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New Victim
Paring: Wednesday Addams x Reader
Summary: Enid tells you about a new student that arrived to nevermore. You canât help, but tease Wednesday, to get a reaction out of her.
Warning: Profanity
Authors note: Reader kinda likes to tease people, and I havenât watched this show since 2022đ¤
Enid(your bestfriend), and you were currently eating lunch together. You listened to Enid as she spoke about her new, odd, roommate called, Wednesday Addams.
âSo, Y/N! I have this new roomie, and well, sheâs quite interesting if I do say so myself,â Enid chuckled as she took another bite out of her lunch.
âWhat do you mean by âinterestingâ Enid?â You said as you made quotation marks in the air.
Enid sallowed the bite she was chewing on, and looked at you. âI mean, sheâs not ordinary. And there absolutely nothing wrong with that! We all arenât ordinary, but sheâs just different in some type of way.â
You listened intently, âI somewhat understand. No need to explain any further. Also speaking of Wednesday, where is she? Itâs lunch timeâ
âSheâs probably in her dorm! She always eats in there.â
You smirked deviously
âYou know what would be funny?
Enid smirked along with you
âY/N, whatever youâre planning Iâm all in for it.â
Enid was like your partner in crime.
âI should totally go and annoy, Addams!â
Enidâs smile slightly faded. âYou sure thatâs a good idea? Wends, is kinda intimidating,â
You rolled your eyes at your friendâs statement, âHow bad can it be? Your roommate might need some company, donât you think?â
Enid sighed âYeah, Y/N, Iâm not so sure about this.â
âFinee. I guess Iâll just do it by myself. Have fun talking to Yoko, or Ajax, or something,â You said as you got off of her seat and threw away your trash as you headed to, Ophelia Hall.
You already knew where Enidâs dorm was since you been there before, but you never had met this âWednesday Addamsâ before.
You finally arrived in front of the door room. You took a deep breath in, and opened the door.
You were met with a room clearly decorated differently since the last time you been here.
You saw a short girl with braided pigtails, sitting at the black side of the room. You canât really tell what sheâs doing, but she didnât even care to look of who just walked in.
âWhat is it exactly that you want.â
Wow. Enid wasnât kidding. She was intimidating. Her voice sent shivers down your spine, but you talked to people like this. You can handle it!
âAh, you must be the âWednesday Addamsâ everybodyâs talking about. Iâm-â
Wednesday cut you off, âI didnât ask for a whole speech. You are yet to respond to my question.â She said with a cold voice
This bitch. How rude.
âOkay, asshole. To answer your question that you so much wanted, I was only here to be nice, and welcome you. At least Iâm not the one isolating myself.â
Wednesday finally turned to look at you.
âWas your use of profanity really necessary. I also wouldnât call it âisolating.â I prefer to be alone.â
You laughed, âYeah, yeah whatever makes you sleep at night.â
âActually having thoughts of people suffering makes me sleep at night. I find it quite calming,â Wednesday said without any hesitation.
Okay now you fully understand what Enid meant by, ânot ordinary roommate.â
âThanks for oversharing that even though I didnât ask for it.â
Wednesday turned back around to her desk, and there was silence for a few minutes.
The smirk you had before when talking to Enid came back.
âYouâre quite interesting, Addams. Also quite the cute one too.â
Wednesday looked back at you with an confused expression
âWas that your attempt to try, and flirt?â
You giggled as your eyes never left hers, âPerhaps. Is it working?â
She groaned out of annoyance, and got up from her chair as she stood closer to you.
âYou think too low of me. Why is it your mission to go bother me.â
You took a step closer to Wednesday Addams.
âI just find teasing someone like you, entertaining.â
Wednesday would be lying if she said that the proximity of yours faces didnât make her whole entire body turn hot.
She was usually cold
Lunch time ended some time ago so Enid walked into the room. Seeing you and Wednesday standing close to each other.
You with your signature grin and Wednesday having always that icy expression on her face.
âGuys? Is everything alright?â Enid said tilting her head.
You both went ahead and turned your heads to Enid.
You decided to speak first, âYeah I was just heading out. Iâll catch you later, Enid and Wednesdayâ
You looked at Wednesday, and had a grin on your face as you left their dorm to head back to yours.
Wednesday couldnât help but walk back over to the desk and finish whatever she was doing before she got interrupted by you.
But unfortunately, you didnât leave her mind. Why would you even want to tease her like that. Did you not find her scary like other students do?
Feelings are Wednesdayâs worst enemy.
#jenna ortega#wlw#wednesday x reader#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#teasing#flirting#annoying#close proximity#reader insert#jenna ortega x y/n#wednesday netflix#wednesday x you#wednesday x y/n
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i've gotta program something soon...
#my posts#gets computer science degree#proceeds to do no programming for 4 months#i have like a few programming ideas but starting things is hard#i want to play with godot more it seems fun#i should probably also learn C++ for job reasons since i want to get into lower level/embedded stuff and only know C and rust#i guess the problem there is i'd have to like come up with a project to learn it with#preferably something lower level#maybe finally do that make your own file system project i skipped?#or like something with compression and parsing file formats#that's all pretty involved though so something like playing with godot would probably be better to get myself back in the programming mood#some sort of silly 2d game probably#i've had thoughts of making a silly little yume nikki-like for my friends to play that could be fun#or just any silly little game for just my friends idk#starting with gamemaker kinda made using other game engines a bit weird for me#so getting used to how more normal game engines work would probably be useful#i also want to mess with 3d games that seems fun too#but see the problem with all of this is that i suck at starting projects#and am even worse at actually finishing them#well i guess we'll see what happens?#also hi if you read all of this lol
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#TBH the world needs more incredible powers with ridiculous drawbacks #like you can shoot lightning from your hands but only if you have a 9v battery in your mouth #or you can walk through walls but only on Wednesdays #or you can control people's minds but only if they happen to be thinking about bagels #or you're completely invulnerable but only when you have a sign saying 'kick me I'm stupid' scotch-taped to your back tags by âŹď¸
Collection of me turning into random objects
#Kevin Parry#Metamorphosis#I love this idea#You could draw an universe on this#I think it's funnier when the power and the drawback don't have a logical connection#Like the bagel mind control#Also kinda works in a 'do you prefer' idea#Like 'you can make any electronics device obey you but your arms are twelve feet long'#'You never get sick but everywhere you go there are 30 ducks following you'
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I need, need need neeeeed to know who you would picture bar owner price with đŠ picturing bar owner price has me week in the knees. I need more, how would he be around the bar when he was there? Supporting, bossy,silly? The possibilities are endless. đĽ°
I'm loving how people are requesting things for the rest of the 141!!
Bar Owner!Price isn't there every day, and most often not during the actual shift. He's there some mornings, already at his desk on the floor above the pub, setting up the next inventory order and dealing out everyone's tips before Simon climbs down from his flat on the third floor. They both grunt at each other, tired and in need of a hot breakfast and some tea.
He helps set up for the shift - he likes being in the kitchen with Soap. He feels bad the man is back there all by himself, even though he says he doesn't mind it. "I get to cuss 'n bitch all I want back 'ere, sir." Still, Price spends a majority of his time back there with him, prepping burger patties and making sure everything is stocked and ready. Gets on his case about updating the menu, but Soap insists the customers like it the way it is.
Price makes an appearance on the floor every now and then, opting to help run food or bartend on the busier nights. He checks in with the regulars, leaning his forearms on the bar with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, laughing and chatting with them and occasionally offering to refill their drinks. Simon grumbles quietly about him being in the way, but Price doesn't take it to heart.
He doesn't stay late. John isn't that old, but he likes to be back at home by a decent hour. One ruined sleep schedule and he's a shot for the rest of the week. He likes to get back to his flat, make himself a sandwich and pour himself some whiskey, and be on on his sofa and reading his book no later than ten in the evening. Routines have always been a part of his military career, and what can he say? Old habits really fo die hard.
Then you came along.
You didn't just rock Simon's world - you'd gotten Price, too. Though introductions could have been smoother (you nearly beat him with a keg when he came in through the back door and scared you), he's grown fond of you. First, as a hard worker and go-getter; then, as a pretty little waitress with a dazzling smile that likes to keep him on his toes. You love poking fun at him, calling him "bossman" or "barmaster" (doesn't make sense to him, since he's hardly behind the bar - but he finds it cute). You tease him for the way he runs your food, then gets stuck at the table for five minutes just chatting up the customers. You ask him things like, "Who do you prefer, Cardi B or Nicki Minaj?" And laugh when he just stares at you with a furrowed brow. He'll happily let you tease him for being an "old" man just to hear your laughter.
Then Simon sent that photo in the group chat, and Price felt something stir in his chest: looking at you, posing all prettily for your picture, working to push your little idea out there and bring in a crowd. He's impressed, but he's also intrigued. He's got his sights on you, and he's dying to figure out more about his waitress.
"'S the post making any headway?" He asks one night, leaning on the bar next to where you sit. Your tips are finished, money waded into the pocket of your apron as you scroll on your phone, sipping on a screwdriver.
"Kinda..." You mumble, a pout on your face, creasing the skin between your eyebrows. "People are seeing it, and there are a few likes, but no one's really engaging. Not sure if this will do well."
Price hums thoughtfully, looking at your lips while you stare at your screen. He's holding back the urge to lean in and take a whiff of your perfume, afraid it might seem just a bit too strange. "Have you tried promoting it?"
You look at him, laying your phone on the bar top. "Well... I could, but..." You wanted to finish with 'it would cost money'. But then, you'd be insinuating that you expected him to pay you. You could boost the post yourself, but you'd rather not spend money on something that might flop.
"'S there a problem?" Price asked, leaning in closer to you.
"I mean... promoting a post costs some money. Like, for it to be advertised to five hundred people, you'd pay around one fifty. And I think, depending on how far you wanted the post to reach - like, literally, how big of a geographic area - that would cost even more."
Price chuckles. "You do realize how much business you've brought in since you've joined the team, hmm?"
That makes your cheeks warm, pressing your lips into a line to avoid grinning like an idiot at the compliment. "I mean... sure..."
"Go upstairs to the office and get my wallet." he says, standing up from his seat at the bar.
You watch with a stupefied expression as he walks to the POS and prints some blank receipt paper. "You- you mean it? Are you sure?"
He sits on a barstool near the kitchen door. "Wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Hurry up- before I change my mind."
You don't need to be told twice. You drop your phone onto the bar and bolt towards the stairs - you stop yourself, running back to where Price sits and hugging him from behind. He lets out a surprise grunt as you do your best to smother him.
"You're the best boss ever!" you squeal. Then, just like that - you're off to the office upstairs. He preens over the compliment as he hears you leaping two steps at a time.
"Be careful." he calls over his shoulder. He sits there a moment, staring at the paper in front of him. He's surprised he hadn't accidentally thrown you off of him purely out of instinct, but he can't say he isn't absolutely delighted by the hug. It lingers in his mind, his chest still remembering your arms around him. He shakes his head, reaching forward to grab a pen from behind the bar.
His eyes meet Simon's - the man is glaring daggers, his head framed by the window in the kitchen door, mask hanging from his ear. His lips are pulled down into quite possibly the angriest frown Price has ever seen. His nostrils flare as he exhales - Price wonders what sort of insults are flying through the bartender's head right now.
He glares right back. If Simon wants something, he'll give it to him. But he'll make him ask for it, like any normal human being. John isn't going to surrender just because Ghost is huffing and puffing, expecting his boss to back away from you just because he's stomping his foot and looking menacing. But how can he be sure that Simon really wants you, more than he thinks Price deserves you, if the lad won't say anything? It's only reasonable, right?
"If you want something, Simon, say something." Price calls out, never backing down from Simon's jealous gaze.
He huffs again and disappears from the kitchen window. Price can hear shuffling and banging, followed by Soap's irritated voice: "Oi, I got it! Get yourself outta my kitchen n' go your own shite, 'fore you break my stuff."
Price sighs, scribbling down some numbers on the paper in front of him. He'll cave, eventually.
#bartender ghost#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley#ghost x reader#ghost x you#ghost#cod#ghost cod#call of duty#cod x reader
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DP x DC prompt [11]
Vlad is planning something big, something powerful and heâs using his wealth and connections to make it happen. Danny realizes that his parents' tech and his friend's aid isnât going to cut it, and brute forcing the matter as Phantom is just going to ruin his reputation permanently.
What he needs is another different fruitloop, and thankfully for him the world is pretty damn full of them.
but he needs a very specific fruitloop, the one with a big company, advanced high end tech, so much money they donât really know what to do with it and preferably they gotta be an absent figure, because Danny is on a mission, heâs not looking to get a new parent (he has his own)
and after some searching he finds his guy
Oliver Queen
Now he just needs to get in on that, and he decides to do that by using what little he managed to remember from Vladâs âyou will be the heir of Dalv,coâ rants and Samâs ideas on environmentalism. cause Queen apparently cares a lot about giving back to the little guy.
Which is great! very important, even if his business kinda suffers from how he goes about it (but Danny can help with that! somehow! heâll figure it out, canât be that hard)Â
We canât all be Brucie Wayne, but we certainly can try. Â
So anyway, shouldnât be too hard, heâs got some history in the field of environment stuff what with the whole purple back gorilla thing.
and Ollie takes one good look at this smart enthusiastic black haired blue eyed teen and is like, âoh neat! my very own Tim Drake Wayneâ and he just goes with it.
Dannyâs hidden power of drawing in rich people is truly something to beholdâŚ
Oliver is more than happy to just let Danny do whatever he wants as long as it doesnât break the law or look bad on him, and no drugs, he was very clear on that.
and Danny is like great, I can now work on undermining Vlad and ruin his plans!
but then⌠DinahâŚ
âOliver Jonas Queen!â
oh shit, full namedâŚ
âYou are not going to do a repeat of Roy!â
Dinah is very effective, and the whole thing starts small enough.
Oliver personally shows him around in the company, makes sure to introduce him to the important folks.
that evolves into occasionally checking up on him, making sure he takes the appropriate amount of breaks.
then he takes him to a baseball match, he had multiple tickets⌠would have been a waste to refuse.
Then Dinah insists he tags along for dinner in a restaurant (there were some others, it was actually not awkward at all somehow, quite nice really), this grows into dinner at the penthouse.
It's when Oliver expresses the desire to teach Danny archery, telling him there are a lot of things in the sport that are also applicable to business stuff that Danny comes to a sudden and violent realization.
