it is!" he confirms simply.
He slowly unbuttons your cardigan, lets it slide to the floor and then touches your bare arms with his fingertips.
He traces your tattoo on the inside of your right forearm, three lilies tied together with a ribbon, then over the broken heart on your hand.
You stand still, eyes closed, then he takes your top to pull it over your head and you willingly let him do it.
You feel goose bumps forming all over your body and shiver, eyes still closed.
Joakim strokes along your collarbone with both hands, moving down your sides to your hips.
He gently caresses your scar, which makes you flinch a little. He immediately lets go of the spot.
You take his hand and guide it back, now looking into his eyes and nodding in agreement.
His hands continue to wander along your body, he circles you, now exploring your back, he gently pulls your hair forward, he traces your spine, where there is another tattoo of you, various mandala symbols and tendrils.
Then he stands close to you, his hands move forward to the buttons of your jeans, his breathing is heavy, you feel every breath in your exposed neck, his erect cock presses against your butt in his tight jeans.
You can't help but reach back and pull his head into the crook of your neck, at the same time pressing yourself even closer to his abdomen.
Joakim moans softly, his hands undo the first button, then the second, the third, the fourth...
When your jeans are completely open, he gently runs his thumb along the waistband of your panties and you bite your lower lip.
"Keep going!" you urge him!
Excruciatingly slowly, he pulls your jeans down, you can't wait any longer and impatiently kick them off, making him laugh harshly and darkly.
"Why so impatient, mitt Hjärta?" he teases you.
"You know that for a fact!"
He laughs again and covers your neck with kisses once more.
His hands wander back to your upper body, he gently runs his thumbs over your breasts, lingering on the stiff nipples that stand out sharply against the lace of your bra, playing with them, making you moan louder.
He reaches back to undo the clasp, pausing briefly, waiting for your consent, which you readily give, "Yes" coming from your lips.
As your bra falls to the floor, he caresses the bare skin of your breasts, takes your nipples between his fingers, squeezes lightly, which drives you completely insane, you start to move your hips rhythmically, rubbing against his erection, which makes him groan and gives you a delicious tug between your legs.
He slowly reaches down to your panties. With both hands, he slowly pulls it down, you inhale sharply and can hardly wait to be free of the piece of fabric.
At knee height, you push your panties to the floor and kick them out of the way with your foot.
You are now completely naked.
Joakim runs his hands over your thighs, he pauses again at the scar, you nod, he resumes the movement, kisses your neck again, your earlobe, you sink against him, your hands grab his hips, you pull him towards you, feel his trembling erection in your butt crack.
You let go of him and turn around, his eyes widen in desire, his gaze sweeps over you like a hungry predator eyeing its prey.
You confidently meet his gaze.
Watch him closely.
You reach out to him, "Take off your clothes! I want to see you!"
Without hesitation, Joakim pulls his hoodie and T-shirt over his head at the same time.
"Stop, let me touch you!"
You come closer, tracing the tattoo on his chest with your index finger, the diamond, the woman's head, the bird, the roses.
He gasps as he feels your fingers, then his arms, you circle him.
Surprised, you recognize another tattoo on his back, an eagle and swallows, you trace the fine lines, then his spine, vertebra by vertebra, Joakim trembles under your touch.
When you stand in front of him again, you reach for his waistband without breaking eye contact. You undo his button and pull the zipper down, feeling his hard cock tremble as he sucks in a sharp breath of air.
Then you pull his jeans down, following the movement, still looking at him.
You help him out of his tight pants and slowly come up, stroking his legs. Your hands rest on his hips, you reach into the waistband of his tight boxer shorts and carefully pull them down, Joakim moans with his mouth open, sweat beading on his forehead.
When he is free of his underpants, you move back a little to get a full view of him.
Roughly, he asks you, "Do you like what you see?"
Smiling, you nod, "Yes, I really like what I see!"
You walk towards him, your hands bury themselves in the hair at the back of his head, you kiss him hungrily and press yourself against him.
His arms wrap around you, lift you up, he takes you to the large king-size bed, bends over it with you in his arms, gently lays you down, you let go of him briefly to crawl upstairs, he immediately follows you.
He stops at your belly button and presses a hot kiss into your flesh.
Kissing and nibbling, he slowly moves downwards, first your hips, then your mound of Venus. You bend your legs and automatically spread them for him, your breathing is now intermittent, you can no longer think for lust and desire.
