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i need something i cant identify so deeply and intrinsically. surely the answer will be found by scrolling social media 14hrs a day
#my brain is truly so dead#i am so locked into just Surviving#and numbing it all out w screens and drinking
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oh the TGCF ad is so good it's actively upsetting skdjdkjdd
#(exhausted thumbs up covered in blood) survived volume 2#actively terrified for them to adapt volume 4#thank goodness the rest of the season is adapting volume 3#ĺćĺblogging#black water arc will be devastating but at least it'll be fun. I am SO excited for mr peng âhas beleaguered side character on lockâ yao#to give us his ming yi. mhm. yeah it's going to be SO cathartic metatextually#I've been thinking about why black water arc feels less painful than the flashback volumes beyond like the scope of the tragedy#and I think it's a lot in part due to distance#because it feels like we're watching black water arc from a distance/remove (eating popcorn) because hualian are just kinda there#observing. as one does. but the flashback volumes have no layer of remove. it's just the ćŻć°´äşäşş question over and over again until you break#all things considered it was really impressive that they got volume 2 done in 6 episodes without abridging it too much#but also thank goodness they got it done in 6 episodes any longer and my nerve was going to begin to fail me
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thinking about the fact school starts in around 2 weeks. i'm not ready to go back to hell
#i feel so exhausted#my energy levels are lower than they ever have been before#i want to lock myself in my room and just write#just write for days#no eating no sleeping just writing#just sitting there and writing#i can't go back to school#i can't go back to hating myself or the stress or everything#oh god i need to start thinking about college this year#im not ready for that#what the fuck am i gonna do after high school?#i can't live by myself#if i live by myself i'll forget to eat and starve to death#im such a physical and mental mess that i can't survive like that#im so fucked#so so fucked
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just got the time to start the sunshine court and I'm Vibrating out of my skin
#i did not think it was possible for me to like a character this much three chapters into a book#i might actually end up liking Jean better than Neil which is saying a Lot#something about a character whose route to survival had to be giving in and staying small instead of fighting back or running away#something about a character who has been taught to lock up their emotions for years or suffer the consequences#something about a character who is resigned to what happens to them because that's the only way they can survive in their environment#I am desperately hoping that Jean learns how to be ANGRY outwardly without permission.#I need that boy to be able to Rage out loud and do it MESSY#because I'm not convinced he's going to be able to really smile until he does#Also I'm really appreciating both the Renee and Thea content we've desperately needed more of both of them and they showed up so quick#privately hoping both stay present for a while but tbh i'm just excited for where this is headed#Anyways I also just fixated on Jean Moreau then discovered that (SPOILERS) he's 19???? Almost the same age as me??? hate riko hate riko HAT#anyway sorry riko enjoyers i know he's Complicated but I never liked him in the first place#and this book is making me look forward to his death even more than I did when I first read aftg. So.#listen i know he has Issues. I know Ichirou killing him without a second thought is probably the cruelest way that he personally can die#I also want him dead and gone. Those statements can and should coexist imho.#the sunshine court#jean moreau#really looking forward to finding out more about Jeremy too#this is gonna be a wild ride#jeremy knox#all for the game#love how nora's writing and characters can grab me in a chokehold and refuse to let me go thank you nora for the food
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moodboard. just my mood in general
#have been thinking of various gay gay gay scenarios but im also very aware that nothing lgbt is going to happen to me any time soon#for various reasons mainly how forcibly isolated i am by my parents and also im not really able to form crushes right now#due to the fact that im constantly in survival mode and dissociating so much so im just locked off from forming romantic feelings. but also#on the other hand i am genuinely a little bit in love with all of my friends and if any friend was like hey do you want to kiss or mess#around a bit while still just being friends id be like yes â¤ď¸ so its like. thinks about gay shit vaguely
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i swear guys at some point im gonna stop posting about harrowhark âhorrible little goblinâ nonagesimus. at some point im gonna be Super Normal about this literal bag of malevolent bones. itâs going to happen, i swear. just as soon as she starts being normal about other girls
#im sorry for posting so much tlt tho genuinely#it's just that it has literally taken over my mind#im so obsessed with all these gay little characters and their little personal journeys of Extreme Suffering#i am unlikely to survive the release of alecto the ninth at this rate#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#tlt#the locked tomb#harrowhark nonagesimus
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also cringefail double vent posting over things that are not actually that big of a deal once again lol but i am so fucking miserable today in ways i donât even know how to articulate. i need to move out. i know exactly where i want to live but they raised rent $300 and i canât afford that but i want to live by myself so badly but my parents are adamant that i canât bc i canât drive and im a âdiminutive inexperienced young womanâ and i want to punch something. i read half of the drivers manual and cried reading it which is fucking stupid bc it s just the drivers manual. but i want to move out so bad. i hate sharing a room with my sister and im not getting the new room anymore bc we donât have money to finish it up bc my mom is still sick and no one knows whatâs wrong with her and she has to get all these tests. i never have a space i can go to thatâs just quiet. i donât want noise. i donât want to block out noise with more noise. i want QUIET. i donât want to be afraid to go into rooms or hear noises i donât want to hear. and i donât want to be living here for the three extra months itâll take me to ng et my permit. im just done. i donât want to live here!!! and things at work suck and are exhausting and draining and so unbearably overwhelming and i feel terribly lonely and disconnected from everyone and small and scared and i donât have energy to fix any of it or explain whatâs going on or ask for help or get a therapist or whatever. and i keep pulling muscles in my neck. and i want to go to sleep!!!!!!
#purrs#also 3 years ago today i found out i was getting sent home from brighton because of covid. FUCK covid. i am so lucky i havenât gotten covid#and i hope i never ever get it but this pandemic truly ruined my life in some ways. why am i 24 sobbing hysterically over studying for a#test 15 year olds pass with ease. why am i terrified to step out into the world and do whatever. because being locked down for a fucking#year and a half made me lose hope over and over again until i couldnât bear to have hope anymore thatâs why. and now i guess i can again but#thereâs nothing there to work with and part of me doesnât want to work with anything anyway. i just am stuck in survival mode. i donât want#to just survive. but every day is like being blasted with a firehose and im exhausted and overstimulated all the time and nothing feels#fully real and i just donât have the energy to try to change things so i surrender to it or something. idk. itâs not like im the only person#experiencing that and that should help. but it doesnât. im so angry about what this fucking nightmare pandemic stole from me and how i will#never recover from it or if i do it wont be for decades probably. and i can do things to fix it all right now but instead i want to be angry#delete later#also i probably will never feel comfortable being around even 1 person without an n95 mask even if covid goes away. which it wonât. so lol
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Currently fucking around, and finding out with my AU.
Jay and Zane finally reconcile.
You have no idea how excited I am now that I'm finally writing the scene I've been thinking about since like January
Can't wait to share the full chapter with yall
(Context in the tags)
#Hi welcome to the context of this scene let's just start immediately:#Okay so#Zane lashed out in Jay's and Nya's face when he found out about Echo and small bits of Skybound#And Zane doesn't talk to them because of it unless it's for their own survival#Jay and Nya can't look Zane in the eye or even be neat him#They immediately glance away#This goes on for 8 whole days#During which Echo dies#And Zane starts blaming himself for it even tho he couldn't do anything#(even tho he couldn't do anything but old brothers am I right?)#And by this point Zane isn't even mad at Jay and Nya anymore#He's had time to think about *why* they even hid Echo from him#And after he listened in on them explaining the events of Skybound to everyone else while he was busy repairing Echo (before he died)#He suddenly started feeling horrible about himself#He couldn't bring himself to blame Jay and Nya or be mad at them#Because they tried to just forget about Nadakhan and run away from those memories#Something he's all too familiar with#Last time he tried to forget and runaway from trauma#It resulted in the events of Ninjago:Decoded#In which he locked the memory of his death so well#That it evolved to become the Digital Overlord virus again#And it almost cost him his life#But Jay and Nya were there for every step of the way until he regained proper control over himself#And he feels especially bad because Jay and Nya don't have the excuse of being a nindroid#So yeah that's it#ninjago#zane julien#jay walker#nya smith#Chapter 1 of TSP:Hunted is almost done and I can't wait to finish it (currently sitting at 9.7K words and breaking 10K is a guarantee lol)
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Whyyyyy is getting myself out of a pre spiralling state so much harder than an actual spiral
Like when Iâm already at my lowest I can eventually go âalright, enough crying you useless dishrag, thereâs shit that needs to be done, go wash up and then eat or god help meââ
But when Iâm only at the point where my anxiety is still brewing and the thoughts are still mostly quiet, getting up is like wading through molasses, like my brain wants me to keep rotting away in bed until I do end up spiralling. Iâve been awake for almost 3 hours and havenât even gone to the bathroom yet, and no matter how much I try to distract myself because I really, really donât want to have a breakdown today, I can think of nothing else but how terrified I am. Itâs all consuming and I just canât stopâŚ
#I need time to freeze. for a year at least#Iâm not ready yet. Iâm not#I canât handle it. I can barely go outside without feeling impossibly out of place. like Iâm being judged by everyone#even though I know they arenât#how the fuck am I going to survive four years of college. how#maybe it would be easier if I had some form of emotional support but I donât#my family doesnât care and my friends wonât be there#I donât have anyone#only so many people who tell me nothing but that Iâm exaggerating and need to stop being such a wuss#or that I need mood stabilisers and a mental hospital#maybe I just need someone to hold my hand like Iâm a child again#or to be held as I cry through it without being ridiculed#or just.. a chance at some other life where I wouldnât be⌠what I am#and wouldnât have to slave away for a degree Iâll hate for a job I wonât be able to handle#what a miserable existence that sounds likeâŚ#and because Iâm aspec in literally every manner possible I wonât even have people who could brighten it up#because I donât want them. because Iâm so averse the thought of making friends makes me sick#but how can someone be so averse and yet so lonely at the same time?#I canât be both at the same time. it becomes a loop. a cycle. one building off the other#with no chance of escape#I⌠I really donât know if Iâll make it this time#I somehow managed to finish school by some goddamned miracle. this.. is something completely different#itâs bigger. scarier. locking me into a life path I donât want to go down#a life I barely even want to live#âŚâŚ.#I should go try to eat something#that might.. do something to help me refocus on smth else. at least for a little while#if I manage to get up. that is
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Amity parkers are feral and insane
-Gothamites.