He's being parented!
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#oliver queen#green arrow#dinah lance#black canary#I don't really know anything about Green Arrow#which might be super obvious#but this idea (roughly) has been stuck in my head for a while now#and I needed to get it out
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Sundered 2: EMBERS
Pairing: Gojo x reader
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Alt. Ending
Genre:Â Angst
tags/cw:Â angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, implied pregnancy, mentions of abortion
word count: 5.4k
a/n: it's not sad.
Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.
Each step that you take away from Satoruâs house feels like a stomp to your already broken heart. Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the waterlines of your eyes start to get hot and itch. You recalled the noises and laughs that you heard from them while you walked out of their door.Â
They have no idea how much you want to get down on your knees and beg them not to take away the only thing you have left.Â
Your feet feel heavy with each stride you make toward your car. You could taste blood inside your mouth as you bit your inner lip to channel the pain away from your heart and to your body instead. You found yourself looking for answers on why all of this has to happen to you. As if being replaced by the man you love so easily and having to see how he treats someone else a thousand times better than you were not enough, you also have to witness your own flesh and blood turn away from you. Am I really that far behind that woman?
Is she that much better that even my own child prefers her over me?
You placed your hands on the steering wheel, looking down at your lap as you let the tears fall. You kept glancing over at the gate, hoping that Satoru would come out, running with your baby in his arms. Yet, you donât want him to see you crying miserably. You swallowed thickly, letting out a large breath in an attempt to get rid of the painfully heavy feeling in your chest.
Driving away was numbing, and all sorts of thoughts ran inside your mind. But above all of them, your eyes were focused on the toy store as it got bigger in your view. You wondered about what you could get your little love to at least make her smile when she comes home. You remembered how your gift to her, her favorite bear that she used to hug as she sleeps ever since she was an infant, was cast aside as she clings to her new ones.Â
Is that a foreshadowing of how youâd end up being in her life? It scared you.
Reaching the parking lot of the store, you looked at yourself in the car mirror, noticing your bloodshot eyes. You inhaled and let a big breath out slowly, puffing your cheeks as you assured yourself that itâll be fine when she comes home later. Your head hurts so much but you canât afford to care, stepping out of your car and heading to the front door of the store. The first thing you saw was a pregnant, young lady checking baby books.Â
She reminded you of yourself when you were still pregnant with Yui; curious about everything, eager to learn, and all was about the baby. You admit that it wasnât like that at first, given that you were young and had to drop out of college at that time. You were anxious, torn between decisions, and terrified of what life would be like for you from that point in time. During that period, you and Satoru were ignorant but trying hard to figure everything out.
You met Satoru at a nightclub where you worked as a bartender. He was flashy, and women just flock to him as if it was the most natural thing to do around him but that night, his eyes were on you. What with persistent offers of buying you drinks and talking to your manager to let you off early for the night, you ended up in a luxurious hotel suite with him.Â
He even wrote his number on the price tag of the fancy lingerie set that he bought you after he ruined the one you were wearing the previous night. He was joking that youâll never get enough so heâs providing you his contact for next time. You thought that would be the end of it. You didnât think that it was just fate giving you a helping hand in advance because youâd end up with a child together.Â
You consider it a dumb mistake. You know that Plan Bs exist. But with a working student like you who couldnât even have time to get a proper boyfriend, it slipped your mind. The first thing you did after you got the results was call Satoru. You thanked the heavens that he wasnât seeing anyone, and that he remembers you. It was a tense meeting, what with you asking if he wants you to abort the fetus. Next thing you know, you two were already dealing with your mood swings.Â
âLook, I really want to work this out with you, Y/N. For the baby.â Satoru sighed, slamming the door behind him as he watched you sit on your old couch. You lean your elbows on your knees as you covered your face with your hands, harshly running them down your cheeks to wipe away the big, fat tears that fell from your eyes. There are just so many things going on with your life.Â
âIâm only 21, Satoru. I got my whole life ahead of me.â You looked up at his tall figure, frustration was evident in your eyes. You can tell that he was also distressed. His hair was messy, his jaw was clenched tightly, and even if you cannot see behind his tinted glasses, you can tell that he hasnât been getting enough sleep. The dark half-circles under his eyes and the redness in them show just how exhausted and disquieted he has been in the past few days.
Satoruâs five years older than you. He was born to a rich family of politicians who don't and probably will never need support from him or the other younger generations in their household. He has a stable source of income, he could probably make life investments that could cover your yearly living expenses. He has nothing to worry about, he wonât be dropping anything if he decides to take in another mouth to feed. But youâŚ
Youâre basically your motherâs retirement plan and now you got pregnant with a kid of a man you barely know. âY/N, listen to me.â He got down on his knees in front of you, trying to take your hands off of your face as you sob, struggling to catch your breath. Whatâs going to happen to you now? You didnât even get to finish the degree that your mother was working her ass off day and night for.
âYou wonât have to worry about anything, you know? Iâll handle everything you needââ He trailed, trying to calm you down as he gently grabbed your forearms. âYou donât understand!â You cut him off, snatching your hands away, aggravated that heâs not thinking about how it could affect everything in your life. âThen, what the fuck do you want to do?!â You flinched as he raised his voice at you, breathing hard as he backed away.
âYou think youâre the only one whoâs going to be affected by this? You think youâre the only one whoâs being robbed of another future! Open your fucking eyes, stop being selfish!â Satoru snapped back, harshly taking his glasses off before throwing it across the room. You started to cry, whimpering as you used the collar of your shirt to wipe your tears away.
âIâm scared, Satoru. Iâm just so scared. I canât even take care of myself, how am I supposed to raise a childâŚâ You broke down, turning your body away from him. There was a long pause, a moment of pure silence, save from your sniffs and Satoruâs ragged breathing.Â
You felt the couch dip as he sat down before pulling you to him, letting you cry on his chest. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry.â You would be lying if you said that the back rub, the temple kisses, and his whispers of reassurance didnât calm you down. Those thoughts were recurring in your head and now that you finally let it all out and got answers from him, you were soothed.
You blinked hard, shaking your head to get out of your trance. You went straight to the dolls section. You canât believe you just had a flashback of Satoru comforting you in the warmth of his chest. Your mouth started to twitch, wishing that he held you like that earlier when his girlfriend was slapping into your face that theyâre gonna give your child siblings. It shouldnât hurt you, but it still did. You realized that this girl, this woman is gonna have everything you wish you had with Satoru.
You walked past the kiddie pools and trampoline section, stopping when you saw a playpen, almost similar to the one Satoru bought for your little girl but smaller. The size doesnât really matter though, because you know that you donât have enough space in your place for something so big, anyway.Â
Going closer to check the prices, you bit your lip as your eyebrows bumped together. You were calculating your monthly expenses along with the money for your savings in case of emergency. Itâs expensive but youâre determined to cut back just to buy it. You kept your eyes on the tag as you took half a step away from it but your back was met by something, or rather someone behind you.
âItâs not cheap, is it?â A manâs deep voice boomed as you turned around, but your eyes were met by a broad chest. Heâs big, you thought. Heâs literally blocking your view. It didnât help that you were short enough to have to look up to see his face. He was also staring at the playpen as he held the pushcart beside him.
âY-yeahâŚâ You answered, a bit awkward as you found yourself admiring the guy. You admired fathers who are active when it comes to their children. You grew up without a father so, you just found it endearing. You looked away from the man, gritting your teeth as an image of Satoru and his girlfriend shopping for baby things appeared before your eyes for a split second.
âExcuse me, sir. I still have to buy my daughter a gift.â You bowed slightly before turning away. He just nodded his head, too occupied to even look at you. You proceeded to check out the little dolls, hoping that youâd find something thatâll really catch your daughterâs eye. Picking up a dark-haired baby doll with big blue eyes sitting on a stroller, you smiled as you remembered how it has the same eyes as your baby.
You went to pay for the doll, and your heart was filled with joy despite the throbbing pain in your skull and the hot feeling behind your eyes. You reminded yourself not to forget to take your medicine. Thinking about getting sick and having to leave your child for a couple of days with them again makes you anxious, afraid that sheâll never want to go home to you again.Â
You hurriedly went home, driving in the midst of the rain. You put the little doll on the chair, ready to surprise your baby girl when she comes back. You had to bear with the time, constantly checking your phone if your little girl and her dad are on the way to you. Your heart swelled at the thought.Â
Though, you know that youâll never be the one he comes home to, itâs still nice to think about.Â
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âShe really called me Mama.â Naomi giggled as she kissed his daughterâs cheek. Satoru smiled, watching them play together warms his heart. It made him feel like he was staring at his family even if he knows that his daughter isnât hers. He pursed his lips, remembering the look in your eyes at what you heard the child say.
He felt conflicted, not knowing how to react to all of it. He doesnât want to embarrass his girlfriend by correcting her in front of you. But he also felt bad that he just watched you walk out that door on the verge of tears. Satoru had you memorized after all this time, it wasnât a long time but he used to watch everything you do.
âI donât think itâs a good idea, though.â Satoru sighed, shaking his head as he pushed a bit of Naomiâs hair away from her face. Her expression dropped as she adjusted the toddler in her arms. Satoru pulled her close to his side, hugging her waist as he thought about how to explain it to her without making her feel disheartened.
âIâm worried about how Y/N will feel about it, to be honest. I donât know but it may worry her.â He kissed the side of her forehead before stepping away as he watches his daughterâs eyes look at them. He knows that sheâs still too young but he feared that sheâll get confused by all of this.Â
Like why is her father not with her mother, and why is he holding someone else?
He wondered if sheâll grow to hate him for giving up on their family. âOh, Is that soâŚI thought we were fine already.â Naomiâs voice was quiet as she bit her lip, making Satoru rethink. âItâs not that, I just think that maybe thatâs how she might feel.â Satoru took one of her hands, kissing it before rubbing his thumb on her soft skin. âNo, I understand, I got too comfortable. Iâm just a girlfriend, I shouldnât have done that.âÂ
Satoru doesnât want to make her feel like this, sheâs just really attached to his baby. He knows that Naomi adores kids, they often joke around about it, so he could see why sheâs excited about his daughter calling her Mama. Thinking about it now, maybe this shouldnât be so bad. After all, sheâs not gonna be just a girlfriend to him forever, right? Naomi is a great person, and Satoru thinks that itâs not impossible to have a future with her.
âDonât say that. Thatâs just my assumption. Sheâll tell if itâs not alright, I know. Weâre co-parenting so we have to talk about those stuff.â Three squeezes to her hands made Naomi smile sweetly at him, her eyes as kind as the stars. âYeah, discussions are important. I donât want her to feel like Iâm trying to keep her away from us.â The calmness in her voice comforted Satoru.
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After receiving a text from Satoru, you found yourself staring at the mirror, retouching your makeup like itâs gonna make him fall for you. Hopeless. Not long after, the doorbell rang and you dashed to the door. There, Satoru stood with Yui asleep on his shoulders. You took her bags, along with the teddy bear that she was hugging to her chest. Seeing her holding it again made you feel relieved.
âAre you feeling better now?â Satoru inquired, walking past you to put your kid in her little bed. You hummed in response, âSheâs full, donât give her any more milk. Naomi fed her before she fell asleep.â Her again. You thought as the small smile on your face dissipated. Youâre just thankful that he didnât take her with them here.
There was a moment of silence as the two of you watched your daughter sleep peacefully. A sigh escaped Satoruâs lips before he turned to you. He was about to say something, but closed his mouth, thinking. You took a deep breath, pursing your lips as you collected your thoughts. You started to rub your hands together, trying to get rid of the cold feeling on your fingertips.
Your communication issues with Satoru only worsened when he got a girlfriend. Seeing how he is with her made you doubt the importance of your words to him. Itâs like if you get stuck in a room together with her and something happens, youâre almost certain that heâd accuse you first. You wouldnât admit it but you yearn for him. You yearn for the way he acts towards her. You yearn for the things he does for her.Â
You yearn for the things he so easily, willingly offer to her; things you had to beg for when you were still together.
âSatoru, I just want to askâŚSince when did Yui start to call Naomi Mama?â You looked at the ground, somewhat embarrassed of your question but canât pinpoint why. It just made you feelâŚweak and insecure. And you are that. But you canât let Satoru see it. You donât want him to feel even more sorry for you. You can see it in his and his girlfriendâs eyes whenever they look at you. They probably pity you and the state you are in.Â
Alone. With no one to hold your pieces together but you.
âI donât really remember. Look, I was going to mention thatâŚâ Satoru trailed, looking everywhere but you. He probably noticed your discomfort earlier. âI know it doesnât seem right to you because sheâs just my girlfriend butâŚâ Hereâs the âbutâ again. How come he can always find the good when it comes to her, even when she literally did you so wrong by letting your daughter call her Mama and even acting like one in front of you?
Ever since Satoru got a girlfriend, arguing with him started to feel like fighting in a war without any type of armor in your body. How are supposed to stand strong, when the fact that heâll always be on her side was your weakness? There were times when you wanted to fight for yourself but you couldnât bear to because you know that he was shielding her from everything, heedlessly deserting you.
âI didnât really appreciate it. I mean⌠I-I just think sheâs not in the place toââ You thought the words you chose to describe the situation were too risky when you were cut off by Satoru, taking his glasses off. You canât read him but heâs looking at you with that apologetic gaze again. His face was filled with contrite and you canât quite understand why. But like a mouse sensing danger, you wanted to run away.
âIâŚIâm thinking about proposing to Naomi.â It shouldnât hurt. You told yourself again. You donât have the right to feel hurt. This man disrespected you, hurt you, and made you feel so incredibly small yet here you are, wishing you were the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. âI know sheâs just my girlfriend now, but itâs bound to change.â You suddenly just wanted him to leave. âSheâŚsheâd like to ask for permission to let our daughter call her Mom. You know she treats Yui like sheâs herââÂ
âI donât want to.â You whispered firmly through gritted teeth, cutting Satoru off. You donât wanna hear it anymore. You canât go through that again and you canât let that happen again. âYui is my daughter, and I donât want her calling anyone else Mama.â You looked up at him with glassy eyes before turning away to walk out of the room, not wanting to startle the toddler from her slumber. Satoru was instantly on your tail, calling your name.
âSheâs my daughter, too. Y/n, what is wrong? I know that you have your limitations and thatâs why Iâm here to talk about it with you, but why are you acting like this?â He walked closer to you, trying to catch your eyes. âI know itâs not just about this, I know youâve been having problems with her but give a reason, at least. Sheâs been nothing but good to our kid. â Itâs getting hard for you to breathe as you tried to process your emotions and his questions.