Joakim positions himself between your thighs, places his large hands under your buttocks and looks at you, asking for permission.
"Please!" you gasp "Please lick me!"
His tongue runs over your folds, skillfully parting them to explore your clit.
You reach into his hair, pull his head closer, he closes his lips around your clit, sucks gently, uses his teeth carefully.
You can't hold on any longer and moan out loud with pleasure.
"Go on!"
His tongue is now exploring the entrance to your cunt, he thrusts into it with a tapered tongue, almost driving you mad.
The change in his actions quickly brings you to your climax, as you realize that you are cumming, you pull a little harder on his hair, your thighs and stomach tremble in ecstasy as you give yourself over to your orgasm, moaning loudly. Your thighs close, you try not to pinch him between them, but you barely succeed, your feelings are so strong.
As your orgasm subsides, you pull him away from your abdomen, upwards.
You kiss him hungrily, tasting yourself, you lick his lips, taking in your taste, only to thrust your pointed tongue into his mouth a little later, which makes him flinch in surprise, but he willingly puts up with it.
As you let yourself fall backwards, catching your breath, he moves with you. He continues to hold you in his embrace, unable to let you go.
"Mina, I want to feel you around me!" he moans into your ear.
His cock is so hard, you can feel it against your thigh.
"Mina" he begs
"Come" is all you say.
"Do you have a condom?"
"No, but I can't get pregnant right now, plus I don't have any STDs. Do you?"
"No, I'm clean, I got tested after my last uhm... well short affair" he explains, shrugging his shoulders.
"May I? Mina? Please, let me feel you, I can't take it anymore, please!"
"Take me!"
Joakim releases his held breath, spreads your legs and supports his cock with one hand so that he can thrust into you.
You feel how he slowly thrusts into you, how your vagina adapts to his thickness and length, an incredible feeling.
When he is completely inside you, he pauses briefly, takes your left leg on his shoulder, pulls back, watches you closely, observes your facial expressions.
As he thrusts again, you cry out.
Joakim thrusts regularly, you match his movements, a harmonious dance, as if it had never been otherwise, as if you were made for each other.
You notice that his movements become unrhythmic, sweat drips from his forehead onto your chest, his eyes narrow, his breathing becomes more wheezing.
You grab his buttocks and pinch his flesh, making him groan.
You increase the tempo and feel another orgasm approaching.
"I can't take any more, are you ready to cum?"
"Yes!" you moan, as another orgasm rips through your body, you almost lose your senses, the feeling is so intense, you cry out ecstatically, clutch at his shoulders, pull him against you.
"Mina, fuck, I can't take any more, can I cum inside you?"
You pull him even harder against you, clinging to him as if your life depended on it.
"Yes"
That's enough to get him over the threshold, moaning as he thrusts uncontrollably into you, you feel his semen shoot into your cunt. He throws his head back, his mouth open in a stifled scream.
Panting, he collapses on top of you, you wrap your legs and arms around him, unwilling to let him pull out of you.
You feel his member slowly slacken inside you, his breath still panting in the crook of your neck, his long hair covering your faces.
His body covers you completely and you enjoy the heaviness.
Then he stirs, pushes himself up.
"Stay!"
"I'm going to smother you!"
"No, stay, just one more moment!"
He carefully lies back down again, not without resting his forearms on the bed so that you don't take his full weight.
He looks you in the eye and kisses you tenderly.
"Min Mina, mitt Hjärta, min Käraste, mitt Liv!" he breathes happily.
His gentle words bring tears to your eyes.
You feel safe, protected, loved.
Endorphins rush through your veins, making you float.
"Min älskade Svensk!" you kiss him on the cheek.
"Yours, with every fiber of my body, if you want!" swallows Joakim, still trembling.
"Mine!"
Joakim shudders and buries his face in your hair.
You lie entwined in the darkness.
You must have fallen asleep for a moment because when you wake up, his head is lying on your upper body, his arms wrapped around you, one leg between yours,
You carefully release his embrace, place his head on the pillow next to you and pull one of your legs out from under him.
You roll out of bed to disappear into the bathroom to clean yourself up, his mess has run down your legs and has already partially dried.
So as not to disturb him, you silently close the door, pull your hair into a bun and quickly get into the shower.
