#but I have not had the right amount of time or energy to render such a thing .w.

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ah, and there's midnight~

[thecharacterchronicler]

Craving (Part 5) || Coriolanus Snow || Smut

Outline: After many attempts, you’re finally pregnant but you need Coriolanus’ help to induce labor.

Word count: ~ 4’000

Warnings: marriage of convenience, pregnancy, explicit smut.

Author’s note: I finally felt like continuing this series but I’m a bit rusty, it’s been a while since I wrote anything, especially in English, so my apologies if I missed some mistakes while editing this.

(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 2 - Snow Lands On Top )) - ((Part 3 - Insatiable )) - (( Part 4 - The Bitter Taste Of My Fury )) - (( Masterlist ))

He still remembered how you told him the news, so casually, standing in his office and interrupting his work. He didn’t mind, the moment you had walked in, all his senses went wild, his body alert and ready like you had somehow managed to train him to react that way to the infernal curves of your body. It was a day like any other day, he imagined you were visiting him in hopes to put the small amount of time he spent home to good use. Especially with how nice you looked in that dress, the fabric highlighting all the curves and dips he so enjoyed to touch… But, instead of approaching him. Instead of sitting on his lap or bending over his desk with your dress pulled up for a quick - but efficient - hookup, you remained on the other side of his desk, a nervous expression on your face that he noticed right away.

“I’m pregnant.” You told him, dropping it like a bomb. If his blood had rushed down straight to his cock the moment he saw you, it took another turn as he heard your words, making his veins buzz with adrenaline. And maybe a bit of fear too.

But what was there to be scared about ? He was Coriolanus Snow, future president of Panem, youngest - and most brilliant - head gamemaker of the Hunger Games and a wealthy and powerful man, nothing scared him… Especially not a baby. Yet, he felt his hands tremble slightly as he ran his fingers in his hair, trying to process your words and figure out a proper way to react to them but he felt lost and probably a bit dumbstruck too.

The fact that you seemed to be waiting for his approval, his congratulations or something - anything - only made it worse. He was a charming, charismatic politician, able to play with words to his advantage, he always knew exactly what to say and when to say it… But the news had rendered him silent. Or maybe it wasn’t the news, but the fear that seized him at the throat when he had heard it.

His voice was gone. His lips were sealed. But he found a bit of strength to nod at you, quietly. You gave him a cold nod back and turned around, your high heels clicking against the wood flooring of his office before your mesmerizing silhouette disappeared behind a closed door.

And that was when he realized… That was exactly what he was so scared about. Not the pregnancy, not the baby itself but you, returning to your life as if he no longer existed in your eyes now that you had fulfilled your part of the contract.

He knew it was a selfish fear, coming from a man who barely knew anything about you a few months prior. But now, he knew how to make your body react to his touch, he knew that you liked it when he was rough when fucking you and he knew exactly what to do to get you to cry out in bliss. And he dreaded the idea of never putting all that knowledge to good use ever again.

A few months later and he almost was used to the distance between you both again. His political duties were consuming the most of his time and energy so, even if you still haunted his every thought, he barely had the opportunity to feel miserable about it, too busy having to put up a show of perfection for his electors.

Every once in a while, he met you for lunch or supper at the manor, always surprised by how round your belly was getting. It seemed to him that it kept inflating like a balloon day after day. The bump you carried with you was a constant reminder that you were about to give him an heir yet, he never felt so feral at the idea of fucking you and breeding you. The way all your outfits always seemed too tight around your chest, your breasts so swollen that they seemed desperate to spill out of the fabric of your clothes, how your hips looked larger and wider than before, enhancing the shape of your body and making you resemble a work of art… All of that was close to making him lose his mind with the intense desire he felt for you.

But, despite his desperate need for you, he was determined to respect your wishes. If you no longer wanted him to touch you, now that you were about to give him what he had asked of you, then he wouldn’t force you to accept him, even though he knew very well that he could. He didn’t even try to take his frustration out on another woman, because none of them compared to you. All he had left was his hand and the blurry memories of your body and how it felt when he was buried inside you.

“Mrs Snow.” He greeted you, casually, as he always did so that there was no way for you to be able to tell what effect the sight of you had on him.

“Mister Snow.” You replied, taking your seat at the end of the table.

He liked when you called him like this, even if it sounded cold and distant. In the intricacies of his mind, he firmly believed that it was your way of calling each other pet names.

“The pond you wanted to add to the greenhouse is finished.” He told you, hoping that small talk would help him focus on something other than the plumpness of your lips.

You didn’t say anything, simply nodding, as two of your house employees placed a plate of fuming food in front of each of you. Coriolanus found it odd to see you react with such little enthusiasm, considering that the pond was one of the few things you had asked in exchange of giving him an heir.

“Is everything alright ?” He asked you, as unpleasant images of your body in a hospital bed and thick smoke danced in his mind.

“Absolutely.” You replied, in a tone that meant the opposite.

He watched as you shoved a huge piece of filet mignon in your mouth, chewing with determination. He decided to do the same, carefully cutting his meat in small cubes before bringing one to his lips. His tongue instantly tingled in reaction, his tastebuds catching fire as he struggled to chew and swallow the overly spicy piece of meat. He tried to put out the fire in his mouth and throat with a big gulp of water but the numbness that the burn left in its wake almost felt worse.

Coriolanus looked at the avox standing by the door, wondering if somehow, one of his servants had attempted to poison him but then, his gaze landed on you, chewing on your meal as if the spice barely affected you.

“What is going on with the chef ? It’s the third time this week that we’re served spicy food.”

“It was a request of mine… I was hoping for something stronger, I’m a bit disappointed.” You replied, placing a slice of pepper directly on your tongue.

“Why would you want to eat… This ?” He asked, unable to conceal the expression of disgust that appeared on his face.

“I read that it helps to induce labor.”

Coriolanus almost choked on his water at your words, he wiped his mouth with the luxurious napkin placed on his lap before looking back at you, skeptically.

“Isn’t it a bit early for such experiments ?”

“Early ? I’m over forty weeks pregnant and there are no signs of the baby coming out anytime soon.” What ? Forty weeks ? How was this possible ? If the time he spent longing after you felt like an eternity, surely his daily life didn’t seem to be passing by as quickly. “I want this baby out, I won’t be able to stand being pregnant much longer.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, finding your distress a bit amusing but, judging from the way you were glaring daggers at him, you did not agree with him.

“It’s not so bad, is it ?”

Your eyes darkened for a moment and he wondered if you were plotting his demise.

“Are you kidding me ? My whole body aches constantly, I’m hideous and our baby won’t let me sleep because he or she is too busy kicking my bladder from midnight to morning.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, hiding his smile by taking another sip from his glass because he knew you might kill him if you caught it. “I wish I could help.”

“Well, you can.” You answered, a spark of something unusual in your eyes. Coriolanus raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what he could possibly do to take away a bit of your discomfort. Whatever it was, he was willing to give it a try and that made him realize that, maybe, sex wasn’t the only thing he cared about after all.

You winced and before he could ask you what was wrong, you stood up to join him by the opposite end of the dining table, placing his hand on your belly, where your skin was stretching out under your baby’s ferocious kicks.

“See, I swear he does it on purpose.”

Coriolanus didn’t answer anything, amazed but what he felt under his palm. Life he had helped create, moving and stretching, right there inside you. It was unbelievable.

“It must be… Uncomfortable.” He finally managed to say, keeping his hand there for a moment longer.

“Very.” You confirmed and, when he looked at you again, he noticed the soft blush coloring your cheeks. “I was told that orgasms are another good way to induce labor.”

He took his hand off of your belly like it had burned him. He wasn’t used to you being so… Blunt. The proposition was tempting, extremely tempting, especially since he hadn’t touched you since the moment you had told him your efforts had paid off and you were finally pregnant. Even if, most nights, he couldn’t sleep, thinking about how he missed fucking you. He missed how you moaned his name and how you cried out in pleasure. How your pussy perfectly fitted his cock each time. How good it felt to be inside you and how much he loved the fact that everyone in Panem knew that you were his.

It was impossible to refuse what you were asking of him now, not when all he had been thinking about for the past 40 weeks was how different your body must feel now, with your breast so much bigger and tender looking, your hips wider, and that round stomach that would bounce with each of his thrusts. But if the goal was to get you in labor faster, then he couldn’t do it. Not if it meant taking the risk to shorten his time with you, if anything went wrong and he lost you… If he could never see your beautiful face again, fuck your perfect body until he was satisfied and hear the way you laughed at other politicians’ bad jokes, he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover from such heartbreak. Because that was what it was, even though he fought against it with all his might.

He loved you.

“I think you should rest, the baby will be here soon enough.” He told you, his chest tight with the realization of his feelings for you and his body begging for him to change his mind.

“Please.” You pleaded, taking a step closer to play with a button of the burgundy vest he was wearing. “Don’t make me beg, Mister Snow.”

He would do anything for you and you knew it, didn’t you ? All you ever had to do was ask nicely and it was yours. This request was no exception, he couldn’t say no. Not when his cock was throbbing with desire in his pants and his body was calling for yours like a magnet desperate to connect with its rivaling force.

There was no guarantee that this old wives’ tale would work and provoke the birth after all. And he couldn’t pass up on this opportunity to be inside you once again, fill you up with his cum, one last time before he’d avoid it at all cost after that. He was determined to not get you pregnant again, not if it wasn’t necessary, the risk of losing his most valuable possession - you - in childbirth was far too high to take.

His heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned your voluptuous body with hunger. The sight of your lush curves and the scent of your perfume filled the room, a heady aphrodisiac that made his cock throb painfully in his pants. With a low growl, he stood from his seat, grabbed you by the hips, pulling you closer, and pressed his thickening erection against the soft mound of your belly.

Without a word, he scooped you up and sat you down gently on the polished mahogany table gleaming under the soft glow of the pendant light. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your swollen breasts and tracing the curve of your hips. His fingertips grazed your clit, and you gasped, arching your back.

Your pussy was a wet, already soaking the crotch of your silky panties, leaving a damp spot on the fabric that grew darker by the second. He slid his hand down to feel the heat emanating from your core, and his cock grew even harder at the thought of plunging into your tight, wet warmth for the first time in such a long time.

He took his time, tugging your dress off and unhooking your bra, revealing your swollen breasts in all their glory. He took one in his mouth, sucking your nipple with a hunger that only a man who hadn't tasted his wife's flesh in weeks could muster.

You reached down to unbuckle his pants, your eyes never leaving his as you freed his cock. It sprang forth, thick and veiny, the head a dark, angry shade of purple. You stroked it gently, your thumb circling the precum that had gathered at the tip, smearing it along his shaft and making it glisten. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily at your touch.

The tension grew as you stood before each other, naked and wanting. Your belly, a testament to the love and lust he felt for you, served as a tantalizing reminder of the passionate moments you shared. He stepped between your legs, his cock standing at attention as he leaned in to kiss your pussy, his tongue sliding along your slit and teasing your clit. You threw your head back, your hair cascading over the edge of the table. His tongue delved further into your depths, savoring your taste, while his thumb played with your clit in slow, deliberate circles. Your moans grew louder, your body tightening around his mouth as you approached your climax.

He glanced at you, mesmerized by how your breasts heaved with each ragged breath you took, the sensation of his mouth on your most sensitive flesh driving you wild. Your hands clutched the edges of the table, your knuckles white with the effort of holding on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Finally, your climax crashed down on you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as you cried out in ecstasy. He didn't stop, though, his tongue lapping up your sweet release as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

With a smug smile, he straightened up and positioned his cock at the entrance of your slick pussy. He paused for a moment, your eyes locked in a silent challenge, before he thrust into you with a force that sent shockwaves through both of your bodies. You were tight, tighter than ever before, and the sensation was both painful and exquisite. You both gasped as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching you to the limits of your new capacity. Your walls clamped down around him, a velvety vice that seemed to pulse with every beat of your racing heart.

His hips slammed into you, his cock plunging deep inside you with each powerful stroke, while you met him thrust for thrust, your heels digging into his backside. The friction of your skin was electric, sending sparks of pleasure along every nerve ending as you pushed each other closer and closer to the brink.

You could feel your orgasm building again, a slow burn that started in your toes and worked its way up your body. You reached down to rub your clit, your fingers slick with your juices, and your pussy contracted around his shaft, urging him deeper. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, as he felt you tighten around him. He knew you were close, and the thought of you coming again was almost too much for him to bear. He gripped your hips and drove into you with renewed vigor, his own orgasm fast approaching.

Your bodies moved as one, your hearts racing in sync. With each thrust, he grew more desperate, more frenzied, his breath coming in gasps and moans. And then, with a final, guttural cry, he erupted inside you, filling you with his hot, sticky seed. He felt your pussy clamp down around him, milking every last drop as you shuddered through your own climax, your walls pulsing with the force of your pleasure.

You stayed like that for a moment, panting and spent, your bodies entwined and your hearts racing. Then, with a sly grin, Coriolanus whispered in your ear, “I’m willing to help you out like this whenever you want.”

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DEAR READER | C.L 16 (ONE)

Notes: (This involves an Original Character btw)

* English isn’t my first language and I’m still trying to get back my writing mojo ehehe

* No trigger warnings besides mentions of catcalling ??

*This was written to be intentionally a bit vague since it’s just the first chapter

next parts: TWO | THREE

THE AROMA OF FRESHLY watered plants hit her senses. She exhaled the nature-given scent, producing a wave of serotonin in her body. A hand came up to brush away the brunette locks flying across her face from the strength of the wind. Her eyes gazed upon the calm rhythmic waves of the sea, smiling as the floral fragrance mingled with the salty taste of the air.

She was aware of the consequences. The blissful silence she was feeling had a price and the piper would eventually come for the gold. Nonetheless, she chose to bask at the few moments that she had left. Later, she’d be back to scrubbing at a her boss’ expensive yacht. Getting a nice manicure had been long rendered useless at how easily they’d get chipped.

Glancing down at her hands, a grimaced presented itself on her mouth as she spotted the dirt clinging on the inside of her nails.

As she got lost in her thoughts, she raked at her fingernails to clean through the icky substances. She truly had no qualms working for the rich. Not only do they pay handsomely, they also handed her occasional gift apart from her daily salary.

The amount of times she’d been mistaken for a hooker were extremely unhealthy. She often recalls the eye rolls she’d give the old men who’d whistle at her across the port as if she’s some sort of animal.

Lucky for her, her present employer was far from the elderly rich men, sporting beer belly that prey on girls younger than their own daughters.

Her boss was not passed sixty years of age. Instead of bothering young girls, he has this lovely wife and son whom he never fails to show his unwavering devotion to.

One could only dream of a life like his.

“Natalia!”

And here we go.

“Yes?” She yelled back, turning her body to look at the direction of her boss. She watched his towering stature make its way to the harbor, steps creaking beneath the wooden surface.

He squinted at the glare of the sun behind her head. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

Her eyes widened at the invitation, hands waving from left to right. “Oh! I couldn’t possibly intrude—”

“Nonsense. You’re not.” He silenced her worries. “Come on.” Lending an arm to assist her down the step she was standing on.

Natalia stared at him, her features conveying incredulity. “Right now?”

He peaked at her curiously, slowly tugging her away from the port, taking care not to step on her dress. “It’s passed 6 PM . . .” At his remark, she raised her arm to take a look at her watch.

The hands did indicate a 18:37. Her mouth formed into an “o” at the confirmation. She hadn’t realize she had been dilly-dallying for that long. Her break started nearly two hours prior. The thought to recharge her energy were originally to last only an hour at best.

