#god forbid I get to relax or have a nice time with people who like me or cook food or read in bed

[amrv-5]

Going to walk into the fucking water 🙏👍🚶➡️🌊

[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ JJK Character's Fav Positions

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, acute descriptions of cuddling, sfw and nsfw below the cut, the students aren't included in the nsfw portion dw

word count: expected 2.2k

a/n: im struggling with a geto wip so have this for tonight :3c i wonder if u can tell whos my fav to write

⋆｡˚ ♡ spooning: reserved for the clingiest of people, those who wanna feel your warmth no matter what, snuggled tight holding your back to their chest under a blanket and falling asleep to the slow breaths you make in your slumber

nobara: she's a girl with a very busy life, socially and academically, so when she finally gets to come home and relax into you, her back being embraced by you and held snugly to your chest as she sighs in content, she's as happy as can be. especially after a nice warm shower to wash the day's work away, curling up in bed in her jammies and taking a well deserved nap is all she needs. she gets very irritable if (god forbid) she cant be with you for a while

yuuta: he's a very sweet boy, even when sleeping. if u two end up cuddling, you'll somehow always end up being spooned, no matter how you two fell asleep. yuuta claims he has no idea how this happens, but youre starting to doubt him when you fell asleep at the foot of the bed and woke up with a snoring yuuta behind you. though, you dont have it in you to push him away, considering the way he grumbles and reaches out for you until youre back in his arms

getou: while he wasn't the one to initiate being the little spoon, that seems to be the role you gave him when you first started sleeping in the same bed. even while he was relaxed, his back muscles seemed to entrance you enough to want to stare at them while he slept. he wasn't surprised or offended at your reasoning of course, quite the opposite. you were fueling his already huge ego so how could he deny you? now, he'll rest with the feeling of your deft fingers combing through his hair, while your other hand was running across the bumps and crevices of his back.

⋆｡˚ ♡ hugging: for the cuddling enjoyer who also wants to smoosh your face with their chest. legs tangled together, the comforting scent of your shampoo in their nose and their hand gently cupping the back of your head

gojo: speaking of the clingiest man alive. he treats you like a stuffie half the time while you two sleep, hugging you tight to his chest and having your face buried in the crook of his neck while he snoozes away. much like yuuji, the pressure of you against his body helps relax him, but unfortunately for you, that means this 6'3 man squeezing you as tight as possible and stacking on blankets on top of your combined bodies. let's hope you two live somewhere cold

inumaki: he always slept in fetal position before you two started dating, so this was just naturally how you two began cuddling. inumaki either slept at 8 pm sharp or he'd still be awake when you got up in the morning, so who was cuddling who was never consistent. sometimes, inumaki slept with his arm thrown across your hip and his face squished against your side, and others he'd hook his arm around the small of your back and hold you while you slept

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on lap: sometimes you don't wanna go all out with cuddling your partner, and for those occasions look no further than the thigh pillow ™ for when you or your partner are too tired to move from the couch to the bed

maki: few words are ever spoken when you two do this. you could be catching up on your schoolwork, or talking with maki, or watching the tv, but often times you'll simply stop and roll over to lay on her lap, neither of you questioning or even batting an eye to it anymore. even when you first did it, there was only a moment of confusion in maki's face before she shrugged and continued talking to you

choso: when you asked him how he liked to cuddle one day, he shrugged his shoulders and answered with "whatever makes you happy." and while he meant it, you couldnt deny the pattern you noticed when you were lounging in bed, or sitting down, where choso would inevitably end up cozied between your thighs, his head resting on your tummy with his hand around your back. pro tip, he makes happy hums if you put your hand on his head

⋆｡˚ ♡ head on chest: who needs blankets when you have a whole other person? the classic and well loved position that lets them hold u as close as they can, arm snagging around your waist and holding you tight as you drift into dream land

megumi: you may have thought this meant youre laying on his chest. nope. it took a while for him to open up with what he wanted with you, physically, but it very quickly turned into routine how he'd wordlessly crawl into your arms and flop down against your chest, grumbling incoherently when you asked him what was the matter. you'd sigh and resume whatever you were doing, combing through his messy hair until the soft sound of snores filled the room minutes later.

nanami: this man does not play around about two things, children and his sleep. he's very particular with how he rests, as in you *will* be with him while he sleeps, and you *will* be placed on his chest, held tight as he snored away. youre his wonderful break from monotony, a shining ray of sunshine in his cold and unwelcoming world, so forgive him for being clingy while he rests. though, this does come with the downside of him becoming restless if you're ever away. dont worry! he has a pillow with your scent sprayed onto it for this very occasion, just in case

toji: he wasnt huge on cuddling at first, both not used to it and finding it inconvenient to deal with if he needed to do anything at night. he didnt sleep well before you, and even if that hasnt changed, you snuggling up to him like a huge teddy bear at least gave him something to focus on in those sleepless fits he often has. on the rare occasion he sleeps before you awaken, youre extra careful to press a kiss to his chest as he silently rested underneath you

⋆｡˚ ♡ in their lap: cuddling doesn't always have to mean sleeping, of course. sometimes its just a really really long hug with your partner. for times like this, curling up in someone's lap while you laze your time away sounds like a paradise

yuuji: at first, scooting you into his lap was just an easy way to keep you close while he had nothing else to do, arm secured around your waist while you either scrolled through your phone or talked to him about your day, the mundane things he loved about you. but, as he soon found, you on his lap added the extra bonus of pressure! a sturdy weight and warmth on his body, allowing him to relax and melt into you in those moments of silence shared between you two.

sukuna: lets just say you're lucky he's touchy at all with you. he'll tolerate surprise hugs or pecks on his shoulder, but the only physical touch he seems to ever enjoy is when you're slotted in his lap, free to touch and poke at whenever he pleases. you'd whine if he pinched your cheek, squawk if he pressed his nails into the meat of your thighs, glare at him if he groped your ass. all those lovely reactions are a fair trade for you scooting yourself into his lap and using his chest as a pillow, he deems

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! MDNI

⋆｡˚ ♡ cowgirl: save a horse, ride a cowboy seeing you take control is unbearably sexy. pivoting your hips up and down on their dick while your hands grip at their shoulders, or having their hands grab at your ass while you slowly grind down against them. either way theyre yours for the taking

ino: a loveable, yet irritating trait of your boyfriend, is that he struggled to fuck you again after a round. you couldnt blame him, with how fast and hard he pounded into you and how he'd always make sure to hit your sweet spots until you were spasming and cumming around his cock. but when you werent satisfied just yet, he spared no time lifting you up into his lap, eagerly offering his cock for you to use as you pleased. and really, how could you pass up an offer like that?

getou: why should he have to do the work when you look this good riding him? his eyes never leave yours while you're bouncing in his lap, the slap of your skin against his backing up your huffs and whines of pleasure, looking at him so pitifully when he backs his hips down out of you. "you want more? come on honey, work for it. thaaat's right, move your hips just like that f' me" he'd egg you on so sweetly, smiling at your pout while you spread your legs and angled your hips to take him deeper inside

⋆｡˚ ♡ doggy style: nasty mfs who live for seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust or slap they give you. the way your tiny waist arches down and your chest is pressed flat against the sheets while they're pounding away at you is unbeatable to them

yuki: behind every woman with a big ass is an even bigger strap, and yuki is the prime example of that. she loves to fuck you in front of a mirror in this position too, cooing at you for being so good at taking her dick while fucking you with aimed precision, making you look at yourself while shes thrusting deep inside you. its enough to make you melt into the sheets and wail at the onslaught of pleasure going through your body, but dont worry, she still has so much more to give you

⋆｡˚ ♡ against the wall: can you say desperate? they love this position so much, sloppy makeouts that lead to pinning you against the nearest surface because they feel like they'll die if their lips leave yours for even a second

gojo: call him a showoff, because its true. in this position, he can show you just how small you are compared to him, size and strength wise. bouncing you up and down on his cock until your pretty head doesnt work anymore, seeing your eyes oggle his flexed arms and the space where he was fucking up into you. this paired with fucking you inside his office? his dick has never been harder. the thought of someone hearing how good youre getting fucked, coupled with your horrible attempt at muffling your cries and moans makes him so fucking turned on

shoko: shes a true switch, which means its a toss up for whos gonna be on the wall in this position. it all depends on her mood, and who shes had to deal with today. if it was a slow day at work, she'll happily make out with you and grind her knee into your crotch against the door of your apartment for as long as she pleases. though, if her day was more hectic, shes not so subtly grinding herself onto your lap and pressing her fingers into your mouth, sighing woefully about how stressed she is until she expectedly pulls out her fingers, waiting for you to offer yourself to help her

⋆｡˚ ♡ 69: they love the competitive-ness of this position. being able to grab your hips and shove them down onto their flat tongue, getting harder when they can feel how much you're struggling to focus from their mouth. but when you grind down into their mouth while bobbing your head on their cock? hooh

toji: hes so mean when he has you like this.. ruthlessly bucking his hips up into your tight and wet throat, sloppily licking and sucking at you and twitching at the feeling of you gagging when he hits the back of your throat. you can barely move your head, your brain getting fucked out by toji's tongue and lips expertly taking you apart piece by piece. you never lasted long when he had you like this either, much to his delight. eagerly lapping up your cum while you moaned and hopelessly squirmed in his grip felt better than any orgasm hes ever gotten, though your throat comes at a very close second

nanami: nanami can at times forget this position is for the both of you, with how into it he can get. hes good about it at first, groaning into you from the way your tongue licks and swirls around his thick cock. but the more he tastes you, the more ravenous he gets with his sucks against you, licking up any stray wetness that threatens to fall down your thighs as the pace of your sucking slows and breaks. you can try to lift your hips away from his tongue, but good luck with that. the grip he keeps on your thighs is near impossible to break, even if your an orgasm or two deep into the session

⋆｡˚ ♡ mating press: whispers of them others name falling right into their lips as their hips rock into you, thighs pressed tightly against your chests and your legs shaking on top of their shoulders. the closeness of this position never fails to rile them up, allowing them to see every little face you make, and hear all those noises they fuck out of you

sukuna: youre helpless underneath him, and thats the way he likes it. you can barely move around when his large, muscular frame is pinning you plush against the sheets of your bed, arms forced to clumsily hold onto his shoulders as he fucks you so deep, so harshly that you choke on your own breath from the power behind his thrusts. "sssuku-na, please, too mm-! is' toomuch, oh" your pleads fall on deaf ears, his thrusts never faltering nor easing up with their intensity.

choso: he honestly thinks he'll die if he isnt pressed up against you while hes fucking you. it all feels so intimate when hes got you with your legs bound to your torso from his chest, his thighs holding your body steady while hes all up in your guts. he feels so wonderfully deep inside you like this, hardly able to get out a full sentence from the way you squeeze and milk his long cock, crashing his lips into yours as tears start to well up in his eyes from how good it all feels

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

the newlywed series- first time introducing each other as husband and wife

newlywed!Mark x f!wife!reader

summary: A honeymoon presents new opportunities to introduce yourselves to strangers, as husband and wife. Luckily, these opportunities are abundant but that doesn’t mean the novelty will wear off anytime soon

word count: ~1.3k

the newlywed series

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Waking up in a Mediterranean paradise was nice, sure. Mark couldn’t argue with the fact that it felt good to wake up to the sound of waves crashing on the shore tens of feet away from the balcony and feeling the sun warming his skin through the white linen curtains. Of course, it felt nice, but it was nothing compared to waking up to you. Waking up to you, his wife, was a dream. Waking up to you tangled in the crisp, white sheets, hair spread across the pillows, he was even enamored by your drooling. 

He couldn’t believe how much his life had changed in such a short amount of time. Every morning since the wedding he woke up to a Mediterranean paradise with his wife by his side, still having memories from the wedding run around his mind. The flowers, the centerpieces, the music, the guests, his suit, your dress, the vows, it was all a dream. A dream that he was still stuck in since you were both trapped in a perfect love bubble heaven. 

He had been stunned to near silence when the concierge at the resort smiled at the two of you and welcomed you both as the resort’s “newest husband and wife.” The warm smile on her face was similar to that of the gate attendant at the airport who helped “the new Mr. and Mrs. Lee” find your seats. Even as you both left the venue, he found himself remembering the bright excited smile on your face as you and your friend screamed, “you’re a wife!” “I’m a wife!” He truly didn’t think that hearing him referred to as your husband or you referred to as his wife would ever stop making him feel shy or stop making him blush.

You roused from your sleep, nuzzling the pillow under your head while blinking at the bright sun that streamed through the curtains. You stretched your arms up to release the tension of the night before and turned to Mark with a sleepy smile, “Good morning, husband.”

He leaned in, his cheeks rosy from hearing you refer to him as “husband,” and placed a kiss on your forehead, “Good morning wife. Do you think it’s time to leave the room and explore the resort a little?”