Just as you're about to soap up, the door opens.
You smile at him, "I didn't want to wake you!"
"Hmm, a shower wouldn't do me any harm either!" and with these words, he joins you in the shower.
"Shall I help you mitt Hjärta?"
"You can soap my back!"
"Your wish is my command!"
He carefully begins to spread the shower gel over your back and you sigh with relief.
"I think there's not enough shower gel in the front either, I should change that!" he teases you.
"You should!" you grin.
As he cuddles up to you from behind to soap your chest and stomach, you feel his hard cock against your bottom.
You turn to him, kiss him and run your hands over his chest. You lean forward and take a nipple between your lips, sucking on it, making him groan.
You intensify the pressure and play with the other one with your hand.
Joakim closes his eyes and his arms embrace you.
Your other hand automatically moves to his hard cock, you grasp it carefully, moving your hand slowly up and down.
You take your other hand and run your thumb over his slit, from which the first drops of precum are already leaking,
You spread it over his glans.
Joakim trembles and has to support himself against the wall with one hand.
You pick up the pace and don't take your eyes off him, watching every movement on his face.
You notice how you're getting wet just from the sight of him.
His eyes darken. With just one movement, he grabs you by the hips and lifts you up.
You feel his cock against your cunt, then he slowly lets you slide down, you moan indignantly, clinging to him with your arms and legs.
His movements are slow at first, the hot water makes it difficult for you to breathe.
You are both panting. He thrusts into you faster and faster.
His fingers claw into your buttocks, then playfully run up and down your crack,
This feeling drives you crazy, your panting and moaning gets louder and louder, you realize that you are about to cum.
"Joakim, I, I...." you gasp
"Cum for me Mina" he moans, driving you over the threshold. Your orgasm makes you shiver and shake at the same time, you can hardly take it anymore.
A little later, he is panting harder, his eyes fixed on you, his face contorted in delicious agony. You lick his lips.
Then you feel his cock start to twitch inside you and with one last hard thrust he unloads inside you, moaning. To help him through the aftershock of his orgasm, you slowly circle your pelvis, sighing in comfort.
He then slowly lets you slide down, your lips united in a kiss.
He holds you tightly against him.
Joakim
He lolls comfortably next to you, you are still asleep, snuggled up next to him. He can't take his eyes off you. Watches your every breath, your mouth slightly open.
He can barely control himself to stroke your lips with his thumb, but he doesn't want to wake you.
He turns on his side so that he can look at you better, he smiles, feels the comforting warmth inside him, just from the sight of you.
He still can't believe that you've come into his life.
He thanks fate for it.
Suddenly there's a knock on the door, a muffled voice can be heard.
"Ms. Lamberts? Hello, are you awake?"
You are startled by the noise and Joakim looks at the door, frowning.
"Wha... what?" you ask, confused.
"I don't know what's going on!"
There's another knock, even louder this time, "Ms. Lamberts? Hello?"
Frowning, he watches as you hastily jump out of bed, quickly pull on your panties and a T-shirt and throw on your bathrobe before unlocking the door and peering through a gap at the troublemaker.
"Ms. Lamberts?" asks a man who probably works at the hotel, judging by his clothes and a name tag with the name Ben on it.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Lamberts, I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a gentleman on the phone who is looking for a guest in this hotel!" Ben explains, visibly embarrassed.
"Yes, and what does that have to do with me?"
"This guest was seen with you yesterday, Ms. Lamberts. A Mr. Karlsson. He's not answering my knock, so I wanted to ask if you might know where he is, the gentleman on the phone can't reach him and is visibly upset.....!"
That's all the hotel employee can explain, because suddenly Joakim jumps out of bed as if stung by a tarantula and appears next to you, his nakedness covered only by a towel, and angrily tears open the door.
"Who the hell is looking for me?"
Ben's eyes widen, he backs away and starts stuttering, "Um. Um, I.....!" handing the phone towards Joakim.
Joakim sees out of the corner of his eye how you bite your lip, barely able to suppress a laugh.
Growling, he takes the phone.
"A Mr. Sebastian," Ben presses out.
Joakim's eyes narrow.
"I'll kill you when I get back to LA!" he hisses into the phone and turns away into the room.
You and the unlucky one stare after him.