Somehow, someway, Casper high finds their selves in Gotham.
It could be a field trip or a ghost shoved them in a portal, doesn't matter, they're in Gotham.
As they arrive in Gotham, the Casper teachers decide to turn this into something educational and hire a tour guide from Gotham Academy (or was it Gotham university? I forgot) GA agrees and also Sends some of their students to partner up with the amity parkers as a sort "buddy" and to hopefully teacher em the ways of surviving in Gotham.
To the gothamites, the amity parkers look like children who have never been exposed to crime in their life, never been mugged, never been been kidnapped.
But the truth is, compared to the BS amity is used to, Gothams issues are like kindergarten.
First thing the tour guide hears when she greets Casper high Mr lancer telling them to, "Please don't walk into danger, please don't try and provoke the joker, I know he's a bitch but still. If you find yourself in a tricky situation, do not hesitate to punch yourself to freedom, but ABSOLUTELY NO CRITICAL HITs these are NORMAL people they're not like us or the ghosts, they will not survive. Please do not give phantom problems, He's already failing in class he doesn't need more problems"
Its important to keep in mind that:
amity parkers and ghosts are buddies now.
The Ambient ectoplasm gave them a form of super strength, also making it so that they are able to touch ghost.
They join the ghost brawls everyone in a while and has some wins.
Most, if not all are liminal in a way.
Everyone knows that Danny is phantom but have signed an NDA that says they aren't allowed to tell anyone who isn't a native amity parker who he is.
Things is, The gothamites don't know about this and take it as if Mr lancer and the students are underestimating Gotham. So as a from of pettiness, all the Gotham students decided to bring their amity partner to the most dangerous places they can think of.
Niky has lead sam into a park that poison ivy frequents. Of course, poison ivy is there but instead of running away in fear like niky expected, Sam runs up to ivy, complements her and joins the path of eco terrorism.
Tucker and his partner Vic finds himself in the middle of a riddler attack, locked in a room with no way out, a countdown timer with 20 secs remaining and a riddle in a computer.
Vic is panicking as he tries to figure it out, he looked to tucker for help. Tucker just shrugged and hacked the computer, not even bothering to solve the riddle. It worked and Vic is baffled and the riddler is frustrated.
Danny find himself in the hands of the joker, (his partner ran the moment joker was seen) hanging upside down on top of a large pool of acid, because, it's classic for joker. He is also being live streamed.
The teachers in GA are panicking, the bats are panicking.
Casper high teacher took one look at the stream and shrugged. "Eh, he'll be fine." They also called the number that joker has displayed on the screen, just to say, "Daniel Fenton, make sure your back before in GA 6 pm or else were leaving you to find the hotel on your own."
The time is 5:30 pm.
It takes 25 minutes to walk from Joker to GA.
Danny sighs, might as well start walking.
He uses intangibility to free himself and fall into the vat of acid.
The Gothamites are shocked and screaming, the bats are shocked. Amity parkes went "oh" and continued placing bets on how fast Danny will get back.
Danny then proceeds to swim out of the acid pool, punch the joker in the face, knocking him out in a single hit and then proceeds to casually squeeze out the acid from his Casper high "I am a proud amitian" shirt as if it's regular water.
All of this was done in 5 minutes.
All of this was caught on stream.
The Gothamites are passed out, the bats are questioning everything. Batman is searching up everything he can about acid side effects and about Danny but ends up with nothing.
The amity parkers just raised their bets even further.
Danny somehow makes it back 10 minutes late and Wes wins the bet.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#amity park#casper high#gotham#batman#amity parkers be like#humans are nothing compared to ghost#danny will be fine#hes phantom#batman is stressed#danny fenton
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GOOD LUCK, BABE!
pairings: charles leclerc x reader (romantic/platonic).
summary: friendships donât always survive, you and charles would know.
warnings: cheating towards the end. no smut but a makeout session. sorry alex đ
authorâs note: the brocedes au that me and anon wanted. iâm trying something new btw. let me know how u feel about it.
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you never imagined yourself in the same room as charles. not willingly anyways. yet, when you received the invitation with his handwritten note asking you to come. you knew you couldnât say no. you had spent so much of your childhood discussing the future. he wanted a family. three kids, a dog and a gorgeous wife that loved him. you wanted a career. the glory, the accolades and the fans that loved you.
he made you promise one day that youâd be at his wedding. you were fifteen at the ice cream shop that heâd always drag you too. you had snuck out without arthur in order to have an extra scoop after charlesâ dad had paid for the ice cream youâd had earlier. he looked over at you, eyes serious and asked you to be his best man â (âbest woman, best girl. it doesnât matter. i just want you next to me. iâm serious yn.â he took a lick of his ice cream and the seriousness melted away when he left a smudge on his nose.)
you didnât break promises easily.
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however, when arthur came running up to you, asking you to follow him. when your relationship with charles disintegrated, you never lost touch with arthur. he was like a little brother to you. you would very rarely meet him for brunch in whatever city you happened to both be in. so when he asked you to follow him, you did willingly.
âwhere are we going?â you ask, as he pulls you along by your right hand. âusually, whenever you donât give me context it means youâre doing something bad. is this something bad leclerc?â
âwhen am i ever doing something bad?â he looks over his shoulder and gives you a wink. you roll your eyes. he plants you in front of a room and nods at it. you stare at him blankly.
âokay? iâm not a mind reader arthur.â
âi need you to help me look for something.â he nods at the room. âin there.â
âyou can do it yourself.â you turn to leave before he runs in front of you and stops you.
âlisten. i donât care if you had that weird breakup with my brother,â you start to protest that it wasnât a breakup but he stops you. âbut you didnât need to cut me off too. you were a part of my life too. you abandoned me too.â
âi donât ask you for anything yn but i need your help. iâm looking for my silver cufflinks. i need them.â he raised his cuffs to show you the distinct lack of cufflinks. âplease. iâm begging you. i wouldnât ask otherwise.â
you didnât expect to come here to be blackmailed and guilt tripped but it was working. you avoided everything leclerc. even his family, especially his family if you were being honest. they went from being your second family to nothing at all.
âokay.â you nod. âiâll get your cufflinks.â
arthur smiles and opens the door for you to walk in. itâs someoneâs hotel room. either arthurâs or a friendâs. itâs messy and you sigh. itâll be hard finding them in this mess but you start carding through clothes.
âyn?â
you know that voice anywhere. you turn around and itâs charles. heâs half dressed in his wedding suit, his crisp white shirt half unbuttoned. his hair is still messy as if heâs ran his hand through nervously multiple times. you smile with no teeth and move to open the door. itâs locked.
âarthur leclerc! open this fucking door!â you seethe. you bang against the door and hear his voice through the material.
ânot until you fucking talk! iâll be back in half an hour.â you hear his footsteps walk away. you turn to charles who smiles sheepishly at you.
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ham1ltonshaderoom: it seems all the rumours are true. sworn enemies f1 drivers charles leclerc and yn yln have seemed to call a truce to celebrate his wedding to art historian alexandra saint mleux. she was seen wearing a dark green vivienne westwood gown as she celebrated the coupleâs nuptials.
what do we think about the rekindling of this flame, ham1ltons?
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user1: CHARLESYN IN THE SAME ROOM NO ARGUING NO FIGHTS WE CHEERED!!
user2: i wish we had pictures of her. she always eats her outfits.
-> user3: wtf how does she digest them?
-> user2: figure of speech babe <3
user4: did she have a date??
