#maybe not giving people a chance to get to know the real me is a bad thing actually

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 2, Part 2

Masterpost (Thank you jaythefae for reading over this so that I could post it! This migraine has me writing a lot of swapped words.)

Okay, okay fuck. That wasn’t what Wally was going for at all!

It was a tower! Like Titan’s tower and the lightning bolt was supposed to be him. He was trying to tell them who he was, not spell doom. Who made a tower doom?

Wally put his fingers to his lips and paced. Or paced as much as he could. If he went too far from Danny (and boy had it taken a long time to even learn Danny’s name) he would… disintegrate, for lack of a better word. And wow did Wally want a better word because he did not like disintegrating. People shouldn’t disintegrate!

“Okay, okay, I can work with this! I did go through a major—” Wally leaned in to try and hear the conversation. Danny was clear enough, but anything Mina (or not Danny) said was like listening to the words through wind storm.

“…upheaval and destruction. Change, basically,” Mina said.

He wished she’d shout.

“And… change is doom?” Danny said. He sounded as dubious as Wally felt about that.

Mina shrugged. “People don’t — change. Like — so they get grum— and then— and tada! Change bad.”

“Well, I mean. Of course they went through a change, they’re dead,” Danny said.

Wally winced so hard he bumped into and through Danny’s shoulder. Danny shuddered at the touch.

“Or if not dead, trapped somewhere,” Danny added with a glance towards where Wally was standing.

It was a good sign that Danny was starting consider that Wally wasn’t a ghost. Wally really, really didn’t think that he was dead, after all. But how to get across that he was trapped in the Speed Force? He didn’t think there would be a card for that.

Wally zipped over to Mina’s side, took the cards, and shuffled through them. He really wished that he knew what these damn things meant. A small part of his brain said that messing with the cards like this was messing up the meaning, but fortune telling wasn’t real. (At least not normal human fortune telling.) Once he had finished stacking the spread set with cards he hoped would be useful, he put the cards back and returned to Danny’s side.

The world blurred and crackled around him.

This was using too much energy that he didn’t have. Something had to come from it.

Please.

This had to help.

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“Well, that wasn’t any help.”

“Don’t say that Danny,” Mina said, but even she was frowning slightly down at her cards as if they were a puppy that had piddled on the floor.

“Do you want to go grab some food? I’m craving one of those avocado, tofu, and facon sandwiches from that place you love.”

“Oh, yes, that sounds excellent,” Mina said, perking up. She stood from the table and started back towards the kitchen. “But before you go, I want to give you some of a special tea. It will help you settle into a sort of zone so that maybe you can have a better chance of connecting with your spirit without you being hurt.”

“Mina Aleshire, are you giving me drugs?” Danny gasped dramatically as he wandered after her, Hubris held limply in his arms.

She paused in opening the cabinet, as if really having to consider the question. “Well, nothing illegal?”

“Mina!”

“It’s an herbal blend!” she argued. “Just, maybe don’t have anywhere to go or anything to do for a few hours after taking it. You know, just in case.”

Danny sighed. “The worst part is that I’m really considering taking this mystery herb blend.”

“It’s better than having seizures,” she pointed out as she handed him a little satchel.

“It’s better than having seizures,” he agreed and took it.

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The tea smelled like rain and honeysuckle. Danny cradled the mug he was using more carefully than the thick, chipped ceramic warranted. The warmth seeped into his palms and bones. He breathed the pungent smell in and then let out the breath slowly.

He didn’t know if this would work.

It was almost certainly a bad idea, what with him being not entirely human, but it was at least an idea. Danny had never seen one of Mina’s readings go so badly. It went so badly that Danny felt certain that the ‘ghost’ had been interfering. The problem was, is that Danny didn’t know if the sabotage was on purpose or from ignorance.

He wanted to believe that it was ignorance. That the ghost had been trying to tell them something, but in doing so had messed up the reading. But Danny always wanted to believe the best in people.

It had gotten him burned too often.

It might get him burned again if the ghost was really out to hurt him. Mina couldn’t give him the clearest answer on what the tea was going to do, but Danny was pretty sure that it was going to make his spirit less attached to his body for a bit so that he could commune with the things not of this realm. A less attached spirit meant one that was easier to sever.

But he was already half dead, so what did it matter?

Or so he told himself.

Before he could run around the logic again, Danny tipped the mug back and took a long, slow sip. It was spicier than he expected, but in a good way. He drained half the cup steadily as he slowly settled into the mound of pillows that made up his bed. It really wasn’t half bad, for magical drug tea.

“I think I can smell that from here. Which, dude, is saying a lot because I’m stuck in the Speed Force.”

Danny hummed. “What’s the Speed Force?”

“What’s the—can… can you hear me? Can you actually hear me? Did the weird tea do something?!?” the words came in such a rush that they were hard to follow. It didn’t help that they sounded like they were coming from a badly tuned ham radio.

“Slower. You have to be slower. I can barely understand you. You’re static. You’re always static to me,” Danny said.

“Sorry. I’m sorry! I’m sorry I am and that I hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t mean to. But you’re the only one that I can hear and see! I need your help!” The words sped up and up again until they were a blur—a roar—a scream—

The mug hit the mattress and bounced onto the floor with a crack as Danny clutched at his head to try to block the sound out.

The talking stopped.

His head continued to ring.

Danny curled up into the pillows with a whimper.

It was a minute or days later when Danny felt fingers running through his hair. They were wonderfully warm.

“—always hurting you. You keep trying for me though, don’t you?”

“Wanta help,” Danny mumbled.

The fingers stilled then picked back up their path. “I need the help too, which is… I’m supposed to be the hereo here, you know?”

“You’re dead,” Danny said.

“Ugh, no! Come on, you were finally moving away from that idea, Danny! I’m not dead! I’m trapped in the Speed Force.”

Danny finally found the strength to roll himself over. Bright blue eyes set among fiery hair and a beautiful scattering of freckles blinked down at him. Danny reached up an unsteady hand to brush over one of the freckled cheeks.

“Speed Force?”

“What gives me my powers. Something went wrong and I’m trapped. You seem to be the only one that can hear or see me and it’s hurting you.”

“Yeah, seizures suck,” Danny said. The world around them was just a swirl of color. Like when a ride at a carnival was spinning so fast that nothing was real anymore. “I don’t think I’m going to be okay when I wake up.”

They laughed, but it was a bitter, choked off sound. “No, Danny, I don’t think you’re going to be okay either.”

“Oh. How can I help you?”

They shook their head, red hair flew about. “You should focus on yourself.”

“Already hurt,” Danny pointed out. “Make it worth it. How can I help you?”

Their blue eyes searched his and then closed as they gave an almost keening whine. Man, they really were worried about him, weren’t they?

“If you can remember, go to Titan’s Tower,” they said finally. “Ask for Nightwing and… and tell him that I said that he's a real dick, okay?”

Danny blinked.

The world spun and spun and spun.

“What?”

“He’ll know what I mean,” they insisted. “He’ll know it’s from me. Tell the Titans that I’m with you and I’m trapped in the Speed Force and I need them to get me out.”

There was an alarm screaming now. Was it time to get up?

“And take care of yourself a little, okay?”

People were shouting.

“Okay.”

The world went dark.

[0coffeeplease0]

YAN! FORSAKEN X DANDICUS DANCIFER GN READER

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Behind the stage

Prologue

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You were standing there impatiently on the damn box, and no one was buying, you even placed a medkit to get their attention so they could buy, but none of them approached. At this point you were being annoyed, you were getting angry.