Quietly, so as not to attract Joakim's attention again, Ben whispers to you, "Um, the phone, I'd need it back."
"I'll give it to you in a minute, hold on!" you promise, walking after the angry Swede.
"You'd better explain to me why your cell phone is off, you're unreachable for hours and then suddenly a picture of you pops up on social media, a private picture, a very private picture! It's not like you, absolutely not. You haven't posted anything private for years! The damn picture went viral, by the way! On all platforms, fans are beside themselves. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Noah yells into the phone.
Joakim is taken aback, then runs his other hand over his face, forgetting that he is completely naked.
"How viral?" he asks quietly.
"Viral like it couldn't get any better, what do you think happens when you post something like that? I can't understand you, why did you do that?" Noah is stunned, "Also, why did you turn off your cell phone?"
Joakim reaches for it and sees that he forgot to charge it.
"Battery flat, I didn't mean to!"
"Aha.... Since when do you forget to charge your cell phone?" Noah keeps pushing, you can clearly hear the anger in his voice.
Joakim notices that you are standing next to him with a questioning face. You whisper quietly, "The hotel employee needs his cell phone back!"
"Noah, the man you sicced on me needs his phone back," he says, "I'll call you right back!" And without waiting for an answer, he ends the call and hands you the phone.
You look into each other's eyes and he shakes his head regretfully, wanting to turn to face you completely.
"Joakim, you're not wearing anything!" you hiss at him quickly.
"Oh God, that too," he says annoyed, reaching for his boxer shorts and quickly slipping them on.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you dart to the door and hand the phone back to the man, then close the door.
"What now?" you ask him uncertainly.
"I'm going to call that fucking asshole back and explain to him that he's not my babysitter!" snorts Joakim.
"I mean, do you have to go back to LA?"
He can see how hard this question is for you.
He quickly goes to you, takes your head in his hands and kisses you.
"No mitt Hjärta, I'm staying here, I don't want to miss a second of you being here!"
Relieved, you hug him.
"What about the photo?" you want to know.
"Seems to have gone viral, fans are running amok according to Noah, whatever that means!" he growls.
He sees you turn white as a sheet and groan.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I wanted....." he starts, "I just wanted to make things clear. To show the world that you belong to me, I didn't think that...." he breaks off, runs his hands over his face, brushes his hair back and then looks at you.
The sight of you makes him nauseous, you're still pale, chewing nervously on your lower lip, fiddling with your hand on your bathrobe.
"Mina.... Please, I... should I delete the photo?" his voice breaks.
"No, it's probably too late for that now!" you reply.
"Do you regret it?" he asks quietly.
You slowly snap out of your state of shock, "No, I regret nothing, absolutely nothing! Not a single second, not a single decision!"
"I didn't ask you if it was okay.... To post the photo!"
"I know, but if you had asked me, I would have said yes!"
"Would you really have?"
You smile at him, "It's all or nothing!"
"Oh Mina" Joakim pulls you into his arms.
"Älskling, you have to call Noah back, don't let him call the police on us!" you joke.
"I'm going to kill him!" he growls again!
With his cell phone on the charging cable, he calls Noah back, still angry, who picks up immediately.
"Finally," he hisses, "I thought you'd get back to me in a minute!"
"Battery flat, did you forget? I needed my charging cable first!"
"So you spent the night with her?"
"Yeah man, I did, but I don't know that I'm accountable to you!"
Both's tone is still aggressive.
"I was worried, it's not like you at all!" growls Noah.
"Then you don't know me as well as you think you do!" Joakim counters.
Both remain silent.
"Jolly, man, honestly, I really thought something was wrong. You didn't respond to my messages or Jesse's, you didn't answer my calls! Then Michael comes along with your post on Instagram.... What was I supposed to think? Account hacked? The picture was shared umpteen times, on X, Reddit, TikTok,... are you even aware of that? I thought your privacy was important to you? Some fans are trying to find out who the girl is, where it was taken. Jolly, you really started something!"
"FUCK!" groans Joakim, "I didn't realize that..."
"Jolly, one more thing, I've received both an interview request and a booking request for Portland. We are supposed to perform together with Asking Alexandria and The Word Alive. Sleeping With Sirens canceled at short notice, Kellin has caught Covid and is currently without a voice. The gig would be on the 10th, so in three days! I'm counting on the guys, Nicholas and Nick are already on their way!"