“I’m sorry— I completely lost track of time,” She apologized, tilting her head up to her boss who simply chuckled at her hushed tone.

“It’s quite alright.” He hummed, returning her gaze. “You’ve finished everything, haven’t you?”

She nodded her head, eyes glistening with pride. “I did! The magazines are back inside the father right cabinet, scrubbed the deck and the body. And I swear— It’s so clean, I could see my reflection ever surface,”

Her enthusiasm brought joy to him, optimg to approve her hard work. “Very good, then.” Natalia spotted his wife by one of the many luxurious cars they own.

A kind smile graced her lips as the pair approached her. “Oh, look at you! What have you been doing?” The motherly scolding tone was anything but scary to Natalia as the blonde woman began to fuss over the her.

“You should really tell her to come inside when she’s done, Toto . . .” Your boss winced at his wife’s glare.

Her graceful hands worked through Natalia damp locks, untangling the knots the had formed on her head. “I must’ve gone for a short swim. . .” She released a laugh to cover up her growing anxiety at the glare she threw her way. “I’m fine, Susie! Just need a shower— if we still have time?”

She glanced up at Toto, who suppressed a playful eye roll, nodding at the smiley girl nonetheless.

“Great! I’ll be back as soon as a can!” Natalia landed a peck on Susie’s cheeks before waving a hand to Toto, running back to their estate.

“That girl. . .” Toto clicked his tongue, but the grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.

“Absolutely adorable,” Susie chipped in, eyes crinkling at her husband’s own glee. But as she stared at Natalia’s retreating form, her expression fell serious. “I thought I told you to tell her that she doesn’t have to work for us anymore,”

Toto strides along with Susie as he answered the question. “I will, later over dinner.”

Susie raised an eyebrow at her husband, arms crossing to her chest. “Dinner? The one you’re having with Fred?”

“Yes— but,” He got ahead of her disapproving look, lifting a finger up to soothe away her frustration. “I’m taking her with me to broaden her connections.”

The enlightenment brought recollection to Susie’s features, heart warming the generous gesture Toto was giving to Natalia. “It’s nice that she knows what she wants, no?”

The tall man agreed, tucking his hands inside his pockets. It had been a nearly a year since Natalia started doing minor tasks for them. In her own faith, when she arrived at their residence, a natural rhythm fell place in her actions. The chores that were usually done by the usual cleaning lady was finished by her.

In her persuading self, she tried to Toto that she could do some of the boat cleaning as well. Of course, he was quick to deny her insistence, stating that her studies are the only thing she needs to focus on.

Natalia Valle was an exchange student from the Philippines. She had passed the examination for the University of Monaco and had been staying in the dorms for the last 3 years. That was until a financial crisis arose between her parents and before she knew it, a wet sponge and a bucket of water was her saving grace to get by everyday.

Thankfully, Susie had found her by the harbor. She sat there, eyes falling close a few times. The bags under her eyes were impossible to miss, conveying her lack of rest. Her hands gripped lightly at a fishing rod. The wooden handle constricted at her hand instinctively as the pull of an object from under the water awakened her spirit.

She flinched, eyes flying open at the force. Susie remembers hearing her devastated groans as the string snapped from its hook, light splashes appeared at the large body of water, indicating the fish’s escape.

One would turn away and go on with their life, Susie would have if she hadn’t seen the distinguish cut on her palm. The one she later turned over to use her fingers as a grapple to dig for another hook and string in her bag.

Getting Natalia’s wounds treated by Susie Wolff was definitely not in her bucket list. But she sat there, trying her best not to look too nervous as Susie herself dressed the long cut on her hand.

Susie didn’t need to make small talk, Natalia thought. Unknown to her, the genuine intentions that harbored Susie’s questions.

From there, Susie struck a deal with her after hearing how she ended up on that port. Susie offered to pay off her last year as a journalism student and her dorm rent. All she wanted in return was for her to graduate.

Of course, disbelief was a natural reaction. To Natalia, she hasn’t done anything special to earn a free pass for her burdens to be lifted off her shoulders.

As she expressed her hesitance, stating that she should not leech off someone else so easily with anything in exchange. Irises expanded at her sheer assertions to at least do something for them in return. To wrap her in solace, Susie agreed to the simple tasks.

Here they were, in the present. Natalia continued to work for her allowance despite Toto’s futile attempts to take the chores off the girl’s hands.

But tonight, he’ll finally be telling him a news that would make her, hopefully, drop all those cleaning supplies.

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Natalia clenched her hands in her lap, settling on admiring the silver bracelet adorned with the crystalline diamonds given to her by Susie last Christmas. Her fingernails chipped at her cuticles, watching the car pass through a series of establishments, deliberately crating a closer approximate to their destination.

The silk of her dress wrinkled at the spot which had had enclosed on her hand, leaving the mark of her worries.

“What’s the matter?”

Toto’s voice made spring her though back, choosing to return Toto’s waiting gaze.

“You didn’t tell me Charles was coming,” She sulked, her whiny tone caught a tug at the corners of Toto’s mouth.

“I knew you wouldn’t go if I told you,” The nonchalance of his shrug expelled a sigh from Natalia.

She tucked a stray curl behind her ear, twiddling with her phone. At the silence, her thoughts scrambled into one idea. One she couldn’t let go, electing to ask it.

“Are you switching teams?”

Toto didn’t seem astonished at her rash query, solely negating her with a soft “No, I’m not.”

The furrow of Natalia’s brows relaxed at his answer, shoulders sagging in defeat. She swore she had it.

The car came to a holt in front of a popular restaurant she was all familiar with. The bright lights twinkled in her vision as the valet opened her door. She tipped her head as a polite greeting, plucking herself from the seat. Her hand drew the rest of her dress out of the vehicle, proceeding to stand her full height.

Toto came to her side, patiently waiting to get herself ready. When she did, she strode with him to the cemented steps where he lent his hand as assistance.

Just one last step to spare before they’re at the door, but heavens had other plans.

“Toto!” An accented voice came calling from below. His joyful exclamation was accompanied by a chuckle similar to his expression.

Natalia found herself turning back as well. True enough, At the bottom of the stairs stood two figures. The jolly French team principal of Scuderia Ferrari, Frederic Vasseur and the team’s golden boy, Charles Leclerc were both wearing matching smiles.

Toto mirrored their smiles, extending a hand to Fred when the pair reached them. Natalia greeted the team principal as well, shaking his hand lightly. When she let go, her eyes wondered to the green eyed individual in front of her.

“Hi,” She chipped, giving him a soft grin to which he responded with a chuckle.

“Good evening, Natalia.” He roamed his eyes through her well-dressed figure. The silk on her body hugged her curves in all the right places. Charles realized he had been staring for quite some time. Fortunately, Toto invited everyone to come inside and start dinner.

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Dinner was going fairly well. The dimly lit hall invoked an air of ease, along with the delectable dishes that have been served. The candles illuminated her face, giving off a warmth through her skin.

She would go as far as to say it was perfect if it wasn’t Charles’ eyes burning into her face. Granted, when she would attempt to reciprocate his stare, he’d look away. Her consciousness made her click unto her phone’s camera, thinking there might be a peculiar substance on her appearance. However, after a few checks every little while, she found no disarray to her make up.

Why was he looking at her like that?

“Natalia,” At the sound of her name, she snapped her head towards Fred, who sat across Toto. “Toto tells me that you need an internship . . .”

The tone of his voice dripped of knowing. Natalia blinked back at him. “Yes, I am.” Was the only thing she could manage as she studied the expression on his face.

Is he? No, surely not.

Fred inclined his body, hands clasped together on the table as a smirk ghosted on his lips. “Well you’re in luck,” No way. “Ferrari’s currently accepting interns. Would you be—”

“Yes!” A hand slapped on her mouth as her voice resounded through the space.

Charles halted the chortle that crawled up his throat, concealing it with a bow of his head.

“Then it’s settled,” Toto clapped Natalia shoulder in a congratulatory amenity, a sense of pride flourishing in his chest. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll drive you to the Ferrari headquarters.”

Natalia could barely contain her excitement at Toto’s claim. She stood up, reaching her hand toward Fred who gladly received it with the same enthusiasm.

“Thank you so much,” The heat of her eyes were beginning to burn, signaling her near waterworks. “This is such an honor, honestly. . .”

“Actually, we’re heading back to Maranello tomorrow.” Charles joined the conversation, peering up at her standing stature. “You can go with me, if you want,”

Natalia didn’t miss the emphasis on the last words, lips curling behind her teeth at the suggestion.

“That would be great,” She nodded, shooting him a grateful look. “Is 9 AM fine?”

Trying to catch Natalia’s gaze, he kept his on her. “Perfect.”

An indecipherable expression crossed Charles’ features, leaving as quickly as it came when Natalia blinked.

This is wasn’t a well thought idea. Natalia was aware of this fact. The thought of spending four hours in a car with Charles sent rippling shudders down her back. Perhaps the yearning to commit to her life long dreams were stronger than the impending discomfort she had to endure for a few moments.

After all, they both agreed never to speak about it ever again. A long car ride shouldn’t be so hard.

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NEXT PART: H E R E

[nevertheless-moving]

MDZS AU #7: Jiang Wanyin’s Dog

Jiang Cheng & Wei Ying time travel back to the Wen Indoctrination camp.

They didn't ask for this. Wei Wuxian's Happy Ending is gone. Jin Ling's Whole Life is Gone. But no time to unpack any of that, they fight the Xuanwu of Slaughter the day after tomorrow. They have to get on the same page. Their family is alive again. They have to get this right.

Last time around, Wei Ying created distance between his actions and Jiang Cheng’s orders.

(Partially in order to excuse his shidi from blame when he did something grotesque or anti-establishment or unsuccessful. Partially to obscure which orders he physically couldn't follow. Partially because his mental health was truly, exceptionally bad — he distanced himself from lots of things!)

It could be argued that this strategy didn’t pan out super well, in the end. Not a very fun conclusion.

And the reasons for that distance don't exist anymore considering 1) Jiang Sect is un-massacred and can properly throw their weight around to shield their terrifying unorthodox disciple from backlash when he does terrifying unorthodox things. 2) Wei Ying doesn’t have a golden core shaped secret to hide from Jiang Cheng. Wei Ying has less secrets from Jiang Cheng then he’s ever had.

(Mental health could be better, but it also could be a lot worse)

So they come up with a different plan, whispering furiously under Wen guard, bedrolls pressed close together, cheeks still holding a little babyfat.

Wei Wuxian will be the perfect servant in public, obeying his gongzi’s orders without question. In exchange Jiang Wanyin won’t order him to do anything he wouldn’t want to do anyway. Wei Wuxian will still get to do all his stupid heroics — he just has to wait for the go ahead, to provide the undeniable impression of perfect unity. Jiang Wanyin will give that go ahead, even if it has to be through gritted teeth.

Bear with me now: this leads to a gradual yungmeng bros reconciliation. Basically the emotional equivalent of tensing a muscles as hard as you can on purpose so that when you relax it, the background strain also releases a bit.

To start — Wei Wuxian is the new core melting hand, except even scarier.

Did you hear he summoned an ARMY of the damned to protect Lotus Pier?? And that the only one who he listens to is Jiang Wanyin? Apparently Jiang Wanyin confronted Wen Chao over using human sacrifices, and when Wen Chao threatened him, Jiang Wanyin gave the word and Wei Wuxian killed a hundred Wen AND the Xuanwu of Slaughter!!! Did you hear he ripped Wen Zhuliu heart out of his chest?? What a terrfying head disciple! How long has Jiang sect been hiding this??

The two really, really have to work together, very consistently, without hiccups, and as much practice as they have fighting this specific war together, they also have hella baggage and different priorities and Wei Ying is NOT keeping up the Super Serious Servant act in private.

(they can’t speed run, alright? Wen Chao's early death and the Jiang Sect surviving pretty fundamentally alter following events, rendering specific future knowledge less useful. Not to mention, it takes time for Wei Wuxian to figure out how to balance his golden core with massive amounts of resentful energy. He's got qi to deviate, and there's a good few months where they're fairly sure he's driving himself into an even faster grave than his first life. I mean he figures it out, he's a fucking genius. But early on there's a non zero amount of bleeding from the eyes and running into bushes to puke blood while Jiang Cheng pretends that he's only stressed about this for purely pragmatic reasons.)

So daily private meetings to debrief and strategize and yell at each other and maybe horse around a little. It's the only time they get to step back from the terrifying teenage war leaders thing and be a more raw, complex version of themselves. Getting back in sync after everything. Maybe getting in sync for the first time — how much of their childhood were they dancing around issues of worth and place? How many of their worst arguments stemmed from one giant secret?

Jiang Cheng making progress on his Wuxian shaped self-esteem issues largely by faking it-till-he-makes it.

“You think I feel embarrassed to be second best to my own disciple. What, are you fucking stupid?? How do you compare to him, huh? He’s going to ascend to be a death god or some shit like that. It’s a ridiculous comparison — I’d like to see how you would have done, growing up his shidi. Grow up and fuck off.”

Say stuff like that enough times and you might… actually start to believe it. Huh.

Both of them somewhat expecting cocky, mouthy Wei Wuxian to bristle more about the subservience thing, but honestly? It's cool.

For years, supporting Jiang Cheng was the only thing Wei Ying truly wanted. Yes, he wants other things now too, but Wei Ying still wants to follow Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng is good at politics, at leadership. He rebuilt his sect back to greatness from the ground up. Wei Wuxian's 'leading a sect' experience culminated in being feared by the world and slowly starving to death on an all radish diet. (yes, obviously, there were extenuating circumstances, but regardless — I don't think leading anything larger than a night hunt is on Wei Ying's to do list).

Jiang Cheng expecting criticism in private and not getting it. Waiting all day to be torn apart for his fuckups by an unfiltered Wei Wuxian, only to instead be praised for his battlefield calls and handling of difficult negotiations.

He was a sect leader for two decades— his stupid shixiong's approval should not be able to affect him like this.

The thing is, Wei Wuxian's got effective free reign on his areas of interest — protecting people he wants to protect, inventing, and fighting people he wants to fight. Wei Wuxian has bountiful self esteem. It's annoying to not say whatever he wants whenever he wants, to bow that low, to mind his titles, to walk five steps behind, but it doesn't actually make him feel bad.

Once they’re eating A-Li’s soup … and it sinks in that their parents, their sect, their sister is alive… and they're drunk crying together... and they really really really did miss this, having someone who got their jokes, who could distinguish between their mock outrage and real fury…

Reconciliation starts completely in private but frankly enough time of Wei Wuxian Perfect Discipleing in public? Jiang Cheng is like… ok I thought I wanted this... but its actually not my kink. Please push back when the Jin start talking shit. I’m so, so tired. I've been tired longer than you've been alive. I don't want to reserve all my amusement for hidden moments any more.

Almost seamless public facing transition from ‘rabid dog on a short chain’ swinging to ‘my good right hand.’ Wei Wuxian gets to start being a little shit again in public, but he reigns it in quickly at Jiang Cheng's signal, and teasing A-Cheng stays private. Honestly — a boundary that might have helped them a lot in their first life!

As a result of gaslighting people that however they act that day is how they've always acted, most people are left with the general impression of Wei Wuxian as ‘trusted loyal hound,' who also happens to be absolutely fucking terrifying. Which. Isn’t exactly wrong so, fuck it, fine. Wei Ying honestly could not give less fucks about 99.9% of people’s opinions.

...Lan Zhan is living a dark romance novel, but that's a different post.

Part Two My MDZS AU Masterlist

[tulipsforyourlips]

✧˖°. i found you ✧˖°. (2)

|| the sandman x dead boy detectives ||

SUMMARY: You run the dead boys detective agency along with your two best friends. And somehow two ghosts and a living girl make it work. Until you dream one night, of dream himself.