“Are you finally ready to let me leave the room? God, are you going to be able to control yourself if I dare put my clothes on?” You tease with a tired smirk.

He scoffs while he narrows his eyes at you, “God forbid I spend some alone time with my brand new wife, in bed, making love like married couples do. How dare I? Seriously, send me to jail.”

You laugh, pulling the blankets over his face, “Shut up, Mark. Let’s go get ready to eat. I heard your stomach growl during your weird little rant.”

You both get ready quickly, not making an effort to make yourselves look too put together since you only had intentions of lounging by the hotel pool all day. You both enjoyed your breakfasts, laughing and making small talk about what you both wanted to do before your honeymoon came to an end. 

Once you were finished eating, you both wandered over to the hotel pool and found lounge chairs to relax in before you got in the pool. You had your sunglasses pulled over your face while Mark people-watched for a bit. The pool slowly but surely became more busy, soon an older couple took over the lounge chairs beside the two of you. The older gentleman smiled at the sight of you and Mark holding hands and talking to each other quietly. 

“You both remind me of my wife and I,” he stated suddenly.

Mark turned with a shy smile, “Oh, thank you sir.”

“We’re husband and wife now! And we’re on our honeymoon!” You add excitedly.

The man laughs heartily and introduces himself to the both of you with a handshake. Mark quickly responds with your name and his own, “and we’re the Lees.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Lee, that has a nice ring to it, enjoy your honeymoon lovebirds,” the man smiles warmly before turning to his own wife.

You pull Mark closer in a fit of poorly contained elation, he’s mostly on your lounger by now, “We’re the Lees!”

Mark smiles with a blush, nuzzling into your neck as you pepper his forehead with a flurry of kisses. The Lees. Mr. and Mrs. Lee, that was you and Mark. He was your husband and you were his wife. He still couldn’t believe it. You could hardly believe it yourself. You were so excited and giddy to finally be married.

After a day at the pool, you both walked to a restaurant in the resort, greeting the host. “Ah yes, Mr. and Mrs. Lee, it's so nice to see you around the resort. How are you finding your honeymoon so far?” Mark finds himself zoning out, lost once again in the daze that hearing the both of you known as “Mr. and Mrs. Lee” throws him in. 

“It’s been so amazing, the resort has so much to do,” you answer with a polite smile. 

“I’m so glad to hear that, our finest table for our honeymooning husband and wife,” the host smiles as you come up to your table.

Mark rushes to pull out your chair and helps you move closer to the table, “it sounds so official.”

You hum, looking over the menu, “What does, my love?”

“Husband and wife.”

You look up with an arched brow, “Is that not what we are?”

“No, we are!” Mark reassures quickly, “I just meant that it sounds strange- in a good way. We were boyfriend and girlfriend for so many years, then we were fiancés for a bit, but now…. Now we’re husband and wife, like for real.” 

You stare at him in awe, “I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way. This is the last title we’ll ever have for each other, no more changes.”

Mark laughs and places his hands on either side of his face, “Baby, we’re going to be husband and wife for the rest of history. Like generations from now, people will look at pictures of us and describe us as husband and wife!”

“Mark! Can we focus on getting through our first week as husband and wife before you think 50 years into the future?”

“I can’t help it, wife! I’m just so excited to be your husband and like, you’re my wife!”

“Yes, my love, that’s what the whole ceremony was for, the rings too, and this honeymoon,” you explain slowly, making sure he’s both hearing and understanding you.

Mark scoffs, reaching across the table to take your hand in his own, his thumb playing with the diamond on your ring finger, “Yes, I know that, thank you. I think it’s going to take me a while before I get used to hearing us call each other husband and wife.”

“I don’t want you to get used to it,” you pout at him, “I want you to be this excited and amazed about you being my husband forever.”

“Of course I’m going to be excited forever. If anything, I think my heart will skip a beat every time you call me your husband just like my heart still skips a beat when you look at me,” Mark smiles softly, admiring the way the warm light of the candle on the table illuminates your face. He thinks you’re the most beautiful human he’s ever laid his eyes on.

You squeeze his hand, averting your gaze to the menu in front of you again to hide your embarrassment, “you’re a sweet talker, Mark.”

Mark laughs and shrugs nonchalantly, “part of the reason you married me, right my wonderful wife?”

“That and many, many more, my handsome husband,” you smile at Mark, your wonderful husband.

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[blackknight-kai]

This is gonna sound insane but HEAR ME OUT—

Have you ever heard of the term of a 'womb tattoo' (WT) ? It's basically like a tattoo/sigil that is placed over where the womb would be (on the skin itself) and it would have like, different spell properties depending on the type of tattoo/sigil that was inked

What if, WHAT IF— Sun Wukong knows the basic of WT magic and have been secretly planning to place one on his beloved? (With consent, of course)

I'd honestly think he'd enjoyed seeing how his beloved would look so flushed - sweat dribbling down their skin, their breaths short and quick and just how often they would palm at their lower abdomen; the tattoo/sigil from THE Sun Wukong himself is thrumming with want, with need for any speck of attention the simian demon would throw their way.

I'm so insane actually. Perhaps this year was a good year for monkeys all around

(I’m really tired and wrote this before sleep so I hope this came out okaaaaay)

You have an awesome idea here! Wukong wanting to share something like this with his beloved? Absolutely! This COULD go into yandere territory but I wont go there since it can ALSO go into consenting territory especially if reader is okay with it. Sun Wukong wouldn’t MAKE them get it but them being willing? Awesome.

N.S.F.W Under the cut - 2 parter in here :)

Wukong brings it up one night, at first it’s kinda playful but definitely devolves into a slightly serious conversation. I mean he doesnt wanna force you or make you uncomfortable. PLUS it’s not like it has to happen NOW. But he wants to make sure you know what youre getting into. Because this could be A LOT. Especially for someone attached to HIM.

When you do agree to it he’s going to be sooooo stoked and excited. Will definitely prepare what he can for it and then maybe set a day specifically for getting it on you. No matter how long the actual spell takes most likely he just wants to have some fun and make it a nice playful comfy thing, maybe he takes you apart bit by bit and then puts you back together before putting it on you while youre nice and relaxed. Or maybe in the middle of your orgasm he casts the spell?

Either way, you’re in for a ride after. See, the spell doesnt work for just ANYONE. Most womb spells seem to showcase that “any man” will do. Not for Wukong. Nope. He’s gonna make sure that the only way this thing reacts is because of HIM. Thing is, Wukong is pretty damn strong right? Powerful. So it’s only fair that his mark is as well. You’re going to be a MESS so often it’s not even funny. You KNEW he was attracted to you, duh you sleep together all the time, but to THIS extent?

Having HIS attention is NOT for the weak or someone who doesnt want to put up with his shit. Because as a King he has WANTS and he has DEMANDS. I’ve said it many times at this point, Sun Wukong DEMANDS your pleasure. It is HIS. His right, his privilege. He WILL get it.

It’s going to get to a point where you could be doing mundane things and then all of a sudden the mark is going off and youre practically bowled over by the sudden sensation. He’s off doing King stuff? Doesn’t matter. Good luck getting anything done that day because god forbid he’s bored at a celestial court meeting or something, he is going to fantasize about you through the entire thing making your mark go fucking nuts. You’re going to be dripping and trembling, sweating and struggling to stand for hours. Trying to touch yourself? Good luck, unless you pass out this isn’t gonna stop.

He’s watching you from across the room full of people? His eyes traveling up and down your body and taking in those curves and features he so loves? Your pussy is going to be woke the fuck up and when he smells your slick not only is he going to feel prideful about it, he’s going to make it so much worse. Thinking about all the filthy things he could do to you right there and now.

Wukong brushes his tail across your ass? It’s like little fireworks of pleasure are set off on your skin where it touched you, I hope you learn how to stop yourself from moaning on a dime because he was definitely thinking about something naughty when he did it and now your clenching around NOTHING but needing to be filled with him.

ALSO NEW THOUGHT (Lucky you LOL two thoughts for 1). Actually…..I hope you dont mind if I go that direction instead of an established relationship one….Cuz thats where this is taking me now.

General Properties

- [ ] Only reacts to Sun Wukong and NO other.

- [ ] Normally you’d have to be within a certain distance of the person for the tattoo to react to their dirty thoughts about you, but Wukong? AHAHAHA yeah. Dude could be off doing fuck knows what however far away and your tattoo will react to him thinking nasty things about you.

- [ ] Him looking at you with lustful eyes? Or maybe he brushes by you in a certain way? This is gonna set off the tattoo too.

- [ ] The tattoo can react in various levels depending on what HE has going on. Generally he likes you to simmer. Sweat a little. Edge you all day. Likes to remind you of him as you go about your day.

- [ ] The reaction is basically as if a low level vibrator is inside you, getting turned on higher and higher depending on what he’s doing/thinking and for how long. It’s gonna feel like a gentle massage of your clit along with it, not enough USUALLY to make you come but you are going to be FEELING it.

- [ ] Another fun thing, if he touches himself in a sexual way - Example strokes his cock, your pussy reacts as though hes fucking it. Hope you’re ready for THAT in the middle of a random Tuesday.

- [ ] A later addition to the mark will be where you cant orgasm without tasting or taking in his seed through your pussy. He’s gone for a few days and wants you to be panting and so damn needy for him when he comes home, as though youre heat.

While was writing this as an established relationship, I also had the thought of Reader being his bride to be - and consenting to get the mark. But they haven’t consummated the relationship since they aren’t married yet, and the effects and stuff I list out above would be AMAZING.

When you found out that you were going to be marrying someone you HADNT expected it to be THE Monkey King, Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Earth himself, Sun Wukong. You’d met him several times, each time was a pleasant experience. He was oddly charming, cheeky, and mischievous of course. You laughed at his little pranks and trickery, listened to his captivating stories. It seemed like when you guys were in the same space he would eventually seek you out, enjoying your company for a little while before one of his pranks caught up to him and he had to make a quick exit.

You found him VERY attractive in a lot of ways. Be it his handsome face and that roguish smirk he does or how intelligent he clearly is underneath all that arrogance. His strength and power is also something that captures your attention both physical and mental. While his temper could use some work at times you find him endearing. The fact that he takes his time to come over and say hi to you, make you laugh, and spend time with you, even asking about you makes you feel as though he see’s you. Since he doesnt generally bother with things like that too much from what you can tell.

You weren’t 100% certain but you thought he was flirting with you a lot of the time. Your cheeks turning red and his smile growing a little wider as though he’s pleased with himself at your reaction. Tension, or at least you HOPED it’s mutual, brews between you two every time youre in the same space. Sometimes, before he makes his way over to you, you can feel his eyes on you from across the way. Upon looking, there he is. Wukong will give you a little wave with either his hand or even his cheeky tail before returning to whatever conversation or thing he was doing, but those eyes of his will wander back periodically.

When the offer of marriage came well….you were a little shocked to say the least. The thing was, it wasn���t an immediate marriage but rather, he was to court you for a time with the intention of marriage at the end of it. You would essentially be his bride to be but with a brief period of time, about a year, where he would spend time with you and the two of you get to know each other more. Honestly, you thought it was something he would NEVER do. Between the stories about him or his wild nature. You figured either he would never ‘settle’ down or he’d marry right away, not wanting to go through the hassle when he would be marrying them anyway.

Accepting the offer was easy. Honestly, you were intrigued by him and definitely had a huge fat crush on him. After spending a few outings with him you come to realize you could absolutely fall in love with him too. A few months into the courtship the tension between the two of you is HIGH. There have been kisses, but Wukong always stops them before they get too heated. Light lingering touches but always in respectable places. It’s maddening. But from what he explained to you, he wanted to make sure the two of you matched well. That YOU know and understand him before fully committing to him, because as he’s said, once you’re his there wont be any going back. He hadnt said it in a menacing way or anything, but you can tell that he was serious. About you and this relationship, that for him, this is IT.

By your third month of courtship though Wukong springs something on you. He assures you that he can remove it if it’s something that becomes an issue or you decide not to move forward with the relationship.

A womb tattoo.

He allows you a little time to think about it, after covering all the specifics. You’re nervous at first, as you haven’t really had a sexual encounter with him as of yet. Not that you didn’t WANT to, but again he has been keeping things clean between the two of you aside from a few sexually charged flirtatious remarks sprinkled here or there. But regardless of wherever you are his eyes always tell you how much he wants you too. A lot of the time when you separate for the day you’re left wanting….fantasizing about what could he possibly be thinking about.

Eventually, you agree. Mainly because he doesnt pressure you about it. It’s almost like he never asked or brought it up. The way his eyes light up and he takes a moment to process your acceptance though tells you how genuinely excited he is about the idea. His tail swishes and flicks almost erratically behind him as he double checks with you before he sets a day for you two to begin the process for the tattoo.

