#utter fucking gremlin
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Brightheart and Jayfeather having a conversation about his brief time as her apprentice after he gets his medicine cat name.
You were one of the first people to submit but also one of the ones I consciously decided to ignore for the longest time because even though Jay is an absolute blorbo and I'll always take every opportunity to write him, I wanted to deliver more variety and challenge myself a little. Plus I did get randomly into the mood for doing pfurr stuff. But now that I'm clearing the inbox I may as well indulge.
I briefly deliberated going an AU route with this one because I do like AUs in which Jayf either swaps later in life or otherwise has more agency in becoming a meddie. But I felt canon was more in spirit of the prompt and has a certain emotionality that can't be gotten anywhere else.
(Wanna submit a prompt of your own? Check out my guidelines and send it in! Inbox cleanse coming soon so I'm gonna definitely need a good number of these to last me the 2nd half of the month.)
Brightheart waved goodbye to Birchfall as Berrynose approached with a heavy step to relieve him on the first shift of sentry duty that day. His ruffled fur and glazed eyes clearly betrayed why he hadn’t been ready at sunrise sharp and had instead delayed until the sunlight began to filter down from the canopy in weak beams. When she greeted him with a motion of her head he responded in kind and began with his morning grooming routine.
For a senior warrior such as her to be doing two consecutive shifts of sentry duty, no less at the border between night and day... It had been an odd request, much less having first been presented over a half-moon ago. But her persistence had made Brambleclaw ultimately accept. Rumors had been exchanged, reaching even the ears of their brothers who had offered her to serve the shifts alongside her on the assumption it had to do with remembrance of their sister. She ended up declining. It had to do with oracle business but it wasn’t about their sister this time.
As the day brightened and the forest and camp wakened with activity, Brightheart kept her vision forward and focused. Her ears stood tall, her position was perfectly squared. At least from the outside she was the model of a sentry. But her focus was really only placed on a very particular thing.
Once her good eye registered the approach of two familiar tabby pelts, one brown one silver-gray, she gently touched Berrynose’s side to bring him to alert and stop his daydreaming.
“Mrruh?” he mewed, turning to face his senior.
“Keep on guarding camp,” she instructed. “I’m going to be back shortly. If you need me for anything I’ll be heading in that direction,” she signaled with her muzzle towards her right side.
“Fine, fine, fine,” he mumbled as he shook his head to free himself from the stupor he’d been in.
Brightheart strode up to Leafpool and Jaypaw --Jaysomething rather-- in long steps. From where she saw her approaching Leafpool beamed her a smile and gave her apprentice a nudge. He barely had time to get to taste the air before the senior warrior was right in front of him.
“Greetings star-touched,” she began with a bow as was protocolary when the oracles were returning from their official functions. “Leafpool, Jayp--”
“Jayfeather,” he promptly interrupted. “It’s Jayfeather now.” Leafpool gently bunted against his shoulder with her own. “...And greetings to you too, Brightheart.”
“I think she’s got something to say to you,” Leafpool told her apprentice. “I’ll go to the den and get ahead in catching up with cases we might have missed while out last night.”
“Better they be something worth the time and not a matter of vanity like with Berrynose last time,” the newly-made full medicine cat huffed as his mentor strutted off.
“Come walk with me,” Brightheart prompted, hanging her tail over his shoulders as she positioned herself for the direction they were going to go in.
As he turned he shouldered off her tail and made a quick inspection with his whiskers and nose before setting ahead.
“So, I guessed right,” Brightheart said, heaving herself towards the front. “How is the new name suiting you, you think?”
“Not what I thought I’d get,” he said rather non-chalant. But from what she could see out of her flank she knew his stride was bold and his tail fully upright. “But I never did think Leafpool would give me something good. So all in all I’m happy.”
“You ever thought Firestar would give you something good?” she asked.
She could see him startle and then his tail droop even though he kept up the tone and the stride. “Really doesn’t matter now does it?”
“You seem really proud to be Leafpool’s apprentice,” she said.
“It’s good work,” he replied. “Most of the time at least...”
“Does it make you happy as well?”
“My Clanmates are well taken care of,” he replied. “I get to know the forest in a way no ordinary warrior ever really can. I get to have more freedoms than them across the borders. I am privy to StarClan’s secrets. I--” The more he spoke the more unconvinced he himself sounded.
“And do you ever miss the brief time we spent together?” she asked.
He sighed. “Frankly, no. Leafpool may have fretted about me but she did let me be out of camp. At least with her I can be out of her sight.”
A silence hung between them for a moment, letting the awkwardness grow. “I... see...”
“I know why you did,” he replied. “And I’ve tended to the aftermath of enough battles to see what were your worst fears. But between being stuck in stuffy dens all day and only most of the day... I think it’s easy to see why I think like I do.”
“You’re right,” Brightheart admitted with a bow of her head. “And do you think that with what you know now you’d rather have had a youth like your other peers?”
“Hard to know for sure,” he said. “I’d probably get frustrated more. That battle with ShadowClan...”
“It would be my job to make sure it didn’t get to you,” Brightheart said. “It’s something every apprentice experiences on some measure. We hardly had time to work on it, but if you had let me...”
“The herbs clicked for me in a way nothing else had,” Jayfeather said. “So much so that when Leafpool tried to pull our lessons towards the other parts of our duties I was very strong resisting. She chastised me often, ‘we are supposed to heal not mend, StarClan’s light is a must.’ If I had find something about being a warrior like that I can only imagine it going down similar.”
“That would have been a challenge,” she conceded. “But if I could have found that talent in you, we could have worked a lot more on it than what I imagine Leafpool would allow you to work in the mending part of your duties.”
“That would’ve been nice,” Jayfeather mused.
“I’m sorry for how I failed you,” Brightheart said, coming to a halt. “You made your choice and I’m happy for you in it. But if you ever feel like you could use some more skills, I’ll see what I can do for you.”
“I feel like I’ll end up doing all the outdoors chores,” Jayfeather said, beginning to turn and retrace his steps. “So I’ve got a hunch I’m gonna end up needing them.”
#warrior cats#wc#warrior cats au#jayfeather#brightheart#it is such a small part of Po3 but the fact Jayfeather's promotion was played FOR LAUGHS#way to salt the fucking wound#''I was forced to swear myself to celibacy as a congenitally disabled *12 year old*#and I all got when I was proud of my achievements was utter dismissal''#also woah over double the wordcount goal#little gremlin truly gets the gears turning
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Just a lil reminder that most things I'm putting up on this account right now are mostly related to the @dbd-winter-fest event going on right now.
I promise my Kate does more than smooch everyone.
I would say that for boot throwing, too, but that is a blatant lie. If I could throw boots in the game I would, to the detriment of all involved.
#ooc#mun is also an absolute nerd#and utter fucking gremlin#we'll return to our local brand of b.s.ery shortly
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"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!
in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts
ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader
set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can)
warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)
luffy:
my fav little gremlin's in town ^^
- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you.
- he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??)
- but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?"
- "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought
- but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you?
- "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening
"luffy let it g-"
"no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable
- you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough.
- and so, you stay silent
- but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused
- "luf-"
"that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck.
- he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument.
"you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful."
- at this point, youre about to cry
- but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty."
- yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert.
- youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like?
"what fruit do i smell like?"
"mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines"
"luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees."
he shrugged, "still pretty tasty"
- and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so
- "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily
- two seconds later, he fell asleep.
- like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??)
- issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name
- you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode
"does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty"
- he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning
- "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin
- you choose to believe him
zoro:
myhusband ^^
- this was the last thing you wanted. truly.
- zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity)
- water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar
- you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords
- you probably should have.
- instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow
- "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics
"nothing" you mumble half-heartedly
he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual"
"i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?"
- this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are"
- he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths
- "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!"
- he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS
- "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-"
- he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist.
- once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away.
- he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could.
- "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous."
"but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch
"i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit"
"so, you don't think i'm ugly?"
- his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist.
- he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts
" his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby"
- so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin
"and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?"
- he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves
- and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm
- he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath
"i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you
- you choose to believe him
sanji:
mhm, a fine specimen ^^
- you don't keep secrets from sanji.
- or more like you physically cannot.
- this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud
- so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud
"sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?"
you shake your head again, "nothing."
"yn, my love, 'fess up"
- he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice.
- "i just feel a bit bad about myself today"
"bad? how so?"
"i just... just feel kinda ugly"
- he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud
- honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself
"is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline
"what?! no!"
"i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-"
- honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault
- but he refuses to accept it as your fault.
- this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are
- he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything
- his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips
- you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong
- you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face
- your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow
"yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling."
- now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him
"fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good"
- he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away
- so with cum-painted tits and face, he whispers, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen."
- you choose to believe him
a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat
#one piece#opla#one piece zoro#zoro x reader#luffy x reader#sanji x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#vinsmoke sanji#monkey d luffy x reader#monkey d luffy#one piece x reader#zoro smut#roronoa zoro smut#one piece smut#sanji smut#vinsmoke sanji smut#luffy smut#luffy headcanons#zoro headcanons#sanji headcanons
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▸ RUDOLPH - GOJO SATORU. (forbes30!gojo au)
synopsis: you've heard your boyfriend scream three times in your life. once in a haunted mansion, another when he thought a certain gremlin was supposedly dead, and lastly... after a shower, down the stairs as he sulked practically naked with only a towel covering his hips — a total drama queen.
content: 3.5 k words, unedited. reader is satoru's girlfriend, she/her pronouns. a little snippet of Toji and his babies (Megumi and Tsumki), noncanon complaint. it's a little suggestive, but it should be okay to be deemed sfw ◡̈ can be read on its own, but this is part of the forbes30!au !!
kudos to you if you know which scene from a popular studio ghibli movie inspired me. because you can't convince me gojo isn't him ◡̈ header from @/ooreonii from twt
“AHHH ahhHHHH!”
There was no one else who could scream like that but him.
You heard it once or twice. No, it’s thrice — including today, in which Satoru’s done it twice already.
Once, it was at a haunted mansion during college with his hands all clammy, his body jolting with every jumpscare. And with a trembling voice, he would try to protect you from the actors.
The conclusion? Well, he ended up needing to be escorted out because he nearly knocked someone out with his fist screaming, accidentally breaking the majority of the set, including a cast member’s nose while at it, “get the fuck away, you gremlin!”
