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puckbunnyera · 11 months ago

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Just Friends | Luke Hughes

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pairing: luke hughes x reader genre: fluff word count: 2.3k warnings: none summary: maybe you were never really just friends

notes: it's been less than 24 hours since i posted my first fic and i've already received a few asks for a part 2 so here it is. i'll link the first part here. thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read it, like it, reblog it, etc. i'm always really nervous to post my own writing so any type of interaction with it feels good to see.

also, i know the timelines of the games played in both fics don't align with the actual events in real time but we are just going to ignore that for the sake of the plot.

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I sigh as I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, doing one last fit check before Luke arrives. I'm nervous. I come to this realization as I smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in my shirt. Why? I couldn't tell you. It's been almost two months since the night I met Luke, and we've talked and texted almost every day since. We've even hung out multiple times since then, but I always seem to get all nervous and jittery anytime he presents the offer. My thoughts start to consume me to the point that I'm almost tempted to text him and ask for a rain check, but before I can fall too deeply into them, my attention is stolen by the two girls lying on my bed behind me.

"I still can't believe you're dating The Luke Hughes." One of my friends says causing me to turn my back towards the mirror to look at her.

"We aren't dating." I scoff. "We're-"

"Right, you're 'just friends'." My other friend interrupts, rolling her eyes and using her fingers to make air quotes as she says the words.

"We are." I shrug, moving to sit in my vanity chair so I can put on my shoes.

"You don't have to believe us if you don't want to, but he totally has the hots for you."

"It's so obvious. Any time he has the chance to get away from his job, he's calling, texting, or coming to see you. Even if it's only for a short amount of time. Those aren't typical behaviors of a guy who wants to be 'just friends'."

They continue to go on and on as if they're trying to convince a jury that they're innocent of a crime. The sound of my phone dinging from beside me on the table finally brings their rambling to an end. I pick up to find a text from Luke.

From Luke🏒: i'm here

To Luke🏒: omw

"I would love to stay and continue this conversation," I smile sarcastically as I stand up, "But my friend is waiting for me downstairs." I make sure to add extra emphasis on the word friend.

They both giggle and bid their goodbyes as I walk out of the room. When I make it downstairs to the lobby of my apartment building, Luke, in all of his handsome glory, is waiting patiently by the door.

"Ready to go?" He questions once I'm standing in front of him. I nod in confirmation and he opens the door for us, placing a gentle hand on my back to lead me out.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask once we're settled into the car.

"I need to drop off a couple of things at the dry cleaners since my brother forgot to do it," He gestures to the items in his backseat. "But then I figured we could go to dinner, catch a movie, and then maybe grab some dessert before I take you home."

"Sounds good!" I reply with a smile, with which he returns one of his own before putting the car in drive and pulling away from my apartment building.

Things are going well today. Really well. We're having fun and Luke is being as sweet as always. However, that's the only problem. Despite the stance I took in the argument with my friends, I can't help but let their words get to me. The whole evening, I've been reading too deeply into every little thing he does. Every door he holds open for me, every chair he pulls out for me, every accidental brush of our hands when we walk side-by-side. I'm trying not to let it show, but when Luke's voice rattles my thoughts and pulls me back down to Earth, I know I'm failing.

"Are you okay?" He asks as we sit in the car, waiting for the red light to turn green. "You've been pretty quiet today."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely confused because I hadn't noticed that change in my behavior. When he responds with a solemn nod, guilt rises in my chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was. It has nothing to do with you." Yet it has everything to do with him.

"Did something happen?" He pushes further.

"No, just have a lot on my mind with work and all, but I'm okay. Promise." I give him a soft smile in hopes that it will give him enough reassurance to drop the conversation. Thankfully he does, but the look in his eyes shows clearly that he doesn't believe me. "So my friends were telling me that you have a home game coming up in a couple of days against your oldest brother's team. Are you excited?" I change the subject quickly.

"Yeah," He nods, a smile gracing his features. "My parents are gonna be in town to watch us face off against each other. All three Hughes brothers on the same ice. I'm hoping it will be as exciting as everyone and the media are making it seem." He chuckles. "I'm also just really excited to see Quinn. We haven't gotten to see each other much since I moved out to Jersey and the season started. I think it'll be nice to have us all back together again, even if it's just for a couple of days."

"I bet it will be."

"I'm glad you brought this up because I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Would you maybe want to come to the game?"

"Do you want me to come?" I'm praying the hopeful look in my eyes isn't obvious.

"Yeah," He nods. "I really do."

"Then I'll be there." I assure him. "The girls were talking about purchasing tickets anyways, so I'll tell them to make it three tickets instead of just the two."

"Don't worry about it. I got it covered."

"Luke, you don't have to do that." I shake my head, readying myself to argue.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." The look he gives me makes me forget any rebuttal I had previously prepared. "Plus, I already got the tickets and the seating arrangements set up."

"And you just knew I was gonna say yes?" I reply, crossing my arms.

"No, but I was hoping you would."

"I guess some dreams really do come true." I joke.

"I guess so."

We continue to talk and joke around for the remainder of the drive. It goes by a little too quickly though, because before I know it, he's putting the car in park in front of my building. Being the gentleman that he is, he walks me all the way up to my apartment door. It's not until I have unlocked and opened the door that he finally says goodnight, placing a soft peck on my cheek before walking away. Once he has disappeared into the elevator and I'm sure he's gone, I close and lock the door.

As I'm getting ready for bed, I become aware of the slight ache in my cheeks from smiling so much. As soon as my head hits my pillow, the realization dawns on me. I am in love with Luke Hughes.

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I'm still in shock at the fact that he really went all out with the tickets. My friends seem to be as well considering that they still haven't managed to pick their jaws up off the floor yet. Never in my life would I have ever expected to be seated in one of the arena's luxury suites. I feel a little bad the more I dwell on it. There are more deserving fans that could be sitting here, yet some girl who knew nothing about the sport two months ago had them handed to her at no cost.

"Hi, you must be Y/N." An unfamiliar woman's voice pulls me from my pity-party.

"Oh, hi." I greet her as I turn in her direction.

"I'm Luke's mom, Ellen." She smiles and pulls me into a quick but gentle embrace. "And this is my husband, Jim." She gestures to the man beside her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He offers a hand for me to shake.

"You as well." I accept it before introducing them to my two friends, who are not-so-discreetly eavesdropping on the conversation.

We all find a seat and fall into casual conversation. Just getting to know each other and talking about this, that, and the other. Once the teams begin to make their way onto the ice, our attentions shift away from each other and onto the players.

Having admitted to my lack of knowledge of the sport before the game started, Jim and Ellen kindly explained the game to me so I would know what is going on. By the end of the first period, I'm clued in enough that I don't need it anymore and eventually, I become just as immersed in the game as the rest of them are.

It's in the second period that Luke scores a goal and we all stand up, cheering loudly with the crowd. The excitement is so high that I don't even shy away when Ellen happily pulls me into a tight hug before pulling away and continuing to cheer for her youngest son. Third period seems to go by in a flash and then the game is ending with a 6-5 win for the Devils, both Jack and Luke having contributed to the score with goals of their own.

Once the final buzzer goes off, my friends bid their farewells before heading out to go home. However, I hang back with Ellen and Jim upon the request of Luke. I follow the two down from the suite until we make it to where the locker rooms are located, waiting in the hall for the three brothers to emerge. We stand around conversing for about ten or so minutes before the men finally make their appearances.

They all embrace and greet each other as I stand back and watch with a smile. They really are a beautiful family. Once they all break away, Luke turns his attention towards me. He steps forward and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms.

"Congratulations." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, his wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you." I can hear the smile in his voice.

Time escapes me as I stand in his arms. I'm not even sure how long we've been holding onto each other. It's his brother's voice that finally has us separating.

"You must be the infamous Y/N." Quinn steps up, a smug grin on his face. "I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you as well," I respond politely, despite the blush I'm sure I'm sporting due to his teasing tone. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Will you be joining us for dinner?" Ellen asks from where she stands, now next to Quinn.

"Oh, um," I look to Luke for an answer. He nods, a pleading look in his eyes. "Yes, I would love to." I finally reply.

With that being said, we all begin to exit the arena and head to the parking lot. We're almost to the vehicles when Luke gently grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop. Once his family is out of earshot, he begins to speak.

"This might seem random and sudden, but I've been thinking about it for a while." He starts, looking away nervously and lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "And feel free to say no because I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I'm asking. Or if you feel like you need time to think it over, feel free to take all of the time you need. Actually, maybe I-"

"Luke," I say his name softly, placing my hands on his reddening cheeks and forcing his gaze back to mine. His rambling comes to a halt. "Breathe."

"Sorry." He inhales deeply before releasing his breath. "I was wondering, would you be my girlfriend?"

It's my turn to take a deep breath. Out of all the things he could have said, I was not expecting this. I take a moment to gather my thoughts as a smile begins to pull at my lips.

"I would love to." I nod, my smile growing larger resulting in his own.

"Well," He takes a step closer to me. "Since you're my girlfriend now, does that mean I can kiss you?" His question flusters me but I try hard not to show it.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Really fucking badly."

"Then kiss me, Luke."

And so he does. His lips crash into mine in a soft but passionate kiss. As if he has waited a lifetime to do it. It's gentle yet desperate. As we finally part, he pecks my lips a few more times before pulling away completely. He opens his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jack shouting from where his family is waiting by the cars, surely having seen the whole display.

"If you two lovebirds are done sucking faces in the middle of the parking lot, I would like to leave now. I'm fucking starving." He teases.

We both turn our gazes in time to see Quinn smack the middle brother in the back of the head and both parents shaking their heads at their son's antics. Luke chuckles at the scene as he intertwines his hand with mine and begins to walk to the car. My heart flutters as I finally admit the obvious to myself. Maybe we weren't ever just friends. I mentally roll my eyes as I climb into the back seat, already picturing the two squealing girls in my head and the endless amounts of I told you so's that I'm sure to hear when I fill them in. However, when Luke slides into the car next to me and interlocks our hands once again, I can't bring myself to care. I think I like this little life.

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pastafossa · 3 months ago

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"Poor thing." (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic) 🔥

So as promised, I'm taking part in the October Tuna-Tober prompt challenge! For Day One I had three prompts to choose from, and I wound up going for the kink prompt of somnophilia cause, well, I'd hinted at it in TRT as being something Matt liked, but never actually sat down and wrote anything out for it. You can see the rest of the prompts I've chosen here if you'd like to know what's coming this month from me, but for now, please enjoy Day One! This is not specifically written as any fem!Reader in particular, although any readers of TRT can choose to see this as TRT's reader!

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Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

You’d had a long week. He remembered you telling him that the night before. You wouldn’t mind if he woke you up—you never did—but odds were good you needed your rest far more than you needed him dragging you up out of the haze of sleep for a sloppy, indulgent midnight fuck. But then… he didn’t have to wake you up, did he?

Wordcount: 3.3k words

Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: consensual somnophilia (they talked about this being fine, don't worry), oral f-receiving, grinding, PiV sex, some dirty talk. 18 and up only please!

Oh and we're black suiting this cause fuck yeah.

Your arousal hit him the second he opened the rooftop door.

The scent of it stopped him dead in his tracks, threads of heat winding through him as he drew in a long, slow inhale, savoring it. Another inhale, and he let out a low rumble of pleasure, his mouth already watering, cock stirring.