You proceeded to the kitchen, hurrying to grab yourself a bottle of water before you collapse, but failing terribly when Satoru spoke the next sentence âY/N, we all have to adjust, donât be unfair to her, she doesnât deserve it.âÂ
âAnd I do?!â You shouted at him, taking him by surprise and making him take a step back.Â
âYou think she doesnât deserve any of that shit but I DO?!â You lamented, shaking your head in pain and disbelief. There were tears streaming down your face and no pattern of breathing can help you control it. You were able to keep it in when he shoved his new girlfriend in your face several months ago, but now itâs taking its toll.
You were about to get the clothes that he bought for your daughter on your way home from work but were met with a woman snuggled up to him on his couch. You hated him for allowing you to see them like that when he knows that you havenât even processed your split yet because a month before that, he was saying that he could fix his shortcomings for you and his daughter.Â
You remember how sick you felt in your stomach when he introduced her, saying that you werenât supposed to see them like that. Itâs revolting; how he thought that you were upset because of what you saw and not because he just went back on his words. Naomi kept her head down, standing in front of you as she muttered an apology before scurrying to Satoruâs room.Â
Naomi was his fatherâs new assistant and unlike you, she got to finish her studies. Despite being classmates in high school, she was three years older than you due to the frequent relocation of her family. Regardless of her tough childhood, she was known to be a smart kid. No wonder his mother approved of her in such a short amount of time.Â
You and Satoru were never perfect but it doesnât mean that you were never happy with each other before. The issues overpowered your interest in each other, making it hard for the two of you to bounce back. You admit that youâve been negligent of Satoru at a certain point of your relationship but it was only because you got tired of his ways.
He would come home late, making you stay up all night because he failed to reply when you texted him, asking him his whereabouts. Heâd be out drinking with friends, and it wasnât a problem but you just wanted him to at least let you know so wouldnât be worrying to the point that you canât even sleep.
His mother was overbearing. You got pregnant by someoneâs son in a one-night stand and thatâs all she paints you with. You were belittled and told that you canât even take care of the child properly. Hell, was she so eager for Satoru to leave you and find someone better who achieved something in life.
Consequently, this negligence led to fits of jealousy from Satoru. This drove you to quit the job you used to have after a coworker of yours who only wanted to help became the subject of his suspicions. His mother saw you getting dropped off by your friend while she was babysitting your daughter.Â
It was only because your car broke down and you donât want to bother Satoru at work. You couldnât really blame him for thinking that way because you know that heâs been feeling invisible to you which wasnât true. You just donât know how to deal with it anymore and you started to pull yourself away.
It got to the point where you couldnât even communicate how you truly feel about him because it was overshadowed by your problems. You were arrogant enough to tell him that someone could treat you right and do much better and now, look at you; standing before him and his girl. Longing for him and eating the words you spitefully told him.
Pining so intensely for something you never had to the point where you physically ache.
The memory was tormenting, heart-rending, and traumatic to you. And now you get to watch them write their happy ending while you are here, left in the dust, drowning in the feelings that will never ever get recognized and will never ever be relevant.Â
It hasnât even been a year, and heâs already planning to marry her. Heâs been nothing but better to her, yet, he couldnât even change his ways for you and your child? Couldnât he learn to truly love you after everything you endured just to be with him? You know that you have flaws, and chose some wrong steps and paths in your relationship.Â
But you canât bear to lose him like this. You know that you could have fought more for your relationship. Heâd always say that youâd work things out. So, why did he stop? How could he stop choosing you so easily?
âHow could you give her the world, yet refuse me the tiny bit of what I have left?âÂ
Your voice was small as you backed away, defeated. Satoru couldnât move. From everything that has happened that morning, he could tell that youâve been on edge. To Satoru, the only thing that connects you to him is his daughter. He refuses to believe that after all of that, you can still make it work.
At least, thatâs the realization he came about when he met Naomi. She taught him that love isnât supposed to be strenuous, it isnât always about fighting. Within his tumultuous relationship with you, she came around and showed him that heâs seen. That his feelings are valid. He came to the conclusion that maybe he just wanted to love you because you have a child together.Â
âTiny bit?â He asked, frustrated that you just wonât let this go easily, irked that you always think youâre the only one having a hard time. If Satoruâs being honest, heâs just tired of it all. He just wants you to understand his point and get it over with. But now youâre crying in front of him and again, he doesnât know what to do. He canât even think of the right things to say or the right decisions to make. Itâs like itâs all back to square one with you.
âYou call it âtiny bitâ when I couldnât even live my life because of you?! Iâve given everything, Y/N! I just want to be at peace with everything and Iâm obviously not having it with you!â You couldnât even breathe through the piercing ache in your chest from the daggers that are coming out of his mouth. Your hand reached over to your chest, grasping your shirt as his every word irreversibly pulverized your already wounded heart.
âI wish I never met you that night and I wish I never had Yui with you. Youâre a thorn in my side, Y/N!â By the time he finished screaming at you, you were shaking like a leaf, grabbing a chair beside your table as your wide eyes stared at him in shock. Grief, mortification, and agony were plastered on your face, and only then did Satoruâs words sink into him.
âY/N, Iââ Before he could even form a proper phrase, a loud cry erupted from the other room. Yui. He watched as you quickly wiped away your tears, seeing the emotions mix inside your eyes until they turned into a weeping void with all the tears pooling inside them.
âIâŚI loved you, Satoru. And I hate that even now that youâre kicking me while Iâm down for the sake of someone else, I still love you.â The crack in your voice had Satoru subconsciously moving closer to you, opening his arms to pull you into him but you were quick to flinch away, sniveling.
âPlease, justâjust go. Do whatever you want, just d-donât take Yui away. Iâm fine with it now, Satoru.â Itâs almost as though something in you died when he spoke those words to you. You donât know if he heard because you couldnât even hear yourself. You could feel the beat of your heart in your chest and each one of them sends a burning ache to your body. âJust go, please.â You whimpered as you bit your upper lip, looking down on the floor.Â
Satoru canât take his eyes off of your fragile figure as you leaned on the kitchen counter, slowly walking back to your daughterâs room. He remained unmoving until you exited the kitchen area. It was only after a few minutes that he decided to go, not bothering to wipe away the tears that rolled down his face as he listened to your muffled cries behind the closed door.
Each sob was filled with anguish that Satoru knows heâll never be able to erase.
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A few weeks later have passed yet Satoru still doesnât know what to make of himself. He couldnât focus on anything that he works on. He couldnât even workout properly, he always ends up getting angry. It was a good thing that both he and Naomi were swarmed with tasks; they didnât have time to interact any more than what their jobs would allow. If they did, Satoru isnât sure if heâll be able to focus on her. She still has time to visit every week, though. During those days, she spends her time with Satoru and sometimes, Yui.
He makes sure to free his time and himself completely when heâs with his daughter so he can give his full attention to her. Satoru picks her up from your house, same schedule as before. Sometimes itâs you, but other times, it was your mother. âAll I asked of you was to never break her, Gojo.â were the first words she spoke to him. Satoru canât look her in the eyes. Your mother was a kind woman, humble and unjudging. And to have her talking to him like that, Satoru was beyond ashamed.
He couldnât give her a reason, or an answer. All he did was apologize. Like he should. Naomi was unaware of it all and the proposal that Satoru was planning for her was set aside due to all that had happened. He just doesnât think itâs the right time to plan about it when his relationship with you is strained. Yes, youâre not together anymore but youâre still the mother of his child and he wants to be civil with you, at least.
Yui kept asking for you even when she was with him as if sensing that her Mama was hurting. Sheâs always carrying the new doll that you bought for her. Satoru once asked her if you cry and she would simply shake her head. He gets nothing out of it, of course, sheâs just a kid. But who else could he ask?
Satoru has no idea what you have been doing. He knows that you go to work, but other than that, heâs clueless about the places you go to and why your mother started babysitting his daughter more during the past few days. Satoru thought that maybe you just canât stand seeing him anymore and is refusing to face him whenever he picks his daughter up. You have every right and reason to despise him, after all.
So, now he stands on the other side of your door, wondering if heâll get to see your face this time or be welcomed with the frowning face of your mother. He knocked three times, like he always does, adjusting the collar of his shirt. To his surprise, it wasnât any of the two women he was expecting holding the door open for him.Â
âWho are you?â A shirtless man with a muscular build stood before Satoru, a curious yet accusatory gaze scanned him like he was an intruder in his own womanâs home. He leaned on his tattooed arm against the doorframe, blocking the tiny view he has of the inside. It pissed him off, clenching his jaw for a few seconds before speaking.
âWho are you?â Satoru bit back, raising his brows in an attempt to intimidate the guy. Heâs only a couple of centimeters taller than the stranger but heâs bigger. It wasnât a big deal to him until the man opened the door wider. A short, deep chuckle escaped his lips before a smug smirk appeared on his face.Â
Tilting his head, the man gave Satoru a clear look at the scratches adorning his nape and the purple and maroon marks on his jaw. It made Satoruâs blood boil, unreasonably so.
âThink you know who I am now?âÂ
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I doubt they would survive a day in their own communities. Like, have yâall ever interacted with LGBTQ+ people IRL?? Itâs really cool. Genuinely was a wonderful experience for me. Met someone who went by it/its pronouns because it saw that as the only way to distance itself from the demand to fit into boxes implanted on it by humanity. Met someone who goes by any pronouns and faer does that for the exact same reason as the person above. He and it were besties, hearing their discussions on gender was really fucking cool. Made me question my gender, I found out Iâm cis but it was still a good experience. More relevant to this post, youâve also got a pack of wild lesbians who congregated once while I was volunteering: me the youngâun (cis, she/her, femme lesbian, has sensory issues with penetration of any kind but isnât ace), an elder lesbian (bacla, she/he/siya (no preference but one of those) likes penetrative and non-penetrative sex), and a lesbian roughly between our ages (trans, she/her, about 4 months into socially transitioning, asexual). Weâre just...talking about being lesbians and our differing experiences. Itâs great, we taught each other a lot in the day we knew each other! Siya helped teach me about ways to explore myself and my preferences without triggering any averse reactions, I helped the trans lesbian vibe with wanting to be more gender conforming and traditionally âfeminineâ (teaching trans femmes the joys of spinning around in frilly dresses is so nice), and she helped our elder get caught up with modern gay news. We left our stations and Iâve never seen either of them again, but this shit is so fun and so much better than arguing with randos about whether or not they âcountâ as a lesbian. Imagine if I did what tiktok does and spent that whole time saying that our elder couldnât be a lesbian because siya doesnât strictly identify as a femme-aligned person or that the trans lesbian was teaching him about the âwrongâ gay news because most of it involved âbad repâ. Say what you want about cheesy cishet friendly romcom fodder, but seeing my elder beam at the idea that non-LGBTQ+ people cared about our stories on a large scale made that mediocre movie worth existing. IDK, people need to get involved in their communities (online or offline) and meet gay people outside of their immediate bubble.Â
TLDR; Iâm 90% sure people involved in gay discourse have never actually spent time around gay people outside of their immediate bubble and that makes me sad. Talk to people yâall, itâs great. 10/10, would recommend.Â
people on tiktok would never survive a day on tumblr
#I do LGBTQ+ specific volunteer work in my area so it's kinda part of my job that I know so many people#it's also part of my job that I just kinda...roll with the punches in terms of people's identities#because IDK these people and they know their identities more than me#like 'oh you're a trans dude and you're bi and you use they/he/she pronouns and you let your kids call you mom?' coolio#here have a hat we just got it in I hope you stay warm friend#like?? this is so much better than just being rude to strangers on the internet??#I get to help my community AND learn more about sexuality + gender#this is an absolute win#I am very annoyed with this person on tiktok but more than anything I'm sad for them#imagine sticking yourself into a world where people have to fit into such specific boxes in order to be considered 'normal'#or whatever this person is implying because oh my gosh that's so sad#go meet people! go expand your ideas on gender and sexuality and other aspects of identity!#I want to shake them like GO INTO THE WORLD THE WORLD IS SUCH A COOL PLACE#you don't even need to go offline just go into different communities online and get out of your immediate bubble#'he/they lesbian' ok! I'm a she/her lesbian! Are we just sharing our pronouns with our sexualities now?#and if he identifies as such then sure he can have f*ggot tattooed on him! I hope it healed well!#I hope that they feel a sense of power from that and that it makes them happy#I hope that everyone who uses slurs in a reclamatory manner gains their power back!#Just because I prefer not to doesn't make those who do any less valid!#Hence why I haven't been using the word 'queer' that often I just don't like using it#but like...why would do people think I would be pissed at people who do use it frequently? People in discourse are WEIRD#IDK I just want this person to meet more people and I hope they get the chance to do so#because a lot of baby gays start off like this until they start meeting people#this turned into a rant lol#IDK I think I just feel passionately about the wonders of human connection
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I like the scent of people but I hate the scent of sex
Like all participants can have showered until just five minutes before, done a deep clean doesn't matter
""Not all odors are bad," Sherry Ross, MD, an OB-GYN" yeah but what if I don't like them
Kids [endearing, joking] it's time to learn about your body and stis
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#legit smell might be my no 1 reason to never have sex again#i mean there are other issues that make me very much not fond of the idea that are more pressing#being ace and telling ppl because it's relevant in regards to boundaries has unfortunate effects. usually it's confusion (annoying#because then I have to answer questions or leave) and sometimes straight disinterest. which honestly is fine.#desinterest is definitely the best result#sometimes people don't get it but just accept it but that's honestly almost worse than the annoying questions because someone is avoiding#the topic instead of choosing to broaden their horizon. sure some people do their research privately but you can't do research about me#at least not about my sexuality. you can do quite some online searches about me lmao#and the third common reaction is fetishization. were people either assume I'm some innocent pure fantasy being and make up shit about me#(or about ace people in general) and if there ever is just one thing not framed well or perfectly nuanced that's a wild card for folks to#believe whatever they prefer to have heard and then if you correct anything there's more confusion and pain#because everything I say or say about myself turns into a fact fact. about everyone which is just not how it works#and the other form of fetishization (in my experience by allo cis women who have not made any experiences not getting fetishized by men#(and also misread me as a man. people's education about trans people is miserable. to a lot of cis people seemingly being non binary is an#on top label and still has you qualify as a man or woman underneath that. as if calling yourself non binary was like a lesbian calling#themselves butch. which obviously isn't an accurate comparison even if nb women and men exist.)#and with those types there comes a fetishization of being seen as respectful and not predatory which then makes you more sexually appealing#which idk kinda makes sense if you're dealing with a sexually active person that is interested in you as well#it does not make sense purely on the terms of you being attracted to someone who mentioned being ace to you. it is not about you. whether#said ace person is sexually active or not
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godddddd i have disliked becky chambers' work since long way to a small angry planet and I agree that that fish scene is SO much of what is wrong with contemporary SFF especially queer SFF. refreshing take, great review, thank you. would love to hear what authors or works you think of as the antidote to that sensibility.