“It’s the heart that matters…” Suguru mumbled, shaking his head while standing beside you, both pitifully watching Satoru catch his breath under the shade, body slumped with his legs spread out while chugging some water.
Escorted is kindly speaking for what he did — kicked out is more exact.
The second time was when he thought Megumi was dead. The pure shock in his eyes when he found the little boy unmoving with arms flayed like a starfish in the middle of the living room, unresponsive to his teasing chimes when entering through the door.
“My little brats, look what I bought — what the fuck?!” Satoru’s body immediately retaliated, tripping on his way as he ran to the living room with one shoe barely on.
You can’t forget the shrill in his voice when he saw Megumi with red splattered all over his chest, the rise and fall of his agile body barely visible.
With his lips quivering, Satoru hurriedly dropped to his knees to check the boy’s responsiveness, only to almost faint — going from heaven and down because god decided to boot him back to earth — when Megumi suddenly woke up, with his hands mimicking a ghost,
“Boo!” The boy stated with the littlest of emotions, face paling with nonchalance.
“AHHH ahhHHHH!” your boyfriend screamed, falling back with his chest huffing for air and his cerulean eyes about to pop out of his sockets while his glasses landed crooked on his nose.
It was ketchup.
And off on the side, you could hear a little girl giggling while peeping at the scene from the small corner of the hall, trying to record it all on her phone cutely strapped around her neck.
“I’m going to tell your dad,” Satoru grunted while lying down, pulling the little boy on top of him while squishing his chubby cheeks, “I should just throw you in the dumpster and tell your dad you ran away, you brat.”
“Otou-san said you can’t,” Megumi muttered, sticking out his tongue, his small hands struggling to grasp around Satoru’s wrists with a furrow to his dark brows.
And running over from the corner, giggling while she plopped herself on top of her brother, Satoru released a deep grunt from the impact.
“Papa said he’ll kick your ass if you do, Satoru-kun!” Tsumiki giggled while showing him the front screen of her phone, flashing him a toothless smile.
“You did not just call your dad!” Satoru immediately grabbed it when he saw who it was, the utter annoyance of his face dispelling with each second he was on call.
“I hope my kids are well, Gojo-kun,” a deeper voice radiated from Tsumiki’s cell, one with more maturity and weight, “and will not be found in some dumpster when I come back, right?”
Satoru’s face sours and a frown immediately forms, “Hey! At least pay me — Ow!” he grunted while Tsumiki made her way down to attack her next victim – the locks of his white hair.
“As I was saying, at least pay me to clean up after these brats,” he slightly turned around to see the little girl playing with his hair, her nimble fingers painfully unaware of the strength they beheld when she tugged at his strands, “Tsumiki-chan ow! Be gentle with the hair please…” he pleaded before giving her father back his attention, “I’m not your company’s intern anymore!”
“You're already rich, don’t be so selfish with money Gojo-kun,” the man sarcastically nagged.
“Maybe we can cordially talk when you make it into the top ten of the list,” Toji further teased. Clearly, your boyfriend’s vexed expressions were the fuel for further aggravating him, “until then you’re always be my intern.”
“You fuck at least put —” you instantly close his mouth with your hand, giving him a quick glare to shut his mouth.
“Good afternoon Zenin-san,” you smiled unsure why the screen was so dimly lit, but your attention quickly gathered to your boyfriend trying to lick your palm.
Pulling away when you felt his warm tongue swirling around your palm, you glared down at Satoru cheekily smiling back with a wink.
"I like it when you put me in place."
“Satoru that’s gross —”
“Well, it’s actually 2 am here," Toji cleared his throat, "but I presume Satoru’s keeping things pg friendly,” the older man smirked, the edge of his scarred lip slightly tugging upward when he noticed your mortified expression — he’s topless, completely bare with his pectorals bulging, just showing right above his nipples.
“O-oh gosh, I’m sorry,” you tried looking elsewhere, distracting yourself by looking at the kids bothering Satoru. Surely, the man was far from being pg-friendly with his nips teasing to show.
“No need, it’s my fault, I picked up because Tsumiki called,” Toji grunted, reaching over to quickly pull a shirt over himself, “but I didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” Despite his large physique and sharp features, with his gaze piercing and cut-throating low voice, Toji was sweet, a good father to both his children — a reputable person overall. It radiated from the way he spoke, his aura, and how he disciplined his children. If he wasn’t, surely your boyfriend wouldn’t have kept in contact willingly with his mortal enemy. He would’ve never agreed to take care of his kids, despite Satoru adamantly arguing that he was thrown into it.
Peeved that your attention wasn’t on him but the obnoxious prick on the screen Satoru grumbled while rolling his eyes with a hand squishing both of Megumi’s cheeks, while the boy desperately tried to pull himself away, and the other holding onto his hair from being pulled out by Tsumiki.
“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, weirdo.”
“There’s a beautiful lady in front of me that’s very good with my kids.” Both his children nodded in agreement, with Megumi mumbling through his puckered lips, “and cooks better too, does everything better than you,” the little boy glared at Satoru’s appalled expression, stretching out his short arms trying to reciprocate his actions.
“Megumi-chan! You’re being rude,” Satoru pouted while he tried to dodge Megumi’s advances on trying to smother his face.
“So, can you blame me when she stole my attention? I’ll be a fool to let her go.” The man winked at you, a childish glim to his eyes, one similar to his children – especially his son.
And as by reflex, the moment he heard those words, Satoru carefully yet swiftly put Megumi down, and set him on his lap before grabbing the phone from you, “Nope, nuh uh, we ain’t doing this today. Imma bill you for the overseas phone charge.” And flipping the screen to his kids, “and kids say your final goodbyes to your dad.”
“Bye papa! See you tomorrow! Bring lots of gifts please!” Tsumiki giggled while waving goodbye with her brother.
“one minute late and these gremlins are in the dumpster,” Satoru grumbled at Toji despite Megumi securely sitting in his arms, and Tsumiki practically hanging off his shoulders.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow, alright? Listen well and be good,” contently smiling at his beloved children, and nodding a sign of gratitude towards you before smirking at your heated boyfriend, “and I’ll be expecting a coffee from you my Intern, no sugar with light — ”
The call has ended.
“Papa will get you for that…” Tsumiki giggled with her arms tightly around Satoru’s neck, her small feet bouncing up and down in excitement.
“Well, I can take him,” your boyfriend muttered before snatching both kids, tucking one in each arm, and carrying them off to their respective room, “wait for me here babe, gotta put these brats in the dumpster.”
“Remember to clean off the ketchup on Megumi’s shirt as well!” you called out, giggling when you heard the two bickering off in the distance.
“Ketchup?! Do you know how expensive this shirt is?”
“No, but it’s probably not expensive because you’re wearing it.”
“Why you little —”
And well, today, this happened to be the third time. Albeit, his voice wasn’t as high pitched during his freak episode at the horror house but still. It was almost on par — just a little deeper but a lot more dramatic.
Thump!
“ahHHH baaaaaaaabe!” His scream barely muffled despite coming from the second floor.
“What! What! Satoru!” you jolted from the couch, your eyes searching for him while adrenaline quickly struck through your body, “what happened!”
You heard him drawing closer. The thunderous thuds of his feet slapping against the floor and the painful thumps of his body hitting the wall become louder with each millisecond.
And as if on autopilot, your boyfriend ran down the steps with a white cotton towel loosely wrapped around his hips with his torso bare and arms deliciously flexed while clenching his damp white hair.
It was a miracle he didn’t trip down those stairs. But would’ve sure been a sight to see – for both your amusement and admiration.
“Babe!” he shrieked while fastidiously running over, “it’s hideous!” he yelled while making a complete stop in front of you with his chest heaving. You weren’t sure if his hip dimples and his inguinal crease were oddly accentuated more than usual because he was just half-naked… or because he looked hot half-naked. Though the shrill of his voice did make you reconsider your options.
“Look!” he screeched, his body shriveling up in panic while his lips formed an immediate pout when you couldn’t notice his dilemma.
“What is?!” you scanned his face, seeing nothing abnormal about it.
“Can’t you see?” he whined, his eyes desperate for you to notice, “look at this!” he pointed to a particular red spot right under his nose.
“It’s a pimple, Satoru,” you deadpanned, “what about it?”
“I know… I never had one in my life,” he groaned while dramatically falling onto the couch, uncaring if he wasn’t particularly wearing anything underneath.
Rolling your eyes, “Welcome to the mortal world, Satoru,” you murmured while slumping onto the couch with him, "you almost gave me a heart attack."
You tried to steady your breath, glancing over to check up on your over-dramatic boyfriend rocking himself while murmuring under his breath. With his toned back delicately carved in areas you didn’t even know muscle existed, you choked back a moan and mentally slapped yourself from trying to restrain yourself from feeling every crevice of his toned body.
“and you might want to close your legs a bit unless you want to go to jail for flashing any innocent eyes.”
“I give up,” he sobbed while crouching over with his hands fisting his hair, his towel barely wrapping around his pelvis, and the crack of his ass cheekily peaking through the edge.
Dramatically, through his breath, “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
“Aren’t you being a little too much?” you chuckled while shaking your head, pushing yourself off the couch to sit on his firm lap, his arms immediately finding refuge around your waist.
“No,” he sulked, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, “now I’m repulsive.”
“It’s just a pimple, ‘Toru you still look pretty —” he further burrowed his face towards you, his warm breath just gliding against your skin, almost ticking you as he unknowingly moaned when you accidentally scooted closer to his body, just brushing against his minutely exposed manhood.
“No, you don’t understand,” he interjected, his voice slowly morphing into an exaggerated sob, “it’s not just a pimple, this pimple strips all my privileges and dignity of being your hot boyfriend.”
Satoru tended to exaggerate. The most recent being the time Suguru called you, a couple of weeks back, dramatically stating he was sick and in the hospital for an unknown disease. Only for that unknown disease to suddenly also be an uncurable one via text that oddly didn’t have Suguru’s usual texting style, with too many emoticons and expressions, but you dismissed it while frantically making your way to the hospital.
It was hard to define the emotions you felt when you heard from Shoko herself — appalled, flabbergasted, stunned?
No — none of the above. there were no words because your boyfriend always managed to leave you breathless — literally and figuratively.
“I’m sorry… h-he has…” pursing her lips as she clenched her fists, “I need attention or else I’ll die disease,” the doctor mouthed sorry right after.