You looked around to see if anyone would atleast take intriest in what you have, nobody was looking your way. You sigh and speak up.

"Aren't you guys interested in a medkit? I'm being very generous right now."

"And what makes you think we will waste our tapes in a mere medkit? We have Sprout to heal us and we also have cosmo."

You heard Vee say, her words made your blod boil, you just wanted to rip her apart...and you will.

"Fine, be that way..."

You said as you pull on the lever and descend as the elevator timer ran out, you were gonna teach them all a lesson, especially that damn TV.

You felt the ichor consume you. You felt yourself grow until your transformation was done. You start crawling around the area hearing your favorite lullaby play, you can hear the others panicked whispers.

Until you saw Vee doing a machine, you hurried up towards her, Vee panicked she was cornerd she didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to end her, your vision went black.

After some time you had waken up, you felt the ground beneath you feel rough...you get up, you didn't feel like yourself anymore.

You walk straight and see a beach from the distance, you hurry your steps. Once you have arrived you look at the water to see you're a reflection, you aren't a toon anymore...you are human, like Delilah...thinking about her name made you angry, but you didn't bother.

You kept looking at yourself through the reflection, you didn't have your rainbow petals, you had hair, white hair. You also had two hairpins that looked like your face. You get away from where you were and look at your attire, it was a gardener's attire. You sighed, you look behind you and noticed some cabins not too far.

You hesitated, whether you should go or not. After some time of thinking you walk towards the biggest cabin, maybe there were more people there...

As you made your way to the cabin, you heard voices, multiple voices. You hesitated to knock but then got the courage and knocked.

You heard how all the voices quieted down, after that, you heard steps getting closer to the door, then you saw a tall man, with very pale skin who had blue hair and wore a military uniform open it.

He looked at you sternly and spoke.

"Who are you?

You froze whether to say your real name or just your nickname, without thinking you spoke.

"My name is Y/N"

The man moved aside and let you inside, you felt multiple eyes land on you, soon a man with yellow skin and a red attire speaks up.

"I'm guessing you were sent here aswell"

You nodded. After some time of introduction, you got to know everyone's name, Elliot, Noob, Guest 1337, Shedletsky, Builderman, Two Tim, Dusekkar...

Maybe you'll be entertained, maybe it won't take long until you wake up from this dream and be back home, you just want to hang out with Astro...

"Dandicus Dancifer?"

You heard a voice say your name, your FULL name, you snapped your head towards the voice it was Chance, he was wearing a fedora, a black suit with a black tie, and sunglasses with headphones?

You glare at him, then look at your shirt, you had your name tag on the shirt, your full name, this made you angry.

"Don't call me that, just call me Y/N"

Chance smirked he was gonna ask you again but then everything around you went black again. Once you opened your eyes, you were in some sort of park...what was going on???

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Stats

Stamina: 200

Abilities

Passive:

☆Showtime☆

A light will shine above them every time they finish a generator alone and this gives them a small speed boost.

○Active○

They can make a tulip grow from the ground, once the tulip opens it will reveal an item, bloxy cola, medkit or a slice of pizza, has a cooldown of 50 seconds.

□Active□

They can make petals fall from the sky making them get in the way of the killer to distract them and make a run, has a cooldown of 60.

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Ending note: RAHHHH IM ALIVE I was just sick the past few days and Dandys world was crawling back into my life, and I was busy playing dead rails a few times to see what was new anyways I'm gonna make this a fanfic :)

Also I am gonna do request people had sent me but they may take time so sry 😞

[fizzyapplecandy]

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The one where you try to hate your future husband

Yeosang x Fem reader

Genres and warnings: royals, arranged marriage, strangers to acquaintances to lovers, y/n doesn't want to get married, yeosang is a sweetie, horses, horse riding, happy ending

Word count: 3.1k

You give your future husband one task - tame the untamable. It's his only chance to win you over, and he takes the challenge head on.

Little girls always dream of being princesses. Living in a lavish castle, surrounded by people who tend to your every need while they prance around the hallways in gorgeous dresses.

To you, being a princess meant being shackled down for the rest of your life.

You weren't opposed to the nice clothing and big bedroom with a view on the vast forest behind your castle. What you absolutely hated was the man sitting in front of you at the dinner table.

Another perk of being a royal meant uniting two kingdoms though marriage. This time, it was the union between you and Kang Yeosang, and you couldn't despise him even more than you did right now.

"So, your highness, how are the preparations for the wedding coming along? We hear you are clearing out the grand room." Yeosang's mother asked.

Your mom smiled, excited to share the details with her future in laws.

While they were chatting away about flower arrangements, food, your bouquet and dress, you nibbled on a piece of bread. Someone chuckled, and when you lifted your head you could see Yeosang hiding a smile behind his hand.

"What's so funny?" You whispered, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

"Oh, nothing. Just the sour expression on your face. You're a real joy to be around."

"Likewise."

Something told him you were obviously sarcastic. Yeosang had never met a person who despised him as much as you did. There was no particular reason for your hate, he thought, but it came off in waves.

More like hurricanes, he snickered.

"Say princess, why don't we take a walk around the gardens after our meal?"

"I'd rather walk on hot coal, thanks."

He frowned. "Now, that's a bit much, isn't it?"

"I think I've made myself pretty clear, your highness."

Without another word, you patted your mouth with a napkin and stood up from the table.

"Mother, I'm going to the stables. Have a lovely rest of your day."

"Wait, honey! Why don't you take Yeosang with you? He still hasn't seen your pride and joy!"

You tried to hide your frown, knowing you couldn't say no in front of his parents. Your mother put you on the spot, and she knew it.

"Oh... Maybe the prince has other things planned."

"No, I'd love to see your horses, princess."

You wanted to shout at him, but your royal upbringing stopped you.

"Of course. I'll just go to my room and change, you can go outside. San will take you to my stables."

Without another word, you bowed to the people at the table and left to change into your riding clothes.

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"So, is princess Y/N always so curt with people?"

"Only with the ones she doesn't like."

Yeosang frowned at San's answer. He kind of knew you disliked him, but you were about to get married for Christ's sake.

"Is there a way to win her over?" He asked the buff man walking in front of him.

"Well..." San gave it a good thought, but his head came up empty. He was your childhood friend, working in the castle next to his father down at the royal stables. The boy knew what a tough nut you were, but he praised prince Yeosang for his effort.

"I've been in princess Y/N's life for long enough to know that she is more impressed by simple, kind gestures, instead of anything grand. She doesn't like jewels and precious stones, she likes..." San looked ahead of him, pointing his finger for Yeosang to follow.

There you were, already saddled up on a black stallion. You looked incredible, and so powerful. Yeosang was too much in awe to say anything, and San chuckled.

"Horses, particularly Roger, are princess Y/N's passion. Try to bond with her through that."

"Lucky me..." Yeosang whispered, preparing himself for utter embarrassment.

It's not like Yeosang didn't know how to ride a horse, he was a prince for crying out loud. It's just that... Horses scared him. When duty called, he had one mare he trusted not to throw him off, but he didn't know how to ride anyone besides Locket.

"Well, prince Yeosang, grab a stallion and come join me." Y/N shouted from her place on the field. Her horse Roger kind of inherited her personality. She was connected to him on deeper levels than anyone could understand, and she loved the horse more than anything. Prince Yeosang didn't seem too keen on joining her.

"Oh, well... My mare is on the other side of the castle, maybe I should-"

"Nonsense! We have plenty of horses here! San, bring him Storm!"

