#I wonder how long it took him to paint both of these versions

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

❤️WES' KABUKI LOOKS (Traditional Kabuki)❤️

Entire 'Wes' Kabuki Looks' Series:

Cut-Out Stripes

Yellow Cut-Out

White Cut-Out

Swirls

[ffsg0jo]

head cannon/drabble request for a love triangle between katuski bakugo, shoto todoroki and fem or gn reader please & thank yoooou! i love reading your works so much

a/n: thank you so much for your kind words and your request !! got super super inspired by this and thought id throw in a little twist, too :)) let me know your thoughts, and i hope you enjoy <33 this is mostly crack, though so let me know if you want a more serious version :))

i am taking requests and writing fics and matchups for gaza. check the linked post out to find out more !!

katsuki was seething. his teeth were bared, grinding against each other, the veins on his forehead and neck popping out. you could see him try and contain his anger, using the breathing techniques you helped him work on. but he looked like he was about to burst.

and right opposite him was shoto, slight smirk on his face from seeing katsuki's reaction. he was walking on a thin line, and everyone around them watched on knowing that.

you don't understand how the fight first started, but you just wanted it to end. whilst katsuki and shoto weren't exactly the bestest of friends, they had a mutual respect for each other and were on friendly terms. maybe even on the way to becoming good friends.

except now it looked like they were about to murder each other, staring each other down, standing almost nose to nose.

"what's going on," izuku whispered, coming to stand next to you and eyeing the scene warily. knowing both boys and the way shoto was slyly glancing at you, he could somewhat hazard a guess as to why the two were squaring up.

"izu you have to stop them," you whisper shouted back, your hand reaching for his arm. you did not want to get involved, but you still wanted the two to come to an agreement. they were your friends!

"you know why they're fighting, right?"

"no of course not, otherwise i would've tried to do something!"

izuku just looks at you and slightly laughs. he wonders how you've remained oblivious for so long. it's so obvious that both katsuki and shoto have a crush on you.

the former has a light blush painting his cheeks every time you come within a two metre radius of him. and the latter always buys you your favourite soft drink and leaves a little post-it note with his version of a joke stuck to it. and apparently, you just took it as them being friendly.

the green-haired boy puts both his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, kissing you all over your cheeks. he hopes they're both watching, just so they know where they stand.

"they both have a crush on you babe," he says between kisses. you barely register izuku's words still in shock over the way he's being so affectionate in public. sure you've both been dating for a couple of months now, but you agreed to keep it a secret, knowing what your friends were like.

you press yourself into izuku's firm body, relishing in his touch when you suddenly freeze, the words finally processing. you pull away and hold his arms, your mouth wide open in shock. izuku snorts at the look on your face. you were so adorable.

turning to look at katsuki and shoto you found that the two were no longer nose to nose, now staring at you in izuku's arms.

both your friends deflated and shared a self-pitying look with each other, embarrassment somewhat evident on their faces.

"how'd that nerd manage to bag (name)?"

"i'd like to know too. i was so sure they'd like me back."

"HA! fat chance, your ugly two faced ass could never."

"why are you still fighting? they're clearly already taken." shoto deadpans, glancing away from the scene in front of him and turning to face the blonde.

"yeah, you're right." katsuki says before pausing. his stomach all of a sudden rumbles. all that vein popping made him hungry. "wanna grab lunch? 'm starving."

"sure," shoto shrugged. now that he thought about it, he was hungry. "you pick."

it was like someone flicked a switch. from being seconds away from activating their quirks to walking away, discussing what to eat for lunch. you looked at your boyfriend again, eyebrows furrowing, totally confused by the last 10 minutes or so.

you were somewhat disappointed by the whole exchange. they both gave up so easily and didn't even try to fight for your hand. you would never have left izuku, but it was nice knowing you were wanted.

"hey, i can tell what you're thinking," your boyfriend playfully scowls, poking your cheek and demanding your attention. "am i not enough?"

you laugh and lean closer to him, softly pressing a kiss to his lips.

"you're all i've ever wanted and more, izuku."

© ffsg0jo 2024 — do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.

[velnoni]

any romantic/nsfw headcanons for stanley pines in a relationship with a trans man who has top surgery already? can be young or old stanley, it doesn't matter

Admittedly, I've never written for a trans male reader, so I hope this came out good. Hope you enjoy it!

Stan Pines x Trans Male Reader

His dating pool is quite minimal if we're being honest here but when he meets you he's genuinely embarrassed, trips over his words a bit, and sweats more than normal. Definitely has the hots for you.

Over the years he's mellowed out and accepted that he could be into guys as well, keep in mind this is a fella who grew up in the 50s so expect him to be a bit nervous or rough around the edges. He shows a genuine interest in you and tries to woo you by giving a tour of the Myserty Shack, ending on the note of giving you his personal number.

Enjoys showing you off. Does not care for the age gap if there is one. Truth be told, he hadn't realized how lonely its been all these years. He really likes giving you kisses on the forehead or sneaking up behind you to tickle your sides in the morning. Will proudly grab your shoulder or waist in public and wiggle his eyebrows to make you laugh or get flustered.

In regards to your top surgery scars, he won't ask too many questions except for maybe did it hurt or how long it took to heal. If you ever feel uncomfortable about it or how they look, he'll smile gently before raising his own wife beater to show his aged body littered with scars, each one with stories from his younger days. Claims that you're both matching.

"They ain't somethin' to be worried about trust me." And he genuinely means it. He's not gonna pretend to know what you been through or force a story outta you. But just wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin, especially around him. Life is too short to be worrying unless you hear sirens.

He does like to kiss the scars or touch them. He likes how they feel under his fingertips.

He'll call you handsome, beefcake, cutie, or a shortened version of your name as terms of endearment. Wonders if it's appropriate to buy flowers for guys, too. He's a bit old school and might get you a bouquet of daises for the first date. If you do that for him, he'll nervously laugh and accept the flowers. If his eyes are watering no they're not.

On slow days, when it's just the two of you laying in bed, he likes to cuddle and caress your happy trail if you have one. If not, then he'll run his hands alongside your belly till he doses off.

nsft under the cut

He likes to top as it's something he's more used to and will gladly eat you out if asked. Enjoy when you wear more revealing outfits near him because his body will act like a hormonal teenager around you.

He's pretty good with his tongue and fingers, a bit on the rusty side, but enjoys hearing your moans when he slips his fingers inside your tight walls. He likes to edge you a lot since if he cums once it'll take longer for him to get it back up. His stubble when he leans in to kiss your neck during intercourse ironically makes you feel more sensitive.

Please sit on his face. He loves squeezing your ass a lot and smelling your natural musk right on his face, it drives him wild.

If you want him to use toys on you at first, he can't help be slightly offended. He ain't good enough for you? But you reassure him that it's a good way to spice up the night and help when he needs a break. He doesn't mind plunging dildos inside of you every now and then after that convincing argument, plus it's fun to push your limits with permission.

Pegging him, fingering him? It'll be a very long time before you can convince him to bottom for you or just try new things. It's unfamiliar territory but maybe you coax him just enough with a blowjob and a lot of explaining then maybe just maybe you'll be greeted with the view of a nearly knocked out Stan painted with his own cum, with your strap on deep inside his ass.

[iiseult]

Hello, I was wondering what the life of the female reader would be like when King Baldwin was not a leper. I mean, what would their life be like together as a married couple?

𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒹𝓌𝒾𝓃 𝐼𝒱 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈: 𝒩𝑜𝓃-𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝐸𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

CWs → fluff, smut, probable historical inaccuracies, she/her pronouns, afab reader, mentions of religion, childbirth

Note: I know this took like over a month to get to, but in my defense I was working on completing the first arc of my multichapter Baldwin x reader fic. Also, if anyone’s interested, I started posting an alternate version of that on ao3 that’s in third person and from the perspective of a girl named Semele. As far as actual writing goes I think it’s much better quality simply because I don’t have to do all that corny second person bullshit or use the words “Y/N.” That’s a real pain in my ass. Anyway! 

Wordcount: 852

King Baldwin’s standards are high. He is a gorgeous young man with the world at his fingertips and he wants a woman, not a girl, to explore it with him. 

She must be good. She does not need to be rich or noble, but she needs to be selfless and kind and bold. And he needs someone who can match him in intellect so he doesn’t get bored. 

His hair frames his face in charming golden waves that fall to about his chin. His eyes are a deep cerulean, lined by long lashes, and his lips are pink and shapely, if a bit on the thin side. The nose is strong and straight, the jaw is square and sharp, the cheekbones are high and structured, and the skin covering it all is smooth and healthy. A light smattering of tiny freckles paint his nose and cheeks. His body is strong, with substantial broad shoulders, and what muscle he has is subtle but genuine. 

Sometimes his movements are awkward, a little different from other well-bred boys his age, and perhaps that’s what makes him so appealing. So mysterious. And, by the way, he certainly is appealing. 

Every woman that lays eyes on him, and even some that have never had that honor and know of him only from word of mouth, want him. Every woman thinks she can somehow be good enough for him. Of course, maybe one in one thousand of them actually is. 

When a lady finally catches his eye, it would be for her wit or her bravery. Perhaps she would beat him in a game of chess, or speak out against what she thinks is wrong. The more cruelty in her smile, the more attractive she becomes. 

When he proposes, it’s very romantic, very personal, and above all, very private. Though he surely makes the experience memorable for his future wife, he doesn’t do anything over-the-top. It does not involve other people, and perhaps it doesn’t even take place at a particular spot. The most important part of the proposal, after all, is the words he is speaking, the vow he is making. He puts his silver tongue to good use, so that saying no isn’t even an option anymore. How could she possibly turn him down? 

 He can’t wait to get his hands on her. The wedding night is something he has long been looking forward to, knowing that it would be worth it to wait for the right woman, and of course, it exceeds his expectations. How could he have guessed how soft, how supple her flesh would feel beneath him? How sweet and yielding? There was nothing that could have prepared him for the feeling of warmth that wholly enveloped him the first time they made love. It was something that could never be recreated by his own hand. It could only ever occur by the soft hand, or the cruel, relentless lips of his young wife. 

His body is young and robust, as is hers, and they are both brimming with passion and want. The first month of the marriage is spent mostly alone together, trapped in an endless cycle of tiring each other out, sleeping, waking, and doing the whole damned thing all over again. It would take no time at all for the seed to be planted in her fertile womb and a baby to begin to grow. 

Seeing his wife pregnant would only make him fall in love with her more, if such a thing were even possible. Now she is carrying a little miracle inside her, and to him, the world around her positively glows. He is, in a word, infatuated. So proud. He takes her into town and practically parades her around, the curve of her swollen belly growing more and more obvious under the fabric of her gown. Isn’t she beautiful, he would say to Raymond, and to Sybilla, and to anyone else who was unlucky enough to engage him in conversation. 

During the birth, he stayed by her side. He was the one to wipe the sweat from her forehead with damp towels, to hold her hand and cry softly from seeing her in such pain. He loves her so much, and he was going to love that baby, too. He was going to positively spoil it. That is, if it didn’t kill her! He cries more than she does during the birth, and though he does everything he can to ease her pain and help the midwife speed along the process, mostly he can do nothing but stand around and wring his hands and look helplessly at his love, his eyes swimming with wild fear and affection and awe. She’s so strong, how is she doing it? 

Once the baby is born, though the sheets of her bed are soiled with various fluids, he lays down next to his wife and holds her in his arms and she holds their baby in her arms, and they all sleep, a perfect family. The baby is going to look just like her, he thinks, and he will love it. 

[baka-bakeneko]

Here’s To Us - Wade Wilson x Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: MDNI, comic version Wade Wilson, voyeurism, shared shower, grinding, dominant Wade Wilson, sub reader, Venus Butterfly, squirting, slow sex, double orgasm, creampie (first of marathon sex series)

word count: 6.3 k

synopsis: Wade's street neighbor needs to use Wade's hot water.

a/n: i refuse to apologize for this.

Wade gave you special access to his apartment once in a blue moon. Mostly for a short list of reasons. One, your water was out and you needed a shower. Two, Wade had left the window open and wanted you to take care of the stray named Bea. Or three, when he was definitely home, trying to relax in his downtime, and wanted some serious company.

And you were surprised you were that type of company. Not that Wilson was intimidating, but you feared that if you looked too much, you’d make him uncomfortable.

But he was a rugged, scarred man from head to toe. And it was hard to take it all in without staring. You didn’t know what it was, but you weren’t trying to be rude, you just wanted to silently trace every divot of his skin with intrigue.

It was as if you were looking closely at a renaissance painting and noticing the cracks in the paint, the hardened bits on the canvas.

Thankfully, this was not that third option today. It was a shower. Your landlord had once again shut off the water in your apartment and was now the hardest to get ahold of. After a long night of fighting, you were grimy and in need of a shower.

Rifling through your bag, you found the spare bronze key detailed with a Hello Kitty key cover and a Golden Girls keychain that read ‘Stay Golden, girl!’

You bit back a low smile, that keychain always giving you a bite of happiness every time you came across it. You wondered if it ever did the same with Wade. You clenched the key in your hand and turned around in the stairwell, leaving your complex to stop at the edge of the sidewalk.

With a double take down the street, you bolted across it and directly into the complex on the opposite side. You wished that you lived right next door to Wilson sometimes; though that’d mean you’d both be shit out of luck with the water.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you rushed to the third floor and stopped in the front of Wilson’s perfectly decorated door. He’d mentioned that he used to practice throwing knives at it, and he recently got into whittling.

You shook your head at the etchings in the door, no doubt that was coming out of his security deposit, and used the key to unlock it. Pushing inside, you shut the door firmly behind you then dropped your bag to the counter.

You grabbed your phone, barely taking in Wilson’s cleaned up studio. There weren’t any pizza boxes on the counter, or any extra beers on top of the fridge. This mission must’ve been a long stay away.

With a shrug, you made your way to Wade’s bathroom and searched for his Bluetooth speaker. The second pairing on your list with how often you were over here now, with how often Wade preferred your taste in music.

Shuffling your playlist, you kicked off your shoes outside of the bathroom then peeled off your shirt and kickboxing shorts in a swift motion. You turned and saw yourself in Wade’s busted mirror, noting the already yellowing skin patch over the back of your shoulder.

You reached for it, feeling at the edges of it with a grimace before leaving it and stripping off your sports bra next.

You turned towards the shower, the curtain already peeled back with the porcelain scrubbed spotless. So he was going to be gone for a real long time.

Damn.

You turned on the old-fashioned knobs for the water, before turning on the middle knob to start the shower head. Peeling off your panties, you stepped into the spray while the music blasted into the room.

You stood under the spray, allowing the water to batter your face and rush down your head to your shoulders; you took the time to stretch your neck and shoulders, then bent to touch your toes.

The hot water felt amazing for your muscles, melting the tension from them. The music helped, each song that came on a natural bop. You slowly swayed your hips to the music before really getting into it, moving slowly to roll your body with the song and mouthing off the lyrics.

It was like being at home after a minute, then five and finally ten before you realized that you hadn’t cleaned up at all. With a snicker to yourself, you searched around Wilson’s shower for a soap bar, then lathered it quickly between your hands. You moved around so quickly, you stopped at a heart-wrenching speed when you noticed someone in the doorway.