And that’s fine if he did, the issue was that he tended to exaggerate, teasing against the boundaries of being a complete lunatic or passionate. A case you have yet to solve, but you wish it was the latter.
“You big baby, you’ll be fine,” you comforted while combing your fingers through his soft hair, the faint smell of his shampoo tickling your senses.
Massaging his scalp, knowing all will be well, even his dramatic ass will soon dissipate if you coddled him just the right way, “see,” you hummed while pointing to the blemishes on your face, “look, ‘Toru! I have some too!”
“But yours is different,” he didn’t even look up, “and you have four, pumpkin I counted this morning,” he mumbled.
“Okay, rude, I do not,” you pulled back your hand, his head immediately jolting over to look at you with a little frown.
“Stop that, put it back,” he grumbled, taking your hand and placing it back on his head, “you do.”
“Hey —”
“I kiss them every morning, and I’ll kiss a hundred more if you have them.” Kissing the back of his hand before groaning with his face nuzzled into your stomach. “But that’s beside the point, I look hideous.”
“Wow, sir,” cupping his face, his lips protruding out and cheeks squished in your small hands.
“Hey!” he retaliated at the audacity for you to pull away again, yet you felt his hand immediately find refuge on your hips, pulling you closer to him.
“You’re obsessed.” you giggled, pinching his cheeks, feeling a sense of familiar butterflies when you saw him slightly furrowed his brows as he let you play with him.
“Yea, so vhat? It’s muthing mew,” he grumbled, his words muffled as you squeezed his cheeks.
“Nothing,” you hummed, “let me kiss yours too then.”
Looking off the side, muttering under his breath as he tried to nonchalantly lean closer into you, "i think… that’ll make me feel better…”
Despite the craziness that he imposed and the rambunctious energy he dissipated off the clock, Satoru was easy to love.
“Muah!” You placed a kiss on his small blemish, “you’ll be my cute Rudolph till this goes away,” you teased.
“You’re the worst.”
“Who'll humble your high ego but me,” dramatically sighing before pushing back his bangs and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, “it’s a draining job, you know?”
“Stop teasing,” he pulled you into his body, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, “be nice to me because I'm suffering.”
“You’re still handsome,’Toru,” you cooed, feeling the whispers of his breath glide against your skin, his hair lightly tickling you.
“Yea? Tell me more.” Satoru’s lips gently peppered along your torso and up your neck, the heat of his body radiating over to yours making you feel hot with his tender touch as he ran his hand warmly down your back.
“Nope!” you smirked, pulling his gaze upward as you stared down at his glistening eyes, “one compliment a day, or else you become unmanageable with your pride.”
“wow, just tell me you hate me,” he grumbled.
“Gotta keep my princess humble, ya know?” you winked before landing a short, sweet kiss on his soft lips. “let’s go upstairs, ‘Toru” tapping his back.
But instead, you felt his arms tightening around you, ignoring your words as he further nuzzled himself into your chest. “C’me on loser, I’ll put some medicine on it for you,” you softly stated, gently pulling away to stand up while grasping his hand, using extra strength to tug his dead weight.
“Just watch, the little brat is going to say something, I just know…” he groaned while he followed you to the bathroom, his feet practically dragging behind you like a toddler.
—-
“Ten bucks he’s going to say something.” Satoru bargained, leaning against the kitchen counter while he took a sip of water.
“Just act normally, Satoru… there’s no way he’ll know, he’s only a child.” Your eyes were focused on putting a couple of bandages on his right hand, small cuts that he’d gotten from the morning trying to prepare breakfast.
“You truly undermine him, he’s not your average kid… he’s scary, babe.” Shuddering while clenching his eyes, “evil just like his dad.”
“Well I do think Toji-san is a gentleman, and Megumi will grow just like him.” you hummed while locking up the first aid kit, “and plus, you’re the one that agreed to babysitting them.”
“I didn’t agree, I was forced to,” he corrected, “the man threatened me if I didn’t.”
“I’m sure Toji-san didn't threaten you.”
“You don’t know him like I do, the man is the devil himself.”
“I mean… he was technically your boss since you decided to intern for him.”
“It was that or I was to get engaged to —“
The door opens. Satoru flinches when he hears two different steps come through the hall — one happily skipping, unthreatening, the other… silently treading closer in, each step mysterious like the stoicism on his face.
“We’re back!” The older one chirped, the bottom of her bag lightly tapping against her back while she ran over, her small feet softly rapping against the floor.
“Hey pumpkin,” you welcomed, dropping to your knees to level to her height, opening up your arms to offer her a hug and take her bag, “you hungry, kiddo?”
“Mhm,” Tsumiki giggled, flashing her eye smile, “also! I finished all my lunch too!”
“Aww you did?” Nuzzling your nose with hers while she gently cupped your face, “Satoru tried extra hard with it today,” you grinned.
“Satoru-kun made us late again.”
“Oh he did,” you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend awkwardly trying to avoid your gaze, “guess, he forgot to mention that to me today,” you responded looking back at him awkwardly avoiding your gaze.
“but I forgive him because everyone was jealous of my lunch today!” jumping on her toes, her face filled with excitement, “And he did my hair, look!”
“You little gremlin, that was supposed to be a secret.” Gojo huffed, hiding his bandaged hand behind his back, unable to hide the twitch of his lips, proud of the little girl’s compliment.
“Hello.” a toneless voice alerted his presence from behind you, raising his hand to say his greetings with the typical indifference to his face.
You can almost hear the sharp gulp Satoru took when Megumi entered — viscous and think, nervously pulled down his throat.
“Hello, Megumi-chan,” you warmly smiled, reaching over to take his bag.
“It’s okay, I got it,” the boy murmured, “it’s heavy and you have Tsumiki’s already.”
“What a gentleman,” you cooed while gently tapping his head, “go wash your hands, ‘Toru and I will prepare your snacks.”
“Okay,” Megumi mumbled while walking away, taking a quick glance at Satoru before heading over to the restroom.
Quickly standing up and quietly jogging over Satoru, you whispered while nudging him with your elbow, “See, I told you ‘Toru, he didn’t notice.”
“There’s something off…” his gaze warily staring at the back of Megumi’s head, “I swore I saw him —”
“Well, I think you’re just overreacting, he’s just a child —"
“guess Christmas came early.” the little boy muttered just before entering the bathroom, smirking as he pointed forward, making it abundantly clear who the recipient was of his comment.
“You’re silly, December just started, Gumi.” Tsumiki stated, confusion apparent in her tone at her brother's statement as she stepped onto the stool to reach the sink faucet.
No fucking way.
Megumi didn’t greet Satoru with his usual monotonous voice when he came home today. but instead chose to say his greetings in a rather more peculiar way, one with a higher pitch — the same one he had when he almost killed Satoru with his little prank months prior.
“Because look, Tsumiki, it’s Rudolph.”
author's comment: did you guess it?? it's howl from howl's moving castle! the specific scene with sophie mixed his potions while cleaning his bathroom and he has a mental breakdown? i saw an artist draw satoru as howl and I couldn't get it out of my head!!
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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II
Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.
Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner
• FREAKY ASS DUDE
• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out
• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby
• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)
• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..
• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]
Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea
• top contender for best in bed
• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose
• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky
• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.
Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan
• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey
• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.
• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs
Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer
• if a boy was a princess it would be him
• DADDY ISSUES
• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it
• big fan of praise and humiliation
• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference
Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis
• Puppy
• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk
• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.
• loves when you’re all natural down there
• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship
• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.
Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden
• the queen herself 👸
• another top contender for best sexual partner
• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes
• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here
• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit
Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa
• needy little freak but in a subtle way
• you would probably have to make the first move
• would probably zone out during sex ngl
• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring
• nonchalant lover but good bf overall
The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane
• say it with me now— Mommy Issues
• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues
• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply
• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers
• two words: doggy style 😎
• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you
• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners
• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal
• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary
28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim
• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy
• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT
• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)
• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄
• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.
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A Ghost's Promise (tooth-rotting fluff)
A/N - please excuse me, I've never been to a wedding, so I apologize if anything is inaccurate. But I thought this would be so sweet.
The main song choice for this is Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey.
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader (fluff)
Warnings: none, I think. Just don't let your heart melt, alright? :) maybe some curse words, but I don't think so. Let me know if I missed any.
WC: 2.4k~
Simon had proposed to you 6 months ago. It felt like something straight out of a movie, although it was unexpected at the time. You were at a lake, a beautiful one, surrounded by mountains, somewhere you were camping at. You were hunched over like a gremlin, looking at the cool rocks and stones. You found a shiny black stone, sat up and jumped in place, excited to gift it to Simon but as you turned around, you found him on one knee, eyes crinkled in a soft smile. Unmasked, with tears in his eyes, holding out a beautiful ring, too beautiful. A ruby, surrounded by skulls and roses, a black band.
You couldn't speak, couldn't make a noise. You held your hand over your mouth as you smiled ear to ear, tears welling in your eyes. Your eyes met Simon's soft ones, a stray tear falling out of his left eye. He didn't even have to ask it, you were already sobbing.
"Yes! Oh, Simon, yes!" you cried, reaching out for him as he sat up, hugging you tightly. His hands rubbed your back, soothing you as the other hand placed the ring on your finger delicately, rubbing the back of your hand. You heard him sniffle as he kissed your forehead.
You pressed your face into his chest, unable to stop the happy tears from flowing. He laughed, which made you laugh, looking up at him to meet his eyes. Both of your wet eyes crinkling as you smile at each other lovingly.
"I fucking love you," you spoke, your voice pitched as you're laughing, crying, smiling.
"Yeah, I fuckin' love you," he chuckled. "S' much."
--
You think of him proposing to you, trying not to tear up while you're getting your makeup done before the big day, you'll officially be Mrs. Riley. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Every cherished moment you've spent right beside him. Every date, especially the first date where he was stuttering while talking to you and all shy. You remembered the first time he revealed his face to you; you were in utter awe, wondering why he had hidden such a beautiful, gorgeous treasure from you for so long.
You smirked, humming a laugh while the makeup artist tilted your head back to make the final touches. "Beautiful!" she chirped, proud of her work.
You look in the mirror, examining the remarkably done work. A red and black smokey eye, cat-eye eyeliner with subtle mascara, to pair beautifully with your red and black gothic wedding dress.