-> user5: her longtime boyfriend!!
user6: they worked it out on the remix
-> user7: so FERRARI â¤ď¸
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charles makes you the tea. he doesnât finish buttoning his shirt as he pours it into a mug for you. he remembered how you liked it - two sugars and a splash of milk. you stay silent but nod gratefully.
itâs been so long since youâve been alone with him. youâre not the same wide eyed kid but neither is he. heâs getting married and youâre giving him the silent treatment. he sits on the edge of his bed awkwardly. tapping his thigh with a single finger.
âthank you for coming,â he says. âi didnât think you would.â
âthe handwritten invitation was a nice choice,â you sip your tea. âpersonal. did everyone else like it?â
âonly yours was,â he coughs into his elbow. âhandwritten, i mean. only yours.â
thatâs news to you but you donât have time to ponder what that means before he speaks again.
âiâve thought for the longest time on what iâd say to you if i got the chance. everything. how sorry i was, how sorry i am, how much i hated you and how much you meant to me. you were my best friend yn. my best friend. no one has even come close to what you were for me.â he chuckles as he presses his palms into his eyes. âwho else could i talk to besides you?â
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(insert a tiktok edit of the two of you throughout your careers. the song playing over it is the song âchemtrails over the country clubâ by lana del ray specifically the lyrics ânobodyâs son/nobodyâs daughterâ. it gets 167k likes.)
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âdo you still hate me?â charles looks at you under his lashes.
âof course i do. you hurt me.â
âyou hurt me. but i donât hate you.â charles fidgets in his seat. he stretches his hands to place them on his knees. you sip your tea. âdo you remember when i asked you to be my best woman?â
you nod.
âi didnât mean that. i wanted you to be my wife.â
you would choke on your tea if you didnât know that information but charles wasnât subtle. yet it was a case of missed opportunities. you didnât like him then and he didnât like you now.
âi couldnât hate you yn. god knows i tried. it hurts me knowing that you hate me as i could never hate you. i said all that shit because i was hurt and angry. you said i was a shitty driver. that i wouldnât have won without ferrariâs strategies which we both know are shit-â
âiâm sorry, i didnât know you still cared about my opinion.â you interrupt. your voice still has a defensive edge to it. he just shrugs.
âiâll always care about your opinion.â
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CHARLESYNNIES TWITTER GC (est.2017)
user1: editing yn to lâamour de ma vie by billie eilish (extended version) rn đ
user2: what part?
user1: listen from 2:15 till 2:56!!
user3: THATS GONNA EATT OMGGGG
user4: wish we could edit the wedding appearance of the two of them omggg.
user5: when i get off my lazy ass and finish my edit of them to âthe girl so confusingâ remix
user6: do yâall think theyâre talking at the wedding?
user7: babe do you know yn? sheâs probably at the very corner of the reception right now. sheâll take a pic with every other leclerc besides charles and probably leave before dinner is served.
user8: youâre so real. yn would NEVER talk to charles let alone be alone with him. i hate it but itâs the truth.
user9: plus charles is probably busy with the wedding.
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you never considered yourself to be a bad person but making out with your ex best friend/teammate literally a few hours before heâs about to get married? thatâs a bitch move.
you try to think about his fiancĂŠe. sheâs probably getting ready excitedly with her family and friends. thinking about being the future mrs leclerc while youâre two minutes away from committing adultery on both of your partners.
you pull apart from charles. he looks at you with wide eyes.
âwe canât fucking do this. weâre awful people,â you sit up. âmy fucking lipgloss is all over your mouth.â
âi look good in pink. itâll be fine.â he wipes it off.
âyou have a fiancĂŠe. youâre getting married.â
âtell me the word and iâll call it off. just for you.â he looks at you. âiâm quitting f1 after this year anyways. iâm not attempting to go for the second championship. i donât want it.â
âhow do you not want it?â
âwe have different priorities but i wonât be a f1 driver anymore. you always said you couldnât date a driver. iâve grown now. iâm fine being in your shadow. i love it. i want it.â
he looks at you as serious as he did when he asked you to be his best woman all those years ago.
âwhat do you want yn?â
you bite your lip, and think.
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CHARLESYNNIES TWITTER GC (est.2017)
user7: iâm hoping we get at least a picture. just one.
user4: i would DIE!!! imagine!!!
user3: charlesynnies suffer every day and everyone else wins.
user2: i think yn is right there with charles. maybe dancing.
user1: he always said sheâd be at his wedding. he was right. i think there is still love there.
user5: FINISHED MY FUCK ASS EDIT PLEASE LIKE AND COMMENT ON TIKTOK BESTIES
user6: okay i wrote a little fic for ao3. itâs called âwait until you like me againâ!! itâs domestic charlesyn as they are forced to work everything out. kinda angsty but really smutty.
user1: spamming u both charlesynnies are the best idc <3
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charles_leclerc: say hello to mr and mrs leclerc đ
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INTERVIEW WITH CHARLES LECLERC
interviewer â so is it true? youâre renewing your ferrari contract?
charles (laughing) â it is true. racing is my life. this is it for me. itâd take something big to take me away from it.
interviewer: you all heard it here first!
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âyour lover may not be the best in showing his affection for you, but when he does try, itâs always in the ways you least expect.â
âď¸ď˝tags. toji fushiguro x female reader. fluff, slight angst, suggestive. subtly implied age gap (reader early 20âs, toji early 30âs). size difference. mentions of hickeys. reader gets called âprincess / little girl.â based on an anon request.
âam home.â toji announces under his breath after locking the front door. he kicks his shoes off and makes a beeline towards your shared bedroom. as expected, you were there, body wrapped in a thick blanket to protect it from the recently cold temperatures.
you smile and tojiâs fatigue becomes nonexistent. it was like he hadnât just fought for his life for almost two hours straight â making money to quite literally survive. and to provide for you in the best way he could.
âah, hi, babe! welcome homââ your sentence was cut short by a heavy weight settling down atop your chest. tojiâs body presses you back into the mattress, big hands instantly searching for their desired destination; that being your waist.
his warm breath - the heavy sigh that carried his worries - instantly softens the look in your eyes. it was this vulnerable side of your lover that you adored most. it wasnât a sight you got to see often after all.
toji wordlessly attaches his lips to your exposed neck as he withdraws the blanket from your body. even though he has yet to utter a single word to you, his actions told you all, âmissed you, toji.â
he mumbles something incoherent in response which you could guess were words of acknowledgement. you were ticklish, your skin tingling with every peck left by the dark-haired man whom you loved dearly.
âwere ya waitinâ for me?â tojiâs voice was muffled, his mouth busy kissing and sucking your skin. his rough fingers move under your clothes and run up to your shouldersâfreeing them from the straps of your top.
you tilt your head to the right so he could gain more access to your skin. you didnât protest nor said anything about tojiâs sudden display of affection. you rub his back and allow a hum of satisfaction to escape your throat, âmhm. was waiting for you all night.â
your voice sounds like a soothing lullaby to the older man. a heavy breath leaves his lips and his sloppy kisses on your neck and shoulder blades abruptly come to a halt.
toji rests his head in the crook of your neck. the pad of his thumb travels up and down the marks he had leftâhis saliva subtly glistening under the light from the bedside lamp.
âtsk. i told ya not to stay up fâme, princess.â your lover grumbles with his tired eyes half-closed, fingers not stopping their rubbing motion, âbut i guess thereâs no point in tellinâ you that right now.â
toji still canât understand why you go to great lengths to show your love for him. heâs a cold hearted assassin, a man whom is feared by many including his own clan and yet you love him unconditionally.
despite it all â he still appreciates the fact that you stay up to welcome him home. even if he may not directly show that said appreciation.
ââi told ya not to stay up for me,ââ you teasingly mimic tojiâs deep voice and can only laugh at your own antics afterwards. however, a sudden pinch to your side makes you squirm and yelp. it didnât stop there; toji took the opportunity whilst you were caged underneath him to remind you of whoâs boss.
soon enough your high pitched squealing and broken giggles is all the noise that fills the room.
âwhaddâya say there, little girl?â toji grunts as he blocks your futile attempts to escape. he could see the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, your body writhing around the best it could and your little hands trying desperately to push him away.
you shake your head and continuously apologise between loud giggles, vision blurry from the tears of joy. thereâs a triumphant smirk on tojiâs face once he notices how quickly you gave up your act of confidence, âheh, thatâs what i thought.â
one of his hands gathers both of your wrists and effortlessly pins them above your head. with a grin, your lover kisses his way down to your neck again â this time being more passionate.
you take the chance to calm yourself down, chest still heaving with each breath. a pout forms on your lips, but was swiftly replaced by a content smile due to the giddy feeling in your chest.
itâs playful moments like these that remind you of the many reasons why youâve fallen in love with a man like toji. to others, he might be nothing but a monsterâa ruthless and cruel individualâbut to you, heâs everything you need and vice versa.
tojiâs lips were soft, yet lightly rough to the touch. theyâre chapped from the cold temperature he had to withstand when he was outside. you felt bad; you had been laying in bed all night, wrapped up in multiple blankets whilst your lover was quietly suffering.
you know that if you tell toji your current worries, heâll brush it off with a simple âthaâs just how it isâ or a âdonât worry âbout stuff like thatâ. still, you cannot help but be concerned about the way he easily disregards his own health.