“Shit,” you said, reaching for the shower curtain and avoiding Wade’s eyes.

“Sorry,” Wade offered, quickly averting his gaze. “So sorry, that was not an invite. But what’re you doing here, kitten?”

You gulped at his pet name for you; you shrugged further behind the shower curtain, fumbling to crumple it into your soapy hands.

“My water’s out again.”

“Oh,” he stated, looking behind him and leaning back, possibly getting a good sight of his window facing your complex. “You want me to talk to your landlord?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s okay, really. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked, Wade.”

“You’re fine,” he drew out, pulling himself upright before quickly meeting your eyes. “It’s fine. Just...don’t waste all my hot water.”

You blinked slowly in recognition to his request, then nodded. “In and out, three minutes.”

Wade smirked, leaning further into the doorway. “Now I know you’ve been in here for more than ten.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but your face gave way to your efforts. “How would you know that?”

Wade casually cleared his throat, straightening up and dropping his hands to his grey sweat pockets. “Just...speed it up. This jet lag kicked my ass.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but Wade reached for the door to shut it.

“I’m done,” you lied, still half-lathered in suds.

“Really?” Wade deadpanned, his browline quirking with a quick once over.

You gulped lowly at the thought of his gaze raking over you, taking in your body shape. You pulled the curtain closer to you, tucking your thigh behind it with a clear of your throat.

“I’m done,” you offered again, reaching for your soiled shirt now resting on the toilet lid. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Wade scoffed and reached for your soiled clothes. “As if you’re getting out of my hair that easily. Rinse off or I’m coming in after you.”

You were taken aback by his teasing, watching as he scooped up all your clothes and walked out of the room with them. He returned shortly after with a dingy red long-sleeve and a pair of boxer shorts.

“They’re clean, I swear,” he promised, bringing the blue-white striped shorts to his scarred nose for a sniff test. “Washed ‘em a month ago.”

You rolled your eyes at him then sheepishly offered your thanks. Wade tilted his head at you then glanced to the shower head.

“I wasn’t kidding, get to rinsing.”

A shock bolted through your body and you pulled the curtain closed to rinse your body off.

“You got thirty seconds,” he warned from the doorway, making your heart race as you thought of everywhere you lathered up. It was more than enough time and if you ended up soapy, that was your own fault.

“Twenty seconds.”

This man’s concept of time moved way faster than yours. Fuck it, it was time for whore’s bath technique. You spun around in slow circles, using your hands to swipe down the rolls of water from your shoulders. It was going to be good enough.

“Eight seconds,” Wade gave as a final warning, his hand already gripping at the edge of the curtain to peel it back.

You were done, all that mattered was getting out. You were going to get out as soon as Wade backed away from the curtain. Your hand reached for the thin veil of plastic and peeled it away to come face to face with Wilson, or moreso Wade Wilson’s pectorals.

They were definitely pillowy, if you ever wondered. But you obviously weren’t as you looked down to get your footing ready, only for your eye to catch onto Wade’s flaccid cock.

You shied away from looking, now bemused by the sight you’d taken in. You shifted to the opposite end of the tub, letting Wilson step into the spray while the remaining water bounced from his skin and onto you.

Wade pushed the curtain away, allowing you easy access out. You dangled a foot out of the tub, ready to dry off, but took a long glance at Wade’s scarred back, parts of his skin torn away to reveal hardened muscle. You hid back a seethe, wondering how painful that must’ve felt everyday with what he did for a living. Whatever that was.

“You wanna get my back?” he asked innocently, acknowledging your stare.

“Sorry,” you muttered under your breath then reached for the soap bar on its designated ledge. “Yeah, I can.”

You lathered the soap in your hands then carefully rested your palms to Wade’s back. Every muscle under your touch seemed to relax, allowing his shoulders to slump forward.

You ran your hands up, crossing over the backs of his shoulders, then down to follow parallel to his spine. You avoided the muscle patches as best you could, meeting your hands at the small of his back and then up again.

Wade groaned at that, bowing his head in the spray with a low ‘thanks’ at your effort.

You nodded, holding your hands into the spray of the water to rinse them. You said nothing, just stood back to watch the suds roll down his etched body. The rivulets caught into the deep scars of his skin, making intricate swirls on his body before falling.

It felt like watching a stained glass window being battered with rain, captivating and time-wasting. Wade glanced over his shoulder at you after a long moment and dared another smirk.

“Like what you see, kitten?”

You tried to speak, but stammered, diverting your eyes from Wade’s tight, scarred back to the floor of the tub. “I’m getting out.”

“No, stay,” he taunted, his tone teetering on genuine as he turned around. “I’ll let you get a look since I saw yours.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, already pushing away the want to look at his front. “I’m good. That was my fault.”

You peeked through one eye and stepped out of the tub, reaching for the boxers Wade set out for you.

You kept your back to him as you pulled them to your waist, rolling the waistband over a couple times to get the desired length for you. Then you went for the shirt, popping your damp head through the hole with your arms to follow.

“You in the mood for some Chinese? I could definitely go for some kung pao.”

You stopped in the doorway and looked back at Wade. “You want me to stay for dinner?”

“Of course,” Wade said with a shrug. “Unless you’re in the mood for Greek, then I’ll kick you out on your ass.”

You smiled, “Chinese food sounds good to me.”

-

You ordered food and sat on Wade’s couch while he showered, taking his sweet time with the remaining hot water. Not that you felt cheapened in the slightest, it was his apartment after all.

Even with the deepest part of you wondering if he liked what he saw or if anything arose in his mind, you stowed all of your emotions aside when the delivery person knocked on the door. You stood up and went for your bag, rifling through its contents to produce money for the food.

Slowly opening the front door, you exchanged the food and money then shut it with your ankle. You set the food on the clean kitchen island, going to untie the first bag as the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out.

“I’m feeling fresher already,” Wade announced, draping his towel over his shoulders while he wore his signature sweatpants low on his scarred hips.

You scrunched your nose. “Those clean or did you miss laundry day?”

Wade walked around you, letting off a little excess heat accumulated from his shower waft onto you. “You think I’d give my last bit of clean clothes to you? And miss that opportunity of you streaking around here?”

You bit back a nervous grin, biting at the inside of your bottom lip. Maybe he did like what he saw.

“I just changed into these off of my flight,” he said, reaching for the second bag and undoing its tie. He reached in, grabbing at the boxes of food then spread them out on the counter.

“How was your trip?” You asked, a trivial question in the scheme of your friendship, or whatever this was. Labels were hard. He only ever knew about your job, only ever knew what you did for extra cash.

That seemed to be how he wanted it.

Wade opened a box of lo mein noodles and selfishly took a large forkful into his mouth to avoid answering, then he raised a finger at the recognition of one of your songs still playing on the speaker.

He hummed, nodding at the song before grabbing your wrist and turning you in a circle. You rolled your eyes at him, following his movements hesitantly eventually falling into place.

Wade chewed his food quickly, swallowed then turned you around again, pulling your back into his chest. His hand raised yours in the air, his fingers slipping down your forearm and bicep then further down your side and finally grabbing your hip.

You swayed slowly in the rhythm, attempting to ignore the hardened feeling of Wade behind you. But he was a presence difficult to ignore.

You hummed at the feeling of his length brushing against your ass, falling into the music as Wade rested his chin to your shoulder.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” he offered, his other hand making small circles on your thigh.

You agreed inside, filing yourself tighter to Wade and chasing a feeling you weren’t sure was good. When the song ended, Wade slowly released his hold on you.

Still his chin was rested to your shoulder, lifting to brush his lips to your ear as his nose swiped against your damp hair. You turned your head after Wade’s, wanting to find something to say but your mind going blank.

You quirked a brow before Wade’s hand snaked up your arm, draping it behind his neck; he turned further into you. his lips slowly molding to yours. The salt from the lo mein cut into your mouth as your hand palmed at the nape of his neck.

You warred on pushing him away, that sliver of you wanting to keep this as cordial as possible. But inside, you were melting, your knees feeling like jelly as you gave into your arousal for him.

Fuck, Wade was a good man. A good-looking man despite his hardened exterior. His body was more of a marvel than the average man, there wasn’t anything you could take away from that. Your hand slide across his as it rested on your thigh, drawing his touch further in.

You arched into him, feeling his cock free in his sweatpants. Now you know that dance wasn’t all for nothing either. Why couldn’t you have just gotten your hands on each other sooner?

Wade’s lips parted from yours, trailing across your cheek then to your neck and down before shrugging one of the shoulders of your shirt down.

"Wade, fuck," you exhaled, already exhausted with waiting.

His lips were warm and soft, dragging against your skin and making goosebumps in their wake. You were almost antsy to have more of him, working your hips into his and getting intoxicated from the friction.

"Don't be so impatient," he said with a low snicker against your skin. "I'm trying to woo you, not fuck you in a gas station bathroom."

You threw your head back and laughed at that, folding your hands over his to feel something similar to a hug. Wade drew his lips back and took little sharp bites at your earlobe with his own chuckle to follow.

You gave up that instant, relaxing against Wade and allowing him his moment. Wade tsked against your skin, letting you go and stepping back.

"What're you doing now?" You asked, turning around to face him, chilled from his absence.

Wade stared at you, determined, while he stroked his chin in thought. "Hush, I'm thinking."

You geared yourself to say something but didn't have a moment to think; Wade rushed at you, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up against him.

Your legs crossed around him, his hands holding you steady while your chest pressed to his.

"Shit," you whispered, the sudden lift making your head go afloat.

You draped your arms over Wade's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him again. Wade carried you over to his bed and dropped you onto it, following soon behind with making your body his sole business.

His lips made work of yours, teasing his tongue into your mouth while your stomach rumbled at the hint of food. You stifled down the thought as you raised your legs, parting them for Wade to dip between them.

He rolled his hips against you, pressing right at the seam of his boxers to your clit. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling shooting through your stomach, adding to the warmth and firmness of Wade's chest against yours.

Your hands slid along Wade's shoulders, then up and around the back of his neck as you pulled him in. His tongue lapped against yours, making you submit and follow his lead.

You were aware of everything about Wade then, making out with him like a lousy teenager. His hands at your thighs slipped up under the boxers to grab handfuls of your ass.

He pushed you further into him that way, earning an unwarranted moan from your lips and into his mouth. You felt his lips curl at that, how your knees were clenched at his waist as his crotch was pressed a bit harder to yours.

Wade pulled from your lips and allowed you to breathe, your chest heaving. He rested his hand to your chest, his fingers steady and spread out between your breasts.

"That's so cute, you're so excited," he teased, dragging his hand down your body then back up, slowly pulling your shirt up to reveal your stomach.

The fabric was caught onto his middle and index finger, his ring and pinkie caressing at the underside of your breast.

"I like that. It's been a while since I've seen that," Wade whispered, leaning in and sliding his lips across your stomach. "Since I made someone nervous."

You scoffed at that, but it came out a shaky exhale as Wade's lips rested just below your belly button. His nose circled your navel then trailed a line up, his breath wafting over your skin.

The chill worked up your back, tickled between your shoulders as you curled your toes against his sheets.

“Bullshit,” you muttered, your hands rested just at Wade’s shoulders.

He hummed, smiling against your skin as his hands rested at your waist, peeling your boxers down to kiss at more skin. Your stomach tightened the further he traveled, each warm kiss causing a lick of electricity between your hips.

Your knees braced tighter at Wade’s sides until he readjusted further down on the bed. Suddenly, his nose was rested directly against your mound, his tongue carefully lapping at the top of your slit.

You stifled a swear, squirming under Wade’s tongue; you drew out a low pitch, not knowing what to do with yourself.

Wade sat up on his knees, using his momentum sitting up to strip your boxers from your legs. Wade’s eyes raked up your body, taking in each vulnerable bit of your skin. You wanted to play coy, tucking the edge of his shirt between your legs but enjoyed his raw attention more.

The dark admiration in his eyes made fire alight in your belly, suddenly realizing how wet you were for him.

He took hold of one of your knees, spread your legs apart with one draping over his shoulder as he lie down on his stomach.

“I’m trying not to drool right now,” Wade quipped, his voice stripped down as he pressed his lips to your inside knee. “You good?”

Your brain registered his question and sat up on your elbow, stomach tight while Wade blew soft air against your pussy. You nodded eagerly, your throat dry and unable to form a sentence.

“Fuck yes,” he grinned, kissing at your opposite thigh, dragging his open mouth and tongue to your inside hip. “Tap me if you want out,” he suggested, using his hand to bend your other knee at an angle.

He flattened his tongue to your clit and your ass immediately grinded to the bed. Wade huffed in amusement, drawing a hand around, touching up your thigh and to your waist before slipping under your ass and to the front of your pussy.

Wade circled two fingers before your entrance carefully, gathering your wet and spreading your lips apart. Your breath hitched, finding an edge to twitch your hips in effort to get more.

He pulled back again, “There you are, being impatient again.”

Your brows furrowed at his leaving, your clit twitching at the cool air left behind. He smiled, glancing down at your pussy as his two fingers slid into you. Your legs threatened to clamp shut but Wade’s body held them open; he returned between your legs and resumed his tongue on your clit.

Your head flopped back to the bed at the combination of sensations. Wade’s free hand pressed on the inside of your thigh, pushing it further open before gripping at your inside hip.

You felt vulnerable, spread open like that to Wade's entire apartment. To Wade. You tried to shut your eyes, clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle your noise for the sake of his neighbors.

"That's not fair," Wade hungrily muttered against your clit, taking a second away from it to grab your elbow. "I put in this work to hear you."

That caused more wet to gush from you, feeling Wade's fingers curl and brush his fingers against your tight walls. He tapped when he found what he was looking for, causing another bolt to rush straight up to your clit which he received with a lap of his tongue.

He was giving himself morse code, using your body as the vessel. You couldn't help the pitchy whine that escaped you then, with Wade peeling back the hood of your clit with his tongue and suctioning his lips around the nub.

"Shitshitshitshit," you metered out, trying to breathe but hold onto the air for fear it'd escape as noises. You raised up on your elbow again and stared down at him, trying to hold your knuckles away from your lips.

He unlatched from you, staring from under the shadow of his browline. "I can't hear you, kitten. You're gonna have to be louder."

You shook your head, already fighting the losing battle as his fingers regularly tapped and pumped in you. Your head dropped back, staring at the ceiling while you tried to catch your breath in a few pants.

Wade took that as opportunity to return to your clit, sucking a bit firmer and showing off with his tongue. Your toes curled, your knees trying to shift off of Wade and out of his grasp, but he held tight.

"Aww honey, we ain't even halfway done yet," he cooed, unlatching from your clit with a loud smack.

The string of his saliva mixed with your wet trailed to the hood of your clit, making you melt at the sight.

"I call this one the Wilson stamp of approval," he taunted, resuming his place at the helm of your pussy.

He suctioned his lips again, this time slowing his movement while his fingers pumped a bit harder.

A moan finally escaped your lips, followed by a seethe between your teeth. "Wade, Wade I--"

Your hand reached for Wade's shoulder though you couldn't reach it; you opted to touch at the top of his head, ready to tap out.