Well, that was one way to be welcomed home.

Not that he was complaining. His night had gone well enough—the fights visceral and satisfying, with multiple people he’d ensured would make it home safely. But your skin against his, fucking his way lazily inside you while you moaned loudly into his ear, dragging your nails down his back, would only make a good night better. However, as he eagerly stepped through the door and closed it behind him, it quickly became clear that your body’s call to him wasn’t exactly intentional.

He directed his senses down the stairs and into the bedroom, hunting through sensory information, through the fire of the world until he found you in bed. You were laying on your side and tucked under the blankets, one of your arms thrown over his pillow to hold it up against your chest. And despite the tempting scent of you in the air, you weren’t moving. Not really, anyway. At most, every now and then your fingers would twitch or curl, your heartbeat uneven and a little restless.

Asleep.

You were dreaming, then.

Maybe even dreaming of him.

He slowly dragged his tongue over his lips, considering his options.

But then… he didn’t have to wake you up, did he?

Just like that, he settled on a course of action.

He crept silently down the stairs, stripping out of his gloves and black mask as he went, tossing them aside without care for where they fell. The bottom step was carefully avoided, thanks to its tendency to creak and alert you to his presence. He stopped only long enough to kneel and quietly unlace his boots, tugging them and his socks off so that he could slip barefoot into the bedroom, weaving through the shadows, navigating around any floorboards that might give him away. He did it all without a sound, his senses so focused now he could hear the faint whisper of the dust motes in the air stirred by his passage, hear the tiniest shift of your skin against the sheets as you breathed, hear the blood flowing hot beneath your skin where you’d grown flushed and aroused.

The scent of your arousal was even stronger here in the bedroom, more than enough to thicken the heat inside him, an instinctive little purr halted in his throat before it could stir the air with sound. His body knew just as well as he did what that scent meant, what always followed, and his nostrils flared as he got closer to you, taking in how your pheromones had mixed with his in bed. It stirred some possessive, lazy satisfaction in him to take in the way you’d curled up with his pillow, chasing his scent, and you were even wearing—

Oh.

You were wearing his shirt.

It was like you were begging for this, for him, for what he had planned.

He crept up onto the bed on his hands and knees, each shift of the mattress followed by a pause, a confirmation from your heartbeat and breathing that you were still asleep. He had to be careful if he didn’t want to wake you. It wasn’t that you’d be angry, of course—you’d both agreed that this sort of thing was alright, though he’d had a far easier time making use of that agreement than you had thanks to his senses. No, this was about ensuring you still had a chance to rest.

Though, if he were honest, the challenge of this was a thrill all its own. It was a delicate balancing act to give you the sensations you needed, allow himself access to your body, all without waking you. It was as if he were hunting you, gradually gaining ground from the shadows until at last he could take hold of his prize. Fortunately, this prize was one that would leave you both satisfied.

The moment he found himself over your hips, he shifted to catch the blankets and slowly, ever so slowly began to edge them down.

Gentle.

Inch by inch, he bared your body to the air. You didn’t so much as stir, well and truly asleep, and presumably still caught up in your dream. Even so, he held his breath, listening closely to the beating of your heart and your shallow breathing. But he’d been careful enough, and besides, you were used to him climbing into bed in the middle of the night, shifting the blankets around as he crawled under them to join you.

The scent of you that rose up as the blanket slid down was so much richer now that it wasn’t stifled and trapped by thick fabric. It made him shiver, his cock already so hard he could feel a damp spot growing on the silk of his boxers. He needed more of that scent, and to taste it, too, but the angle was all wrong with you on your side. So he gently traced one fingertip up the side of your thigh, applying the barest hint of pressure. You were normally fairly responsive to him even in sleep.

“Roll over for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips, light as a feather, against your hip. “You smell so good. I need a taste.”

He wasn’t sure if it was his touch or his voice that made it past whatever dream you were lost in, but either way, some part of you heard him. You breathed out a soft sigh, twitching a little until he helped you roll slowly onto your back beneath him. You made a soft sound that might have been his name, and he couldn’t resist letting out a reassuring little croon as he pressed your slack thighs outwards, gradually parting your legs. There wasn’t so much as a hint of resistance as your legs fell open, baring the wet heat of your pussy to him.

God, your scent.

He quickly backed up a few inches before dropping to his hands and his knees, lowering his head just over your hips to quietly inhale the scent of your cunt. The rich, musky tang of your arousal—all pheromones and slick warmth—left him half mad, his eyes rolling back. His hips instinctively snapped forward against nothing but air, his body curving as if he were already fucking his way into you.

It only got worse, got better when he let his head fall further, hungry for just a taste. He slipped his tongue out until he could use the tip for the barest little lick at the line of your slit where your arousal had gathered, your body twitching as he did. Even that small taste hit him like a drug, and he swallowed down a ragged moan, his chest hitching as he kept the sound from reaching the air. He’d told himself he’d just have a taste, just one, but one quickly became two became three, hungry, quickening laps at your slit until he finally whined softly in want and dropped the rest of his body down, burying his face desperately against your cunt.

Your hips twitched, rocking against him just slightly, and you let out the softest little whimper as he grunted and slurped quietly at your slit, wetness smearing across his chin and mouth. Only once he’d thoroughly tasted what you’d made for him did he slide up to your clit, tongue extended to lap at it with little kitten licks, ones designed to encourage your body to give him more of your slick wetness, your body jerking with every pass. He tried to remind himself to be gentle, to take things soft and slow so you didn’t wake, but that was so hard when you whimpered again, whimpered as he pursed his lips to suck lightly at your clit, drawing it into his mouth to work with his tongue. Your fingers curled and released against the sheets, and you tasted so good that he found himself fucking against the mattress, humping mindlessly at the folds in the blankets like an animal.

“M… Matt.”

His eyes fluttered lazily open, his gaze drifting up around the sensory shape of you. You were all flowing air currents and sounds and scents, twisting tongues of flame fed by the growing heat of both your bodies. Your heartbeat was still too slow to signal you’d woken up, but your breathing had picked up, your eyes fluttering more rapidly behind your eyelids.

If you hadn’t been dreaming of him before, you were now. And if you were still dreaming, he was safe.

He rumbled a low noise of satisfaction, using his fingers to part your folds before dipping down to your entrance. Once there, he began to lick firmly at you, pressing deeper and deeper until at last your body opened to him and he slipped inside. You let out a sleep little mewl, one of your legs shifting restlessly in your sleep, your head rolling on your pillow as he moaned quietly, curling his tongue inside you to drag against the silken heat of your clenching walls, his nose grinding gently against your clit.

Did you know, somewhere deep down, what he was doing? That he’d spread you open like this and worked his tongue inside you? Or did all your dream self know was that you suddenly felt so, so good?

The very idea that you might not know, that you’d left yourself so vulnerable to him, had him dangerously close to coming, his motions growing just a hint more frantic. Wetness smeared across his face as he kissed sloppily at your slit, kissed at it like he might your mouth, snaking his tongue out to slide inside you with every pass of his lips.

He listened carefully to the quickening pace of your heart, your breathing, taking in the faint sheen of sweat forming on your skin. Every time your heartrate rose too high, he’d slow just a little, or shift his mouth over to your folds or the inside of your thighs. It was there he left you a mark or two, sucking gently at thin, delicate skin. Even if he managed to do this without waking you, you’d know tomorrow what he’d done when you saw the little love bites and bruises between your thighs. The very idea made him purr warmly against you, and he quickly worked his hand down beneath himself until he could undo his pants, pushing the fabric down until he could pull his hard cock free. He took a moment to grind slowly, deliciously against the sheets, presing his mouth to the skin of your thigh to muffle his hitched moan. And that reminded him of what he’d planned on from the start, before he’d become distracted by the taste of you.

He was close, and he needed you. Fortunately, based on the way your body had begun to tighten in increasing waves, you were close, too.

He let his head roll to the side to rest against your thigh as he panted, still grinding himself against the sheets. “Do you want my cock, sweetheart?” he whispered, his lips curling up into a delicious little smirk when your body clenched at the sound of his voice. “I think you do. Even when you’re asleep, you need me inside you, don’t you?”

There was no verbal response, but the growing heat of your skin was enough for him. He rocked himself up as gently as he could, stopping just long enough to strip the rest of his clothes off before climbing slowly up your body. As he went, he caught the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging it up your body with him. He couldn’t take it off you—even he wouldn’t be able to mange something like that—but he had no desire to. The idea of fucking you while you were sleep, while you were wearing his shirt, was a fantasy he’d used more than once while taking himself in hand. He did, however, tug your shirt up just enough to bare your breasts to him.

Obscene, something inside him whispered in delight, a wave of throbbing heat flooding through him. Here you were asleep, shirt pushed up over your breasts, your naked cunt practically dripping onto the sheets. He balanced his weight on one arm as he hovered over you, indulging himself as he palmed gently at one of your breasts, dragging his thumb slowly against your nipple. That won him another soft moan in your sleep, your cunt clenching, body tightening around nothing. Your next moan was even louder when he dropped his head to drag his tongue hotly against your other nipple, drawing it into his mouth to catch it gently between his teeth, sucking lazily until you let out an even louder moan, one of your hands curling as if to claw at the sheets before relaxing. “Poor thing,” he crooned quietly, reluctantly leaving your breasts to climb the rest of the way up your body. “Listen to you, so needy.”

And it would only be right to help with that, wouldn’t it?

Once his hips were level with yours, he settled in, rocking and grinding his cock gently against your slit, slicking himself up with your warmth and the saliva he’d left behind. The sudden sensation of your burning heat against the underside of his cock made his mouth fall slack, and he started to pant at the little shocks of pleasure that washed over him every time he caught the head of his cock against your clit. You weren’t much better even asleep, whining as your hips jerked, eyes rolling frantically beneath your lids. It took everything in him to keep his motions gentle and slow, no matter how much his body demanded he grind and rut, fuck his way desperately inside you even if it woke you. No. No, not when he was so close, his cock now slick and ready for you. He let out a shaky breath, burying his face against your warm throat, huffing in the scent of you as he shifted the angle and began to slide inside you, centimeter by warm, delicious centimeter.

“Fuck,” he whispered shakily, one of his hands fisting desperately in the sheets beside your head. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

God, you were tight, so close to coming that you were already clenching tight around him. That tightness forced him to move gradually, his progress slowed to a sinfully dangerous crawl, one that allowed him to feel every last twitch and shift of your body around his cock. It seemed designed to make him lose his mind when he was already this worked up. In a blink, he’d caught the fabric of your shirt in his teeth, stifling his hoarse, shaky moan, your shallow, hitched breathing a tantalizing whisper of sensation in his ear. It felt like it took hours, ages before he’d finally hilted himself inside you, buried in your slick heat.

He forced himself to still there for a long moment, his chest heaving as he scanned over you with his senses again.

Stuttered breathing, each breath hiding a faint moan.

The fluttering clip of your heart, just slow enough to indicate you hadn’t woken.

Your fingers clenching and releasing, spread thighs shifting in minute, restless movements against the sheets.

It wouldn’t take much more for him to come, he knew that much—the taste of you still lingered on his tongue, filled his nose, and the drag of your skin against his with every breath only left him burning. But he wasn’t a selfish lover, even when you weren’t awake to beg and plead with him for release. No, he’d make sure you got what you needed, too: his sweetheart, so tender and soft and welcoming to the Devil even in sleep.