You’d both decided to start easy, something simple. The tattoo itself, as he had explained, isnt ink and it wont show up unless he messes with the spell itself. But the spell will attach itself to your core and will ONLY react to HIM. This way, no other would accidentally activate it. Not wanting to overwhelm you at first, he sets the spell to only react when he’s looking at you with a lust full gaze. You’re nervous as he has you lie down, your clothes on but you do have to adjust them just enough to reveal your hips and the space your uterus sits under your skin. He hadnt wanted you to undress fully, this way he can enjoy you on your wedding night.

Wukong applies the spell and its a strange sensation, it doesnt hurt but its intense. When hes done he soothes you and tells you that you’ve done well. He tells you that the spell will activate by the time you see him next, this way your body has time to adjust to it.

You thought you were prepared. You were not.

The next time you see him you two aren’t alone but as his familiar eyes land on you, the hair on the back your neck stands up and then your body goes ridged as a tingling sensation starts up inside you body. It’s gentle, but it causes you to gasp and flush a little as your pelvic muscles contract at the sudden soft vibrating that is pulsing in your pussy. You KNOW nothing is in you, this must be the spells doing. You watch Wukong, having to lean over and support yourself with the back of a chair as his eyes roam up and down your body slowly. Once his eyes lock on to yours and he see’s your face he smirks wide and slow. His eye brow raises slowly though, a look of ‘Still okay?’ Comes across his expression and you nod a little shyly. Feeling embarrassed but also…excited. The tattoo isn’t overwhelming, more like a light gentle touch keeping you awake but not enough to make you desperate. At least at first.

This continues for a few weeks, the strange but pleasant buzzing sensation inside you whenever he’s around. It’s tantalizing and you find yourself desperate to return home and bring yourself to orgasm every time you end up spending hours with him. It’s almost constant in a way you weren’t prepared for but definitely dont mind. Especially when he knowingly teases you or leans in and whispers in your ear telling you how pretty your red cheeks are. Or asking you why youre squirming so much with a knowing grin on his face.

When he asks if he can adjust the spell, letting you know what additions he’d like to make, you agree. The little secret between the two of you is thrilling and you truly want to discover more with him. This time the additions will include if he’s thinking about you and if he touches you with intention. What he only hinted at though was how the intensity was going to increase. He also told you that he was leaving something up for a surprise.

After he adjusts the spell, that night when it finally settles, you gasp awake. Your body is sweaty and you’ve slicked up enough that your underwear is damp. The once soft tingling sensation is now an intense direct feeling. It’s not truly enough to make you orgasm but it’s enough to make you sweat and squirm. Your clit is swollen and your entrance pulses with need and you genuinely cannot stop yourself from immediately reaching down to bring yourself to ecstasy. From the feeling, this had been going on for some time before you woke. Meaning Wukong has been thinking about you. The thought makes you shiver with excitement and flattery. Happy that his thoughts are currently consumed with you.

From here it’s a little more difficult to remain passive. Sometimes you can be spending time with your friends or completing a chore for the day when the buzzing starts up. It makes you weak in the knees and you have to do your best not to react too much. When he’s around and watching you it’s even harder. You know he sees how warm you are, the sweat starting to bead on your skin, and the slight tremor you have every so often. Your speech is breathier too.

Wukong clearly enjoys seeing you like this. His tail always swishing and his face while usually showing a smirk sometimes remains stoic. But his eyes. His eyes watch you with such intense desire and pride that it makes you almost want to beg him to touch you. He seems to relish in the fact that he can make you so needy that you have to press on your abdomen or cross your legs tightly as you sit down. His kisses now are always a little more on the heated side, but he still never lets them get TOO heated. You can see in his expression as he pulls back that he is testing his own patience. He whispers to you how delicious you smell, that he can smell you from across the way and he cant wait to finally drink from its source after youre married.

One night, not too long after the new addition was added to the spell youre lying in bed, getting ready to sleep when that now familiar tingling starts up inside you. Since youre alone you relax back and allow yourself to sigh at the pleasant buzz. That is, until it feels like something thick and blunt is making its way inside you.

Your eyes widen and you gasp, arching your back and spreading your legs unconsciously as the invisible object slowly starts to thrust in and out of you. A little panicked you reach down and under your clothes, a moan forcing its way out of your throat at the continued stimulation. Your hole is empty and definitely NOT being stretched open by anything but your fingers. The ghost sensation of something inside you is so visceral, so real though, and your body jerks and thrums as the object moves faster, hitting inside you just a little rougher too. Your whole body comes alive and it feels like not just your clit and pussy are are pulsing with need, but so are your nipples and all the little pleasure spots on your body.

You cant catch your breath and involuntarily our hips move, chasing the ghost sensation as you touch yourself. You’re so wet that the slick sound of your fingers dipping inside you makes you shudder and you quickly realize that THIS was the surprise Wukong had added. How he’s making you feel this way you dont know, but you DO know he’s thinking about you, heavily. Your orgasm comes so suddenly that you cry out and clamp down on your own fingers. The blunt object doesnt stop moving though, fucking you through your orgasm until youre shaking and near tears. It seems to move faster and faster, losing its own rhythm until finally it slams in and then stills.

You lie there panting, body sweaty and your legs still trembling as you finally are allowed to come down from your high. The tingling slowly dissipates to a low gentle feeling until it’s gone. Leaving you oddly satisfied and definitely curious.

When you pluck up the courage to ask him about it, Wukong gives you the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen, his fangs on display. He first asks you if you liked it, which you nod with a little hesitation, mainly due to it being such a new thing. Your Monkey King then tells you that what you experienced was him fucking his fist while thinking about you. That as he touched himself your body was reacting accordingly, as though his cock was deep inside you instead of his hand.

The knowledge sets your body on fire and it sets his mind wondering too. You let out a little whimper as the tingling sensation comes back in full force, immediately ramping up your lust and desire. He reacts to your sounds and panting breath accordingly too, which doesnt help your situation. The kiss he gives you that day is the filthiest one you’ve received so far, and when you orgasm on nothing, not even a touch, Wukong looks at you like you’ve given him the stars & moon as a gift.

Your wedding day to him cant come any faster. Because while you enjoy this little secret game the two of you have been playing, enjoy feeling the ghost of his cock fuck into periodically when he cant contain himself and has to fuck his own fist….It’s not enough. You want to feel his warmth. Feel his claws digging into your skin as he pounds into you. His fangs marking you and his release filling you until he has nothing left.

- [ ] Once you guys get married this gets even worse (better). Especially with your permission of course, but he is going to fuck his fist when he KNOW’s youre doing things JUST so you have to try to fight to stay on your feet and not react.

- [ ] He’s going to be a major tease 24/7 since he doesnt ever stop thinking about you. Never stops wanting you.

- [ ] When he adds the addition about ‘can only come when you taste or receive his seed’??? Yeah good luck. Because he is going to edge the HELL out of you.

- [ ] He wont do it all the time dont worry, he does want to be inside you and fuck you just as much as he wants to watch you squirm for him.

- [ ] The cum thing though, let’s say hes been edging you for AGES. You’re in public and you NEED to orgasm. BADLY. You’re dripping and so fucking desperate for it. If he’s feeling nice (and you beg him so pretty for it), he will pull you to the side and maybe let you suckle his cock to taste his precum so you can orgasm finally. Or he will shove his hand down his pants and get it for you that way, sticking his wet fingers in your mouth since you’d gotten him so worked up. OR he will let you suck him off fully or will cum in your mouth, just the head of his dick past your lips while he strokes himself to you touching yourself.

- [ ] He may add or remove some stuff depending on what is too much or maybe you need a break - he’s good to you!

- [ ] If you’d like to experience a heat when he goes into a rut? Spell can take care of that.

- [ ] Extra fertility? He’s got you with the spell.

- [ ] Extra stamina or extra sensitivity? He can make that happen too.

- [ ] You being so turned on for him while he watches you squirm, waiting for you to reach your breaking point or begging point is something he will NEVER get tired of.

- [ ] You do have a safe word/phrase. This way, if you’re in public and he’s activating the spell around people, which he usually does because watching you and smelling you get so needy for him in secret is thrilling as fuck and turns him on, he doesn’t accidentally push you too far.

- [ ] That said, would he love watching you try to stifle an orgasm? Yeah. But only when he’s next to you so he can pull you into him and you can moan against him - your sounds muffled because those are FOR HIM.

- [ ] You boost his ego astronomically because of this spell, not only with your trust in him but because you WANT him just as much genuinely and not just because of the spell.

[rotthepoet]

Rival!Lorenzo when he finds you crying in the bathroom at a party, as another boy had been yelling at you.

✊️🫠

Oooh i think i just creamed my $8 thrifted pants

Okay so lets just accept Rival as every sense of the word. Starting from the beginning you and Lorenzo Berkshire have just not gotten along! It actually began on the train, when you sat down in a compartment, only to be rudely interrupted by this 6foot man built like a twink telling you to get the hell out of “his spot”. And let me tell you, Enzo is not very threatening looking, but the way he glared down at you sent shivers through your whole body. And not the good kind. From there it blossomed into academic rivalry, maybe unfriendly competition, glaring at each other from across DADA, shoving better marks in each others faces. and gods forbid you play quidditch. Full contact trying to knock you off your broom to your death🙏

And i’m gonna be real with you. Boys are mean to people they like. And oh boy, while it takes a long fucking time, Lorenzo is SMITTEN. Irrevocably so. In fact, he’s so smitten that he gets meaner. I’ve talked before about how Enzo reminds me of an 80’s movie bully. This is where that comes in. He is PHYSICAL and willing to risk a detention to see your cute little face angry at him from the floor.(he wants to hate-fuck you so bad, but he doesn’t really hate you, and now he’s confused).

Countless hexes and pranks and tricks and the worst of it was when he spent 3 weeks writing anonymous love letters to you as a secret admirer, told you to meet him in the library after dark. He got you hella detention, tipping Filch off to your breaking of curfew. You dumped two full glasses of pumpkin juice on his head the next morning. He took it like a champ(he figured it was deserved for playing with your heart, although each compliment he wrote in those notes was from the bottom of his heart.) and for the first time, you two laughed together. (Later that day you found out that your ink had been charmed to turn invisible every time you wrote. You threw a balled up sheet of parchment paper with an invisible “fuck you” written on it at him.)

If anyone didn’t hear the way you speak to each other, they’d assume you were an item. Lorenzo’s friends have taken to calling you his girl/boyfriend/partner. Lorenzo doesnt correct them anymore.

With that little context out of the way, let’s flash forward to present day!

Lorenzo’s a little on edge, unable to relax on the sofa with his buddies. He feels the high in his body, slow and buzzing, but he felt completely sober in his head. His eyes kept drifting towards you. You looked nice tonight, absolutely glowing. Maybe it was the lighting. He didn’t care. He liked to watch you smile. And he liked to watch you laugh. And he liked the clothes you wore. And he liked the way you flipped him off with a grin when you saw him across the room. What he didnt like was seeing you dance with this… this nobody! It made his blood boil. And god when he whisked you away, Enzo almost bolted to his feet. He had to play it off to Draco, who tried to follow his gaze.

The world seems to move around Enzo in 2x speed while he sat still. He laughed when his friends laughed, and he spoke but couldn’t remember what he said.

He only broke out of his stupor whenever he heard your name strung together with some other words in his ear.

Lorenzo’s head whips around fast enough that he almost headbutts Pansy Parkinson in the face.

“What?”

“I said they’re in the bathroom crying. What did you do?”

And Lorenzo doesn’t even remember when he got up from the sofa. He doesn’t remember Draco bitching at him to come back. He doesn’t remember shoving people out of the way. He doesn’t remember opening the bathroom door. He just remembers how sad you looked, trying to dab away your tears in the mirror.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“No, I’m serious. What happened?”

And you’re quiet when he approaches you. He doesn’t remember when he grabbed the paper towel from you. He doesn’t remember when he reached up to hold your cheek so gently in his hand. He just remembers the wide eyes you gave him as his thumb wiped away tears, and he dried your wet face. He just remembers how hard his heart pounded in his chest when you closed your eyes, crying even harder as you pressed your hand over his.

He remembers when you spoke to him.

“It’s really nothing. I just thought this guy actually liked me but… he just…” and he continues to wipe your tears away as they fall again, “Its just embarrassing. Yknow? That I thought he actually liked me and it wasn’t just for sex.”

Lorenzo doesn’t remember pulling you into a hug, but he remembers the way your hair smelled. The way you shook in his arms. The way your breathing slowed as you calmed down.

“Can you answer me honestly, Lorenzo? Why don’t people like me? What is so unlikeable about me?”

And Lorenzo remembers his heart shattering in his chest. He remembers the wide and confused eyes you gave him when he answered. He remembers the cute blush spreading across your face as you processed his words.

“Nothing.”