That was until he started using his tongue to sign his name.

W-A-D-E...by the end of his first name, your legs were officially shaking. The fingers were definitely not helping the situation.

W-I-N...He was spelling his full name? You were putty now, your hand at his head only holding him there while he slowly sealed your fate.

S-T-O-N....your eyes were twitching, your body clenched hard on the precipice of something so tortuous and euphoric.

W-I...he drew his tongue in a long, slow swoop down, meeting a tap of his fingers to dot his 'I'.

You were done for. Your breath was now a full-blown pant, your entire body sweaty from holding out. Your pitch heightened with each pump of his fingers, his warm mouth only driving you home.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck fuck fuck..." you worked up, allowing yourself to actually make noise.

Wade's name spat from your lips, pushing his head just a little harder as you finally came, your body in shakes while you rode out the galvanic lashes across your back, between your thighs and up your stomach to your fast-beating heart.

You were so overcome with the pleasure, your pussy forced Wade's fingers out of you and you were wracked with a newer feeling that tightened your stomach to release.

Wade pulled away in a split second, his chin splashed with your juices, while he was in awe of your newfound...technique.

You caught your breath, staring at the ceiling while you folded your arm over your eyes. Your thighs were now wetter than before, your clit now throbbing.

"Hello waterworks," Wade teased, leaning over to kiss at your stomach again. "I wish I'd known that sooner, I'd have saved it for later."

He made his way back up your body, trailing softer pecks against your skin. Wade pressed his cock in his sweatpants against your mess of a pussy, earning a roll of your hips.

His hands were on their way to slipping up your shirt, eager to undress you, but he sat away to meet your eyes.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, now nuzzling against the side of your neck.

You stared into Wade's eyes, then flicked your gaze to his puffy pink lips.

"Fuck yes," you nodded, meeting his gaze again and grabbing at the back of his neck.

You pulled him into a kiss, turning him onto his side while you tried to reach for his sweats. Wade chuckled against you, assisting with the shedding of his pants before turning on his back.

He held you over his waist, kicking off the ankles of his sweatpants.

You sat back from Wade to get a full look of his hard cock. It looked like the rest of him, but a bit more preserved.

You reached for his cock at the same time he reached to peel off your shirt; you allowed him to pull it off of you, his hands massaging at your breasts as you tossed the shirt off the bed.

You bent and took grip of his cock, leaning in to lick. He was already leaking pre-cum from his reddened tip, no doubt warming you inside. You had done that to him.

"Uh, babe, you don't have to do that," Wade tried, the confidence in his tone dipping.

"Oh, you don't want me to?" You asked, dragging your tongue along his cock, licking a stripe along the underside.

"I--fuck," he swore, dropping his head back with a deep exhale. He raised his head with a low suck of air between his teeth.

Wade reached to touch at the back of your neck, over your shoulder, then further before taking a tender handful of your ass in his hand.

You hummed at his touch, giving him a slow stroke.

"So," You smiled, resting his tip to your lips.

You kissed at it, your lips curling to take him in. "Do you want me to?"

Wade pulled back, staring down at you as you stroked him again. He pulled his scarred bottom lip between his teeth, not finding the words but nodding.

You slowly took him in your mouth, slipping some of your spit down his length. You slicked it with your hand, pulling more of his cock into your mouth.

Wade folded his hand to his chest, turning his nails in. You could tell, by him holding back, how eager he was.

The thought made your pussy flutter, thinking of Wade going hard. But first you wanted to reward him for eating you out so well.

The tang of his pre-cum livened your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him a bit firmer. Wade's hand roamed up to his mouth, ready to stifle himself but you reached out with your free hand to clasp his elbow.

He told you, now you were throwing it right back at him. Wade grit his teeth before a strained noise escaped between them, a choked gasp before he seethed so verbally you were almost concerned.

"Fuck, okay, okay, I can't take this," Wade grit, reaching to gently pull you off of him. He kissed tenderly at your sloppy lips, puffed out and wet from spit. "You do wonders to me, kitten but I need to be inside you. Can I please be inside you, now?"

He crawled, switching up your positions again so your head almost dangled over the edge of the foot of the bed.

You followed his direction, if only to see Wade from an entirely new angle. Finally shedding the ankles of his sweatpants, he draped himself over you.

His cock touched your inner thigh, sending a warm shockwave right to your core. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation, your breathing shallowing as you met Wade's gaze.

His eyes were half-mast, inches from you, and waiting for the okay. The enthusiastic consent.

You grinned at him, tilting your chin up to peck his lips. "I wanted to suck you off."

"We got time for that," Wade whispered, nudging his nose to yours. "Later."

Your hands brushed around his broad shoulders, down to his waist before bucking his hips against you. "How long can we keep going?"

"At least all night," Wade said, taking your lips with his. "I'll take a week, if you wanna stay."

His mouth dipped to your neck with a peck. "A month if I really take my time."

Wade kissed further, leaving his warmth to dissipate in his wake. You tilted your head at the bathroom, the speaker finally shutting off.

Wade followed your diverted attention, his fingers slipping down your thigh before petting softly at your clit.

"Three months if you get distracted often, six months if I'm gone for too long..."

Wade made his way back up to you, working his best at your clit and earning an eager flex from your pussy.

"Let's just chalk it up to a year for good measure," Wade husked against your lips. "That sound good to you?"

Between the way he talked to you and how he touched you, you were feeling more eager for Wade to actually fuck you.

"Yes, so stop wasting time now." You grinned against him, edging up on your elbow to curve your body against his. "Fuck me, please."

Wade's eyes lit up, kissing you hard at the same time of his hand sliding up to your hip. He held you tenderly, angling your hips up while your legs spread further.

He guided his cock into you slowly, driving a long, thirsty pant from your mouth before his.

"God fuck, Wade." Your hand rested at his neck, your thumb rubbing against the lobe of his ear.

Your forehead rested to his, glancing down between your bodies to see his cock sink into you. Your hold tightened, feeling his tip caress your g-spot.

He spared a cocky chuckle against your lips, "I know, kitten. I call it the Tardis, it's bigger when inside."

You exhaled in his direction, noting his shitty play on words and rolling your hips further to ease him more.

"Fuck, call me that again," you groaned, Wade's cock finally reaching the hilt.

Wade leaned into you, pressing your back to the bed and raising your leg around his waist.

"Kitten," Wade drew out, taking a moment to revel in the soft, wet pulse of your pussy. "Oh baby, that pussy feels as good as it tastes."

Your eyes rolled at that, rutting against the mattress before rolling up at Wade. The minimal movement you felt with the tip of his cock grazing the hot inner core of your pussy.

He managed to pull out a couple inches, easing himself back in with a deep hiss.

"I wish I could fuck you like I hate you," he whispered, pulling back out and running his hands down your legs before crossing both of them around his waist.

Wade took grip of your hip and pulled you up in his lap. He crossed an arm at the small of your back and used his tender strength to ease you up on his cock, then back down again.

Every sink back down, you felt a new wave of pleasure roll through you. You tried to meet his upward thrusts with cants of your hips but his hand stopped you.

"Take your time, baby. I wanna savor this," he whispered, raking his eyes down your body from your breasts to your mound pressed to his.

Your hands felt over his skin, your breath catching on his words. "Me too."

Wade hummed, flicking his gaze to meet yours; his eyes were fueled with a carnal hunger, leaning in to rest his chin between your breasts.

He turned his head, resting his ear to your chest while he huffed hot air against your nipple. You crossed an arm behind his shoulders to hold him there, following his steady thrusts with deep sighs.

Wade defied your expectations, making every touch personal and each thrust targeted to a pleasant experience.

You slowly came undone in his lap, draping your body over him as you were halfway to an explosive end.

Your arms crossed behind Wade's neck, leaning your forehead against his as his hands rocked your hips forward and back on his cock.

"Little Wade's gonna be all wrinkled when he's done in you," Wade muttered.

You scrunched your nose at him, wanting to smile but feeling the heat in your cheeks kept you strained.

"I'll make your cock a part of me," you whimpered as his thumb crossed to touch your clit.

You clenched then, moaning louder in his face.

"That's it, kitten. Make it your own." He held his breath, letting you squeeze his cock with your fluttering walls.

Slowly, your orgasm built from there; each thrust driving you further until you were coming on Wade's cock, tightening your hold on it while your clit pulsed in response.

"Wade," you heaved.

It was tight again, the new sensation returning with you wetting Wade's thighs and the mattress.

"Baby," Wade grit, stopping the rocking of your hips and letting you edge him towards release.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, making you flutter again. Wade dropped his head to your shoulder, a choking moan stuttering from his lips.

Your real name, not a nickname. You gasped, hummed in response as your arms folded against his back to hold him close.

Your fingers swirled against the back of his head, swaying on his waist as come spurt into you, dousing the inner fire Wade caused.

But that wasn't enough to sate you. You two stayed molded together in the center of the bed, catching your breath while soft noises escaped you both.

Wade was the first to part from you, pulling out gently and tossing you off of him. He climbed off of the bed, bent to grab his towel and threw it over his shoulder at you.

"Stay there," Wade said, streaking over to the kitchen island to retrieve the boxes of Chinese food.

You grinned at him, flopping back onto the bed and wiggling your butt over the towel to keep the remainder of Wade's bed clean.

"Kung pao, kitten?" Wade offered, kneeling onto the bed and setting the boxes precariously on the comforter.

You nodded, staring dreamily at Wade; he moved over to you, reaching for the towel to clean up the cum that was easing out of you.

"I'm starving," you added, turning your torso on your side. You reached for the box of lo mein, tilting your chin up to beg a peck from Wade. "Thanks babe."

Wade slowly broke into a smile, leaning after your lips to get another. "Call me that all the time."

You hummed, going for the chopsticks attached to the side of your food. Wade shifted onto the bed, crossing his leg and taking his box of kung pao with stealing the fork from your lo mein.

He opened the box and stabbed at the biggest piece, bringing it to his lips before stopping.

Wade watched as you picked up a sliver of broccoli intertwined with noodles and held his fork out. You quirked a brow at him, tilting your head before tapping your chopsticks to his fork.

"To a year of us," Wade smiled. "Hopefully more."

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(y'all remember when YY did a full seven minutes in heaven with several different anime characters and it dragged on for a bit? that's this fic for me. anything I'll want to write for others, I'll try it out with my wade wilson 😝)

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Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 6 | what doesn't belong to him

Warnings | light smut, masturbation, dirty thoughts, gojo being a pervert, gojo being possessive, sukuna being sassy, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SEIJI remembered his first life and how y/n was a maid during that time as well.

But this time, things were different. She was under his care instead of her parents. And he was sure to take good care of her.

Four years later as they were both twenty years old, and he kept her very close.

In their first year together, y/n was quite the jittery mess. She apologized for everything. Flinched from his touch. It took a long while to convince her that he would never hurt her.

In the second year of her being his maid, he found that she smiled more. And didn't flinch as often as she used to.

Then, when they were both nineteen years old, she finally gained enough courage to speak first and to engage in conversation. Oh how his heart soared when she started talking before him, asking questions, and talking about her day and what not.

Now, as they were twenty, it was safe to say that their relationship evolved.

With his hand wrapped around his pulsing cock, he let his head fall back into his plush pillows. His eyes screwed shut as he whimpered and moaned. His hand stroking his length, hard and fast as he imagined it be y/n's smaller hands. How he could just imagine her dainty hands trying to wrap around his length as her doe eyes would look up at him. Her lips gently kissing his pink tip.

"Y/n..."

His hips rutted into his hand. His breath becoming ragged as his free hand gripped the sheets beneath him.

"A- ah, fuck!"

His thoughts ran rampant as he imagined different scenarios with y/n beneath him, bent in different positions as he would thrust his heavy cock into her tight cunt.

In the many lives he lived, it was safe to say this was the first life he actually had such dirty thoughts of his true love. I mean, in all of his other lives, he never really had the chance too.

But maybe now..?

He moaned loudly, lewdly even when he came into his hand. His cum painting his fingers and palm. His breath heaving as he laid limp in his head.

He couldn't wait to marry her and take her properly. Maybe set up nice honeymoon, and a romantic setting too.

Smiling to himself, he got up to wash himself while also wondering where his dear little maid was at the moment.

Ah wait, I believe today is her day off. So she might be in town.

He grinned to himself.

Maybe I should go look for her and surprise her!

Chuckling to himself, he readied his own bath and thought of something to wear. He knew where she lived before coming to the estate and is well aware how both her parents are still alive and well and living in a more poverty stricken part of the city. Though, he also knows that her parents are foing quite well now, but only because y/n gives them all the money she earns while working as his maid.

Ahh, she's so nice and kind. I'll do anything to protect that innocence of hers.

Gojo hummed to himself as he walked the dirt path. Many onlookers and commoners not daring to cross his path as he walked.

Then, he saw it, her home.

I wonder how she'll react when she sees me.

Grinning, he cane upon her parents' door. Hand raising as he knocked softly.

"Coming!"

The muffled voice of her mother sounded behind the door, and soon enough, it opened for him. The soft gaze of her mother landing on him and soon her eyes widened in recognition.

"L- lord Gojo! I- I was not aware you were coming today! Did- did y/n have work today?"

Gojo shook his head, "no, no. She is off today, but I felt the need to come see her."

Her mother visibly relaxed and her smile returned, "I see, would you like to come in?"

"That would be wonderful, miss l/n."

Y/n's mother stepped to the side and ushered him in, "ah, before I forget, we .. we actually have another guest today. A childhood friend of hers."

Gojo laughed, "don't worry, thats not a problem."

Her mother nodded and went to the living room, Gojo following behind.

"Mom, who was that at the door-? Master?!"

She was quick to stand and bow and Gojo waved a dismissive hand, "at ease, y/n, I'm just here for a surprise visit is all."

Gojo's six eyes landed on the man who was standing next her. Now, who the hell is that?

Her father, who just came into the room, smiled at Gojo, "its a pleasure to have you here today. And if you're wondering, this is Ryomen Sukuna, y/n's childhood friend."

Gojo hummed to himself as he smiled at the other man. A wave of anger and possessiveness washing over him.

Sukuna merely smiled, mocking and cruel, "ah, so you're y/n's master huh? Thought you were taller."

"Sukuna," y/n hit his shoulder as she hissed at him lowly. Sukuna merely chuckling before wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Whatever, its good to meet you, I guess."

"Same here," Gojo muttered, his eyes turning to the arm around her waist, "if I may ask, you two seem a bit closer than just childhood friends."

Y/n was quick to blush and look away as Sukuna's grin widened, "yeah, about that, I actually came here today to ask for her hand in marriage. I'm sure you clan supremacists know what marriage is, right? I'm sure your own marriage will be arranged soon."

"Sukuna," y/n whined, "stop being mean to master. You know I work for him."

Sukuna shrugged, "when we're married you won't have to work ever again, so it doesn't really matter what I say to him now."

Gojo couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He couldn't believe some nobody was getting in his and y/n's way of finding true happiness.

I'll kill him.

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Sweet as Candy - Dew X Reader (nsfw version)

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⚠️Warnings: NSFW, Smut, quickie, slight public foreplay, fingering, oral, swallowing. Basically very horny dewdrop.