The thing is, I enjoyed The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet when I first read it - it was a fun, light adventure, clearly a debut novel but I was excited to see where Chambers would go from there. And I actually really do think the sequel, A Closed and Common Orbit, was good! It did interesting things with AI personhood and identity.
... and then Chambers just kinda. Did not get better. She settled into a groove and has a set number of ideas that I feel like she hasn't broken out of, creatively. And they I M O kind of rest on an assumption that "human nature" = "how people act in suburban California."
As an antidote to that sensibility, I'd say... books where people have a real interrelationship with the land they inhabit, a sense of being present, and reciprocal obligations to that land; books that recognize that some things can never be taken back once done; books with well-drawn characters, where people have strong opinions deeply informed by their circumstances, that can't always be easily reconciled with others, and won't be brushed aside; books where these character choices matter, they impact each other, they cannot be easily gotten over, because people have obligations to each other and not-acting is a choice too.
And it's only fair that after all day of being a Hater I should rec some books I really did like.
Piranesi by Susanna Clarke - A man lives alone in an infinite House, over an equally infinite ocean. Captures the feeling that I think Monk & Robot was aiming for. Breathtaking beauty, wonder at the world, philosophy of truth, all that good stuff, and actually sticks the landing. The main character's love, attention, and care to his fantasy environment shows through in every page. (Fantasy, short novel)
Imperial Radch by Ann Leckie - An AI, the one fragment remaining of a destroyed imperial spaceship, is on a quest for revenge. Leckie gets cultural differences and multiculturalism, and conversely, what the imposition of a homogeneous culture in the name of unity means. (Space sci-fi, novel trilogy)
Machineries of Empire by Yoon Ha Lee - An army captain's insubordination is punished by giving her a near-impossible mission: to take down a rebelling, heretical sect holing up in a space fortress and defying imperial power. She gets a long dead brain-ghost of a notorious criminal downloaded into her head to help. Very, very good at making you feel like every doomed soldier was a person with a past, with a family, with feelings, with hopes and dreams and frustrations and favorites and preferences and reasons to live, right before they brutally die in a space war. Also very much about the imposition of homogeneity of culture as a force of imperialism. (Space sci-fi, novel trilogy)
The Fortunate Fall by Cameron Reed - Maya Andreyevna is a VR journalist in high-tech dystopian future Russia, and she decides to investigate the truth that the government doesn't want her to. She might die trying. It's fine. Also has digital brain-sharing, this time in a gay way. It's bleak. It's sad. It feels real. Not making a choice is a choice. Backing out is a choice. And choices have consequences. Choices reverberate through history. About responsibility. (Cyberpunk, novel)
The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez - Nia Imani is a spaceship captain, a woman out of time, a woman running from her past, and accidentally adopts a boy who has a strange power that could change the galaxy. Spaceship crew-as-found-family in the most heartbreaking of ways. Also about choices, how the choices you make and refuse to make shape you and shape the world around you. How the world is always changing around you, how the world does not stay still when you're gone, and when you come back you're the same but the world has moved on around you. About how relationships aren't always forever, and that doesn't mean they weren't important. About responsibility to others. It's a slow, sad book and does not let anyone rest on their laurels, ever. There is no end of history here. Everything is always changing, on large scales and small, and leaving you behind. (Space sci-fi, novel)
Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon by Ryoko Kui - A D&D style fantasy dungeon crawl that stops to think deeply about why there are so many dungeons full of monsters and treasure just hanging around. Here because it's an example of an author thinking through her worldbuilding a lot, and it mattering. Also because of the characters' respect for the animals they are are killing and eating, their lives and their place in the ecosystem, and the ways that humans both fuck up ecosystems with extraction and tourism, but also the ways that you can have reciprocal relationships of responsibility and care with the ecosystem you live in, even if it's considered a dangerous one. (Fantasy, manga series)
Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang and How Long 'Til Black Future Month by N. K. Jemisin and Everyone on the Moon is Essential Personnel by Julian K. Jarboe - Short story anthologies that were SO good and SO weird and rewired the way I think. If you want the kind of stuff that is like, the opposite of easy-to-digest feel-good pap, these short stories will get into your brain and make you consider stuff and look at the world from new angles. Most of them aren't particularly upbeat, but there's a lot of variety in the moods.
"Homecoming is Just Another Word for the Sublimation of the Self," "Calf Cleaving in the Benthic Black," and "Termination Stories for the Cyberpunk Dystopia Protagonist" by Isabel J. Kim - Short stories, sci-fi mostly, that twist around in my head and make me think. Kim is very good at that. Also about choices and not-making-choices, about going and staying, about taking the easy route or the hard one, about controlling the narrative.
The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells - Security robot with guns in its arms hacks itself free from its oppressive company, mostly wants to half-ass its job but gets sucked into drama, intrigue, and caring against its better judgement. This is on here because 1) I love it 2) I feel like it does for me what cozy sff so frequently fails to do - it makes me feel seen and comforted. It's hopeful and compassionate and about personal growth and finding community and finding one's place in the world, without brushing aside all problems or acting like "everybody effortlessly just gets along" is a meaningful proposal. also 3) because it is one of the few times I have yet seen characters from a hippie, pacifistic, eco-friendly, welcoming, utopian society actually act like people. The humans from Preservation are friendly, helpful, and motivated by truth and justice and compassion, because they come from a friendly, just, compassionate society, and they still actually act like real human beings with different personalities and conflicting opinions and poor reactions to stress and anger and frustration and fear and the whole range of human emotions rather than bland niceness. Also 4) I love it (space sci-fi, novella series mostly)
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Do you like people who dub your comics with real voices then or do you just not like dubs in general?ďżź
At this time, I would prefer if voice actors would not dub my work unless I asked them / am working with them.
Between the AI dubbing, the multiple repost accounts, and a few folks dubbing my comics regardless of whether I say yes or no (I've turned down or ignored most requests and videos still went up) - I've grown cold to the idea. Also, in my experience, they often credit poorly, not including links, not mentioning the series title, only typing my user name in the description as a word without context. A few dubbers also took me agreeing to one comic dub as them being allowed to dub ALL of my comics.
That being said - It's still incredibly flattering when budding voice actors ask, and the love they have for the comic is very touching. I'm exceptionally lucky to have people reach out like this, and probably seem like I'm complaining about something that is actually rad. Because having people want to contribute to your work as an artist IS rad. But when enough people seem to do it as a vehicle for their business rather than out of passion, it's weird vibes.
I hope to get back into a mindspace where it is fun again. I hope to collaborate directly with some dubbers one day, so I can make videos that fit my ideal. And I hope that nobody I turn down thinks it's their fault. There's just too many toads in the well.
I kinda wish wellness pages also didn't repost my fox + crow comics next to ads where they push ad supplement gummy yoga new age bullshit. I've also had some folks clone my instagram account to hit up people for scams. Protecting one's identity as an artist online these days is getting harder and weirder.
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nsfw smut detailed alphabet with nicholas chavez plsssss
Ahhhhhh Iâm so happy someone asked for thisđľâđŤ
LETS GAURRRRRR
Not proofread and very rushed do not come for me
Warning nsfw duhh
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
It takes him a second to get back into his body (if that even makes sense) but that doesnât last long cause as soon as he regroupes himself heâs making sure you have what u need to be comfortable and of course the pillow talk is his fav! He does what he can to show how much he adores and appreciates you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
This man has worked hard for his body so naturally heâs proud of every part of himself but if he had to pick one it would probably be his thighs (and how u look riding them Oop-). Nicholas is an ass man at heart but is obsessed with your collarbones and your lips.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Heâs messy afđŤ when heâs not finishing inside you (with ur consent duh) heâs finishing on your face,your mouth,your stomach, your thighs or your chest.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
heâs so obsessed with you that he canât get off unless itâs to a video of you or has something of yours somewhere near him you laugh about it but you secretly love that you have that kinda hold on himđ
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Itâs no secret that before he met you he was getting around so heâs definitely experienced and knows what heâs doing but heâs also learned a lot from you considering he doesnât see you as another one of his flings so itâs different for him.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy is yâallâs go to for sure he loves the view and grabbing u by the neck while slowly bringing u close to his chestđľâđŤ nac does appreciate a little missionary or cowgirl moment tho.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
There are times heâll throw in a few jokes mid fk but heâs quite concentrated making sure u feel good for the most part.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well groomed but heâs not very hairy in general
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
No matter what mood heâs in sex between you both is very intimate Eye contact, soft whispers, moaning in each others ears and hands linked together.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he doesnât jack off as often since you guys started dating but when he does itâs nothing out of the ordinary just a quick spank sesh lmao
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Off the top of my head edging,doing it in public, ice play,slightly masochistic
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
literally everywhere. He just loves the idea that he can pick u up and bend u over anywhere and anytime (with consentđ)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Doesnât take much for him ur mere presence turns him on but if he was to describe a scenario it would most probably be seeing you do really âwifeyâshit like something as simple as u sweeping the floor lmao
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
do not ask this man for a threesomeđĽ˛
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
A GIVER THROUGH AND THROUGH AND HE IS GOOD a little too good the view of you throwing your head back at the feeling of his tongue is equal to a Picasso art piece in his mind.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually starts off pretty slow but progressively gets faster and rougher
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies all day everydayđ jk but Iâd say due to both of your busy schedules quickies are quite often between the two of you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Heâs willing to experiment but more vanilla leaning typa stuff nothing too hard core
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
2-3 rounds max but itâs rare yâall hit the 3rd round cause he lasts long and as I said takes it slow in the beginning so 1 round can last like a little over an hour
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Heâs willing to an extent but yâall never tried them nor made it a priority. Youâre bodies are enough for eachother.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he absolutely loves to see u squirm under his controlđľâđŤđŤ heâs the biggest tease
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heâs not very loud heâs more of a moan n groan in your ear type of guy
W = Wild card (a random headcanon)
One time yâall came home from a red carpet event drunk and h0rny as hell so the second u hit the door step yâall got to it removing your clothes piece by piece while making out making your way up the stairs and unbeknownst to you his tie that he removed fell right under ur foot and you slipped and hit ur head leaving u with an open gash on your forehead so yâall had to make your way to the emergency room but fortunately you were fine just a couple stitches although having to explain to the doctors the situation was verrrry awkward and to this day Nicholas refuses to not carry you up the steps.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
A good 8.5-9 inches and not very thick
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It depends how many projects,interviews,etc heâs juggling. Naturally he has a high sex drive but heâs able to suppress it for the most part if needed.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Heâs hype immediately after so during that time heâs usually taking care of you and getting glasses of water and the whole schtick but very often once heâs back in bed laying down itâs as if someone tranquilized him he just knocks tf out once the adrenaline is gone
#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#nicholas chavez x reader#grotesquerie#monsters#netflix#fanfic#general hospital
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Well, it was a big piece of work, hah
I took a break from RW and decided to draw something nostalgic
Actually I've been stuck with this idea for two years now and I'm glad I finally found the strength to do something about it. Thanks for inspiration from one good man)
Long story short
In this AU autobots and deceptions are two unions of different tribes: mudwings, seawings and sandwings for the firsts and icewings, nightwings, rainwings and Pantala tribes for seconds. Skywings doesnât exist anymore (because we need someone who takes place of predacons).
People are just people or scavenger if you prefer. And instead of whole cosmos itâs just two mainlands.
- Optimus Prime - I kinda like tfp Optimus. So formidable, powerful and mysterious but really gentle at the same time. And mud/sea combo works here in the best way. As the representation of two main tribes union and strong father/brother figure for team members.
I also think he might be an animus (but donât use his magic often, especially for killing someone)
- Ultra Magnus - Pure Icewing already will be great for him, but I gave him part of seawing so he could be more like an Optimus. But instead of being softer and warmer, Magnus is more cold and pragmatic version of him. A character who sees other dragons not as close allies and friends but as ordinary soldiers.
- Ratchet - Yeah, the seawing would fit him better, but i just donât know how to make the colors work here sooo⌠heâs a weak-fire mudwing. Like a skywing, but mudwing. Why not. Make sense with his lack of guns in origin. I think heâs design can be better, and maybe Iâll remake it.
I love his arc of recognizing people as equals and especially his interactions with Raphael. I think Ratchet often read him scrolls about history and magical artifacts.
- Bulkhead - No surprises here - mudwing fit him perfectly. I think that the Wreckers could been a big and strong mudwing troops, and Bulkhead was a bigwings in such a one. He is lost a lot of his siblings during the war, and therefore tries with all his might to protect the new members of his family. I absolutely adore his relationship with Miko and Jackie, so for me heâs one of the cutest character, and I tried to make his forms round and soft.
- Bumblebee - I know that majority draw him as a hivewing, but in that case the most logical for him will be a night/sandwing. Literally, autobots get their own Sunny)
I think in this version with his lack of a voice he could communicate using sign language or some variation of aquatic.
- Arcee - Also nothing special - she is a seawing. I originally wanted to give her a helmet but it was too hard to draw. Just like Sunny she was born pretty small and now even younger dragons can be bigger than her. Iâm pretty sure she is old enough to have seen Bumblebee when he was a dragonet, so she's literally like an older sister to him.
Actually she really gives me a Queen Glory vibes with her sarcasm and dangerous beauty, so rainwing might fit her as well.
- Smokescreen - I used to think he was just a cringe, but now I realize he's a pretty interesting and realistic character. Like Ultra Magnus, I wanted to make him look like Optimus, only this time Smoke is more of a younger and much more irresponsible version of him. I think in this version (being part rainwing) he's trying to mimic Optimus's coloring using same red, blue and pale-gray shades.
- Wheeljack - The scruffy boy! I think in this version he could be Bulkhead's "adopted sibling", so they are really close to each other. And, because he spent most of his life with Bulkhead, it's harder for him to get close to other tribes and dragons.