Anyways!!!! Idk if this is what you had in mind! I was originally going to write a fight but I had a rough day at work and needed some fluff in my life<3 i kinda deviated from your idea but im gonna keep this in mind more. thank you so much for rival lorenzo tho, im kinda obsessed with him.

[sturnswrites]

terms and conditions - pt.4

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

⤳ angst, arguing

⤳ you move in with the triplets after losing your apartment prompting a "roommate agreement". after having a tricky relationship with matt, some of the rules begin to blur.

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It was Nick’s idea to throw the party.

“I’m serious,” he’d said one night as we all sat in the living room, Matt editing a video on his laptop while you and Chris played a mindless card game. “We haven’t had people over in forever. It’ll be fun.”

Chris immediately jumped on board. “A party sounds sick. We’ve been too cooped up here lately. Let’s invite everyone—make it big.”

Matt groaned from his seat. “A house full of drunk people? Pass.”

“Oh, come on,” Nick protested, waving a hand dismissively. “You need to loosen up. Y/N, back me up here.”

You looked up from your cards, trying not to smile. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to a party. It could be fun.”

Matt gave you a pointed look. “You too? Great. Guess I’m outnumbered.”

“Damn right you are,” Chris said with a grin. “It’s happening. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.”

Matt sighed but didn’t argue further, and a week later, the house was packed with people, music blasting through the speakers and the smell of beer lingering in the air.

-

The night started out as chaotic as expected. Chris played the role of the charismatic host, bouncing from group to group with a drink in hand, while Nick mingled with his usual charm, effortlessly entertaining anyone who crossed his path.

You spent most of the evening chatting with friends from work and school, sipping on a drink as you tried to relax. Matt, on the other hand, stayed in the background, leaning against walls or perched on the couch, his gaze scanning the room with an unreadable expression.

Despite the energy of the party, you couldn’t help but notice him. He wasn’t loud or attention-seeking like Chris or Nick, but his quiet intensity made him impossible to ignore.

And then there was the flirting.

You weren’t trying to be obvious about it, but when a guy you barely knew started talking to you, and you didn’t exactly shut him down. He was nice enough, complimenting your outfit and making you laugh with his terrible jokes.

You told yourself it was harmless.

Matt’s mood darkened as the night went on.

You could feel his gaze on you from across the room, heavy and unrelenting. Every laugh, every playful touch on the arm from the guy you were talking to, seemed to make his expression grow more severe.

By the time you stepped into the kitchen for a refill, he was waiting for you.

“We need to talk,” he said, his voice clipped.

“About what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“You know what,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s go.”

Before you could argue, he grabbed your wrist—not roughly, but firmly—and pulled you toward the hallway, away from the noise of the party.

-

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt demanded as soon as we were out of earshot.

“Excuse me?” you shot back, pulling your wrist free. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “You’re out there, flirting with that guy like—”

“Like what?” you challenged, your voice rising. “Talking to someone? Laughing? God forbid I have a conversation at a party!”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his tone clipped.

“No, Matt. I don’t. Why don’t you spell it out for me?”

He exhaled sharply, pacing a short circle before stopping and pointing a finger at you. “You were flirting with him, Y/N.”

“So what?” you threw your hands up, incredulous. “Last I checked, the ‘roommate agreement’ didn’t say anything about flirting with people who don’t live here.”

His eyes narrowed. “You think it’s about the stupid agreement? You’re doing this on purpose.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his accusation. “Doing what on purpose?”

“You’re trying to get under my skin!” he exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration. “And it’s working.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Matt,” you shot back, shaking my head. “Not everything I do revolves around you. You’re not the center of my universe.”

“Really?” he countered, stepping closer, his voice low and biting. “Because you’ve been pushing my buttons since the day you moved in.”

You laughed bitterly. “Pushing your buttons? You barely talk to me unless it’s absolutely necessary. You ignore me half the time, and now suddenly you care who I talk to at a party?”

“I don’t ignore you,” he argued, though his voice faltered slightly.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “You act like I don’t exist, and then the second someone else gives me attention, you get all possessive. What is your deal, Matt?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. But his silence only fueled your anger.

“You know what? Maybe you should go back to ignoring me,” you said, your tone cold. “At least then I don’t have to deal with your mood swings.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t make everything so complicated,” he shot back, his voice sharp.

You laughed humorlessly. “Oh, I’m the complicated one? You’re the one acting like some jealous, overprotective—”

“Because it pisses me off seeing you with other guys, alright?” he snapped, cutting you off. His voice was loud enough to echo slightly in the hallway.

You froze, his words hanging in the air between the two of you like a live wire.

“You’re jealous,” you said quietly, almost disbelieving.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice dropping as he stepped closer. “I’m jealous. Happy now?”

“No, I’m not happy!” you exclaimed, your emotions boiling over. “Because you have no right to be jealous, Matt. You’ve treated me like I’m invisible for weeks, and now suddenly you care? You don’t get to do this to me.”

He exhaled harshly, raking a hand through his hair again as his eyes searched mine. “You think I don’t care about you?” he asked, his voice softer but no less intense. 

His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it felt like you both were teetering on the edge of something neither of us could name.

“Well all you do is keep your distance from me, what am I supposed to think?” you shot back, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and something you couldn't quite name.

He didn’t answer, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“What am I supposed to think, Matt?” you demanded, my voice breaking slightly. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like friendship.”

Matt’s gaze dropped to your lips for a split second, and your breath hitched. The space between you felt charged, electric, like something was about to snap.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Chris’s voice rang out, breaking the moment.

You and Matt jumped apart like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

Chris and Nick stood at the end of the hallway, both holding beers and wearing identical expressions of confusion and amusement.

“What’s going on here?” Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” Matt said quickly, his voice cold as he stepped back.

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Nick chimed in, smirking.

“Mind your own business,” Matt muttered, brushing past them without another word.

Chris watched him go, then turned back to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, forcing a smile. “Just needed some air.”

Nick tilted his head, studying me for a moment. “You sure?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, brushing past them and heading back toward the party.

But as you rejoined the crowd, your heart was still racing, and your mind was spinning. Whatever had just happened between you and Matt, it wasn’t over.

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things are getting interesting... sorry this is pretty short again :(

⭒ margot

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@mattsdillon @hesvoid3434 

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 14 - Sleepover▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ “Yeah?” You can’t help but fidget anxiously with the material of your sleeve.

��No goodbye kiss?” Shigaraki smirks, closing the distance.

You immediately scowl. “Don’t be gross.” 

He still grabs your chin and you try to pull away, but he uses his other hand to cup the side of your head, fingertips running through the roots of your hair and holding you in place for him. 

Bastard really did think this was a date, after all.

Fuck’s sake. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Very Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Past Child Abuse, Bullying, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine • Ten(ko) • Eleven • Twelve • Thirteen • Fourteen • Fifteen

Chapter 14 - Sleepover

He drums his fingers against the metal surface of the table and decides to get up.

You remain seated.

“No? The fuck you mean ‘we’re going back to your place’?” you mock him, doing obnoxious air quotation marks with your fingers as you feel your blood pressure rapidly increasing.

Shigaraki glares at you in return, scratching at his neck for the third time today.

“You’re coming to my place and you’re staying over,” he mumbles, as if him repeating the same string of delusional words would make it any more understandable to you.

“I’m—huh? What?!” You slowly get out of your chair, grabbing your phone from the table, then carefully back away from him.

“Why are you acting all stupid again? I don’t fucking understand.” He frowns and you notice his fist clenching and unclenching at his side, while the other is gripping the material of his jacket tightly.

Is he being for real right now?

“Oh, you don’t understand? Okay. Let me paint a pretty picture for you, Shigaraki.” You cross your arms defensively. “I spent the entire fucking week following you around and absolutely humiliating myself in front of the whole university—again. I’m not about to fucking go sleep in your bed like we’re a couple of besties or—God forbid like a—” You gag, unable to speak the thought out loud.

Shigaraki, who looks absolutely bewildered that you would still dare, begins shaking. The scratching on his neck intensifies.

“How many times do I have to drill into your thick—fucking—skull, that you do whatever the fuck I tell you to? Why do you force me to have to rip you apart so you’ll listen?!” Shigaraki growls, getting so close, he now toweres over you before continuing, “I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you today.” 

You glance at the other clients and at the worried employees nervously, swiftly deciding that you’ll definitely never fucking show up to eat here ever again.

Anxiously, your gaze falls back on him. His brows are scrunched and his lips pull back. You watch him as he takes a reaaaally deep breath and closes his eyes in contemplation. 

When he opens them again, he’s a completely different person.

“Okay,” he says flatly, relaxing back into his usual bored look, shoulders dropping together with the hand that was assaulting his neck.

“Oookay?” You raise a brow, clutching your belongings tightly, still wary of a potential violent outburst and hoping he has some decency not to strike your face in front of other people.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll drive you home.” 

He shoots an arm out to grab his keys from the table impatiently and you flinch, only remembering the burn of your cheek after he hit you at the party. 

His eyes narrow, but he doesn't comment otherwise, taking his jacket off the backrest and shoving it in your face, after which he grabs you by your wrist and drags you out of the establishment.

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The drive home is really quiet, save for the occasional drumming of his fingers against his wheel and your anxiety fueled careful-breathing. You’re clutching your school bag close to your chest. The jacket he made you wear feels heavy on your shoulders.

Was that it or is he plotting to do something fucked again? 

You look outside the window and try to calm yourself down, while watching the evening scenery quickly pass by. It’s so dark already. Winter makes everything seem so bleak. It feels detached but comforting, in a way.

Like he’s your charon, taking you on your final trip to hell.

When he pulls up in front of your street, you mumble a quick ‘thanks’, throw his jacket on the seat and hurry the fuck up to get out and leave. To your dissatisfaction, you hear his side of the door open as well. 

You sigh, turning back to him with a look. 

“Yeah?” You can’t help but fidget anxiously with the material of your sleeve.

“No goodbye kiss?” Shigaraki smirks, closing the distance.

You immediately scowl. “Don’t be gross.” 

He still grabs your chin and you try to pull away, but he uses his other hand to cup the side of your head, fingertips running through the roots of your hair and holding you in place for him. 

Bastard really did think this was a date, after all.

Fuck’s sake.

“Do not kiss me.” Your eyes dart away from his face.

“Why not? I know you wanted it too. At the party. Before the party.” He brushes your lip with his thumb and you stare at him. “C’mon. Just once,” he lies to you, the rasp in his voice hauntingly soft. “I’ve been so nice…”

“Stockholm syndrome victims also end up wanting to fuck their captors. We both know I’m extremely messed up, so what? I said no.” 

His breath hitches.

“You wanna fuck me?” His tongue flicks over his dry lower lip and the glint of mischief in his eyes is rendering you momentarily speechless. Of course he’d focus on the wrong fucking thing.

“Y-You fucking know what I meant,” you only manage to whisper, when he bends down and nuzzles the side of your face, making your skin prickle and your breath stutter. You’re currently unable to decide which one you hated more—his anger and control issues or you finding him disgustingly attractive.

“Do I?” Shigaraki rasps against your ear, forcing a shudder out of you. “See? Give yourself to me. I’ll be so fucking good to you. Reward me.”

Half of his face is being cast into a soft shadow from the glow of a yellow street lamp nearby. It makes your heart race.

You need to put an end to this, before you fall into his trap any further. You need to remember where you stand, because—

“I-It’s not like I’m in any position to refuse you. Right?”

"Don't spin it like that." Shigaraki pulls back and frowns.

"Then how should I spin it? I say no and you still do what you want. How's this time any different?"

He looks away with a pout—a pout?!—and grumbles, "It's more fun when you're into it."

Your jaw drops. Is he seriously sulking right now? 

You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself, before your fuse blows up in his face and he gets mad again.

How do you get yourself out of this? 

Should you lie? Promise him another time? Do you give in, fall back into bad habits and go through another spiel of pleasing him like he’s your new owner? 

That’s what he is, isn't he? Just your owner. He doesn’t miss a beat reminding you every chance he gets. He wants you and he gives no damn about how you feel, despite pretending to care today.

Shigaraki is training you like a dog, meaning it’s only a matter of time until you act out and he loses his patience, making this thinly veiled security go up in flames.

Your chest tightens and you feel tears threatening to spill, but you force that feeling back, back, back, until it’s all the way up on your tower of sorrows.

When you open your eyes and look into his red ones, you see possible conflict painted on his face. 

You place your hands firmly against his chest and shake your head. 

“Goodnight, Shigaraki.”

He reluctantly lets you go, gaze half lidded and not saying anything, surprisingly unphased by your rejection.

Unphased, because three minutes into your walk towards the entrance of your building, you realize the asshole wouldn’t stop following you.

You seethe through gritted teeth, stomping your way home. “Any chance I’ve miraculously shifted timelines, and you’re only being a gentleman who’ll be fucking off the moment I get inside?” 