PAIRING: dream of the endless x fem!reader

WC: 3K

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, attempted murder?

PART 2 ✧˖°.

The ground was a soothing anchor for your rampant thoughts which all seemed to recede as you laid on the plush grass, its touch on your skin soothing. The stars reflected in your eyes, spanning as far as the eye could see, only obstructed by the mountain ranges surrounding you, capped with ice that shone under the twinkling night sky. The breeze kissed your cheeks and rustled the leaves on the trees that lined the lake gurgling few feet away from you, the sound of ripples caused by the breeze a tranquil sound in your ears. If you weren't already dreaming you would have succumbed to a peaceful slumber long ago. But as a matter of fact you were, and it was no mistaking that, provided you always dreamt of this scenic place. Regardless of the time of the day or the night, you always found yourself here, in midst of what you could only call 'a slice of heaven'. You buried your fingers in the grass, exhaling a deep breath of contentment and let your eyelids droop down, embracing the sound of the howling wind muffled by the river's constant churning. Hours passed by and the dark slowly began to fade away, the sky preparing itself for sunrise. Soon it would be time for you to wake up, you thought dismally. You felt a gaze on you and your eyes opened to catch a blur of darkness staring at you but it only remained a blur because when you blinked it was gone. 'Strange,' you mused to yourself. No one had ever crossed your path here. From the beginning of time, or well the beginning of the past four years when you had stumbled across the agency, you had always been here alone. Just as you began convincing yourself that it was just a trick played by the light, your alarm rang throughout the vast expanse. 

"Ugh," you groaned as you slammed the alarm clock, probably fracturing it a bit.

But it was of no use as the awfully cheery voice of Charles greeted your ears, "Wakey wakey sunshine, the day is new."

He opened the blinds to your window and piercing sunlight entered your eyes.

"Mate are you trying to blind me?" You grumbled in your pillow, turning your head in the other direction. 

"Come on! Wake up," Charles pulled your blanket away.

You opened one eye and squinted at your phone screen, "It is 7 in the morning there is absolutely no reason for any man or ghost to be happy and have that amount of energy at this hour.”

"The sun is shining and the flowers are blooming. It's the best time to live life.”

"Yeah coming from a ghost.”

Your back creaked under the weight of Charles' body as he tried to annoy you into getting up by imparting physical pain. 

"Get off me, you creature!" You mindlessly grabbed his face with your nails but he pinned your arms behind your back.

You tried to wiggle your way free but in vain, "Get. Off. Me."

"Only if you get up as soon as I release you.”

Rendered optionless you huffed, "fine you arse.”

Charles freed his hold on you and you sat up, rubbing your eyes hoping to rid the exhaustion away. 

"Good morning," Charles smiled. 

"Morning," you yawned. 

"Breakfast is getting cold!" Edwin's voice boomed through your apartment. 

"Be right there," you called back. 

You stepped down from your bed and made your way to the bathroom when you halted in your tracks, your reflection peered at you, an enraged expression on its face. Your t-shirt was soiled with blood, your favourite t-shirt. You had almost forgotten about that and you sent a 'I will butcher you alive' actually more like 'I will butcher your ghost' look in Charles' direction who seemed to discern it very well because he wasted not a second in dashing out of your room.

Your coffee mug stared at you, your hands enclosed around it with their initial purpose of warming themselves made useless with your coffee now cold. The contents swirled inside, undissolved sugar twinkling amidst the dark liquid, reminding you of your dream and the odd addition to it last night.

"You okay?" Edwin's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah I am fine."

"So is the coffee that bad?"

"Eh it’s passable," you scrunched your nose. 

"Edwin I for one think it surpasses excellence," Charles piped in.

"Calm down dude he is not handing out golden stars.”

Charles' only reply was a scowl.

"Thankyou Charles,” Edwin placed his hand on the brunette ghost beside him. 

"Get a room." It was your turn to scowl, earning looks from both of them.

You gulped your coffee down and collected the utensils to deposit them in the sink while the boys pushed the chairs back and rearranged the furniture slightly for what was to follow. 

"I guess we are ready," Edwin spoke and you used that as a cue to open the doors.

"And so we begin.” 

The clicking of your pen echoed in the room. You were half in your chair, while your upper half was rested against the table, eyes boring into the ceiling. 

"Since when did ghosts become so lame?" Charles spoke from his place, legs crossed on the table, touching your head and an apple and a knife in his hand.

It was 4 hours since you opened the gates to the ghosts to hear out their woes and help them cross into a peaceful afterlife. But none of them had presented a case worth pursuing, for all you three wanted more than aiding the distressed was an adventure, an adrenaline rush, gears put to work inside the brain. Yet today every case was solved by asking a few more questions, a remedy supplied by Edward's intellectual mind or some probing by you. After all ghosts trusted you. 

"Since uh you died," you quipped.

But just as Charles opened his mouth to use whatever comeback he had thought of, the doors opened once again with such gusto that it sent the papers on the table flying.

"You have to help me,” A girl's voice pleaded.

"So this is it," you muttered to your ghost buddies who were currently wearing skins of two police officials as you all watched the scene on the opposite side of the street. 

People in uniform bustled about the scene of the crime which they had ruled a 'suicide'. The parents of the girl who had dropped from the roof were huddled in a corner, fresh tears flowing down their already tear stained faces as her corpse was put into a body bag. Your heart weighed down under the sudden sadness enveloping it. The street was silent except the beeping emitting from the ambulance and police cars. The girl's ghost on the other hand was waiting at your place and you were so grateful for that decision, seeing her own body and her parents so broken would have devastated her.

"God it is horrible," Charles voiced aloud your thoughts.

"Come on Charles," Edwin said in a startling female voice. 

"God Charles why do you always have to make him a woman?"

"It suits him," he drawled.

"More like suits your fantasies huh?" 

You were met by Edwin's soft blow on your head, "ow sorry.”

"Ok Hazel, Charles and I will question the victim's parents and provide you with an opportunity to sneak inside. Search the building for any signs of a ghost and wait for us to join you. Be careful, she seemed pretty intent that she didn't commit suicide."

You were about to nod when you caught a glimpse of dark hair retreating behind the house as if you had caught them watching you. 

"Hazel?"

"Huh.” You looked up at Edwin. 

"Is the plan clear to you?" 

"Crystal."

Who was that guy? It eerily reminded you of the blur of darkness in your dream. You tucked your curiosity away for later and brought your focus on the case. It's more important right now.

"Hello?" you called out into the scaffolding. It seemed their house was going through renovation when the incident happened. You shuddered when the images of her parents popped up in your mind.

A clank of metal made you whip your head around. It was nothing, just a piece of construction metal had fallen down. The ground floor provided with no clues, no proof of anything paranormal so you approached the staircase leading upstairs. Sun shone bleakly through the crevices of the area of the house that was being reconstructed. You gripped the banister and began climbing. Wait, was that? Surely not? But as you neared the landing the unmistakable sound of whimpering reached you. They had the entire house cleared right?  No one was supposed to be here. Not someone living atleast. The thud of your boots on the wooden floor quieted the whimpers. Should have worn sneakers, I knew it. 

Still you were determined to find the source of the whimpering and you called out into the silence again, "Hello? Is anyone there? I am here to help." 

No reply. You opened the door on your right and scanned the room but no presence was there. Who were you kidding, like luck is something you know.

As you were closing the door, you spotted a figure hunched on their knees in the corner of the room. Luck and you? That was something new. You made your way to them, to her you realised as the distance shortened between you two. 

"Hey, are you okay?" you spoke in a hushed tone, scared you would startle her. 

The girl, just a teenager, tilted her head up at you, her eyes widened, "You-you can see me?" She managed out.

She had the same auburn hair as the ghost at your apartment and the same dip in her nose.

"Are you a ghost?" She bit her lips.

"I can sweetheart and no I am very much alive, unfortunately."

You bent down to her level, "What are you doing here?"

Your soft tone was merely your politeness, giving her the illusion of choice when you knew she had no other option than to answer your question. 

Another whimper escaped her and she opened her mouth when Charles voice rumbled from downstairs, "Hazel?"

You turned your head away and called his name back, "I am up here!" 

But when you looked back, the girl was gone. You swiveled your head around trying to locate her but there was no sight of her. 

Footsteps grew louder until they reached you and Edwin's voice said, "It's messier than we imagined."

"Yeah?" you asked absentmindedly.

"Turns out the folks outside had two daughters. And guess what happened to the other?" Charles joined the conversation.

Both of them had shed their disguises.

"She died.”

"She die-" Edwin stopped midway.

"How do you know?" He perked his eyebrow.

"Because I think I just saw her.”

"What?" Both of them exclaimed in unison. 

"But how is that possible? She died 5 years ago." 

"Must be one hell of an unfinished business,” you shrugged.

"Isn't it weird that the sister never mentioned her? Like I don’t know about people but if I had a dead sibling who died in the same spot I did, I would atleast mention it," Charles reasoned. 

"God knows man.” You rubbed your forehead.

"Thanks but I do not.” 

You only rolled your eyes at his response, mind too occupied connecting the pieces. "We have to find the girl. She was just here."

"Seems the right course of action to do. Let's split up."

You both nodded in reply to Edwin and went your paths. You searched room after room without any result. 

You began your way back when you spotted him. "Edwin? Charles?" You called to the stoic figure at the end of the corridor. “Is that you?"

But the black robes, the wild mop of the darkest hair, and the air around him that seemed to tingle with his presence was reply enough for you. 

"Who are you?" The words left your lips.

But in the blink of an eye, same as in your dream, he vanished, leaving a befuddled you behind. What the fuck just happened?

You turned around only to be met by the suicide girl who actually did have a name. "Oh hi Aura. What-what are you doing here?"

"I am sorry, I just couldn't wait on my own, wondering-what-that I-"

"I get it.” You quelled her unnecessary rambling. "You can stay here with us and help us locate your sister." 

"My-my sister?" Her eyes widened in fear?

"Yes," you said hesitantly. "Why didn't you tell us about her?"

"It can't be. No no no-" she backed into a corner. 

"Aura?" you voice was laced with concern and caution.

"Hazel! You won't fucking believe this." Charles approached you, slightly out of breath and froze when he saw the auburn hair.

"Hazel- get away from her," he said sternly. 

Confusion must be evident on your face because he repeated his words. "Get away from her, she murdered her sister."

What?

"No no! She is lying!" the ghost screamed, "That prick is lying!"

Charles wasted no second in divulging into his backpack to procure shackles that could bind any ghost, except the one using them.

Before you could ask Aura the question yourself to confirm the truth, she lunged for you. You kicked her in the chest and ran forward but her hands clamped against your mouth, a cool metal blade pressed against the skin of your neck. Where the fuck did she get a knife from? Oh Charles' bloody apple.

"You use that on me, and I won't hesitate to have her join this ghost party."

"Aura," Charles warned. 

Her grip tightened and Charles faltered, "ok ok ok, here." He put the shackles back. "Just let her go."

"Stay there,” she ordered. 

"Please, just let her go," his voice quaked.

She retreated back, the knife still on your throat, towards the stairs. If only you could free your mouth from her grasp. Charles moved forward. 

"Don't you dare," she seethed.

She reached the stairs and you hoped she'd let you go now. But she grinned toothily and slashed her knife across your neck. A clank, a thud. But all you could process was the droplets of blood dripping down as you fell to the floor. Charles was beside you in two quick strides.

His tone was urgent, "are you okay?"

"To be honest I thought cutting your neck would be a much bloodier disaster.”

"It's because you didn't cut your fucking neck you idiot," he chuckled softly. 

But the blood? You brought your hands to your cheek and the blood smeared your fingers, it was just a scratch. 

"But how?" You sat up. 

"I have no freaking clue. It just happened. One second I thought you were going to die and the next-” He looked down where the stairs ended. 

Aura's body was lying on the ground. Unconscious. And there seemed to be...sand? around her. 

Your bones clunked against each other at the crushing embrace of Charles' hug. 

"Oh you sappy boy.” You ruffled his hair. 

He pulled back, his eyes weary with emotion. 

You took his hand. “I love you too idiot.” 

You both smiled at that. 

"Right I better shackle her incase you know, the maniac wakes up.”

"Sounds alright, I will go check up on Edwin.”

"He is on the roof with the little sister.”

You made your way up onto the roof. Edwin seemed to be talking gently with her, trying to coax out the details of her murder and her sister's. Right  you still had no idea who murdered Aura.

"Finally, what on Earth took you so lo-" Edwin's gaze fixated on your cheek. "What happened?"

"All sorted.”

Edwin accepted your answer hesitantly. Then said, "I am afraid I give up. She is all yours.”

You went to the scared teenager and asked her, "will you tell me what happened?"

"So let me just get this straight. Aura murdered her sister accidentally 5 years ago. And then her sister murdered her as revenge yesterday," Charles stated in disbelief.

"Precisely.”

"That's what I suppose healthy family relations look like. I am so envious," Charles said.

"Boy do they give greek mythology some competition," you added.

The three of you turned around, now a safe distance from Death's grasp and waited for her to reap the two souls. Soon, the air tickled with electricity, pronouncing her entrance. It strangely reminded you of the man in the corridor. It was always so surreal to see Death do her work. Blue light coated the roof in an ethereal glimmer as she took the scared soul perched on it to the sunless lands. She had accepted her flaws and fate and the price to be paid had lightened. The wings flew downwards where Aura was shackled and a surprising red painted the windows, perhaps the darkest shade you had witnessed till now. You knew her redemption wouldn't be pleasant but that seemed a tad extreme. The slight quiver in the boys beside you meant they thought the same. 

"That...was something." 

"Something might be an understatement," you spoke.

"Well job officially jobbed," Charles concluded.

You were tidying up your bed to make space for yourself, sleep a welcoming pull in your body. After a refreshing bath and some horrific birdshit Charles had cooked up that was meant to taste like potatoes according to him, you were ready to give in to your exhaustion. Your hair was still wet against your skin, the cool touch pleasing. You went to the mirror, taking some ointment in your fingers for your cheek and looked up to find a set of dark eyes on you in the mirror's glass. You whipped around, the tube falling to the floor and finally saw the mysterious stranger in full light. Black coat brushing the floor, hair equally black and eyes even darker, matching the night sky outside your window. 

His lips parted, "Hello Hazel."

A/N: i know there is a profound lack of dream atp but dw it has just started. and edwin and charles are aged up in this story to be in their early 20s. well technically they are decades old but even in their ghost form they are just not teenagers to me ahsk.

SERIES MASTERLIST✧˖°

[lovehotelreservation]

Amateur Hour

Summary: You, the queen of succubi. Him, the world's strongest.

Surely, a battle in bed would result in nothing else but your victory.

Right?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Gojo

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING + AFTER 87 YUMEJO GOJO DOUJINS HERE WE ARE

THANK U ALL TO THOSE WHO VOTED TO MAKE THIS SPECIFIC PIECE HAPPEN I APPRECIATE U 4EVA

PLS ENJOY MY SAUCE !!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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Gojo Satoru’s days were numbered.

The most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world with unmatched skill, immeasurable strength, and–above all–pestering arrogance that knew no bounds.

He would serve as the perfect meal for you.

No, you had little intention to sink your fangs into his bones for a satisfying crunch.

Rather, you were wholly focused on one singular target:

His seed.

After all, having existed as a succubus for as long as you could remember, the thought of defeating the world’s strongest by merely draining him dry to the very last drop of his cum brought immeasurable mischievous glee to your very being. His reputation certainly preceded him—an irritatingly massive ego propped up high by his ungodly prowess as sorcerer and his dangerously carefree nature.