Your mom toddles along, smiling at seeing her daughter on her wedding day. Her eyes were wet, she'd been crying, her daughter really was all grown up now. "Oh, sweetie," she cupped your cheek. "I'm so proud of you and so happy for you."
"Thanks, mom," you smiled at her, tears threatening to prick your eyes while you tried to laugh it off.
"Let's go get you in your dress, shall we?" she suggested, helping you stand up. One of the workers walked up, asking if she could be of any help, your mother politely declined.
--
You kept your eyes glued shut, not wanting to look in the mirror quite yet while your mom zipped up the back, fluffing the skirt, making sure it was all perfect.
She sighed contently, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Ready to see how beautiful you look, angel?"
You sighed a deep breath, nervously chuckling before opening your eyes, seeing yourself in all your glory in the mirror before you. The blood red fabric under the black lace bodice, the beautiful pattern of the sleeveless lace-straps. The way the skirt barely poofed out slightly.
You felt like a princess, Simon's little princess.
"Oh, wow," you remark, smirking in the mirror as you twirl around. Your mom laughs proudly, her voice hitching from tears.
"I just... I raised such a beautiful daughter. I love you! I can't wait to see this new chapter of your life."
"Mom, stop, you're going to make me cry," you pleaded. "I love you, too."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry," she wiped her tears. "Just can't believe it still."
Last minute, your father walked in, he proudly smiled, crossing his arms as he watches his once little girl, be all grown up on her wedding day. He was a quiet man, but you could feel the love from his soft gaze upon you.
--
Simon and Johnny were in his dressing room. Simon grumbled at Johnny while he was obsessively and neatly fixing every crinkle in his suit and straightening up his tie and sleeves of his shirt.
"You nervous, Simon?" Soap asked, his voice soft and curious.
"Little bit," he lied, he was nervous as fuck. Obviously, he's never done this before. There were so many people here to witness your ceremony. Of course, he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you and that you were his, but being eyed by a lot of people made him incredibly nervous, understandably. But most of all, he was so nervous to see you and how elegantly beautiful you would look. He fears he may have a heart attack at the sight of you walking down the aisle.
Price shuffled into the room, cheering his cigar and beer to Simon. He smiled at Johnny, then back at Simon. "We're honored to be your best men," he nodded to Johnny. "And your groomsmen, Simon."
Simon nodded stoically, "Thank you, sir."
"Almost time," Johnny smiled, patting his best friend on the back, nodding at him in the mirror. "Yer goin' to do amazing, L.T. 'M so happy for you and y/n."
--
You were catching up with your bridesmaids, chit-chatting and squealing about how happy everyone was. You peek around a corner, and look at the venue. Oh, Simon...
He had set up such a beautiful theme for your outside wedding. Tables set up with black tablecloth draped over them, littered with beautiful arrays of matching dishes, translucent-black wine and champagne glasses scattered about, with beautiful dark candles lined up perfectly. Across the walkway, freesia flower petals scattered among it. So elegant.
Viewing the altar, you spot a black arch, wrapped with a red silk drape with roses across it. Your mouth fell agape as you took in everything. This is everything you could ever ask for and more. Soft, soothing music played in the background while everyone was getting into their seats.
Your maid of honor, your best friend, lightly tapped your shoulder. "He really loves you, you know... I mean, this is just... beautiful, y/n."
You smile whole-heartedly, meeting her eyes. "I know, I-I'm in disbelief, is this even real?"
"Yes, silly! You deserve it!" she wraps you in a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you, I can't explain it."
--
You soothe yourself by rubbing the back of your hand, nervousness setting over you as you watch the officiant walk down the aisle; it's about to start. You fix your posture and start taking deep breaths. Your best friend makes final touches, making sure you're looking as amazing as you should on your day. She's taking your attention off of Simon walking down the aisle to his place as his groomsmen follow not far behind.
"You're so beautiful, it's going to be amazing," she whispered, cupping your face, before her and your bridesmaids go into their place.
Your father walks up, nodding at you, silently telling you 'it's time'. You lock your arm around his, as he sets still for a moment, cherishing this moment before he 'lets you go'.
--
As your father walks you down the aisle, everyone is smiling ear to ear, proudly as they keep intense eyes on you. You'd focus on them if possible, but seeing how handsome, how beautiful Simon looked, you could have burst into tears right then and there. This was really happening, and you were about to be able to finally call him your husband.
His breath hitched, a fiery lump burning in his throat as he attempts not to cry from seeing how beautiful you look; how proud he was to call you his. And here you are, walking to him. He's always been happy with you, but no moment compared to now.
A song softly starts in the background, Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey
Time slowed as you walked up to him, smiling at him proudly, also holding back tears. Your father lets your arm go as you finally approach your groom, standing directly in front of him, both of you all teary-eyed, happiness radiating off of each other vibrantly.
The officiant asks everyone to be seated as they had stood up, softly clapping for the two of you.
"On behalf of Y/N and Simon, I would like to thank you all for being here this afternoon. For taking the time and making the journey, and for all the effort that it takes—not only to be a part of this day, but to be a part of each other’s lives," he paused. "Y/N and Simon have invited you here to this beautiful place to show you a glimpse of an important piece of their love. To share with you their journey through the past years of their relationship."
"I wish I could tell you a single story about Y/N and Simon that summarizes their relationship and how they enrich each other’s lives, and the lives of each of us, but the truth is there isn’t one single event that is a good encapsulation of what they mean to me, to each other, and to all of us. But what I do know is that both of them care deeply and passionately for each other; they protect each other; they make each other laugh and they think outside themselves; that time magically seems to both fly and slow down when they’re together. They help each other in ways that are obvious and unnoticed, but always appreciated."
If you weren't worried about not knowing what to do, and focused on what the officiant was saying, you could have gotten lost in Simon's eyes right then and there. You knew he loved you; but this, this...
"As a third-party spectator to their developing love, it was extremely clear that the two of them represent a perfect pairing because each of them complements the other so well. They balance one another, and while each of them are tremendous individuals on their own, together they are even better. And being better together, as a team, a unit, and partners in crime, is what has been many years in the making and ultimately leads us to being here today, witnessing their commitment to one another in front of those they love most."
"So, without further ado."
"The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, “You know all those things we’ve promised and hoped and dreamed? Well, I meant it all, every word.” When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way. That is impossible. Yet that is what most of us expect. We forget the ebb and flow of life and of love and of relationships. We insist on permanence, on duration, on continuity. But in love, as in life, the only stability is in change, in growth, and in freedom. Therefore what you promise today must be renewed and reaffirmed tomorrow and all the tomorrows to come. The Bride and Groom have now prepared their own vows. Y/N… "
You gulp, and have to stop yourself from looking around the room. You softly clear your throat.
"Simon..." you smiled.
"I always thought it would be difficult
to find someone who will love me
when I'm always scattered in a thousand pieces.
It's like trying to complete a puzzle
when you don't even know if you
have all the right pieces.
But then you showed me
that every piece
doesn't have to be in place
to create something beautiful.
That love can exist
in the most
imperfect
lost
and broken people
And I promise you
that love will be just
as beautiful,
if you're in a thousand pieces
or just one."
You could see his Adam apple bob as he cleared his throat. You saw a stray tear fall out of his eye. Dammit, he's going to make you cry!
"Y/N," he cleared his throat again, shifting in his step.
"I didn't fall in love with you
I walked into love with you
with my eyes wide open,
choosing to take
every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny,
but I also believe
we are only fated
to do the things
that we'd choose anyway.
And I'd choose you;
in a hundred lifetimes,
in a hundred worlds,
in any version of reality,
I'd find you,
and I'd choose you."
"Having considered all of these things, Simon, do you promise again to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage?"
"I do," he reassured softly.
"Y/N, do you promise again to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage?"
You smile, nodding eagerly. "I do."
"No one but you can declare yourselves married. You have begun it here today in speaking your vows before your family and friends, and you will do it again in the days and years to come, standing by each other, sharing the highs and lows of life. Go forth and live each day to the fullest." the officiant spoke. "You may now kiss the bride."
The officiant stepped away, your hands locked with Simon's before he pulled you into the most passionate kissed you've ever experienced, your first kiss as husband and wife. Your tears fell hard, falling down your cheeks over your pressed lips. The kiss dove deeper, his hand caressed the small of your back as he took a deep breath, having to pull back before he got carried away.
"Mr. and Mrs. Riley!" the officiant whooped, holding his hands up in celebration. The crowd cheered for you, and you could hear Johnny, Price, your best friend and bridesmaids screaming and shouting happily.
You both smile ear to ear, your arm locked in his as you walk back down the aisle - together. You make eye contact with your parents, your stoic dad allowing a few tears to fall, your mom sobbing heavily yet smiling.
--
As the night went on, you experienced your first dance together. Your head lay on his chest as you sway back and forth, comforted by the slow pace of his heartbeat. Lost in your own world, you look up at your husband.
"Simon?"
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"I love you. I'm so glad to have you. Forever isn't long enough..."
"I know. I know. I love you, babe." He held your head flush to his chest, rubbing your soft hair.
--
A/N - Alright I really didn't know how to end this, but WAS IT GOOD?! I hope so 🥺😭
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Implied || Toji Fushiguro
A/n: just something short and sweet. I might write a something smutty for husband Toji to follow this.
Warning(s): tooth-rotting fluff, toddler Megumi, husband Toji, gender-neutral reader, language, implied gambling. Words: 341.
A tired, albeit relieved sigh leaves your mouth as at last, one-year-old Megumi closes his weary eyes and goes to sleep. It seems too good to be true, but the moment you ease him down onto his bed and tiptoe from the bedroom, you know he's down for the night.
It's not easy being a parent, especially a step-parent, but this is the life you choose. After one look into Megumi's green eyes, your heart melted. His father, Toji, upon dating him had told you about it, but you never thought one toddler could sway your opinion about children.
Yet here I am.
With a tired yawn, you ease downstairs and into the living room. Toji is exactly where you last left him, resting on the couch with the races on. You turn up your eyes and flop down beside him.
"Next time he's all yours," you utter.
"You do it so much better, babe," Toji mentions with a knowing grin. He's a bitch and he knows it. "Besides, that little gremlin never goes to bed when I have him."
You snort. It's true, but only because he distinguishes you with night and Toji with day. It's an excuse though. He can't keep his eyes off the TV at the moment, a gambling vice he needs to nip in the bud before it's too late.