Summary: You’re tired and sore after a show and Dew helps you unwind by giving you a quick but good time backstage.

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It wasn’t uncommon to have nights like these after shows. Everyone frantic to get out of the sweaty and hot stage clothes, putting the equipment away so it was ready for the next venue. And today was no different. If anything, it was more manic.

Swiss was running about with phantom fighting over the first shower, Copia was frantically getting his paint off and trying to take this outfit off simultaneously, Mountain was non-stop complaining about how sweaty he was, soon joining the bickering with Swiss and Phantom, the ghoulettes were helping to put everything away ready for the next venue. Then there was you and Dew.

You two were already showered and changed into the cozy loungewear you both had brung for after the show, you resting your head on Dew’s lap as he played with your hair. Both of you just looking onto the chaos of your fellow band mates as you cuddled silently.

Every for as common the chaos was, it still took both of you by surprise slightly seeing how chaotic it truly was tonight.

“You know, I’m surprised it took this long into the tour for them to lose it over showers,” You mutter as quiet as you could with a small chuckle. Your head moving to look up into his eyes.

He chuckles in response to your passing comment, still playing with your hair, “Well, it was only a matter of time until they did. It started yesterday though between Swiss and I,” He spoke softly, looking down at you with a small smile playing on his lips.

Both of your attention pulled from each other hearing the squabbles rage louder between now Mountain and Swiss for the shower.

“Phantom must have just slipped in,” You chuckle, pulling your attention back to Dew as you play with the hem of his shirt.

He huffs a small laugh and looks back own you you, the small creases by his eyes showing as he smiles, “He’s slick, I’ll give him that,” He mutters with a grin, his hands moving to gently trace your arms as you lay on him.

“Wonder who he got that from,” You giggle, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm as you smirk up at him.

His only response was the soft giggle he would let out every so often when you two got playful. You couldnt deny how cute it was and you gave the smallest smile when he giggled.

You sigh softly and snuggle into him further, your horns bumping his chest as your head shifted to a comfortable spot.

“You’re cute all cuddled up like that,” Dew whispered to you, tracing small shapes over your arm as he looked down at you.

You let out a small content hum followed up by a small yawn as you stretch out.

“That show took a lot out of me, I’m so sore,” you sigh, finally sitting up from your spot on his lap to stand and stretch. Dew smirks slightly, one of his pointy fangs sat over his lips.

“You know, sweetheart, I could always ease the pain,” he chuckles, his voice low and laced in a flirtatious tone coupled with pure lust.

You flush pink at his words, your cheeks instantly heating up at the mere thought of what he would do.

You knew Dew well enough at this point to know how merciless yet irresistible he was. Even before you two got together, it was almost a constant routine of having quickies and secret sessions before or after shows. And that habit only got worse when you did start dating.

“Dew, you know we can’t,” you sigh, your red cheeks making him chuckle softly as you turned to face him again.

“Oh come on, it’s not like the others don’t know~” he mutters, teasingly slipping a hand into your joggers in the most unsubtle way he could.

You squirm at the feeling of his fingers ever so gently rubbing along your clit, your eyes instantly looking so innocent and submissive for him as you keep your eyes locked on his.

“Why? Why here?” You whisper, your voice barely audible as you try and compose yourself.

“Well, you want to unwind after all,” he whispers close to your ear, the hot sting of his breath hitting your neck as he talked.

You feel your breath hitch as he gently slides a finger into your underwear, feeling along the already wet folds. A seemingly amused smirk plastering on his face as he tutted softly. “My my, already set for me huh?” He teased, continuing the slow motion now against the swollen and sensitive nub.

“If Swiss or mountain sees us we’re dead,” you manage out through heaving pants, trying your hardest to keep your composure and to also not be loud.

“Not like they haven’t seen this before, darling,” he whispers again, dragging you up off the couch whilst sliding his fingers out of your joggers.

He pulls you into a small side room, a smaller dressing room that wasn’t being utilised. You hear Swiss briefly chuckle, both of you knowing he knew what you were up to.

“There, there’s more privacy for my princess,” he chuckles, clearing a space on the vanity.

Before you could even say a word, he hilted you up on the vanity without an issue. His hands beginning to tug your joggers down as he propped you back a small bit.

“Dew, darling. Please just be quick,” you mumble, starting to feel all hot and desperate as he tugged your underwear off onto the floor with the joggers.

“Tell me everything you want, I’ll provide princess,” he hummed softly as he gently pressed his nose to your clit. His tongue softly and swiftly moving against your clit as he lifted his head up.

Almost instantly upon the feeling, your head rolls back with a prolonged grunt. His tongue moving slowly back and forth in the way he knew drove you crazy.

“That’s it baby,” he mumbles against you, using the flat surface of his pointed tongue against the nub again.

A few harsher and louder moans falling from you as you lean back on the mirror of the vanity you sat upon.

“Fuck, that feels so good~” you mutter through the moans, using your hands to support you as you prop up a tiny bit more.

He hums in response, picking up the pace of the movement of his tongue.

He took note of you saying to be quick and he was really pushing for that. One of his fingers sliding in to your entrance followed by another, slowly pumping in and out in a nice rhythm.

Your moan turned into more of a choked squeak feeling the intense wave of pleasure corse through you. Your back arched up at the feelings as you grip his hair in your fist.

“That’s it baby~ that’s it~” he whispers, pulling his head away from your clit with a wet pop sound from his lips.

You whimper softly and screw your eyes shut, the simple feeling of his fingers pumping in you driving you to the brink of orgasm.

“Please, fuck please dew,” you whimper out, your breaths growing short feeling the heat rise in you.

“Go on pretty girl~” he chuckled softly seeing your desperation.

His fingers doing a few harsh and deep thrusts inside you, finally tipping you over the edge. Your head pressing firmly back into the now steamed up mirror, your legs and arms shaking as you let out over his hand. Your lips were practically sealed shut trying to not make any sound to alert anyone in the other room.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, gently brining his fingers out of you with a satisfied smirk.

You heave for breath as you lean back again into the mirror, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you try and recover from the quick yet overwhelmingly pleasurable moment.

“Fuck,” you huff out, looking at the small white puddle between your legs with a slight red blush.

Dew chuckled softly and bring his two fingers to his mouth, licking them both with another pop

“You taste just as sweet as candy,” he whispered, walking over to you with a small smile before pressing a tiny kiss on your head.

“I didn’t expect… that,” you mumble, a small blush rising back to your cheeks as you sit up again.

“Well, you wanted to unwind and be freed of the pain.” He chuckled, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the small white puddle on the black vanity top.

His arm wrapping around you to help you down afterwards.

“Here princess,” he hummed, helping you get into your clothes again and fixing you up.

You chuckle softly and lean up, pressing a kiss on his cheek softly before unlocking and leaving the room.

You scan the room and see Swiss leaning back on the couch, Phantom beside him with wet hair. No one other than Swiss seeming to notice you had come back to the room, all until Swiss’ chuckle as you both sat down.

“You might need these next time,” Swiss teased, chucking a packet of condoms over at dew with a smirk.

Both you and Dew going red almost instantly making Swiss and Phantom chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up, dickwit,” dew groaned, launching them back at Swiss who only giggled louder at the anger.

“Well, he’s not any better is he?” Phantom snorted, earning a soft snarl from Dew in response.

This was gonna be a long night.

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do you have any thoughts on luna and harry as a potential couple post-canon? i was reading your post on harry/ginny and i really loved your perspective on it, especially when you said your vision for harry post war was basically just lots and lots of big dogs (i LOVE that mental image and i agree it would be SO good for him!!) but i was wondering if you'd consider luna and harry to be a good match for each other? personally i have a sort of soft spot for the pairing because of how fond harry is of her in canon, and i think if anyone was going to understand and be unfazed by all the difficult trauma responses and long healing process he's going to be dealing with for years after the war, luna seems like a good fit :)

My love for Harry as a character is kind of unusual to me, considering I go pearl-diving for ships when I read things, and I fall in love with dynamics as a conduit to falling in love with characters. That said, I don't really ship him with anybody. I just genuinely adore That Weird Little Dude. Same with Ron; I'm just as pleased to see them with a range of people, because (A) I believe they're good partners and can have great relationships with many people (Ron Weasley get behind me they could never make me hate you Ron Weasley), but also (B) I don't see either of their canon relationships as Definitive. Some characters I ship together because I sincerely believe they are (non-deterministic) soulmates, in that they bring out parts of each other that make them the freshest, happiest, most interesting versions of themselves. With other characters, I'll look at a couple and go: "Huh. Could work!" and smack my giant rubber [APPROVED] stamp on it, then get back to work on my blorbos.

Luna and Harry are one of those couples for me. As I mentioned in that other post, I think Harry's primary requirement in a partner is someone who can treat him normally, i.e. will be generally chill about the Became Wizard Jesus Twice situation. Which is a big ask. Luna is uniquely capable of doing that because Luna is not normal at all, and so treats all things, extraordinary and ordinary both, as uniformly dazzling and delightful. I believe this is why Harry enjoys her so much in their friendship, because he gets to feel valued and treasured without feeling unusual or othered — a hard line to toe, and one even Ron and Hermione occasionally trip up on. He seems to like hanging out with her a great deal, and I think it says something sweet that he asks her to the Slug Club party instead of any of the girls in Gryffindor from his year, whom he'd ostensibly know better.

Luna is a bit of a cipher to me, I admit. We know she's the daughter of an eccentric and probably traumatized single father, raised without a mother; deeply lonely, because of how she's been ostracized for her beliefs and hobbies, and the victim of some degree of bullying for it; and yet full of a passionate, almost effortless wonder and joie de vivre. She's also intensely loving (cf. painting her friends' faces on her bedroom ceiling) and very hard to embarrass. She likes Harry for understandable reasons; they share most of those qualities (Harry's more sensitive to others' opinions, understandably so), and the only point where they diverge is their actual hobbies and interests. Harry seems pretty fond of her nonsense, and I bet she could sell him on crumple-horned snorkacks given some time — maybe if Hermione took a vacation to Switzerland and left them alone together.

In general, what I find sweet about the idea of these two is they're so chill. These are two people whose chief ambition is to hang out, enjoy their hobbies, and see some cool magical shit. Date night is so fucking easy for these two. Plus, Harry is a hothead a lot of the time, and Luna just... vibes. Literally never bothered. Insane levels of not fussed at all times. Very helpful for Harry, who has a bad tendency to bottle up his feelings and then blow up at the first person to sneeze at him. Conversely, I'd hope that Harry would age into the kind of genial, confident dude who would be able to rock up with a function where people were talking shit about Luna and be like :) My wife? You mean my wise and beautiful wife? Surely you are not talking about my wise and beautiful wife. :) instead of doing what he'd do from age 15-17, which is get mad and stomp around sulking. Which, again: teenager. Orphan. Non-stop trauma gauntlet from age 2-18. Excuses are made. But still. Would think it best if Luna's husband were not perhaps so keenly sensitive to gossip, for Luna's sake.

Anyway, these are just some dissembled thoughts. There's also something in there about Harry, boy under the staircase, falling in love with the magical world and ending up the Most Magical person, i.e., the person who took believing in magic to such an extreme that she imagines magic that doesn't exist yet. And Luna ends up with the one person who's inarguably stranger than she is.

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POV

Natasha POV of the opening scene of Of Home Near! (Original version here.) About 1.1K below the break.

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Sometimes Natasha thought that Howard Stark just liked looking at Steve.

She had seen Tony watch Pepper when he thought no one else was looking, and there was a little of that in the way Howard watched Steve, his chin propped on one hand and his eyes going soft and pleased.  Part of it might have been only that Howard had missed his best friend while Steve had been presumed dead and was more than a little afraid that Steve would vanish if he looked away, but if there was one thing other than how to kill people Natasha knew, it was how to read men.

She couldn’t exactly blame Howard for it.  She liked looking at Steve too, and she was the one who was in his bed every night.  She had the right to look, which was still a fairly novel sensation for her.

By the time they had been there for a week, everyone in the SSR was getting fairly stir-crazy due to the lockdown Howard had imposed.  As far as Natasha could tell, no one was actively opposed to it; despite Howard’s attempts to spread a more mundane version of the story, rumors of Captain America’s dramatic return had spread and at this stage in the war everyone in the SSR was paranoid enough to understand the reasons for the lockdown.  It just didn’t mean they enjoyed it.  It also meant that they were running short-handed since Howard had instituted the lockdown in the middle of the night, when most of the SSR’s personnel had already gone home.

They were in Howard’s office, Natasha watching Howard watch Steve and wondering if Steve had any idea that Howard Stark was in love with him, when she heard the sudden silence in the lab outside.  Steve cocked his head to one side, listening, then suddenly went white.  Natasha looked at him in concern, then turned as the door opened behind them.

“Stark, you are aware there’s still a war on, aren’t you?  We can’t drop everything to hop across the Channel just on your say-so.”

The speaker was a tall army officer with a weathered face, wearing a colonel’s insignia and SSR pins.  There was a woman with him, mouth painted red and brown hair perfectly coiffed, and four years ago Natasha had seen both of their portraits flanking Howard Stark’s in an old SHIELD building in New Jersey not long before Hydra had blown it to hell.

Howard’s gaze flickered quickly to Steve’s still face before he straightened up. “I didn’t think this one could wait,” he said.  “And you took your time coming back; I called you a week ago.”

“Because there’s still a war on,” the woman said.  Steve shut his eyes at the sound of her voice, breathing hard, and Natasha closed her hands into fists.  She might be sleeping with him now, might have his name and his borrowed ring on her finger, but she was under no illusions about where she ranked on a scale that included Peggy Carter.  “Well, what is it?”

Howard looked at Steve again instead of responding.  Steve breathed in deeply, then opened his eyes and turned around.  “Peggy,” he said, then swallowed hard and added, “Sir,” to Chester Phillips.

Phillips blinked once, clearly startled, and said, “Rogers.”

Peggy didn’t say anything at all.  She just walked forward until she could put her arms around Steve.  Natasha bit the inside of her cheek as Steve hugged her back, his whole body briefly going slack with relief, like he had gotten something back that he had never expected to have again.  Which he had.

When Peggy finally pulled back, she reached up for him, and this time Natasha looked away, belatedly aware of Howard Stark’s sharp gaze tracking the motion.

Steve said, “Peggy, wait – wait –” and Natasha looked back, startled.

Peggy seized his left hand, staring at the ring on his finger, and said, “You –!”  Then she punched him in the face.

Steve staggered backwards and almost fell.  Natasha and Howard caught him to steady him as he got his feet under him again, staring at Peggy with huge, hurt eyes.

“Well,” Howard said, releasing him once he was sure that Natasha had a good grip on Steve’s other arm, “at least she didn’t shoot you this time.”

“Thanks, Howard,” Steve said, touching his jaw gingerly. “That really makes me feel better.”  He was trembling a little under Natasha’s hands, but his voice was even.  Since she had seen him take a punch from a god without flinching, she suspect his reaction was more surprise than anything else.