"Uhm..." Joakim is taken by surprise, he wasn't expecting this.
"Jolly, do you understand? Please be in Portland, McMenamins Crystal Ballroom at 3 pm on the dot. First the interview, then soundcheck, then the gig!" Noah explains again seriously.
"Yeah, I....."
"JOLLY" Noah gets annoyed "Damn now tell me you got that and your ass is at the venue on the 10th!"
"Yes, Noah, I got it and of course I'll be there, get me a crew pass for Mina so she has access to everything!" Joakim hisses back.
"You want WHAT? Jolly, Matt will kill you if you think your bunny needs a crew pass!!! VIP for all I care, but that's it!"
"Crew pass, you know security is extremely tight at gigs like this. I don't want Mina standing around on her own somewhere, not getting through to me, you know how it goes!" barks Joakim.
"Then you sort it out with Matt!"
"No, Noah, you sort it out in advance, otherwise you can forget the interview!"
Noah gasps audibly.
"Jolly.... What has that girl done to you? I thought the band was the most important thing in your life too? And now?"
"The band is important to me, extremely important, I gave up everything for her, for you, you know that very well! I put everything on the back burner. Worked hard for our success! But now with Mina, Noah, I don't want to lose this, it's a second chance for me to be happy! I'm not prepared to give up on this, on her. Don't force me to make a choice!" Joakim explains in a calm voice.
"I would never force you to make a choice!" Noah is shocked.
"Well, then please Noah, get me the crew pass!"
"I'll take care of it! But Jolly, please, no more pictures, will you? That would only add fuel to the fire!"
"No more pictures, I wasn't going to anyway!"
"Fine, but Jolly, do you want to go all the way with her? You hardly know her, you don't know anything about her. Who knows if there aren't any problems? I don't want you to get hurt. I saw you after Silja. How long it took you!" Noah is seriously worried.
"I'm serious about her and Noah, I know she's the one! It feels right, real!"
"I hope your feelings aren't deceiving you, honest man!"
"I'll see you in three days, then you'll get to know her and maybe you'll understand. Give her a chance, she's incredible!"
Noah sighs "In three days, and of course I'll give her a chance, especially because she's so important to you!"
"Thanks Noah, I really mean that!"
When he ends the call, he notices that you are not in the room. Your bathrobe is on the armchair, your bra, jeans and shoes, which were on the floor earlier, are gone. Just like your bag.
"WTF" he exclaims.
He hastily opens the bathroom door, empty.
Cursing, he puts on his clothes, steps out into the hotel corridor and looks left and right. You are nowhere to be seen.
This can't be true, where are you?
Joakim hurries to the stairs, then storms into the reception hall. His gaze wanders to every corner.
It's only the hotel employee from earlier at reception. He looks startled when he recognizes Joakim and points with his finger to the exit.
Joakim runs outside, at first he can't see anything in the bright sun, he shields his eyes from the glaring light and continues to search for you. Nothing.
A dull feeling spreads through his stomach. Where are you? Why did you leave? Because of the phone call? Because of Noah's reaction? Or because of the Instagram post?
Damn, did he push everything too hard?
He starts walking around the hotel towards the hotel garden, a park-like area with old trees, pavilions, hanging swings, flower beds and a small pond.
He finally spots you sitting on a bench under a tree by the pond.
He hurries over to you.
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Hey! I miss your writing! How are you doing??
Any way I can get Corey with a shy s/o? How would that start, with him being shy in the beginning of the movie??
Ahh this one was really cute to write, thank you!
As for your question, things have been very up and down lately, hence the slow release of writing. The death of one of my beloved pets, a health scare with a family member who was in extremely critical condition, recently adopting three new baby rats, issues at work, applying for new jobs, dealing with a lot of inner turmoil and, for lack of a better term, a major crisis in self identity and I guess a lot of questioning about my own personal beliefs, feelings about myself, my family, my life has.... left me feeling very beat down and just fucking exhausted lmao.
In better news, I'm really hoping to see Halloween Ends again here soon, so fingers crossed that it works out because I'm DYING to see Corey again, especially since I want to get a better grasp on him for writing as I still fear I write him OOC. But hey, he's new, I'm new to writing him, I'll get better with him.
Also I cannot remember what his bike looks like so pls pretend this would work even if it wouldn't </3
Thank you again! This came out a bit longer than intended.