Pulling your legs onto the cushions, you lean against his side. His muscular body feels so warm. It's a shame you are worn out.
Toji grunts in annoyance as a jockey in green rides his horse over the finish line.
"I lost."
You hope he didn't bet on the race with Shiu but somehow you know he did.
"Why do I stay with you?"
Toji hums and averts his green eyes to you.
"Because you love me…and I fuck you like an animal."
"Yeah, it probably is the sex."
Toji snorts and puts his arm over you. You don't have to say you love him for him to know how much you need him. It's implied.
#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen fandom#toji fushiguro#husband toji#gender neutral reader
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since you silly little pooks are down bad little gremlins,
make sure to look him in the eye when he's talking to you.
summary: you made a grave mistake, directly disobeying orders from the big man himself, miguel o'hara, and endangering him and the rest of your team on a mission. thank goodness it was just his suit that suffered the damage, but you and him have a lot to talk about. alone. you know, if you wanted to be a little brat... you should just tell him straight up, but you can't even look at him right now. it's very disrespectful not to look at someone in the eye when they're talking to you, y'know?
word count: 2,541
warnings: slight degredation (nothing too bad, just a lot of reminding you about what you did was stupid), mentions of scars and wounds, slight cursing, and bad spanish translation (please correct me if i'm wrong!)
"tú… vas a ser mi muerte." he said in a low voice, a complete octave lower than the voice he used to scream orders at you to fall back, not to head straight first for the villain; but of course, spiders your type were never one to listen.
an annoying little maggot, that was miguel's assessment of you since the very minute you set foot in this facility. every mission that ever went south was due to you and your hubris, your incompetence, your need to flaunt your bravado in combat. you were lucky he put off kicking you out and cutting off all your connection to everyone at HQ, because you were a hair's length away from overstepping the very boundary of staying in this elite force of spider people to finding yourself disgraced from them.
you always gloated your strength, how many villains you took down in your universe, and were loud and rowdy. trying to break into your place in the spider society, you felt, was one of the easiest things to do. just make friends, punch the bad guys, and then the rest comes easy. but the reality of it was far from what you imagined, it was... seriously not what you imagined.
"i couldn't understand a single thought that entered that head of yours as we were fighting." miguel scolded you in a strained voice as he was being patched up by his machinery. the side of his face was bloodied, it would leave scars, but none that noticeable. his knitted eyebrows and piercing brown turning red eyes were fixated upon you and your hunched over, insecure, shrinking figure as you felt him diminish every ounce of your self-confidence bit by bit.
he sighed in exhaustion as he flinched at the treatment of his machineries, shaking his head slowly as he massaged his temples slowly, wishing that the frustration you gave him from your pathetic stunt would just disappear. but the pain never eased, instead, it merely intensified; he grunted as the machineries patched him up, the nanofibers of his suit dissipated as you watched splotches of his bronze, tanned skin emerge from the once dark blue and red patches of his suit.
you couldn't help but watch as the suit glitched slightly as it went away, disappearing into nothingness as his flesh wounds were being patched up. "tan jodidamente estúpida. so... so fucking stupid." he muttered out as he released a string of grunts from his soft, caramel lips as lyla adjusted the settings of the machinery as they patched him up.
"do you not value your own life?" he asked out with a low voice, as if he didn't care what answer escaped the confines of your lips, whatever words formed out of your mouth, as long as you spoke, he'd find something, anything, to retort to your argument--to prove you did a stupid, stupid thing. and that you were so stupid for not listening to him.
you opened your mouth slightly ajar to speak, to utter even a single word; to release a single sound from your vocal cords... but nothing. your throat as dry as an abandoned well, as dry as a vast, sandy desert, as an unirrigated field that once bore fresh crops.
you had nothing when he peered at you from above like this, glowering over you and penetrating your once keen and eager to fool around facade, whittling you down to nothingness.
"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked, his voice a little louder and more composed now as the healing process began and mended at the worn and torn muscles on his beautifully sculpted figure. he slowly stood up, his legs quaking slightly as he tried to carry himself up. he lost his balance for a few seconds and clung on to his desk to support himself. his breathing was labored, his nostrils were flared; he was pained and furious.
you felt a shiver crawl up your spine as he turned to face you, a good portion of the mesh fabric on the left side of his body was completely dissipated, the cuts inflicted on the suit turned white and glitched out, spasming, distorting the image on his body. miguel noticed you were staring and tried to hide the limping of his leg as he strut over to you, his left leg being pushed off the ground faster than his right.
you felt a wave of shame engulf you, reminding you that this very man almost sacrificed himself to save you while you seemed like a very cute spider to skin for the villain you faced off not long ago, who you provoked and brought your team to their attention, endangering all of you. he fought them off as best as he could, but he was continually on the receiving end of the blows and punches the villain reserved for the rogue little spider that weaved a web too obvious for its prey to fly into.
you didn't listen to miguel when he told you to--
"i told you to stay put," he admonished you in an irrefutably strained voice that he tried his hardest to mask with anger, or irritation. he didn't like to be looked upon as weak, as pitiful, and he sure as hell wasn't going to show that side of him to you of all people. never, in a million years, ever.
he grabbed your cheeks as he noticed your downcasted gaze and angled your face up to gaze into his now red eyes. "weren't you ever taught to look people in the eye when they're talking to you?" he questioned you for your seemingly rude demeanor as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, insinuating that he was quite irked with how, not only did you risk his and everyone else's lives on your team, but you dare disrespect him in his own office while he was already limping--suffering the repercussions of your own hasty decisions.
miguel breathed in deeply, his chest expanding as he took in that deep breath. he shut his eyes to collect himself so as not to let his frustration explode all over you right then and there. he was ready to burst at you, burst at you and let you feel everything he's been holding in from you for the longest time. it drives him mad knowing he's let you provoke him all you want, all the time. he wants to get his control over brats like you back, and if it has to be through this way... so be it.
he squeezed your cheeks, his grip tightening with every breath you took, moving your eyes so as not to look at him, so as not to be so frightened of him. "you're a damn brat, you know that?" he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours, his suit dissipating bit by bit the closer to you he got. he didn't seem like he had any intention of moving back, he was just keen on looking at you right in the eye and forcing you to look back at him, to acknowledge him and respect him for once.
"i-i know," you stutter out, swallowing the lump in your throat. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the pad of his thumb brush over your cheek and let out a ragged breath, which felt hot on your face. "go on." miguel commanded you as he let go, pulling away from you.
you hesitated for a moment as miguel stepped back, his wide back now facing yours. a small triangular view of his bronze hued skin, and you noticed... he had an assortment of freckles dotting his back, down to the back of his forearm.
he looked absolutely breathtaking, even clad in the mesh fabric suit, even with the mask sheathing his angular face from the world; he was a sight to behold. you hated yourself so much for admiring him when all he can think of was the stupid stunt you pulled trying to show off.
miguel's head turned around yet again to catch you peeking at the flesh showing from the tears on the suit. he scowled. "i told you to keep talking, not to keep gawking." he reprimanded you as he turned his head back around and shook his head, muttering yet another curse word in spanish.
you cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts. "i know, i'm... a brat, and i'm sorry i endangered you all." you spoke in two breaths, hoping to get the heart of your thoughts across, trying to hold back from him the fear you had of him at that very moment. honestly, you were always scared of miguel, always afraid that if you pushed him off the edge... it wouldn't be him who'd fall. he'd hold on to your mistake and pull you down in his place.
that was your biggest fear; the fear of him hurting you, forgetting you, abandoning you and starting from scratch with a new recruit, a better recruit. one who didn't talk smack all the time behind his back, one who followed protocols and didn't steal equipment for joyrides to other earths, one who didn't travel to other earths to screw around--one who followed orders and didn't do things their own way, which would jeopardize not only themselves, but the rest of the elite members of the multiverse's sole defenders.
someone who would listen to him and look at him in the eye when he spoke.
"be honest," he began as lyla fixed up the glitchy parts of his suit as he pinched the bridge of his nose with shut eyes and a hung head, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle as he tried to keep himself composed, "do you think you know what you're doing here?" he asked in a deep, contemplative voice as the suit glitched out even more, despite the ai's best efforts to fix it, the glitching worsened.
"oh, genial." miguel uttered as he sighed again. the villain must've been a real wise guy to know how to mess with such hard to break nanotechnology and mesh fabric that not even miguel himself could pierce or cut through. "ok, uh, not to interrupt your sermon, but you need to take it off. completely." lyla said as she ran a diagnostics protocol on the suit to check what was salvageable on it.
miguel stared at the ai incredulously. "no, keep it on, it's fine." he muttered as he turned to face you, his right pectoral muscle showing just the slightest bit. his suit phasing in and out of functionality as he placed his hands on his waist, staring at you as you abruptly looked away. he raised an eyebrow and eyed you up and down. "why so shy now? you were running your big mouth earlier in combat, why stop now?"
you tried to speak again, but all that came out were unintelligible mumble with the words, "seeing you like this" being repeated over and over and over again. miguel sighed and sauntered over to you and grabbed your cheeks again, this time, more roughly.
"i've had it up to here with your shitty attitude towards me." he said as his eyes narrowed at you, his eyebrows nearly forming into one angry, furry unibrow as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. your eyes wandered down past his neck, to his now semi-exposed collarbone, all the way to his rib area; his right rib's flesh being exposed now as the suit dissipated after continually glitching.
"why are you so insistent upon staring at the absolute wreck my suit is now because of your actions?" he huffed as he angled your face up to look at him, leaning closer and closer towards you as you were now inches away from his face. he snarled for a split second, and you watched as his fangs were bared for that small moment.
"you... need to be taught proper manners." he scolded you as his nose brushed over yours, causing you to shudder; the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as miguel fixated his now glowing, scarlet eyes upon your own. "listen to me, very. carefully." he said as his claws slowly dug into the flesh of your cheeks, grazing you slightly as he brushed the pads of his fingers upon your cheeks and chin.