He slowly, gradually settled his weight onto one arm, sliding his free hand down between your bodies. Even that much shifting around had him swallowing down a groan, and he couldn’t resist grinding just a little inside you. It made you twitch and whimper, hushed and breathless in his ear as he pressed his cock against that spot inside you. Once he was sure that hadn’t been enough to wake you, he quickly dragged two fingers through your folds, raking gently to gather up your wetness before he brought them back up to your clit. The rhythm he started was slow and easy, a gentle grind and loop over your clit that matched the rolling waves of his hips as he began to gently fuck you, barely retreating at all before sliding smoothly back to fill you once more.

It took him no time at all to work your body up that final hill, your breathing growing shorter, your heart rate climbing as you began to tighten around him. It helped that he knew what you needed—each retreat was slow and gentle, and he never left you more than halfway before rolling lazily back forward, ensuring your warm cunt stayed achingly full as he brought you just up to the edge. This time it was your mouth that moved, not a word but a soft whisper of skin as you parted your lips, your head tipping back. And he knew that motion, even as slack and lazy as it was in your sleep.

He purred quietly at the unconscious request that he fill you there, too, lifting his head to seek out your mouth. One soft lick against your lips and you parted them for him on pure instinct, allowing him to slide his tongue filthily into your slack mouth, dragging his tongue against yours, granting you what you’d asked for. You let out a soft sigh, your throat working beneath him as you sucked at the taste of him, of yourself, of you both.

All it took from there was one more finger grinding against your clit, a gentle buck of his hips as he moaned into your mouth, and you crested, your body tightening and releasing around him in rippling waves. Your head rolled back in your sleep, a soft gasp shuddering up your throat as you twitched and shook, eyes rolling back beneath your lids. You let out what might have been a moan of his name, hot and sweet, a sound that seared its way across his mind like a brand. That was more than enough for him, and he let himself go. He groaned softly against your lips, snapping his hips gently against you as he spilled himself near-silently inside you, filling your cunt with a spreading heat that you wouldn’t notice until morning. He kissed you through it as gently as he could, rubbing lightly, quickly at your clit to drag your orgasm out along with his, pleasure rolling through him in gentle waves. Even once you both began to come down, he wasn’t quite done, rumbling a low, possessive growl as he ground himself inside you further, ensuring he’d coated every last inch of your warm cunt, his, you were his, even in sleep. He toyed with that overstimulation just long enough for his toes to curl, for his spent, softening cock to twitch inside you, spilling a few more drops, giving you everything he had as you drifted back down into a deep sleep.

Satisfied with what he’d given you.

He got one arm down and around your hip, gently, carefully rolling the both of you until you were both on your sides, his cock still buried deep inside you. He rumbled a low noise to reassure your sleeping mind, burying his nose in your hair as you sleepily curled into him, one arm draping itself over his waist.

“Love you,” he murmured. “My good girl.” “Mm.”

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fun-k-board · 1 year ago

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Mortal Kombat 1 With a Venom Symbiote Spider-Man Reader

Characters included : Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Kitana, Mileena, Sindel, Syzoth / Reptile.

Note(s) : This was requested by @kchavez666

I'll do a part two after I finish part two to this post (Which is about a Spider-Man reader)

Johnny Cage

Adult Reader

Reader : I don't need saving, cage. I'm the hero, not you.

Johnny Cage : Way to break a man's ego and heart.

Reader : Your previous wife left... Career in shambles... And now we have your lover...

Johnny Cage : I'll find a way to kill you, whatever you are.

Johnny Cage : Why are you looking at me like that?

Reader : Your blood... I can't... Control it...

Johnny Cage : The hell is wrong with you?! Liu Kang said to not hurt civilians!

Reader : We just want to feed, Johnny...

Teen Reader

Reader : Please, it hurts! So many voices, so many-

Johnny Cage : We'll get it off of you, don't worry.

Reader : You cannot save them, they are a part of us now.

Johnny Cage : They're just a kid, you monster.

Johnny Cage : How could you do this?

Reader : We are saving the world.

Johnny Cage : Seriously, whatever that alien is, get it off!

Reader : You cannot separate us now.

Kung Lao

Adult Reader

Reader : I can't wait to peel the skin from your flesh...

Kung Lao : Get out of my lover's head, you beast!

Reader : Kung Lao, why are you hurting us, don't you love us?!

Kung Lao : I don't love you. Not like this.

Kung Lao : Give them back.

Reader : Give who back? We haven't stolen anybody.

Kung Lao : You tried to kill Liu Kang!

Reader : He was trying to separate us!

Teen Reader

Reader : It's so loud... Make it stop, make it stop!

Kung Lao : I'm only trying to help!

Reader : You are nothing, but if you join with a symbiote? You could be everything.

Kung Lao : Don't try to tempt me with false promises.

Kung Lao : That thing is changing you, if you'd only let me help-

Reader : Do not call us a thing!

Kung Lao : You're just a kid... How could this thing do this to you?...

Reader : Stop it, shut up! Shut up!

Kitana

Adult Reader

Reader : Ah... Princess Kitana, your flesh looks so... Appetising...

Kitana : Let my lover go, you filthy parasite.

Reader : Won't you help us save the world...?

Kitana : Taking away people's free will is not saving them.

Kitana : You are not the one I once loved, I can see that now.

Reader : You were so easy to fool.

Kitana : I can still save you.

Reader : We do not need saving!

Teen Reader

Reader : We only want peace...

Kitana : If that is the truth, then why does the blood of hundreds stain your hands?

Reader : Why would you do this to us?!

Kitana : It's only temporary, I need to keep you still so I can help get it off of you.

Kitana : To think, such a cruel creature would ensare a child-

Reader : You will not call us a creature!

Kitana : What a horrific display, you are not saving anybody by infecting them.

Reader : You're blinded, Outworlder, by your own arrogance. But we can save you...

Mileena

Adult Reader

Reader : The voices, they're so loud... So loud...

Mileena : My love, try to fight it, please-

Reader : You want to save us? But dearest, there's nothing to worry about.

Mileena : I'll kill you, you filthy parasite!

Mileena : We must fight our illnesses together.

Reader : What we are is not an illness!

Mileena : You will not be taken by that... That thing!

Reader : Do not call us a thing!

Teen Reader

Reader : I'll kill you and peel the flesh from your bones!

Mileena : You will not harm me or the victim you are controlling, parasite!

Reader : You claim to be superior? Did you not blind your creator's little puppet?

Mileena : What happened to the swordsman was a misfortune caused by my illness, not by my greed.

Mileena : You dare to infect this young Earthrealmer?!

Reader : They are one of us, now. Soon, you will join them.

Mileena : You... I will enjoy tearing you apart...

Reader : The beast fights a saviour.

Sindel

Adult Reader

Reader : You would dare lock us away?!

Sindel : You and that... Thing, can still be separated.

Reader : What a wondrous queen, willing to join us for her people.

Sindel : Hah, you believe I'll be lost to you?

Sindel : I have lost Jerrod once before, I refuse to lose my lover to this beast.

Reader : We will enjoy feasting on your corpse.

Sindel : You ignorant scum! You will release my lover this instant, or face punishment.

Reader : All of Outworld will join us...

Teen Reader

Reader : Stop it! Stop the noise! Agh!!

Sindel : I apologise for what I must do to save you, child.

Reader : You... You pathetic worm! You will join us and-

Sindel : Silence with your needless noises, parasite.

Sindel : Your actions have cost me and my people war with Earthrealm, vermin.

Reader : We are bridging the gap for peace, to save all worlds.

Sindel : Do you not understand consequence, or is your desire to feed above all else?

Reader : Our desire is as yours is, to protect our people.

Syzoth / Reptile

Adult Reader

Reader : That bell, turn it off, turn it off!

Reptile : I can't if I want to save you.

Reader : You've already lost one lover, and now you attempt to kill us?!

Reptile : You will never be my lover, you're a parasite.

Reptile : I love you, why do you refuse to return to me?

Reader : Because we are not yours, Syzoth.

Reptile : Your imitation of the one I hold dear is laughable at best.

Reader : You pathetic lizard, let us free!

Teen Reader

Reader : We will heal all worlds, if you must die for it, then that is your fate.

Reptile : You would be so cruel as to use a child for your goals?!

Reader : You will die just as your family did...

Reptile : I will show you no mercy, parasite!

Reptile : I know what it's like, to do things you couldn't imagine out of fear-

Reader : We are not afraid!

Reptile : You will not harm this child any longer.

Reader : We are harming nobody!

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astonmartinii · 2 years ago

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hi, i was wondering if you could do one of y/n dating carlos but people start realizing she flirting with charles in the comments, at the beginning in a very discreet way, but after a while she and carlos break up and when the new season starts she’s with charles

all is fair in love and war | charles leclerc instagram au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

y/n is happy in her relationship with carlos but all that time in the ferrari garage might have her eye wandering

(obvs no intentions to demonise anyone, this is a work of fiction and purely for entertainment purposes)

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yourusername: no one i'd rather play mermaids with than you two xx

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yourbff1 always the best time with you guys <3

yourbff2 platonic soulmates for real

carlossainz55 my pretty lady

yourusername thank you baby

charles_leclerc i thought i was your baby ?

yourusername just cause you act like a baby doesn't make you mine x

user5 what is going on here lol

user12 not them flirting under her own boyfriend's comment i can't

user34 god i wish i was her

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carlossainz55: let's go spa - the second half of the season is a go!

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scuderiaferrari let's go smooth operator

yourusername good luck baby

charles_leclerc where's my good luck

yourusername i'm literally sat with you right now

user33 the hair routine is a need not a want

user19 charles and y/n once again flirting in the comments - am i the only one who finds it weird?

uer13 i mean a bit? but also like the comments are clearly jokes

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pierregasly you clean up well calmar

yourusername part time driver, full time model

charles_leclerc you'd know all about being a model

user48 i know there's weird vibes with carlos and y/n but like as far as we know they're still together so ^^^ that is still weird

user20 call me a bad person but i want charles and y/n to get togetehr

user1 no cause their vibes have always seemed much more suited than hers and carlos

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user47 this caption... something is off

user60 carlos hasn't liked either and he just posted on his story so he's been active on the app

charles_leclerc but does mauricio have a boat?

yourusername you got him there

user8 okay but like at this point does she just come with the ferrari seat?

user3 tbf i wish i could be with both carlos and charles

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user44 okay i'm going full conspiracy mode, but y/n has always visited carlos' family with him and the fact she's not been seen at a race since she was left at the airport... i think they've broken up

user11 noooo they were my faves but i think you might be right :(

scuderiaferrari can't wait to see them back in the garage

landonorris where was my invite?

user2 y/n rn^

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f1wagsupdates: charles and y/n y/ln seen together in abu dhabi - this comes just weeks after her and carlos' break up... do we think that all those flirty comments mean they did actually cheat?

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user35 they defo cheated but it's also charles so like i'd also be tempted

yourusername people can just be friends you know

user45 so true !! also like carlos has already been spotted with a new girl multiple times all the way back to when he left her at the airport, but for some reason he's the victim ???