Corey Cunningham x shy! s/o
You two are both shy - but in somewhat different ways, and it's honestly kind of cute how it worked out that way.
Much of Corey's shyness stems more so from how incredibly socially awkward he feels, at least initially. While after the babysitting incident he became incredibly anxious (sometimes bordering on fearful) when it came to interacting with the public due to the cruelty they'd often deal his way, a great deal of his shyness has more to do with him just not really being sure how to socialize with people without coming across as, what to him always felt, dorky.
Corey thinks your shyness is pretty damn adorable - which is funny because he thinks his own is unattractive. His own didn't actually bother him too much, at least not until you came along - y'know the saying "opposites attract", and he felt that he didn't have the charisma to attract you, or get you to open up beyond the timid waves or smiles you'd give his way whenever your eyes would meet briefly.
He's had his eye on you for awhile. Never, ever sure how to approach you given the fact that neither of you knew each other, and that he's typically so focused on his studies and educational goals that he'd worry you may not find much in common with him and, as a result of that as well as what he always viewed as his abysmal social skills and lack of charm, you'd end up losing any interest you may have had in him.
Truthfully, it takes until after that Halloween night for him to approach you, and it wasn't exactly something he planned. After what happened, he knew that you knew, and as a result he could only assume that like most others in Haddonfield, you wanted nothing to do with him, and he considered any potential for a relationship with you gone.
That was, until the day you were walking out of the same convenience store he was going in to. It was an incredibly brief, yet still so comically awkward encounter, that every night he spent thinking of it made his heart thump with both embarrassment but also a giddiness he hadn't felt before.
He, upon opening the door and realizing someone was heading out, kept his gaze mostly to the ground in the hopes that avoiding eye contact would save him any flak from anyone who recognized him as he held the door for whoever it was, praying that they'd just pass by and not give him any shit. He didn't even want a thanks - hell, he figured that if he didn't hold the door, it'd slam shut on whoever it was and then it was inevitable that they would say something to him.
"Thank y- " You'd started, and the moment he heard your voice his head shot up, and he couldn't determine if your words were cut short by his sudden movement or by the disgust you must've felt upon realizing it was him, of all people - yet that apprehension faded when you offered that sweet, timid smile that always made his heart flutter. "You're Corey, right? Thanks for the door - you didn't have to do that."
He spent weeks kicking himself over how terribly he stumbled over his attempt at saying both "You're welcome" and "It's no big deal" and instead said "You're no big deal". He was quick to correct himself, scoffing a painfully awkward chuckle and once again redirecting his eyes elsewhere "Shit, I meant... it's fine. You don't need to thank me, I wanted to. Yes, I'm Corey." And giving you your name in return to confirm that he did, in fact, know who you were too.
Much to both his relief but also embarrassment, you seemed to find his blunder more comical than you did anything else, and nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He could listen to that cute, quiet little laugh of yours for hours. You quickly excused yourself, wishing him a good night and a "see you around".
He wanted so desperately to believe that you were being genuine with your kindness, and he kept swearing to himself that he'd talk to you the next time he had the chance to. Opportunity after opportunity kept passing him by and he kept swearing that next time he'd do it, until one day when it was absolutely pouring rain, and apparently your usual method of transportation had fallen through and you had no choice but to walk in the downpour.
He was not about to let that happen, and taking the tiny surge of bravery he felt, he stopped his well-ridden bike close enough that you could hear him over the rain, but far enough that you, hopefully, didn't feel uncomfortable, and he offered you a ride.
It definitely was a spectacle - he didn't have his motorized bike yet, and his bike wasn't made for two people, so he had you take the seat, while he stood over the center bar to pedal. You had to place your hands on his sides to keep your balance, and had it not been for his concentration on getting you to your destination as quickly, yet as safely, as possible, he would've melted on the spot from your light touch.
The both of you actually laughed a bit over the ride to wherever it was you needed to go, and he felt a fair amount of any nervousness and shyness he felt around you melt off. The hard part, the how do I approach them without scaring them off? part was over with.