"you better remember to... look at me when i'm talking to you, understand?" he emphasized as he spoke in a low, low voice, the rest of his suit vanishing as the glitching worsened, his left pectoral muscle now revealing itself, down to his abdominal area, where you noticed his sculptured muscles and scars from the fights. the newly emerged wounds from the battle you botched remained on his skin's surface, noticeable still due to having been fresh a few minutes ago.
he scoffed as he noticed your breathing became labored. he let you go when you mewled at his claws digging deeper into the fat of your cheeks. "i'm... sorry." you uttered as you finally looked up at him. he clicked his tongue as he let you go. "you're lucky i'm too weak to do anything to you right now." he said in a calmer manner as you rubbed over where he grazed upon you.
he turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder and his expression softened the tiniest bit when he watched tears well up in your eyes.
"...i'm sorry, too." he murmured as he finally took off the suit and sat back in his chair, in dark navy shorts.
your eyes wandered down to his toned, tanned calves and thighs, how every bit of him seemed so detailed and sculpted; as if he was exerting force and effort upon every muscle in everything he did. "you have a tendency to run your mouth off and not look before you leap when you're feeling hella cocky, but when you're cornered... you shut up immediately and start staring like a hawk." he pointed out, rather sarcastically.
he stretched his leg a little, wincing at the pain. his grunts were guttural as you noticed the slight limp in how the leg was resting. you got up and looked at his poor leg. "what, staring at me at a distance half-naked isn't enough for you?" he asked, deadpanned.
"i could, um... try easing the pain for you." you offered as you meekly pointed to his leg. he threw his head back and sighed deeply, his chest rising and falling as he did. he looked at you lazily and raised an eyebrow. "is that to make up for all the headaches and migraines you give me?" he asked.
you nodded profusely and he planted his face in his palm, chuckling a little to himself. he looked up at you, gradually, and a small smirk curved upon his lips. he shrugged. "alright, work your magic." he said as he leaned back. "if you fuck me over again, i will kick you out, though." he warned, to which you grinned at.
maybe... you'd keep being a little brat to him, if it meant you could see him this way, and... touch him this way.
a/n: ok so if we do hit 400 likes, i'll make a part 2 + whimpering miggy :>
tags !! @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin @thecoolerdor
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I just found your blog and I am LOVING the Wukong content. I was hoping to request some smut headcanons (maybe alphabet hcs- if you feel up to it). I completely understand ty! <333
NSFW Alphabet ; Sun Wukong
Please do not click the ‘keep reading’ option if you are under the age of 18. Adults only, please! :)
Welcome to my page! I’m ecstatic that you’re enjoying what I’m providing <3 Doing alphabet headcanons are actually some of my favorites!
Mainly because it helps me with future pieces of writing (smut ofc) — like a cheat sheet almost!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He loves to hold you in general, so after a session of utter passion? It’s tripled. He’ll sometimes want to keep his cock buried in you overnight if you’re up for it and continue from where you two left off the next morning.
He’s not too big on cleaning himself personally after sex (like the absolute gremlin he is), but he’ll begrudgingly set a warm bath for you if that’s what you want! You’ve explained UTI’s and yeast infections to him, which is why he no longer complains about keeping his semen inside you as long as he can.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He loves his tail. I mean, it’s like a third hand! Another tool to balance himself, grab things, and especially bring you to him when he’s needy.
He personally loves your ears. They’re so cute and small compared to his! Sometimes you’ll catch him fiddling with your earlobes. He also enjoys the noises you make when he nibbles on them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It turns him on extremely seeing you covered in his cum— legs spread, ever so slightly trembling as you’re leaking with his semen, your face twisted into an expression of pure bliss. It’s enough to get him riled up all over again.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Has a Owner/Property kink that even to this day hasn’t publicly told you about. You found out yourself after a certain rigorous handjob when he basically begged you to let him cum, ending his plead with master.
Praise kink too, but he’s a bit more open with that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
At first he may seem clumsy, but he’s simply learning what makes your body tick. After maybe 3-4 sessions expect him to have your anatomy and personal pleasures memorized to the tea. Every whimper, moan— it’s all a sign to let him know that he should keep the ministrations going.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
The mating press.
His main interest is the deeper penetration aspect of the position. He also loves the look of your helpless face every time he presses into you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Pretty goofy! But Wukong knows when to switch the mood to make it better for you both. One minute he’ll be joking to you about a show playing in the background and the next will be eating you out like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
This man is 100% a hobo. Although being filled with body hair already (cause, y’know. Monkey?) he has a pretty clean happy trail which matches the ash orange color of his mane!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He won’t have sex with you unless there’s at least some sort of feelings in the mix. Whether they’re unspoken or not it’s something that’s always there. He’s not there just to fuck, he wants to make love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t masturbate often. He’d have to really be in the mood, but even still— he has trouble concentrating when it’s only imagination. If he ever does though, you’d be the only thing on his mind. Maybe a picture, or a voicemail would do.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding. It’s instinctual for him to have reproductive urges; The idea of stuffing you full of his cum to be the future carrier of his children is quite appealing to the simian.
Marking. He likes both you and everyone else to know who you belong to. Whether it be carrying your scent with him— or the many bites littered around your body. He thinks it’s like taking a park of him with you.
Cockwarming. While it can be seen as torture for both parties, he adores the way you slowly break down above him. A simple shift of the hips enough to make such deliciously crude noises escape from those pretty lips. It makes sex that much more gratifying if there’s at least a bit of a wait.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He’s a bit more comfortable if you guys have some type of privacy, considering the entirety of Flower Fruit Mountain is littered with primates. So a bedroom or bathroom would do.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Being the big spoon. While it may start as sweet and lighthearted before you know it he’ll be slowly pressing his clothed erection into you, huffing softly and asking if you’re up for a round or two.
Your own moans. He’ll work hard as hell if it means by the end of the night you’re screaming his name, begging for more— to go even harder.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Degradation/Humiliation.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers to definitely give. He finds his own pleasure in yours!
Let’s just say he knows how to use his tongue quite well. This can go back to E; He knows what you need to reach your climax and he’s more than happy to give it to you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and rough. Wukong wants to feel your walls clenching every single time he’s just about to pull out, only to thrust back in without a care in the world.
As his peak eventually reaches though— he will often try to chase it with a faster, sloppier pace. ONLY if he knows you’re both close.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
While he does like to take his time with you, quickies are a pretty common occurrence when you’re with Wukong. In a certain spot with few wandering eyes? He’ll lift you up against the wall and pound into you.
In a certain position while your cleaning? On the counter you go. Just sucks that you have to pick up even more of a mess after.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not too fancied on the idea of trying something new unless he has somewhat of an idea of what’s gonna go down. He doesn’t want to be left in the dark, and communication is especially key for this monkey.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
His stamina is as big as his ego. This man could go fucking you a whole night if it meant filling you up to the brim.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t have any toys, and isn’t too fond of buying any simply because he doesn’t know where? Like???
If you have your own, though, he’d be more than happy to hear how to use them and spice up your tango just a bit more.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Humiliation really isn’t his game, but he loves to mention how destroyed you look under him— asking you to tell him just what you want him to do while he’s hovered over you.
It just gives him a bit of pride to know that he can make you into such a mess. You lustful deviant you!
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I don’t think he’d be necessarily loud. The trembling quiver of his voice as he breathes out your name— the occasional curse.
He’d have to be pretty wound up in order to raise that voice of his. It’s not necessarily impossible! The stroke of his tail is a pretty quick way to get an unprepared whore moan out of him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
It’s like he’s constantly in the honeymoon phase when he’s with you. Pet names like hun, sweetie, peaches, schnookums even. His corniness is sickeningly addictive.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Sleeper build. He doesn’t look necessarily ripped at first glance with all those robes but a good feel of those thighs or biceps shows that even thousands of years later, he’s in great shape.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High, very high. Maybe not at first; jumping straight into sex after building a relationship just isn’t him. One taste of that pie, however, and suddenly he can’t seem to get enough of you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He doesn’t fall asleep immediately after sex. It’s certainly tempting, but he’d much more prefer taking care of you, taking in the moment and making sure you’re okay.
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gideon is hot bc she's a mess internally and externally, she has no reason to act any differently, life has been utter shit to her and the least she can do is own it. and she does it so well. she shows off her muscle and cracks bad jokes and charges at problems headfirst just to get everyone else to shut up and take action. she's brash and ridiculous and doesn't care about any of the fancy space political fuckery. she's here to get shit done, despite the pain she's in. what else is there, really? the only opinion she truly cares about is harrow's at the end of the day, and she's still a total mess for her, just a more specific one. you can't take her at face value, she's smart and emotionally complex as anyone. but there's no version of her that's refined and she has no qualms about it. in a universe so caught up in appearances and etiquette she is a welcome shock to the system, and everyone knows it.
harrow is hot because she's a mess and she tries to hide it. she's a nasty fucked up gremlin, and she puts so much effort and time into appearing on the contrary. her formal speech, her intricate ninth robes, her pristine skull facepaint. all of it is such a painfully impressive facade of dedication, her dedication to being a personification of commitment to her house and its rituals. but she's a teenage girl with the galaxy's biggest guilt complex and so the idea of that mask being ripped away becomes intriguing, thrilling even. her robes torn by her own constructs and bloodied with her own anemic blood. her paint smeared, flaking, crusted over with filth and viscera. it's the corruption of that carefully cultivated image, that exposure of the self, that tormented vulnerability that really gets you. the drama of it all is downright exquisite.
#saw some fanart recently that got me thinking#about the reasons why gtn gripped me so hard and wouldn't let go#and how these two have such different aesthetic and emotional appeals to them#ughhhhhh#tlt#the locked tomb#gtn#107 txt
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I'm not sure if you know The Owl House, but I thought this to be an interesting idea.
What if Yuu is from the world of Owl House and got whisked away to the TWST world. And despite being magicless, they use & make glyphs as a way to use magic, which is something the world of TWST never seen before
[OOC]: Hi! Writer here. Yeah, I know the show as I seen clips and fan art of the characters. I love the representations in the cartoon, but too bad as I heard there won’t be a Season 4. (Fuck you, mousy incorporation 🖕.)
I didn’t watch the show, but I think I understand the premise as I remember from Season 1, Episode 1 where Luz Noceda was supposed to go to camp, but ran off somewhere and finds an abandoned house where she also finds the suitcase that’s actually a device used to travel to another world where witches actually exists and other oddities come from.
Now for MC/Yuu, I’m thinking of them as the only friend Luz made back in school and who doesn’t mind about her hobbies/stuff while supporting her Sexuality of being Bi. Though the downside to being Luz’s friend is some trouble stirring up, leading a trip to the school’s office.