In parallel to him, you were heralded as the queen of your kind so you simply had to rise to the occasion at some point.

But at long last, you could stop counting down the nights for you to take strike. Spring had swept across Japan and with the blossoming buds of sakura trees, so did years and years of preparation finally take form.

There was no way you could just simply dive into Gojo’s dreams and drag him into your thrall–even as Queen of the Succubi, you knew you had to harness as much power and energy in order to properly take in his mighty seed.

From the moment he had become a target of interest, you became especially more ruthless with the countless amount of men you drained down. From Kabukicho’s crowning host prince to the most slovenly otaku, from repressed priests to homewrecking yoga instructors–there was not a single man whose dreams were safe from your succubus sucking!

No matter if it was a passing drowsy daydream or a vivid nightly fantasy, no matter the position used, no matter which hole you were utilizing, you were hard at work, collecting essences as you rendered each one of your victims into a weary milked out reservoir, all while your tail curled with bliss while the tattoo on your womb glowed brilliantly with vivacious power.

And it was on one particular night where you climbed off of one particular blonde that you knew you were ready to claim your rightful prize.

You licked your lips as you eyed the calm yet weary features of your recent victim as he continued to sleep, his expression furrowed even with the large sticky stain that marred the front of his pajama pants.

Grade 1 sorcerer sperm was like nothing else!

With such a delectable treat waiting in store, you giggled as you slipped into the darkness, preparing for the next evening.

Your last appetizer was delectable surely, but you simply had to refresh your palette so you could fully savor your main course.

The time had come for Gojo to cum!

Meet his match that is!

As the next evening rolled around, you did your best to contain your eagerness while you awaited for Gojo to head to bed, namely once he began to doze off into slumber. Experience from your other test subjects foretold that barging into the world’s strongest’s dreams would alert him of your presence, thereby putting up his defenses at best or unleashing his offenses at worst.

You waited and waited, your ferocious impatience being tempered by years and years of discipline.

And then, you watched as his body started to relax further into his bed while his eyes remained shut.

Though it was for a split second, you sensed what was undoubtedly him finally drifting to slumber, his subconscious revealed as his defenses lowered. Without hesitation, you smirked triumphantly and leapt forward from the darkness, conjuring entry into his dreams.

For as long as you’ve had Gojo in your sights, you always wondered what you would see within the depths of his mind. Some lascivious wet dream of him being surrounded by a fawning harem, a power fantasy of him being crowned king of the world while he gleefully subjugated every soul to his whims, a nightmare of him pitifully lamenting the destruction of his favorite pair of sunglasses–the possibilities were endless.

And yet, what you came to behold still managed to be a surprise.

You found yourself in none other than Tokyo Jujutsu High, namely with what looked to be his office.

For such a pompous man, the space was furnished quite simply, looking more akin to a trendy minimalist teahouse than a typical faculty room. Sleek wooden walls and floors, a lone circular window that peeked out to the rest of the school’s massive campus, a modest bookshelf where a few framed photos of him with his students and other close colleagues rested right on top.

The only spot in the office that looked to be in comparative disarray was none other than your target.

Reclined back in his seat, arms loosely folded over his chest, his feet propped up on his desk, Gojo was fast asleep, seemingly lost in an afternoon nap.

You couldn’t hide your glee, your thighs pressing together in anticipation as you hurried over towards where he sat. Though you were already barely dressed as is–what with a bikini top and a matching pair of panties, a standard attire for all succubi–you still couldn’t wait to fully strip yourself bare to thoroughly enjoy your time with him.

While you would have loved to have him writhe beneath you under the sheer might of your erotic might, savoring every drop of such a magnificent beast of a man was far more important to satiate your hunger. The less meddling from his end, the better.

It was as you scurried past his desk that something caught your eye, giving some pause to your movements.

Strewn upon his desk looked to be old newspaper clippings–given by the faint yellowing across the pages–and a class yearbook. The former consisted of headlines from various articles, the words “MISSING” and “DISAPPEARANCE” looking to be the most common.

As for the latter, you noticed the unmistakable symbol of a heart drawn around one of the student’s portraits. Strange as it was, for the briefest moment you felt compelled to inspect the yearbook further.

However, hearing Gojo yawn in his sleep was all you needed to remind yourself of what was most important at this very moment.

And without a moment left to waste, you immediately sunk down to kneel before his seat, your hands reaching forward to cup him through the front of his pants.

Your tail curled behind you in bliss before swishing about in excitement as you felt your mouth water.

Even without being erect, you could feel the sheer weight of his cock, your heart giddy at the idea of how much of his cum, how much of his essence that you would get to feast upon.

Knowing you needed him to be at his most aroused in order for you to truly savor his essence, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down, revealing the front of his dark blue boxer briefs. As his natural musk wafted by your nose, you shuddered with anticipation as you leaned forward to plant your lips against his cock through the material of his underwear. Feeling him quickly harden beneath your kisses had you feeling as prideful as ever–such a reaction from the world’s strongest only made you see that in the end, he was still a mere man who couldn’t hope to stand against the sweet sensation of your touch.

Your grin widened with each kiss while slick heat pooled between your inner thighs. In your haste, you quickly reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at it until his dick finally sprung free.

With your eyes glittering at the swing of his delectably thick and long cock, you were captivated.

And effectively trapped.

It was as your hands reached to grab at the girthy base of his dick, your lips parting as you craved to begin suckling away at his tip for his seed that an unexpected sound had you freeze in place in sheer horror.

“You know, I don’t take too kindly to my sleep being interrupted, Queen Succubus.”

Immediately, your head snapped to the side, having to peek around his cock to look up at the pair of eyes that should have been shut tight.

Yet at the sight of glittering crystal blue, you gasped and instinctively prepared to dash back with the flutter of your wings.

The world’s strongest had other plans in mind, however.

“Where ya going~?”

As quickly as he spoke, he reached right for your shoulders and proceeded to hoist you up onto his lap, his muscled arms proceeding to lock around your body while his bare dick pressed right against the panties you were wearing.

And it was right as you were ensnared in his embrace that as your eyes blinked, you noticed that the lighting of his office had changed from the natural sunlight peeking from outside to a few warm glow light sources all while you felt your power wane considerably.

While your heart raced, you quickly glanced around to regain your bearings.

You were aghast.

This wasn’t his dream.

This was his apartment.

Your eyes widened.

The human world?!

Your body was as tense as could be. Even as the mightiest succubus, your powers couldn’t even begin to reach their full potential outside of your target’s dreams.

As your mind raced to think of a solution to your pressing dilemma, it was at the same time that Gojo proceeded to give your body a squeeze as he kept you locked within his arms, a teasing chuckle fluttering from his lips as he tilted his head to the side with a wink.

“So what do you think? The world’s strongest is the world’s biggest right~?”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as your lips curled with a snarl.

“Oh don’t you dare even begin to start–!”

You mustered every bit of your energy to break free within that instant–while you were out of his dreams, you were the only one amongst the both of you with wings after all.

Yet you couldn’t even muster a wiggle of your wings let alone the full breadth of a flap, what with Gojo’s arms keeping you still and secure within the confines of his embrace, seemingly oblivious at your attempt to escape all the while he began to muse out loud.

“Here I thought I’d finally get a full night’s rest.” A sigh left his lips, which soon puckered out into a pout. “I’ve been busy lately hunting down an old classmate of mine–someone who still owes me a lunch, mind you. It’s been so long since they were in town but they keep avoiding me.”

Your continued glare of incredulousness towards his incessant rambling didn’t deter his words–rather, it just encouraged him further as he grinned.

“Needless to say, I’ve been a little grumpier lately since the one person that I want to see apparently doesn’t want to see me.”

At this, you gave up on trying to escape with the power of your wings and instead tried to sharply pivot your weight in order to knock right against him, your voice venomously hissing out,

“Like I care about what you have to say! How could you have expected me, Gojo Satoru?!”

More amused than alarmed as you continued to attempt at shoving him down, he responded with a hum and a shrug, “Well Madame Succubus, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Japan is undergoing quite the decline in birth rate right now.” His eyes closed as he continued, a dreamy inflection lacing his words. “Usually spring is the time for fun sunny afternoon sex, but being handed stats from Yaga that people are doing it even less?”

As his eyelids shut, an idea quickly came to mind amidst your desperation to do anything to escape.

You were soon greeted by the sight of his crystal blue eyes quickly fluttering open once more as he declared, “Surely something was at hand!”

And it was at his last word that Gojo immediately reached behind to grab at your tail, which was preparing to strike its pointed end down into his thigh.

Relishing in the immediate irritation that struck across your features, he laughed triumphantly, “Not to mention–Nanamin was surprisingly drained of energy when I met up with him this morning. I take it that he had quite the lively dream the night before. I wonder why~”

It was then that you suddenly felt his index finger begin to twirl along your tail, coiling it around ever so slowly.

“On the subject of Nanamin though.”

You were startled to hear the humor in his voice drop right as he gave your tail a firm tug while the glint in his eye and the smirk on his lips only conveyed sheer wickedness.

“At the very least, if you’re targeting me, just be direct. Don’t you dare let other men distract you from your goal…!”

Upon his last word, Gojo proceeded to heave you down onto his bed, maintaining his hold around you while asserting his position right on top of your body.

The pressure was intensifying.

Pressure from the weight of his broad and chiseled physique that continued to anchor you down, pressure from the vice of his muscled arms that kept you caged, pressure from the heavy weight of his hard cock that pressed right against your body, pressure from the ungodly power that was just waiting to do something to you–if by some miracle you managed to knock him out so you could flee and rethink your plan, you were desperate to grab at the chance.

But for now, you just found yourself cast beneath his shadow as he hovered above you, his expression so frustratingly gleeful with pride as he cast his hand upon his chest with his bold declaration of,

“With this, I–Gojo Satoru–will take up the burden of saving Japan’s declining birth rate by besting the naughty succubus who’s been milking its fertility dry!”

You wondered if that sinking feeling you felt was your heart dropping or your body being pinned further down into his mattress by his toned build.

Still, while you knew the odds of somehow escaping were being stacked ever higher and higher against you, your pride would not allow you to falter before him. You were still queen after all!

“Besting how?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, the expression on your face as defiant as ever. “Exorcising a demon isn’t the same as a curse, you know!”

Gojo’s hands suddenly slammed down onto the mattress by both sides of your head.

You tensed.

He grinned.

“Oh but you see, I have a special technique reserved just for you–” He lifted his hand to instead bring his palm right below your jaw, gently cupping your chin while his crystal blue eyes gleamed ever brilliantly while they stared right into yours.

“–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

His tone was sweet in its inflection yet there was still a firm finality to each syllable uttered.

Before you had time to express your utter shock with so much as a gasp, you were silenced by his lips suddenly crashing down onto yours.

His tongue delved right into mouth, his hand maintained its grip on your jaw, his hips grinded against your own–he touched you with such command, from keeping your lips and your thighs parted for his access.

The fact that you were left in a bit of a daze when he eventually pulled away should have alarmed you immediately–the world’s strongest in both battle and in passion? This was a combination that you could not subject yourself to further.

And yet, as your kiss was broken upon him drawing back, he only smiled from ear to ear towards you.

“This is me being my usual kind self by the way~” It was then that his other hand moved to rest right below your stomach, where your womb tattoo was present. As his fingertips began to trace along the insignia on your skin, he continued, “Why don’t I break you free from this curse?”

His words helped you finally break out of the haze caused by his kiss, your response vicious as you snapped, “What are you blabbering about now? Me? Cursed? I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that the world’s strongest could also be the world’s stupidest!”

As you raved on and on, Gojo only smiled knowingly in response, even as his fingertips pressed further against your womb tattoo, his fingernails gently running over the edge of the mark as though it were a sticker that was in need of being peeled off.

“Guess that possession really did something to your memory, huh?”

Were it not for your boiling anger spilling forth, you would have noticed that there was a timbre to his voice that sounded rather disappointed, a tinge melancholy even. However, even if you had noticed the odd inflection, it wasn’t as though you were going to have much time to think about it anyway.

“Could you please try to make some sense you bastaRD–!”

What you noticed first was a sudden tearing sound that ripped through the air, soon followed by your entire body feeling the cool air of his room upon being fully exposed.

What you noticed next was the sudden hot heat of his cock slapping right down onto your wet core with a heavy thud.

You inhaled sharply, your gaze trailing down to see him begin to press and rub the blunt tip of his dick up and down the length of your slick folds. Though you shuddered from the sensation, you were torn at what was transpiring.

While you were getting what you plotted so desperately for. However, you were still at Gojo’s mercy so only god knows what was to happen from here.

“Come onnn~” Gojo goaded sweetly, tilting his head cutely from side to side with each word he spoke. “Do you want to be exorcised, or do you wanna get fucked? Exorcised or fucked?”

Prodding at the dripping entrance to your core, he continued on, catching and commanding your attention once more as he pouted.

“Hollow or full? Either way, I can do both…!”

And without sparing another moment, he proceeded to plunge his cock inside of you in one full smooth motion.

Both yours and his head soon threw back in pleasure, taking in the sensation of of being combined together at long last.

Though Gojo proceeded to set the tempo, working his way up to a brisk pace, your initial concerns were beginning to be at ease. While he had the upper hand for up until now–especially being in the human world–you were in your element and there was no way you could be bested by anybody!

He could tease you with his words, torment you with his touch, and threaten you with breeding all he’d like. The moment he unloaded his seed inside of you, victory would go to you—!

“Oi, where’s that attention of yours going, huh~?”

Gojo’s hips suddenly snapped right against yours, his cock pushing into you deeply, all while his fingers sought out your clit. Tight small circles rounded over the sensitive nub in tandem to the sudden vigorous pace of his thrusts.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Never have you squealed so shamelessly upon orgasming. You were here to conquer, not be ravaged!

And yet Gojo was in no mood to consider mercy. While you caught your breath, he went on to flip the both of you around, making it so you were made to straddle his hips. He kept his hands firmly on your waist to keep you still as he proceeded to hammer his cock up into your core from below.

Though you were currently above him physically, never have you felt more like a mere toy than at this very moment as you were directed to ride him at his desired tempo.

Chuckling at the expression of conflict and pleasure so clearly evident on your face, he mused, “Bratty as you are, you’re very beautiful, you know. I bet you captivated all your male classmates while in school~!”

And it was with one more pump of his hips up against yours just before he dragged you down to capture your lips with a kiss, keeping your mouths locked together as he pounded away up until you were left crying out with the surge of another orgasm.

While you slumped down against his chest in a sweaty heap, he only snickered as he scooped you up into his arms, eager to change positions with you once more.

The feast you craved was finally here.

You just didn’t anticipate for your meal to be served in this way.

His hands never once let go of you, always keeping a hold on your body to mold you as he desired with each new position he claimed you through.

At once, you were made to dangle up off the ground while he held you up high, his arms hooked beneath your thighs while his hands were clasped behind your head, your body left immobile as to continue subjecting your sopping core to his ravenous thrusts.

In another instance, this time with the two of you both resting on your knees in bed, Gojo grabbed and kept your arms pinned behind your back with one hand while he groped your breasts with the other, continuing on and on with spearing his cock into you from behind.

As you gasped and whined in delight, he gazed towards you with amusement, grinning cheekily as he brought his lips to your neck. “As I look at you, I think–no, I know a housewife life would suit you better than being such a naughty glutton~”

Giving your breasts another squeeze, he hummed, “What say you, darling? Let me conquer the Queen of the Succubi and you just give me cute kids to hold and tasty breast milk in return. That’s a fair trade, isn’t it?”