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charles_leclerc doesn't have to be for long

pierregasly man, you're playing a dangerous game

yourusername maybe we like a bit of danger

user32 yep i'm officially on the charles and y/n train

user10 i know we've said they're probably just joking but i genuinely hope they get together, they seem like they're good for each other

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user13 they're so so cute

user55 omg maybe carlos might actually have a girlfriend who doesn't constantly flirt with his teammate

user30 the way that she's still be demonised for harmless comments when he was seen with isa way before carlos and y/n broke up and got with her officially within a week of the breakup

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yourusername added to their story

[caption: pasta day is my favourite day]

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user56 HOLY SHIT

user21 AHHHHHHHHHHHH

yourusername i'd fight this war all over again to end up with you

user48 I KNEW THEY WOULD BE CUTE

user88 okay now i don't feel so bad for rooting for them

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f1wagsupdates: though controversial in the way it came about, i for one love this relationship - what do you guys think?

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user11 carlos did this and way sooner so i am defo a fan of this relationship

user49 they slay i don't care what anyone says

user2 i love it and she's a smart queen cause she doesn't even need to buy any more new merchandise

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yourusername: made the super long journey to the garage next door

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user31 she's so so pretty

charles_leclerc thank you for making such selfless sacrifices

yourusername good thing you're worth it

user41 i need to meet her

user10 the shady hand covering the other one

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user46 SLAY CHARLES

yourusername pretty boy with a pretty trophy - i'm so so proud of you xx

charles_leclerc you're much prettier than my trophy baby

user90 parents

carlossainz55 happy for both of you

charles_leclerc thanks bro

yourusername it was unorthodox but we're both happy now and that's all that matters

note" hope you enjoyed, this ended up so much longer than expected but i had a lot of fun writing this !! my asks are still open for any other requests xx

#f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Double post today because I have wanted to post this for days now! Super fluffy! Slight kiss stealing mentioned!

Requests/asks open!

{༻~Pocky challenge in fontaine~༺}

(Includes: Lyney, Navia, Freminet, Lynette, Neuvillette, and Clorinde!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyneys bright lavender eyes were trained on you, or more rather the pocky stick that hung slightly out of your mouth, dangling in front of him and tempting him to take a bite. Surely you wouldn't mind if it was just one little taste...he thought, as he leaned in closer to you, his movement making you turn towards him in curiosity. Your faces suddenly just inches away from eachother, causing a blush to spread across your face while he smiled mischievously and started to nibble away at the other end of your pocky stick.

Getting closer and closer to you with each stolen bite, your heart absolutely racing as he got to the part that was at the cusp of your mouth. You could feel his lips against yours for just a split second, his eyes shining with victory as he pulled away...leaving you absolutely flustered.

𑁍༄Navia:

When Navia had originally offered to buy you a pack of pocky, you didn't have any ulterior motives, you were just kinda hungry...and yet the second the box of delicious chocolate covered sticks made its way into your hand...you couldn't help but think of sharing them in the most romantic way possible. "Navia, want to share my pocky with me? Theres this challenge I've always wanted to try and since we are partners I want to try it with you first." You said casually, your heart skipping a beat as her golden yellow eyes met yours and that oh so sweet smile flashed into view.

"Of course! What's the challenge?" Her voice was sugary sweet like honey and the thought of possibly getting a kiss from someone so kind made your face blush, "We both start at one end of the pocky, taking bits till one of us reaches the middle first or pulls away." Her face blushed slightly as you spoke, her cheeks a soft pink as she nodded waiting patiently for you to offer the pocky and begin.

"Chocolate or stick?" You asked nervously, holding the pocky up to her while your heart started to beat harder in your chest. "Hmmm chocolate!" She gently took the pocky from you, putting the chocolate side in her mouth and leaning in so you could reach the other end, the two of you taking small bites till the tips of your noses were touching. Your faces each flashing red as you closed the gap, the sweet taste of chocolate on your lips as the two of you pulled away.

𑁍༄Freminet:

(I use the nickname Fremmy here...its cute okay!)

"Hi Fremmy! Whatcha working on?" You asked with a smile, leaning in slightly to see some type of mechanical machine, Freminets hands busy putting the pieces together like a puzzle only he could understand. "Oh hello...it's a prop for Lyney and Lynettes magic show, I... can't tell you exactly what for though. I'm...sworn to secrecy." He pulled away from his work table, a light blush on his face as he let you exam his newest creation...and despite looking at it for a couple minutes...you had absolutely no idea what it was.

"Well it looks cool whatever it is..., anyways! Remember how you said you'd never had pocky before? Well I got some and I was thinking we could do that challenge I told you about." You held up the box of sweets for him, watching as his light blush deepened to a dark red colour and he looked away shyly, "I-i...um. O-okay." You giggled as you opened the packaging, holding the pocky for him to take, chocolate side pointed in his direction.

"Remember the rules?" He nodded as he put the candy in his mouth, letting you have the other side while his heart pounded in his chest...but before you could even take a second bite..he pulled away out of nervousness, apologizing profusely and congratulating you on your easy win. In the end you sat down beside him on a nearby couch, sharing the sticks between the two of you the normal way while he talked about future inventions.

𑁍༄Lynette:

"You want to...try the pocky challenge with me?" Lynettes monotone voice had the slightest hint of curiousity, her violet eyes on the box of treats you'd gotten only moments earlier and her face ever so lightly pink, she had never tried the challenge before and the idea of sharing the new experience with you...was like a magic wish come true. "Mhm! Do you want the coated side or the stick?" You asked holding the pocky out for her to examine, ultimately she choose the breadstick side watching you intently as you put the chocolate end in your mouth.

Before you could properly take a bite she was at the other end, munching away rhythmically at a incredibly fast pace, till before you knew it her face was right up against yours, your eyes meeting hers your cheeks turned bright red. Her soft lips grazed yours as she took the final bite, pulling away with a small satisfied smile. "Seems I won...I enjoy this game. Shall we try again?"

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette was silent, his cheeks ever so lightly pink as you explained the rules of the pocky challenge, the hidden truth of it clear as day. He knew that if he agreed to said challenge, he could end up receiving a kiss from you and the thought of such a beautiful thing made his heart skip a beat, but...would he be able to stop himself at just one? Perhaps it would be better to decline...and ask for a kiss instead, then his motives would be clear at least...

"Neuvillette?" You smiled, patiently waiting for his response, unaware of the slight dilemma he was having with himself. "Apologies, I was lost in thought...I suppose a challenge would be alright, as long as everything is legal." His eyes met yours as you giggled happily, handing him the chocolaty dessert and watching in excitement as he put the coated end in his mouth, his blush darkening with each moment.

You took the breadstick part in your mouth, nibbling away at it slowly and savouring it's yummy flavour on your tongue as your heart rate increased, your face growing warmer as you got closer and closer to him. With only the smallest bit of pocky left between the two of you, you paused waiting to see what he'd do next and humming in delight as he took the last bite, closing the gap. Your lips touched for just a moment and just as he had expected, it wasn't enough...his hands holding your face as he kissed you again...preferring you over the candy.

𑁍༄Clorinde:

Clorinde sighed quietly, unsure wether to agree to share your snack with you...and possibly end up in a situation that would leave her blushed and quite possibly falling even harder for you or to disagree and play it safe, but always wonder if she should have said yes. Eventually her violet eyes met yours, her brows turned down slight as if she was annoyed, "I agree to your challenge, but I do hope you know...I'll show no mercy. As a champion duelist I take no challenge lightly."

"Yay! Do you want the chocolate end of the pocky or the breadstick part? I'm fine with either." You held up your snack for her, watching curiously as she examined it carefully, as if it could possibly be poisoned...even though you'd already eaten some of them. "I'll take the part without chocolate, thank you." You nodded in response, cheerfully putting the chocolate side in your mouth and wiggling the stick in front of her while she raised a eyebrow at you.

She leaned in, taking small bites of the pocky and finding it rather difficult to concentrate on the treat itself as she became acutely aware of how close your face was to hers. The gap growing smaller as you both ate away at the yummy treat, until your noses were touching and she took the last bite, pulling away so quickly that you were still left in the same stance in shock. "I win." She said quietly, her face blushed red and her lips touched with a bit of melted chocolate,...

"How about 2 outta 3?"

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

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wayfayrr · 6 months ago

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I’LL THROW HANDS WITH ANY OF YOUR EXES THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE LESS, YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE LOVABLE, NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE MOSS <3

But also had me clutching my phone to my chest with the luck part 😭 you’re so sweet I’m sending so much love through the internet <33

I know I already made a request (which again, take as long as you need, I am more than happy to wait however long <3) but I’m so serious when I say that I need to request something sweet with self aware asexual Sky, specifically him cuddling with reader, just lying his head on their chest as they rest their cheek against his head while like, maybe they play a lil cozy game; Stardew or something- whether they are playing that game together, or Sky is just watching reader while they play, I have no preference, I just need wholesome fluff <333

~🍀 anon

I'm pretty much over it now!! made me feel like shit but eh - I'm so happy to be separate from them now :P they were a real piece of shit ngl but they don't matter anymore!

I couldn't help myself!! what can I say, it was just so tempting to refer to luck in some way - I mean your emoji is a four-leaf clover!!/aff

I did choose to do this request first cause it felt fitting for pride month (I say posting this within the last 10 minutes) but I also realised there's no way to make something noticeably ace without announcing it - so this just comes across more as soft cuddles <3 but I still think it's sweet

[masterlist]

He’s much warmer than I thought he’d be, considering he hasn’t had a pulse, or blood, or a body for very long at all, only about a week as of now. Yet he’s already mostly a natural with it, only needing a gentle reminder every now and then to breathe compared to when he was freshly - fresher out of the game and needed a nudge every couple of minutes to remember.

It’s perfect for times like this though, just the two of us lying together taking the time to be in each other's presence and it’s hardly surprising that he’s stuck to me like glue knowing what he’s been through. I can’t help but become more enamoured with him through it all as well, while he’s not entirely like how I imagined his character would’ve been like if this kind of thing happened, if anything I’d say… he’s better. Cuddly, soft and sleepy like you’d assume from how he’s shown in-game but also just so, so much sweeter and sassier than he was shown. It’s charming.

“You forgot to water the pumpkins my dove.”

“I didn’t but thank you for the reminder sweetheart.”

It feels comfortable calling him that now, It wasn’t immediately and he respected that, now I really couldn’t help falling for him. Right now I can feel myself slipping and falling in love with him more and more, he knows what he’s doing I’m sure of it but despite knowing that it’s impossible to stop myself. The smallest things like how he intertwined his fingers around mine while I hold the switch, resting his head on my chest. Even how his hair rustles on my chest with how he’s laying on top of me is downright addictive, driving me deeper and deeper into his spell.

“[name], [name] love you still haven’t watered the pumpkins.”

“I’m walking over to them, I know you can see our farmer moving.”

“Mhm, but I know you aren’t focused on the game.”

“How can I be when you’re acting like this?”

“Acting like what love?”

Where do I begin to describe how he’s been acting? That he’s been extra soft tonight? That he’s been even more gentle than usual with how he’s holding my hands and resting on me? That he’s stolen the softest clothes I own to wear right now? That since he’s started washing his hair with my conditioner his hair is so silky and fluffy and good melling that I just want to bury my face in- He knows exactly what I’m struggling to say out loud, his little giggle spelling it out instantly.

“Acting like your partner?”

“...”

“Acting like your boyfriend?”

“...Wouldn’t any way you act be acting like my boyfriend?”