âtoji,â you call out his name as his kisses reach the curve of your breasts. the older man lifts his head in response, eyebrows slightly raised at the sound of his name leaving your lips.
you push down the lump in your throat. your warm hands cup his face and you could feel his stubble prickling your palms. you lower your gaze to the rest of his body â finally getting a good look at his worn out physique.
there were faint droplets of blood hidden right under the collar of his shirt. ones toji probably forgot to wipe away after his mission. his black shirt clings to his torso, the dark spots of sweat subtly evident and the small tears in the fabric proof of his hard work.
you could care less about the fact that toji hadnât taken a shower before cuddling with you. the first thing he did when stepping into the apartment, was to search for you. that alone told you enough: he needed the comfort your presence brings him â he just didnât know how to convey that message.
âkiss me.â you whisper and your lover immediately complies with zero hesitation; thatâs exactly what he had waited for you to say. his lips crash down onto yours, his large hands hold you by your waist and his tongue brushes against yours like it was the first and last time youâd kiss.
tojiâs breath hitches the moment he feels you tenderly scratch his arms with your nails. you always do that to calm his nerves after a stressful dayâgrazing the tips of your nails back and forth against his bare skin. and it works wonders each time.
âfuck,â the dark-haired man curses in a low tone. his grip tightens on your body and his lips detach from yours. you notice the look in his eyes once he opens them; the look of pure love for you, âi missed you so much â so fuckinâ much.â
you softly giggle at his passionate words and steal another kiss from him before settling back against the pillows. your hands travel upwards to play with his damp hair whilst your legs wrap around his waist.
toji gladly accepts your affection and settles down on top of your body again, careful not to completely crush you with his weight. his face was buried between your breasts, taking in the familiar scent of you which calms him down even more.
âiâm glad youâre back home.â you whisper lovingly whilst continuing to massage his scalp. your tired lover answers with a curt nod and a sigh â this time one of content instead of exhaustion.
âyeah, home.â toji wasnât referring to your shared apartment. he was referring to you; his forever home. there was an overwhelming amount of love in his heart for you and only you.
if only he could properly express those feelings to you. if only he could express himself.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#toji x you#toji fluff#jjk x y/n#toji x y/n#female reader
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hello yes i am Seeing i am Looking and i am Envying how succinctly you sum up what took paragraphs for my loquacious ass to get around to
kaz and wylan are very much foils, and while much has been said about their similarities and how their stories parallel each other, itâs also worth noting that while kaz gives up his rietveld identity to survive in the barrel, wylan clings to what makes him wylan throughout his time in the barrel. when kaz loses everything, he throws away goodness and honesty; when wylan loses everything, he clings to goodness and honesty because itâs all he has left. they have fundamentally different backgrounds which obviously influence their choices and outlooks on life, but itâs interesting nonetheless!
#i don't really follow people i just check their shit manually so i'm just seeing this and !!!#i also enjoyed what you said in the tags of that one foil post and it made me Remember a Thing which i have elaborated on elsewhere#on another note mentioning class really has me Thinking.#there are lots of factors but class definitely informs their choices especially bc the national religion is so tied to class and wealth#for Kaz money is protection because when they lost what little they had he was exposed to serious harm#making as much as possible through illegal means is part of how kaz protected himself#meanwhile wylan had access to money growing up but it did not protect him from physical or emotional harm in his early life#and his father's station and wealth and piety were part of the reason he mistreated his son in the first place#so as kaz puts it wylan takes the luxury of turning his back on luxury#they're going in opposite directions for safety kaz moves toward wealth and wylan tries to distance himself#wylan made money to survive rather than to protect himself does that make sense?? it wouldn't protect him from his father trying to kill hi#he also just spent longer in an enviro where people could [literally] afford to be gentle and kind so he was like ok imma keep doing that#also where is the religious trauma leigh. i know he has it have you ever heard his father where is it#wylan got to spend his childhood off the streets but he also never got to go on the streets that boy was locked inside his house#maybe this will turn into a coherent thought one day#anyway. huh where am i i'm scared#i blacked out and when i woke up there were paragraphs of class analysis about a rich boy in a ya novel in the tags someone come pick me up#six of crows#soc#tgt#kaz brekker#wylan van eck#soc meta#reblog#fine it's related#bfwp
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ZOMBIE!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X AFAB!READER
SUMMARY | Simon is dead. And you were forced to leave him behind as the rise of the dead took over. When you volunteer to sneak back into base to grab med supplies, you don't expect to run into Simonâalive, but certainly not himself...
WARNINGS | dead dove do not eat! this is literally smut about zombie!ghost... so... beware i suppose. gore. dub-con?? afab!reader. wc 3k
âââŚââ lock me up! send me to jail!!! i can't believe I wrote this yes i can. This is how down bad i am for Ghost, I literally wrote smut about fucking him as a zombie... someone send the authorities, i need my internet taken away. (happy oct 1st btw)
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It had been less than two days since you lost Simon.
The image of him dying in the infirmary wing, bleeding out on the bed, was plastered behind your eyes. You saw it every waking moment and even dreamt of it during the night. You could still feel Soapâs hands squeezing your arms far too aggressively as he dragged you out of the infirmary while you cried out for Simon. You tried to claw your way to him but Soap was stronger than you by a long shot. âWe have to get out of here!â he shouted at you over the cacophony of voices, people running around frantically. You let him drag you away to safety, your body limp in his hold, thinking of Simonâs dying breath.
The infirmary had promptly been boarded up, the doors all sealed tight. The breakout had begun a few weeks ago and it only just infiltrated the base. When Ghost had come back, bleeding out after a mission gone wrong, you furiously checked him for bite marks. The relief you felt when you didnât find any was short-lived. Simon had lost a lot of blood. Too much blood. You could still see it covering your hands the days following like a wraith. You felt like his blood was still wedged under your fingernails even after scrubbing your hands violently in a bucket of water.Â
With the infirmary infected and the outside world gone, you had little options but to hunker down in the barracks. There were small hunting groups that would leave base and dare to edge into the city, trying to help people, and gathering resources. Ghost had been in one of those first groups to leave the safe confines of base. You wished you had begged him to stay. Pleaded with him not to go.Â
The lights above you flickered, the generator not the most reliable of equipment. You looked across the table to your teammates, trying to keep yourself pulled together. It was only at night that you let yourself feel the pain, crying yourself to sleep.Â
âWeâre never gonna survive here if we donât get that medical supplies,â Soap explained.Â
âItâs too dangerous, Soap. We have no idea how bad it got in there. We have no way of knowing if all the bodies left behind turned,â Price retorted, pulling off his beanie and running his hand through his hair in nerves.Â
âSo, what then? Weâre gonna send more men off to die, tryinâ to get shit from the city?â
Price closed his eyes momentarily. The bags forming under them showed just how little sleep he was getting. âWe canât risk more men. Weâd be sendinâ them to their death, Soap. We donât have the ammo to spare.â
âWe donât know that. Weâre still not even sure if it's a guarantee the dead will change, or if they have to be bit.â
âItâs tooââ
You cut the men off. âI can go.â Both their heads snapped in your direction. âIâm just a technician. With everything gone to shit, I havenât been as much help as you guys have been. I canât fight. I canâtââ
âNo. Weâre not riskinâ you,â Soap said sternly.Â
âSoap,â you breathed. âIâm the only one here that isnât crucial to the team. And donât argue with me. Itâs just a fact. Let me go. I can sneak in and grab what we need. Iâm far quieter than any of you boisterous men anyways.â
Soap breathed your name. He was worried about you. He could see the pain in your eyes after losing Simon. He was worried this was a suicide mission. And that you wanted that.Â
âLet me be of use,â you begged. Soap wanted to argue. So did Price. But you were right. You would be the fastest. And as much as they valued you, the remaining men couldnât survive here without Soap or Price.Â
âLass, are you sure?â Soap said finally. He wanted you to feel useful, but he didnât want you running off and risking your life because of the pain you felt from losing Simon.Â
âLet me do it, Soap. Please. I need this.â
He couldnât argue with you. He didnât have it in him to hurt you more than you were already hurting.Â
âFine. But Iâm not happy about this.â
You stood in your gear, an empty backpack plastered to your back waiting to be filled with medical supplies. Price had gone over the layout of the wing with you, showing you exactly where you needed to go to get the right supplies on a map of the building.Â
You stood before the infirmary doors, the ones that would lead to a long, winding hall that would bring you to the center of the infirmary. Off of that were several rooms and more halls, and a surgical floor. It was a large span of space to cover, but you believed you could do this.Â
âBe quick about it, lass. Weâll be right here when you get back,â Soap said to you, his hand resting on your shoulder.Â
You took in a breath and walked up to the doors that had been unlocked, a large piece of plywood that had previously been nailed against it, removed so you could go in. Before you reached out to the door handle, you turned around and rushed into Soapâs arms. He held you tightly, your head tucked right under his chin. âDonât you fuckinâ die on me,â he mumbled into your hair.Â
You pulled back and gave him a sad smile. Then you nodded at Price and faced the daunting doors again. Once you stepped through the threshold and the doors shut behind you, you could hear the plywood being put back up, a hammer nailing it in place. When you got back, you were to knock and Soap would be there waiting to let you back in.Â
The hall was flickering with a few overhead lights, the generator still powering a few of the rooms in this wing.Â
Ghost had a glazed-over expression when he rolled off his medical bed. The room around him was silent apart from the ticking of a clock in the corner. There was blood pooled all around him and dripping onto the tiled floor as he stood. He had some semblance of who he was, of what happened, but most of his thoughts were hazed over like he was stuck in a daydream.Â
He had walked the length of the room, a sudden craving for food hitting the pit of his stomach. Any sound made him snap in that direction, rushing towards it as if on cue. He heard banging coming from one of the med rooms, the door locked and nailed over with whatever scrap of wood they could find. More people like him were trapped behind those doors, their groaning echoing down the hall.Â
Ghost limped as he walked, remembering how he had been shot in his leg. He looked down at his crimson-stained pants, almost like he should be feeling pain, but he felt nothing.Â
Days had passed and he roamed the halls aimlessly, not even getting bored. His mind had drifted off, somewhere that wasnât in his body, allowing him to walk around like a zombie, completely void of any logical thought.Â
He grumbled as he made his rounds, stuck in a time loop, walking down the flickering hall again and again, passing by bodies that had been left behind.Â
He hesitated when he heard something. He turned to look in the direction of the noise, intrigued. It sounded like someone had just walked blindly into a metal medical tray, knocking instruments onto the floor. His movements were fast and nimble as he approached the sound.Â
He froze in place when he saw youâthough he didnât know who you were at that moment. You cursed yourself for being loud but didnât hear anything in retaliation so you figured you were safe. Your hand rested on the knife strapped to your hip anyway.