“To hell with that…!”

While your head snapped back to glare at him, what you received was yet another kiss from Gojo onto yours, his tongue happily diving right into your mouth. Speaking in-between sloppy kisses, he cheerfully quipped out, “I think a kid or two will help you calm down a bit!” just before rendering you senseless with another climax.

Though you were left to succumb further and further into ecstasy, it was not beyond you what he was doing.

With every orgasm he brought you to, he had yet to cum once.

Now, while Gojo Satoru was quite the outlandish and otherworldly man, he was still a man regardless.

You didn’t have to think further that he craved to spill every drop of his seed inside of you to make good on his promise to breed your womb.

But there was this idea, this feeling, this familiarity that above all else, he just simply and genuinely loved teasing you to your wits’ end most.

And on and on he did as the night went up until he had you bent over on your hands and knees with him hunched right over you from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of you with as little restraint as ever, his thick sturdy hips crashing against your ass with each punishing thrust. His lips falling by your ear once more, he spoke to you tauntingly, huskily,

“I wonder though, my dear succubus~ What will break first–this womb tattoo or you~?”

At that very instance, he then had one hand right on top of the mark upon your womb. While the warmth of his palm against your skin was as blissful of a sensation as ever, there was an alarming heat that was quickly emanating right against the very insignia that marked you as a succubus.

As you glanced down, you were utterly aghast at the sight, catching the faint blue glow of his powers being utilized. “You’re using–?! Cursed energy?!”

“Bingo!” Gojo chimed as he rewarded you by ravaging your core even further, angling his hips to ensure that he would hit the most sensitive spot within your depths. “That womb tattoo won’t be necessary when you’ll soon be committed to laying in bed with your one and only husband~! Lots of love making awaits you in the future, my lewd and lovely former succubus!”

Whether by his words or your physical endurance—either way, you were defeated.

Feeling your arms give way, you shivered joyously as you suddenly found yourself slumped on the bed, your ass still raised up in the air thanks to Gojo keeping one hand on your hip.

“In the meantime though–” He began, his voice still so pristine and cheerful as though he hadn’t spent all night devastating your body. “A man and a succubus–mating and fucking like animals. Don’t you find that just so amusing…?!”

Another smack rang out in the air, this time with his hand right across your ass.

Feeling the slick heat of your core tighten around his cock once again, he laughed deviously as he chanted, thrusting and spanking away, “That’s right–fall for me! Fall! Fall! Fall!”

At long last.

As you felt yourself become undone with pleasure, you were soon treated with smoldering, thick sticky heat as Gojo flooded your core with his seed.

A blessed sensation.

You were complete.

So enthralled with the pleasure of having him cum inside you at long last, you barely noticed another shift in your body right as Gojo drew his hand away from where your womb tattoo was.

Having been subject to his whims all night long, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you finally succumbed to exhaustion, your consciousness fading. Before you fully dozed off however, you felt Gojo kiss your forehead tenderly just before he murmured out,

“Defeating the Queen of the Succubi–I guess this makes me your king, right…?”

It was as he finished his sentence that he said another word.

A name.

One that you haven’t heard in so long but one that you knew deep within your heart was yours, all as you quickly drifted off to slumber.

Formerly teasing now fully tender, Gojo nuzzled your neck as he held you close, sighing with joy,

“From now on, the only man who you’ll spend your nights with, who will star in your sweet and wet dreams, who you’ll live your days out with is me–”

His lips found their way to yours for one more kiss.

“–just like we promised all those years ago.”

With you sleeping soundly in his arms, Gojo slowly dragged his hand along the small of your back in a soothing motion. While doing so, he peered down at your body. Seeing that your wings, your tail, and-most importantly of all—that accursed mark were gone at long last brought much relief to his features as he drew you even closer against his body, bringing his lips to your cheek.

Whenever it came time for you to wake up later, there would surely be a lot to explain.

For now, he was just glad that years of searching had finally been resolved.

All that was left was to make good on sworn promises and to simply never let you go ever again.

How he eagerly awaited that lunch date with you.

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LAIOS IS NEXT YEEEEEEHAW

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 1)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. This is the first part, I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 1.7k

"Well, this looks like a one-man job." Higuruma said, with his small gavel resting lazily on the side of his forehead. You were both seated at the backseat of a Jujutsu Tech's car, and Ijichi was driving.

"Oh, it sure is," you replied, "but you can't be going on solo missions until further notice. So you're stuck with me for the time being."

"Oh, no. I'm definitely not complaining of 'being stuck' with you." He replied, looking at you. "I just think that there's probably a better way of using such scarce resources, like jujutsu sorcerers. This parole should've been over already, that's my point. I already commited myself with atoning for my crimes and fight alongside Jujutsu High."

"Higuruma, it could be worse. You could've been executed." You said, as you put the side of your forehead on the car's window and closed your eyes. "The higher ups are awful like that, I know it firsthand. I just hope they'll all die or go to hell soon enough."

That caught his attention, and made a small bead of sweat appear in Ijichi's temple as he looked at you through the rearview mirror. "You have told me to have your issues with them, but never clarified what they were. I mean, you don't strike me as the type to do something that would render you at risk of getting a death sentence, or anything of the sort." Higuruma pondered, now curious. "So how would you know?"

"Oh, how would you know that about me, now? We've been working together for only three weeks, smart-ass" you said as you looked at him, scoffed and smiled. "If you behave today and I don't get bedridden for whatever reason, maybe I'll tell you over some drinks at HQ, since you're still on a leash. I will get us some beer, and we'll bash on the established power right under their roof. How's that sound?"

He smiled. "Fine. We have a deal. But I get pretty argumentative when I drink, just a heads-up."

You chuckled. "Wouldn't expect any less from you." Even if you were working alongside Higuruma for a short amount of time, you actually appreciated the guy's company — when he wasn't being a risky maniac on the battlefield —, and could totally get behind his disdain for Jujutsu High. You felt that way about them yourself, and with good reason.

After the bantering, you started to mentally go over the mission you were both assigned. 

Many women were going missing in an area of Shinjuku, Tokyo's red-light district, for the past few weeks. It wouldn't be something to be dealt by Jujutsu High if it weren't for the cursed energy traces left around the places these women were going missing from. The disappearances were undoubtedly due to cursed activity, so Higuruma and you were sent out to investigate.

"Ijichi, is there any indication this could be due to a curse user?" You asked.

"No, Ms. Why do you ask?"

You went over some pictures they had sent to you on your phone. "There is no blood, guts, or anything like that in any of these places. I mean, curses are often related to disappearances, sure, but it's not a very curse-like behavior to kidnap people in so many different places through such a large area."

"So a curse user with criminal intent is the most likely scenario?" Higuruma completed.

"Yes. It would make more sense. And considering the area of Kabukicho, it's possible these women..." Your stomach turned on itself before you could finish your sentence. You were all silent at that moment, for you all knew what that meant.

Higuruma sighed. "Yes, it makes sense."

"Oh. Hey, Ijichi, what is Nanami up to? Haven't seen him in some days." You asked. Since getting promoted to a Grade 1 sorcerer, you stopped going on missions with Nanami and were mostly taking on tasks alone until you were assigned to shepherd Higuruma. 

"He's actually working on another mission around Shinjuku too." Ijichi replied.

"Oh, he is?" The excitement in your voice was clear as day, as you said that with a smile. Higuruma looked at you seemingly a little dissatisfied, but said nothing.

"Yes. But he's on the opposite side of Shinjuku, currently."

"Oh." You deflated a little. "Well, drink night with the sorcerers is almost up the corner. See you both there, Ijichi."

He smiled as his face blushed slightly. "See you there."

You looked at Higuruma. "And I hope you're liberated from your leash soon enough, so you can join us too. I'd be happy to see you there."

He was a little surprised as he looked back at you. "Oh. Okay." Was all he managed to answer.

After 6 minutes, you arrived at your destination. The street was covered with signage and neon lights over the buildings, which were all crammed together, in a tight and claustrophobic pack. Since it was still afternoon, there was not much effervescence, given that this part of Shinjuku would become more lively during nighttime.

"Ijichi, we will go looking around to see if we find anything. When we do, I'll cast a veil myself, okay? Wait for us here." You told him, as you and Higuruma started to make your way down the street.

"So, we're looking for cursed energy traces that could lead us to our culprit?" Higuruma asked you.

"Precisely. Be it a curse or curse user, this was sloppy as hell. They left remains in every scene." You replied. "Shouldn't be so hard to track them down."

"Fine, then. Let's get this over with."

***

After some walking around, you both stood in the front of a building that seemed to have some cursed energy traces over the door. They were very faint, but were definitely there. The club was closed, and would only open after 6PM. 

"Well, do you want to look around while we wait for it?" You asked Higuruma.

"Anything to be out of headquarters. I thought I knew what being arrested felt like, but it's so much worse than I thought. Not having the freedom to come and go to places... It's dreadful." He replied, his body trembling unconsciously.

"Oh, really?" You said. "I thought you’d be used to that. I mean… You were a criminal defense lawyer."

He sighed. "Yes. But then I wasn't. It's a matter of will, you see, fighting a broken system from within." He put his gavel away, deducing you both wouldn't be facing any harm anytime soon. "There is no way to win a game when you're bound by the constraints of the game's unfair rules."

"Was breaking free worth it?" You asked.

***

When you were assigned Higuruma's case, to hunt him down, you were briefed on his situation. A curse user that was a lawyer and had awoken his abilities right after a trial, killing the prosecutor and the judge in the process. After that, he basically remained hidden for a few weeks before Jujutsu High located him. He expanded his domain on you and confiscated your cursed technique, but as you both started brawling, a curse attacked, lured in by the cursed energy you were both emanating. In a split second, you told Higuruma to run, and that you would face the grade 1 curse alone. You just felt, right then, that this man wasn't deserving of death. He had killed two people, of course, but nobody actually knew why that happened or even bothered to investigate it adequately. You wanted to hear what he had to say about it.

"You have no cursed technique anymore!" Higuruma shouted.

"Just fucking go! Run! I'll handle this!" You answered, charging to punch the curse with cursed energy. It had multiple arms, like a spider, and it took only one swing to send you all the way across the place, having you hit concrete and spit blood.

Shit. Higuruma felt it would be unfair to let you tackle this by yourself, with no cursed technique, after he was the one who removed it from you. He'd be indirectly responsible for your death, and this was completely different from fighting you and defeating you himself. This miniscule spark of morals coming back to him felt... Strange.

He took his gavel and proceeded to exorcize the curse as you watched mesmerized at how well this guy could fight in a such short amount of time. You texted Gojo asking for help without Higuruma noticing, because in that state, you wouldn't be much use defeating this man. After Higuruma was done, before he could leave, Gojo appeared, and you shouted for him not to kill the guy. Gojo knocked him out rather quickly, and you proceeded to explain everything that had happened, while also requesting his assistance to suspend Higuruma's sentence.

"He's strong. He exorcized this grade 1 curse without my help, and he awakened his abilities a week ago or so." You said. "I think this guy has potential. I talked to him, and he seems... misguided."

Gojo pondered for a moment with Higuruma over his shoulder. "Are you sure? I mean, he's the one that put you in this situation in the first place."

"I'm sure." You said. "Gojo, you saved me from the claws of the higher ups. They're arbitrary bigots, you know that. Please, trust me. Take this as a request from a friend." You felt indebted for that man, guilty or not, had just saved your life.

Gojo sighed and smiled at you, giving you a thumbs up. "I'll do my best. But you'll owe me another bag of kikufuku."

You smiled back at him. "Of course."

***

"I don't know." He answered earnestly, looking at you. "I'm still deciding while I atone for my crimes. After all, I left one broken system and ended up entangled in another. People seem to be terrible wherever I go."

You laughed. "Well, that's for sure."

"Aren't you going to try to dissuade me from that stance?" Higuruma asked. "That people are terrible?"

You scoffed. "Me? Hell no. We're a duo of cynical people. Can't promise to give you back any sense of ideal or anything of the sort. You'll have to find it for yourself."

He smiled at you. "You think of yourself in a curious way. I wouldn't say you're cynical." He replied.

"Oh, really? What am I, then?" You retorted.

At that moment, you heard two voices in the street around the corner. They were indistinguishable, but sounded female. You both approached quietly, and saw a woman in her late fifties, wearing a velvety crimson robe, guiding a lady — who must've been no more than over twenty-years-old — inside the building through a back door.

"Well, that was suspicious. That woman looked like a pimp" you said.

"You're someone that sees things for what they are" he concluded.

[riskyalt]

@anonymous-dentist's SPIDERBIT WEEK! Day 1 but a bit late cause I thought it started on a Monday not a Sunday, perdón😔 I used the prompt Coffee :]

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Cellbit's vision is undoubtedly, unfortunately, not holding up to the level of activity his brain seems to be promoting. It's in the haphazard scrambling with flung out thoughts and half-baked theories that only make sense if he squints where he realises this investigation is beginning it's downward arc. it's the restless yet consistent energy, like gears turning in time with each other in a way the mechanism isn't oiled for. He distantly recognises this as a symptom of his constant fatigue and insomnia, but did he really care?

He was on a roll though, and had been for the last however many hours. The surrounding world fades into something unimportant and small, an option appearing for him to render it into his conscious or not. His ear flicks, goggles long since strewn across the table's corner by the dried ink blot where his pens sit, and he thinks about how all he can fixate on is the computer screen and the keyboard his fingers dance across.

He would be remorseful, truly would be if the circumstances and stakes were different. He's sure he would regret that crick in his back, the pounding ache of his spinal chord, that knee-deep layer of quicksand his body is suddenly trapped under - he's positive complaints would flow out of his mouth just as willingly as he chooses to subject himself to this in the first place.

Though the stakes are far higher than merely a few pains and aches here and there blooming across his body - the weight of friend's lives rest on his mind, so might as well tough out however long this nightmare will last. After all, this is far from anything compared to where he grew up. He can handle this, easy.

Cramped fingers reach for a black coffee cup, painted to resemble the Ordo's eye on the front. He's pale, as reflected by his skin against the mug, but he doesn't bother to spend braincells trying to think about that, instead feeding off the jolt of consciousness at the cold of the ceramic against his palm. There's…a liquid sloshing about inside, strange looking and smelling, something he once claimed was 'coffee'.

To his defence, he thinks to himself as he scrunches his nose and lifts to take a sip, he's never been bad at making or rating coffee. In fact, he would dare to call himself an expert on the drink. It's his obsession, his hobby, to the point that Felps liked to joke that half his bloodstream is made up of the substance. He grimaces at the reminder.

Cellbit chugs the minimal amount left, robotically putting down the mug onto a worn coaster sitting on his right. He's just so over the effort it takes to make genuinely good coffee that's up to his critical standard - no doubt effort and energy that cannot be spent on something so meaningless right now. He has a job to do, and he better do it well.

His rosetted tail curls from where it's hanging off the wooden chair, he scratches at his leg with the heel of his shoe. Ah, but here he is, getting sidetracked and lost in the restraints of his own mind.

Again.

He needs to get himself together, urgently.

Fatigued and lifeless blue eyes, like shards of ice under moonlight haul themselves off the painted mug and back onto the piercing display of his monitor. The pixels must be seared into his gaze permanently, the light must haunt his visage after countless days spent down here with nothing but the device as his companion.

There's a document displayed, he knows because he opened it twenty minutes ago, yet his brain is uncooperative and doesn't allow him to read it properly. The effort of translating is sapping mental strength from reserves he doesn't have, and generally tonight was going great until his vision gave out right under his nose.