Peggy shot Natasha a hard look that both took in the ring on her left hand and quite obviously found her wanting.  Natasha met her gaze calmly, not willing to let herself waver and undermine Steve.

“Glad to see you’re in fine form, Rogers,” Colonel Phillips said, turning to shut the door on the audience they had acquired in the lab.  He looked at Natasha and added, “Is this the lucky lady?”

“Natasha Rogers, Colonel Phillips, Agent Carter.”  She let go of Steve and offered the colonel her hand.  His grip was firm and dry; she saw him register her pistol calluses and nod a little, giving Steve a contemplative look that was probably at least as much evaluating his taste in women as gauging anything about Natasha.

Natasha felt the pistol calluses on Peggy Carter’s palm and fingers as the other woman squeezed her hand a little too hard, her expression suggesting that she would have liked to rip Natasha’s throat out with her teeth.  Her gaze tracked the scar at Natasha’s hairline from the Battle of New York as well as the way Natasha shifted her weight after Peggy released her, one professional’s quick evaluation of another.  She didn’t look at Steve, whose expression was miserable.

Howard and Phillips were both looking back and forth between Steve, Peggy, and Natasha like spectators at a three-way tennis match.  Natasha let out her breath, then took Steve’s hand in hers, folding her fingers around his and squeezing a little to reassure him.

She had only been thinking about how Steve might react to Peggy Carter.  It had never occurred to her to worry about how Peggy Carter might react to him.  Or to Natasha, for that matter.

“You were able to bail out?” Phillips asked Steve.

Steve took a deep breath. “Not exactly,” he said. “I didn’t walk away from the crash, either.”  He glanced at Natasha, who nodded a little in response to his unspoken question, then took another deep breath and looked back at Phillips.  “I’m Steve Rogers, but I’m not your Steve Rogers – I mean, I am, I’m just not from 1945.  Nat and I are from 2018.”

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Different Meeting AU Part 3 Ayo??

This part was kind of long, but it’s a lot of filler stuff so I figured I would just post it all

If you're keeping up with this, it can all be found under Different Meeting AU on my blog

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“Wait, lab as in Hawkins National Lab?”

“Yeah, I don’t know all the details of this part since I didn’t get looped in until the very end but Dustin knows what happened.” Steve had started at the beginning, explaining how Will had been abducted by a monster from another dimension that night in ‘83 after a little girl raised in a lab accidentally opened a gate. Unfortunately, as he had said, Steve only knew the broad strokes of what happened the first time around. He glances at Dustin, silently asking him to start filling in the details of that first year, and god bless that big brain of his, because Dustin starts talking.

“Yeah, after Will disappeared, Mike, Lucas and I snuck out to go look for him-“

“I didn’t know you did that-“

“Hush, Steve, now isn’t the time to act like my mother-“

“I would be so lucky to be Claudia-“

“Oh my god, whatever. Anyway, we snuck out and in the woods we found El, Eleven. She had no hair and was dressed in a giant yellow t-shirt with no pants or shoes, so we brought her back to Mike’s and hid her in the basement. We slowly worked information out of her, including that she had been raised in the lab, and she saw Will get taken. She’s the reason we call it the Upside Down, she saw a picture of Will and kept flipping it upside down to show where he had gone. We call the monster a Demogorgon because that’s what we were fighting in our campaign the night he got taken.” Eddie is staring at Dustin in shock, eyes flitting around to everyone else in the room to see if they’ll show he’s bluffing - no one does. At this point, Steve pipes up.

“The night they found El was also when….you know how I refuse to swim in my pool?” Eddie looks at him, eyes creasing in confusion.

“Yeah?”

“That’s because, that night, I had a small party. I was just starting to date Nancy and I wanted to impress her, so I invited her, Tommy H, Carol, and Nance’s friend Barb Holland to my place.”

“Didn’t Barb-“

“Yeah, this is what really happened to her. She had cut her hand shotgunning a beer, and Nance had gone in the pool, so I took her upstairs to get changed. Her and Barb had a fight - Barb never liked me, and I can’t blame her - so Barb stayed outside by the pool. The next day she was missing. We only found out what really happened because Jonathan had snuck into the woods behind my house to take pictures of Nancy and got one of-of us getting undressed in my room-“

“That’s why you broke his camera?”

“Yeah, that’s why. But the pictures he took showed Barb suddenly disappearing from by the pool. That’s how he and Nancy started talking in the first place, she saw Barb in one of his photos. We later found out through El that Barb died in the Upside Down version of my pool.”

“Holy shit, Stevie, no wonder you hate that pool.” Eddie pulled Steve closer, both of them needing the reassurance the other could bring in that moment. Dustin coughed gently to get their attention before he kept talking.

“Around this time, Hopper was starting to look into the lab, and then the fake body was left in the quarry. Nancy ended up finding a small gate at some point and went through it, I don’t know when that happened-“

“I do.” Steve interjected, having figured all this out from his own timeline.

“Did Nancy tell you when that happened?”

“No, but I went to her house the night before it all came to a close. I found her laying in her bed with Jonathan and all the lights were on. I figured out after everything was over, when she mentioned having been into the Upside Down and Jon helping her get out, that must have been the night she went in. That was also the night that led to the infamous movie theater graffiti and my fight with Jonathan.”

“I always meant to ask, but I didn’t want to upset you - did you do the spray paint or did someone else?” Robin spoke softly, clearly still wanting to be gentle about her question, and Steve gave her a soft smile to show his appreciation.

“Tommy did it. I’m pretty sure he had a crush on me, looking back on our interactions, and he was so mad when I told him I found Nance in bed with Jon that he took in upon himself to shame her. I was too mad when she confronted me to tell her I didn’t do it, especially because at the time I didn’t fully disagree. I also said really shitty things to Jonathan to get him to fight me because I was so mad. The whole reason I ended up at the Byers’ house that night was because I was trying to apologize to Jonathan for what I had said to him.”

“That’s how you got involved? I thought it was about Nancy?” Steve shakes his head at Dustin.

“No, I realized that Tommy and Carol were shitty people and ditched them before going to clean up the graffiti and then I went to the Byers’ to apologize. Nancy answered the door, she had a cut on her hand and the house reeked of gasoline so I worked my way inside and saw weapons all over the place. Nancy pointed a gun in my face and told me to run, I didn’t but when a monster jumped through the ceiling, I ran. I ended up going back inside and that’s how I got the bat - it was Jonathan’s but it was by the door and they were both cornered, so I grabbed it and helped them beat back the Demogorgon and light it on fire. We thought we killed it, but it ended up going to the school.”

“School? Why the school?” Eddie was sort of following, but the mention of the school throws him off. Dustin steps in with an answer though.

“The Middle School, it’s where we were. Before Nancy and Jonathan went back to the Byers everyone was at the middle school with El. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it yet, but El has super powers and she said she could find Will in the Upside Down. But she needed a sensory depravation tank, and the only place with that much salt was the school. Mike, El, Lucas and I stayed at the school after she found him so Mrs. Byers and Hopper could go get him and Nancy and Jonathan went to distract the Demogorgon. Unfortunately the people from the lab found us - they had been searching the whole week and had found us at Mike’s before we ran for it. El ended up killing a bunch of them before the Demogorgon arrived and she ended up sending it back to the Upside Down, disappearing while she did it.”

We all thought she was dead, but it turned out that she had been hiding in the woods and Hopper found her and took her in.”

“Hang on, you guys were what, 12?”

“Yeah, but that’s besides the point. That was only year one.” Eddie blinks, taking in all the information being handed to him.

“Year one? This has happened multiple times?”

“Yeah, about once a year or so.”

“Jesus H Christ. Alright, go ahead, explain year two.” Steve speaks up this time, before Dustin can.

“I know about this time, so let me. Will spent a week in the Upside Down, which ended up giving him a permanent connection to the place and he ended up getting possessed. The kids called it the Mind Flayer, since it controlled the Upside Down and stuff. At the same time, Dustin found a weird slug thing from the Upside Down and decided to keep it as a pet, for some reason. It ended up eating his cat, because it was from a hell dimension, what else would it do-”

“It was for science, Steve!”

“Whatever, Nancy and I had a huge fight at a Halloween party and I went to apologize, which is how I got roped into helping dustin track down his demon pet. It gets kind of blurry at this point, everything was going really fast, I remember making a trail of raw meat along train tracks to the junkyard and fortifying an old school bus with Dustin, Lucas and Max, then I fought off a bunch of demodogs-”

“Demodogs?” Eddie looked to Dustin for clarification.

“Demogorgons grow like frogs, so they start as little slug things and about halfway through their growth they look like dogs, with a tail and four legs. So, demodogs.”

“Alright then, continue I guess.”

“Right, so we fight of the demodogs before the get called back to the lab by the Mind Flayer. Everyone meets up at the Byers’ house to plan and figure out what’s going on with Will. This is when we figure out that he's possessed and that the Mind Flayer has been building a series of tunnels under Hawkins. Plus, the gate at the Lab had been opening further and further in the year since it was first opened. So we all split up again, Hopper takes El to go close the gate, Mike, Jonathan, Joyce and, after I told her to go, Nancy take Will somewhere to try to get the Mind Flayer out of him, and I'm stuck babysitting.”

“How did they get it out of him?”

“It likes it cold, so they just blasted his was as much heat as possible. Kind of like an infection, I guess. You have to sweat it out. I remember the start of this next part, but not the end. I was on babysitting duty, watching Dustin, Lucas and Max, when Billy fucking Hargrove shows up. He had been after Lucas ever since he saw him and Max hanging out, racist asshole - sorry, Max.” Steve glances over at Max who just shrugs. “I told the kids to stay hidden and stepped outside to get him to leave, but of course none of the children could stay out of sight and he spotted them. Pushed right past me into the house and cornered Lucas, talking about how he's going to kill him. I, of course, got in the way and started a fight. It was pretty evenly matched, until he broke a plate over my head. After that things get pretty blurry, and I don't remember much except waking up in the back of Billy’s car with Max behind the wheel.” Max snorts.

“Yeah, you were really out of it. In order to get Billy to stop, I had to use the sedative we had used on Will. I then took Steve’s bat and nearly caved in his balls, told him to leave me and my friends alone, and then he passed out. We dragged Steve’s body to Billy’s car and drove to the pumpkin patch, which had an entrance to the tunnels. Our plan was to light them on fire to give El a distraction. Steve was pretty incoherent but the adrenaline helped him stay moving. We got a huge section lit on fire and got out of the tunnels before Steve collapsed again - Lucas drove that time, bringing us back to the Byers’ house. Thankfully Billy had run off so he wasn’t there when we got back. Hop ended up bringing Steve to the hospital that night because he wouldn’t stop puking.”

“Because I had grade 3 concussion!”

“Yeah, whatever, it was still gross. But, yeah that was year 2,” Max finished, shrugging as if to say ‘this is no big deal’.

“That’s what happened to your face in ‘84?” Eddie looked at Steve, tracing a small scar under his eye with a finger.

“Yeah, not the last time I got my face beaten during one of these though.”

“That’s not very reassuring, Steve.”

“Yeah, I know.... this part is, well, you're probably not gonna like hearing about it.”

Eddie gulped before nodding, “Alright, go ahead then.”

“This happened last summer, it ended on the fourth of July-” Steve watched the realization dawn across Eddie’s face.

“This is why you came to see me?”

“Yeah, it is. I'm not sure about all the Billy-Mind Flayer stuff, but I do know that at some point in late June, Billy got possessed by the Mind Flayer. But because the gate was closed - sort of, but we didn't find out about that until later - the Mind Flayer needed to make a body for itself. It started having Billy flay people, or at least that’s what we called it. He basically replaced them with pieces of the hive mind that could sort of melt into a flesh monster. At the same time, I’m working at Scoops Ahoy in the mall with Robin and Dustin comes home from summer camp, talking about a Russian transmission he picked up on his radio tower thing-”

“It’s called Cerebro, Steve, and I was trying to contact Suzie when I picked up the transmission.”

“Right, Cerebro, well Dustin comes into Scoops and tells me about the transmission and we start trying to decode it-” Robin holds up a hand awkwardly.

“That’s where I got involved, I'm good with languages so I helped translate but all we got was a stupid code. I don't think I would have made sense of it if Steve hadn’t figured out where the transmission was coming from though.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Robbie-”

“Yes it is, Steve. The transmission had music in the background, and Dustin and I were too focused on the words, but Steve kept listening to the music and figured out where it was from. The music was the song you hear from an Indiana Flyer horse ride thing, which meant that the Russians were in the mall somewhere.”

“Steve, that’s insane.” Eddie grinned at him along with Robin as Steve blushed.

“I just remembered a song, Robin figured out what the code actually meant - it was linked to the supply company for a bunch of different stores in the Mall. So we decided to do a stake out and saw them go into this secret locked room at the loading bay. Erica got involved at this point, because we needed a way in and the only way was through the air ducts. We got into the room on the 3rd, but the door locked behind us and suddenly we were falling, because the room was also an elevator. I have no idea how long we were stuck in there before we were able to sneak out behind the Russians who came to collect crates from the elevator. After walking for miles, we found the central hub and, unfortunately, the gate the Russians were opening. They built a machine to open a gate to the Upside Down under the mall, and Dustin and I started to panic at that point. We also set off the alarms so we had to try to run, and got cornered so Rob and I told the kids to go and we.... got captured.”

“You-... you were captured by Russians???” Steve sighed, Robin coming over to sit on his other side and hold onto his calf.

“Yeah, I knew by that point that Robin talked when she was nervous, so I started yelling so they would focus on me and it worked.”

“Sure, it worked, but it got you tortured, Dingus.” Robin squeezed his leg gently, a reminder for both of them that they were okay.

“I’m sorry, tortured? Did you just say tortured?”

“Yes, I did. I don't know what they did to him, he won't tell me, but I heard the screaming and I saw him when he was dragged in. I didn’t think he was breathing at first.” The hand Eddie had on the back of Steve’s neck squeezed a little, pulling him a little closer.

“That’s what happened to your face?”

“Yeah, they came back once I came to - they had tied Robin and I back to back in chairs - for some more interrogation, but when that didn't work, they came back with some blue shit in a needle and they injected us both-”

“Getting drugged at a club-”

“Yep... I don't know what it was, but it was strong. They came back once it had kicked in, and just before they ripped out one of my fingernails, Dustin and Erica burst in with stun batons and they helped us get out. I remember bits and pieces of the next hour or so. I remember watching Back to Future for a little, then running out to drink water, and then we were puking in the men’s bathroom.”

“Jesus christ, Steve. No wonder you were so nervous that day.”

“Things got pretty fast after that. We narrowly escaped being captured by the Russians again, everyone else showed up and the Mind Flayer showed up not long after that. I drove Erica and Dustin up to his radio, then I hit Billy Hargrove’s car with my car - didn’t know he was possessed at that point, by the way, just saw him driving at everyone with Nancy shooting at him.”

“Of course you did, that’s incredible.”