You were edging towards the main infirmary double doors, your hand touching the metal of the handle. You should go in there and get supplies, but thatâs where you had last seen Simon. You didnât have it in you to see what had become of him, his body rotting alone.Â
Instead, you walked down the hall and into a storage closet, oblivious to the shell of Ghost who trailed behind you.Â
You left the door to the storage room open to let in a few strips of light so you could see better. You hunched over and began to dig through the supplies that had been thrown all over the floor in panic.Â
Ghost rolled his neck as he saw you in the room, your back to him. He had a sudden urge to sink his teeth deep into your skin, to tear you to shreds. In fact, he wanted nothing more; the instinct was overpowering.Â
But when he got close, he could hear your voice as you mumbled to yourself, going over the list of the items you needed. You held up a pack of linens, trying to see if they were clean. âThese will have to do,â you said softly, shoving them into your backpack.Â
A wave of familiarity surfaced inside Ghost, a strange feeling of being alive pumping through his veins. When he got to the doorframe, he could smell you. His senses heightened, the waft of your natural scent sent Ghost into a daze. He rememberedâthough he wasnât sure what he was remembering. All he knew was that he recognized that smell.Â
His body had felt like it was in hibernation, his motors set on autopilot as he mindlessly walked down the halls. But suddenly, Ghostâs true mind was brought to the forefront. And his body craved you, though not in the way he had just moments earlier. He didnât want to sink his teeth into your neck, he wanted to feel your warmth against him.Â
Ghost moved with such dexterity and silence, it was clear he was no longer human. When you stood, his arms immediately wrapped around you, eliciting a scream from your throat.Â
Ghost still wasnât fully comprehending what was happening; all he knew was that his body wanted you. His hand slid up around your neck, leaving a trail of blood on your clothes. He tried to speak, but he couldn't fathom what he wanted to say. All that came out was a strangled groan.Â
You sputtered, trying to catch your breath as your heart raced in your chest. Ghost felt for your pulse beneath his fingertips, relishing in the way your blood pumped through your body.Â
You turned your head slightly, spying the man who had you trapped against the many shelves in the closet.
It was Simon.
Terror flooded your system. He didnât look like himself. His eyes were glossed over, his pupils and iris almost unidentifiable, the entirety of his eyes were white, appearing like he was blind. The blood that had soaked his face had congealed, the rusted color running down his clothes where he was shot in the chest and leg. He looked just how you left him, and it sent a sense of terror through you.Â
âS-Simon?â You whispered, unsure if you were caught in a nightmare.Â
A groan escaped his cracked lips. You gulped. He had become one of them .Â
You were certain he was about to tear you apart, just as you had seen other fallen men do to your teammates. You closed your eyes, tears rushing down your cheeks as you prepared for the worst. His hands felt cold around your neck, like ice. You shivered against him. You accepted your fateâa small part of you actually wanted it. You wanted him to end you. To take you down with him. You didn't want to be alone anymore.
He nuzzled his nose against your neck and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for him to bite you. But it never came.Â
Instead, he just moved his nose against you, smelling your hair and skin. His hands were still locked tightly against you, but they began to travel across your body. You opened your eyes in shock. Ghostâs hands trailed your chest, groping you with one hand, the other sprawling over the front of your thigh and stomach. You gasped in surprise.Â
You felt him harden against you, something you had experienced many times before now, and the familiarity of it made your heart pound with mixed emotions. Your mind was too caught up trying to decipher what was happening to truly take the moment in.Â
Ghostâs cold hands slid under your black shirt, snaking their way up to your breasts, cupping each one in his hands. Your nipples immediately hardened from the iciness of his touch. He ground himself against your backside, making you close your eyes in a moment of reprieve. You got lost in the past, imagining this was how it used to be. How he had touched you so many times before.Â
You breathed his name and he seemed to like that, for he rolled his hips against you harder, his chest rumbling in satisfaction.Â
The cold of his hands left you, making you oddly yearn to have them back on your skin. His fingers traced the hem of your pants before aggressively pulling them down. He got them past the curve of your ass and turned your bodies so your hips hit the edge of a shelving unit that acted as a table. You knocked all the supplies off as Ghost pushed you down against it, using your hands to catch yourself.Â
Ghost shuffled with his own pants, wasting no time at all to slip himself inside you. You called out in a brief shock of pain. He held himself deep within you, his hands squeezing as he held you, his body bent over slightly, his chest flat against your back. Your own hands reached out to grab the edge of the table to help steady yourself. The searing heat of you against his frozen skin spread through him like wildfire.
Your cries ignited a flame in Ghostâs chestâthe feel of your body, the sound of your gasps, the smell of your hairâfelt natural, like this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. That he was made to take you like this. That your body against him was something so ingrained in his system, that he had no choice to to let his limbs move on muscle memory.Â
He began to thrust inside you, your hips hitting the table with each snap of his hips. His hand snaked around your neck, the smear of blood now coating your skin. One of your hands came up to wrap around his wrist, resting it there in support.Â
You groaned as he rocked into you harder. The pain from his sudden intrusion had subsided, and now you were filled with a haze of rapture. A tear slid down your cheek. You were unable to process what was happening, but what you did know was that you had missed Simon more than anything and that this wasnât real. This wouldnât last longer than this moment in time.Â
Ghostâs chest rumbled in pleasure as he thrusted into you. Your walls squeezed around him and he let out a loud groan. His arm not clutching your neck wrapped around your midsection, pulling you away from the table so you were flesh against him. He held you tight, almost like he couldnât get you close enough. That if he had his way, heâd let you make a home beneath his skin.Â
His hips snapped vehemently against you, his pace quickening. You moaned, your sounds coming out strangled as his cold hand held your neck. Your walls tightened around him, your climax rapidly approaching. You couldnât quite believe that you were not only fucking your dead boyfriend, but you were going to come in record time.Â
You were absolutely intoxicating to him as your warmth clenched down on him, your heat something recognizable to him, and yet, the intimacy was foreign at the same time. Now that he was devoid of his usual body temperature, the warm feeling of you around him was almost painful.Â
When you mewled and cried under him, your walls spasaming, he drew himself to the edge right behind you. Ghost came inside you with a great urge, growling in your ear as he tried to support the two of you. You felt him fill you, the white fluid seeping out around where his cock continued to pump in and out of you. His movements became sloppy, your legs shaking, your hand clutching onto his wrist for dear life.Â
You couldnât hold back the cascade of tears, finally letting them flow as Ghost slowed his pace before stopping altogether. He edged out of you, his arms hesitantly letting you go, and you immediately turned around to face him, burying your face in his chest. You sobbed as he stood there. His arms didnât reach out and hold you like he once would. He didnât try to comfort you like he always did so well.Â
But still, he just let you huddle against him, taking what you needed from him. He didnât attack you. He didnât try to kill you. He wasnât himself, but he wasnât fully gone either. You turned to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. He looked down and you stifled a cry. His white eyes were going to be permanently burned into your mind, haunting you for eternity. His face was sullen and blanched, blood smearing all across him; fresh blood dripping slightly from his mouth.