Once the two of you enter an established relationship, your shyness actually begins to bring out Corey's bolder, protective side. He'll speak up for you if you need him to (he absolutely will be the "excuse me, they asked for no pickles" one in the relationship if need be), he'll act as a literal barrier between you and someone if they're hassling you, he'll give you rides home if your shyness branches into the socially anxious territory (and even if it doesn't, he still prefers to give you rides home - the people in Haddonfield can be shitty and he does not trust many of them) - he can, and does, overcome his own struggles with shyness when it comes to you.
As things develop and he becomes bolder, and much more confident and charismatic, he absolutely loves to tease you a bit and get you a shy, flustered mess. Calling you goopy, silly pet names in private? Check. Wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders in public? Done. Pressing quick kisses to your face in a crowded room when you think no one is looking? It's like a game to him.
Turn the tables on him a bit, if you're feeling playful. For awhile, even just calling him something like babe or honey is going to bring back that shy, at a loss for words, Corey that he was for the first initial few weeks of your relationship.
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Izuku eventually talks to Inko about Venom as they get older, but by this point, Izuku and Venom are barely separate entities. Although they have different experiences from prior to their current symbiotic relationship, they are so intrinsic to each other's survival that they made up a name to refer to the both of them.
Inky. Or Inkkun.
So, if Inko calls Izuku's name in the morning for him to get up and he doesn't reply, she peeks into his room. Depending on if there was something on late at night he wanted to watch, he might still be asleep.
Inko sighs. "Inkkun, could you wake up, please?"
Black ichor slips from Izuku's skin and covers his body, opalesque eyes blinking open. With practice, the inky covering is only over his skin, so his clothes fill in further with the loss of available space. Izuku wears baggier clothes to accommodate their change nowadays.
So, it's like there's a big, inky, somehow fuzzy wolf in a "sleeping" T-shirt and All Might themed pajama pants.
"We were watching the All Might series marathon."
"I had a feeling it was something like that... Please help Izuku get ready for school, hon."
"Mmm don't wanna..."
Inkkun still crawls out of bed on all fours and slinks past her to the bathroom, though. A minute or so later though, Inkkun is sitting around the corner of the kitchen, still brushing his teeth, giving her their equivalent of puppy eyes.
"Inkkun..."
"No school, Mom..."
She sighs, realizing he swallowed the toothpaste again.
"Why don't you want to go to school?"
"No one likes us. Don't think we're important. Even though we have a 'quirk,' we get bullied."
Inko frowns, pausing as she flips the egg omelette she's making for breakfast.
"I talked with the principal about that already."
"Pah. Doesn't care about us. No one there cares."
Inkkun grumbles as he heads back to the bathroom briefly to rinse his mouth out...or drink the sink water, whichever he decides. She can't follow after him since she's still cooking, but her jaw clenches slightly.
Izuku never told her about the bullying before. It wasn't until after Izuku finally introduced her to Venom that she started learning more about what his school life was like. Izuku didn't lie much, but he would omit details. Venom, however, seemed nearly incapable of lying, which bled over into Inkkun.
As she plates their breakfast, Izuku's the one who enters, now dressed in his school clothes and trying button his gakuran. He looks drowsy, though upon seeing Inko, he becomes a bit sheepish.
"So, when were you going to tell me you're still getting bullied?"
A black, liquidy head forms through his school shirt, right beside his own.
"Never."
"Venom..."
"Izuku..."
He huffs, frustrated. "I just... I want to handle it on my own. We can't rely on you all the time."
"...You're right that you can't."
But she walks over, raising their chins to look up at her.
"But you're my little boy. And right now, I'm the one who trusts the school to both educate you and treat you right. If they don't, then that's a problem I'm supposed to help you face. Failing to do one means they're failing to do the other, too."
'Mom is right,' Venom says in their head, 'Listen to Mom. Or eat their brains. That would solve it.'
'No.'
'How about their ear? They have two of those. Missing one won't hurt too much.'
'No eating people, we promised.'
'Ugh.'
----
Now, time for some sillies.
Izuku likes to finish his homework at school or the library before coming home. Cause home is Inkkun time.
He walks in the front door, takes off his shoes, sets down his bag, and becomes creacher.
"Woof."
He strolls around the house on all fours very comfortably. He even found a way around washing his hands all the time. Venom will control their balance, and Izuku's human arms can reach out and touch things. He can also use his tentacles to pick things up.
Oh, right, yeah. He has tentacles. He usually forms them from his tail or back to grip and carry things.