“Nope.”

“Unbelievable,” you growl and he shrugs despite your back being turned to him. “We are not fucking tonight. Is that clear?” 

“Does that mean we’re fucking another time?” You heard him snicker a few steps behind you.

“No! It fucking means—It means that you stalking me all the way to my home and forcing your way into staying over will not result in getting your dick wet, now or ever. Fucking asshole!” You wipe away at your welling tears of frustration. 

He’s so incredibly overwhelming, you just needed a break. One fucking weekend! 

Is it too much to fucking ask for?!

Shigaraki doesn’t reply, opting to just silently trudge behind you, hands in the pockets of his pants as you unlock the door to your building. 

He glances at you holding the door open, urging him to fucking hurry when you see him take his phone out and typing something before following you in.

“Gonna shower,” you announce resignedly, dropping your school bag right at the entrance, throwing your shoes haphazardly on the floor.

He watches you for a second and proceeds to literally copy you.

“Can I watch?”

“For free? No way.” 

You pull the sweater over your head and take off your pants, completely ignoring him as you leave your usual trail of clothes on the way to your bedroom, still having the decency of keeping your underwear on. It feels chilly in your apartment too, so you hurry on.

Tomura froze on your doorstep, swallowing hard, deep red eyes following your form. 

Why the fuck are you casually undressing in front of him like this, right after telling him off multiple times earlier? Were you teasing him on purpose or are you seriously that much of a fucking bimbo?

He hears your bedroom door creak open and snaps out of it, eagerly following behind you, kicking piles of random things out of his way.

“Does that mean you’d let me if I pay for it?” he asks, trying to play into your joke. His voice trembles, despite him trying to act natural. 

He knows you despise the idea of him forcing himself on you—fucking obviously—and he also hasn’t made any real moves to force you more than he had to.

But this? 

This was utterly unprompted. He wasn’t prepared for this. He didn’t expect this.

Did you not know he wasn’t completely beyond the idea of branding you to him and making you into a trembling mess—his trembling mess—with or without your ‘consent’? Did you forget who he was?

Did you?

Tomura has to even his breaths out and reframe your casual openness as a sign of progress, instead of another opportunity for him to use you. It’s admittedly a really hard thing to do, but you look none the wiser. 

“Depends. Got a million dollars to spare?” You turn and give him a sly smile—one that had his breath get fucking caught in his throat, but it falls when you see his owlish eyes locked-in on your body, making you flustered instead. “If you keep fucking staring at my tits like that, I’ll need a down payment.”

How could he fucking forget? He’s seen them so many times before.

All the times he fucked himself into his fist after he’s gotten his hands on your sex tapes, imagining it was him pounding into you, humiliating you, hurting you, and not your lowlife of an ex. 

But that was… before he learned he liked you.

There’s no lust clouding his red eyes anymore, so he proceeds to ask the question you’ve always dreaded to answer:

“Why—What happened for you to…The scars. Why do you have so many?” he says in a low, gravelly tone and frowns. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes, turning to open the drawer that has your clean towels.

“What about you then?” You grab one, closing the drawer and opening the door to your wardrobe. “Why do you have yours?” 

When you’re done taking the clothes you need, you turn back to face him. He looks tense and doesn’t reply to your question.

You huff. “Figures.”

Shigaraki clicks his tongue in disapproval and hesitantly steps forward, but you immediately put a hand in front of you, creating an invisible border between the two of you. 

“Don’t. We are not doing this right now.”

It works, because he stops dead in his tracks like a deer in headlights, and for once this week, he watches you walk around him without doing anything about it.

“You can shower after me!” you yell from the bathroom, dropping your underwear on the rest of the dirty pile on the floor and making a mental note to move them before he comes in, lest he gets the bright idea of stealing a pair.

But Tomura was glued to where you’d left him for a good while, staring off into the distance.

When you re-enter your room, he’s sprawled on top of your comforter. 

You use the towel in your hands to properly dry your hair, eyeing him suspiciously and hoping that whatever weird vibe was going on earlier would have vanished by now.

Shigaraki opens his eyes and watches you silently as you go about your routine, making you feel weird for thinking that he almost looked content just doing that. 

He’d apparently discarded his black hoodie sometime during your shower, tossing it on the other end of your bed and leaving him in a pair of dark jeans and an ancient Slipknot t-shirt, chest raising and falling, lips slightly parted open.

“Please, tell me you didn’t jerk off on my bed while I was gone,” you break the ice and a lopsided smile finally graces his lips.

“Nah, I think I’d rather have you do that for me instead.” Shigaraki slides up his elbows and continues to observe you. 

“Gross.” You turn around to hide your embarrassment and he shrugs. 

How is he always able to say shit like that so confidently? Is this guy really a virgin? How could he be when this is how he talks to people he wants to fuck. You could never.

Besides… Does he act like this with other girls too? The one at the party? You press your lips into a thin line before dropping the wet towel somewhere on the floor and exit the room.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, getting up and ready to follow you, but you’re already back by the time he’s standing.

“Just grabbed my bag, relax.” You walk past him and open your school bag.

“What are you doing?” Shigaraki looks over your shoulder. 

You grab your notes, your laptop and sit at your desk.

“Gonna study.” 

“What? You’ve been studying the entire fucking week!” he complains.

You shake your head. “My exam period starts next week, I can’t slack off.”

“Ugh, fuck you’re boring.”

“News flash. Told you I was busy, but you invited yourself anyway. Now leave me alone.”

And after sulking for exactly thirty seconds, seeing you won’t budge, he does. 

He does, only because he seems to suddenly remember where he is and immediately begins looking around in every corner of your apartment, either talking shit or being amazed at various objects you own.

You don’t have much, but you have a bunch of cool shit you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of if you tried. Besides, it’s your cool shit and it feels minimally validating for someone with a smidgeon of good taste to acknowledge it, since your best friend found most of it to be nerdy or lame.

“Why’d you lie about not buying stuff when we were at the mall? You literally have an entire fucking collection of these!” he speaks loudly, volume increasing the closer he gets to your room. 

You run a hand over your face at yet another distraction, voice coming out more nasally than usual, “Those were either gifts or exceptions. I don’t throw gifts away.”

“So why couldn’t I make you a gift then?”

“That’s the point. If you did, I probably wouldn’t… nevermind. And aside from that, I don’t feel like fucking owing you anything.”

He frowns at you and mumbles, “...You wouldn’t owe me if I bought you something, though.” But his frown is quickly replaced by a cocky smile. “Besides, if that’s what you care about, you’ve already been owing me for quite a while now. Don’t tell me you forgot?” Shigaraki tilts his head.

“What? What the fuck do I owe you?”

“I paid for your shit at the store, remember? You forgot your wallet.” His smile turns into a shit-eating grin.

You didn’t just forget. You completely wiped it from your memory. 

“Fuck. Hold on,” you say, reaching down into your bag to fish for something.

“What?” Shigaraki’s smile falls, frowning instead. “What are you doing.”

“Fifteen bucks, right?” You pull out a twenty and stretch your hand to him.

He looks at you with sheer disgust. “Fuck off. I don’t take money from the poor.”

You blink at him dumbly. “Then what do you want?”

“Mmm, I’ll think of something,” he replies, turning on his heel and resuming his treasure hunt in your house.

Shigaraki whistles when he finally gets to your underwear drawer, where you store a bunch of small colorful toys. 

It’s worth mentioning that it’s not the sex itself that embarrasses or scares you. You’ve been trained out of it a while ago. Sex is okay. 

It’s the feelings that scare you, meaning you only rolled your eyes at the added distraction when you heard him flip a switch, the distinct noise of your bullet vibrator coming alive with a buzz.

“So, where’s the weird-looking red one you used a few years ago? I don’t see it.” 

He rummages through your drawer and you’re wondering what the fuck he’s talking about again, when it clicks.

“Ugh, are you twelve? When are you letting that go?” You turn in your chair, putting your elbow on top of the back frame and you frown at him. 

Your eyes are starting to feel heavy. Today, much like everyday recently, left you feeling tired and defeated. 

Shigaraki only grins lecherously at your question.

You give him an unimpressed look and turn back to your paper with a deep sigh. 

“Dunno how much you know, or dug up about me—” And if you’re honest, you don’t really want to find out, “—but if you looked hard enough, you’d know that I was pretty much homeless after I turned eighteen, waiting for my scholarship application to go through. Didn’t have more than a suitcase with me, so none of the stuff you’ve seen in the… videos was—well, mine.”

He quirks a brow, letting the items he held drop back into your drawer and obnoxiously leaving it open for you to close later. 

Tomura’s pretty sure this is the first time you’d willingly told him anything personal about yourself. 

Not that he’d ever cared to properly listen before.

You hear him walking a few steps and stopping behind you, wondering what his deal is until he places a pair of slender hands on top of your shoulders and grips them firmly. Not very soft but not quite rough either. 

You’re immediately painfully aware of how intimate this feels, but he opens his mouth and the world rights itself.

“So… how much dick did you suck for a roof over your head back then?” He snorts, thankfully ruining the moment. 

You scoff, because lately it feels like… like you’re getting used to this. Getting used to him and his…  unusual personality. 

For him, a great sign. He’s winning the game, he’s breaking you down. For you? Not so much.

Shigaraki applies pressure on your tense shoulders and starts moving his hands unevenly, kneading his fingers into your stiff muscles until you realize it’s probably meant to be reassuring. 

“It’s alright. If you somehow manage to lose everything again,” he hints, “you could always blow me instead and I’m sure we can figure something—” 

You smack his arm repeatedly, face flushed in shame as he looks down at you and chuckles under his breath.

“God, you’re such a dick!” you yell, feeling hurt and turning away from him to hide it. This topic is especially sore to you because yeah—you really did suck dick to keep a roof over your head.

Sex is fine. Feeling like you have to sell yourself to some asshole in order for you to spend another night away from the cold streets isn’t.

“C’mon, I’m just fucking with you.” He pushes your head down in an attempt to tease annoy you further. “I wouldn’t have it in me to abandon my favorite toy anyway,” he quips but you completely ignore him and he shoots you a questioning glance.

He’s tall enough to tower over you while you sit, leaning into your vision field, white locks of hair falling to the sides of his face. You use your pointing finger to move his big fat forehead out of your way.

“I’m studying.”

“And I’m bored.”

“Go home then.”

He snorts. “Fuck no.” 

“Then it’s not my problem.”

“Oh it will be. You won’t like it if I go and have fun on my own.”

“Shigaraki, I’ve got the first exam in four days. Go entertain yourself like the big boy you are, and let me fucking study for my shit please. I reaaaally don’t wanna have to blow you if I fail and lose my scholarship,” you make a callback to his shitty joke and push his face away with your entire palm until he finally relents.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he says with a creepy lilt in his tone, giving you a foreboding smile before turning around and leaving.

You use your pen to scratch at your temples. “By the way… you’re not seriously planning to stay the night over. Right?”

He looks back at you and his smile only stretches wider.

“Ugh, fine but you’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Hah! You fucking wish.” Shigaraki waves you off, walking out of your bedroom. 

It’s really quiet for the next hour or so. 

Quiet enough for you to get up and investigate. Maybe the gods were kind for once and your apartment would be empty.

When you step into your living room, you freeze.

Click—click. Double click.

It hits you like a truck, driving at full speed. 

You do not have a fucking password, because you do not need a fucking password. Who the fuck would snoop through your PC? Taylor?

“What. The fuck. Are you doing?!”

“Uhh, entertaining myself?” He turns to face you, swiveling in your chair, with his left leg casually resting on top of the seat and his chin resting against his knee. “I was right tho’.” He smiles at you darkly, turning to scroll through the page and cackling maniacally. “Look at aaalll this dirty fucked up shit you’re into!”

Your blood physically drains from your face as you get closer and recognize several instances of your fanfic website being open in a bunch of different tabs.

Tabs containing different works you’ve bookmarked that not a single soul should’ve known about.

Sex is great.

Shigaraki Tomura finding out about your wildest fucked-up fantasies is absolutely criminal.

You’re so fucked.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Here for a fun little match up (and no rush at all).

I’m just curious.

The info requested;

Fandom- Tokyo Debunker

Name- Vex is fine

Pronouns- he/him or they/them

Sexuality- Pansexual

Zodiac- Leo

MBTI- INTP

Appearance- I’m a short fella at 5’ 2” and short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Skin is a bit tanned with some freckles on my nose. About 175 lbs. A tad plush but not overly so. And have feminine presenting features.

Likes- Good food (I’m a professional chef), painting, cats, exploring, rocks, smaller social events, mermaids, and just being creative in general.

Dislikes- Dishes. God forbid I hate dishes. Strict schedules. Ladybugs.