Painting scales to keep canonical colors is kinda cheating, but for this dude it totally works. He should have a pretty bright appearance with all those scars and bright spots.
Cliffjumper - Ohoh⌠this poor guy. I didn't even think of putting him here, but I like his smug face too much. Even making his scales darker than the original, it's still too brightly colored for mudwing. He probably jokes about it a lot, saying that his ancestors were skywings.
I really like his dynamic with Arcee, and it's a shame we haven't seen much of their relationship. I think I need to do something cute about that.
#wof#wings of fire#mudwing#seawing#sandwing#tfp#transformers#transformers prime#wof crossover#tf#tf crossover#optimus prime#ultra magnus#bumblebee#arcee#ratchet#tfp smokescreen#cliffjumper#bulkhead
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hiiii can i request a fluffy and smutty fic with greasy qimir :> sometimes i prefer his dorky side before he revealed himself. something like friends to lovers, drunk confessions with the reader, or any storyline you like!
wasted confessions | qimir
SUMMARY -> you have been close friends with qimir, your fellow co-worker, for as long as you can remember when you worked under the mysterious force-user as a confidante. though harboring in yourself that you may view him as something more, his share of secrets unravel one night when he's had too much to drink with you.
qimir x fem! reader
masterlist
GENRE -> nsfw/smut
WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, oral (f!receiving), hair pulling, kinda sub! qimir
WC -> 5.2k
a/n: blowing oâs while cooking with this delicious fic. sorry for the delay lol! hope this satisfies you, anonz!! I ALSO LOVE THE DORKY QIMIR đĽšđĽšđĽš
likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3
enjoy !!
"qimir."
you knock on the starship's front door, getting impatient by the minute when there's no response. you tap your foot, waiting for a moment incase he finally wakes up. you sigh, knocking again, even louder as you can manage.
he always seems to do this on important missions.
"qimir!" you yell out again as you rolled your eyes. the people around the docking bay stare at you, wondering why you were insistent in waking up the owner of the ship when it is literally pass sleeping hours. knocking for several times again, you grumble, heading towards the cockpit as you stare up, knowing he was in there, sleeping soundly as ever. your eyes roam around the bottom of the ship for a moment and you pick something up, some rubbish or what, and chuck it at the cockpit's window. it makes a loud thud before it falls on the floor again.
a tiny yelp and shuffling inside the cockpit makes you sigh in relief.
the main door of the starship opens swiftly and low and behold is your sleepy companion greeting you with a smile and messy hair. his shirt is all wrinkled up and by the looks of his pants, it seemed he had put them on the last minute. your nostrils flare, no matter how charming he tries to be, he was getting on your nerves.
âh-hey! youâre early!â
âget dressed!â you push him inside his ship hastily and he yelps at your sudden touch as you push the button to shut the door. your nose catches a strong scent of alcohol on him and you grimace as you whined at qimir.
âmother of kriff, qimir, did you drank a whole cantina?â you shove him inside to the lounging area of the ship. he sits down as he watches you go in the hallway leading to his room.
âi needed a drink- or three. hey, iâm sorry, mae was out and you were out. i had nothing to do!â he voices his reason as you came out with fresh semi-clean clothes in your hands as you toss it towards him. he fumbles, quickly catching his clothes.
âget dressed. quickly. i hope you remembered why weâre here.â you fold your arms, eyeing him with a scolding and stern look on your face. you did not want this whole plan of his to be in ruins after you had strategically been eyeing the local apothecary near the jedi temple to be the look out spot for the big bossâs acolyteâs mission.
âlocal apothecary. blend in. yes, i remember.â he stands up as you glared at him. âbecause that was my idea. so yeah, i do remember. i always remember my plans, sunshine.â
you scoffed and he pats your shoulder before he heads in the bathroom. you were not really that annoyed with him, this dynamic between you two has been going on for as long as you can remember when you had been working for the masked stranger. you had met him when you were tasked on a job to steal⌠certain jedi stuff and qimir was your companion that day. he was, for the most part, kind of a big mouth asking you how you came to be working for the stranger and so-on and so-forth.
you grew to like him as a friend⌠or you think so. he has his charms, awkward and clumsy he may be, but heâs a good friend in all the trouble you are in working under what you can say is a man thatâs clearly not a jedi and wields a red fucking saber. but he pays good and you couldnât argue with that and for the most part, you owe him for saving your ass when you were still a smuggler back then. just that, you kinda wished heâd be more human than a creepy masked stranger when tells the jobs for you in-person.
âi donât get why you are in a hurry. we got this.â qimir looks at you as you two walked in the dimmed markets of olega.
âiâm not. i just donât want to blow this whole thing up.â you answered. the bustling noises of people and vendors filling in your hearing.
âitâs not like weâre gonna fail this. itâs me and you helping mae! we do great together.â he bumps his elbow to you gently, trying to cheer you up. you snort, nodding.
âi know. itâs not mae iâm worried if we fail.â you shrugged. qimirâs face frowns at that, knowing who you are pointing out.
âheâs not like thatâŚâ he gently says as you two passed by the jedi temple, the apothecary is near.
âyou always defend him.â you snort. âi know maeâs master isnât that crazy⌠but who knows? maybe if i fuck up one thing and blow his whole cover heâd stab me with his lightsaber-thingy.â
qimir goes quiet at that. something on his face tells you that he seems upset.
âyou okay?â you asked him, concerned, raising a brow.
âiâm g-good! but hey, donât worry too much. he knows your loyalty, he sees it and i see it! i would be very much be grateful in his place for all the hardworking stuff you do for him and mae.â he explains and you smiled at his optimism. he was always like this when you ranted out your worries for maeâs master, as if he knew him so well. but he merely says he owes him thatâs why. you donât press anything further, guessing it might be more than that and he isnât willing to tell it to you yet.
âhere it is.â you two stand in-front of the apothecary and you can see inside the old man who runs it. ready to close his shop for the night.
âright behind you.â qimir smiles as you walk in with him following behind your back, ready to quietly let his plan flourish.
ăťăăăťďź
âwear this.â qimir urges you, handing you a very large set of tunics and robes in his hand. you grimaced, not even liking the color and it surely wouldnât even suit you.
âwhy me? i thought you were the one going to blend in.â you huff and he grins.
ânuh-uh, weâre in this together so you have to blend in as well.â he says as you took the robes. âitâs comfy, donât you worry, sunshine.â
you eye him up, looking at his own robes he borrowed from the apothecaryâs shopkeeper. it certainly made him even look more⌠what can you say? dorky? cute? you think and it makes you laugh.
âyouâre laughing at me. again.â he pouts and you ignored him, heading at the back of the shop to change. âitâs rude to laugh at me for no reason!â
the robes were definitely too big on you but you managed to at least give it an appealing look of how you wear it but it certainly was comfy. you head back to the counter and you see qimir fiddling with the shelves, sniffing a bottle he has in his hand and it makes him welch. you shake your head, amused as you lean forward on the counter.
âwhat do you think mae will try next to kill this jedi master?â you asked, grabbing some merchandise on the counter to examine it while qimir hums at your question about maeâs mission to kill master torbin.
âi donât know.â he merely shrugs and grabs a flask as he smells it and his face lights up in his find.
âiâd be bummed out trying to kill a jedi without a weapon, that was what she said, right?â qimir nods and you hum thoughtfully.
âmaeâs gonna eventually find a way to do that. it's part of her lesson.â qimir says as he drinks from the flask. âif she fails with this one, thereâs the wookie next.â
âugh.â you grimaced. âi feel bad for her. a wookie jedi.â
he chuckles and rounds towards you behind the counter. âi think itâs a challenge for mae. i havenât seen anyone fought a wookie yet and let alone a jedi one at that. i am curious to see how that goes.â
âtrust me, you donât want to see that.â you mumbled, cringing back when a particular memory from before crosses your mind.
âcanât she like- you know, use the force.â you blabbered. âlike choke a person. thatâs a thing in the jedi, right?â you gestured your hand as if you were holding someone in a chokehold. qimir looks at you amusingly and something is written across his face with that suggestion of yours.
âthatâs not a jedi thing.â he shakes his head at you with a small laugh and you shrugged, liking his laughter that rings through your ears.
"i'd make it my thing then if i had the force." you regarded. "besides, it's worth the try if i were mae."
"i'm pretty sure you would." qimir says as he took a sip from his small flask. you eye him, wanting to tease him a little as you snatched his flask after he took a swig.
"hey!
you took a sniff of it and grimaced at the strong smell of the contents. it certainly was... alcoholic.
"ugh. what is this?" your nose scrunched in disgust but before you could take a sip of courage, qimir snatches it back quickly.
âno drinking on the job.â he teases and you rolled your eyes.
âhypocrite.â you poke the side of his waist making him yelp at the sudden touch and you giggled at his reaction. âsays the one who always drinks on the job.â
âthis isnât a real drink so i wouldnât even consider that i am drinking on the job right now.â he downs the remaining liquid in the flask and sets it down on the counter with a relaxed sigh.
âbut speaking of drinks. i do need a real drink, i managed to snatch a bottle of the local rum on our way here.â he bends down to grab something underneath the counter. you eye him curiously, seeing him so excited. he stands up again and smiles devilishly as he holds the bottle in front of you.
âdo you wanna drink while we wait for mae?â
usually, you would decline his offer but now you canât help yourself, deciding maybe one drink would help ease you down for a bit. meaningâŚ
one drink and two moreâŚ
but here now are the two of you, sitting on the floor behind the counter. the shop is closed and the only thing that fills in the darkness of the place is the dim light by the counter. the bottle of rum is half-empty and qimir is giggling loudly at one of your absurd stories which, in-fact, werenât really that funny but you two giggle at it anyway of how you tell it. you hadnât realize how late it was but that didnât even matter as qimir tipsily babbles at you.
âlisten, listennnnn-â he tipsily holds his finger up to you as you giggled at the way he was acting now. both of your systems jacked up with alcohol.
âwhat?â you couldnât stop giggling as he giggles as well.
âi- i just canât understand why mae canât figure out how to do her mission!â he says as he sighs, blowing a raspberry before picking up the bottle of rum and putting it on his mouth. he takes a big sip and you watch his adamâs apple bob at each gulp he took. your entire body feels fuzzy and you arenât sure if itâs the alcohol taking that effect or the unsaid feelings thatâs threatening to spill out in you. you blink, mesmerized by the sheen of sweat on his honey pale skin as qimir finishes his drink then looks straight at you. everything feels in slow motion, and you can feel yourself get lost in the warm sensation of the moment and in his dark brown eyes.
âi mean⌠you said it! use the force! how canât she see that?â he hiccups and you nod along, not fully registering his words. âand iâm kinda pissed how she takes me for granted! i- we have been helping her for as long as we can⌠a little thank you or something would be nice.â
âyeah⌠a thank you would be nice as well from the master.â you said, nodding dumbly as you grab the bottle from his hand and took a large sip.
âiâm sure heâs thankful for you- us.â he hiccups again and you shake your head at that.
âi doubt. i work for him so i guess gratitude wouldnât really need to be there.â you say and took a sip.
âheyâŚâ qimir pats your thigh and you look at him. ���he can be a little⌠cryptic but i know he appreciates the work you do for him.â
âand how do you knowww?â you stretch out the last syllables sarcastically. qimir smiles and scoots closer to you, his arm is squished against yours and the tingly feeling inside you doesnât hinder. he stares at you for a moment, looking into your eyes before it flickers down to your lips.
âbecauseâŚâ he begins, eyes flickering back to yours. âyouâre tough, strong, hardworking⌠kind and most of all, loyal.â he nips his lower lip momentarily and your gaze is stuck to that as he continues. you feel warm and qimir feels even warmer beside you.
âheâd be an idiot not to see all that.â he smirks and you giggle. something else is behind those words than what he truly says.
âshhh, he might hear you.â you giggle again and qimir just grins at you.
âbahh, donât care.â he says. âyouâre an amazing woman so donât underestimate yourself.â
you smile at him at that, your chest fluttering and your head is pounding at the sudden rush of blood. qimir looks at you, eyes heavy and his cheeks painted red.
âyouâre cute trying to reassure me.â you roll your eyes at him, feeling a little shy now despite being tipsy.
âi think thatâs the first compliment you have ever given me!â he laughs and you smile. âiâm honored.â
âwell, sorry, you should fix your greasy hair sometimes and maybe iâll compliment you even more.â you teasingly say then brushed the bangs covering his face to tuck it behind his ear. you hadnât realized you had done that until a tense silence comes between you two. qimir stares at you, as if he was in a trance as his eyes flicker down to your lips again. you watch him, his face was close to yours, noses almost touching and you feel his hot breath brush against your skin.
thereâs something written across his face. you werenât sure really or that you are completely ignoring the truth in front of you. yes, you do like him⌠you really do like qimir but you always held back on those lingering feelings knowing that it would be a bad idea to act on it due to both of your obligations to the master and your friendship. distractions are dangerous⌠but maybe this one, you think, would be worth it if you try.
a kiss wouldnât hurt your friendship, right?
âqimir?â you breathily call out his name.
âyeah?â he asks, his voice a little shaky but lower now. you blink, looking down to his lips then back to his eyes. the alcohol in your veins certainly making you courageous now as you ask him softlyâŚ
âcan you kiss me?â
maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something more. your mind has a hundred questions but you donât care for them right now as qimirâs lips lock with yours with such intensity. his mouth was on yours seconds after you asked him that and you were slightly taken aback how desperate he is. you grip his shoulders as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer for more. youâre almost on top of him as you tangled your fingers in his black locks. your heart is beating loudly and the fire down your core is burning wildly as qimir breathily sighs between your kisses.
everything feels soft, hot and heavy.
years of imagining what his lips would taste like didnât disappoint you. he was like a roaring flame underneath you, the more you reciprocated, the more he showed this side that burns through your skin. you want more- so much more butâŚ
you stop.
you break away from him the moment you two needed air. your lips are centimeters from his, both of your mouths are glistening underneath the dim light and his eyes are darker the way he looks at you. the sound of heavy breathing fills in the air and you ponder for a moment, your rational brain starting to tell you that this was wrong. both of you are pumped with alcohol in your veins and maybe this kiss was just in the heat of the moment. you stay silent, waiting for qimir to break away and reject you.