“We started leading the Mind Flayer away from the mall, Hopper, Joyce and their friend Murray, I think that’s his name, had gone down into the base to close to gate. But halfway through our drive, the Mind Flayer turned around and we had to go back. Thank god for Lucas, he had grabbed a ton of fireworks earlier in the night, so we had those to use as weapons. I don't remember all the details but Billy ended up letting the Mind Flayer kill him to protect El, and then the gate closed and it collapsed. At the end of the night, Hopper was dead and so was Billy. I also discovered an interesting development in the parking lot, that no one can get mad at me for not sharing-”

“When you say that, it makes me feel like I'm definitely going to be mad at you,” Robin glared at Steve as she spoke.

“So, I may or may not have realized that I couldn’t fully hear out of my left ear anymore.”

“And you didn't say anything, WHY?”

“It felt like we had more important things to deal with.” Steve looked away from Robin, who was still glaring at him and saw Eddie looking like all the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly been put together.

“That actually explains so much, like how-”

“Please, do not finish that sentence, I know where it is going and I am begging you, there are children present.” Eddie just grinned.

“Fine. Is that... is that everything? Crazy alternate dimension with man-eating monsters, a little girl with super powers-”

“Actually, she doesn’t have powers anymore. We don't know what happened but she had been attacked by the Mind Flayer before we got to the mall and it did something to her powers,” Max added, the only one who hadn’t been in the Russian base in the boat house.

“Okay, so no more girl with super powers, but still a hell dimension with man-eating monsters? And my boyfriend being tortured by Russians?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s everything.”

“Well shit, at least I’m not crazy. Looks like we have to figure out what’s causing this stuff this time though. If it helps you guys at all, Chrissy did say she felt like she had been going crazy, and I think she was seeing things.”

“That sounds like a curse, like-” Dustin and Eddie make eye contact.

“Vecna’s curse.”

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Recreation - Satoru Gojo - REQUESTED

Domestic moments with Husband Gojo, where you guys reminisce moments with one another especially your first dance during your wedding. So why not recreate that magical moment of a first dance. (In the end, may you add their daughter dancing along with them, that would be so cute!)

Sorry this took so long, was on a little break! I hope you enjoy, I did my best to make this extremely cute and fuffy! (Also my Submission form was kinda bugged when you submitted it so I didn't get to tag you. Sorry!)

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Around the time you got married, there was a saying flying around. A joke between inside friends. ‘If Satoru Gojo can get married, then maybe there’s hope for us after all.’ It was no secret how handsome Gojo was perceived, and the many looks and all the attention the male would get from women. 

But it wasn’t his looks that tended to drive women away, his silly personality was just a little too much for one to handle on a daily basis. His arrogance, ego, pride, it was another handful that wasn’t so pleasurable. 

Despite this, he had no interest in settling. That is, until he met you. Your first day on the job, hair pressed to a flowy silky state, a lift mist of perfume radiating from your body, a deep shade of red painted on your lips. He didn’t see your face first though, it was the tight little skirt you wore that drew him in first.

You found his persistent advances rather bothersome, and his behavior grated on your nerves. His arrogance and ego only fueled your resistance, and you made it clear that you were not interested in his advances.

However, Gojo, being the determined and stubborn man he was, saw your rejection as a challenge rather than a deterrent. He couldn't resist the opportunity to win you over, intrigued by your unwavering will to reject him.

But with due time, you began to peel back the layers of his silly and arrogant exterior, you discovered his kindness, loyalty, and unwavering support for those he cared about. Slowly, his persistence transformed into genuine affection, and he became a person you could rely on.

One day, after a particularly challenging day at work, you found yourself seeking comfort in a quiet corner of the office. Unexpectedly, Satoru appeared by your side, offering a cup of coffee and a sympathetic ear. Despite his bad habit of always talking about himself, he listened attentively as you poured out your frustrations. It was in that moment that you realized how much he had grown on you, how much you valued his presence in your life.

It was almost like he knew exactly the moment that you fell for him, the grin on his face as your face slowly changed colors. Satoru's relentless pursuit had paid off, and with a couple of dates, you both discovered a connection that surpassed superficial attraction.

The relationship had its ups and down. It was hard dating the most eligible bachelor in Japan. It was a mental strain that heavily impacted your mental health. So many pretty girls would approach him, interrupting dates and coddling him. Not to mention old flings trying to get back with him. Sure Satoru would send them off, but his charm would only leave the ladies wanting more.

Sometimes you felt like you couldn’t compare to how beautiful the girls were. All of them make up for things you were lacking. Feelings of insecurity and comparison crept into your mind, causing moments of doubt and vulnerability. You couldn't help but wonder if you were enough for Satoru, given the beauty and allure of the women who pursued him.

Satoru remained steadfast and unwavering in his love for you, he constantly reminded you of his promising favor for you and only you, but it couldn’t help the small voice in the back of your mind. At first Satoru was nice about it, he understood, and was patient, but with your stubbornness to believe nobody could replace you, he eventually got fed up.

He was angry, storming out of your house with no words. Your stomach had churned with insecurity. Your heart sank with the fear of having jeopardized your relationship. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him, and your mind was consumed with regret and self-doubt.

Tears streamed down your face as you brought your knees closer to your body, unable to contain your emotions any longer. Your sobs echoed through the empty house, a painful reminder of the fragile state of your heart.

But just when you thought all hope was lost, the front door swung open, and there stood Satoru. He approached you slowly, his eyes locked with yours, and without uttering a single word, he knelt down on one knee.

In his hand was a sparkling ring, a symbol of his love and commitment. The sight took your breath away, a small feeling of silliness washing away the sorrow pit in your stomach. 

He spoke with a firm voice, pouring his heart out to you. He expressed how much you meant to him, how you had touched his life in ways no one else had. Declaring his unwavering love for you and his desire to spend the rest of his life by your side.

Tears had soon dried up on your cheeks, you couldn't find the words to respond. Overwhelmed with happiness, you simply nodded, tears streaming down your face as a resounding "Yes" escaped your lips.

Satoru slipped the ring onto your finger, sealing the promise of a future together and in that instant, the doubts and insecurities that had plagued you just vanished.

The day of your wedding soon arrived, and as you stood in front of the mirror, your breath caught in your throat. The sight that greeted you took your own breath away. Adorned in a white wedding gown, its intricate lace and flowing silhouette accentuated your every curve, making you feel like a vision of ethereal beauty.

The years since your high school prom had been filled with everyday moments and casual attire, leaving little opportunity to truly dress up. But now, in this momentous occasion, you were reminded of just how radiant and enchanting you could be.

Today you’d marry the man of your dreams. Waiting by the door was your father, his nose was red, having already started crying before even seeing you in the dress.

You walked towards him, the delicate lace of your gown brushing against the floor with every step. As you approached, your father's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to hold yours. 

His voice cracked as he whispered, "you look absolutely stunning, my dear. Today, you become a bride, but you will forever be my little girl."

“Thank you daddy,” you smiled.

With your father by your side, you made your way towards the ceremony, anticipation building in every beat of your heart. With a deep breath, the doors swung open, revealing the elegantly decorated venue. Friends and family everywhere.

The room was adorned with flowers, casting a soft, romantic ambiance. The guests turned their heads, their eyes filling with awe as they caught sight of you, a vision in white, walking down the aisle.

But you weren’t focused on the gawking stares, eyes on your soon to be husband standing at the altar with his hands in his pockets. Even at such an important event, Satoru would always be Satoru. 

You reached the altar, your father giving your hand a gentle squeeze before placing it in Satoru's. As you exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other for a lifetime, the room filled with a palpable sense of unity.

You spoke your rows with a rhythm, each word from memory as you had written the rows down a long time ago. When it came to Satoru’s turn, you noticed how his eyes would continuously peek down at his hand. With a small glimpse, you can see the small smudges of ink on his finger.

You resist the urge to laugh, rolling your eyes at the man. As the officiant pronounced you as husband and wife, a surge of pure joy rushed through your veins. The room erupted in applause and cheers, a symphony of happiness celebrating your union.

As you and Satoru sealed your vows with a tender kiss, the world faded away, leaving only the blissful realization that you were now married. Hand in hand, you walked back down the aisle, the sounds of jubilation following your every step.

You smile at the picture frame in your hand. A picture of your hand Satoru holding hands at the altar. It had been years since that happy moment, and you were now living in your new suburban home right in the best neighborhood  in Japan.

“What are you looking at hun?” 

You place the picture frame back in place as Satoru walks over, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You turn to face Satoru, a warm smile playing on your lips as you lean into his affectionate kiss. His presence always brings a sense of comfort and happiness to your life, even in the simplest of moments.

"I was just looking at this picture of us from our wedding day," you reply, your voice filled with nostalgia. "It's incredible how time flies. We've come so far since then, haven't we?"

“We definitely have.” Satoru wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But you are still as beautiful as the day I saw you walk down the aisle.” 

“And you are just as corny as the day I first met you.”

As you both stand in the cozy living room of your home, a sense of contentment washes over you. The walls are adorned with photographs, capturing cherished memories of vacations, family gatherings, and the milestones you've shared as a couple.

Satoru clears his throat, pulling away from you and walking over to the record player you had been gifted a couple years ago. He puts on a new record and in a few seconds a soft song begins to play.

“What are you up to?” You arch a brow at him. A mischievous smile dances across Satoru's lips as he adjusts the dimmers, creating an intimate and romantic atmosphere in the room. The soft glow of the lights casts a warm aura, enveloping both of you in its gentle embrace.

“This corny husband wants to dance with his beautiful wife,” Satoru says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Do you remember our first dance at our wedding?"

A wave of nostalgia washes over you and the melody of the song suddenly becomes familiar as you recall the enchanting dance that marked the beginning of your journey as husband and wife. 

As the music fills the room, a melodic tune that holds a special place in your heart, Satoru extends his hand towards you. "May I have this dance, my love?"

You accept his outstretched hand with a playful twinkle in your eyes. "Of course, but I hope you remember that I have two left feet."

Satoru chuckles, pulling you into his arms with practiced ease. "No worries. You can just step on my feet like last time."

The two of you sway gently to the rhythm of the song, losing yourselves in the moment. As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, his heartbeat becomes the rhythm that guides your dance. It feels as if time slows down, and the outside world fades away, leaving only the two of you in this precious moment.

His touch is gentle yet firm, his movements perfectly synchronized with yours. The dance becomes a language of its own, speaking volumes about your love and commitment. As you move in harmony, a smile graces your lips, and you whisper words of endearment to one another.

But the soft moment is interrupted by the gentle cries of a child in the other room. You both stop dancing, sharing a look before you walk over to the nursery. “Looks like someone doesn’t like being left out.”

You picked up your daughter, the baby’s beautiful eyes welled with tears. You smile as you pick her up, pressing her to your chest to rock her to a soothed state. As you return to the living room, Satoru remains where you left him, his arms open to hold you and his daughter.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to dance with both my favorite ladies.”

You approach him, handing him his daughter who he cradles in his arm with ease, as he pulls you into a warm and comforting hug. Together, the three of you create a new dance, swaying gently to the rhythm alongside your daughter's sleepy breaths. The world outside may be filled with chaos and responsibilities, but in this moment, you find solace in the warmth in the family you had created.

As you rest your head against Satoru's chest, you feel the steady beat of his heart—a rhythm that reassures you of the love and stability you've built together. You exchange soft whispers of affection, showering your daughter with loving words that soothe her delicate soul.

With each gentle sway, you realize that this dance is just as magical as the first dance at your wedding. It's a dance of parenthood, a dance that you’d grow to remember as you got older with your husband.

©LuvloveUni

[opheliajupiter99]

PLAY Pt. 5 (OUAW Horror Fanfic)

*Hootsie exited the playroom and ascended up the staircase as quietly as she could, aiming to reach whatever room was directly above said playroom. Despite those children downstairs appearing to just be mannequins, they ironically enough felt much more real than the false family she'd seen up until that point*

*She reached the top of the stairs, and quickly heard the muffled sounds of' 'papa's' voice, down near the end of the new hallway she'd entered into, trying not let out a hooting whimper. She loved the sound of her papa's voice, she always had, he'd always been such a caring and compassionate parent, which made the cruel, condescending tone in which this being spoke while stealing his voice deeply unsettling*

*She turned the corner as quietly as she could, trying not to lift her paws up from the wood to avoid her claws clacking against it, and moved towards the room; and just as quickly froze. The door was just like all the others, except for the sign hung above it, 'Uncle Gideon's Room'. She noticed that both the sign and the space around the sign seemed extremely old and worn; in a real way, not the false way most of the rest of the house was. It looked as if the sign had been redone over and over and over again, the name upon it changed countless times*

*She was, quite understandably, stricken with nerves at the idea of entering the room. But she knew this had to be the room, it was precisely over where the playroom was downstairs, and she recalled that back at dinner, this version of her uncle had looked noticeably offput by how upset she was, unlike the others that simply went through the motions. Perhaps that's why the doll directed her to him, she pondered*

*She decided she didn't really have any other options, so ever so gently pressed her head against the door to push it open. It wasn't locked, so slide open softly with a faint creak. Inside was a painfully generic room. It looked like any stock room one might imagine, without any extra flourishes, not even the most basic of paintings hung to the walls. Just a bed, a wardrobe, and a side table; the walls and floors weren't even painted, like the room was unfinished*

*Sat upon the bed of the room was 'Gideon', sat facing away from the door, looking out a window, out towards the phony backdrop masquerading as a bountiful forest. She quickly noticed that his body language wasn't resemblant of Gideon at all in this moment; he was hunched sadly, staring out the window with a kind of somber longing, as if imagining the kind of life that might lay beyond it. It reminded her more of Uncle Torbek than Uncle Gideon*

*She slowly approached the side of the bed and looked up at him. It took him a moment, but he eventually turned his head to look down at her. His expression didn't change to be more accommodating the way it had before, it just stayed in its somber state* "I'm sorry kid." *He said simply. It was still sort of Gideon's voice, but it was notably drifting off track in that regard* "I just wanted friends. To be played with. I thought...with all of eternity, I could make kids happy forever. But nobody's happy here...nobody 'cept father, anyways."

*Hootsie's gaze softened as he spoke. He might not be her uncle, but she couldn't help but feel bad for him. She always heard her uncle's saying 'from a certain point of view' lately, and she wondered if perhaps this man, whoever or whatever he was, was told a similar scam, tricked into aiding this being with capturing and consuming wayward children*

*She stood on her hind legs and placed a paw against his wrist in a comforting manner, his skin indeed feeling like little more than red burlap, and even the gauntlet tightly bound in place felt like hefty grey felt rather than metal. He gave her the ghost of a smile, guilt written all over his doll-like face. She gestured her head towards the window, trying to indicate escape, giving him a soft cheerful hoot. He understood after a moment, huffing* "I don't think we can get outta here, lil' one...even if you can, I'm pretty well stuck."

*Hootsie was undeterred by this, feeling like she had a real chance of getting out of here, now that she knew one of these beings was outside. He nuzzled her head against his arm, doing her best to be encouraging. He looked back to the window, staring out it for a moment...before sighing deeply* "Well...guess I don't got anything to lose."