You tentatively reached a hand up and rested it on his frozen cheek. âIâm sorry,â you mumbled. Ghost made no indication he could even hear you.Â
You took in a deep breath, willing yourself to do this, and stepped back. You adjusted yourself before slowly reaching down for your bag. Ghost stood and watched you, the only thing moving was the tilt of his head as he traced your movements.Â
You shuffled to the door, anticipating him to reach out and end this daydream, ripping you apart. But he just watched you go, his mind riddled with foggy thoughts. He wanted to tear into you, but another part of him prevented him from doing so. He wanted to grab you and hold you against him for some reason. He liked the warmth your body provided. But another part of him felt nothing at all.Â
He watched you leave in a stupor, his mind just barely grasping onto the image and memory of you. Itâs true, he wasnât completely gone, but he was fading fast.Â
You cried violently as you stumbled back to the exit. When you banged on the doors, you heard the plywood being ripped off and the doors swinging open. Soap pulled you back into the base and held you at arm's length. âWhat happened?â he asked desperately. You were sobbing and covered in blood.
Should you tell him? Would Soap let you return to Simon knowing he wasnât gone? Or would they make you stay here, letting Simon slip away forever?Â
You suddenly regretted leaving him. You should have stayed with Simon, even if he was a shell of who he used to be. You should have waited the time out together until he fully lost himself, and you would let him take you down with him.Â
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a/n: Something a little different, I am obsessed with General Marcus and the idea of him becoming a gladiator. Hope you enjoy this other world I want to live in lol, no beta and barely proofread!
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, body / breast worship-Marcus gives it so rightđ¤¤, hand-stuff - female rec'g, taking of virginity, (reader is a slave so there is a power imbalance but so is Marcus), gladiatorial violence, nothing graphic- let me know if I missed any!
Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader
word count: 3.4k
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The crowd roars loud enough to deafen, the sound of it like a great wave threatening to wash you out to sea but it's nothing new, youâre used to it. The house you serve, have served since birth, has done well for itself in recent years, all thanks to one Gladiator.
Marcus Acacius, the champion of the house of Romulus.Â
Youâd seen him come in years ago and although you had been little more than a child, even then you could see what he had been reduced to, disgraced and defeated and practically at death's door. He had fought though, Gods knew he had fought. And just as you grew and flowered into a woman, he honed his skills anew, won matches throughout the city and had transformed from the disgraced General of Rome, to a true champion of the people.Â
You could see it even now, watching him make quick work of the paltry opponents sent to fight him in the arena. He swatted them away like troublesome flies, and the crowd loved him for it. The cup was held out to you, just as the man in the sand raised his sword.Â
âHe really is of a form.â One of the hosts of the games remarked about the man fighting below, and your Domina smiled proudly.Â
âMy husband has taken him and honed him, I dare say none in Rome are his equal.âÂ
âWe shall have to see about that.â The guest chuckled, not quite convinced but your Dominus laughed, unperturbed and unconvinced.
âMy wife speaks truth, my Ludus has shaped him into a God of the arena.âÂ
They continued their friendly bickering, while you watched the man below, you couldnât deny his allure despite being more than a few years older than you. He looked up to the pulvanis and saluted to his Dominus, to his Domina, and for a heartbeat it felt as though his eyes locked with yours.Â
Lightning struck in your belly, the intensity of his gaze, even so briefly made your heart race. Ghostly fingers squeezed at your heart when the opponents fell on him, cornering him until he was surrounded. Attention locked on him despite your station, the laughs and doubts of his victory wreathing through the guests you served turned your stomach.
Deaths in the arena were a guarantee, that was to be sure. Every time your Dominus secured spots for his gladiators in the games it was expected that not all would return, this felt different though. He had to survive, why, you could not be sure.
âAha! There we are. The legend of him is proved. He is victorious, and my wifeâs words are true, as always.â Your Dominus smiles, kissing his wifeâs hand as the doubters grumble about luck and ill-trained opponents.Â
The words flow over you, the only thing that draws your attention is the man standing below you, victorious and whole.
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âThe good wine, fetch it for me girl.â The sun shines through the balcony as your Dominus congratulates the gladiators who returned to the villa victorious. His wife, your Domina, sends you for the wine while he speaks at length of their virtues, stoking the fire of survival and vanity in them.
In truth the games hold no interest for you, never had you particularly enjoyed watching men fight to the death, it was a waste and had you the choice, you would never attend another.
They cheer louder than before when you return with the heavy jug, narrowly avoiding dropping it when he turns and catches your eye once more. Marcus has been invited out of the ludus below, and up into the main house.Â
He is much bigger than you expect. Tall and broad enough to intimidate anyone but the most surprising thing are his eyes, they are the softest thing about him.
âI would reward you, for your victory, for the honour and wealth you have brought to this house. Name your desire and I shall see it done.âÂ
You pour for your Domina, ears straining to hear his voice.
âYou honour me Dominus.â Itâs so rich, deep and full of smoke. Your main focus is on not spilling the wine.
âI confess, I have felt a desire of late.â Your ears perk up, eyes following suit and when they meet his, theyâre already set upon your face.
âYou want her?â Your Dominus looks to you now as well, and you feel like a piece upon someone elseâs board, to be moved around at their will.
âOnly if she desires me as well.â He bows his head, and despite the tiny bloom of gratitude in your chest, your Dominus laughs.
âIf she is what you desire, take her. The guards will lead you to the private quarters below and you may keep her there until the morning. I will have wine and a meal brought for the both of you.â Your Dominus waves a hand and it is done. Your virtue has been gifted to a Gladiator.Â
Your Domina frowns, but says nothing. She merely watches as you are led away, to spend the night with the former General of Rome.
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The quarters are indeed private, but meagre. A lumpy bed, a small table with two chairs, an even smaller table with a large basin full of fresh water and clean linen, and a window. The door closes and your heart jumps into your throat.
âShall I disrobe and lay on the bed?â You reach for the hem of the tunic, silently praying that he would not be too rough. The prudent thing to do, is to get it over with.Â
âNo, wait-â his hand engulfed yours, stopping you from reaching down and pulling off the fabric that hides your nakedness from him.
âI would speak a while, come.â He gestures to the table and you frown.
âDo you not desire my virtue? Is that not why you asked for me?âÂ
âYes, well, in truth I desire your company, as well as your body. I have noticed you of late, you have grown into a beautiful woman and I find my thoughts drifting to you often. Of your voice and of your touch. I dream about you.â
Your eyes widen, shocked into silence by his confession.
âI would have you enjoy our coupling, rather than simply enduring it.â His eyes dart away from your form when the guards bring a platter laden with food and drink, and when he gestures again, you finally sit.
He takes his time cleansing himself of the grit and grime of the arena, scrubbing away until a handsome, lined face appears underneath. Once clean, and armor free he sits with you, and urges you to eat.
It is a silent, slightly tense meal. Your fraying nerves had you mostly picking at the fruit and cured meats. The flutter in your belly kept you from overfilling it.Â
âHow long have you served in this house?â His eyes are bright, curious.
âAll my life. I was born in this house.â Your fingers fiddle with the edge of your tunic.Â
âAre you treated well?â
âI mostly tend to the Domina, she is very kind.â Your eyes drift to the bed, and the bottom of your belly falls again to imagine what heâll ask of you once his own belly is full.Â
âYou spoke of your virtue, you are as of yet untouched?â His voice lowers, almost apologetic.Â
âYes. Well, untouched by anyone, except myself. There have been covert kisses here and there, friendly ones with others of my station.â He says nothing, but his gaze travels the expanse of your body. The slide of them is heavy from your breasts down to the slit in your tunic. His food sits forgotten on the small plate in front of him, and now there is hunger of a different kind on his handsome face.Â
âDo you find me desirable?â He leans back in his chair, broad and golden from the sun. Heat blooms in your chest, filling the corners of you.Â
âYou are kind upon the eyes, I will not lie.â He smiles at this, and the heat spreads to the place between your legs, the place he will fill soon and a shudder travels along your spine.