“I-!”

Never in my life would I have thought something like that would slip from my mouth that easily, making him stop breathing. And for once? It makes me forget to remind him to too.

#I'm going to be writing requests a little shorter now I think #or just judging them as they come for length #<3 #this is a little shorter but I'm still really happy with it though #ALSO #I know this is an old ask #BUT I hope you're doing well clover!!!#Its been a hot minute since I've gotten an ask from you #and I hope that you're doing alright <33 #moss✦writes #linked universe #yandere link #yandere linked universe #link x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #self aware au #lu sky #lu sky x reader

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meaningofaeons · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I just started reading your stuff and I really like it!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons with the HSR boys (your choice but I would appreciate one with Jing Yuan) with a reader who is part of the Stelleron hunters and their role is to clear up any clues they may have left behind not on purpose, the boys caught them in the act and they made a break for it, but after the event the reader finds themself to be looking after the boys more (you can decide whether they know or if they find out due to a coincidence) and they confront the reader about it.

- 🌙 Anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ stellaron spy

⊹ character(s) - dan heng, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, a bit of angst, fluff, mystery, intrigue, oh my!

hi 🌙 anon!!!! omy my first named anon (₌♥ᆽ♥₌) I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!!! I was very tempted to add sampo to the mix here but as the stellaron hunters were not involved much with anyone in belobog I decided against it. but who knows?! maybe a p2 for this will come out! anyways, thank you for the request my lovely!!! I had fun with it! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

post editing katze here - I'm so sorry these read more like scenarios than hcs but all my hcs kinda do </3 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

⊹ Dan Heng

Your assignment was simple: Clean up the Stellaron Hunters' presence in the Herta Space Station, and leave no trace of your own visit.

As a member of the highly skilled group, you were more than prepared and qualified.

And of course, Kafka and Silver Wolf saw fit to leave a mess behind for you as always.

They never did anything beyond Elio's allowance in order to guide the universe to the correct future, and it's not as if they had anything against you, but you still somehow ended up with a large workload each time.

A stray piece of Silver Wolf's code here, a bullet with Kafka's insignia on it there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and all seemingly meaningless in the pursuit of the ideal future. Things that would be cast aside by the average person, if not missed entirely.

And yet, that's why you were here—those very "meaningless" pieces of evidence were specific items ordered by Elio that could cause the single tip of a domino should they be found and investigated. The most insignificant things could completely restructure the path you were on, and by extension, Elio's plans.

Of course, Destiny's Slave didn't tell you everything.

Specifically, he neglected to mention you literally bumping into a member of the Astral Express Crew.

On the way into a restricted section full of monsters.

Just perfect.

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry!" You were flustered, yes, but it served as a good cover considering your disguise as a researcher.

The man before you looked indifferent by nature, but something about you caught his eye, and he put his arms out to steady you.

"It's fine. Why are you heading into a restricted zone?"

"Ahh, I'm okay! Just grabbing some of my research materials! If you'll excuse me..."

He didn't seem content to leave you to do as you wished considering your disguise, but then he caught sight of the bullet you held. Kafka's bullet, signature carved into the side and all.

He put two and two together, his blue eyes widening.

"You—"

Before he could say anything further, you had vanished, hearing his footsteps chasing after you after ducking into an alcove. He came and went, and you found yourself alone again.

Well, there goes a smooth mission... He's surely off to alert security.

As the days passed, you continued your task. Of course, Kafka had given you a predictable answer when you confronted her about the run-in with the black-haired man.

"That would be Dan Heng of the Astral Express Crew. Don't worry. You were fated to meet. As I'm sure you know, your foresight on meeting him would have ruined the future."

Of course.

However, the young man intrigued you, and you eventually found yourself watching over him more and more.

He went to get lunch? You would subtly switch your disguise and be in line right behind him.

He took a walk around the station? You weren't far behind.

He entered a restricted zone to assist? You cleared out a couple of monsters ahead of him to make his job easier.

It's all for the mission, you'd justify. Just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't throw a wrench into Elio's plans.

Eventually, your little side-mission caught up to you.

"I really should just turn you in."

A pale hand had reached over your head, grabbing the information tablet above you, and you paused.

Compared to your previous meeting, you were a lot more calm. After all, as Kafka had said, you only needed trust in Elio and his future.

"Then why haven't you?"

The dark-haired man couldn't provide an answer.

"Are you here to stir up trouble again... Stellaron Hunter?"

"Just the opposite, really."

Dan Heng was perplexed, yet intrigued—two feelings he didn't experience often.

"I really should...—ugh. Never mind. For now, I won't do a thing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"I will do the same for you."

"I've noticed."

"Then I'm sure you've noticed the gift I left in your pocket."

As soon as he looked down, you were gone. Still, you weren't lying—there in his pocket lay a piece of paper with your contact information... along with an alias.

Dan Heng didn't know what to feel, but a strange warmth filled his cheeks, and he ran a hand over his face.

What... just happened?

You, meanwhile, having completed your mission, met back up with Kafka in only a few hours' time.

"Your number, hm? Smooth, Y/N. I didn't think you had it in you. Should I consider this a betrayal?"

"Hush up, Kafka. You know this was bound to happen."

"Astute as always."

You had to hold back your groan along with your own reddened cheeks.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Being a Stellaron Hunter meant trusting Elio no matter what, even if it seemed to be at your own peril.

Even with his indifference towards his own and your lives in the face of the necessary future, Destiny's Slave had assured you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters that you were not to be expended for the cause.

At least, not for a very, very long time.

So why is the General of the Xianzhou Luofu in front of you right now?

This wasn't in the plan! Only Kafka and Blade were meant to be arrested!

Your momentary panic caused you to forget the obvious—

You're not on any wanted lists, you have not been seen associating with either detained Stellaron Hunter on the Luofu, and you're posed as a completely ordinary Xianzhou Outworlder.

On top of that... Kafka had secured you a (fake) position somewhat close to the General for intel-gathering. For all intents and purposes, you were meant to be here.

But that handsome face honestly made your brain run on empty at the most crucial moment. And besides, your false position wasn't that high up!

Unless it was, and the information was withheld in case you got captured...

You wondered if Elio could laugh, and if he could, whether he was amused by your current blunder. Surely, all according to the plan of destiny.

"Goodness. I knew I had some level of charm somehow, but to think I'd evoke such a reaction."

You froze up upon General Jing Yuan moving his face even closer to yours, inspecting you carefully.

"Or perhaps you're just intimidated by me?"

Focus, Y/N, focus!

"Not at all, General," you were quick to respond, impressing even yourself at the steadiness in your voice. "I was simply stunned that the General would greet me, a mere advisor, personally."

"Well, mere advisor, I find you enthralling. Please report to work tomorrow directly to my desk. I'll have you assist me with my paperwork."

...Huh?

That's how you found yourself roped into being Jing Yuan's personal assistant.

The incident with Kafka and Blade progressed naturally, but you found yourself with more and more work.

All to keep up the cover of a simple employee trying to earn your daily wages, you supposed. Not to mention, the closeness of it all allowed you intel on Jing Yuan that you never would have acquired otherwise.

It made sense that this was Elio's plan all along, but you were still a bit bittersweet about your circumstances.

The sweet part being... Well, the General was nice to look at, and he wasn't a bad conversationalist, either.

And of course, the intel. The intel was good. You were certainly still focused on it.

When he ate, when he took walks (casual ones, he assured you when you were forced to join him, but you knew it was a guise for patrolling the Luofu), and when he trained with Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant.

Everything went straight to Elio's ear.

The bitter part... Everything else.

Every day, you wondered if the General knew your identity and purpose. Yet he never spoke a word of it.

And his requests were getting more ridiculous by the day!

"Y/N, would you be so kind as to keep me company while I finish my paperwork?"

"That would be highly unprofessional... I must clock out for the night."

Another night, it was something else.

"Y/N, how about a game of chess?"

"We're working, General."

"Call me Jing Yuan, would you? 'General' is far too uptight."

"That would also be unprofessional!"

"Isn't it more unprofessional to deny your superior's request?"

Now you were sure of it. Elio, along with Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf, and every single one of the other Stellaron Hunters...

They were watching this all like a horrendous, slow-burn, romantic sitcom, and they were laughing their heads off at you running yourself ragged. That had to be it.

However, all good? things come to an end. It was only a few months in that you were called to clean up yet another Stellaron Hunter operation.

And with that, your resignation was plopped on Jing Yuan's desk in the dead of night, with you and him being the only two souls in the entirety of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"...So, that's it?"

"I'm afraid so."

That smile of his made you want to stay, though you'd never say it aloud.

"Well, I suppose Stellarons are present in many different worlds."

Your jaw could've dropped. It was a miracle your face remained stoic.

"Do come back and visit me, though? Or better yet, desert them entirely and stay by my side?"

The tone was teasing, but the longing was still buried beneath it all.

When your face hardened, his smile softened.

"Of course not. I understand the feeling of being unable to abandon your comrades, your cause. Still, I do hope we meet again."

With a laugh at your silence, he unclasped one of the blue tassels from his uniform and put it right into your expectant hand—instinct on your part at his gesture.

"Return that to me soon. Don't make me wait too long. After all, without it, my coat is asymmetrical. Not a great look for the General of the Luofu, is it, my dear?"

"...No. I suppose it isn't."

It took you less than the space of a breath to vanish from his office, and you knew you likely wouldn't be back—not for a long time, that is—but Jing Yuan's tassel remained in your belongings nonetheless.

#jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #dan heng x reader #danheng x reader #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai #hsr #jing yuan #jingyuan #dan heng #danheng #🌙 anon

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veetyuh · 1 year ago

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I'm reminded of that "antishipping isn't purity culture because it isn't conservative christianity" post... And I think I've done some unpacking on why it triggers me so much.

I was an intersex child shoved into the role of a female, in a rural & conservative Christian environment. I've had not just purity culture shoved down my throat, but also the shame of not being able to meet the expectations put on women in that environment.

It's not just cover up, slut. That implies I had something to show off, to begin with. And men still want to ogle you and imagine what your body is like beneath that modest dress. So here, literal child. Have this shapewear to make your figure conform to that of a developing middle school female's under your clothes.

It's contradictory that way. You have to try to be unappealing to not 'tempt' men, but you still need to be appealing in the sense of conventional female attractiveness. Moreover, you must not think about men or sex at all. But you cannot be asexual — your parents demand grandchildren.

Antis do the same with their queer representation. It's the same contradictory expectations... They champion the idea of breaking societal norms through queerness (i.e. the idea of 'queer as in fuck you'), then demand that every nuclear family norm be met. Queer characters must be disruptive without actually disrupting anything. And the contradictions apply to fans, too — you're homophobic if you don't like a canon queer ship, and you're fetishistic if you like queer ships too much. (There are more, but I'd be stuck here forever if I listed them all. 😅)

There's also the obvious — fictional sins being as bad as things done in real life. There's Matthew 5, which includes so many popular verses about thought control that Christians use, and equates bad thought to bad doing.

27 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ 28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29 If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. 30 And if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.

And fuck if antis aren't cutting off their entire goddamn arm and gouging out both eyes.

It's not just purity culture they embody, though — it's the satanic panic, too. Good lord the amount of times my grandma wouldn't let me watch Ghost Hunters because she thought I was welcoming demons into the home, or her concern for me watching horror movies because I'd surely become more violent. It's the same shit, different horse.