-

*Meanwhile, Kremy was outside of the house, trying to stay low so he couldn't be seen from the windows, attempting to sneak around to the back of the house. Admittedly, he wasn't even sure if there -was- anything at the back, but he'd robbed enough places to know that usually the best way to sneak in was there. Behind the house, he saw a simple one-person swing set and slide set up, and more importantly, a door to what seemed to be a basement*

*Much like the forest itself, the backyard area for the most part seemed to only exist to be seen from windows, set up in a way more fitting for display in a store than actual use. The door however, seemed very much real, though with a hefty padlock tied tight around its handles. Of course, that was little trouble for the conman, using a lockpick to fiddle with the lock, until it opened with a click and fell from the door*

*He was so focused upon the door that at first, he didn't notice the sound of muffled footsteps against the grass, though when the lock was undone, he quickly did, whipping around with hands clutched tightly to his cane instinctively. What he saw was...himself; or rather, some macabre mirror reflection of himself. The copy was highly detailed, every scale, every fiber of his purple suit, the precise pictures on the cards adorning his hat, it even sported a drawn-on mustache, just as he did*

*But the copy wasn't made of meat, rather it looked more akin to a life-sized voodoo doll of himself, clad in detailed green burlap and staring back at him with a pair of bright yellow button eyes. A smirk graced the jaws of his copy, removing his hat and bowing* "Whattado, the name's Kremy Lecroux!"

[russian-soft-bitch]

would u be willing to write more Robert Langdon x reader? maybe a more detailed fic of reader helping him through his panic attacks? only if u want to! I really really loved the head cannons u wrote for their relationship so I hope you’ll consider it. thank you 💙💙💙

A/n: i know it's been like 500 years since i received this ask, my requests are closed currently and were this way when I got it, but I just really likes the idea, so I'm finally in the mood to write it. Thank you for reading the HCs, hope you'll like it too! Again, I'm not sure if its Hanks or Zukerman version, probably a mix of both, but I had Zukerman in my mind, writing it.

Warnings: panic attack

His Light

Robert Langdon x reader

The day started off perfectly. You woke up in a hotel in New-York, together, after sleeping far more than you needed to. Spend the morning together, basking in the feeling of finally being able to enjoy the close proximity of each other. Then you had a delicious breakfast in one of the little cozy cafes, talking and laughing over the cup of freshly brewed coffee. His fingers were playing with yours, tracing your soft skin in a delicate manner. His soft eyes shone in the light of the sun, his lips stretched in a warm smile, as he traced your face with his gaze. Once the coffee was drunk, the pastries were eaten, you made your way to the one of the tall buildings Robert hated so much. You were supposed to leave your work at Harvard and enjoy the short vacation to the fullest, but life had a way of ruining things sometimes. Robert hesitated as he stepped into the lift, but he knew well enough that he didn't have it in him to walk to the 70th floor. And he also knew that you would be going with him, and that you weren't exactly sport oriented person. You hold his hand gently in yours, your touch soft but firm, as it managed to distract him just a little. You knew he was sometimes having panic attacks due to being claustrophobic, but you had never seen him have them in the year you had been together. And you hoped you never would. After a soft wheezing sound, the lift stopped. You tried to press a couple of buttons, to call for someone. At the same time you felt Robert tense up near you, his hand gripping yours tighter. He was muttering something about hating the lifts and skyscrapers, his breathing shallower and shakier than before. You carefully pulled your hand away from his sweaty one, placing your gentle palms on either side of his face. "Look at me," you said softly. "Focus on me." You could see him trying so hard to focus on your voice, on your eyes. But his gaze kept shifting from the wall to wall and back to you. You took a step closer, pressing yourself against his slender body, as it was slightly shivering, making sure that all he could see was you and you only. You fingers gently stroked his temples, your eyes stubbornly maintaining the eye contact. You saw him start to hyperventilate, and gulped nervously. But he didn't need to see your emotions now. "Robert, focus on me… Remember our first date? How you kept on blabbering about Renaissance paintings? To me of all people?" you managed a small smile, remembering the date and how he stumbled over his words, and combed through his now damp with sweat hair. He kept shivering, his breath still shaking, but your voice had an effect on him, so you decided to just carry on. You were talking about your dates, the life you had, the wonderful morning you spend together. You told him how much you loved him and that as long as he had you by his side, he would always be safe. The lift started to go up again, and you saw how Robert visibly relaxed and rested his forehead against your shoulder. You hugged him tightly and stroked his back and neck gently. His body was still trembling in your arms, as you pressed your lips to his face. As soon as the doors opened, he bolted from the lift, leaning against the sturdy wall of the building and taking deep breaths. Once he managed to somewhat catch his breath, he mumbled a small "thank you" and hugged you, pressing your soft body against his. Needless to say, the meeting didn't happened and you got back to the first floor by the stairs.

[gaepublishinghouse]

Apotheosis [ Wanderer x GN!Reader]

╭ ─┉─!! • !!─┉─ ╮

Tags : implied nsfw, crying (on Wanderer's part), angst with a bit of comfort, friends with benefits to maybe lovers

╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─ ╯

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It was by virtue of the day’s bitterness that the two of you found yourselves in this position. Call it blowing off steam or a mutual yearning for the comfort of touch, though the Wanderer would never claim the latter, but you both needed it and you both needed it badly. 

You and your travel companion stifled gasps and moans behind the thin curtain of the tent, still instinctively cautious with each other and the outside looking in despite the nearest civilization being a day’s travel away. His hands were planted on either side of your head, eyes usually dull with boredom or burning with hate now glowing faintly in the shroud of your shelter as his hips rocked in tandem with yours as if the friction and heat between you would burn away the emptiness, the cursed gnawing emptiness that threatened to creep back in. It helped, as much as he liked to think he was a god above the needs and pleasures that were so painfully human.

Your fingers brushed against his cheeks, cold like porcelain but soft and rapidly warming under your touch. His lips looked soft and painted with the pink of a cherry blossom, even when it was pressed in a thin line of irritation, and especially now parted with laboured breaths. He couldn’t answer why he made those noises, why he felt like he needed to breathe when you were in his arms. Everything about how he felt about you was an enigma that he picked at like a healing wound, splitting open and wondering at the ichor that bled forth. The Wanderer always loved how blood looked as much as he detested how it reminded him of mortality.

You can tell he was lost in his thoughts again, stuck in the warring memories of a version of himself that for all intents and purposes never existed. You slid a hand up to his hair and pulled him down to your level. He would have chewed you out for daring to handle him like that if it was not for how he was suddenly much more focused on how your lips felt against his, how they seemed to slot together in a way that was hot and messy and entirely too raw but something he felt like made his hollow chest feel a little less empty. His eyes closed and he pressed closer, aching for more, more warmth, more of you.

Your cheeks felt wet and it took a long moment to realize that they weren’t your tears.

—

Wanderer doesn’t mention it as the two of you get cleaned up at your respective corners of the tent, backs to each other as you both dressed back into your rumpled clothing. In the heat of the moment, it looked like your piles had gotten mixed up and his Vision laid pleasantly cool against your palm. You walked over to him as he absently tied the sashes of his robes and as he saw the Vision in your hand, his eyes went wide and he clasped his hand around it, and in the process around yours. His eyes don’t leave your hands and after a moment of lingering, he took it from your grip and clasped it back to his chest. The tension in his shoulders drained ever so slightly, though he still kept a hand over the shimmering Vision, futile in his attempt to keep the warmth of your hold from fading in the cold night. It was no match for how cold he seemed to treat you after all that. It left a bitter taste in your mouth, and it was hard to tell if it was you or the remnants of the astringent tea you tasted on his lips.

“I’m sorry.” You ended up saying, unable to think of anything else. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I know that wasn’t part of our… deal.”

Wanderer snorted and crossed his arms, refusing to meet your eyes. He was always easier to read than he would like to admit, and you could tell that somehow hurt him. “The audacity to say such a thing. To think I considered you less foolish than the common herd.”

“Kuni–”

“Forget it,” he snapped, eyes flashing in the dark for a completely different reason. “We both want to. You did something stupid and it’s obvious you regret it, so we can both pretend it never happened.”

“But I meant it.” You argue, “I wanted to, for a long time now. I just… I didn’t mean to hurt you because of it.”

His hand came up unconsciously, fingers brushing over where his face was wiped raw to get rid of those tears as soon as he was aware of them. Wanderer sneered and tightened his hand in a fist, anger in his eyes. “I don’t need your pity. That didn’t mean anything, and it doesn’t mean you get to treat me like I’m weak.”

You took his hands and for a moment, the tension under your touch made you think he would yank himself away once more, but an earnest look from you had him second-guessing. He looked away once more, his expression hard. 

You recall a story shared between sips of bitter ice wine and the warmth of a campfire once upon a quiet night. Something about it made Wanderer looser with his words, and you learn of his past life. How he was born with the image of God and as he wept like any other babe, he was deemed too weak to house the glory of Eternity. How he shed tears of anger and betrayal as his friend broke his promise under no fault of his own, but of the cruelty of mortality and the fragility of life.

"It didn't bring him back." Wanderer murmured past the lip of the bottle, staring impassively into the fire. "Of course it didn't. All that crying has brought me nothing but broken promises and pain on my side alone."

In the present, he had that same rueful expression pointed anywhere but you. And in that moment, you understood why you saw that inkling of fear. That resigned pain.

You shifted your grip on his hands and gently intertwined your fingers, tightening carefully but firmly. Finally his gaze snapped to you.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, I promise." you murmured, feeling his fingers twitch as they warm under your heat. "Not until you want to get rid of me. And even then, I might fight back a little."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed and he grit his teeth, tears spilling down pale cheeks. "You… promise. You know what that means. If you break it, I'll… I'll kill you. I'll rip you to pieces and the world will forget that anyone with your name ever existed. You hear me?"

As you held him close, his grip tightened painfully, yet you couldn't bring yourself to do anything but squeeze him back just as hard. The promises made that night were kept safely tucked in the quiet twilight and in the morning, Wanderer jeered at you for sleeping in, but his grin was a little softer in his eyes.

[science-lings]

For the writing prompt

Stargazing 🌠🌌

"-and you see those three stars forming an acute triangle?" Zelda pointed at the night sky painted by the colorful goddess lights, the full white moon adding to the impressive twilight illumination.

"That's the head of the King of Red Lions, beneath it are five more points that make up the rest of the boat and you can just make out the triangular sails." She traced the image with her finger in the frigid hebra air.

Link couldn't quite identify the constellation she was describing, but he wasn't looking too hard and kept getting distracted by the multicolored light reflecting off of his companion's face.

He liked to think he had an eye for beauty, more so than people expected of him. He liked to wake up early to enjoy the sunrise and had spent an astounding amount of rupees and recourses into dying all his clothes multiple times simply because he thought the colors were pretty.

So seeing Zelda's face engulfed in shifting light was at the very least, objectively mesmerizing. He couldn't help but stare, it was hopeless to tear his attention back to the stars when their beauty simply couldn't compare to the sight right in front of him.

It was probably obvious, they were huddled together for warmth, despite being wrapped up in the warmest clothes they had on top of some intense heating elixirs. There was no way she didn't notice that he was looking at her and not the stars above them, he was so close to her that he could feel the rumbling of her chest when she spoke about the legends long past. Her fingers were deeply entangled in his hair, which would make her even more aware if he moved.

Thankfully she didn't seem to mind, not when his head rested against her as she explained the relation between the stars found within ancient sheikah chambers and how they changed over ten thousand years, how her favorite constellation was one of a fairy that she used to argue all the stars could look like.

She didn't mind when his eyes slowly blinked shut as she pointed out that her mother's favorite constellation was one in the shape of a large bird, once said to be ridden by their ancestors, she wondered out loud if that's where they got the idea for Vah Medoe, and if they could make a smaller version.

At that point, she stopped talking, probably assuming that he had fallen asleep. He squinted an eye open in mild annoyance, raising his eyebrow as if to say 'did I ask you to stop?'

"I like listening to you talk." He muttered, his voice muffled by the fur from her cloak.

"Oh so you were listening, well then, what's your favorite constellation?" She didn't sound like she believed him, he shifted his head to look at the sky.

"The wolf. In the book of heroes, they have an illustration of him where they use all the little stars to make his ears look extra fluffy." He tried looking for it but all the little white dots started to muddle together in his tired sight.

"You'll have to show me some time..." The princess yawned, resting her head on top of his, "I like listening to you talk too."

"What do you think our constellations would be?" He prompted. She took several minutes to answer, promising a detailed response.

"Honestly? A silent princess. I've always compared myself to one, but I've never really been silent. I think it fits better with both of us. Besides, we're the hero and the princess of the Wild, it would be pretty outlandish to symbolize us as something less... natural."

"I like that... but a dragon would be cool too,"

"Yeah, a dragon would be cool."

Send me prompts?

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝕬𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (I'll Always Find You)

Pt 1

ImmortalFem!OC X Marko

TW: Mentions of death and blood

“Please, please don’t leave me. Not again.” You cried as you held your dying lover in your arms, your hand caressing his face. This wasn’t the first time that you had held him as he died. You had been forced to watch him die over and over again through the centuries. It never did get easier though. You knew that it would happen but there was never anything that you could do to prevent it from happening. “I’m sorry, my love. I would stay if I could.” He told you in what was almost a whisper as the blood continued to seep from his wound. You let out a strangled sob. You wondered how many times the two of you would have to be torn apart like this. How many times you would have to hold him in your arms as he died. “I promise to find you again, my heart. I will always find you.” You promised, your tears falling onto his face. He smiled up at you. “I love you.” He told you with his last breath. “I love you too. Always.” You replied as you felt his body go limp. You continued to hold your lover in your arms, not yet ready to let go. “I’ll always find you, again and again and I’ll love every version of you.” You whispered. Your heart once again breaking at the loss of your lover. All you could do now, was wait for him to come back to you. No matter how long it took, you would find him again. You hoped that one day, you both would be granted the gift of being able to truly be together. That he wouldn’t be taken away from you again so cruelly. You looked back down at the man in your arms. Placing a kiss on his forehead, you made a silent promise to find a way to break this cycle. You wandered around for a long time. The years slowly turning into decades and soon, almost a whole century had passed and you were still yet to find your lover again. Your heart sunk at the thought that you may never see him again, but you had to stay strong for him. You knew deep down, that he would come back. That the two of you would be reunited once again. You would endure the loneliness and the pain for as long as it took to find him. When the 1980′s came around, you decided to move again. You tended to move around a lot, always searching. The town that you had chosen didn’t seem like much, but that familiar tug in your chest compelled you to make it your new home. 