Of course, both parties were supposed to go to camp, but ran off like in S1;EP1 and the two find the old abandoned house and suitcase used to travel to The Boiling Isles. Over there, the story progresses like in the show.
Both were mentored with everything by Eda Clawthrone, made new friends, and so forth.
Then here’s the part where MC/Yuu had a mishap during Potionology class and they were sent further to another world called Twisted Wonderland.
At the Prologue, it’s the same setting with MC/Yuu being stuck in the coffin-shaped container and Grim blows off the lid, but they use an Ice Glyph to shield themselves from the blazes.
Then during the scenes where Grim was chasing after MC/Yuu for the Ceremonial Robe, they would also activate the Invisibility Glyph to escape from the little gremlin.
It didn’t last long as that specific glyph you need to hold your breath in to activate it.
Then the chase pursues, leading to the library and MC/Yuu fans out Fire Glyphs in a defense pose.
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Stay back! I-I can blow this place up if you don’t want to die!
Grim: Nyah?! You? You can’t do that! I need that ceremonial robe!
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Oh yes I can! You chased after me!
Grim: Because I need those clothes!!!
Those two are doing nothing but argue like children.
Then Crowley comes in scene, use his Whips of Love to snatch up Grim and the story continues on where he explains to MC/Yuu that they’re at Night Raven College for all boys to learn about magic.
As all three of the arrived at the Dorm Selection Ceremony, MC/Yuu was forced to stand in front of the Dark Mirror.
Dark Mirror: Hmm…This one doesn’t possess any color or shape in their soul. They are deemed Magicless.
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: But I do this! *Pulls out some Light Glyphs and activates them to summon glowing orbs of light*
Everyone is at awe watching the orbs floating around.
It was magical to witness.
This was a bad move as Grim uses this opportunity to escape and havoc starts.
Fire everywhere by Grim and the room is in ablaze.
Azul and Riddle chasing after the feline monster.
Such utter chaos.
MC/Yuu, with quick thinking and experience, uses their combinations of Ice and Fire Glyphs to create rain putting out the fire.
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: Thank you, Luz for the lessons.
After the fire went out, they grabbed a hold onto Grim as he attempts to squirm out of MC/Yuu’s arms.
When the ceremony ended, Crowley brought the two future students in his office to explain what kind of magic they used.
When MC/Yuu explains cane from other worlds (both Earth and The Boiling Isles), Crowley would “promise” to “help” then return to their origins.
I can imagine the adventures and shenanigans MC/Yuu would face with the new arrangements.
They would definitely fight against the Overblot battles with the right choices of glyphs.
Oh! Speaking of Glyphs, the First Years would absolutely learn how to draw some, but first they need to draw a perfect circle to activate its properties.
Ace: *Draws a circle* How about now?
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It still looks off.
Ace: Ugh…
I can totally see everybody viewing MC/Yuu as a younger cute sibling.
Cater: How old are you?
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: 14
Cater: Really? You act mature for your age.
T.O.H.!MC/Yuu: It’s the trauma from The Boiling Isles.
Cater: Oh.
Poor thing…
To be honest, with MC/Yuu separated from Luz and the others, I like to think of this as a symbolism of moving on to making new friendships, but there’s that irreplaceable bond between them. Sure, the two are world’s away from each other, but they’ll still be connected.
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I have been reading your "sex pollen has been missing paperwork so imma fix that" fic. And rereading it. And rereading it. And snickering like a little gremlin somewhere in the middle of that (pickpocketing, every. time.), but that's subtly implied anyways. And rereading it some more.
You are an absolute genius. The humor, the smut... it is, how do you say, absolutely delicious? The perfect mix hit just right? A work of utter brilliance? My new "fuck depression" find?
All of the above? All of the above.
Thank you for writing, for sharing this fic. Plus your other work, but this isn't their message, so it's also subtly, fondly implied.
All the love and best of wishes.
- Gremlin 03❀⸘✦3
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truly not sorry but once again thinking abt miranda/mc/mia in RL. i need them SO bad. like, 2 of the most morally unsound persons (Mia & Miranda) + their little meow meow. Knowing both are so possessive and destructive (TO OTHERS) when they love and instead of running, fully embracing the chaos of it. Loving them despite their delusions of grandeur, the crimes, the secrets, and the deaths (+ undeaths) caused (or ordered!) by their hands. Acknowledging this is fucked up but you can't help it. Lovingly bitching abt their fights but fully done and gone to do anything else but to soothe and continue loving them, because after all those years of waiting and doing and redoing everything to be perfect was worth it for this.
also did i mention being their little meow meow. sorry Miranda, MC was the original gremlin in the relationship and Mia being the fucked up feral racoon she is now is not solely by her doing, MC was and IS the enabler in both relationships that it bled over sm and OUGHJJJJJHHHHhhhh im being so emo abt three (3) women being utter menaces frfr
#sorry but i truly love it when corruption didnt spread#it was in there all along#ALSO GOD. sorry but RL Miranda/Mia happened once to me in my brain. Dreamt abt one loop that they get so fucked up drunk they slept together#and like. they didnt process it until MC comes back fr and sees the unresolved vibe#miranda's screaming shaking crying throwing up when mia alludes to it in front of mc and mc is like. huh. good for u actually.#mia: so u dont mind? that we fucked once????#mc: babe did u forget the stint of us fucking drunk before i met miranda. i expected u guys to do it more actually.#miranda: you WHAT. WHAT. WHAT.#mc: dont worry my love i truly do love and adore u!!!! and i wouldnt mind if u wanted to bring mia in really#mc (inside her mind): my god. these bitches gay.#mc (still inside her mind): miranda doesnt know mia's a menace when she's starting to fall and mia doesn't know mira's circling her either.#mc: god i love u both but u need to opem ur eyes really. my god.#then i woke up#and thought. hey. if this was plausible eva gets to have three (3) mommies fr and IM upset its not real ekdbdofjd#anyways dreams were sponsored by cinder's re8 harem fic#thank u cinder <3#resident lover#mother miranda#mother miranda x reader#mia winters#mia winters x reader#mother miranda x mia winters#mother miranda x mia winters x reader#personal.txt#clown.txt#simp.txt
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Now that I aired my most controversial thoughts here’s my wholesome riso headcanons
Sorbet and Gelato were the ones to introduce Risotto to Passione so he has major respect for them. Also Risotto’s home life was uh. Shitty. So Gelato basically decides “you’re our son now” and Sorbet agrees <:)
Ghiaccio gets confused by Risotto’s wording in his orders a lot because Riso has a habit of throwing in Sicilian phrases that don’t translate well to Italian
Okay so this is basically solely going off some shaky knowledge of Sicilian names from questionable websites but apparently Rosario is a Sicilian name and regardless of veracity, I like to imagine Secco is Sicilian because like. Fucking imagine: La Squadra meeting Secco and everyone’s freaked out as Secco growls and snarls and barks and barely speaks broken Italian and Risotto just goes “!!! That accent!! Tu sicilianu?” And Secco’s entire face lights up and they have a full conversation in perfect Sicilian. The Squadra fucking look between this giant goth man with black sclera and this dirt gremlin on all fours with hypermobility and an unnaturally long tongue wondering what the FUCK is going on in Sicily
Risotto isn’t actually as serious as he seems! Mans just autistic af (and cmon. We only see risotto in very emotional, intense, and stressful scenes. Who’s to say that he can’t be a little silly when not in unimaginable grief)
Not a headcanon but I just realized babymetal would be a good ship name for Melone and Risotto and isn’t that just fun? Like that ship name itself is adorbs
Risotto like bunny rabbits. Listen I know im biased but just imagine Risotto’s little hat with bunny ears attached. Fucking cute enough to kill a mf
Vento Aureo takes place in the scene era. Listen. Risotto’s hat gets destroyed somehow and he’s all sad and Formaggio decides to cheer him up by FUCKING GETTING HIM ONE OF THOSE ANIMAL HATS WITH THE BUILT IN PAW MITTENS
Risotto. Fucking. Loves it.
Much to Prosciutto’s UTTER DISMAY he absolutely REFUSES to take the hat off
Once Risotto asks Formaggio to meet with him privately and naturally Formaggio is internally freaking out because Risotto just always looks so fucking serious but then they get to another room and Risotto bends down to scoop up Formaggio’s cat before turning and with a dead straight face goes “Gnocchi was sad because you didn’t let him into your room last night.”
Ok im done for now
#risotto Nero#jjba#jjba golden wind#jjba risotto#jjba headcanons#jjba part 5#jjba part 5 headcanons#la squadra#jjba melone#jjba ghiaccio#jjba secco#jjba prosciutto#sorbet and gelato#sorgela#jjba formaggio#vento aureo#jojo vento aureo#I hate tagging#man I was angy and edgy yesterday
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never say goodbye
The sailor finally learned of a secret that roamed among the group and he wasn't happy about it, after all, who, if not him, would even dare to get so close to you? He would make sure it wasn't that wolf.
character — Wind, platonic.
cw — platonic yandere, wind is a warning in itself, feral little gremlin has too many traumas to take care of.
as always, @wayfayrr big brain ideas makes me spiral into madness and this is the latest result of it. and my opinion stands strong, platonic yanderes are fucking scary, they could ruin your fucking life if it meant you would never look away from them <3
kinda noticing how I'm turning mostly into a dark content blog too, oh dear, that wasn't the intention.
The sailor wasn't stupid like some liked to paint him as. It was only natural for him to discover what was the nature of Wolfie's existence when the rancher was always so secretive about it.
The man had come clean to him when he noticed the boy was too near the truth, after all, he trusted him like a younger sibling, he knew he wouldn't do anything to use it against him.
But maybe it was a mistake.
He must have underrated the sailor possible bolts of jealousy when he said something like that to him.
At first it was okay, but he started acting gloomier by the day when you didn't pay him any mind in order to play with the group's wolf. When it came to that, Twilight unfortunately knew it was only a matter of time until the bubble of rose tinted lens burst.
And for the first time, anyone in the group had ever seen Wind cry.
Not that he wasn't easy to read, he was more open than most in the group and always relied into some of the others when in need of help, it was endearing how he acted like the younger sibling when he noticed it would alleviate the tension, even when it was apparent how much he hated acting like it.
But he was strong.
There was no doubt about it, some could even argue that the boy would stand among the heroes with the most mental fortitude, as there was hardly anything that could set him off, even in the middle of battle.