By the expression on San's face, and the name of the mare, Yeosang knew this wasn't about to be easy.

After some time, San walked back out with a silvery horse tugging on the reins, trying everything in her might to run away. How did Y/N think he could... Oh.

She didn't. She didn't think he could do it, so she did this on purpose. Well, he'd rather get thrown off than let the princess have her satisfaction of winning.

"Roger and I are going to take a leap around the field, feel free to join us once you've... Well if you manage to get along with Storm here. She's a feisty one."

With that, the princess galloped away with her trusted steed, leaving a furious Yeosang behind.

"She's so mean!" He yelled, hearing a chuckle behind him.

San was lightly petting Storm, the horse already used to him, and he motioned for Yeosang to come closer.

"That's princess Y/N. I promise she's not always like this, but I think she likes messing with you. Here, come introduce yourself to Storm."

The silver beauty looked at Yeosang like he was her arch enemy. There was no chance he could get close to her without a bruise or two. However, the prince was determined to prove Y/N wrong, and he also wanted to win her over somehow. If a couple of scratches are needed, he'll gladly do it.

"Let's get to know each other, Storm."

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"Ouch! Okay, I've had it!"

San chuckled from his side of the fence, watching the desperate prince as he tried and failed to get on the horse. Storm was a tough one, and princess Y/N knew what she was doing.

"Come on, just let me ride you once! Just once! Let the princess see I'm capable!"

Yeosang was downright pleading with the horse now, afraid you'd come back and see how he failed. His clothes were dirty, one of his sleeves torn, and he somehow managed to get hay into his mouth and hair. He looked like a disaster, and he felt like one as well.

"Storm, please, I'm begging you!"

"Quite silly to hear you beg, prince Yeosang."

His head turned to see you lightly galloping towards them, and he could tell the mare was getting more relaxed. Without a word, you jumped down from Roger, going over to Storm and petting her. She was silent, almost nuzzling her huge head into your palms.

"What in the... How are you doing that?" Yeosang almost screamed.

"I've known her for ten years, she trusts me. Storm has always been a fighter, and she's really tough. Unless there's an actual storm, she's afraid of those. Once, she ran away, so we had to chase her through the forest. My poor baby was frightened."

Poor baby? That thing is everything but a baby. Yeosang felt like it would be pointless to argue, but the interaction between you and Storm made him step back as well. It looked like the mare was enjoying the pets, and she was swaying her long tail happily. Roger stood next to the two of you, seemingly a bit jealous that the attention wasn't on him. Yeosang almost felt like Roger right now.

"Well... She doesn't seem to like me. Do you have any other horses?"

You looked at Yeosang, smirking as a plan came up in your head.

"Tell you what, my prince. If you manage to ride around the field, just once, on Storm, then I'll gladly give this marriage thing a try. If you don't succeed by the end of the week, you'll let me live my life in peace. We'll still be married, but it will only be a contract to unite our two kingdoms. I find you interesting, but I don't accept the way this marriage came to be."

"Princes..." Yeosang was at a standstill.

You drove a good bargain, he must admit. However, how can he possibly do this? The horse would even give him a chance to get close, let alone... Oh.

He smirked, noticing the similarities with the two situations.

"Okay, I accept. Don't be too surprised when I succeed."

You laughed, and Yeosang thought it was a sweet, bell like sound he could get used to.

"Then we have a deal, dear prince."

This had to work out in his favour.

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"This isn't working out."

By day four, Yeosang still hasn't managed to come close to Storm. The horse all but ignored him, unless it shoved him away into the dirt once he stepped close enough.

"I think you need to give it a different approach." San suggested. The stable boy was of great help, and Yeosang could see himself befriending the fellow once he was done with his task.

"What else can I do? I tried bribing her with food - she almost bit my hand off. I tried taking slow steps - she neighed so loud once she heard me I almost weed in my pants. I also tried going head on - see this bruise? She kicked me in the leg."

The prince sat down on the dirt, head banging against one of the fence pillars.

"I'm hopeless, San."

The buff man jumped into the ring, sitting down next to the prince.

"Hey, your highness, sorry for overstepping if I am, but why don't you give up then? If you're not able to do it, why not offer the princess another solution?"

"Because I don't want her to think I'm a quitter. She's going to look at me for the rest of our lives as a man who couldn't complete one task to show her respect and affection. It shouldn't be that difficult to get close to a horse. The princess seemed to do it just fine."

San chuckled. "Yeah, well, do you think she had it easy? It took a lot of time for Storm to trust Y/N, because she didn't give up. She couldn't."

"Yeah, well, neither can I. I can see how special Storm is, she's a beauty as well, but I think she doesn't know how gentle people can be. She just has to give me a chance."

As if understanding them, the horse turned her head in Yeosang's direction. It looked like she was taunting him. 'Come on, don't give up.'

Determined to succeed, he dusted off his pants and made his way over to the mare.

"You're going to see the kind of person I am, Storm. I'm not so easy to sway."

From a window overlooking the field, princess Y/N smiled. The boy just wouldn't give it a rest. She watched as he fell over and over, standing back up every time. He was determined, that much was clear, but it seemed like he never lost anything in his life, so this proved to be a difficult task.

"Oh, silly prince. If he just sat still next to her, she'd sniff him out and relax. Did he bring her sugar cubes or carrots? She only eats sweets, maybe I should suggest - Oh what am I saying? Do I want him to win?"

"I think you do, my dear."

Whipping your head around you saw your mother standing in the doorway to your room. She had a smug smile on her face, and you knew she heard everything you said.

"Mother! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?"

She shrugged. "But dear, your door was wide open! We're you, perhaps, on your way down to the field?"

"No! I was just... I don't know."

Your mother came to stand next to you, looking out the window.

"He's a determined little prince, don't you think? I doubt he would be doing this for just anyone."

"You think so?" You asked, leaning against her shoulder.

"Oh, I know so. You should take it easy on him if he doesn't manage to ride her. Storm's a difficult one."

You glanced outside again, seeing Yeosang on the ground for the millionth time today.

"For some reason, I think he'll manage."

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"The sky is awful today." You said as you glanced out the window in the dinning area.

"There's a storm brewing, it will probably hit us tonight." Your father added, looking up from his book. He had a habit of reading while eating lunch.

"Do you think it will be a light one?" Yeosang asked from across the table. He looked positively exhausted. It was Saturday, and he had one day left before failing your challenge. Storm was warming up to him, no longer biting the poor man and kicking him in the knees, but he wasn't sure she'd let him saddle her up tomorrow.

"I'm not sure, your highness, it seems like it won't be pleasant." Your mother answered, glancing at you knowingly. She knew where to find you if the weather got bad.

After finishing your meal, you stood up to go to the library when you heard steps behind you.

"Princess Y/N, could I have a word?"

You turned around and looked at Yeosang, nodding for him to continue.

"Well, tomorrow is Sunday, and you know... I don't... I don't think you gave me enough time."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? I think I gave you plenty. Do you think you won't be able to do it?"

"I... Well, I think I'm on a good path, but I need a few more days."

"Do you think it would make a difference? A day, or two? Maybe you just can't do it."

He was starting to get frustrated, and you could see by the frown on his face.

"I know you want me to fail, but I'm not giving you that satisfaction. I want you, princess. I don't think you realise how much. I won't give up."

Without another word he strolled away graciously, leaving you behind in shock.