On a more light-hearted note, they play the same game that Christian demoninations do, too. I was Baptist, and considered the Methodists okay. But the Catholics? No, keep that shit away from me. Why are you worshipping Mary? That's idolatry! How horrible, to openly spit in God's face. When I read antis' DNI lists rattling off forbidden, unredeemable fandoms, it feels the same way, haha.

But what really seals the deal for me is how they smile in your face and promise they're just looking out for you. Christians do that, too. "We want you to get better. We want to help you. You're on a dark path." While they break your bones to force you into their mold. You may not be hurting anyone on your dark path, but they'll convince you that you ARE. You're hurting yourself "spiritually," you're hurting the community, your family, by being an abomination to God. You're hurting everyone and yourself, you just need us to help you realize it. Antis feel the exact same. I block them pre-emptively because I cannot handle having that shit directed at me again.

Moreover, their insults feel the same. The childish "icky," the ad hominems. It's too reminiscent for me. Of my mom hating my icky facial hair and my classmates making fun of my masc traits when they thought I couldn't hear; you are a gross person!!1! Ew!!!

It's funny that antis are so often anti-kink, considering they're so fucking intent on giving me a golden shower and telling me it's rain. I hope they're careful not to choke on the homophobic, pedophilic pastor cock they're sucking.

#proship #excuse my rambling

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wordsvomit101 · 9 months ago

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As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #wordsvomit notes

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cosmerelists · 10 months ago

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Five Questions I I Have about the Cosmere that I'm Too Afraid to Ask

Well, except that I suppose I am asking them, right now. These questions haunt me specifically because I think they have answers and that I should know what they are.

1. What Are Highspren the Manifestation Of?

This one I will sincerely accept an answer for, if anybody (or everybody?) knows. Like, rainspren are rain and honorspren are honor and liespren are lies. I get all that. Are highspren, like...the concept of highness? Like being high in the air? Is that something that gets anthropomorphized? I've read the Coppermind page a bunch of times and it feels like it doesn't specifically say.

What are they??

2. How do the bridges work?

You can try to explain this to me if you'd like but I don't think I'll get it because, well, this one is probably down to my difficulty in picturing things like this. But I just don't understand how the manual bridges in Sadeas' army actually worked. Like, they are pushed across the gap, right? So they have to long enough that they don't just tip in halfway across. Are they just like triple the size of every gap? Also, when they get placed side to side so that a line of horses can run across them--wouldn't they have to be like right against each other so there aren't gaps? How do you do that if you have people holding them on both sides? Can you really push them together if they're that long and most of it is on the other side of the gap already? I just have never been able to picture it, even a little.

3. DO we know what caused the Recreance?

In one of my other posts I expressed a hope that we would learn what caused the Recreance, and several people commented that we knew already [SPOILERS]: that it was because the Radiants learned that their powers destroyed their last planet so they all gave up their oaths. But is that really...it? I don't mean to downplay the destruction of a planet but, like, the current Radiants know that too and none of them seemed even slightly tempted to give up their powers. I just feel like there must be more to it than that...right? Some other, more terrible secret? But is this just me missing the point?

4. Where does the joke about Szeth being good at ice skating come from??

This one drives me nuts because I'm sure I should know. I assume it's something from the Battle of Thaylen City when he was with Lift, but the Coppermind article doesn't say a whole lot about his part in that fight. And I just don't remember. And I'm too lazy to look it up. Please somebody save me.

5. Are there...holidays in the Cosmere?

This is one that's been in the back of my mind for a while. Like...I have no idea what the yearly holidays are on Roshar, or Scadrial, or really any of the planets. I'm not clear if people celebrate their birthdays with a party or go out to dinner on their wedding anniversaries or celebrate the new year. I guess maybe because the books are always taking place in crises? So there's no time for Kaladin to go shopping for a midwinter crab-turkey or whatever? Or for Vin to be buying balloons for Elend's big day? But seriously--do you folks know of any holidays that characters are said to celebrate in times of not-crisis?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #stormlight archive #stormlight archive spoilers #I guess?

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ominus-potato · 3 months ago

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Hi, just wanted some advice about fanfics on ao3, how do you write them? and how can I make my one shot fic impactful for the readers. I'm planning on making a fic but since it's my first time making I kinda don't know where to start.. It's fine if you don't know though! just thought of asking cause you're writing's really good imo.

Sneak peak of the next part of the Pining Mario series at the end!

Well when I write, I don’t do it on AO3. I draft my work on Wattpad and then cross-post it to AO3. This is because AO3 is a bit more complicated, can be dodgy with saving works and only work when I have Wi-Fi. With Wattpad, I can write offline which is very helpful. Some people also draft on google docs so there’s that as well.

In terms of ACTUAL writing, there are two ways to leave an impression on the reader. There’s the way liked with angst, pain and maybe a bit of comfort; and there’s the way of making a story so sickeningly sweet that the reader is gushing over every cute moment. The length of the story also plays a factor. If it’s under 4000 I’d recommend avoiding angst bc you don’t have much time to set it up and at it off effectively.

Personally, I pretty much never write angst unless I genuinely believe it’ll make a story better. I’ve read fics before where the author will just throw in a shit ton of angst for no reason other than to make the reader feel bad for the mc and it just feels really cheap. It’s hard to do angst right and it’s really tempting to just give everyone a super fucked up backstory and make them depressed or something but imo it’s just overdone to the point of exhaustion. It can make a story depressing and no longer a fun read.

Whenever I write angst, it’s a small part of a mostly fluff-filled story. Take the pining Mario series for example. 19,000 words of silly pining hyjinx with a few small drops of angst. Then have the angst bubble over a little in Shots and Cowboys, Mario has a small breakdown since we’ve been keeping up with the story from his perspective mostly. That then allows me to forward the story and give character a new motivation.

If youre going to use angst to get an emotional reaction, you MUST have good set up and pay off. Especially if it’s a longer story. Also, you don’t have to do this, but I’d recommend against adding angst unless it’s necessary. Don’t just throw it in there Willy nilly yk?

If you wanna know how I do my stories, I really enjoy making them sweet and adorable with a little bit of drama and comedy. Like “Love is not a foreign language” where it’s just Mario and Mr Puzzles being adorable as hell for 6000 words. Then the drama comes when Puzzles reveals he can understand Mario and that only leads to more cutesy love.

A lot of it comes down to the story you’re trying to tell and how you want your reader to react. When I write a story, I want my readers to be invested in the drama and rising tensions, enjoying the little spurts of comedy here and there and ultimately, finding the main ship really cute in the end. I try to make people happy with my work bc I write the kinda stuff I would love to read! Because if I would read it, someone else definitely would.

Also, I feel like I must add that I have only ever written ship stories. If you wanted advice on stories in general with no shipping then I wouldn’t really know how to advise you on that. I love relationships between characters. Whether it’s ships or friendships. It’s my favourite part of any fandom so it’s where I specialise in my work.

Sorry I don’t really have like a plan or anything. I just keep it all in my head, know a few plot points I want to hit, and write to them. I try to get around 3-5 plot points for my longer stories and then just 1 or maybe 2 for the shorter ones. I sometimes add them as I go if I think it’ll make the story better!

For example, my plot points in Shots and Cowboys were:

•Mario tries to buy Puzzles a drink

•Mario and Mr Puzzles are interrupted by Wren and Mario is jealous

•Mario and Wren do something to fight for Puzzles’ affection (IE, play pool)

•Mario looses Puzzles to Wren, sees them kiss and is devastated.

•Mr Puzzles thinks that Mario is heartbroken over SMG4 and promises to help him move on.

Then if I get any smaller points like certain ships, lines, dynamics or interactions I wanna add I just sprinkle them in where I can.

I don’t really have much advice outside of that. I tend to just think of a scene or an idea I’d love to write and then more ideas pop up around it. It’s just one major point that gets built around. IE, Mario being jealous was the premise of SAC purely just because there were a few jealous Puzzles stories and I wanted to see if I could switch the dynamic.

Sorry for the long wall of text. I just wanna make sure it’s detailed enough for you. Just make it up as you go along and write what you wanna read. I re-read my stuff all the time because I genuinely enjoy what I write and it gives me exactly what I want. Have fun with it!

And if you’re worried about it being terrible, I’d advise you to read my old Lego Ninjago fanfiction that I wrote when I was 13. My god it was awful. But it shows development!

First story:

Latest story:

Enjoy that sneak peak of the next part of the Pining Mario series :D

#smg4 #fanfiction #fanfic #writing tips #writing #ao3 #Wattpad #Marware #pining mario series #Ninjago

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silent-sanctum · 7 months ago

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 11: Someone Special

— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —

I'm back with another Polaris chapter loyal readers and this one's a long one 😘😳 This one covers the Anubis fight but other than that, the chapter also includes another deep dive into Jotaro's psyche and feelings. So expect some hurt/comfort and fluffy times with our favorite delinquent. Enjoy! 💌

word count: 10.6k

The shallow dip of your body against the plush bed was the first thing you’d sense as you came to.

Opening your eyes and the dim environment of a mimicked bedroom was what greeted you next. Through the darkness, vague silhouettes of what appeared to be ruined furniture lay abandoned on their spots in the room- wardrobe torn from its hinges, clothes that used to shine for stage ripped on the floor, the glass on the mirror of your dressing table shattered in pieces,

And just like before, everything was just as cold as winter.

You pulled back the sheets and a chill snaked all throughout your limbs causing you to shiver, a puff of warm breath fleeting past your lips with every exhale.

None of this surprised you anymore. You’ve been here too many times to care more so you knew what to expect in each.

In this situation, you’d panic less for yourself but for the people near you out there, dreading the image of rose gold arcing through the air during a friendly fire. But you took a deep breath and turned to the window, gaze immediately turned towards the night sky.

Where it was devoid of light, a lone star remained in place to shine enough for you to see. For you to feel some comfort in the manor.

He was there watching over you. You trusted his words and it was enough of a push for you to get up.

You stood and reached for the nearest coat you could find on the tiles- a flimsy fur type that was a bit tight around you considering its size was meant for children. You shrugged them on regardless and with some semblance of warmth, you made your way to the door and stepped out.

Everything was how you remembered it with the mansion’s marble, granite, and antique light fixtures, but it wasn’t as polished as the first time. The walls seemed to decay with smudges spotting its once spotless surface and the tiles were matted over with something that dried out with time.

‘What should I do?’

You looked around, nervous but determined. ‘How do I get out of here without...’ You shook your head before the intrusive memory of what had happened could plague it again. ‘... escalating the problem’.

Your eyes fell on the open doors leading to the trees outside. For a second, your feet moved without a second thought, tempted to walk out of this hellhole and sprint free.

But as your steps landed on the third step of the staircase, you paused. ‘This already happened and you know what happens next.’ You continued down the stairs and with caution, you went to the entrance and stopped before the door frame.

‘Running away won’t do anything to avoid her and if that’s the case,’ you took one last long look at the swaying trees past the fence, and with another heavy exhale, you grabbed the handles of both doors and shut them close with a resounding echo. ‘Then I have to confront this damn Stand head-on.’

You turned on your heel and faced the empty hall. With all the frustrations in your chest, you called out into the air. “Come out! I know you’re waiting for me! I’m here!” When nothing answered back, you persisted, “What? Now that I chose to shut myself in is when you decide to be silent?”