So, sometimes, if Inko works a bit later than usual, she'll come home to Inkkun eating face first out of a bowl of french fries or containers of natto. More than once, she found him with a plastic bag on the floor to catch all the spillage from the fish he caught--he's been sneakily stealing from a salmon farm as of recent.
He just kinda stuffs them in his mouth, not minding the bones or gills or whatever else. It's all delicious, especially the fatty ones.
Venom usually suggests eating people just for the fun of it rather than out of legitimate hunger. Izuku casually shuts the thought down every time.
---
One day, Inkkun gets up, but he's not in goopy dog form.
Venom is under Izuku's skin, but Izuku's green eyes are instead opalescent.
It's at this point they've almost fully fused. The DNA of Izuku's human body has rearranged itself almost entirely, with him being unable to live without a connection to Venom. At the same time, the solid parts of Izuku's body makes sonic attacks that are usually a weakness for symbiotes into a mere annoyance instead.
The main thing is that the blood of people with quirks is incredibly disgusting. So, of course, Venom's brain-eating suggestions are almost always just banter. They wouldn't suggest eating brains seriously unless they were literally starving to death.
So, it's more that Inko smells delicious because she's constantly bringing them the food with the best chemicals, and because love smells good. Inko is completely off the menu.
Also Inkkun can almost completely dematerialize. As in, Izuku's body can dissolve and reconstruct almost completely without worry. So, while most humans are constrained by their shoulders of hips, like a cat, Inkkun can fit his entire body through anything big enough for his skull. He can even squeeze his skull down just a little for slightly smaller spaces.
Izuku's skull eventually becomes one of the last things differentiating Izuku from Venom. Not that Izuku's worried, nor is Venom.
They belong together, in one body, after all.
---
Inkkun likes to nap and sunbathe. You'll just see a big ol black, slick yet fuzzy blob laid out in a sunny spot. When he stretches his legs, his paw peets stretch out, as does his tail. If he's super comfy, he'll melt a lil bit.
When he's not hungry or full of energy, he's actually quite relaxed. Slinks around the apartment in full goop form, wuffing under his breath and sniffing at stuff to ensure it smells the same.
If Inkkun's really in a doggy mood, he'll sniff his mom 's shoulders and head when she comes home. Once, he sniffed her and smelled that she was starting to get sick, so he made her some soup and gave her some medicine. The great thing about him cooking is that there's no risk of injury for him at all. Except for maybe burning, but that heals quickly.
Sure enough, she had to call in to work the next day, but she wasn't feeling as bad as she could've because Inkkun caught it early. So now, he does her a sniff on principle.
(Thankfully, the only time Izuku gets sick is if he's too hungry. He hasn't had a single illness since he was four.)
He also enjoys a good head pat. Very pleasant sensation for him. He greatly enjoys physical affection. On lazy weekends, sometimes, it would just be him with his head on his mom's lap on the couch, with her watching TV and carding her fingers through his hair as he reads some manga, tail bapping against the couch.
---
Izuku's only doctor is Dr. Oniyoshi.
The doctor's very good at keeping things hush-hush, especially once Izuku and Venom fuse together more. It's something interesting for the man to study, but he wouldn't risk the wrong people coming to know about him.
Dr. Oniyoshi's the kind of guy who sometimes says things a little harshly, but he clarifies himself right after. Inkkun's never once seen him express anger, just having a calming demeanor as he quietly maintains every aspect of his care.
It helps that Venom constantly keeps Izuku healthy. They don't technically need to brush their teeth, but Venom does anyway when Inko asks and Izuku's consciousness is still asleep. So, really, Izuku doesn't have a lot of medical records, and the ones that do exist are purposefully fudged.
His details still say quirkless, and his blood denotes no differences from any other person, save for the lack of quirk factor that's becoming increasingly rare over time.
Once Inkkun started forming more frequently, however, Dr. Oniyoshi noted unidentifiable DNA in his blood. Not only that, but he couldn't keep a blood sample. The blood would eventually break out of the glass and return to Izuku by some point. So now, he tells Izuku when he's done doing blood tests and uncorks the vial, letting his blood return without breaking his supplies.
Dr. Oniyoshi quietly tells Inko that her son's more akin to a nonidentifiable humanoid than a human, but just as firmly confirms that Izuku is her son regardless.
Inko knows, but it's nice that her son's doctor agrees.
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