Well. Actually it had been going downhill for a long time now.

He squints at the paper-white colour of the backing, carefully tracing the black imprints of letters on the page. He thinks he can read what it's saying, but as soon as that thought forms it slips away from his hands like a fish flashing past in a fast moving stream.

His pen taps against the edge of his notebook, harsh ceiling light drilling a needle further into his aching cranium.

The islanders needs him. They do.

He'll allow himself to just wish, at the least, that he could get better coffee. Though Cellbit's wished a lot in his life, and he can confidently conclude it does jack all. Wishing on a lucky star won't bring His warm laugh back will it.

His entire body flinches and soul startles into the tangible when he hears the sound of an elevator working, hissing sound causing jarring spontaneous panic to slam against his chest.

His heart beats against his ribs as the first outline of said intruder appears, leaving Cellbit frozen down to his position from the chair.

Black hair, exercised, same height-

It's not…..it isn't…that thing. He hates how quickly his mind stills at the conclusion. He blinks.

Cellbit releases a large breath as the familiar almond light of Roier's eyes catch his. The ocelot's hand instinctively clutches his chest, shoulders loosening and tail relaxing as the Mexican steps out from the teletransporter and further into the light of his office. "Que susto porra!" He exclaims, feeding off panic that's no longer present simply to pester.

He marvels in how much lighter his body feels at the familiarity and normalness of Roier's presence. He's like a sun, and here Cellbit is soaking up the light.

"Perdón, perdón, no queria asustarte." Roier laughs, smiling, fondly. It's not the splitting ear to ear grin that the man usually easily sports, something more melancholic and weak present about it. There are bags under his eyes, something unusual about the way his subsidiary spider features are cracked open. The arachnid still has overalls on, the same ones that-

Cellbit smiles back, just as soft with no one but them in audience, all pretend fear forgotten. He leans back on his chair and takes his hands off the keyboard, waiting for Roier to gather himself and begin speaking. He's totally not admiring how pretty the man is under the light of his office. Nope. His ears perk up.

"I heard you were working yourself to death, and Forever is asleep, so I decided if I can't get you to stop I'll at least help. So, I brought this." Roier proudly presents- a…white mug? It's steaming, wonderful aroma of ground coffee beans emanating from the top as any questions he may have had slip right out of his grasp. Cellbit has already lost any remaining interest in even considering his computer screen. His vision goes crystal clear if only for the mug.

"Qué es?" He tries to put as much enthusiasm as he can cram into the words, watching the Mexican's features light up at Cellbit's curiosity as he places the steaming plain white mug on the coaster and removes the black one.

The Mexican's face scrunches in a manner the Brazilian can only describe as cute when he peers into the contents of the black mug. Naturally, the chanting in Cellbit's head is unanimously saying 'fofo' on loop. For the first time, he can't exactly disagree. He pointedly ignores the flutter in his stomach.

"Qué es esto wey? What are you drinking man! Parece cemento!?" Roier's half gloved hands wiggle the mug back and forth, brows furrowed as his gaze slides back to Cellbit's face. The Brazilian smothers a laugh and nods seriously. "Yeah, you know the machine ran out so…had to get some from outside. Quick snack." He shrugs innocently, watching Roier's mouth open and his extra eyes widen.

"QUÉ-" Cellbit begins to laugh at the comical reaction, cutting the Mexican off as he too snorts in return. "Pendejo." Roier mutters, before moving away from Cellbit's desk, taking the painted mug and placing it on the glass coffee table across. Cellbit wonders why he feels a pang of disappointment at the lost proximity.

Roier flops down on the couch opposite his desk, halfheartedly rubbing at his face. Cellbit's still smiling, he knows, because this position for his features to assume for this long is unnatural and foreign to him, yet he doesn't quite find it in him to care.

"Ok, culero, drink while it's hot, I'm tired." The comment is light hearted as Roier motions from his sprawled out position towards the mug sitting on the coaster, yet Cellbit feels there's more truth to that statement than the man is letting on. He can literally see the lines of fatigue traced on the once pure-spirited visage, but remorsefully he shuts out his detective brain. He doesn't want to overstep where he's not welcome, especially after what happened to the man's literal son. Later he'd have to check up on the guy, make sure there's at least something he can provide to ease that buried hurt.

Cellbit quickly shifts his attention down to the mug, and immediately gawks at it. He can hear Roier's satisfied smirk, but-

Not only does it smell angelic, there's marshmallows scattered on the top and what he can definitely tell is cinnamon powdered on. Oh what was he even doing before Roier came in again? He looks back at the arachnid, who's grinning proudly, and takes the mug into his hands.

"This…thank you guapito?" Cellbit stutters out. "You put cinnamon, great call, by the way." He compliments, feigning obliviousness at the way triumph shines in Roier's gaze.

"Obvio, it's the best way to do it. Anyone that doesn't agree is a pendejo." Cellbit chuckles in assent and goes in for a swing.

He's not directly looking at Roier, but he can tell the man is carefully observing his reaction. He tamps down a smile as a thought occurs to him. The mug is warm in his hands, and he's regretful to let go of it but places it back on the coaster anyway.

Clearly, it's some of the most heavily shit he's tasted in years, and the fact that he's schooled his expression into such neutrality is an achievement in of itself. The cinnamon sits just right on his tongue with the bitterness of no sugar and the mildest hint of milk in the background, making it all balance so perfectly and Cellbit might as well be dead on the spot with how much sticky, honey-like warmth drips in his chest.

"Like a six out of ten." Cellbit says casually, cracking his fingers with the most practiced look of neutrality plastered on his features.

"QUÉ? Nah culero, ya me voy en chinguiza. Si me odias tanto-"

"É uma brincadeira! Broma!" Cellbit cackles at the genuine ire drawn on Roier's face before it instantaneously fades as he observes the Brazilian's laughter.

"Desculpe, I had to do it." He laughs out, watching Roier roll his eyes and laugh into his hand. It's a welcome sound, something unfiltered and so casually Roier.

"Órale! If you don't hate me, rate it, Caffellbit."

"Caffellbit?" Cellbit quirks up an eyebrow, amused grin staying on his face. Roier only nods genuinely at him, arms laying crossed against his chest. Cellbit does not pause on the muscle there for more than one second. He doesn't.

"Well. The cinnamon works really well, and there's no sugar as far as I can tell which is usually something people hate but I really love," he begins, noting the open curiosity in that deep brown stare across him. "it's like, perfect. At least a nine. Genuinely caters to my tastes so well- wait."

He snaps his gaze back to Roier's eyes. "Did you talk to Pac..?"

"Si, I in fact did. Tengo que cuidarte como si fueras un bebé , no puedes hacer ni madres solo." Cellbit grumbles at the remark as Roier's eyes sparkle with mirth.

"Alright no I see how it is." Cellbit rolls his eyes pretending he doesn't feel heat rush to his cheeks at the simple way in which Roier says it.

All he can think of is warmth, warmth, warmth. And not just because of the mug sitting atop the coaster.

Warmth and a touch of cinnamon.

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A day late, once again sorry lmfaoo 😭. I really need more writing practice

[swaps55]

Mezzo - 10 - Jagged Lines

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Horizon.   Thank you so much to @sinvraal for being an amazing beta!

Chapter 10: Jagged Lines | Read on Ao3

11 December 2185, Omega Nebula, Sahrabarik System, Normandy SR-2

Shepard comes out of his briefing with the Illusive Man a different person than when he went in. Cold, brusque, locked on a target only he can see, like a grenade without a pin. Jacob takes up position on the far side of the conference room table. As if that will somehow minimize the splash damage.

“Seems like we got something,” Jacob observes, as Miranda, Dr. Solus, Vakarian, Massani, and even Jack file in and take up places around the table, where a projection of a planet Jacob isn’t familiar with rotates slowly. Only the krogan is missing.

“Colony in the Traverse lost comms an hour ago.” Shepard speaks into the comm. “Joker, I need a course laid in to get us to the Iera System in Shadow Sea. Right now.”

Jack leans a hip against the table, twirling a mote of dark energy through her fingers, about as far from Miranda as Jacob is from Shepard. If squad cohesion is the goal, Shepard’s got some work to do.

“Uh, that’s a tall order, sir. Iera isn’t exactly next door.”

“I don’t give a shit, Joker. Get me there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“EDI, I need everything you have on the planet Horizon.”

“Downloading requested information to shore party datapads.”   

Jacob flips on his own datapad and opens EDI’s freshly delivered file to do a quick skim. For several of the colony abductions, Freedom’s Progress included, comm failure had been the first sign of trouble. But by the time the silence had been noticed, attempts made to raise them, and scout ships deployed to investigate, they had been far too late to even see a collector, much less stop them.

The Illusive Man had set up monitoring programs for virtually every human colony in the Traverse. Seemed like a monumental amount of resources to spend on what amounted to looking for a needle in a haystack.

…Unless you actually find the needle.

“Long range scans from the Illusive Man don’t show anything in orbit,” Shepard goes on. “We’re going to do our damndest to get there before the collectors make their move.”

Pipe dream, Jacob thinks. He skims through the data. “Population’s over six hundred thousand. If this really is the collectors, it’s the largest colony they’ve hit yet. Could mean numbers.”

“We’ll adapt,” Shepard says flatly.

Miranda taps a nail against the conference room table. At the rate she speed reads, she’s probably already through most of the report. “It has to be the collectors. Human colony in the Traverse, independent from Alliance control. They’re a perfect target. This could be our chance to test the countermeasure and gather some intel on what they’re doing with these colonists.”

“And save more people from abduction,” Jacob prods.

“Of course.”

Solus paces back and forth from his spot beside Shepard, three paces each direction. “Countermeasure ready to be tested. However, if seeker swarm density exceeds test models—”

Shepard cuts him off with a scowl. “We’ll adapt.”

Jack folds her arms across her chest. She hasn’t touched her datapad. “What’ll they give us in a fight?”

“We know they have at least one ship capable of taking out a frigate without breaking a sweat,” Jacob replies. “As for the rest, guess we’re about to find out.”

Garrus swipes at the holo projection of Horizon on the conference table, the reticle of his visor flickering as he adjusts the HUD interface. A rendering of the main colony site map takes the place of the planet. He points a talon at something on the southeastern perimeter. It flashes red.

“Since when do independent human colonies have Alliance AA guns?”

Shepard’s iron gaze flicks away. “Since a few weeks ago, apparently.”

“Is Alliance on the ground?”

The gravity well does a somersault. Jacob’s eye twitches. Like nails on a chalkboard.

“Yes.”   

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[cringetownusa]

This was meant to be for mermay, but i do NOT have the energy or drive to finish any of the lighting or rendering, so instead there's some MerWarner ideas and a drabble under the cut for you. [commissions]

i was thinking that maybe their eggs got swept by a current and fell into a ditch, so when they hatched they didn't have anyone, so yakko learns what he can by watching fish and mermaid from kinda afar

learns how to like mermaid chirp from watching them, and how to speak by watching humans when he tries to go to the top of the water out of curiosity (he still very small at this point so nobody spots him) but he hatched first, and kinda just. took the other two eggs with him once his arms were big enough to hold them

(TINY eggs, so took him maybe a week)

when wakko hatched yakko worried he was doing something wrong because wakko would respond to things yakko said, but he never actually said anything much.

dot took a long time to hatch. she was the smallest, and she was a frail baby, and she couldn't swim on her own right out the gate so she would hold onto her brother's pinkies and they would try and get her to get enough strength to move her tail up and down enough the gain momentum she also grows a lot slower than her brothers wakko will probably catch up in a couple years dot will always just. be even smaller than another mermaid her age would normally be

--- ok second break

Drabble:

When the other egg took so much longer to hatch, Yakko had begun to worry.

He'd felt like he'd done something wrong, Wakko had hatched just fine as far as he knew, so he assumed the little egg would hatch not too long after; but it hadn't just taken a little longer. A lot longer, so much in fact, that Wakko was now big enough that when Yakko had gifted his little brother his old red cap, it fit comfortably on his head.

But still, nothing from the egg.

They both knew it was safe, the little one was ok, because there had been so many days where the tiny egg shook just ever so slightly, so many days where both brothers would rush to the egg, eager to greet their new sibling into their vast ocean world.

Despite their wishes, more time passed with no new sibling to greet.

They had begun to sleep in shifts to watch the egg. Wakko would curl his small body around the even smaller egg while he watched, and yakko would lay belly on sand of the cave and burble quietly at the creature before him.

It was on one of the nights where Wakko was watching when things finally changed. Just like usual, when the little egg shook, Yakko was awoken instantly by his brother tugging on his ear fins, pointing to the movement.

Just like usual, they both rushed back and watched on as their future sibling struggled at the walls of their home. After a couple minutes, both brothers assumed that nothing would come of it, that this would be another false alarm. But, the egg moved differently. It rolled slightly, like the little one in there was taking up all their energy to press their face against the shell wall.

Both brothers laid close to the ground, watching with rapt attention. The egg bulged ever so slightly, before a tiny split appeared, just a dot of red nose following after. It stilled, then the nose retreated. Yakko and Wakko looked at each other in disappointment after a moment, thinking this would be all they would see of their future kin today. Instead of stopping at that, however, the tiny form inside darted at the crack again, hitting with enough force that the entire soft shell rolled once, before running into the small hand of the eldest brother, finally releasing their new sibling.

Yakko beamed at his new little sister, then to Wakko, who looked at her with the exact same amount of awe.

Barely the size of his pinky, he came up with the name instantly, then helped her onto his pointer finger, leading her up to his eyes.

"Hello Dot."

[starry-nights-garden]

Wooyoung ✧ Blank Pages

✧ Ateez Wooyoung x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.3k ✧ genre: fluff, comfort, some humor, Jung Wooyoung being the perfect human he is ✧ warnings: none, (mentions of him running his hand through reader's hair)

Desc.: Writing is your passion, but sometimes things in life happen that render you unable to do so, leaving you feeling quite depressed as a result. And sometimes you’re lucky that you have someone on your side who manages to distract you from all those bad feelings. 

You’re sitting at the desk in your room, fingertips tracing the paper of your notebook and following the lines filled with words in your handwriting. A bittersweet smile sits on your lips as you reread your own stories and poems, written mostly in black or blue ink. The very first pieces in this book must be well over a year old, while the last one was written probably a month ago. It was the last thing you’ve written, actually. Because ever since then you’ve been facing some heavy writer’s block, probably caused by the stress that some unlucky circumstances have been inflicting on you ever since around that time. You remember the way you felt like you had to squeeze the words out of your hands, in order for them to flow onto the paper, and the exhaustion that overcame you afterwards was new. Sure, writing requires some brain juice and energy, but usually it’s more of a content, rewarding feeling you get after you finish a piece. However, this time it was different, and ever since then you’ve found yourself unable to write more than a few words, and even those come with a disproportionate amount of exhaustion. 

Of course it makes you sad, though you’re trying to accept that you just need to be patient and wait for things to get better, so your mind will be less clouded and your heart won’t feel so heavy all the time. Still, you love writing, and the urge to write is growing stronger each day, even though everytime you sit down to actually do it, you run into the same walls you always do recently, and in the end you have to admit defeat against the empty paper. Caught up in your thoughts, you let out a long breath.

“Why are you sighing so much again?” A voice suddenly resounds behind you, followed by footsteps leading to where you’re sitting. You have been so sunken into your worries that you must not have heard your boyfriend, who has just placed one hand onto the backrest of your chair and is now peeking over your shoulder after entering your room. “You’re writing?” Wooyoung guesses, but he corrects himself as he quickly assesses the situation. “Trying to?”