“Stop being a damn hypocrite and face me!”

“You should watch your language child.”

Your breath hitched for a split second as the onyx Stand swirled up from the shadows from atop the staircase, tendrils curling in on with each other until it formed into the nightly figure that imitated your mother, blood ruby eyes rising from the dark to complete its look. You bit your lip and clenched your fists.

Its sinister, booming voice dwindled into its more “motherly” tone that could almost pass off as a witch. It bore its teeth. “Well princess, you didn’t bother running away this time? Why?”

“You made it clear that fleeing from this manor won’t do any good,” you bit back. “Because you rule this hellscape you’ve built in me.”

The Stand crooned as its shadowy tendrils crept down each step. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what you can do here.” The shadows crept closer to you, its tips dancing underneath your feet. “I don’t remember everything from before but from what I do recall, your user treated her child as nothing but a way to seek fame. And somehow, I escaped her and you’re here in her place to torment me for disobedience-”

You gasped as a freezing cold grasped your cheeks in a flash with the shadows now curling around your body. You felt your eyes well up with tears, breaths coming in fast as you clawed with the darkness and stared into the gleaming eyes of the feminine Stand that opened its mouth into a grinning snarl.

The haunting melody started to play in the background and a rush of paranoia surged, your fight-or-flight on the verge of activating. You could feel Silent Sanctuary wanting to break free from you with its need to protect. ‘No! Don’t... don’t come out please.’

“You are a smart child, little one. Don’t you see how you’ve decided to waste that potential with your insolence?”

“I didn’t want to live as my mother’s puppet. If anything, she was the foolish one for trusting that damn vampire-”

“YOU DO NOT INSULT HIM IN VAIN, STUPID GIRL.”

You bit back your whimper as its claws dug deep into your skin, an icy bite encircling you entirely except your head. “Now stop that childish rebellion of yours and sing for your mother, princess.” You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath. ‘Persist. Don’t give in.’

A rational part of your brain switched on and in that brief moment of clarity, you found the words to respond with. “You’re not her. You’re just the petty remnant of the mother I used to know. A coward’s memoir.” Despite the cold, you gripped the clawed darkness and squeezed it with the anger that bubbled in you. “So stop pretending to be her and stop kissing DIO’s ass, you stupid ghost.”

The piano’s song cracked at a dissonance and the Stand towering over you stilled, its grin faltering into a disgusting frown. “How dare...” The tendrils crept up your neck, making their way up your jaw. “HOW DARE YOU?!”

You stiffened as the chill crawling on your neck surged up intending to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut and-

You gasped, bolting upright from your slumber.

In an instant, you wrapped your arms around yourself and pat yourself with a repeated pattern, taking deep breaths to calm down from your nightmare.

A hand laid on your shoulder and you gazed up at the wide blue eyes of Star Platinum hovering before you, his bulky figure hiding you from the harsh sun. Once you’ve eased yourself into reality, you took in the current situation- a sunny day in the middle of the desert, ashy remains of a campfire, the Crusaders up and about talking amongst themselves, Iggy nibbling with a piece of wrapper, and-

“You’re awake.”

You turned to watch Jotaro approach you with bottled water in hand. Looking at his bare arms and faded green top, you realized you were still wearing his gakuran from last night. He knelt beside you and handed you the liquid. “Did something happen?” You scanned your surroundings for any possible damage dealt. “Did I go off the deep end again?”

Jotaro shook his head and you sighed with relief, patting your heart. “That’s good.”

“Had a nightmare again?”’

“Same old,” you smiled with resignation. “But good news, I might have found a way to fight against it.” He nodded in return. With nothing else to say, he gestured to the bottle in your hands.

“Drink up. It’s scorching hot out here.”

“Speaking of scorching hot,” you shrugged off the black fabric and after one last feel of it, you offered it back to him. “Here’s your uniform. You’re gonna get sunburns if you don’t cover yourself from the heat.”

Jotaro cocked a brow and retrieved his piece of clothing. “I got set on fire for a second,” he huffed. “It isn’t anything new.”

“That doesn’t reassure things!” You said with a pout.

“I got to help the old man with packing.” The delinquent stood and donned his signature gakuran, completely ignoring your statement. “If you’re done hydrating, join the group meeting. We’ll just be there waiting.”

“Now hold on! You can’t just walk off after reminding me that you were burned alive!”

Jotaro put up a hand of goodbye and you scoffed.

“Yah!”

---

The drive to the nearby city was not as long as you had expected.

There wasn’t much stuff to pack into the jeep so the boys were able to finish the basic task without your help, and after helping a now-blindfolded Kakyoin into the vehicle, the Crusaders traversed through the sandy landscape, powering through the blistering heat, alleviated with the wind breezing past your face.

Transferring Kakyoin into a booked hospital room was the first to tick off the itinerary, prioritizing patching up his eyes by a Speedwagon Foundation doctor before they could permanently blind him.

They arrived at their destination without great delay and given that the only thing left for them to do was to determine where DIO’s hideout was, the Crusaders opted to use a bit of their time to explore the city, ask the locals, and gather supplies while they were at a well-populated area. Iggy wandered off on his own. To help? To laze about? It depends on that dog’s mood.

Of course, being wary of your surroundings never left your to-do list. You’d expect that being near a leader’s den would mean an influx of their minions would lurk about to guard their base. Not even that but ever since you’ve begun to see a chance of overcoming your night terrors, the piano would begin to play in your mind again, and that mysterious figure stalking in the sidelines would appear at random.

Your mother’s Stand was wicked. It knew your mind returned to a stable state and with that found something to fight against its attempts of gas-lighting, so it began launching a counterattack to crumble you back into a crippling mess.

But you knew better this time. Having experienced the rough of its worst, you understood better how the Stand operated in you. And so, walking through the streets with Jotaro became a test of your new trick. You allowed the music to play in the back of your head, slowly growing accustomed to its haunting keys despite some of its notes still making you quiver and anxious.

You paid no attention to the stalker in the shadows. You had no reason to be afraid of him in the first place when you had a Stand whose purpose was to defend her user. The delinquent was with you as well and any aggression pointed at any of his companions resulted in a solid jab to the face by Star Platinum.

All of that considered, it helped quell the rising paranoia bubbling in you.

Walking around crowded pavements in Egypt never felt so decent as it was in India.

The group had split up into 2 in the meantime with the assigned tasks of buying refreshments and asking people about any suspicious activity happening recently. Polnareff, Avdol, and Mr. Joestar were off to the shops while you and Jotaro were left with the latter. Iggy, being a canine unable to speak, went along with the trio.

You agreed to meet up at the hospital by afternoon and discuss the next course of action with Kakyoin involved.

Just as agreed on, after a day of roaming and talking, they all gathered by the building’s entrance. You had nothing special to report given that the locals had no clue about the issue at hand, to which the delinquent could attest, but the others shared something quite bizarre- of allegedly spotting “Jotaro” crouched by the jeep without you around, claiming you went ahead.

Regardless of the news, the trio bought a bag of oranges and with Jotaro peeling one of them, you gladly accepted an offered slice.

An ambulance arrived just as the Crusaders stepped into the establishment.

---

Their first-day efforts didn’t show any fruitful results even with the assistance of an undercover Foundation agent who’d been patrolling the area for weeks before their arrival.

The group collectively agreed to resume scouting the city the next day and with that, each Crusader went off to spend the rest of the day doing what they wanted before evening. Joseph and Avdol stayed near Kakyoin’s room, Polnareff expressed interest in exploring the nearby ruins, while Jotaro and you decided to visit the marketplace to shop for trinkets.

The idea was yours and given that he didn’t have anything else to do, he volunteered to come with you. Not that he was thinking it would be dull and lifeless without you around or that not having you near him would induce immense concern and paranoia, but they were in enemy territory and you shouldn’t be alone wandering around.

At least that was Jotaro’s way of reasoning with himself.

But your Stand’s ability is primarily born to- He shook his head. It still wouldn’t hurt to have a backup.

Why are you always in my mind? Jotaro glanced at you walking beside him down lines of shops and tents, eagerly eyeing each stall with sparkling eyes and a rosy smile.

Could it be... that? If so, is this what it felt like?

When his heart would race every moment you looked up at him?

When he’d unconsciously begin to mirror the smile you'd have?

When his chest would cave and throb in pain when he sees you suffer helplessly?

When every ounce of his being wanted to fulfill that wish you made back in Singapore; about wanting to watch the ocean with him after all of this was over?

Jotaro honestly didn’t know, but what he did know was that he liked experiencing them. In contrast to the irritating squealing and scolding of school girls and teachers, the constant attempts of bullies wanting to fight him, and the general stress that high school had to dump on him, being with you was a breath of fresh air he never knew he needed.

You were special to him.

And for now, that was at least something for the delinquent.

Lost in his thoughts, you had skipped ahead of him with two small plastic bags that hung from your wrist, leaving Jotaro behind a few steps but still within his line of sight. There wasn’t much of a crowd to begin with so it made watching over you easier.

Just as he was about to pass by another stall, something glinting sparked his interest from the corner of his eye- another vendor selling a collection of accessories and items that appeared high quality despite their simple designs.

Jotaro turned to look if you were nearby and when you weren’t, his focus returned to the booth with his hand already reaching for his wallet.

Shopping ended with your hands filled with souvenirs and his pocket slightly heavy.

---

The next day came and Polnareff, the apparent high-maintenance Frenchman that he was, suggested he visit a barber’s shop for a clean shave and simple hair trim. Jotaro was the first to notice the new sheathed sword in his hands but you were the one to bring it up.

The adult shrugged it off and told the dubious teenagers that it was simply a “token of hard work”, and even though it was suggested to leave the weapon in his room, Pol dismissed the idea and brought the blade with him to the shop. For what purpose?

Who the fuck knows? To Jotaro, there was no other reason to bring that thing out unless it was to earn bragging points.

Regardless of the trivial inclusion, the trio visited the barbers at noon. There weren’t many customers falling in line to get a haircut in the small building, which made the waiting time much more bearable. The man in charge was a nice person as well, greeting his new customers with standard courtesy.

He gladly led Polnareff to his seat while you and Jotaro took your spots on the lounge chairs by the shop’s window, where a stack of books was readily available for its customers. He pulled out one that cataloged the marine life of the Red Sea and began reading.

The delinquent caught you glancing. “Should I expect a perfect score when I quiz you about that?”

“Don’t push your luck,” Jotaro said. However, if he were to answer properly later on, he’s somewhat confident he can ace your exam. You huffed and returned to your book about true crime and mysteries. Damn. Now he caught himself looking over at you. That looks interesting too.

“You can read it after I’m done.”

Shit. Jotaro turned a page with traitorous flushed cheeks despite maintaining his well-kept stoicism. Though you weren’t helping with that smirk plastered on your face, nor was the gleeful humming of the Frenchman nearby as he had the man apply shaving foam. He clicked his tongue, and in realization, he said “Hey, shouldn’t our first stop be the police station?”

“Oh take it easy Jotaro,” Polnareff waved him off.

“A man’s gotta look his absolute best as the saying goes around this part of town,” the barber added.

The delinquent was about to make a retort until you placed a hand on his shoulder. “We can visit in a while. I checked their schedule ahead of time.” He stared at you for a second, took one look at your knowing eyes, and sighed.

“Fine.”