Personality- I’m a bit of a mixed bag. It really depends on my mood when I wake up and who I’m around as my emotions are a bit temperamental. Some days I’m pretty energetic and can accomplish just about anything- though I’m told those days I’m annoying as hell. Others, I’m pretty quiet and down to earth. I usually say whatever’s on my mind and love to joke around a lot. But as far as my personality goes? It just- depends.

Hobbies- I have every hobby under the sun at this point. Sewing, painting, jewelry making, drawing, writing, cooking, and really anything that lets me express a creative outlet.

Additional Information- Just have fun with this and no rush.

Hi Vex! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

Sho is definitely going to be initially attracted to your cooking. Then, over time, he’s going to realise he actually likes you as well. And your relationship goes from there.

Since you dislike doing the dishes, Sho’s more than happy to step in and help out. I think he finds doing to dishes relaxing after the chaos cooking can sometimes be so he doesn’t mind the chore as long as you keep him company.

He really appreciates that you’re so down to earth. It’s a nice change from the people he’s usually surrounded by (see: Hyde and Leo) and he likes being able to easily tell how you’re feeling.

Sho’s definitely more on the wild side and part of that means he enjoys exploring new places. Since this is also an interest for you, he’d love to take you out on Bonnie to some new location whenever he gets the chance.

Please make jewellery for him! He’s got a fondness for accessorising, and he’d love to be able to have pieces that remind him of you whenever he puts them on.

[via-rant]

Obrumbratio Scintillae

Chapter 4 -

Leo sat in the corner of the basement shaking. His back hurt like hell and he knew she'd come back any minute. He tried to find somewhere to hide but he couldn't, no matter how creative he got. He whimpered in fear when he heard the door open, closing his eyes, hoping he'd make it go away. He sat for a minute before opening his eyes when nothing happened. He looked at the door. It was still open leading to a dark room.

He stood up shakily and took a step forward. The pain was suddenly gone and he relaxed, not bothering to question it. Take the good while it lasted. He walked to the door and found... someone there. The room was full of machine parts and tools and he had to contain his excitement. The man looked at him and he flinched at how big he looked. How bruised and scarred he was. Leo's seen many people like that. It never ended well for him.

"Um... hi?" Leo asked trying to hide his fear.

"Oh! Hi. Leo right? I know you changed it."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Oh! My apologies. I'm Hepheastus. Your... dad."

"Oh! Oh..."

" 'Oh'?"

"Yeah... what do you want?"

"What? I'm not allowed to see my kids?"

"You are. You guys just have a knack for asking for favors with no benefits, so... what is it?"

"I don't like those dreams you have. The nightmares. I just wanted to make sure you had a nice one but I'm not really a dream God, so this is the best I could do."

"This is your version of claiming. Good to know."

"You're welcome to the tools and whatnot." He said and Leo wanted nothing more but how did he know he could trust him?

"Look. I know living at that Camp, you're convinced we're bad people. But I really do want the best for you and your siblings." He said and Leo sighed before going up to a table to start building. He did while trying to keep his hands from shaking, knowing Hepheastus was at another making something else.

He was glad he didn't try to start any conversation with him. Usually he'd prefer talking but sometimes the silence was nice. Especially in a place that reminded him of his mom. He smiled at the thought of her as his hands messed around with whatever in his hands.

"How did you and mom meet?" He asked. It was a question he wondered before but never got answered.

"One of my inventions went haywire and got to earth. I had to get it, obviously, but it nearly killed her."

"Oh that's nice to hear."

"Yeah... So I helped heal her when I shut it down and gave her what she needed. I went to check on her regularly until Zeus figured it out and forbid me from seeing her. Didn't know she was pregnant then."

"But I made sure to keep a close eye on her. I tried to see her a couple times but didn't know how she'd react to me just showing up again."

"So the solution is to not show up at all. Real logical."

"But how did you watch her?" Leo asked and he got up. He pulled out an old TV and tapped it. It flickered on and showed Leo being tended to by Luke.

"So since she... died you've been keeping an eye on me." He said connecting the dots.

"Okay, look, I know what you're thinking but I don't know how to talk to organic life forms."

"Sure." He said walking back through the door. He didn't go back to the corner. He was in the living room. Where she was sleeping on the couch. He snarled and pulled out the gun he made in the other room, pointing it at her.

"I'll just have to fight for myself then." A bullet flew throught the air.

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Luke stood with his hands in the air as Percy glared a him. Percy had the tip of his sword to his throat and Nicos at Percy causing the kid to stop.

"Nico. I-"

"Shut it. I don't care about what you have to say."

"I'm here to bring you back."

"Back? Are you insane?"

"Okay, I know it's not a good place for you. But neither is here."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know it's full of monsters? Including him?" He said like it was obvious.

"Luke isn't a monster! He saved my life!"

"Yeah for his own benefit! He's trying to get you to join his army!"

"Yeah no shit. Why do you think we're training so hard?"

"We?" He asked and looked at the bed. He glared at Luke again.

"Nico, you don't get it. He's evil. He's trying to take down the Gods. With everyone else here."

"I know." Nico never knew how to feel about that. Those are their parents and all of them are definitely not bad but the majority are. He hasn't heard of one whose been there for their kids. There were the Hunters but that was different. They only talk to their kids if they have something they need.

"And maybe that's a good thing." He said and Percy's face turned to surprise. Then he attacked Luke.

Luke pulled out his sword but only to protect himself. He had to admit Percy was a good fighter. Especially against 2 people. Especially against someone who was bigger than him. But he was losing anyway. Nico knocked his sword out of his hand and pushed him against the wall with his sword.

"You've gotten better but it's not enough."

"Nico, don't. Percy. I know-"

"Oh don't try to sweet talk me again bitch. Nico, please-"

"You seriously can't take a hint."

"Percy I get it-"

"Can you-"

"Can you guys please shut up?" They heard and turned to the bed. They all stood there not knowing what to do.

"Who is this guy?" He asked trying to sit up but Luke pushed him down again. Or tried to. Leo smacked his hand off and Luke raised a brow.

"I can move dude. I'm not dying." He said sitting up completely. There was something different about him.

"Who are you?" Percy asked and he looked at him

"Nicos best friend. Who are you?" The kid seemed to reel back at that one.

"This is Percy." Nico said quietly and Leo glared at him.

"Oh! Great! The hero wannabe huh?"

"Aren't we all."

"Fair. But still. What are we gonna do with him Commander?" Luke sat there staring at them not knowing what to do. He stared at Percy, who looked scared and helpless. He realized it took too long to respond when he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pen.

"Let him go." He responded quickly before he could do anything else.

Are you insane?! We can keep him for bait! We-

"Please shut up. Knowing Percy he'll probably find some way to get out. Besides, he's right. Being on this side is bullshit. You think I'm gonna sit here and watch these kids get hurt for my own gain? No. They've been through enough." He said and fogot there were other people there.

"Great. Our leader went insane." Leo said and Percy rolled his eyes. He almost said something but another second passed before a knife was plunged in his shoulder.

"You're annoying. Shut up." Leo said and the two looked at him in surprise. "We can use him as bait."

"Leo. What-" Nico tried and Leo smiled at him.

"We do what needs to be done." Luke was starting to regret saying that so much. Nico and Luke looked at each other, nervously. This wasn't Leo.

I like this kid.

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Getting to my favorite part!!

@moa-broke-me @yonemurishiroku @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid @potatoman-taterdude @the-demigod-slytherclaw @im-always-lost-in-a-book @stillcarmine @art-randomness @cryptic-ember

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Greetings, Your Grace. Welcome to the Royal Estate of King Charles Toyonaga I of Strangetown."

Leo Toyonaga and his little sister, Venisha Toyonaga, greeted the visitors to their uncle's estate with rigid formality.

"Hey, Leo! I brought that game over you wanted to borrow. Edana's doing witch stuff, so I can hang out with you until I have to pick up the kids."

Duke Ewan Goldman forgot to bow to his half-brother and instead greeted him with the casual gesture well known in the islands. His wife just sighed. Ewan was never one for formality, especially when it concerned his family, and it drove Edana up the wall. Formality had been drilled into her by her parents and her old coven until it was second nature. Her brother in law was never upset if Ewan was relaxed around him, but Edana knew that Leo knew the formalities Ewan was ignoring.

"Awesome! Josh is taking the younger kids to magic lessons later, so we have all afternoon," Leo exclaimed, returning his sibling's gesture. "Venisha was just leaving, I was going to see her out. Gee is meeting her boyfriend for the first time."

Ewan chuckled at the thought of that poor kid.

"Does he know that his future father in law is the Grim Reaper, or is that going to be a surprise?"

"I told him," Venisha huffed. "Daddy promised to be nice. He loves everyone who is madly in love."

Even Edana had to raise a disbelieving eyebrow at this.

"Does he feel that way about the person you're sleeping with, or just generally people in love?" she laughed. "Has he met Lukas yet, or God forbid, your grandfather? I think he might have a change of heart if both the Grim Reaper and Death itself came over for family dinner."

"Hey, Lukas is fine, once you get to know them," Leo protested. "I gotta defend my boss here. I'd be more afraid of what my dad thinks of him. Josh is still terrified of my dad and we've been married over a decade now. Either way, Gee's expecting her, so let's get a move on."

Ewan and Leo made their way to the living room, while Edana set about her own agenda.

Leo smiled as he passed a familiar picture in the hall. All this talk about the Grim Reaper and Death reminded him of his half-sister Anna. He'd grown up resenting the infant sister who had died and broken their shared father in a way he was only now starting to heal from. It wasn't Anna's fault their father, Vrai, had been an absent, resentful father to Leo growing up, but he'd still spent years blaming her all the same. Ever since she suddenly appeared to them as a reaper, Vrai smiled more, and being a father now himself, Leo understood. It was no excuse for Vrai to parent him like he had, but it was an explanation at least.

Leo and Anna had bonded the instant they met. They shared many traits regarding their spouses, their parenting styles and their opinion on their parents. He and Josh frequently met up with the Goldmans for dinner or games. Their family was a complicated one, but Leo wouldn't trade it for the world.

"So, how are things?" Ewan asked, opening a beer and handing one to his brother. "Josh is doing okay? I heard he had some coven meeting with the Maricourts. Edana wasn't thrilled with how it went."

"It is what it is," Leo replied. "Edana and Josh are never going to be friends. She was the worst bully to a man just trying to overcome a magical learning disability while supporting his pregnant husband. He tried to hide how he was feeling from me, but he can't. I know the things she said to him. Her brother too. I'm not sure who was meaner."

Ewan shrugged.

"She's changed alot over the years," he replied, immediately defensive of his wife. "When I met her, she was a different person. I was a different person. I mean, I used to be-"

"An entitled deadbeat dick?" Leo laughed. "Yeah, I remember. I wish I had recorded you demanding Dad hand over his title to you while he was still alive so you could seduce more people."

"Well, I do have the footage of you running out of your expensive arranged marriage with your fiancée's best man, almost making Vrai miscarry Venisha with a broken spell," Ewan teased, illiciting a laugh from his brother.

"Oh god, last year was the first year that Dad actually let me mention Josh and my's anniversary on Venisha's birthday," Leo groaned. "I wasn't allowed to talk about it still, but I think I might be making some progress with him. I hope. The man knows how to hold a grudge."

"Tristianne was the best of us," Ewan said solemnly, bowing his head. "If she was still here, she'd have our parents eating out of her hand. Even when she fucked up, she was still better than us."

Leo nodded sadly, raising his beer to the memory of his late sister.

"To Tristianne," he declared. "May we live lives worthy enough for her not to kick our asses when we die."

"And may Medora give you enough of her mother's attitude now that she's a teen," Ewan laughed, clinking their bottles together.

"Don't remind me. It seems like she's always up to something these days. She has a new boyfriend and Josh has been obsessed with making sure he's worthy of her. The poor kid's probably going to be scared away at this point."

"How's our favourite deity doing by the way? Things have been quiet in royal court meetings. Maura’s collection of tiaras hasn't been raided in months, or so the security report stated."

"Well, Lukas is obviously busy somewhere," Leo sighed. "They're always busy with some scheme. Varia and I haven't heard a peep in weeks. Just because we're the newest members of their chosen heritary line of champions, doesn't mean that I get reports from them. Even the reapers get status reports and compensation from Gee. Working for Life can be a pain in the ass."

Leo looked over his shoulder at the portrait of three of the deities worshipped by Strangetown. He'd tried to explain to his uncle that Lukas was the only valid deity in that picture, and that the demigods the Toyonagas had descended from weren't around to hear their descendants' prayers. According to both Lukas and Gee, the Toyonaga ancestors had vanished without a trace centuries ago. Still, the king didn't try to force his beliefs on Leo, so Leo extended the same courtesy to him.

"Ah, man, you know it's going to be epic whenever they do surface," Ewan teased. "Stolen jewelry, fire raining from the sky...I'm glad 'destiny' never chose me for anything more complicated than staying awake when Maura launches into one of her speeches."