“Just reading my old stuff,” you retort, followed by a bitter laugh. “I feel like even just picking up a pen these days requires way too much effort…” He remains silent for a while. You’ve talked about this with him before, so it’s not like you need to thoroughly explain how you feel or why you feel like that. You know he understands, and that there isn’t really anything he can say to help you with this. Still, he makes you look up at him by pressing a short kiss onto your temple, and you watch as he moves to the right side of the desk, crouching down not far from you. He puts his hands on the wooden surface, and between them his chin, resting his head there as he glances up at your face. 

“Once upon a time… write that!” he suddenly urges you on, shooting your pens a look, and then another one when you don’t immediately follow his instructions, this time with more emphasis. 

“What are you even trying to achieve…?” you ask, and though you can somehow imagine what the answer will be - and also that his plan isn’t going to work - you still can’t help but smile at the way he’s making an effort for your sake. 

“Just do what I say!!” he answers. “Trust me.” 

“Fine…” you mumble, reaching out for a random pen and turning to an empty page. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, but Wooyoung doesn’t let himself be bothered by you already losing faith.

“Once upon a time, there was a handsome- no, a super handsome!!! young man, who…” You cut him off.

“I’m not writing a story about you,” you complain, shooting him a half strict, half amused glance.

“Why would it be about me?!” an enraged Wooyoung throws back, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t describe yourself as a super handsome young man?”

“No-. I-… fine, maybe it was supposed to be about me,” he eventually admits. “Can’t you write stories about your boyfriend once in a while?” he adds, whining.

“I already wrote a lot about you-”

“A few things!! And never the stuff I suggest!” he keeps complaining, the playful sparkle in his eyes only growing with each exchange of words between you two.

“Well, writing about a spaghetti-hero is ridiculous… what even is that supposed to be? I still don’t get it,” you laugh. “A superhero who cooks really delicious spaghetti? Or-”

“His beams are made of spaghetti! The ones he shoots - like this!” Wooyoung gets up, posing like spiderman when he’s about to shoot his spiderwebs at something, accompanied by sound effects produced by himself. “But also,” he leans against the desk now, “I was half asleep and kinda drunk when I said that. Don’t use the weird things I say!”

“Alright,” you answer. “But what you suggested right now is weird too.”

“Oh, you think it’s weird that you’re dating a super handsome guy?” He already has his next comeback ready, and though he’s trying to look offended, he can’t keep his face from forming a childlike grin any longer, which in turn makes you let out a short laugh too. Before you can respond, he suddenly points at you, exclaiming, “But it cheered you up, didn’t it?”

“I guess…” you say through a smile, before you set down the pen and get up to wrap your arms around his body. Even despite the happiness he sparked deep in your chest, your shoulders feel heavy, and you’re thankful when he returns the embrace and holds you close, so you don’t have to support your entire weight by yourself. “It’s okay,” you mumble with your face hidden in his chest. “I don’t have the capacities to write these days. I’ll just have to wait until things pass…” He brings one of his hands up to your head, combing his fingers through your hair carefully, before his lips meet your forehead. This time he drags the kiss out for a bit, letting his touch linger on your skin. 

“I know…” he says, and you can clearly tell the way he swallows a “but”. Instead of expressing how sorry he feels for you and how much he hates seeing you like this, he goes for words more helpful than that. “Let’s do something together then,” he suggests, taking a step to the side and putting one arm around your waist. “We can make dinner together, or watch something if you’re too tired for that.” To be quite honest with yourself, you’re too tired for either of those, but at the same time you know he has a million ways to cheer you up and to charge your exhausted batteries with some power, so you nod.

“Dinner sounds good,” you say, and he walks you out of your room, giving you a little push on the back in the process. Just from that gesture alone you feel fresh energy running through your veins, and you add, “What do you wanna make?”

“…Spaghetti?” Wooyoung suggests after thinking for a moment, and you laugh. 

“So long as you don’t do anything stupid with them…” As if that was his cue, he lets go of you and jumps a few steps back, pretending to shoot spaghetti-beams against the walls of your apartment. The ridiculous scene unfolding right in front of your eyes causes you to burst out laughing. 

“Like this?” he questions.

“Yes. Please don’t do that,” you plead, and he gives you a serious look, pretending to think for a while. Eventually, he seems to have reached a conclusion as his expression returns to a playful smile and he grabs your hand.

“Alright. But only if I get a kiss!” he demands, and you have to chuckle once again.

“I think that can be arranged,” you mumble in response as you reach out to put your arms around his shoulders, and you draw closer to him. 

[herotome]

Finally-official-devlog #112

Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.

Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-

This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭

On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:

And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--

Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~

And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?

Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...

Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.

Here's a still of the effect btw:

Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!

Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.

I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).

I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).

I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.

Here's yet another gif of icons in action...

Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.

Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...

... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?

This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:

Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!

The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.

Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...

And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.

And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:

vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"

...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...

down to these lines, to make my future life easier:

default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]

text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"

Two!!! lines!!!!!

🎊

Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!

...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.

PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!

Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!

ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,

wudge (again)

[shanaraharlyah]

Whatever It Takes

Setting: Dragon Age Inquisition Trespasser

Pairing: Cassandra Pentagast x Hellendil Lavellan

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Dismemberment

Word Count: 952

A short blurb to go with the included renders of my third Inquisitor, Hellendil, and his chosen love interest, Cassandra (boy truly has a hard time making decisions on things, relationships included). Set during the Trespasser DLC in between ending scenes. Contains spoilers if you haven't completed the DLC.

Down on one knee before the towering eluvian, Hellendil clutches his staff, fighting to keep himself upright. He wishes he could follow Solas through the mirror and convince him to stop, but he's just too weak. The anchor has taken its toll and even though it is gone now, he needs a moment to regain his strength. He knows Solas will be long gone by the time he recovers enough to follow. The ancient elf knew exactly where each of these eluvians led and how they worked. He will be impossible to track. The inquisitor takes a deep breath. And another.

Whatever spell Solas used to sever his arm and prevent the anchor from killing him had also cauterized the wound. What remains of his arm continues to throb, only a small amount of blood still oozing and dripping onto the stone slabs of the ancient ruin. He lets out a sigh and summons his strength to pull himself up. Using his staff for support, he cautiously descends the stairs, weaving his way around the petrified qunari. He flinches as he passes the first one, the wound still fresh. Before reaching the inner sanctum, he was forced to take down The Iron Bull, who remained loyal to the Ben-Hassrath and turned on him and his companions.

He wonders just how many mistakes and ill- advised choices he'd made over the course of the last three years. His heart aches at the thought. Maybe the Arl was right. Maybe the Inquisition should be disbanded. But he didn't want to make that choice alone. Especially after everything that's happened the last few days. He needed time to think and someone to talk to.

When he reaches the landing, he looks up at the eluvian that will take him back to his friends, his energy nearly spent. As he pushes on through the archway, he drops the staff and grasps the frame of the mirror to keep himself from falling. He groans and grits his teeth as the impact jars his injured arm.

Across the courtyard, his companions hear the scuffle and groan, and look in his direction. "Hellendil!" Cassandra gasps, and quickly closes the distance between them.

At the sound of her approach, he lets go of the eluvian and stumbles into her arms, clinging to her as if he thought he would never see her again. She holds him close as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. "Maker! What happened!?" she whispers, the concern in her voice undeniable.

"I couldn't stop him," he replies, his brow furrowed with pain and disappointment that he couldn't convince the man he'd called friend to abandon his quest.

Cassandra lowers him to the ground and kneels beside him, gently squeezing his thigh. "He did this to you?"

He reaches for her and squeezes her arm, while catching her gaze, "He prevented the anchor from killing me. You have me now for as long as it takes for him to institute his plan, unless we can find a way to stop him." He pauses, knowing how the information he's about to share will sound. There is a pleading look in his eyes as he continues, "They are real, Cassandra. The elven gods are real, and Solas is one of them."

She tries to suppress an incredulous look, but fails. "You are weak and delusional. We must get you back to the Winter Palace and a healer."

"You're right. I do need to see a healer, but this is the truth, Cassandra." His hand moves to cup her cheek while his thumb ghosts over her cheek bone. He loves her dearly, but he knows her devotion to the Maker is making it hard for her to fathom the truth he's revealing. "I've collected enough information here and at the Temple of Mythal to prove it. They weren't some abstract concept, beings above and beyond us, but real people who our ancestors devoted themselves to. Solas was one and he intends to attempt to restore the world to what it was before he bound his fellows. These ruins, temples were built by his followers. You've seen the information we've uncovered here. It's not a trick or a fairy tale.

"Whether you believe me or not, we need to find a way to stop him or convince him to stop before he destroys this world. The anchor. It's what he used millenia ago to separate the fade from the waking world. He's going to use it to tear down the veil. If the breach is any indication of what will happen, the entire world will be thrown into chaos."

Shock is written across her face at this revelation. When she recovers, Cassandra studies his face. She can see that he is both physically and emotionally drained from everything they've been through these past few days. And that he's not lying. She doesn't know how to process what he's told her. She reaches for him, caressing his cheek. He leans into her touch and kisses her palm. Her stoic look melts and she embraces him, fingers curling in his long locks. "I don't know what all of this means, but I am with you. Whatever Solas is, we can't let him succeed. Whatever it takes."

A soft smile brightens his face as he pulls her closer, no small feat considering the armor she's wearing and his weakened state.  “Whatever it takes,” he echoes, his resolve bolstered by her support.  He inhales sharply and allows himself to rest there in her arms.  They will need to get moving soon, but right now he needed a moment to breathe and take comfort in his beloved’s strength.

[starlightshadowsworld]

The New Hopper Part 6

"Guess I can’t play pinball for a while" sighed Vance.

He was staring at the bandage around his knuckles and trying and failing to keep himself from feeling ashamed. It wasn’t like it was the first time this had happened. All the boys had moments when they were seemingly transported to the past, stripped off their new identity and rendered scared teenagers in that damned basement. "I dunno, I’ve seen you play with worse." Said Finney and Vance chuckled despite himself. He knew exactly what Finney was referring too.

"I only did that cause my high score was in danger of being being beaten. I had to defend my honour." Vance argued as Finney shook his head amused. They were both sat on a sofa in Hoppers teeny living room, practically squished together but it was a comfort to them both. 

It taken a while for Vance to come back into himself. It had taken even longer for him to make it out the basement, all his energy sapped from him and even now he seemed tired. But none of the boys slept well when this happened, too afraid to close their eyes and return to the Grabbers lair. And Vance was no exception, he had relaxed but his fears laid right below the surface. 

He hadn’t let go of Finney since he’d helped him out from under the bed.

He hadn’t let anyone else bandage his hand. 

"Who’s defending whose honour?" Asked Robin, walking in followed by El and Hopper. She looked at Vance and somehow silently asked if it was okay for them all to join him. Vance nodded and was surprised to see that they were all carrying mugs of hot chocolate. Robin placed his and Finney’s in front of them and sat beside them both.

"Vance said he can’t play pinball for a while now. Even though I remember him showing up in crutches and a broken wrist once to go ‘defend his high score.’ And then beat up the kid that dared challenge him." Explained Finney expertly avoiding a swat from Vance as he did so.

"And I said it was a matter of importance" grumbled Vance. "What’s pinball?" Asked El and Finney wishes he had a camera to capture the look on Vance’s face. He’d never seen his friend so speechless in his life before lighting up like a firework and explaining in a surprising amount of detail to his cousin the epic highs and lows of pinball. 

For her part El seemed very confused but also intrigued. It probably helped that this was the most excited Vance had been since leaving the Byers house. Even Hopper was paying close attention, a small smile on his face at getting to hear Vance talk about something he was passionate about.

"Please tell me this place has a pinball machine" asked Vance once he was done. "I think there’s one at the arcade but I don’t think anyone uses it much" said Robin making Vance grin wickedly. "Then once my hand is in back in perfect shape I’ll show you the ropes kid."

El smiled "I would like that, thank you" she wasn’t sure what ropes were involved but if it made her cousin happy she would learn. "Well as nice as that is, for now you have gotta go to bed" said Hopper, El pouted but she was very tired from everything that happened. And she could tell Vance was too so she reluctantly agreed and bid everyone.

"I’ll be off too. Im guessing none of you are up to addressing this today" said Hopper looking at Vance who froze at the thought. 

He would rather never talk about any of this at all. But Vance knew he couldn’t avoid it forever, at least he didn’t have to deal with it for now. Hopper nodded, not needing to Vance to say his answer since it was clear on his face. "Right, well if you need me you know where you are. There’s no way you’re sleeping down there, the sofa’s not the best place to sleep but we can switch it for tonight." Said Hopper, unfortunately there weren’t much options.

" Vance could stay with me. Until the living room gets sorted out" said Finney thought it definitely felt like a statement than a suggestion. There was no way in hell that Finney was letting Vance in a place he felt so uncomfortable in and his house was already too big. And if he couldn’t bare the idea of leaving Vance alone right now that was their business alone. "Are you sure?" It broke Finney’s heart to hear Vance so unsure. It was just another reminder that his friend was not okay and it only filled Finney further to give him somewhere else to escape.

Vance might be playing it strong right now but he was hurting and it was plain for all to see.  Hopper considered the idea before agreeing. Vance clearly need some time away and while Hopper was worried about leaving his nephew go out, Hopper trusted that he was in the best of hands right now. "Alright if Vance is alright with it" Vance immediately agreed and it didn’t take long before Finney and Robin had grabbed his things for the night.

"I’ll call you guys tomorrow morning, try not to be up too late" said Hopper with a lecture that was incredibly heart hearted. "We won’t, thanks Hop" said Finney, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at Hopper for what happened. It wasn’t like he knew what damage it would do to leave Vance in the basement. The whole evening Hopper had been listening carefully and trying to keep Vance feel safe in his home. Finney knew Hopper would never have tried to hurt Vance like this and he was sure that deep down Vance didn’t blame him either. He awkwardly said goodnight to his uncle and piled into Finney’s car with Finney and Robin. 

Other than some music the drive to Finney’s was in silence. 

It was then only than did Vance fall asleep in the car. His battle in keeping awake lost as the music and the relaxing atmosphere lulled him fast asleep. Finney just hoped it would stay like this for a while. He remembered days full of sleeping eyes when none of them could sleep and they’d get only the smallest fragments of time away from their nightmares could have them peace.

Finney stopped as he got to his house, he hated that Vance couldn’t get peace even now. How long would it be until those events would let them all feel peace again? When would Finney have to stop watching his friends fall into the grasp of memories, of watching himself lose himself to the horrors of both of his identities. Robin gently squeezed his hand, reminding him that maybe he didn’t know but at least he wouldn’t have to to do it alone.

And that was more than Finney could ask for as Finney Blake and Steve Harrington. The two of them managed to get Vance inside and all curled up in Finney’s giant bed. It reminded Finney of being back after everything, curled up with the rest of the boys and Vance for any sort of comfort. 

He bid goodnight to Robin and held his friends in his arms, hoping he could feel that same comfort he had before. 

[2af-afterdark]

I might reveal myself and send in some drawings when I feel a little braver...I'm a little shy, but I'll try my best to gather some courage to maybe render the outfit digitally before sending it in. But I can give some of my ideas here right now.(and also because I'm not 100% satisfied with the current outfit design...)

I tried to keep it vague but also have enough detail that it makes some sense(I'm also very bad at explanation...), but it might not so I'll answer any possible questions.(also I'm not a writer so it may suck...👉👈)

P.S. its a lot longer than I expected

In my version, instead of MC just suddenly get revealed that they've became God, they have to go through a process, where after they break the last contract, they starts to feel more fatigued than usual, and no amount of devil or human energy can give them their energy back. The Seraphim haven't been in the way for the last few weeks and something happened (I don't exactly have a solid reason yet) leading to all of the angels fill the sky, maybe they want to end everything all at once, hence the reason why they've been away to restore their number, train and such. This is also when MC is back by Satan's side in Gehenna, but they haven't chosen a king yet.