He wanted you? He really did? It's not like you haven't felt wanted before, but this was new, and exciting. Maybe you could give him more time. It wouldn't hurt to see him succeed, and you certainly wouldn't mind celebrating with him. Somewhere along the past few days you've accepted your fate, and looked at it from another perspective. Yeosang was a good man, a man who just admitted how much he wanted you.

You could get used to that, you thought as you walked into your room. Looking out the balcony, you saw how terrible the sky became. It would surely be a rough storm.

The sky got darker as the day went by, and by nightfall it was raining so hard you thought it would flood the castle. The wind rammed your windows open twice, and you knew your horses were absolutely terrified. Storm in particular.

Without a second thought, you jumped from your bed and wrapped your silk robe around yourself. You tried sneaking out quietly, avoiding the guards at all costs.

Your escape was rather quick, but the path to the stables was tough. The rain got into your eyes, soaking your clothes in seconds and making it difficult to walk. What usually took you about five minutes now turned into almost fifteen. You failed to notice the light already shining inside the stables.

Opening the door, you shouted out for your horses.

"Roger! Storm! I'm here, my babies, I'm - Oh."

"Hi there."

There, on the dirty floor, sat Yeosang with Storm's head in his lap. He was running his fingers through her maine, and she opened her eyes to glance at you before closing them again.

"Sorry, princess. I know you said she has trouble with bad weather and thunder, so I just... Sorry if I overstepped."

You were speechless. He looked soaked to the bone, his hair sticking to his forehead and his white shirt stretched out over his broad shoulders. What was most noticeable was his concern for Storm, and the other horses. He cared enough even after she made his life hell the past week.

"You... Is she okay?" You asked, unable to think about anything else.

"She's fine. I gave her some sugar cubes, although they kind of melted in the rain. I noticed her dislike for carrots pretty soon." He chuckled, continuing to caress her as he spoke.

"Thank you, truly."

Without another word, you went to check on Roger, walking him over to Yeosang and Storm. The four of you huddled together, and the horses naturally gravitated towards each other. Like them, you also scooted closer to Yeosang, shivering slightly.

"Hey, are you cold? I doubt that a soaked robe does anything for you." He joked, but he was concerned you'd freeze. He slowly placed his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Is this okay?" He whispered, noticing your flushed cheeks.

"Y-Yes. You're really warm." You said, cuddling into him.

"Only when I'm next to a princess like you."

You rolled your eyes, but the smile was evident.

"Oh, stop it. You don't have to make corny jokes to win me over."

"Are you saying I already did that?"

You looked into his eyes, lightly caressing the birth mark next to his eye. He froze, but when he saw how gentle you were, it made his heart melt.

"I'm saying you don't need to try to tame Storm anymore. I think you've proved yourself enough."

"Now, as flattered as I am, I don't back away from a challenge. Don't worry princess, you'll see how it's done tomorrow."

"You're confident you can do it?" You asked, humor in your tone.

"After tonight, I think I can conquer the world."

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"He's doing it, Y/N, he's really doing it!"

San forgot his manners for a second, but you couldn't blame him. Not after watching Yeosang and Storm. She let him saddle her up, and there they were, running laps around the field. They both looked ecstatic, and the thumping of your heart let you know how overjoyed you were for them.

"San, bring me Roger, please."

"Right away!"

Yeosang looked over when he heard his name being called, only to watch as the woman of his dreams rode her trusted stallion beside him.

"Having fun?"

He laughed, reaching over to take your hand.

"Say, my princess, what do you think about riding our horses into the sunset after the wedding?"

You smiled, tightening your grip on his hand.

"I say yes, my prince."

[utilitycaster]

Wizard Breakdown Tracker 2x09

Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you saw the last of me. Except not because I said I might do this. And now I am.

As you may or may not know or care, the Wizard Breakdown Tracker began almost exactly four years ago (March 26 2021) and ran through the end of Campaign 2, including the Uk'otoa two-shot, echoes of the solstice, and occasional other appearances, covering the mental state of wizard NPCs. Because by the end of Campaign 2, we sure had amassed a cast of Wizard NPCs.

And it was pretty late in the game, is the thing, and the wizard NPCs begin quite early, and also when I was binge-watching The Pitt over the past few days I remembered the breakdown tracker, for obvious reasons* (spoilers for The Pitt under the cut lol) because really, what I love most in life and The Enjoyment Of Fiction is watching people who are really good at what they do have a little nervous breakdown so that I can experience catharsis. I'm very normal and being a high-achieving eldest daughter did not shape my psyche.

ANYWAY it is time for our wizard tracker, which is brief because we're at one (1) wizard NPC reveal so far, and while I know what they have coming for them, they don't.

Pumat Sol: Unbothered. Hydrated. Moisturized. Happy. In His Lane(s). Flourishing. Fitter. Happier. More Productive. Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. He is doing great and I cannot wait until he meets Yasha but that's in like 6 or 7 episodes. He's vibing and he's thriving. 0/10.

Until we Nein Again, this has been: The Wizard Breakdown Tracker.

Ok actually just to be transparent here, I believe we won't run into any more wizards or see Pumat for a couple more episodes so I may have to vamp a bunch or skip it until we've got a slightly larger cast or idk, include Caleb or otherwise get silly with it; this may not be a weekly installment. but it will be semi-regular.

bonus Main Cast Doctor/Med Student breakdown tracker for cool people because the wizard breakdown tracker is kinda thin and it's funny as hell to do this. to me anyway. in reverse order of seniority:

Victoria Jiavadi: she has already snapped and told her mother to read the fucking room however she is actually finding out that passing out aside (to be fair I did NOT look close at the degloving and I'm not squeamish and also not physically present and I know it's not real) she actually might have what it takes for emergency medicine! 7/10, I don't think she knows how to relax but honestly this is a downgrade for her

Dennis Whittaker: apologies to my mutuals who have been hearing me talk about the most sopping wet cat in the state of Pennsylvania all weekend but while Santos might give him a heart attack with her REBOA antics, he's also starting to realize that he might be cut out for this after all. 6/10 and it's gonna go down if Carmen gets an OR quick; he got his breakdowns out of the way early so honestly it's been an upswing for him.

Dr. Santos: her vibe is that she's got it all under control but I know how this works and things have gone too smoothly for her I feel her time is coming this coming episode or the finale. Or maybe not. She might not crack until season 2. But I'm going with an 8/10.

Dr. King: perhaps this is revealing things about myself but my gut check is that she's going to handle the remainder of the shift like an absolute champ, pick up her sister, go home, and once her sister is asleep, fall apart for precisely 23 minutes and then listen to some calming sounds and go to bed herself. 5/10 for the next episode at least.

Dr. McKay: She did just drill through an ankle monitor and her kid is here. Like emotionally she's tough as nails but nerves are fraying. also I did watch the previews and I think chances are we're at like 9/10.

Dr. Mohan: I'm going to admit I think she's great but also unsurprisingly I bounce off of her a bit because she's so good and like, kind of emotionally healthy, honestly. I'm here, as discussed, to see extremely competent people experience mental breakdowns and in doing so have some cathartic release. Anyway she's also crushing it during the MCI so I'm saying 4/10.

Dr. Langdon: oh boy, this could go like. 2-3 different ways, and since this show was renewed and he's got good chemistry with the rest of the cast I'm going to say 9/10, there's going to be TEARS and NARC-ANON MENTIONS and MANLY YELLING but he'll get his job back on probation I think. I don't actually know how this works but also as someone with family on both the provider side and admin side AND someone who has watched all of House MD AND Scrubs I think they're more likely to bend some realism re: letting a doctor who was skimming opioids come back.