"The Ocean will reign them in," Leo replied, earning an eye roll from his sibling. "There is always balance."

"Are you sure that you're not in a cult?" Ewan asked, only partially joking. "You, Vrai, and Varia all talk like you're in a cult passed down from parent to oldest child. You would tell me if Lukas ever asked you to drink the kool-aid, right? I don't want to lose another sibling to something stupid."

"I'll be sure to let you know the instant they ask. Didn't you say you brought that game over? Why are we wasting time when we could be playing? We only have a few hours before Josh is expecting me."

"Your Majesty."

Edana sank into a curtsy before the king. Charley only laughed in reply.

"Get up, you know that you bow or curtsy to no one here," he insisted. "You're like a daughter to me, an unofficial princess in my eyes."

Edana could feel her face flush despite her best efforts. It was true that he told her the same thing every time she bowed in his presence, but it still felt wrong to her. The Darktides were an ancient family, but one descended from piracy and dark magic. They held no land or titles; their name was all they had. Everything she had, she worked for. She didn't need anything material from the king, only his friendship. She and Ewan had everything they needed in each other and their kids.

"What brings you by? Not that I mind, of course. You haven't stopped in for awhile now. How are the kids?"

"Oh, up to their usual antics," Edana sighed. "Adam has a boyfriend that he's convinced that he's going to marry, and Remy is poorly trying to pretend she doesn't have a girlfriend. Elowen's report card was fairly good though. As long as they're not all failing or pregnant, I guess. Ewan says I'm too hard on them, but my dad was hard on me and I turned out fine."

"You should bring them next time," Charley insisted. "Leo's kids get bored easily and they could always use new friends."

Edana smiled. Leo and his husband Josh lived in the Strangetown castle by invitation of the king. The king himself had three children, Nick, who died years ago, Arthur, who had moved to Arkhelios with his wife Alicia to help the coven and Anneken, the heir to the throne. After losing so many people from his family, the king seemed desperate to keep his castle filled with guests and extended quarters to his nephew, Leo, and even to Edana herself. Everyone secretly wondered what Edana had done to earn her suite in the castle and truthfully, she had no idea. The king was lonely and she was alone, the last of the Darktides. The monarch had seen a trembling, pregnant young adult, holding the body of her dead brother and taken her in as a surrogate daughter. There were times that she caught him watching her with a sad expression, likely remembering the son and daughter in law he had lost, just as she did when she caught a glimpse of her parents reflected in her children.

Anneken had been overjoyed to have a sister figure and Leo was happy to see his grieving uncle make an attachment to someone again. Josh still held her at bay because of their...complicated college years, but even he was cordial whenever she came over.

"I came to ask a favour," Edana replied. "I...I want to visit my brother. If you allow it that is."

"Your brother? You don't need to ask my permission to visit the royal cemetery, you've always had it," Charley said. "It's not open to the public, Edana, and you are not the public. You can go there anytime you wish."

Edana's eyes fell to the floor as she thought about how to phrase her request.

"I know, I just...just thought that maybe, someone would have to accompany me. As part of protocol. So I wouldn't be alone."

Charley nodded, finally understanding her request.

"Well, I could send a guard with you, but you know what? I haven't paid my respects to my mothers or Nick in a few months. I'll come with you and visit them while you visit your family. I would rather not go there alone either."

Edana flushed with gratitude, smiling at the king.

"Thank you. I asked if Ewan wanted to come visit his sister in her tomb, but he declined."

"Well, we all grieve differently," Charley said softly. "My brother would go every month to visit his daughter's grave like clockwork, but now that she has returned to us as a reaper, the cemetery is far too quiet. We need to lead Strangetown by example and visit our ancestors and lost ones regularly while also leaving offerings to the gods."

Edana nodded enthusiastically, but said nothing in reply. He was right, she didn't do nearly as much as she should for the gods and rarely thought of her ancestors outside of her immediate family. The only family she ever thought about was her husband, her kids, and her brother. Maybe that was the reason for the dreams she'd been having. The ones where Adam screamed her name over and over until she woke up drenched with terror. It was probably nothing, but the intensity of the dreams frightened her. It never hurt to double-check that nothing was wrong.

[cowvboyenema]

EEMDROB dirk too please. i am a cop

Under the cut, because I <3 my dash and feel compassion for my mobile warriors

DAVE

no listen, i get it rose, i know the whole "Your prevalent daddy issues can only rear their head so many times before this relative hydra of parental responsibility gets you labeled as, dare I say it, a parent." shpiel like the back of my hand, im not into it right now

you can just be casual bros with a man who happens to look like you, im not taking him under my wing and tucking him in to bed, lending the final couch out so i can shiver miserly on the rooftop

im just kind of hanging

its fun, you know?

its been a while since i was dipshit dave with no responsibilities, who my kid brother thinks is fun to chill with

im always celebrity dave, or this dave, or that dave

its nice just relaxing and fucking around with yiffin, i dont get to just fuck around and ramble at people who understand what im saying anymore

its been real nice

...

...

yeah yeah, i know, forgot about the perils man, you warned me about the stakes

hes got his own brother shit to figure out, im not forcing myself on him, i just remember being alone and responsible and fucking things up a lot myself, god forbid a man reach out and say he understands too and also if you have time im trying to fuck up drunk jenga so if you could kick the shit out of my hand while you stumble my pile over that would be great

DIRK

okay, if were joining ship point fingers at dave and his open daddy issues HES not fair, he is LITERALLY my little brother

you want me to be mean to my little brother?? my tiny tyke??? youre fucked

...

..

no i know hes not dirk, and im not going around slangin shoulders with him or whatever dumb bullshit youre thinking about but

its complicated man

like i masturbate but i dont cum, its like a power thing-

lmaoo stop stop stop okay chill

hes nothing to worry about, its just like

hes my baby bro if some horrible end of the world thing happened, and its not like i can be the dude he knew, were two different dudes, but hes sort of like

you know

hes my little bro

im not his guy, hes not mine, and in the middle hes my little brother and im his big, so who fucking cares if we piddle around each other nervously for a while

i think youre looking at this from the wrong light man

its dirk

yeah yeah i know you know it's dirk, but i mean its DIRK

if he wants to hang with me and fuck around thats literally not my choice, little man has his way of getting things, so why fight that shit when i could be nosing in for quality movie time

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Slashing Through Your Trauma Pt 2

Notes: I started writing this a while back as a "fix it" fic for Scream 2 and Freddy VS Jason, and a chunk of it was sitting in my drafts. So, I said, its Friday the 13th, I don't have anything to do, and I wanna do this today. So, here's a small update on my Hallie & Kia centered universe.

We Are Not Dead

It was a nice getaway location, to be honest. One thing her research had taught her over the years was that sometimes, the legends of towns were simply that, and it seemed that this was the case with the Crystal Lake Killer. Throwing herself into looking up past murders in the town and piecing together how they seemed to have been able to occur, she concluded that obviously, someone had been an active serial killer or a duo/team in the 80’s, and either went on in their older years or passed down their legacy, or inspired a copycat. “It happens,” Mickey said.

“I uninvite your voice in my mind,” she said, in response to hearing him. After a soft scoff and gentle laughter, the voice left. All that remained was a curious librarian, whom Hallie offered merely a forced smile, and quickly turned away.

She had listened to reports on the way to Cunningham County. It mostly sounded like notions. One thing about it that took away her ability to believe were the accounts of some of the murders and some of the alleged reports of self defense. Some of the killings seemed unbelievable for somebody to be able to do unless they were exceedingly strong, yet people insisted it was some type of person who lived in the woods, possibly in a cabin, maybe feeding off of the plants and creatures… Physically, Hallie doubted if such a person would sustain enough strength to pull off some of this. It was more likely that someone went on hunting trips in these woods and used this Jason Voorhies legend as a scapegoat.

Besides, Jason Voorhies had been declared dead. Yes, someone found his mother's remains after her vengeful murder spree, but there was nothing to indicate that he was alive and committing murders in her honor. And, had he been alive, they likely would have been committing the murders together, before her demise…

A mother and her son, committing murder made her think of Mickey again and Mrs. Loomis. That made her think about the information in his personal things. Messages to the woman about someone he was interested in. “She thinks she's too good for me. Maybe she can see what I am. She'll become a therapist, if I let her. But, I don't intend to let her. I don't plan on letting her walk away from me, thinking that I'm some guy who wanted her in college and never got her. I'm gonna be the last person who touches her, when I snuff out her light.”

He had photos and videos of her. He had others that he told about her on the forums. She was Sidney’s best friend. Being close t0 her could get him closer to Sidney. If he could manage to gain her trust, he might have a door opened to Sidney. Sidney didn't trust a lot of people, but somehow, she trusted this one…

“Do you need help?” The librarian asked.

Hallie gave her a look, that was both irritated and confused, then noticed her hands were gripping the table tightly. She relaxed.

“I'm just looking up some information about the Crystal Lake Killer. Disturbing imagery. I suppose it made me tense up.”

“Are you another reporter, or.. God forbid, another podcaster?”

Hallie laughed, “No, no. Nothing so colorful. I'm a therapist. I'm doing this in my free time, just for studying.”

The librarian looked excited, “A therapist! Well, lady. This place sure could use one. Not sure where they find the ones they send to the survivor group, but they never stay. Those poor people have to lean on each other more than they can a doctor.”

“Oh. I'm not…” Hallie began to reiterate that this was a h0bby and not work, but the librarian gave her a pull ticket from the community board. She accepted it and watched the woman go to the counter to help someone. “W.A.N.D. Survival Union” and according to her phone, their meeting would be soon.

She was certain that she had done enough research for the time being, so she thought it couldn't hurt to pass by and perhaps peek in.

“We Are Not Dead!” Were the first words she saw, in bright blue letters on a yellow banner. The Fairy Godmother from the old Cinderella cartoon was on it, doing her magic thing with her wand… oh. W.A.N.D. We Are Not Dead. Got it… but Miss Bippity Boppity Boo? I guess…

The first face she saw was a white male, dark hair and eyes, a beard, pointy nose, and a sweater vest. “Hello. Are you here for WAND?” He asked. He was holding an iPad and a stylus.

“I'm just looking around,” she said, committing his face to memory, then breaking eye contact. “I'm studying the Crystal Lake Killer for…”

“A podcast?”

“No! Why is that the first thing that people here think?”

“I'm sorry. It's the most common reason that people come to Crystal Lake, well, after going down to the old campsite to explore. For college then?”

“For studies. I'm a therapist. I have a doctorate. If I had a podcast, it would be professional psychiatric information.” She was looking at him again and noted that he looked sad.

“Are you studying the killer, or those of us who got away?”

“I don't look into survivors uninvited.” She took a deep breath. “I survived a murderer too.” His eyes darted to her chest and she covered her scar. “And I study killers who seemingly repeat their acts or are copied by others.”

The man nodded gently. “Well. Of course, you're welcome to stay. Meeting's starting late today. I texted all of the usuals. Not everybody is a Jason survivor, so, don't feel isolated. If there's anyone who knows how it is… just… living with it all, it's this Slasher Survivor Support group.”

“Can I ask you why your group has the Fairy Godmother on the banner?”

He laughed and held his side. “Well, when it began, from what I know, there was a nice little lady conducting the meetings and one of the member’s kids made it as a gift.”

“The librarian said that therapists come and go through here. Was the Godmother one?”

“She was before my time, but she passed away, and I believe it's been a revolving door since.”

Hallie nodded and after watching sweater vest set up for a few minutes, realized that Camp Crystal Lake was close enough for her to see. Maybe there were still traces of a crime scene there. “Well, maybe I can catch the next one. I should go.”

He frowned, “Okay. Sure! Next one will be on time.” His smile returned. She left without giving her name or getting his. She drove away without looking back.

.

“Mmmm… Look at those buns!” Kia said, as she rolled up to the refreshment table that he was bending over, still setting up. She watched him blush under her stare and bit her lip. “They look scrumptious.”

“You are so bad!” He said, unable to stop smiling. He grabbed one of the honeybuns from the table. “I know they're your favorite,” he said, presenting it to her.

“You should know these are my favorite,”she chimed and reached behind him to grab a handful of his mostly nonexistent buttcheek.

“I appreciate the flattery,” he told her and kissed her on the nose. “That's my favorite.”

She smiled and his heart stopped just looking at her. So beautiful. One of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. One of the hottest girls from school. Kia Waterson.

Once upon a time, he had a crush on her best friend. It wasn't that he found Kia unattractive, not by a longshot. He found her unattainable. A girl like that would never look twice at him on his best day, and she made sure that he knew it back then. She was a mean girl. Shallow and superficial in looks and company. The fact that they were friends, he'd always wondered about, before he got to know her. Kia was insecure. She didn't feel beautiful enough. Again, not because she wasn't, but because there weren't a lot of affirmations for beauty like hers in Springwood, Ohio. So, she harped on her looks, scrutinized others, and kept her nose up high just in case anybody might see through her and find that girl, desperate for attention and adoration.