âHave you enjoyed my victories in the arena?âÂ
âI confess, I do not favour the games. Watching men kill each other holds no interest for me.â He laughs, surprised yet delighted.Â
âAnd yet you live and serve in a ludus, watching gladiators come and go your whole life.âÂ
âThe Gods have their reasons, I do not presume to question my place.â You shrug, unable to stop the corners of your lips from pulling up into a shy smile.Â
âPerhaps it is I who is blessed to end up here, in your company.â He muses and for a moment you cannot face his direct stare. âCome, lovely one. Let us to bed.â He rises, holding out his hand for you, It engulfs yours when you accept and join him.Â
Butterflies swarm as he guides you to the edge of the bed, the fine hairs all over your arms and legs standing on end when those rough, calloused palms skate softly over the curve of your shoulders. His breath fans over your face as he reaches the bottom of your tunic, pulling it up and off. The urge to bring your arms up over your breasts, to reach down and cup your sex makes your hands shake.Â
âYou are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.â His hands settle on your hips, squeezing at the flesh for a moment before removing his own layers. The sight of him, naked as you, with his heavy sex hardening before your eyes makes you shiver, part nervous, part exhilarated.Â
When he lays you down, you part your thighs to make space for him, once again praying the pain wonât be unbearable. The confusion paints your face in a frown as he lays beside you, and not directly on you.Â
âI would have you wet for me before I slip inside.â His tone, his words send another shiver down your spine before he presses his mouth to yours.Â
You have kissed before, a soft press of your lips to another, the barest taste of their tongue between rebellious giggles in the dark. Marcusâ kiss is nothing like that. He pulls you close, turning your body to press it to his, the stiff peaks of your breasts meeting the solid wall of his chest as his tongue slips past your open mouth and tangles with your own. For a moment, it is a little awkward but he guides you, pulling away before pressing forward again, leading you in his rhythm.Â
Your heart races, a curious excitement pooling low in your gut, in the yet untouched place between your thighs. You press them together while he claims your mouth.Â
When he pulls away, his breath comes out in pants and his sex presses hot and heavy against your belly.Â
âLay on your back my sweet.â He kisses your shoulder, and you obey. Now, you think, now he will shove that thing inside me and rip me in half. You swallow thickly at the thought, it is so much thicker now, too big, surely.Â
He presses kisses to your shoulder, trailing them down to your arm, then the side of your breast before he pulls your nipple into his mouth. The steady suck of his mouth at the hardened peak forms a direct line to your cunt, the ache in it pulling a whimper from your mouth and a huff of self-satisfied laughter from him. Your skin is shiny with his spit when he lets it go.Â
âDoes that feel good?â His hand holds the plump of your breast, tongue flicking against the peak while you nod, mouth-open in a silent stare. âWhat do you feel?â He sucks at it again, harder this time and a gasp leaves your mouth.Â
âI feel, hot. Warm all over, and an acheââ You pull in a sharp breath when his teeth pull teasingly at the bud. He soothes with his tongue, pink-cheeked and focused.Â
âWhere do you ache?â He lets go, smoothing his palm in the valley between before holding the other one, and worshiping it just the same.Â
âI acheâoh, I acheââ Itâs hard to focus when he sucks at the other nipple, your thighs pressing together without your permission. He stops, eyes flitting about your face.
âWhere do you ache, tell me.âÂ
âI ache here.â He follows your hand as it cups your cunt, the soft, fine hair there soaked in arousal like you have never known. He groans to see it, and then his hand pushes yours away, slipping between your thighs to pull them apart. He leans on his elbow, muscles glinting in the soft candle light as his fingers spread open the lips of your sex, exposing your dark pink insides to his gaze.Â
âYour pretty little cunt is so much better than I dreamed, spread your legs for me my sweet, I would work her open to take my cock.â Your heart races, your cunt clenches and then his fingers find the crux of you. They swirl slowly around the pert, sensitive pearl of your clit. Your mouth drops open in a silent âOâ at the way he manipulates you.Â
âSo wet already.â He lowers his head, lips wrapping around a nipple again as he keeps his slow, maddening circuit. Your hands grip the threadbare linen beneath you, whole body clenching as he shoves you closer and closer to a shattering climax with his slow, delicious circles.Â
âDoesnât that feel good? Doesnât that feel so good, my sweet?â He presses his lips to your neck, whispering into your ear and you nod, frantically, clenching around nothing while the edges of everything blur with the threat of pleasure. Around, and around, and around he swirls, consistent, devastating until you can almost taste it.Â
Your mouth forms a steady chant of yes, yes, yes, as he continues his gentle exploration between your legs, fat pearly drops of his own arousal slipping against your hip but he is in no hurry.Â
The ache intensifies, the slick pools at the mouth of your cunt, and it's with a final, wet swirl that your climax washes over you. Your legs clamp shut around his hand, your body folds in on itself with the strength of it but it does not stop him, two thick fingers spear into your fluttering entrance, stretching and drawing out the pleasure of it while you gasp into his kiss.Â
âGods above.â You whisper to yourself as the blood pounds in your ears, the warmth of his skin, the slick, rhythmic sound of his fingers working away between your legs stoking the fire once more.Â
âI could spill just watching you.â He pulls his fingers out, dripping in your lust and shoves them into his mouth. âSweet as summer wine.â He licks them clean, vulgar and sweet all at once.Â
Again he reaches between your legs, slipping his fingers inside once more but with his thumb swirling around the crux of you.Â
He brings you to climax again, more intense with his fingers inside, petting at a divine spot youâve never touched, and again, he doesnât stop. He repeats his movements, his tongue flicking at your nipple, or licking into your mouth, until itâs too much and you push his hand away.Â
âPlease, no moreâI cannot.â You gasp for breath, skin shiny with sweat, the spot beneath you wet where your arousal has dripped down and soaked through the linen.Â
He laughs softly, proud and cocky at how many times he made you fall apart under his hand.Â
âIf you would let me, I would do that for days.â He presses another kiss to your shoulder before moving up and settling between your thighs. The nervous flutter intensifies as his cock slips between the mess heâs made of your sex.Â
âI think you are open enough to take me now, I will try to go slow.â He kneels back on his haunches, lifting one leg up to hold. His fingers curl around the top of your knee, your calf resting on his shoulder as he grips his cock in the other hand.
Your belly trembles, part embarrassed, part excited to be so exposed to his gaze. The blunt end of it slides through your swollen folds, coated in your slick before he notches it and itâs with a slight burn that he slips it in. Inch by inch he presses forward, molding you to accept him, shaping you to fit him like a glove.Â
âGods above.â He curses low as he bottoms out, so deep you feel him in your lungs.Â
Your hands ache from how tightly they grip at the fabric beneath you.Â
With a shuddering breath he holds himself still, allowing you a moment to get used to the intrusion of him, only a moment.Â
A sharp thrust pulls a gasp from your lips. His grip on your leg tightens, the other hand slides up and holds onto your hip, steadying you to accept the snapping of his hips.Â
The flex in his arms, the strong, firm muscles of his thighs pressed up against yours, the sheen of sweat glinting on his face and on his chest, all of it only makes it better, his beauty and his obvious desire for you serve to make you leak around him. You can feel it, dripping down your ass to add to the damp spot beneath you, it collects at the base of him too, drenching the curls there.
Your pants, his heavy breathing, and the vulgar sound of his skin slapping against yours is the song of your coupling. The burn is replaced with a pleasant feeling of fullness. It is not as good as his fingers at your clit but his obvious pleasure adds to your own.Â
âIâm going to come, going to fuck it deep inside of you.â Sweat drips down his nose and the vision of him, so like when heâs in the arena might push you closer to another climax.Â
âHere it comesââ He presses your legs up, opening them wider, folding you in half while he fucks into you hard enough to make the bed shake. With a low groan, and a thrust deep enough to hurt, he swells impossibly thicker for a moment before emptying himself inside you.Â
He shudders, grinding himself deeper as you wince, milking himself inside your body before pulling out and falling onto the bed beside you.Â
You catch your breath for a moment. Surprised, and grateful that despite there being the edge of violence to his taking you, it wasnât the brutal, awful experience you were afraid it would be. Considering your station in life, it was quite nice.Â
âGive me a little while, and I will be ready to take you again.â He turns and presses his lips to your shoulder again.Â
âAgainâŚ? You wish to take me again?â There is clear confusion threaded through your voice, but he laughs, goodnaturedly.Â
âOh yes, I have you for this one night, I plan on taking advantage. Did you not enjoy it?â He rests on his elbow, head held in his palm while his other hand skates over your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake as it palms one breast, then the other.Â
âI enjoyed your fingers, you brought me to climax more than I ever have on my own in a single night.â You curl onto your side towards him, soaking up the warmth of his skin.Â
âBut you did not enjoy my cock?â His hand lands on your hip, holding you there and itâs curiously exciting how much skin he can touch at once.Â
âIt was⌠a lot.â He laughs, nodding for you to continue. âI liked the fullness of it, but you were very deep. I could feel you in my belly and when you spilled it was intense.â He lets out a groan before pressing forward and stealing another kiss.Â
âIt will feel better, we have to find which position you like best. Which angle you enjoy more.â He pulls you closer, tilting your chin up for another kiss, softer this time.Â
âWhat position do you enjoy most of all?â Your hands gravitate to his chest, pressing against it to feel his heart thumping against your palm.Â
âI am partial to being ridden.â He smiles, lip caught between teeth and heat floods your body to know he is imagining it.Â
âWhy do you favour it?âÂ
âBecause I like when a woman takes her pleasure from me, It pleases me, to please her.â You could see it then, his soft eyes staring up in devotion as some faceless woman rides his cock. The longer you think on it, the more that faceless woman starts to resemble you.Â
âI would have you like that next.â He smiles, and you smile back, nodding.Â
By the time the sun rises, he has taken you every way you can imagine and your sex is so sore you donât think youâll be able to walk without wincing.Â
When the guards come to take you both back to your respective places, they have to physically pull him away from you, his lips pressed against yours in a goodbye kiss.Â
âYou are the only prize I will ever ask for.â He calls over his shoulder as you smile at him.