Dr. Collins: I hope she listened and has her phone off and is taking a hot bath and having a glass of wine but if she is she is probably at least having a much-deserved cry while doing so, and if she's not, well, she's trying to get to the hospital during an MCI, so also 9/10.

Dr. Robinavitch: bestie did you see the episode. it's showtime. I do want to call out verisimilitude specifically for the Peds room on the Pitt, although in my personal experience they are more likely to be "under the sea" themed than "forest/jungle" themed. but yeah you'll be in like a pediatric x-ray room and there will be elaborate murals of fish, and I think the choice to set this breakdown and all the flashbacks in a pediatric room specifically is a great detail. This isn't about reviews of The Pitt from the perspective of "person who does things in hospitals" though; it's about Dr. Robby, the most divorced man of all time without actually being divorced, absolutely losing it in the corner of a makeshift morgue mid-MCI on The Second Worst Day On This Calendar Date he's ever had, Maybe The First Which Is Saying Something, 10/10.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of The Rising Sun

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[devils-yui]

Reposting this from a friend bc I think it is VERY important to know of this, and for immigrants, and other possible victims of the ICE Raids happening right now

Here’s to also a very huge edit, from the list of very helpful people who have been reblogging and providing more info.

I’m not as well informed but I will be relaying the information and tagging each person who added onto this post:

@onthedriftinthetardis -

The phone number in the first photo is ONLY for Orange County, California!

Look up your local ACLU affiliate here

@6feetunderwater -

It always makes me nervous to see a reporting phone number passed around without any links to verify it, so the number in the first pic can be found on the site for the Orange County Rapid Response Network, which is "an interconnected system of non-profit and grassroots organizations, civil rights attorneys, law school clinics, and individuals working together to respond to dehumanizing immigration enforcement activities and policies in Orange County"

@geekerypeekery -

The second warrant is not fake, but is an administrative rather than judicial warrant, and has no constitutional authority to bypass Fourth Amendment protections - in other words, it does not entitle the bearer to enter and search your home. It simply authorizes agents of the issuing department to contact you. Always ask to see the warrant before opening your door!

In addition to the ACLU links, try contacting the National Immigration Law Center https://www.nilc.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/Warrants-Subpoenas-Facts.pdf

@american-anger -

The phone number listed here is specific to Orange County in California, but you can look up other California counties here:

CALIFORNIA RAPID RESPONSE NETWORKS

@beaniebaneenie -

Unpleasant reminder: within 100 miles of the border (which is home to 200 million people and virtually all major cities in the US), ICE does not need a warrant to enter your home, your car, to search anything, or even to arrest you.

You are not automatically safe just because they don't have a real warrant.

The best and safest thing you can do is learn to have escape routes- quick ways to get out of the house or area you're in if you find out ICE or CBP are around. Those of us who do have documentation? Time for us to step the fuck up.

Film any interaction. Every interaction. If you're able, step into the conversation and be a Karen/Kyle- weaponize your privilege for Good. If you get asked about people? Use positive but vague statements so you a) cannot be caught in a lie, and b) do not give any information away.

"I don't know them that well, but I don't tend to socialize much. They seem great to me."

"I can't remember the last time I saw them."

"Maybe they speak another language, I can't remember details. But I picked up Duolingo during the pandemic and tons of other people did too."

"I'm not sure."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Even if you're somewhere the 100-mile Exception doesn't apply and a warrant is in fact needed? I don't expect ICE and CBP to play by the rules for long, if at all. I fully expect this to get ugly, and fast.

Cheeto has already declared an emergency of national security at the border, and is mobilizing the military to have jurisdiction over a huge swath of the country. It's essentially tantamount to martial law. And it's only been four days.

Gear up for a long, hard fight. This is gonna be a marathon, not a sprint.

— I am leaving all of this as an edit because on the off chance someone does find the posts that have these people specifically reblogging, I don’t want it to be too late. So I’m comprising it all here

Here are a few other people’s reblogs I thought were important:

Thank you @onthedriftinthetardis @6feetunderwater @geekerypeekery @american-anger @beaniebaneenie @bunnychiffon @dubiouslynamed @trisockatops @witchy-disaster for contributing and helping me make this a more well-informed post. Thank you so much

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i am so fucking glad i waited until i was higher level grad student to play sumeru

i would not have understood the weight of these words and academia life before

avo you genius! thank you for your patience

[gu6chan]

i fucking hate american """left-wingers""" man

[monsterblogging]

"I know JK Rowing is a terrible person but her books are so good-"

You sure about that?

I mean, just for a start, have you taken a good look at her fantasy creatures lately? A whole bunch of them are straight-up based on malicious and dehumanizing stereotypes about actual people.

Remember the werewolves? And being a werewolf was made into a kind of metaphor for having AIDS?

And you know how AIDS was first associated with gay men? And how conservatives back in the day were claiming gay men were preying on children in order to convert them to gayness?

Remember how Fenrir Greyback preyed on children in particular? Yeah, she put that subtext in there. She was an adult in the 90's. She knew damn well what she was doing.

Remember the house elves? Remember how most of them loved to serve and needed to have a home and a master or else they just wouldn't know what to do with themselves?

Did you know that's literally what slavers in the American South said about the Black people they kept enslaved? Go look up the happy slave myth.

Do I even need to get into the goblins and the antisemitic tropes they're based on? No, folkloric goblins were not gold-hoarding bankers waiting for their chance to stab humanity in the back.

"But the characters are so good!"

Are you kidding me?

Most of her characters are pretty one-dimensional, including Harry. Her idea of making a morally complicated character is giving a tragic past to a bully. Numerous characters are little more than stereotypes. (Looking at Fleur right now.) Literally anybody, including you, can easily make dozens of characters just as good, if not better. (It doesn't exactly take a lot of character designing skill to go, "hey, actually, having a sad backstory doesn't make it okay to bully children" or "hey, maybe I should not base a character on the first stereotype that pops into my head.")

"But the rest of the worldbuilding!"

Sorry, but her worldbuilding is just as basic as her characters. Magical castles and secret passages are stock tropes. Magical people who keep their true nature secret from humanity is the premise of pretty much every White Wolf TTRPG. Most of her fantasy creatures are just common European fairy tale and folklore creatures with shitty stereotypes projected onto them.

I'm not saying "basic worldbuilding bad." I'm saying, you could do just as good, if not better, with minimal effort.

Also there's her magical bioessentialism, where only Harry's abusive blood relatives could provide him with supernatural protection from Voldemort. Rowling thus effectively declared that non-biological family isn't quite real family, and that abusive biofamily can give you some essential thing that a loving, supportive family that isn't related to you just can't.

The Hogwarts houses are one of the most insidious elements of her worldbuilding. The idea of being sorted gives you a little dopamine hit because wow now you have a li'l niche where you belong!

But the actual function of the houses and sorting system and the House Cup is teaching children to see each other as rivals, and ensure that the most toxic views of the upper class get passed on to every new batch of kids sorted into Slytherin.

Hogwarts effectively prepares children for a dystopia where magic serves to distract its citizens from how nightmarishly awful it is. Economic inequality is so bad that people like Arthur and Molly Weasley can barely afford to put their kids through school, casual sadism is just an accepted norm in everyday society, and non-humans are second class citizens. Rowling sorta acts like she thinks this is a bad thing with certain lines she gave to Dumbledore, but in the end, her special boy protagonist becomes an auror; IE, a defender of the status quo. So.