âi dreamed of this. your lipsâŚâ he whispers, lips brushing gently against yours. your heart pounds wildly from his words but you still canât believe it. were you dreaming? it seemed like his own share of secrets and yours are finally laid down at last.
âweâre drunk⌠are y-you sure-â
âiâm perfectly sure.â he strongly says, as if the giggling qimir had vanished and this baffles you.
âsince when?â you ask shyly.
âsince the start.â he confesses and you feel alive.
âme too.â you confessed as well and this makes his heart soar as well.
and your mind didnât question anything further when you leaned again to capture his mouth on yours. now here you are, things got heated quickly as you were on your back with him above you, in between your legs as you breathily moan his name out when he kisses your neck softly.
his hand gently caresses the side of your waist to where your skin is peeking out from the ill-fitted robes you wear. your hands are in his hair again and you shuddered when the tips of his fingers went up higher. he nips the soft flesh of your neck, littering you with then with kisses as he sucks on a sensitive spot making you whimper. your hands then roamed back to his shoulders, feeling underneath the tension of his muscles even though his wool tunic was concealing much to your eyes. your hands then travel down to his chest, then downwards to the hem of his tunic. you tug up but he stops for a moment with his other hand. qimirâs head shoots up to meet your questioning gaze.
ân-not here.â he breathily says and you eye at the small alcove behind him. your eyes shimmer with want and he sits up, pulling you along as well to get there. you kiss him when both of you are standing, he slowly steps back where you guide him to the small couch in the alcove. you messily kiss him with such need in which he reciprocates with such desperation, your hands move to get him out of his tunic while he did the same to you. his hands fumble with your robes and you managed to pry off the string holding his tunic and your hands are rewarded with the feel of his hot skin beneath your palm.
you break the kiss with a curious look in your eyes when you look down to see his muscled chest and clearly toned abdomen. what else was he hiding from you underneath his ugly clothes? you think and qimir smirks at your dazed face. he makes use of your distraction to turn you around and push you gently to the couch. you make a noise of surprise and your top is off in seconds, making you shiver at the cold air. he towers over you and latches his mouth to your neck again then trailing down to your bared breasts.
âqimirâŚâ you mewl and he latches his mouth on one of your nipples and sucks. you gasp at the feeling of his sinful mouth as his other hand grope the neglected breast. your mind is clouded with want and need when he continues his ministrations, alternating between your breasts. satisfied with your reaction to his touch, he pops his lips out when he detaches from your breast and focuses down to your clothed bottoms. he removes his opened tunic first, granting you a full view of his muscled body making your thighs clench and your core dripping with need.
heâs fit. like really fit and you wonder where the hell did the hunched back and dorky qimir was.
he hooks his fingers on your bottoms and gently removes it and tosses it aside like his tunic. it leaves you bare but with your panties on concealing the prize he seems to now focus on.
âyouâre so beautiful.â he almost whines at the sight of you almost naked. your cheeks flushed hot and qimir then touches the hem of your panties as he looks at you with dark glinting eyes. âcan i?â
you nod, liking how airy is tone is, how you can feel heâs feeling the same want and need like you. you watch him pull your panties down to your thighs then to your ankles then tossing it back his shoulder. you feel shy now, bare underneath him. you close your thighs instantly and he smiles at you.
âwhatâs there to be shy about, sunshine?â he says and you roll your eyes but you canât help but smile as well.
âcome on, open up.â he taps your knees and you do. his chest rise at the sight of you glistening for him. he licks his lips and your heart hammers seeing the tent in his pants.
âhurry up.â you tease him and he moves, gripping your thighs as he bends down and hooks your legs on his shoulders.
âpatience.â he says as he kisses your inner thigh.
âyouâre so wet for me.â he is in awe as he dives in, latching his mouth immediately on your clit. you grip his hair at the sudden wave of pleasure from his mouth. he sucks, relishing the taste of you as he flattens his tongue to lick a stripe from your seam. you feel him hum with satisfaction and you moan out his name airily as he eats you out like a starved man.
you arch your back when he sucks your clit again, you were dizzy and very much pleased how skilled his tongue is. the apothecary is filled with your breathy moans and sighs of his name and qimir groans when you tug his hair harshly as he slurps. heâs drooling, grinding down on the couch at how hard he is from eating you out.
âkriff.â he curses as he sucks and licks, alternating his mouth to your clit and opening. you could almost feel yourself cumming, the knot in your stomach is forming but as wonderful the thought of cumming on his tongue was, you wanted to come with him inside you.
âget u-up.â you shakily say, tugging his hair back harshly as he lifts his head up with it. you blink, core clenching seeing his chin and mouth glistening with your wetness. you tug again as he gets the memo as you released his greasy and messy hair. he sits back on his knees and you rise up slightly, letting your hands hurriedly pushing his bottoms down. he does it as well, desperate to free himself from his confines. with one pull down, he frees himself, cock spring out as it hits his abdomen. you drool at the sight of his hard prick and he grips himself, groaning out your name at the sensation.
âc-can iâŚ?â he asks again, looking down at you with watery eyes. âcan i fuck you, please?â
you nod dumbly, loving the way he is so cute to ask you first. âget inside me.â you command and spread your legs wider and he slots himself immediately between them. he rests his forehead against yours and you watch him line himself to your entrance. the tip of his cock sinks in and you kiss him hungrily. qimir shakily lets out a curse and a few breathy sighs between kisses as he pushes his hips forward to slot himself inside you. you mewl, feeling full as he pushes himself inch by inch.
âyouâre so warm.â he says and you moan, you clench around him as he bottoms himself in you. he stays still for a moment, adjusting his arms to prop himself properly whilst you kiss every inch of his skin that comes near your mouth. you clench again and qimir shakily lifts his hips up then thrusts. you arch your back as he thrusts in again, grinding himself to your hips.
he sets a steady rhythm now and you grip his broad shoulders. your eyes meet his hazily and he moans out your name. the sound of skin slapping fills in the apothecary, outside is quiet and you think for a moment that maybe your neighbors would complain tomorrow of the noises you two make. your cunt wraps around him so perfectly it makes him feel like jelly. and the sound you make as he pounds into your cunt has him wanting for more.
your hearts beat loudly, sweat is shinning on both of your skins, kisses are shared and most of all, both of you feel complete even if it was unsaid at the moment. you could feel your high nearing as you glide your hand down to your clit, qimirâs rhythm is faltering as he feels himself coming undone. his hair disheveled and he feels you clench tight.
âcome for me, qimir.â you whisper and he nods, groaning out your name as he fastens his pace. he bites his lip and his muscles clenched at it, and he empties himself inside you with a load groan of your name. you shoot up, rubbing your clit harshly as you come undone after him, his warm cum filling you. you clench around his hard cock and fall back onto the couch. you sigh, other hand gently brushing his hair out of his face.
he sighs as well, slowly pulling out making you whimper at the lost of the fullness. you see his eyes blink tiredly and you gently guide him to rest on your chest. he follows, wrapping his arm around your waist. your chest is still heaving from the intensity and you also feel yourself getting sleepy.
âi like you⌠like a lot.â he breaks the silence and you chuckled, caressing his hair as he snuggles his face between your breasts.
âi like you too.â you whisper and he smiles at that, eyes blinking sleepily as your hearts soar. you two fall into a deep slumber with satisfaction from the secrets that were finally not left unsaid anymore.
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things did change after that night. you woke up with him still snoring soundly on your chest. the sun was peeking through the closed blinds of the store and you knew you had to break this soft moment as mae would arrive later. you were so happy that even though your friendship had shifted, it still held the same but with kisses shared and more smiles on your faces.
qimir clearly became more joyful as well. he walks with a spring on his steps as him and mae walk in the forests of khofar. you were left behind by the ship to keep a look out after the three you had escaped olega since the jedi order had caught mae on her mission and interrogated the two of you in the apothecary much to both of your dismays. qimir hums a happy tune and mae looks at him skeptically.
âso both of you finally managed to get on with it, huh?â she asks him as he suddenly stops in his steps, acting dumb and looks at the acolyte with feign confusion. âdonât act dumb. why do you call her sunshine?â
âbecause⌠sheâs like the sun and she shines?â he shrugs and mae rolls her eyes, sighing.
âi donât know what she sees in you but iâm glad sheâs happy.â she says and they continue their walk while qimir grins.
âiâm happy as well!â he fakes a frown and mae ignores him.
you on the other hand are biting your lip nervously. night has already fallen and qimir and mae havenât come back. your thoughts run wild and you worry that maybe the jedi wookie had got to them. especially qimir, you were worried for him even though you knew he could defend himself but with a blaster and maybe his dorky pleads to let him go. he did plead with you to stay put, leaving you with a kiss and a promise theyâll come back in one shape but you canât help yourself.
you knew where the wookieâs house was in the forest. you were the one who managed to find it using your resources in khofar. now you trek in the woods, blaster in hand and followed the trail. you were getting worried not hearing qimirâs voice as you neared the house. but to your surprise, it was filled with countless dead jedis. you freeze in place as you surveyed the scene. did mae managed to do this? you think but it was likely.
you then heard a scrunch in the bushes and you swiftly turned around, aiming for whoever was there.
âhey! youâre here.â qimir emerges from the bushes and you are surprised.
âqimir? you had me worried.â you sighed, tucking your blaster back in your belt. he comes near you and the sun starts to rise and you can see him clearly now. your eyes widened seeing him dressed in black robes with muscled arms covered in dirt and sweat as if he gone through a fight, you tilt your head to the side and look him in the eyes.
âsorry. sorry.â he apologizes as he comes closer to you. you are silent for a moment, something in you skeptical at his sudden change of clothes. it was so familiar but as you were about to ask him on his style change, he then kisses you shortly and wraps his arms around you in a hug and rests his head on your shoulder with a tired sigh.
you blink, suddenly realizing something as you look down to his belt to see an awfully familiar saber. you reciprocated the hug but your brow twitching with irritation of another secret that was revealed that you clearly wished he had told you much earlier.
âyou have a lot of explaining to do.â
âsorry.â
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what a wicked thing to do
vampire wanda maximoff x fem reader
words: 4.2k
warnings & tags: **18+ ONLY** lesbian vampires yes GAWD, fantasy au, inaccurate historical au, smut, fingering, implied soulmates (?? kinda i guess), biting đ, mention of blood, does this count as hurt/comfort? we shall see!! and uhhh it's kinda spooky ooky vibes but it's not really dark? i think. pls let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: listen..... i've already got spooky season in the brain and i really wanted to reshare this fic. i've edited it a little but i've also left the link to where i orphaned it on ao3 in the title if you prefer reading there~ any and all mistakes are my own! feedback is greatly appreciated and heavily encouraged pls and thank ⥠xoxo
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Itâs that time of year in between autumn and winter where itâs only getting colder and colder, no reprieve even during the sunâs highest point of the day. Part of you worries itâs a mistake to wander through the woods like this, especially so close to sunset.
But then you remember the briefest moment when you saw her, when your eyes met hers; it happened so quickly, but also felt as if time stopped. Something flashed in her gaze before she looked away and disappeared in the busy crowds of the village.
That moment, as brief as it was, leads you here. You hug your arms tighter to your torso, cursing the bitter wind whipping around you. Your dress had been a bright idea when youâd first thought of it. Now, youâre wondering why you thought such a plunging neckline would be smart, considering the seasonable chill in the air.
Although, you think with a flutter in your stomach, thatâs not exactly true. You know exactly why you chose this dress.
Thereâs hardly any light left in the sky by now. Youâre kicking yourself for getting lost in the woods, wondering if anyone would notice, or care, whether or not you return to the village. You have no family, no money, nothing tying you to anyone or anything. You work odd jobs to be able to make ends meet. The people knew of you, but you are sure they hardly concerned themselves with your well-being.
But then, when your gaze had met her own, youâd felt seen for the first time in ages. It was like she could see everything inside your mind, every ounce of longing and every bit of loneliness, even in the split second she held your stare. You havenât been able to stop thinking about her since then. Nearly two weeks have passed, and youâd finally decided to find out if the stories that follow her hold any truth. They are quite colorful, full of fantasy and myth, surely decorated to sound more elaborate as the years go on. Fantasy and myth, perhaps, but one particular piece of information continues to remain the same.
She hasnât seemed to age in the fifteen years sheâs spent living near your village. Not one line or wrinkle to be seen on her pale skin. Not one gray hair on her head. Some of the elders even swear they'd seen her when they were children.
Her home is a mystery, one that stays that way out of fear. There is something about her eyes, some say, something off, not quite right. Because of this, no one has felt compelled enough to try finding her home.
At least, not until you.
Youâre beginning to think you are truly lost, feeling hopeless, when you finally spot something in the distance. But just as relief washes through you, the rain starts. Each drop feels like sharp, stabbing pieces of ice landing on your exposed flesh, soaking into the thin fabric of your dress. It takes mere minutes for you to become drenched. Your dress is now clinging to your body uncomfortably, the cold even more biting than it already had been.
It comes into view, what youâd spotted several meters back, easier to make out. A looming castle breaks through the trees, windows lit with candles.
Your arms and feet are going numb, but you push through, stumbling your way to a cobblestone path that leads to tall, wooden doors. With a trembling hand, you raise the door knocker and bang it against the door as loud as you can manage, praying whoever is inside will hear.
Your wait is short lived, thankfully. The door creaks open loudly to reveal the very woman youâd been searching for. If sheâs shocked to see you, she hides it well. She looks as regal as ever. A black dress hugs her lithe body, her hair perfectly brushed and styled. This close to her, you can see what the people mean. She looks ageless.
âE-excuse me, madam,â you begin, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. âI-Iâm terribly lost and I d-donât think I can find my w-way back to the village.â
The woman lets her eyes roam your shivering frame, lingering on your glistening chest for a second, then meets your pleading gaze.
âOf course. Please, do come in. Iâm sure youâre cold.â
âTh-thank you,â you reply earnestly.
She steps aside, leaving just enough space for you to squeeze by.
âThink nothing of it,â she assures you. âYouâre welcome to stay as long as you need, at least until the storm passes.â
As the door closes behind her, you take in as much of the space as possible. With it being nighttime, the candles can only do so much. For a castle, it is rather large, but itâs not quite as foreboding as you would have imagined. Though, you surmise, you hadnât really known what to expect at all.
âWould you like something dry to change into?â
You whirl around, almost tripping over your feet as her voice registers, so close to your ear.
She smiles, amusement tickling the corners of her mouth. âPerhaps a cup of tea?â
Swallowing roughly, you nod, offering a smile of thanks in return.