As you walked along the boardwalk of Santa Carla, you could feel the familiar pull leading you towards your destination. You knew that this would be the night that you found him again. You had lost hope for a while, since this time it had been nearly a century. It never took this long to find him. Thoughts that maybe your last meeting truly was the last time that you would be together. Once you had gotten to Santa Carla though, the hope inside of you had been revived. You could feel that he was here. You didn’t know exactly what he would look like this time, but you could always tell by the way that you felt when you saw him. He may not look the same, but his soul always was. your souls were intertwined. Always finding their way back to each other. No matter how many years may pass, or what body he may possess in his new life. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your lover. That’s when you saw him. Through the crowd, you saw a guy standing near some bikes with three others. You felt your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. You knew in your bones that it was your heart. Your love. There were three boys that he stood with. One was tall, seemingly the tallest of the group, with long, dark brown hair. His face dawning a Stoney expression. He wore a jacket with what looked to be a jaguar painted onto it, and he had no shirt on underneath. The next one wasn’t that much shorter than the first. He had long and wild blonde hair, a mesh shirt with a long coat over top of it and a pair of white pants that seem to have not been washed in quite some time. The third boy was around the same height as the last, though maybe slightly shorter. His hair also being blonde, but more of a bleached blonde and he wore it in a short and spikey mullet. He wore a long coat with a leather jacket and black shirt underneath. His hands were covered by black leather gloves, and his expression was one that you imagined a predator would wear as it stalked its prey. Then you turned to face the last one, the one that made your heart speed up and slow down at the same time. Your feet took over and before you knew it, you was standing in front of him. He was shorter than before, and the shortest of the group. He had a long, curly blonde mullet hairstyle. The jacket he wore was colorful and was decorated with many patches with a dirty white crop top underneath. You were, as you always were, completely mesmerized by him. When he looked into your eyes, you knew. You didn’t say anything for a few moments, but luckily, he had decided to speak first. “Cat got your tongue babe?” He asked you in a flirty tone. 

From the moment Marko had woken up that night, he had felt this weird feeling in his gut and a tug in his chest. He couldn’t explain what it was or what had caused it, but he decided that he would just ignore it for now, hoping that it would go away. It was probably nothing anyway, he told himself. Once he, David, Dwayne and Paul had gotten to the boardwalk though, the feeling had only grown. He was annoyed that he couldn’t figure out what it was. Well, that was until he saw you. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen was standing right in front of him. It took him a second to realize that you must be his mate. That must be what this feeling was. He was ecstatic to finally have found his mate, but there was something else. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. As he watched you just stand there and stare at him, looking like you were having a bit of trouble speaking, he decided to tease you a bit. “Cat got your tongue babe?” He asked you in a flirty tone. The look on your face made him smirk. You were so adorable. “Sorry. Hi, I’m Lily.” You said to him, holding out your hand to shake his. He let out a small chuckle and took your hand in his. “Marko. That’s Paul, Dwayne and David.” He told you, pointing to each of his brothers as he introduced them. “It’s nice to meet you all.” You said to them, your eyes never leaving Marko’s. “I’m sorry if this seems out of the blue and forward, but would you mind if I hung out with you guys? I think we’d make great friends.” You asked them. You didn’t know exactly how to approach this, even though you had done it hundreds of times before. You decided it was best to just ask to hang out with them and become friends. This earned you a laugh from David, Paul and Dwayne, no malice in their laughter but more of shocked amusement. Marko however, he just stared at you with a light smirk on his lips. You could see it in his eyes that he was working through something in his mind. “I don’t see why not.” David said, throwing the cigarette that he had been smoking to the ground and stomping it out with his boot. 

“Why don’t we go for a ride?” Marko suggested, finally speaking up. You smiled at him. “That sounds like fun.” You said with a giggle. Marko’s heart fluttered at the sound. It sounded so familiar, yet he knew he had never heard it before. At least that’s what he thought. You all got onto the bikes, Marko helping you onto the back of his. “You better hold on tight babe.” Marko said to you, turning his head to face you for a moment before looking back ahead of him. As the engines of the bikes roared to life, you held onto Marko tight. You all sped down the boardwalk, making your way to the stairs. As Marko took the bike down the stairs, You let out a surprised yelp but it quickly turned into laughter. The boys started hollering and yelling as you all sped down the beach, weaving around the people and the barrels on the beach. You held onto Marko even tighter now. Not because you was scared of being on his bike, but because you were just so happy to be with him again. After all these years, you had been reunited. Marko let out a loud yell then laughed. “You okay back there babe?” He loudly asked you, slightly turning his head to the side. “Yeah this is amazing.” you shouted back with a laugh. Marko swore, that for a second there, he could almost feel his heart beat again. The sound of your laughter and you yelling along with him and his brothers as you all sped like hell down the beach, was like music to his ears. This was definitely his mate. He said to himself. He was just hoping that, when he told you that he, Paul, Dwayne and David were vampires, It wouldn’t scare you away. Though, he had this feeling that you couldn’t be scared off that easily, which only made him want to tell you even sooner. Maybe the sooner he told you, the sooner he would be able to turn you. If you weren’t ready to be turned, he would wait until you were, but he would prefer you to be a vampire sooner rather than later. He had just found you and he wasn’t ready to lose you anytime soon. 

Once you all reached the cave, you got off of the bikes and made your way to the old staircase that lead down to the mouth of the cave. Once inside, your eyes widened. “Wow. You guys live here?” You asked no one in particular as your eyes scanned around the space. “Yeah, you like it sugar?” Paul asked you as he jumped up onto the rim of the large fountain that was in the middle of the room. “I do. It’s amazing actually.” You said. Your eyes getting their fill of the room and finding their way back to Marko, who was already looking at you. Your gaze softened upon seeing the look on his face. He was giving you that look that you were all too familiar with. A look that you two had given each other many times over the centuries. The look of complete and utter love and adoration. You moved over to Marko and once you were close enough, he pulled you into his arms. You paused for a moment before pulling back slightly. You knew that this was your lover, but something was off. Something was different about him this time. It was something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “What’s wrong babe?” He asked you with a smirk, though you could see the worry hidden in his eyes. You stared at him for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think there is something that you need to tell me, and there’s also something I need to tell you.” You told him. You wanted to know whatever it was that was different about him and you also knew that you needed to tell him about you and your history together. That had gotten everyone's attention. They all turned to you, curious looks covering all of their faces. “And what would that be?” David asked as he stalked towards you and Marko. Marko held you protectively as David came closer. He knew that his brother wouldn’t hurt his mate, but his protective and possessive instincts took over. 

“Calm down Marko, I’m not going to hurt her. I just want to know why she thinks that there’s something you need to tell her and I would also like to know what it is she has to tell you.” He said, stopping a few feet from us. You reluctantly pulled away from Marko, taking a few steps towards David before stopping and spoke. “I know that there is something off about Marko, and probably all of you, because I can feel it. I’ve known him much longer than any of you have, so I know when something’s off.” You told David, staring him straight in the eyes. He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Is that so?” He asked. It sounded as though he was challenging you. “What are you talking about? What do you mean you’ve known me longer than them?” You heard Marko ask from behind you. You turned back to him and let out a sigh. “This is never easy.” You said, more to yourself than to anyone else. Paul and Dwayne had been silent this whole time. Not wanting to interrupt and just wanting to wait and see what was going to happen. They too were very curious as to why you thought that there was something off with Marko. Did you know that they were vampires? They also wanted to know what you had to tell him and how you could have known him longer than they had. They all watched as you walked over to the fountain and sat down, letting out another heavy sigh before continuing. “Marko and I have known each other for centuries. Albeit he’s always in a different body, but it’s true. We fell in love for the first time about 800 or so years ago. The first time it happened, I never expected him to come back. I thought that, once he died, that would be it. But then, there he was. He didn’t look the same, he never does, but I knew it was him. We meet, fall in love then he would die. Over and over and over again.” You said, a few tears falling from your eyes as you explained. You looked up at Marko. “It always ends with me watching you die. It never gets easier. Every time it happens, it feels like my heart is being ripped into pieces all over again.” You told him. Dwayne finally spoke up and you tore your eyes away from Marko to face him. “So if I’m right, what you’re talking about is reincarnation. Marko dies and then is reborn again into a different body but, what does that make you?” He asked, a hard expression on his face, but you could see the sympathy that he held for your plight, show in his eyes. You just shrugged. “Immortal I guess. I don’t know why I never die. Well, I did die once, kind of. I guess something brought me back, then after that, I’ve been like this.” You said, gesturing at myself. “I never get any older and I never die.” You finished.

They all took in the information that you had just told them. Understandably, they had to take a few minutes to process all of it. “That’s pretty cool if you ask me.” Paul said with a grin, breaking the silence. You let out a huffed laugh. “Yeah, if you consider watching the person you love die over and over again in your arms cool.” You said. Paul’s smile dropped. “Sorry.” He said. Okay, maybe that was a bit mean. It’s not like he meant anything by it. “No, it’s okay.” You told him, giving him a small smile. You looked over to Marko. He had been so quiet through this whole thing. You were worried that he didn’t believe you or worse. He believed you, but he just thought that it was too much and didn’t want to deal with it. But when you saw his face and looked into his eyes, you saw the tears and that look in his eyes that told you that he was remembering. You slowly stood up and made your way back over to him. “Marko?” You whispered, gently placing your hands on the sides of his face, making him look at you. “I, I think I remember. Not a lot but. I don’t understand why I never remembered any of it before.” He said quietly, the frustration and sadness showing in his eyes as they bored into yours like he was searching them for answers. You gave him a sad look. “You never do. Not until we meet again.” You told him, wiping the stray tears from his cheeks with your thumbs. David decided that now was as good a time as any to get the others and leave you and Marko alone to talk about this. “Come on boys, let’s give these two some privacy.” He told them. The three of them left, leaving you and Marko alone. As soon as the others were gone, Marko pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and threaded your fingers through his hair, trying to sooth him. “Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for.” You told him, your own tears starting to fall from your eyes again. “I’m sorry for leaving.” He told you in a shaky voice. That broke your heart. It wasn’t his fault that he had died. You pulled back and made him look at you. “Listen to me Marko. It’s not your fault, okay? Never was.” You reassured him, your voice firm. You never wanted him to feel like it was his fault. “But you were alone, in pain.” He tried to argue, but you wouldn’t let him.  You shook your head. “I would go through that pain a million times over if it meant that I could see you again.” You said. “I’d prefer that we could be together without me losing you, but that doesn’t matter now. We’re together again.” You finished and gave him an encouraging smile.

Marko’s face looked to light up a bit, as though he had just had a sudden epiphany. “You won’t have to worry about losing me ever again babe.” He said excitedly. This caused you to furrow your brows in confusion at him. He laughed and grinned. “I’m a vampire. I’m going to live forever. We can be together forever now.” He clarified. Your eyes widened at him for a moment before you broke out into a wide grin. Marko pulled you into a kiss, which you immediately reciprocated. The moment our lips connected, it was like the world had melted away and it was only you and him. Marko’s hands traveled down to your waist, giving it a squeeze, while your hands found their way into his soft, golden curls. The kiss was heated, passionate and almost frenzied. After a few moments, you both reluctantly pulled away. You stood there, holding each other and staring into each other’s eyes. Your faces having a slightly dazed look on them that was so full of love for the other. You pressed your foreheads together. “I love you.” You whispered to him. “I love you too.” He whispered back. As you pulled away, Marko grabbed ahold of your hand and led you over to the couch, pulling you down with him. You laid there in each other’s arms. You were laying on top of him, your body between his legs and your head resting on his chest. Marko’s arms were wrapped securely around you, with one hand rubbing soothing patterns on your back and the other hand running through your hair. You could feel yourself relaxing into him. Finally, you thought. You were finally catching a break. You were going to be able to be together forever now. Marko was a vampire and you were immortal. You wouldn’t have to be worried about losing him again. You wouldn’t have to live with the dread of knowing that, at any moment, you could be holding the love of your life in your arms as he died. Again. You and Marko spoke softly to each other that night. You asked lots of questions about his new life, and he asked you much the same, wanting to know every little detail you both could. Eventually, you have fallen asleep in his arms, much like you used to. 

The next day, you had woken up alone on the couch. You were still in the cave and, despite you not being able to see him, you could feel that Marko was still there, somewhere. The absence of him in your arms bothered you, so you decided to go and look for him. You followed the tugging feeling you had in your gut, pulling you in the direction you knew your lover would be. Following it to an opening in the cave wall, you made your way into the tunnel. Crawling on your hands and knees, you finally reached the end. The tunnel opened up into a cold and dark space. You couldn’t see anyone in there but you knew that he had to be close. You looked up and that is when you spotted all four of them. They were hanging upside down from the rafters, their hair cascading down and their faces looked peaceful. You looked to Marko and a loving smile made its way onto your face. He looked so at peace, so content. You had noticed that there was a ladder leaning against the wall near to where Marko hung. Making your way over to it, you started to climb up, getting closer to Marko. Once you reached the top, you were head level with him. Reaching your hand out, you placed it on his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb and just admiring him as he slept. After a moment, you moved your hand from his cheek and tickled his nose with a piece of your hair. Marko’s hand came up and swatted at it, his nose scrunching at the feeling. “Paul you asshole, stop it.” Marko grumbled. You let out a soft giggle, covering your mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. This however, didn’t work, as Marko’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of your giggling. You went quiet as he stared at you, his face breaking out in a dopey grin. “Sorry, not Paul.” You told him with a playful smile. Marko moved his hands from his chest and to your face. “You wanna come up here and cuddle with me babe?” Marko asked you with a smirk. He moved his hands from your face and let his arms drop and hang limply on either side of his head. You gave him a confused look. You wondered how he thought that could work. “I don’t think that’s really going to work Marko. I’ll fall.” You told him with a quiet laugh, trying not to wake the others up. Marko gave you a grin and grabbed you. “Don’t worry babe, I promise I’ll keep you safe.” He said, and before you had time to respond, he was already pulling you up with him. As Marko pulled you securely into his chest and wrapped his arms around you, making sure you would be safe, you buried your face into his chest and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

You woke up that night still safe and secure in Marko’s arms. You closed your eyes again and squeezed your arms around him, causing him to wake. The sun had just set, so all the boys were waking up anyway. Opening his eyes, Marko looked down (or up??) at you. Your face was still buried in his chest and your arms and legs wrapped tight around his body. He felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world right now. He had his mate wrapped around him, your face buried into his chest. He was so happy. “Wakey, wakey Lil.” Marko cooed into your ear. You didn’t move and kept your eyes closed, not ready to let go just yet. You felt Marko’s chest rumble as he let out an amused laugh. “Come on, I know you’re awake babe.” He informed you, the amusement clear in his voice. You pulled your face away from his chest slightly and looked up at him. The sweet smile that he had on his face was surely returned by you the moment you saw it. “There she is.” Marko cooed at you, bringing his face down to yours and connecting your lips. All of a sudden, you were falling, though you were still wrapped tightly around Marko. Once Marko’s feet hit the ground, he pulled away and set you down, placing his hands onto your waist and giving it a playful squeeze. You both made your way out of, what you had found out was the boys nest, and into the main room of the cave. Dwayne, David and Paul were already out there, doing their own thing and waiting for you and Marko so you could all head to the boardwalk for the night. Marko pulled you along with him as you all climbed the staircase that led up to where the boys kept their bikes. Getting onto the bikes and bringing the engines to life, the boys started hollering and shouting in excitement for the long night ahead of them. You secured your hold around Marko’s waist and joined them in there excitement, earning approving grins from the group. As the engines revved, David spoke. “Come on, time to raise some hell.” He told the group, and with that, we took off like bats out of hell, heading straight for the boardwalk. The wind whipping through your hair, the sounds of the group and yourself hollering and cheering and your arms tightly wrapped around the man you loved. This wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to find when you were reunited with him again, but you weren’t going to complain about it. He was your heart and with him being a vampire in this life, you two had a real chance this time around. 

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