For the first time in your life, you are excited about the next games.
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How do you feel about writing more Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler? After watching X Men 97, I forgot how charismatic this elf man can be. If possible, I need an introverted reader with barely any social skills who starts to malfunction whenever a certain blue is around. When confronted, reader is basically 'you're too pretty' and almost dies of embarrassment.
Social System Error
Kurt Wagner x reader Words: 1.9K A/N: I changed it a little bit to fit the scenario, but I hope it's still up to your expectations :)
You wished that the ground would swallow you up. Who knows, maybe you would find a mutant who could grant you that wish, as long as you looked hard enough. Clasping your hands to your face, you felt your cheeks grow hot and slid down the door of the room before sitting on the floor.
Why couldn't you be normal for once? Talk to him normally for once, make small talk and say goodbye elegantly? But you weren't allowed to do that. Instead, you had to run into the next door just because Kurt waved at you and gave you one of his most charming laughs. Instead, you spilled your coffee all over the table just because he entered the room. I
nstead, you couldn't get a word out when he came your way, you just turned around on the spot. It was horrible.
The fact that you had developed a crush on the blue mutant was really no secret and the fact that he hadn't noticed was a real miracle. Or maybe he had found out and just decided not to do anything. You didn't know which option was worse.
So far, you had really done your best to avoid him as much as possible so that he wouldn't think of talking to you, but you could always at least catch a glimpse of the blue mutant out of the corner of your eye. You just couldn't help it, Kurt was wonderful. He was funny, charming, polite, intelligent and incredibly attractive. One look at his face with a beaming smile was enough to make your legs go weak.
And today you had really blown it.
Rogue had finally managed to convince her brother to stay at the school and he had decided to teach some of the classes. You were both thrilled and devastated at the prospect of seeing this wonderful man every day, and probably embarrassing yourself every day after you'd already ogled him more than once.
However, when you had entered the staff room at lunchtime and seen Kurt sitting next to Ro on the sofa in his shirt, suit trousers and loose tie, you had immediately stormed out of the room with a bright red face and gone to the staff bathroom, where no one had been at the time. In hindsight, you really should have locked that door.
You energetically threw another handful of cold water onto your face and rubbed your cheeks several times to be on the safe side, hoping to drive out the redness. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," you mumbled and leaned against the edge of the sink, head bent forward. "How am I supposed to survive this. God, I bet Rogue recommended these clothes to him. Lord help me."
Nervously, you began to pace up and down, ruffling your hair. "Why does he have to look so good? Can't he be ... normal attractive? Not inhumanly, divinely attractive?" You'd embarrass yourself, really embarrass yourself, and he'd never talk to you again. Or worse, think you're pathetic and talk to you out of pity.
You came to a halt in front of the mirror again and looked at your reflection. "No, no." You couldn't bear the thought. "Okay." You exhaled and leaned against the edge of the sink again. "It can't be that difficult. Just be normal. Or whatever," you mumbled. "Just be cool. Kurt's just another teacher, he probably doesn't even know you exist. You just go up to him and start a conversation, that's all."
You exhaled. "You can do this, take it easy." You looked up, meeting your gaze in the mirror, and put on your most believable smile. "'Hi Kurt, how ya doing?' No, no, that's too casual." You paused for a moment and thought. "'Good afternoon, Mr. Wagner, how are you today?' Oh God, far too formal."
You wipe your face in frustration. "Come on, it's just a conversation, nothing more. You can talk to students all day. What's the difference? Apart from the fact that Kurt is a lot more attractive and wonderful and that you have a crush?" You gave a somewhat exasperated and forced laugh. "Nothing more than that. Gambit would laugh at you if he saw you like that." Your fingers drummed on the porcelain of the basin.
"'Hi Kurt, I just wanted to take a minute to say that I really admire you and think you're wonderful and funny and...um I've seen you around here quite a bit and..." Groaning, you threw your hands up in the air. "God, I sound like a crazy person! Or a stalker! Or both! This is way too much too soon. Just... keep it casual. 'Hey, you're Kurt, aren't you? I'm glad you've decided to stay with us'."
You nod and run your fingers through your hair again. "That works, doesn't it? It's not too casual but not too formal and I don't sound like a crazy stalker who's way too obsessed with a stranger. Okay, good, you can do it. Just relax and stay cool. Who knows, maybe he won't even notice you and you won't have to talk-â As you turn around mid-motion, you freeze in place, your heart skipping a beat. "-with him," you added meekly, your eyes widening in panic as you realize whoâs been silently listening to your pep talk. Across from you, leaning against one of the toilet stalls, is Kurt, his arms crossed in front of his chest and an amused smile playing on his lips. His tail whips lightly through the air, as he slowly releases his arms from their twist.
You had to admit that your next move wasn't particularly brave. All the self-confidence you had been trying to build up over the last five minutes had disappeared and you did what was the only logical thing to do: you dashed past Kurt out of the bathroom, sprinting down the corridor, feeling incredibly grateful that you didn't have any more lessons today, meaning that you could hide in your room in the hope that you would never have to face him again.
Just the thought of it made your face flush with shame and you threw yourself onto your bed to release frustrated screams into your pillow. You weren't quite sure how long you'd been lying there, but a knock on your door brought you out of your racing thoughts. You didn't really feel the need to talk right now, but you heaved yourself out of bed anyway when there was a second knock.
You were pretty sure you must look horrible, clothes and hair out of place from the bed, but usually only Gambit or Jean came by and both had seen you in some worse circumstances. Sighing, you opened the door. "Listen, I'm not-" You broke off mid-sentence, looking up wide-eyed at the person in front of you, who was definitely not Gambit or Jean.
"Hello, am I interrupting?" Kurt looked down at you, his lips curled into a sweet smile and your heart instantly beat in your throat as the heat rose in your cheeks. You could only shake your head, causing Kurt to smile even wider. "Wonderful." He stepped slightly towards you, leaning against your doorframe, and you were pretty sure you were going to explode instantly.
"Can I...I help you?" Your voice was barely audible and shaky and you tried your best to avoid eye contact, but it was so incredibly difficult. Kurt's eyes were bright and shining and so attractive that she found it hard to look anywhere else.
"Indeed yes." His smile became more mischievous and you were pretty sure your legs wouldn't be able to hold you up for much longer, they were so weak. "I saw you storming out of the staffroom earlier and I was worried. What if you're ill? Or something is wrong? So I thought I should follow you to make sure you were okay."
It was pure torture. You wanted to sink into the ground, get struck by lightning, anything just to avoid having to have this conversation. Kurt, however, seemed quite determined to do so.
"But when I got to the bathroom, something was revealed to me that I could never have guessed." Ashamed, you turned away, your hands over your face. "I'm so incredibly sorry Kurt, I really am... I'm so unbelievably embarrassed right now. Please, forget I said that."
He raised an eyebrow and looked slightly amused. "You called me wonderful and funny. That's a little hard to forget." You groaned. "God, kill me."
"Ah, ah, ah, let's not start with that," he admonished, raising a finger. His smile softened and he gently stroked a finger over your hand, which was still covering your face. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. There's nothing wrong with it. Even if I don't quite understand why." At that moment, you decided that it couldn't get much worse and that if you were going to be embarrassed, you could at least get it all out at once. That way you would have limited the most embarrassing moment of your life to a few hours and not a period of weeks or months.
"Because I like you and you're incredibly attractive and perfect, but I'm not brave enough to tell you that and so I become a walking mess around you every time and I'm only telling you this so I can get it over with and you only have to reject me once and not twice."
You had spoken quickly and quietly and were pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to understand you, however he seemed to do so as he stepped towards you and slowly stroked your cheek again, this time more tenderly and with a sugary sweet smile on his face.
"Actually, that hadn't quite been the plan, my dear," he murmurs, a gentle lilt to his voice. His tail emerges from behind him, swaying lightly as if adding to the suspense. With widening eyes, you realize he's holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped with it.
Perplexed yet touched by his gesture, you accept the bouquet, feeling the soft petals under your fingertips. His smile broadens, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Can I take you out to dinner? Tonight?"
Your eyes widened, cheeks burning with a mix of surprise and excitement. "What?" you stammered, caught off guard by his unexpected invitation. He chuckled lightly, tapping your chin, which had dropped in astonishment.
"I'm asking you out," he repeated with a playful grin. You were at a loss for words, your mind racing as you tried to process the whirlwind of emotions flooding through you. When you finally managed to utter a "yes," your voice came out as no more than a soft squeak, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
Kurt smiled contentedly, took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. "Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. I'll pick you up." With a wink and a slight bounce in his step, he disappeared down the hall, leaving you standing there, bouquet in hand, still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
As the realization sunk in, you hurriedly set the bouquet down on your table and dashed down the corridor to Gambit's room.
You had a date with Kurt Wagner, and the sudden rush of excitement left you with one pressing question: What on earth were you going to wear?
Part 2 (in work)
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