She even once considered having work done on her nose! Finding that out angered him. He was grateful every time he looked at her that it never came to be. A lot of things never came to be. But, one thing that did, and he was even more grateful about - she came to be his. The unattainable Kia Waterson had fallen in love with a nerd in a sweater vest, Charlie Linderman.

“Oh! You'll never believe what happened earlier…” he started. She had a mouth full of honeybun, so she wasn't in any position to guess. “Another Black woman came in here!” Kia's eyes widened and she started trying to swallow to ask more, but he kept talking. “She wasn't a podcaster. She was a therapist. And a survivor. She had a scar on her chest and she was…” he stopped. “Sad. She was really sad. And maybe scared. She sat for a bit, then sped off in an RV.”

Finally finished, she asked, “Was she pretty?”

“She was an older woman.”

“A pretty older woman?”

“Well. Yes.”

“Ugh!”

He laughed, “She wasn't prettier than you! Why is this even a topic?”

“I don't know. You might try to swap me out for a pretty, older lady whose body..” Kia's smile slowly faded. “I'm just teasing. I know you wouldn't do that.” She said the words like a question, needing some reassurance. That insecure girl inside..

Charlie got on his knee beside her chair and said, “If I had to stay in this position for the rest of my life just to see your face, I would. I would never let you go, Kia. Or give you up.” She leaned forward in her chair to kiss him, honeybun on both their lips now.

[living000dying]

i want to be happy

things are good! they're going well!

i did my final injection at the gp's office and now i'm gonna be doing them myself from now on, i'm proud of me!

i did some writing today, that's great!

i'm starting my new job in a couple of weeks, i'm visiting my friend next week for a few days, i have potential freelance work coming in, maybe!! still not 100% but i'm allowing myself to feel positive about the potential

but i still have to live with someone who just drains all the positive energy out of the room and blames me when it upsets me and ruins my mood

and i feel pressured to spend time around them because if i don't i get berated for not 'spending time with everyone', but when i do try to spend time with everyone it's the most uncomfortable, boring, soul-sucking thing

and i'm gonna have to save for 10 years or something ridiculous to buy a house or move out and have enough savings to not be constantly struggling without outside support

the idea of living with a roommate i don't know is horrible and the only people i know who've done that have had disastrous results, and the only person i'd maybe consider living with doesn't have a job atm so it's not viable

i just wanna live my life and do my things and then come home and be able to relax in a nice comfy positive environment

i'm really trying to be positive about the positive things but it's so hard when i feel like i go back home and then just get stifled and have to pretend to be emotionless just to appease someone. because god fucking forbid they think i'm upset or annoyed at their constant negativity, because then i'm the rude judgemental one

[rengokuswif3]

The Pillars When Sick

Tengen Uzui

He is SUCH a pain in the ass while he’s sick

He likes to act sicker than he actually is to get extra special treatment from you and the rest of his wives

He whines a lot and is definitely that sick person to have a bell to alert the others he needs assistance. Like he will ring the damn bell so much you grab it and chuck it out the window, which only results in more whining from him

He will want all 4 of you to cuddle with him, yes he might get you sick but HE WANTS LOVE DAMMIT HE DOESNT FEEL GOOD

Giyu Tomioka

Literally the only normal one here and won’t be stubborn or obnoxious, he’ll just sleep the sickness off

He does want a lot of hot soups and teas, which isn’t a problem for you because he’s so sweet you want to take care of him

He doesn’t like to bother you so when he needs something he’s VERY hesitant

���Y/N? Um…sorry but could you please get me another blanket?”

Like YES BABY I CAN-

Shinobu Kocho

Sick? What is sick? She doesn’t get sick. She treats people who get sick. She doesn’t get sick herself

Like god forbid she catches a sickness from one of her patients, cause she’ll deny that she’s sick until she’s literally about to collapse

“You know for a doctor you don’t seem to care about your health all that much.”

“Im healthy, that’s why, I don’t get-ACHOO…sick-“

Muichiro Tokito

Actually never gets sick. Like when he does it completely knocks him down for days, but he really doesn’t get sick very often

“Well you like to sit outside in the rain all the time so that’s probably why you got sick.”

“That can’t be it-“

Will also peacefully sleep through the sickness and be a good patient, like he’s no a complainer at all and he’s actually super sweet when he’s sick

Like he’ll give you puppy eyes to come snuggle with him, and you’ll think he’s being all sweet but really he’s stealing your warmth-

Sanemi Shinaguzawa

Just drug this man, seriously. Give him some sedatives cause he REFUSES to be sick, you have to constantly yell at him to rest

Like he could be dying and still outside training his ass off and he’s extra pissy since he’s sick so he just screams at everybody until he loses his voice and you have to drag him back to bed

He’s especially angry that he can’t taste anything, like it just irritates him to no end. He groans a whole bunch about how he can’t breathe out of his nose, all his muscles ache, he’s still cold, just EVERYTHING

Like literally just knock him out-

Obanai Iguro

Also doesn’t get sick often at all, he’ll try to push through it when he does get sick but he knows his limit and when it’s time to relax and get better so he can get back to fighting

He’s kind of mad he can’t do anything himself and you have to make him his food and bring him everything cause he can’t get out of bed

But he won’t take it out on you, sure he might complain a bit but he won’t be super pissed or anything

Really likes cuddles when he’s sick, one of the only times he’ll let you be the big spoon cause he’s too tired to argue and honestly it feels kinda nice for a change

Gyomei Himejima

SWEETEST PATIENT

Definitely cries cause he feels like absolute shit, and it makes you feel even worse about him getting sick so you wait on him hand and foot, but then he feels bad you’re running around doing everything for him-

I’m sorry I don’t know a lot about him that’s all I got-

Kyojuro Rengoku

First of all, he is SO UPSET HE CANT TASTE FOOD. Like he’ll be eating the ramen you made him and just let out a sad “Tasty…”

For once he’s not overly energetic, like his eyes are a bit duller and he can’t keep up his permanent smile cause dude is exhausted and doesn’t feel good

He still sticks to a schedule despite needing more rest, like he’ll still wake up at the crack of dawn and go downstairs and drink his morning tea outside on the porch and you have to drag him back to bed because he needs to SLEEP

Mitsuri Kanroji

Cries when she’s sick, %100

Like she just feels miserable and just wants hugs and kisses to make her feel better. Maybe not on the mouth cause she doesn’t want to get you sick but she really wants some forehead kisses

Will want to have her head in your lap at all times, and she groans and cries when you have to get up

But like, give her some food and she’ll feel a lot better and isn’t so miserable. Food cures everything-

[beyondspaceandstars]

A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

Masterlist

You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

taglist note: i chose not to tag in this work b/c it is an AU and was unsure if people were comfortable with being tagged in such.

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𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 (𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ eddie brock x fem! reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ just some more fluff and characterization

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ none

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i do these so that you can see how i characterize different characters so that you're not confused when i write for them

join the gang!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

I feel like what he finds most attractive about his partner is more of their quirks of faults. Like being clumsy or forgetful. And it's not because it makes you different or gives him a reason to pick on you. It's more or less what makes him more comfortable with you, he embraces imperfect over perfect any day.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I feel like Eddie would want a family, be such a good girl dad I am just saying. Like protective as all hell, is the parent that will watch a baby sleep just to make sure that they're alive even though they're perfectly healthy. The biggest cheerleader in every single thing they do even if it's like the band. Will stand and cheer like someone at a football game at the end of the concert. Although I also feel like he would need breaks to be by himself sometimes when dealing with venom never leaving his thoughts and then the kids getting loud or upset. Just needs a nap and a drink of water.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Eddie can go either way loves to fall asleep with his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat but also loves to hold you like a stuffed animal and roll you around the bed in his sleep. He does not sleep still, I just know he doesn't. So you'll fall asleep with his head on your chest and wake up to him on the floor if you're on the couch or wake up to his head knocking into yours in bed.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Depending on the date, an anniversary he is gonna do something really nice like go somewhere more elegant or fancy even though he absolutely hates places like that. But most nights it's watching a movie, going bowling, going to an arcade, or going to some hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he finds.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my happy place. This man is so stressed almost all of the time, between work and dealing with the parasite in his body he gets angry a lot because of the stress. So to just relax with you or have you reason with him to settle him down is exactly what he needs. Or even better is when you have to therapy both him and Venom to get them to settle down.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It would take him a while to realize he was in love with you and allow himself to love you, so definitely after your first kiss. Which he would wait to do just because he wouldn't wanna rush anything at all. Gentleman vibes but not the creepy kind. Also, the voice in his head telling him to quit messing shit up.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Physically and mentally, shockingly enough even though he is awful at verbally communicating anything he is kind of like a golden retriever. Feels bad and cares way too much about your feelings, even the little ones he tries his best with what he knows to make you feel better. He tries to be really gentle not to hurt your feelings and god forbid anyone else to hurt your feelings. Physically he is gentle when the time is right when it really matters because other than that the two of you play fight like there is no tomorrow.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Intertwined fingers and will have it no other way. Makes fun of and cringes at people who hold hands palm by palm. Anytime you do that he acts like a child and curls his arm away from yours just to get away from the feeling. Will not tolerate holding hands like you're gonna arm wrestle.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

That you made him nervous and not in a completely bad way. Like before meeting you he got a nervous gut feeling, then he met you and realized you were causing him to feel weird. But after actually becoming slightly comfortable afterward he realized that you weren't a totally bad nervous.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

YES. He believes in space, completely fine with the do your own thing bit because of healthy relationships. But if he ever sees some other guy talking to you for way too long or getting too close he is immediately all over you like he has not seen you in months. Will relentlessly make fun of the guy speaking to you. I mean directly in front of him. No fucks given, not a single one.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?

Does not believe in little tiny pecks on the mouth, will literally count seconds in his head to make sure it's not considered one. He initiates the first kiss, the two of you are standing outside of the apartment you live on the steps. Isn't sure what to do after you hug because he realizes he is still holding onto your arms. Just pulls you forward like that and kisses you. If anyone else is trying to go up the stairs at this point he just waves a hand to go around.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I imagine one of those situations where you're making fun of each other and you say "I hate you" and he says "I love you too" and you just loving pick on him for saying that he loves you. Of course, he finds it funny but then actually says that he means it once you're done being an ass.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The first time the two of you ride on his bike together. He's just super excited to scare the fuck out of you. What he did not realize he would get a kick out of is you squeezing him tightly and just staying as close to him as physically possible even when you're at a stoplight. Of course, he is speeding and ramping over shit in the alleyways but still.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

I feel like he is more of a whats mine is yours. So gives you his clothes all the time, trades phones with you kinda deal. But will also pick up little pieces of jewelry for you every so often and provide you with your favorite things a lot.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Yellow, bright fucking yellow. Simply because he calls you sunshine when you're getting frustrated or are beginning to get angry. It just became a thing, so he will jokingly get you yellow stuff.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Babe is his go-to other than baby if we are talking like actual nicknames. But most other times it's joking shit like dumbass, fuckhead, sunshine, and whore.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I don't feel like he has one of these? I guess in secret he would probably be into writing in really old cursive and perfecting it just because he likes it the way it looks.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Sleep. I dare you to get his ass out of bed when it's raining, it's sleeping or sex or all of the above he is not getting out of that bed for anything that is not a necessity.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He is horrid at expressing his own feelings. Will literally just pout and walk around until he is over it. But usually, you can catch him and sit him down, just hold him and mess with his hair and he will stop pouting enough to talk, and that makes him feel better. For you, he tries to be there and let you openly discuss your feelings. Gives you anything you want when you need cheering up because he cannot stand to see you in anything less than happiness.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He loves to talk about his journalism stories with you, just spending hours bouncing ideas back and forth. Word changes as well or when he can't think of a word coming up with some different variations of words. He also loves making fun of things and people with you.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Quiet, so sleeping or laying in a dark room with his eyes closed, frequent headaches so that all helps him. Always likes to have you around because that adds to the relaxation of the whole experience.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off?)

You more than anything else, he knows he is not the most successful nor friendly nor winner of the world. But he does like to run around with you and show everyone that yeah his life is not perfect but you fucking are.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Has no plan, not a single one. But leaves the ring in the pocket of his pants, so you're doing his laundry and find it. You wear it until he notices that you have been wearing it and then asks you to marry him even though you have clearly already said yes.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Naughty Naughty by Danger Danger

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Shotgun wedding, literally the day he proposes the two of you go get married because who needs all that planning and waiting and family. Not Eddie Brock that's for damn sure.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He's already stuck with Venom and his chickens so he has enough pets and does not want more.