If you've never seen it, Lily Simpson's video goes into even more detail on how the worldbuilding of Harry Potter is actually incredibly fucked up, and how it betrays small-minded attitudes on Rowling's part. There's no separating the art from this artist, because Rowling's rotten values pour out of nearly every page.

Yes, there are many things in Harry Potter that evoke feelings and inspire people, but there's absolutely nothing in it that this series has a monopoly on. You can find those same experiences in much, much better media.

[lologoinsolo]

A continuation of this post! Tw: the word Daddy is mentioned but not in a sexual way!

Cats and Their Men Masterlist, Part 3

A week passed since that guy came in. You hope that the kitten's okay, the guy seems much better than you thought him to be. You did wonder if that was blood on the bills he gave when your manager had counted the register for the night. It looked a lil too red for your taste. But everyone has their secrets and you’re not about to ask that tank of a man if he killed someone or just happened to prick his finger. Still though you hope Bailey is faring much better with him than in the could and… you hope he comes back.

Sunday’s the worst but you managed to persuade your coworker to take over your register. Truck had just came in with so many things for the store and your managers are scrambling to get it all on the sales floor.

Humming along to the song from your earphones. The perks about stocking is that you hardly get bothered by your coworkers. No one likes to restock the numerous bedding and litter and pet clothing so you jumped at the chance to do it. Gives you some peace and quiet save for when the customers will tap at your shoulder. You’ll plaster a smile and use your “customer voice” to point them to where they need a certain item and then get back to stocking. You really should find a way to just work with animals. Maybe you can talk to your manager to see if you can try grooming instead of—

“Girl!”

You jerk and nearly ruin the stack of dog cans you had just put up when someone grabs your arm. “Jesus, Jess,” glaring at your manager when you give her a scathing glare. Coincidentally this one’s the grooming manager. “What’s the matter?” Normally she wouldn’t be out of the grooming salon but the stores been short staffed and cutting corners. She’s been running around having to manage the store floor and hers.

“What’s the matter,” she scoffs, “the matter is your boyfriend is asking for you.” Boyfriend? “He’s a real asshole, ya know. We paged you twice over the intercom. Did you not— are you wearing headphones?” You wince when her voice gets screechy. You pull on your earphones and sigh, it’s an unspoken rule to not wear earphones but that literally never stops her groomers from wearing them.

“Jess, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes as you give her a once over. Her hands land on her hips and you inwardly sigh. “What does he even look like? Did he say my name?” A little hopeful and also very worried because why is there a man claiming to be your boyfriend and why did your manager come get you for this? “I’m sure he’s one of the customers that’s been bitching lately. The fish tanks aren’t on sale anymore maybe he—“

“He’s not here for fish.” Cutting you off, “he asked for you. I thought he was your boyfriend cause he knew you were working right now.” The alarms start going off in your head. “Look, just go see what he wants.”

“Jess, I don’t know who this man is. Why didn’t you tell him I was like— I don’t know, not working?!”

“Because he’s refusing to fucking leave and he looks like he’s apart of the goddamn mafia!” She yells and you blink at her. Your anger boils to a simmer when she mentions what he looks like.

“Wait, wait… is he wearing a black mask? The ones people wore during COVID?” She nods and you pinch your nose hard. This motherfucker, “okay… I know him. He found a kitten a week ago. I told him to come find me. I didn’t think he’d remember my name because my name tag is so small.” Sighing loudly and stepping around her. “I’ll go talk to him.”

“Good, he’s given us all a fright and I really don’t need this right now. Bella bit the shit out of Felix and now I’m down a groomer.”

“Okay,” nodding as she tells you her woes. It’s been hard all around cause there’s not many workers but you’ll take a mask wearing customer over a shih tzu that’s known to bite. Fixing your shirt and putting on a smile when the figure that’s haunting the grooming salon takes one look at you and starts walking to you— quickly. “Evening, good to see you again. How can I—“

“She’s not eating any of the shit you told me to buy.” He cuts you off and you wonder if you’re actually just made of paper with how everyone cuts you off. There’s a black scarf he’s wearing and you notice a little bit of movement. This guy seems to favor black considering the matching jacket and pants color scheme.

You pull a face and turn to your side when he steps right in front of you. Jesus, he’s tall. Craning your neck to look up at him. “Sir, you have a weeks worth of three different foods?” Is she refusing to eat all of them? “It’s only been a week. Are you sure she’s—“

“Gave her a different one each day and she ain’t eating.” He tilts his head down, “why?” You swallow a bit when he glares at you. You wonder if whoever pisses him off gets to see this last before they get knocked the fuck out.

“You?” Shriveling up slightly, “wait,” once it runs through what he says it starts to click in your head. “You gave her a different one each day. You’re not supposed to do that.” Now it’s your turn to glare at him, “you’re supposed to ease her out into a new one before letting her try it suddenly.” You gave him the kitten version of chicken, beef, and salmon. You had a feeling that she was probably eating literal garbage and wanted her to try the chicken first. It’s your usual go to for new kittens.

“News to me,” he crosses his heavy arms over his chest. “Should’ve told me that.”

“I did tell you…” you start to trail off when you realize that you in fact did NOT tell him that. You just assumed he would know that. Goddamnit. “Okay,” he cocks an expectant brow, “maybe I forgot to mention but you didn’t ask. I thought you knew.” A measly form of an apology and taht doesn’t seem to settle him

“I told you I need things for the little shit. You made me buy those things,” he takes a step forward, “expensive things and now she’s waking me up all hours of the damn night because she’s hungry.” Your throat must be very dry from how hard you swallow. “What you didn’t tell was how to feed her.” His hands ball and flex.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you realize that maybe you are more in the wrong than your pride wishes to admit. “Look I,” taking a breath, “I’m sorry. It’s on me, I should’ve told you. I would’ve given you one of those first time pamphlets but we ran out.” Feeling like how a bug feels under a boot with how you tremble out an apology. “Was there one that she seemed interested in the most? Some cats like the chicken more while others prefer the salmon.” Maybe you can give him some wet cans to entice his little pet. A small thing like her shouldn’t be without food and you start to feel worse.

“She sniffed more at the salmon.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Perking up and you turn on your heel. “Come on, I’ll buy you some wet cans.” Before he can even protest you cut him off finally. “Look, I feel horrible, it’s the least I can do. Plus I get discounts.” Giving him a wink and he doesn’t give you anything other than a curt nod. You grab the salmon wet cans, the kitten ones, and you pray to the gods that Bailey will eat it so her dad won’t kill you. “Try the wet cans, see if that’ll work. If not then you’ll have to try for a different one. There’s a brand here that sells rabbit and turkey, a bit expensive.” You laugh shortly, “but cats have sensitive stomachs. They don’t mean to be picky.”

“Might not be picky but she sure as hell like to run my money.”

You huff a small laugh at his expense, “you should see the bills I’ve seen that get racked up here.” You skip the line to head to your register. Ringing it up and usually you’re not supposed to use your own discount for others but you’re not willing to risk mafia guy’s anger. Bagging it and passing it to him for him but he doesn’t grab it right away “Is there… is there something else you need?” You ask and he takes the bag from you finally.

He mulls over your words for a second and then says. “Need a collar,” he tilts his head to the side and out pokes Bailey’s itty bitty head from his scarf. You nearly scream when you see her but manage to bite your tongue on time. “Here,” he pulls her out and she lets out a disgruntled meow. He plops her down in your waiting arms. “Scratched up my neck.” He grumbles under his breath when he fixes his scarf back up. The kitten simply purrs in your arms when you coo and run from her nose to head. A glutton for love and you readily give it to her. “Find something for her.” He waves offhandedly once his scarf looks decent around his neck once more.