Then when the Seraphim descend from heaven, the closer they are to hell the more they can sense a Godly aura around, causing them to panic and look around frantically, when the Seraphim laid eyes on MC, all three froze since they can see that MC is the one radiating said aura. Giving them an entirely different goal, "Save God" basically. And the dynamic of the angels I used are based on your way of including them, so Gabriel is the main pursuer of MC. Then things happened, Gabriel disappeared, leaving Michael and Raphael to fight against, Satan, Belial, Astaroth and Sitri, while Ppyong, Paimon(he's carrying MC, bridal style), Leraye and Zagan protect and try to bring MC into a neighboring country to get more protection while they wait for further reinforcements. But the amount of angels overwhelmed them so Paimon has to put MC down but not before making sure that they're somewhat at a dead end so no one could ambush them from behind. After Paimon put MC down and started firing away, Gabriel appeared and flew straight at MC, none of the devil could shoot at him since his angel underlings are taking hits for him, so in one fell swoop he snatches MC and just started to fly up, making eye contact with Michael and Raphael signaling it's time to retreat, while MC make eye contact with Satan. Satan's anger fell as fear struck his heart. (My MC is a bit of a softer MC, so she just smiles and mouthed 'I will be fine' at Satan to reassure him that she'll survive, but he doesn't seem to be taking in none of that.) The other two Seraphim maneuver around Satan and his subordinates to return to the sky to retreat.

MC faint as they ascend to the sky and when they wake up the Seraphim are just staring at them. Then Gabriel mention about Devil and Human Energy, and how MC would need Angel Energy in heaven, so we had to fuck him. Then a few more days goes by and we fucked Michael and Raphael as well(hate fucking if you will). After a week up there MC just get encased by a cocoon of some kind, starting their "reborn into a God" stage. While they sleep in the cocoon, the devils came up with ideas to invade heaven and sensing the threat, Gabriel brought cocooned MC to the original God's "throne room"(Idk why I imagine he have one, but he have one) since its a little far from the main angel land, he think it should be safe. So when the day come where hell invade heaven, while the 72 devils rage war upon the lower rank angels, the 7 kings go searching for MC.

Something happens that lead the three Seraphim to guard cocooned MC and something lead the kings toward the throne room, making a 7v3 situation but before anything can happen, the cocoon cracks and crumble to reveal MC in a new outfit but with no extra addition or changes(I was planning on adding half and half wings, as well as a decorated halo and horns but I felt like that's too much, so I stuck with the simple designs of God we can see), who's kinda waking up, after the cocoon is completely off of MC and they're completely awake, they just wanted to end the war as quick as possible so they just hurriedly demand both the Seraph and kings to go out and stop the battles. Even though Michael and Raphael still have doubts, they follow MC's command anyways since they're outnumbered if they try to argue.

After the war ended, MC learns to move and create materials to rebuild any broken down houses n such. And while they're at that, they also tried building a whole court room for the judgement of the angels so that all of the devils that have suffered from the angel's actions could give their ideas, but in order to save their pretty asses, the devils can't kill the Seraphs, since they are needed to keep the human world in balance, because MC was tasked(during their time in the cocoon, a mysterious force gave them some tasks that they must do as the new God) with reviving or creating 2 more Seraphs to restore the amount to original. (My MC forgive the angels for trying to kill her several times, but did not forgive them for hurting and killing the people around her) so the final decision was sealed and the Seraphim have to serve their punishment for quite some time.

And that's all I have for now, I hope it wasn't hard to read (*´∇｀*)

You're good. I followed it.

I love that you made your own story inside the god!mc au! Honestly, I have one too, but I am still developing it based on what we learn about the angels (like, Raphael is way nicer to MC than Michael or Gabriel which is not what I expected at all).

But, ummm, 🦩anon send me their art off anon and I just post it without putting their name on it. You could do the same? Or I could just reply to you privately if you want? Honestly, we can do whatever you want (if you want to do anything at all).

I'm just a greedy little thing that wants to see what people make >w>

[honeeslust]

Satoru Gojo | the comeback

🔞‼️🔞‼️🔞NSFW SLOW BURN‼️🔞‼️🔞‼️

We’ve all seen and heard but I won’t say anything. Just read the story man, damn. 🫠🫠🫠

You’re all he wanted to see as soon as he was released from the prison box!!

As I approach your door, I'm on edge not knowing what you'll be feeling, what you might think, or even if you'd want to see me after all this time. I don't know if I'll be ready for that reality.

"I hope it's not too late" I mutter to myself and push the button on the ring.  A few moments go by before your voice fills the silence.

"Whoever you are, it ain't funny! Get the fuck on."

I can't help but laugh. Your voice sounds so small and a little distorted coming out of the speaker.

I lean forward looking into the lense. "Cmon love, you know a curse wouldn't show up on a camera."

"I'm not buying it! Seriously I'm not in the mood, now get the hell away from my door!"

I smile and shake my head. You've never been one to put up with the bull shit. I shuffle back a couple of steps sizing up the distance to your window from the ground. It'll be easy but it probably won't look too good having a tall blindfolded man climbing up the side of your building.

Ahh fuck it. I'm not going to be able to leave here until I see you. I walk over across the grass and take a glance over my shoulder before I bound off the ground and catch the railing. I pull myself up and hoist my legs over the side. Easy. I peer inside seeing nothing but a cluttered bedroom and a dark hallway just beyond that. I rap at the glass a couple of times and wait anxiously. Finally, you appear at the far end of the hall and make your way toward the room.

You notice me awkwardly peeking inside, but you don't seem startled or upset. Your eyes probe over me suspiciously and my heart knocks in my chest as you hesitantly approach the sliding door. You pause just as you reach for the handle with trembling fingers and stand before me, moon-eyed and struck silent on the other side of the glass.

Your brows knit together as the confusion plays on your face. To my relief, the door slides open and you step out onto the balcony. As much as I had dreamt of this moment, I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the notion that there isn't a single word that could describe how much I've missed you. The air between us feels thick with static and I f it weren't for the distant echoes of the city night, you'd probably hear my heart thrumming hard in my chest.

You're just as breathtaking as ever. I look you over, soaking in the shifting energy residing around you. Even though you you have no cursed energy, I can still sense the warmth of your aura vibrating high around you, burning in a bright fiery orange just like your eyes whenever you used to smile at me. Residuals of tension splice through the warmth as you step out onto the balcony keeping a cautious distance. Your almond eyes fixate on me while you more than likely contemplate the reality of the situation.

"Gojo? Is this for real? I— what is this?"

As I'm hearing the hurt in your voice, I'm rendered speechless. No amount of words could ever make it right. I pull my blindfold off and close the distance between us. Your brow creases and tears begin to flood your eyes as you look up at me.

"Oh my God. Is it....?"

A pained sob chokes out of you before you can finish and I immediately enclose you in my arms. I can't bear seeing you cry.

"It's me love, it's really me." I avow as I rest my chin on the top of your head. I squeeze you tight as you sob gently into my chest.

"Don't cry love, please don't. I mean I get it, it's me after all." I tease trying to hold back a few unexpected tears of my own.

You hit me with a sharp jab to my side and lean against me in my arms. You bring your hands up to my face and your palms rest on either side as you look up at me. Your tears are still flowing from your eyes but your sweet smile beams serenely at me, melting my heart completely.

"I missed you so bad Gojo. How are you here? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be..."

"You really have to ask me why?" You shoot me an appraising look and shake your head at me.

We head inside and spend hours talking on the couch. We fall right back into our old playful ways, for an instant, and for only an instant, I forget my time away. I sit here across from you, contentedly listening to you speak. Admiring everything about you, your filthy sailor's mouth, the way you get so animated telling your stories and talking with your hands. All the little things that I love about you, it almost feels like I'm getting to fall for you all over again.

Not long into our conversation, it gets a little harder to focus on what you're saying. I can't stop admiring you, your beautiful body. I like being able to just take in the sight of you after all this time. I'm especially in love with the way your top fits snugly across your chest leaving the soft swell of your breasts visible. I lick my lips thinking of how I want to trace my tongue across there as soon as I get the chance. Damn! My eyes travel down to those those gorgeous hips in those shorts that hug them perfectly. I think about the bruises I know I'm going to leave on those heavy thighs as soon as you let me between your legs. You're just so damn enticing. You drag me back to the now when you stand and make your way to the kitchen.

Do you need anything?" Your fingers brush my shoulder as you walk by me. I know it wasn't a loaded question but the tone in your voice is all too familiar to me so, I make my move.

I stride right up behind you and press my body against you.  I brush my lips against your ear and whisper to you,

"What are you offering?"

"I can't stand you." You turn to face me and throw a playful jab my way. I catch your fist in my hand and pin it behind your back. Slip my fingers under your shirt I tickle the little spot on your side making you try and flinch away.

"Stop playin' Satoru."

Your giggling is sounding so sweet, and then there's the way you say my name knowing it makes me want to do it more.

"If you keep looking at me like that..." I pull you closer to me, lifting your chin so I can kiss your lips. "...with those eyes that scream fuck me ..." I tilt my head and kiss you again. "...we're definitely gonna play. I could eat you up right here baby. "

I kiss you harder, savoring every suckle to your gorgeous mouth. I glide my finger over the soft skin along the edge of your jaw. "You don't know how much I missed playing with your body. Teasing you until you begged me with tears in your eyes."

You come undone in my arms in an instant we're a tangle of lips and tongue. I hold you tight, wanting to keep you close to me a little scared of letting go. I lose myself in kissing you while your fingers slide through my hair tugging hard as you stand up on your toes to kiss me harder.  I take you into my arms and lift you off of your feet and your legs wrap tight around me. I take a few steps forward to press you against the wall. Kissing you deeper, letting my love and desire unfurl over you.

Your head tilts to the side, exposing your neck.  I suck gently. leaving a trail of flushed skin. I can feel your energy flowing through me with every kiss tapping into my psyche. I whisper everything I want to do to you while you cling to me, starved for my touch.

I press myself harder against you and slip my hands underneath your pajama shorts.  I wrap them around the soft fleshy parts of your hips and the warmth of your skin gives me goosebumps. You gasp at my every touch like it's the first time that you're feeling my hands caress your body.  My fingertips dig into your skin as I cup your ass in my hands feeling that it's a little heavier now. My heart patters in my chest when glimpses of your ass bouncing against my hips invade my mind making my dick press hard against my jeans. I push it against you so you can feel just how much you affect me.

I break from our kiss and pull back just enough to see your face. Your eyes grow wild with desire ad you grab onto my shoulders and shift your hips toward me. You're begging me. You're needy now. Desperate even, and I fucking love it.

"You don't know what you do to me?" I mumble against your skin, "I just want to kiss all of you." I kiss down your neck again, then across your collarbone.

"God, I couldn't wait to do this..." I mold my hand around your breast and glide my tongue slow and steady right over the rounded swell and your back arches from the wall. 

"Oh my god,  I missed you. I miss you so much Satoru." You whine to me with your eyes full of desperation.

"Yess, you know how much I love the sound of you. Tell me again baby." My tongue dances over your flesh and you cry out.

"Ahh fuck Toru, please don't stop, I needed this, I've need you..."

The sounds you're making resonate deeply. My already stiff member keeps twitching the more you give yourself over to me, needing me just as badly as I need you.

"I've missed every little thing about you" I mutter between kisses. I slide the straps of your shirt down over your shoulders freeing your tits. They spill free, so milky and soft.  I muzzle my face right into your chest as you push them into my face. I breathe you in like the fresh air that you are.

"Your smell so good, Hmmmm...."

I pass my tongue across your nipple, then back again. A surprised moan falls from your lips as you cling to me. I suckle and I nip, teasing you just the way you like and your nails dig into my shoulders. I want to make you cum just like this, right here.  I set you down and put my hand between your legs.

"....Mmmm, I love how wet you get for me..."

"Oh my god, don't tease me, hasn't it been too long? I need you now, please, Toru, please?" I love the way you plead so desperately for me. It's too good for me to stop now.

"Keep begging me sweetheart. You know I can't help it. You take it so well..." I tease.

Your jaw falls open and your eyes roll back when I cup my hand between your legs and put pressure on your clit. I start to slide my fingers back and forth, teasing your pussy and making you tremble in my grasp. I slip your shorts to the side and slide two fingers along the delicate crevice.

"Mmhmm. Ahh you're fucking gushing for me."

I duck my head and take your nipple into my mouth, simultaneously easing my fingers in small circles against your clit, teasing the center. Your entire body tenses and your legs start to give. You claw at my shoulders and I can feel the first wave of release rolling through your body as my name pours from your lips dripping with

so much lust.

"Yes baby, feel it...."

I switch to the other side and graze your nipple with my teeth. I suck gently at the tender bit and tease a little more with the tip of my tongue. I flick it up and down making you twist against me nearly letting go. Perfect! I plunge two fingers inside you and the unexpected pressure makes you cum hard on the spot. I finger you hard and your wetness runs down my fingers. While you squirm and moan clawing at my arms, my ego surges with pride.

"Yeaaa, uh huh, that's a good girl, keep coming for me." A shiver runs up my spine when I arise to see your eyes all wide and bewildered, tears forming in the corners. I need more, so I curl my fingers and little more and work that spot, again and again as you tighten down around them.

"Yesss, good girl, come again for me baby. I know you can!..... come for me! come for me! come for me!!" The squelching sounds of you coming on my fingers again makes me smile.

"Mmmm, just like that baby." I coax you right over the edge again. The floodgates open and your slick sweet juices run down your thighs. I drop to my knees in front of you and bury my face between your legs. You sob my name when my tongue finds your overly sensitive clit. I glance up at you, completely taken by a mesmeric picture of you losing your mind with how good I make you feel.

I think about the way I craved you and this animalistic devotion I have to see you like this. I can't stop myself from growling into your overflowing wetness. I've waited so long to devour this sweet pussy. I want you to cum all over my fucking face before I finally fuck you.

I slip my tongue back and forth over that sensitive pearl and you squeeze my face with your thighs. You're practically hyperventilating now, but I don't let up. I can feel your legs quivering and your hands pushing against my shoulders. I grab your plump behind and bury my nose against your plush. I dip my tongue inside of you then slide it back up again. I glide up and along your throbbing clit, lapping you up, slurping and tonguing you relentlessly, trying to suck up all the love that pours out of you.  I drink you up like my life depends on it.

I humm into your intense heat and all at once, the room is filled with your ecstatic cries and your climax breaks you. You crumble onto me and I scoop you up into my lap. I take your face into my hands and kiss your lips. Your head rests in my hands while you try and catch your breath. You can barely keep your eyes open so I pick you up and carry you to the room. You're head rests against my chest as a carry you down the hall. I set you down on the bed and you climb over to your pillow and plop down. I slide in next to you and curl up around you. I tuck my head into your neck and whisper in your ear.

"What happened to your stamina?" You nudge me with your leg and back your hips against me. "Shut up, it's been a really long time ok!"

You settle in and fade fast.  You feel so small in my arms, and your pheromones invade my senses, invigorating me. You coo softly in your sleep, completely exhausted.

     "Ok fine, I'll give you just a minute, but we've got over 1000 days to make up for."

     "Yes, Daddy." Your voice is light and smoky and I swear I could bust out of these jeans.

     "Mmm love, You shouldn't have said that." .....

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