âVery good. You should go sit by the fire to warm up while I get everything sorted.â
She points toward a room where you can see flickering light dancing off the walls. You nod again, letting your tired feet follow the promise of warmth. The closer you get to the large fireplace, the harder you shiver, goosebumps rising along your skin. You stand as close as you deem safe, hands held out to thaw them. For the second time, she sneaks up behind you.
âThis is all I could manage to find.â
You gasp as you turn to face her. Sheâs still smiling as she holds up the proffered item of dry clothing.
âYou frightened me,â you state dumbly, huffing a quiet laugh.
âI did not mean to,â she replies.
âItâs okay.â You glance at the clothes in her hand, a frown forming on your face. âA⌠dressing gown?â
She makes a sympathetic face. âIt was all I could find,â she repeats.
Her eyes dip down to your chest again. They flash, just like in the village, but youâre sure it could have just been the fire reflecting in them. You look down to see what sheâs staring at and heat rushes up your neck. Your nipples are clearly outlined against the wet fabric of your dress.
âOh,â you murmur as you lift your arms to cover yourself.
She clears her throat delicately. âTake this. Youâll get sick if you keep your wet clothes on.â She pointedly holds the dressing gown out to you again until you gingerly take it. âIâll go get the kettle started while you change.â
âThank you,â you return quietly.
When youâre sure sheâs gone, you undress as quickly as you can, more shivers wracking your frame as you stand naked in her drawing room for a few seconds before pulling on the silk dressing gown, tying it securely around your waist.
While you wait you decide to get a better look of the room. A few paintings hang on the dark walls, but mostly theyâre covered with floor to ceiling shelves and stuffed to the brim with books. You take notice of a few spots where the dust hasnât seemed to settle in front of them, figuring those must be her favorites. A plush chaise sits in the center of the room with two chairs on either side, atop an ornate rug that rests on most of the floor. There are a couple small tables between the chaise and chairs with candelabras on them, and a wide, lower table in front of them. You spot a desk by the only window in the room.
Thereâs nothing particularly personal about the space. It almost feels as if sheâs newly moved in. But you know that canât be true, especially since so many people in the village have seen her visit town for years now.
A piece of parchment on the desk catches your eye. You debate over whether or not you should let your curiosity get the better of you, your feet slowly carrying you over to where the paper lay. Thereâs writing on the top piece, and you get as far as the addressed âBrother,â but then hear her round the corner and quickly back away.
âI wasnât sure if you took cream and sugar, so I brought them just in case,â she tells you, setting a silver tray on the low-lying table that held the teapot and teacups.
You walk over as she pours the tea into both cups. You pick one up and carefully drop two lumps of sugar into yours, stirring it with your teaspoon until youâre satisfied itâs melted. A careful sip as you sit down and you hum happily.
âBetter?â she asks, smiling and taking a sip of her own tea, sitting beside you.
It occurs to you suddenly that you hadnât asked for introductions. You scold yourself internally, knowing you had better etiquette than that.
âI must apologize, I seem to have forgotten my manners. I never introduced myself,â you say, then offer your name. âAnd what is yours, madam?â
âYou may call me Wanda,â she replies.
âWell, I owe you a great deal for helping me, Wanda. I cannot thank you enough.â
She waves a dismissive hand. âPlease, there is no need. Iâm glad I was here and that you arenât in danger of freezing to death.â
âAs am I,â you respond, laughing lightly.
Silence settles between you. Your mind whirls with hundreds of questions, but you donât know where to begin. Your plan to find her only consisted of just thatâ finding her. Now that youâre here, you arenât quite sure what to do. Or say, for that matter.
You can feel her eyes observing you like a caress. You struggle not to squirm or shiver, though you are no longer cold. No, there is no chill clinging to your bones anymore. Her stare alone provides enough heat. You chance a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye, but she catches it. She purses her lips to keep from smiling in amusement.
âSo,â you blurt, cheeks pinking, âhave you lived here long?â
You bite the inside of your cheek as soon as the words leave your mouth. Stupid, stupid girl.
Thankfully, Wanda laughs.
âQuite,â she says teasingly, like sheâs letting you in on a joke.
You nod. âI see. Is it a family home?â
She tilts her head consideringly. âOf a sort.â
What is that supposed to mean? Miraculously, you donât ask that question aloud.
âDo you⌠Do you live alone?â
Youâre not sure why you ask. Perhaps itâs that you havenât heard any other movement throughout the castle that indicated a waiting staff of some sort. Afterall, she was the one to fetch the tea.
âI do,â she says.
You donât want to examine it too closely, but youâre positive you note a hint of longing in her tone.
âSâa lot of space for one person,â you muse in acknowledgment.
She nods. âIndeed. However, Iâm sure Iâll find the right companion soon.â
You take another sip of your tea to avoid replying, but are not able to avoid meeting her gaze. The look in her eyes is something youâve never seen directed at you. Youâre hesitant to think it could be want, open desire. Not from a woman like her.
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Wanda still cannot believe that youâd shown up at her door.
Sheâs spent months watching you from a distance, never allowing herself to be seen by youânot until she felt it was time. From the very first moment she caught sight of you, she knew. You are hers. Her mouth watered when the wind brought your scent to her. There was not a doubt in her mind about whether she would have you; she simply would.
She had waited, ever so patiently, watching you as you roamed the streets of the village. You didnât seem to have very many acquaintances, if any at all, and you were always alone. Wanda quickly figured out that you were without a family as well.
Selfishly, sheâd been happy about these facts.
Finally, Wanda allowed herself to meet your gaze. It was quick, but she knew her eyes flashed, knew that she piqued your curiosity. It would only be a matter of time.
After nearly two weeks had gone by, however, she had started to think it hadnât worked. Sheâd planned on returning to town to purposefully cross your path again, but as luck would have it, you came to her. As soon as she heard the knock on her door, she smiled.
Now, as she sits next to you on the chaise, your skin glowing in the firelight, she finds it harder to maintain her control. This close, your scent is even more intoxicating. Wanda can tell that youâre curious about her. The questions you want to ask are swirling behind your eyes. And now that youâre here, she decides sheâll answer whatever you ask, give you anything you want.
Youâve gone quiet, though, so she does some prodding of her own.
âWhat were you doing out in the woods?â Dressed like that, blessedly, goes unsaid.
You shyly glance down at your lap. âI, uh, I like to take walks,â you mutter into your teacup as you go to take another sip.
Wanda hums. A plausible excuse, indeed. You carefully lean forward to set your cup and saucer on the table and when you sit back you move your hair over to one shoulder. Wandaâs eyes zero in on the pulsepoint of your neck. If she focuses hard enough, she can see your heartbeat throbbing beneath your skin. It makes her teeth itch, makes her control waver even more.
When she drags her gaze away from your neck, she finds you already observing her. Her desire is clearly reflected in your eyes and the feeling is heady.
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âAre you warm now?â she wonders.
âYes,â you whisper, your breathing picking up, making your breasts heave alluringly.
Youâd go as far as saying you are overheating. The dressing gown, where youâd been unsure and embarrassed of being nude underneath it before, is now a blessing. Your body feels alight with an unseen, growing fire. Shifting on the chaise, you donât notice the sleeve slip down your shoulder, only registering the air skimming across your collarbones. You let out a surprised gasp when you feel something cold on your bare arm.
Peering down reveals it to be Wandaâs hand carefully sliding the sleeve back up into place. Your brows pull together in a frown.
âYour handâŚâ you mumble, trailing off.
She lets it linger on your shoulder for a moment, then slowly traces down your arm, her thumb grazing the side of your breast. Your nipples tighten, thighs clenching together as you watch her fingers stop at your wrist. Though her touch is cold, it feels like a relief against the searing heat of your flesh. You peek at her through your lashes and find her expression to be one of complete hunger.
Feeling emboldened, you hold her stare as you shift to pull the sleeve down again.
Her lips lift on one side, her teeth glinting dangerously. âAre you sure of what youâre doing?â she asks.
You blink, faux innocence shifting behind your eyes. âIâm not sure I know what you mean.â
Wanda takes a deep, steadying breath, though it only helps in inhaling your scent more. She says your name. âWhy do you think you are here?â The question catches you off guard. Wanda shifts even closer to you, watching your throat bob as you swallow. âWe both know it isnât because you accidentally got lost in the woods. You were out there with a purpose. What was it?â
You lick your lips, noticing her gaze immediately drop to them. It makes your heart pound in your chest.
âI donât know,â you reply, unsure.
She leans in, her nose nearly touching yours. âYou do,â she whispers, without doubt. âWhy are you here?â
Your eyes flutter closed, head tilting back without you being aware of it, exposing your neck. You feel her presence mere centimeters away from you, her breath puffing out along the column of your throat.
âI⌠I felt drawn here. It feels like I was meant to be here,â you say, quiet, almost hoping she doesnât hear you.
It feels ridiculous to say it out loud. Itâs one thing to have that thought sit in the back of your mind where you could pretend it didnât exist, but to admit it aloud is entirely different.
âWith me?â
You shiver at her words, her lips having softly dragged across your skin. Helplessly, you nod.
âAre you afraid?â
That makes you frown, but you adamantly reply, âNo.â
âOpen your eyes,â she pleads.
You follow her instruction, wary, but gasp at what you see. Sharp fangs peek out from Wandaâs lips, her eyes so pale theyâre almost white now. Though your heart continues to race, itâs not out of fear. It should scare you, it should send you running, but you find your hand slowly rising to carefully trace a finger down one of her fangs, amazed that she even lets you.
âYouâreâŚâ You start, meeting her patient gaze once more. âBeautiful,â you finish in a whisper, because she is. You go to reach for her face to stroke her cheek, but she lurches backward. In a blink, Wandaâs on the other side of the chaise. Disbelief paints her features.
âYou think Iâm⌠beautiful?â
âOf course,â you state plainly, brows furrowing. Wanda continues staring at you in wonder. âYou said I was here for a reason.â Ironically, sheâs now wary of you as you shuffle closer to her. âI know what that reason is now.â
âWhich is?â she asks apprehensively.
âYou,â you murmur, cupping her cheek. âIâm here for you.â
Wanda looks as if sheâs scared to accept this, to hope for it to be real. You steal away those worries by leaning in to place a soft kiss to her lips. She inhales sharply, eyes squeezing shut, her cold hands gripping your wrist almost painfully. You give her a moment, kissing her forehead as she gathers her emotions, keeping her gaze down.
âAre you sure?â
Her voice cracks softly, but her grip on your wrist loosens as you move it. You lift her chin so sheâs looking at you.
âIâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â
She stares at your lips for a few seconds, and then, as your words sink in, they seem to send her into action. She surges forward and captures your lips, more sure, more eager than before. You respond in kind, pulling her as close as possible, sighing into her mouth.
You quickly find yourself on your back on the chaise, Wanda above you, bodies slotting perfectly into each other like lost puzzle pieces. You feel her hand slide down from where it was in your hair to graze along your sternum. Then her hand cups your breast, thumb swiping across your nipple, and you gasp. Itâs the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss and Wanda takes it.
Her tongue slides against yours and you whine, clutching at her like sheâs the only thing tethering you to this earth. It becomes so easy to let her settle between your thighs, to arch into her touch and slide your tongue in her mouth, delicately tracing over her fangs. Wanda shudders, grunting inelegantly before wrenching herself away, panting heavily into the space between you. You blindly chase after her, opening your eyes in confusion.
Wandaâs gaze is intent on your neck, full of desire. The weight of the moment hits you, then. What exactly it would mean if you give in to her. So, with full faith in your decision, you tilt your head ever so slightly and she goes perfectly still.
âGo ahead,â you encourage.
She shakes her head. âYou donât know what youâre asking.â
You huff. âI do. I want you to do this.â You know she wonât look at you just yet, so you lace both your and her fingers together and squeeze hers as you continue. âI need you to do this.â
âIf I do,â she starts, swallowing thickly, âI wonât be able to stop. Youâll end up like me.â
You duck your head to catch her stare. âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â
She closes her eyes and falls silent for a moment. The weight of your words fall over the two of you like a winter blanket.
âIâve waited so long,â she confesses, voice quiet, shaking and timid.
âFor me?â you ask. She nods. âIâve been looking for something, or someone, to make me feel whole all my life.â You use your free hand to stroke her cheek. Even with her eyes closed, she leans into you. âIâve waited for you, too.â
When she finally looks at you, you know thereâs no going back for either of you.
âItâs going to hurt,â she warns.
âThatâs okay. It will only be temporary.â
She smiles then, slow and teasing. âI can ease the pain, you know.â
Her free hand tugs lightly on the ties holding your dressing gown closed, raising her eyebrows in silent question. You bite your lip and nod, shivering in anticipation. She undoes the careful bow youâd tied, easing it open and exposing your body to her hungry gaze.
If you felt heated before, youâre an inferno now. Her hands reverently map out every curve of your body. She leans down and plants a kiss above your belly button. It makes your stomach clench in want, but you make yourself lie there and take whatever she plans on giving you. Her kisses lead up your torso, until sheâs eye level with your breasts, and before you can comprehend her movement, sheâs taking one of your nipples into her mouth.
âGod,â you whimper, head thrown back as you push your chest into her face.
âNo,â Wanda giggles, âjust me.â
You try to laugh, but it turns into a gasping moan when she pinches your other nipple between cold fingers. Your thighs attempt to close around her, yet itâs futile. Her free hand begins its descent down to the warm heat between your legs. Your hips buck into her touch, crying out when her fingers make contact with your clit.
âIâm going to do everything I can to make this feel good, okay? Let me take care of you.â
You nod quickly, your mouth going dry. When a single finger enters you, you forget how to breathe for a second, but then sheâs sliding it out and back in, setting a steady rhythm, and youâre back to panting and whining. Only a few minutes later, though, youâre wriggling around, begging for more. She adds another finger and picks up the pace.
âOh,â you gasp, your legs falling open wider.
Wanda buries her face in your neck, inhaling loudly, groaning. She licks across the skin there, nipping at you.
âWanda,â you whimper.
âI know, my love,â she rasps. âYouâre so close.â
Your hands have drifted above you, clutching at the pillows on the chaise, your hips moving in tandem with her fingers. Her thumb meets your clit, adding to the building warmth in your belly. It swells and swells, until finally, it has nowhere else to go and explodes within you.