“Do have a specific—“ you trail off again when his eyes squint down at you. Right… he doesn’t really care. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He grunts an acknowledgment and you walk off with the cutest little baby. She keeps pulling at your chest, seems eager to get to your shoulders and you wonder if she does that to her dad all the time. “Hmmmm,” looking from all the collars that the store sells. “You’re too tiny,” you hold her up like the monkey did the lion cub, a little sad that there’s not much that’ll fit her. “But,” noticing a small blue collar that shines slightly, “this could fit. It’ll give you enough room to grow into as well.” It’s a cat collar designed to unclasp if it gets snagged hard onto something. And knowing this curios kitten, she’ll need it.

Bailey doesn’t seem to mind when you let her sniff at it till the collar comes on and then she’s desperate to figure out what’s around her neck. Her back legs kicking at the edge of the collar and you cup her so she won’t tug it off. “Your daddy wants you wearing that so you gotta get used to it.” He could train her to walk on a harness later but that does take a good amount of training and

“Daddy, huh?”

You jolt from your thoughts and squeeze a little too tight around Bailey. She lets out a little hiss and you blubber an apology. “I didn’t— that’s not what I—“ the ‘daddy’ in question seems far too amused with how you stutter. “I uh… I thought you were at the front?” Coughing to push past your embarrassment. Petting Bailey as an apology on her sides and under her chin. She doesn’t forgive easily as she gives you a well deserved nips. You murmur a sorry to her and she squints up at you.

“Thought you got lost.” He comes around and pulls his kitten from your hands, he took a little longer to get her out but maybe you’re thinking too hard. You were taking a bit down the aisle but you wanted her to have a nice collar that fit her well. The heat from his fingers though makes your own cheeks warm slightly. When did he get that close and also why didn’t you hear him walking up? “Looks good,” he holds Bailey up and moves her around like she’s a little jewel. “Blue suits her.” He pushes her back inside his scarf and you can faintly hear her little purrs. A slight movement of the fabric before she settles right up against his neck.

Clearing your throat slightly, some strands of hair falls a bit forward but you’re still a bit squirmy to fix it. “I knew she would look good in blue. It matches her, I can buy it for you as well. I don’t min—“ your eyes widen when he moves his hand to tuck those loose strands back behind your ear. You stare up wide at him and he stares down at you. Nothing in his eyes give away an ounce of an emotion despite how you look. To his credit, he may have not meant to do that with how quickly he puts his hand down. “Uh… I— sir?” You manage to squeak out and his mask twitches slightly.

He flexes his hand that touched you and leaves you standing there bewildered, confused and your cheeks burning up so much that you might consider it to be a fever. You don’t follow him when he took off without giving an answer but you do touch your ear. The phantom feeling of his fingers makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. “What the fuck?” You murmur under your breath.

…

The next day you manage to get to work with little sleep from how you tossed and turned. You sorta waited more around your register to see if the man would come back but to your disappointment… he doesn’t. You take it in stride and continue about your day. Just as you’re about to clock out a man with a charming smile and model worthy appearance comes in holding a kitten in his hands and says, “I was told by my friend to ask you for help with cats. Can you help me, love?”

[sakuraszn]

﹒♡ MY GIRL ft. jock!katsuki bakugo + cheerleader!reader

cw: making out, mentions of hickeys and jealousy.

jock!bakugo and you are the couple everyone either wants to be or is lowkey jealous of. He’s the star athlete—football, basketball, track, doesn’t matter, he dominates. And you? The head cheerleader, flipping and kicking in a skirt that he thinks is way too short but loves at the same time.

He acts like he doesn’t care about school spirit, but let someone talk crazy about your cheer squad, and he’s ready to square up.

jock!bakugo isn’t the type to outright tell you not to wear something, but his hands are always on your waist, tugging down your skirt or pulling your top up when he thinks it’s too revealing.

If a guy even breathes in your direction, he’s throwing an arm over your shoulder, yanking you close. “She’s taken, dumbass.”

You once got asked to be the flyer for a stunt with some of the male cheerleaders, and Katsuki was NOT having it. “You got plenty of girls to throw you in the air, why the fuck does it gotta be some dude?”

jock!bakugo who loves marking you up. The hickeys? Oh, they’re not just for fun. They’re warnings. Little bruises on your collarbone, right above your uniform’s neckline, just enough for people to notice. He’s not subtle, and he doesn’t care.

jock!bakugo has something about game nights that makes him extra needy. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, the way you scream his name from the stands, or the way your skirt swishes when you cheer. Either way, he’s dragging you into a storage closet under the bleachers every chance he gets.

“Five minutes, babe,” he growls, pushing you up against the shelves, lips already on your neck.

Five minutes turns into ten, into fifteen. His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, fingers ghosting under your uniform. Your lip gloss is smeared all over his mouth, and his jersey is bunched up from where you’ve been gripping it.

“You’re lucky I got a game to play, or I’d be doin’ a lot more than just kissin’ ya.” His voice is low, rough, and he gives your thigh a squeeze before pulling back, looking way too smug about how breathless he’s left you.

jock!bakugo who’s not huge on PDA, but he has his moments. An arm slung over your shoulder in the halls, a hand gripping your hip when you’re talking to someone he doesn’t trust, a quick kiss before he jogs onto the field.

jock!bakugo after a big win? Oh, he’s dramatic as hell. Scoops you up right off the ground, plants a deep kiss on you in front of the entire school. “That was for good luck,” he smirks, wiping your lipstick off his mouth.

If he catches some dude getting a little too friendly? He’s stepping in, pulling you into his lap, leaning in just enough to kiss your jaw as he stares the guy down. “The fuck you need, extra?”

jock!bakugo might be an athlete, but he’s got that protective mentality when it comes to you.

“I don’t fight over girls, but I will fight for mine,” he says, cracking his knuckles after some guy tried getting a little too close to you at a party.

He’s got connections—he’s not afraid to remind people of that. Some upperclassman tried to make a move on you once, and let’s just say… dude transferred schools real quick.

He doesn’t do threats; he does promises. “Keep talkin’ and see what happens.”

jock!bakugo after a game, he’s exhausted but still makes time for you. Showers, throws on some sweats, and pulls you into bed like you’re his damn teddy bear.

“Y’cold? C’mere, dumbass,” he mumbles, pulling you tighter against him, his face buried in your neck.

If he’s feeling cocky, he’ll start pressing kisses down your shoulder, hands slipping under your shirt. “You gonna give me a lil’ reward for winnin’, babe?” His voice is rough, teasing, and he’s already leaving marks where only he can see them.

You’re his biggest supporter, his loudest cheerleader, and he makes sure you know he appreciates it.

“Wouldn’t be half as good without you screamin��� my name from the stands,” he mutters one night, hand on your thigh, thumb tracing circles.

And when you compete in cheer competitions? He’s in the front row, arms crossed, acting all nonchalant. But when you hit your routine perfectly? That little smirk of pride on his face says it all.

“You did good, babe. Knew you would.” And then he’s tilting your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips like he couldn’t help himself.

At the end of the day, jock!bakugo is all yours, and he makes damn sure everyone knows it.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[pholla-jm]

My Wife is Real

IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi. 

Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there. 

It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started. 

Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media. 

“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders. “Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.” Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.” 

Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out. Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.” “Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.” 

Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.” “Then who are you texting?” “My wife, duh.” 

Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t. 

Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.” 

Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!” 

Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real. “She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.” 

Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.” 

Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji. 

Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention? Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one. 

“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.” “This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head. 

“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.” 

Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door. 

Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door. 

“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara. She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.” 

Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face. “Wifey!” 

He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold. 

You let out a strangled gasp from the impact. “Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.” 

Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.” “Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.” 

“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom. 

You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock. 

“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation. You nervously smiled at the students. 

“Hello.” 

“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear. You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him. 

“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him. “Yes…” 

“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them. 

“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you. 

You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.” 

“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes. “Ever so dramatic.” “...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?” 

“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.” 

You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks. 

Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side. 

“What are you doing?” He asks you. You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.” 

You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later. 

Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.

[solxamber]

Romance Clichés With: Leona Kingscholar

Cliché: Misplaced Jealousy

Others: Azul ; Vil ; Kalim ; Idia ; Jamil ; Riddle

it's gonna be a little series where each of them gets a cliché!

For days now, Leona had been simmering. He’d never admit to caring about something so trivial, but that simmer was rapidly reaching a boil, one muttered “Savanaclaw guy” at a time. Because you—his supposed close friend, the only person he could actually stand around here—had developed some grand crush on… someone. Someone you kept bringing up. Some unknown, nameless, faceless moron in Savanaclaw.

And you just wouldn’t shut up about him.

Leona had been sitting through your monologues, listening to you talk about how strong and loyal and amazing this guy was, and it had started as a minor annoyance. But as you kept going, he realized something deeply frustrating—maybe even painful.

That after everything, you had gone and chosen some other Savanaclaw idiot over him. And it stung, more than he’d ever want to admit, to hear you talking about anyone like this.

But today was the breaking point.

You were lounging in his den, casually chatting with him between classes. As usual, the conversation took a familiar turn, and you sighed dramatically. “I mean, I guess it’s just… this guy, he’s just… I don’t know. He’s got this strength that’s so impressive, and he always knows how to take charge. Like, he doesn’t even need to try, you know? It’s like he was born to lead.” You didn’t notice Leona’s eyes darken or the way his fingers clenched into fists.

“Just the way he’s so confident,” you continued, “he’s got this whole ‘I don’t care about anything’ vibe that’s really charming in a weird way. It’s like he’s always one step ahead of everyone, even when he’s—”

Leona cut you off with a harsh scoff. “Right. Real inspiring. Sounds like a real prize,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes. “And I bet he doesn’t even realize how perfect he is, right?”

“Exactly! He’s the type who’s always underestimated,” you continued, oblivious to the thunderous look on Leona’s face. “But if people would just give him a chance, they’d see all his best qualities. He’s fierce, but he’s got this heart of gold underneath it all. People just don’t get him.”

“Oh, don’t they?” Leona’s voice was low and strained, a bitter edge cutting through his usual drawl. “Must be nice to be so adored by someone.”

“Hey,” you said, “don’t say it like that. He doesn’t even know I like him. I don’t even know if he’d ever see me like that.” You let out a wistful sigh that was like a slap to his face.

Leona’s patience finally snapped. “Unbelievable,” he snarled, standing up so fast that you jumped. “You’re completely clueless.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Clueless? Leona, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you,” he bit out, eyes blazing. “You’re here—wasting your time on someone who probably doesn’t even care about you while you throw yourself at him like some kind of fool. I mean, what’s it gonna take for you to get it?”

You were stunned into silence, and he kept going, frustration pouring out in a way that you’d never seen before. “After everything, you go and pick someone else?” His voice cracked a little, and it made your heart ache. “I thought maybe… maybe if there was anyone here you’d choose, it would be me.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. You were utterly bewildered. “Leona… what are you talking about? It has always been you.”

He blinked, staring at you, completely thrown. “What?”

You took a step closer to him, speaking slowly, trying to get through his thick skull. “Leona, all that stuff I’ve been saying—every time I was talking about this person I liked, I was talking about you.”

Leona looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. His mouth fell open slightly, and he was struggling to catch up, his usual composure completely shattered. “Wait… you’re serious?”

“Yes! Why else would I even talk about Savanaclaw so much?” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “You were the one who kept assuming it was someone else.”

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time, you saw a raw vulnerability in his eyes that he usually kept hidden. “All this time… I really thought you’d gone and chosen some other guy,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Thought at least you’d pick me.”

The way he said it made your heart break a little. He looked almost small, like the thought of not being chosen had left him gutted in a way he couldn’t fully hide. You reached out, gently taking his hand. “Leona, it’s always been you. You’re the one I’ve been drawn to from the start.”

A surge of relief softened his features, and he gave a quiet, almost disbelieving chuckle. His usual swagger returned, just a bit, as he held your hand tighter. “Well,” he murmured, his gaze becoming intense, “then what’re you waiting for?”

You didn’t waste another second. You closed the space between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He responded immediately, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. The kiss was fierce, almost possessive, and when he finally broke away, he was wearing a smug, satisfied grin.

“About damn time,” he murmured against your lips, though there was a warmth in his voice that softened the usual sharpness. He looked down at you, his fingers grazing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. “Next time, just skip all the theatrics and tell me, alright?”

You laughed, leaning into his touch. “I thought I was being obvious.”

“Obvious?” He huffed, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. “Trust me, you’re terrible at ‘obvious.’”

But as he gazed at you, that smirk melted into something genuine, something that showed how deeply he cared. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… you’re really mine, then?”

You nodded, and he let out a pleased sigh, holding you even tighter. “Good,” he said, his voice low and possessive, like he was finally claiming what was his. “Now let’s ditch these losers. We don’t need anyone else, just us.”

You smiled, resting your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your back. “Fine by me,” you murmured, happiness bubbling up as you pressed small kisses along his jawline, making him chuckle.

For once, Leona didn’t have any sharp retorts, no scowls or walls to put up. He just held you, his heart finally at ease, the weight of his doubts and insecurities melting away as he finally let himself be happy.

Masterlist

[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[eternallyhauntingthehouseoflove]

Bat-Boys in Bed

I couldn’t find a good gif, sue me

Dick Grayson’s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think he’d be into praising you instead.” You’re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumb…just for me” as he pounds into you, panting in between words.

He’d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.

I think Dick has an insane stamina—round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,” this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.” And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.

Dick isn’t above moaning, but he’s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if he’s getting a blow job or if you’re on top and teasing him, but I don’t see him moaning as much or more than you.

Jason Todd isn’t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. He’d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if we’re talking older, mature Jason who’s passed his “fresh from the pit madness.”

I do believe Jason has a choking kink and I’ll die on this hill. And it doesn’t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.

He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after you’ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.

Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If you’re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldn’t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.

He’d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release he’d been craving.

I don’t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.

Bruce is harder to read because there’s decades of lore, canon, and stuff that’s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favorite—however, here goes.

Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, you’d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. He’d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.

I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldn’t be rich (sorry lol); you’d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and that’s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe you’d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isn’t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didn’t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasn’t Mother Teresa).

This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. He’s older and wiser; he’s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.

Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. He’s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest you’ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.” faster, pretty boy.” You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.

You wouldn’t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest you’d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.

Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didn’t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.

Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesn’t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your knees—to no avail.

Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then he’d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.

I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And that’s not to claim that those activities didn’t get you both off, but Damian’s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.

That’s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew he’d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.

Don’t kill me, but Damian isn’t into cunnilingus. He also wouldn’t bottom, not like you’d want him to. If, and that’s a huge “if” ( it’s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, it’s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,” go slower, grind harder, beloved.” And he’d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!

Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know he’s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; that’s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.