But the scene unfolding right now was nothing short of a surprise.
The boy clung to your clothes as he muttered something incoherent, tears streaming down his face as his grip around one of your writs turned bruising. You winced and Twilight turned frantic.
“Wait, Wind, [Name] is in pain.” The ordonian tries to approach, but the glare he receives from the boy is enough to make him stop.
“Don't you fucking dare!” Wind snarled, showing his teeth and any reproach Wars had about his language, died when he noticed just how shaken up he was.
“Hey sailor, what got into you suddenly.” Four didn't move from his spot near the clearing, but the youngest head whipped to him so harshly you feared he would hurt himself.
“Like you're one to talk, smith. I bet someone like you was into like the rest of you all.” His voice was firm, but the tears just continued to cascade relentlessly. “I bet you all would just leave me out of it and try to take away all the things I love, like they always do.”
A sob broke from his throat and finally his facade crumbled, as his eyes ran back to you, filled with so much desperation you couldn't help but hug the boy, who sniffled into your chest.
“[Name], please, don't leave, please... I'll be good, I promise.” You shushed him quietly, running your hand over his hair as the other patted his back.
“Hey now... why would I leave?” His eyes lifted to meet you, wet lashes brushing and peeking through his bangs. “I won't leave you, don't worry.” You smiled reassuringly and he nodded softly, his hand around your wrist finally letting go as he hugged you again, now nuzzling into you.
You looked in confusion to the rest of the group, but there was no answer from their part. Twilight eyes avoided yours and Time sighed, impatient, but not words were uttered to calm your nerves.
It was a strange night, and you could notice how ever since that day the youngest was more and more protective over you, turning especially harsh when Wolfie tried to approach you, but no one said a thing to dimiss his paranoia, as you could only follow along his whims, since anything you said to go against his wishes would make the usually so energetic boy tremble and cry in fear you would abandon him.
At some point you understood that what you said to him as only a mean to calm him down, was now a promise binding the two of you together.
#lu wind#wind linked universe#linked universe#fungi's delicacies#I'm not all that proud of it but damn will i extend on this topic later
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Three times Marko woke up
and the one time he didn't ;)
based on the 'five times and the one time not' format, an unedited drabble about our favorite chaotic little vampire gremlin.
1.
Marko wakes to the ever-present rumble of waves against the shore outside.
The sound rolls across the walls of the cave like a heartbeat of its own - the breathing of the world. It seeps into the very stone, a hum that's never quiet distant enough to ever fall deaf to.
The ocean is in his blood.
Marko opens his eyes.
The roost is as it always is - velvety dark, the smell of salt and old wood and his pack in his nose when he takes his first breath of the night. He raises his arms from their bracing cross, letting his hands unfurl and his arms drop with gravity. His back arches, tensing muscles and flexing bone, a wonderful stretch.
He's not the last up, but he is later. He can tell. Some, supernatural sense giving time not numbers, but a feeling. Like sensing the turn of the world. It's early, but the night is moving on.
Marko glances to the side, and sees Dwayne still wrapped in himself, unmoving in his slumber. He's the only other around.
Marko's grin is little and sharp. He moves his feet, sidling his way over to his packmate a grip at a time, until he's right behind him. Close enough that his bare stomach is brushing the edges of Dwayne's coat, inches, if that, separating them.
Dwayne doesn't move, truly dead to the world.
The youngest vampire reaches out a hand, and winds a few locks of the silky, thick, long, dark hair around his fingers. He fucking adores Dwayne's hair, will absolutely start a riot if he ever decides to cut it. (Unlikely, given everything, but there's always the terrible possibility.)
His teeth flash in the darkness.
He tightens his grip, and in one motion as liquid as water over smooth rocks, pulls Dwayne's head back, and bites.
Blood bursts in two little pricks across his tongue, cold and rich, pack blood - not nearly enough to be in anyway satisfying or a danger, but more than enough for its intended effect, which is nigh instantaneous. Dwayne's eyes snap open with a golden glitter, and he swings about with a guttural snarl, his own teeth dropped and claws out.
"You little fucker-!"
Marko howls with delight as the utter, sheer annoyance in the packbond sears into his head. He pulls back, letting himself drop from the roost bars and landing catlike on the dirt floor. Dwayne isn't far behind, bounding after him to do horrible, terrible things to Marko once he catches him.
His laughter and Dwayne's sleepy, irritated grumbling echo across the nest.
2.
Waking up flat isn't very common. Star's bednest is in the main antechamber of the caves, and the sunlight filters in too much to risk trying to actually sleep there. Not to mention she hates having anyone else in her bed. (Including Laddie for that matter.) And anyway, it's not like she has anything Marko's interested in spending a night in the bed.
Star doesn't, that is.
Marko blinks his eyes open. It's still night, though late into it, and the hall of the main chamber is dim, the fires in the bins having burned low a while ago. In the dark, there is the feeling of bunched sheets. A draft breezes over cool skin, where the blood had long since settled from the firey heights. Marko's nose is at a neck littered with marks, and he drags it up a jaw, to an ear.
Paul mutters something incoherent as he tries to burrow his head further into the mass of pillows, trying to hide from Marko.
He doesn't let him. He smiles, and presses lips against the marks he'd made before. Paul sighs. Marko flicks out his tongue and laves over a couple particularly dark ones, where the indent of teeth had turned deadly sharp. Paul's breath hitches. The ghost of salt and iron seeps through Marko's mouth.
Always hungry, always wanting more.
Marko braces his arm across Paul's shoulders, and swings his leg up. Bare in the night, he straddles thin hips, looking down the long body before him, the bites and claw marks. They'll fade soon enough, but for now he's pleased with his night's work. Paul blinks the lingering nap out of his eyes, and stares up at Marko, face open and innocent, and so. Fucking.
Those blond eyebrows quirk.
"Y'alright?" Paul mumbles. He moves his hand, as if to reach out and touch him, touch Marko's face and the line between his eyebrows.
He doesn't let him. Marko takes hold of that hand, and laces their fingers together as he does, bringing it back down to the mattress, the soft pile of things that they've made a perfect mess of. (Blood mingles with other things in stains on the bedding, and they'll get more than an earful later, but right now, it's perfect. Exactly what Marko wants.
Rather than answer, Marko merely lowers himself so he can rest his head on Paul's chest, below his collar bones. Right over his heart. Inside, it sits, so still, so dead. A beat maybe only every other minute or so, keeping unnatural time.
That blood is in Marko's veins, until it's not. Until none of it is.
Normally, this would be the part where Paul get's squirmy, not really liking being weighted down like this, and Marko usually lets him up. But, tonight, be it Marko's lack of response, or the later hour of the night (early hour of the morning?) Paul clicks in the back of his throat and squeezes Marko's hands in his a little tighter.
Leans forward to press a quick kiss to Marko's forehead.
Marko shuts his eyes again, and lets the darkness of the cave fade back into the blackness of rest. He'll have to get up again soon so they can go to sleep properly, but right now, in the bednest, with Paul, between them, this is good.
3.
Its not waking up in the sense that he was ever asleep.
Awareness creeps in in fits and starts. First one sensation, and then another, until they're overlapping and intertwining with each other in such a way that Marko wishes a little like he could go back, to the place he was before this.
The stone of the ground under his legs where he's say is hard, uneven. Little stones leave marks in his skin, through the layers of jeans and chaps. He hadn't noticed them before, and they're like the teeth of the cave itself, biting into him in a shade of what inhabits it.
His head jostles a little as the knee under it moves him, purposefully getting his attention. It had begun to wander again, and it could tell.
"Hey."
A word. Words. Words mean things, and the understanding of this novel concept garners an amused laugh from above him, from above the knee where Marko wants to press his face. Wants to follows the call of the blood under the skin under the thick denim of the pants and ask for more, please, please...
"No."
Marko stops.
The word is like a beam of light through his cottony head, both in hearing it aloud and in the way the meaning cuts through the bond. Marko freezes. One hand had been creeping upwards, up the clothed calf, from the leather boot, the other gripping the opposite knee to get a better hold and fit himself between those legs-
But he cannot. Not now.
Marko's eyes snap upwards with that word, and ocean blue eyes meet ice.
David stares down at him, sitting upwards in the wheelchair, back straight, but, relaxed still. He's god one arm draped over one armrest, bare hand tapping a pale finger against the end, and the other is braced on the other rest, curled fist against his head where he's leaned. Looking down at Marko. Watching him.
Marko turns his face, to rub a cheek against his leg.
David's lips twitch, and Marko feels the pleasure leak into his head like blood staining water.
"You're pushing."
He is, and he knows that. Marko watches David's face as he opens his mouth and runs a wet tongue over the black jeans, above the knee. Mouthing in a pantomime of what he wants.
David's eyes narrow, shards of burning cold that mark his every move and determine just how much he'll allow.
Marko slips the points of fangs into the weave of the fabric, just enough to catch, and faster than a blink, a clawed hand is in Marko's hair.
The pull at his scalp is exquisite. Marko hisses as his head is yanked up to expose his teeth in a grimace. He lets David feel it too, in each other's heads, and this close, he can see the black of the other vampire's pupils widen.
"Are you going to be good, or do I need to put you back down?"
As if he really needs to ask that. As if David doesn't know this game as well as Marko does, and knows that every action Marko takes, is to garner a reaction from David.
But...but.
Marko supposes that tonight, the thought of continuing this particular play ends up feeling like too much. If he kept going, he'd have to get up. Get off his knees, move, speak. He'd have to be...here.
Not tonight.
David sees the change in his face, and feels the shift in the bond. The hand in Marko's hair goes gentle, and the challenging glint in his eyes fades to something softer. The ice melts just a little, and Marko lets the cooling tide of their attention wash over him and start to pull him under again.
He relaxes against the leg again, and lets David toy with a lock of hair, his bare hand - the bad one - rest on his head.
The moments tick by, in breaths not taken, and time uncounted.
Marko closes his eyes again.
4.
The blood on Paul's hands mixes with the dirt from the grave.
Dwayne watches as those fingers dig into the soft earth they'd just exhumed and then gently, lovingly, scooped back into place. Good, living soil, to hold him.
To heal him.
"He's there," Paul whispers into the utter silence of the cave.
Dwayne nods, just a little. "Yeah, he is."
David says nothing. David stands over the pair as they kneel by the hidden mound.
This night, Marko will not wake up.
But they will be here when he does.
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