You feel her teeth sink into your neck at the very same moment, and you can only yell brokenly into the air. Pain and pleasure war inside you, both white hot and searing, marrying themselves into a delicious and lethal combination. You can feel blood trickle down your throat, the same way you can still feel her fingers thrusting into you. It seems to never end and you grow limp beneath her, unable to handle the sensations flowing through you.
She finally slows, removing her teeth and licking over the wound. As her fingers slide free, she brushes your sweaty hair off your forehead with her clean hand.
âSleep now,â she instructs, kissing you softly.
You canât even attempt to argue, your body listening to her and promptly sending you into a deep slumber.
â
When you wake, before you even open your eyes, youâre aware of a few things.
To start, youâre no longer on the chaise. Youâre on a luxurious bed, which is presumably Wandaâs. Your hearing is significantly better, as is your sense of smell. Thereâs a low thrum of energy coursing through your veins, like youâre on edge but donât know why. But the more important thing youâre aware of is the feeling of eyes on you.
âI know youâre awake now.â
You crack open one eye and see Wanda smirking at you from the other end of the bed. You smile and sigh happily.
âHow do you feel?â she asks.
You carefully sit up and stretch. You notice her ogling your still naked body and give her a smirk of your own. Shifting onto your knees, you crawl over the bed until you reach her and straddle her lap.
âHungry,â you answer before grasping her face in your hands and attaching your mouth to hers.
With a force she hadnât used before, she tosses you backward and is on top of you in a flash, a devilish smile on her tragically beautiful face.
âGood.â
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Can u do gp assassin minji x reader where minji was tasked to take down an important person but as she was observing he
Pairings: G!p Assasin Minji x f!reader!
Warnings: dub-con, somno,slight non-con at first, Assasin minji, knife play, degrading, pet names, p in v, unprotected sex (donât be silly wrap your Willy), slight breeding at the end, cervix fucking, mention of pregnancy, kinda kidnapping at the end, not proofread, just filthy smut!!
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Minji was good at her job, or thatâs what she could say, extremely good. Donât you get fooled by the sweet plump lips, gorgeous smile that made everyone forget about their worries or the eyes that stared at you so delicately. To say that at first when you meet her youâd think sheâd work on those cat cafes, kindergarten teacher or a major that inquired art would be an understatement.
The plot twist is that the most innocent and dreamy looking people turn into the most twisted and full of secrets individuals. The ones that youâd look at and think âno way they would do that?!â. But like the famous George Eliot said âdonât judge a book by its cover.â applied in most situations.
Minji worked as a professional assasin, she took 47 people down without an ounce of effort, the police tried to investigate those cases, but the outcome would always be a hair gripping disappointment. Nonetheless the only hope the police always had was the small âMjâ that was slowly tatted into the victimâs skin with probably a dagger or an extremely sharp blade. They tried to see possible nail scratches, DNA, fingerprints, they even tried to look at the security cameras but there was no sign of anyone entering or leaving, it was like she appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into thin air.
Minji did not like the idea of being under someone's authority or taking orders from anyone. She preferred to work for herself and to be her own boss. However, on occasions, she would consider offers that came with a filthy payment. And thatâs what happened with you.
There was this guy who came to Minji and told her he will give her a horrible amount of money if she can take you down. From what she heard from that guy is that you were some really famous and wealthy manâs daughter, and an only child. Your father had a company and by that company he hid his illegal business like money laundering, drug producing, tax evasion and bribery. And to what she also heard is that your dad had stolen money and refuses to give it back to the guy who came to her and thatâs why he wanted to get a revenge from your father.
Minji has figured out your schedule with her ways and planned a day when you'll be very busy and tired, so you'll go straight to bed. This will make Minji's job much easier.
Minji wore baggy jeans and a long sleeved black shirt to avoid any suspicion. She let her hair loose to make her features appear more unrecognizable and she had black mask in her black tote bag to wear once sheâs in your apartment and in case youâll wake up.
She tip toed to your apartment building. The building was very minimalistic compared to what she heard who your dad was and how filthy rich you are. She expected a whole apartment building just for you to live in. But it turned out that you lived in an apartment which had families, students and office workers, like any apartment.
She pressed the elevator button and soon she stepped inside. She looked for number â12â and soon she found it. The elevator was pretty fast and it wasnât long till she was in her desired floor.-Her eyes traveled to all of the doors, in search for the apartment â47â. She later stood in front of the door, the lock getting destroyed by her and the door opening. A dark hall getting exposed to her eyes. She timidly and slowly walks in, taking in every little detail.
The hall was soon done and she was met with a closed door by her right, this was where your room could be since all of the other doors of the apartment were open and this was the only door closed.
She quietly opened the door being met with a laying figure, blanket draped over your thighs and lower abdomen while your upper body was exposed to cold air. The moon shining through the window making a dainty and delicate silhouette appear on the wall.
You were in a deep void, so out of this world, too deep in sleep to wake up anytime soon. Your breathing was soft and almost soundless while your chest was inhaling and exhaling slowly.
She was so fascinated by the sight she almost forgot her mission, she felt a rush of blood down her member, her pants feeling way too tight for her liking. She was ripped back to reality when you changed your position, now laying on your back.
She walked closer to your bed, admiring you now from so close. Taking in the little details, she couldnât adore from far there. She noticed how the cold air made your nipples poke from your silky black night gown. The way the blanket was so down that your thighs were bare till the knees.
Since she already came all the way here, why canât she have you at least once or maybe twice and then murder you? It would be fast and beside who can stop her, you are asleep and even if you did wake up. Would you fight her back? You canât. She can just end you with a second. You were basically under her mercy.
She placed her bag on the nightstand before hovering over you. Her legs straddling your thighs. She slid down her slacks before tossing them across the bedroom. You had easy clothing, fast to remove or even rip. She took the hem of the night gown and lifted it till your breasts. She groaned at the sight, you had no panties on, just so easy and beautiful to use. Your perky mounds were soft and so plushy begging to be sucked and worshipped. While the hips to waist ratio was absolutely perfect.
Fuck, she had to kill such a precious and beautiful doll.
Her length was at this point so upwards, the tip angry red while spilling creamy white substance and her balls heavy and almost purple-ish.-Without any prepping or anything she slammed herself in, immediately groaning at the suck of your cunt. Your walls hugging her so tightly, almost too hard to move.
Her both hands went to your breasts, cupping them, while the pad of her thumb started toying with your nipples. Twisting and squeezing the hardened bud.
Your cunt got wetter with every thrust of her hips which made her pace pick up even more, her tip kissing your cervix with every single thrust.
The uncomfortable feeling in your lower region made your eyes flutter open, slightly contemplating is this a dream or the reality. But with every passing second the feeling got even more real and you were getting conscious back again.
When you were fully aware. You were going to let out a bloody scream but before you could even open your mouth, her hand found it way above your mouth. She didnât stop her hips movements instead, getting even more faster.
Her other hand went to the nightstand, she was rummaging through her back and you were trying to see what she was trying to find. Your curiosity was soon replaced with fear when you saw what she was looking for.
She was looking for one of those kitchen knives in every typical horror movies.-There was soon a sinister evil smile across her face. Her dark eyes looked at your fear full ones.
âIâm not stopping doll, so you better also enjoy this, donât cause me trouble and if you do..you know your faith.â She said while the tip of the knife was running across your skin. Hard enough to make a small scratch, but not hard enough to let out blood.
Her movements were in halt but soon she started again. She was ramming your insides, you hated to admit that it felt good, way too good.
She was pounding you like there was no tomorrow, well it kinda is true. Her hands let go from your mouth and you wish she didnât. Now she has to hear the sounds you let for her. Then she thinks you are enjoying this.
With another hit of her tip on your cervix, you let out a loud moan, a pressure on your lower abdomen lingering there.
She chuckled darkly at the sound her tip taking the knife in her grasp.
âTurned out you were enjoying this, huh? Such a pretty little slut!â The sharp blade was running across your inner thighs the fear turning into pleasure. She slightly made the blade sink into your skin, a small bloody cut was now on your inner thighs.
The pain turned you even more on. The pain making your walls clasp around her uncontrollably. Nonetheless she continued her ramming, her tip was completely out before slamming with full force in. The cycle continued.
With the last womb fucking of her cock you reached your climax. Pleasure running through your body while squirming now underneath her.
Your pussy was squeezing her cock after your release and that made her reach her own high, she fucked you faster and with more passion now that she was close.
Without warning her essence painted your walls white, splashing right into your womb. She fucked harder through her high, you were whining and moving under her, the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation hitting you harder than ever. Her cum was now deeper, leaving you with a risk of pregnancy.
âMaybe I should keep you and just tell them I killed you? You would be my personal fuck doll!â She said before wrapping a tape right on top of your mouth, not even waiting to hear your answer.
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DUNGEON MESHI EPISODE 24 THOUGHTS
Oh, I had asked to see what the party's thoughts regarding the changeling situation were, especially when it came to their lifespans, but I didn't think it would turn out like this!
GOOD FUCKING JOB, CHILCHUCK. YOU'VE TRAUMATIZED MARCILLE EVEN FURTHER. Oh but I do so love the horrors of this situation of theirs. Marcille babygirl I would like to hug you and have a nice chat.
Anywya, on we go to think about Falin and any solutions that might help us here. Which is great! I love how much foreshadowing there is (in terms of what I've been vaguely told about the manga).
Laios Touden's problem solving skills, everyone.
That's honestly the SICKEST weapon design, I'm so on board with you Laios. This could be Kensuke's Halloween makeover. BUT DONT JUST TAKE THOSE MUSHROOMS WITH YOU OH MY GOD
... was this the opening sequence foreshadowing everyone was freaking out about? was that it? (don't actually tell me, though. if it was it, say yes. if it wasn't, don't say anything)
no comment here I just love them.
I just will never get used to elfshi's hands being Like That. But it's also kinda nice to see him and Izutsumi working along so nicely! Like, don't even get me started on how Izu is presented as the pickiest eater of the party (Marcille has been dethroned severely) and usually you'd see that presented as a Hassle, but here in DM, Senshi doesn't even bat an eye. He knows and respects Izutsumi's tastes and preferences and works his meals out around it! That's such a based thing for him to do. <3
This is a renaissance painting. (I love it when they adapt Ryoko Kui's visual gags and I LOVE when she does zoomed in faces like this. Truly one of the artists ever)
I did not have "Laios gets Pissed On" on my bingo card but every day I grow more and more convinced that the animators KNOW what they're doing and - OH MY GOD IS THAT SENSHI'S DWUSSY. ELFSHI ALTERNATIVE TO PANTY SHOT.
Ah, yes, Izutsumi sprawls all over them when sleeping, we been knew, again it's a little unexpected to see it front and center but I guess it works to demonstrate them returning to - THAT WAS LAIOS??? AND CHILCHUCK IS JUST LIFTING HIS LEG LIKE THAT?? OKAY THEN. SURE.
(and then there's a few more seconds of laiosfoot and laios bedhead)
BUT HEY THEY'RE BACK TO NORMAL
1) Yep, they're back to normal.
2) Laios I love you and I love Gothsuke but someone needs to be careful about biohazards and it's not going to be you.
3) Add this to the "Marcille Donato gets threateningly close to you in three steps" folder.
4) Truly only they can match each other's freak. When the NECROMANCER is telling you not to do something, don't do it! I know last time you smuggled a "normal" sword, it turned out to be useful, but I'm sure that's not the case here!
5) Poor Laios tho. I'll learn to blacksmith just to give you a cool sword. <3
I'm so glad they kept this. One of the silliest touden siblings moments. 10/10 no notes. Also, Falin is never beating the blunt force trauma allegations.
IS THAT CHILCHUCK'S WIFE. ARE YOU - MA'AM. HELLO?
"Why aren't you a twink like I thought you'd be?!" gets adapted! (I'm pretty sure that's the scene meant to be here, anyways)
I get it, girl.
Oh dear, they're going to eat Falin. And SENSHI was the one to suggest it! For a guy who was just fighting the doubts of accidental cannibalism a week ago, you're taking bold steps forward.
(I do love how it mirrors Laios' kindness back then, in truth. Even if it's an idea so shocking and dire at first, it comes from a place of reason and logic and love)
Marcille "I said I wanted to eat her OUT, not eat HER" Donato Izutsumi "That's going to taste gross as fuck" Izutsumi Chilchuck "If it brings her back..." Tims Laios Touden, the man with a thousand things on his head right now, two of which I reckon are "I don't want to eat my sister" and "Dragon-Chicken... what might it taste like?"
Yes, well. Valid as your concerns are, Laios, because how the fuck would five people eat THAT much meat, you can't just ramble on about what dishes you're going to make out of your sister.
(...I get it, though. I mean if you're going to eat, might as well make it good, right? I know no one wants to grill one of Faligon's ribs but I'll go ahead and say it would be worse to tell them to eat her raw)
FUCK! we DID lose those scenes about the twin bell that toshiro kept!! forever sad about that.
oh my godddd they're going back into the dungeonnn we're going to reunite with themmm
I know they're really fucking competent, I mean, Namari and Toshiro are already described as pretty formidable warriors (and we've seen it), and Kabru is... admittedly much more geared to fight humans but he's a decent fighter either way. And a good leader!
Speaking of, where the fuck is everyone else.
I know they're meant to be scary (and I suppose they are! If we have the reference that, firstly, marcille is an excellent spellcaster so these elves could be just as good in their own areas of expertise, yes?, and secondly, the canaries are Well Known)
... plus, Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them. Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them.
BUT damn it Lycion, I need to- (gets dragged off stage)
Anyway, while we wait for the next season (WHICH HAS BEEN GREENLIT! WOHOO!), have these wonderful images of chicken falin being a cathedral painting (...if cathedrals ever added dragons, i guess) and my beloveds, who have finally returned!
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dunmeshi#laios touden#marcille donato#senshi of izganda#chilchuck tims#izutsumi#falin touden#chilchuck's wife#probably#namari of kahka brud#toshiro nakamoto#kabru of utaya#leed dungeon meshi#zon dungeon meshi#mithrun of the house of kerensil#pattadol of the house of vari#cithis ofri#fleki#lycion#looooook i don't know that much about the canaries but man.#lycion joins the ranks alongside laios and zon in men that i need to pin#both as in pin down and pin like a bug.#well. zon is just the first of those two. hes rather well adjusted#but anyhow#(actually that's a LIE. i went on the wiki to look up the canaries' last names to tag this properly and apparently like#nvm i'll make a separate post to keep this one spoiler free)
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