“Oh before I forget,” Pol reached down beside him and offered the barber the new sword. “You don’t mind putting this out of the way?” The guy gaped at the random piece of weapon handed to him but did what Pol said.

Jotaro still couldn’t believe the man would bring that with him everywhere. Even if he made no further comments about it, he held back a judgmental scowl and kept it behind a look of resignation instead. “Alright! Back to what I was saying earlier, I’ve done a fair amount of rolling around so I ended up getting kinda dirty.”

This time, both you and Jotaro glanced up from your respective books at the adult. “Make this face gorgeous again Mr. Barber~”

“Will do.”

A few seconds in and the minute the razor scraped an inch of the Frenchman’s face, he jerked upright and immediately complained of the blade being too dull for optimal shaving, telling the guy to either sharpen the thing or get a better one. “Good grief, you’re such a diva,” Jotaro said, unable to contain the judgment any longer. “Even Y/N’s not like this.”

“Aww come on guys!” Polnareff whined from his chair. At this angle, the drape almost looked like a bib to an overgrown infant. “Y/N! You must crave for a touch-up from time to time at least!”

“That’s not really a priority right now Pol,” You shrugged. “Besides, I can always have my beauty touch-ups after all this is over. Saves both cash and time.” And to that, Jotaro agreed. “Speaking of time- Hey mister,” You called for the guy’s attention. “Could you start with his makeover as soon as possible? We still have errands to tend to.”

“You’re right sir... ma’am... my apologies,” the barber said as he whetted the razor back and forth.

More time passed and by the time the blade had finished polishing, Jotaro ended up taking a nap with you still up reading, while Polnareff lounged back with a warm, wet towel resting on his face. Nothing much went on but the mundane sounds of the brush against foam and skin.

He could hear Polnareff hum in approval, praises spoken in French leaving his mouth with each smooth glide of the blade against his jaw. The barber responded when the Frenchman made a remark about continuing his good work down to his chin. Other than that, he could also pick up the sound of a book closing shut and the cushion lifted beside him.

“Mister?” At the rising caution evident in your voice, Jotaro pried one eye open.

And in a flash, he’s greeted by the sight of the barber brandishing the sword against the Frenchman’s jaw. The latter kicked into action and jolted the salon’s chair backward, enough for him to angle the blade away from his throat and launch it at the barber’s chest.

Polnareff leaped out from his chair and stood away from the guy, putting himself in between the threat and his friends. “Who the hell are you?! And what have you done to the barber?!” The man pulled out the blade lodged across his chest as if it were nothing, blood dripping onto the wooden boards below.

There was recognition in the Frenchman’s eyes. “Wait... could it be that... the sword is the Stand? A Stand that controls people?”

“Polnareff!” The man launched himself again but Pol pushed him back as he kicked the serving table towards him. Not that it mattered when he merely took the brunt of it and shoved it aside, already poised to strike him with a raised blade.

Silver Chariot entered the fight and the two swordsmen engaged in a one-to-one combat like old foes sparring just as before. They clashed blades and tossed each other around against the walls and furniture from the impact of their weapons. You and Jotaro could only watch and observe the fight that happened in front of them, trusting that maybe Polnareff would be able to find an opening.

But that wasn’t the case. He was struggling, growing more so with each time Chariot’s attacks were deflected and his slashes parried with ease.

In the end, Polnareff ended up on the ground just as the barber stalked towards him with a confident stride ready to slash him down.

At that time, a flash of rose gold zipped through the air and curled itself around the sword’s blade, tightening it and pulling hard enough to divert the man’s attention away from the Frenchman and draw him towards you instead. The second he faced the two guests, another fabric shot out to replace the other and encircled it around the guy’s neck.

Jotaro saw Sanctuary lift him up to the air, rearing back in an arc as if it were ready to be thrown. It took one quick shared look with you and he took the hint. With no hesitation, Star Platinum manifested with its fists clenched and ready.

As predicted, your Stand dragged the enemy by his throat across the air, ramming him straight onto his Stand’s gloved fist. With one loud “ORA”, Star delivered a heavy punch to the barber’s face and launched him out the window, shattering the glass in the process.

You, Jotaro, and Polnareff gathered outside the shop. “Think that finished him off?”

“It’s never that easy Pol,” you said without tearing your eyes away from the body. “They’re tougher than they look.”

“Plus that punch was shallow to him, even if it took everything I had,” Jotaro added. Shit. It’s been a while since we’ve seen a Stand like this one. On cue, the man twitched and in an animated fashion akin to a zombie, he sat upright and turned to his opponents.

“Not bad Star Platinum... Silent Sanctuary,” he said. “The rumors of your speed and coordination are true but now that I’ve seen it for myself, I can easily defeat them.” Jotaro stood his ground, admittedly a bit anxious at the sight of the man’s glowing, wicked eyes. His words felt threatening and as he got up, it felt like the battle had just begun.

A nearby civilian, a friend of the barber most likely, wanted to approach him but you stopped him and the other onlooking locals from nearing the threat. “Everyone stay back! The man is aggressive and dangerous!”

“Stay back if you don’t want to end up in ribbons!” Polnareff called out. “Go inside and hide!”

With everyone at a safe distance, you three circled the enemy user with extreme caution. “This isn't good. This one feels different than the others we fought before,” you said.

“You’re right. The more we fight this Stand, the faster it gets.” Everyone got into position and braced for what was to come. “Every next attack of his will be the fastest after the last!”

Jotaro took to heart what he said and kept a close eye on the man’s movements, and in a split second he could spot his gaze zero in on the delinquent just as he leaped into the air, screeching with a raised blade. I see how it is. He pushed both you and the Frenchman aside, away to safety, and stepped one foot forward with Star at the ready, arms raised.

I’m the one he’s after.

“Jotaro!”

Before any of the two could intervene, Star Platinum reacted accordingly and caught the falling blade between its palms, just before it could graze his forehead. The barber gaped at what had happened and in the next second, his Stand snapped the metal sword clean in half.

“That speed is remarkable. I’ll duly take note of that,” the man said with a quick grin as he fell to the ground face first, dropping the halved sword onto the dirt.

Jotaro stood by, continuing to watch over the now-unconscious barber with suspicion. Take note? It's not over?

“That can’t be it, right?” Polnareff said, eyeing the man.

“It’s too easy if it is,” you started after him. You turned to the weapon nearby. “Let’s first keep that away. We don’t want anyone touching it by accident.”

A strip of cloth crept its way to the fallen blade only to be stopped by the delinquent’s Stand taking hold of its edge. “Don’t. What if it takes over you?”

“My Stand is immune to other Stand abilities,” you said. “You know that.”

“Still...” Jotaro shook his head. He can’t fathom what he’d do if he had to fight with a supernatural entity that directly opposes his Star Platinum. An impenetrable shield that's able to react as fast as Star. “We can’t risk it.”

“It’s fine if the sheath is touched. The sword itself is the cursed object.” the Frenchman said, walking over to pick up the leather case and maneuvering it to slide the blade back in. “There. Now where do we put it?”

“How about we toss it to the Nile?” Jotaro suggested.

“Good idea.”

“Hey! This is the police! We’ve been reported that there has been violence in the area!”

The trio turned to face the single Egyptian officer dispatched to the scene. “Finally! Quick, this man needs help so you better get him to the hospital,” Polnareff said but the officer had already grabbed the Frenchman by his wrist.

“Possession of a dangerous weapon? You’re coming with me!”

“H-Hey!” Jotaro watched with unease as the man struggled with Pol, both their hands fumbling with the sheath. “I’m not the problem! Let go! You’re not supposed to touch this!” Anxiety spiked as his hand increasingly grew close to the sword’s handle.

“Excuse me, but my friend just picked up the weapon from that guy!” You attempted to reason with him. “He was only keeping it away for safety purposes! You can’t just take him into custody like this!”

“Polnareff, your hand-”

Before Jotaro could finish, the sound of the blade sliding against the smooth surface was enough for you and the police officer to pause and turn to the Frenchman. “Pol?” You uttered, already stepping away instinctively once it was clear something had already taken over him.

“It can’t be...” You walked back until you were standing beside the teenager. “It actually happened.”

“Hey, you drew the sword!”

Polnareff, or whatever took over him, turned to the officer with his blade raised. But he wouldn’t get the chance to strike as Jotaro launched the man with a kick to the nearby roller-shuttered shop, knocking him out but away from being slashed to death.

With his intervention, Polnareff looked over at the delinquent with that murderous intent clear in his eyes. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. I’ve never thought about fighting one of us before, let alone Polnareff of all people. This was a problem because as far as he can recall, Silver Chariot was one of the Stands that could go at the same speed as Star Platinum and possibly Silent Sanctuary as well.

Fending off against such a threat that could likely beat his Stand in a speed battle sent a chill down his spine. At that rate, Jotaro might end up in a position where there would be no choice but to kill an ally. To kill Polnareff. He clenched his fists to prevent them from shaking.

You reached out to place a hand on his bicep, reassuring him that he might not need to do that if you helped him in this fight.

The possessed adult chuckled. “Don’t forget I, Anubis, have studied all of Star Platinum’s moves. It won’t be too long until I learn Silent Sanctuary’s next,” he cackled. “Someone I’ve fought before can never, ever hope to defeat me!” With a battle cry, Pol leaped to the duo with instant blood lust.

In sync, you and Jotaro leaped back to dodge the first slash, landing firmly to stand next to each other as Star and Sanctuary appeared before them. With each attempted arc, silk cloths rapidly darted across his vision, blocking each attack from striking Jotaro.

Through an opening between fabrics, Star Platinum attempted to deliver a solid punch only for Polnareff to block it. Distracted, the humanoid tried to land another with its other fist but the Frenchman had already anticipated the next move.

Immediately after shoving off the gloved fist, the adult burst into maniacal laughter as it began to slash at them with increasing speed. Sanctuary returned to deflect each cutting arc, flashes of rose gold creating sparks every time it collided with the steel. Star kept up his guard behind the fabrics, alternating between deflecting the stray slashes and sending jabs through gaps in the cloths.

But with every attempt at landing a punch, Jotaro felt Star struggle to return back to its defensive stance in a split second despite the cloths shielding them from most of the slashes. He could feel the blade nick at the Stand’s skin with every attempt, reflecting surface cuts on his own skin.

This isn’t good. Jotaro heard you grunt beside him, breathing heavily as your Stand kept fending off the sword away from harming any of you. Yes, your Stand could tank hits but her user’s stamina could only last so long to keep it up. It’s getting faster and you’re starting to tire out. I have to stop that sword.

At that moment, Polnareff raised the blade in a familiar downward move. I can catch it again! But as Star Platinum was about to do so, the blade sped up mid-arc and slipped past his Stand’s palms. Jotaro could feel his chest race at the rushing blade. “I’ll have your head!”

A single strip of rose gold flashed a little above his eyes, deflecting the approaching blade away from landing on the delinquent’s forehead, but ended up cutting his shoulder instead. In that one-second opening, Star wasted no time and sent Polnareff flying onto the small tree. But the force of the hit also sent him back, knocking a fire hydrant off the ground in the process.

“Jotaro!” You hurried past the spraying water and crouched over to him. You sighed with relief as he got up with a bit more effort, wincing at the pain radiating from his shoulder.

“This is the fastest Stand we ever faced,” he started. “I don’t want to lose this fight but if I don’t fight Pol with all I have, we’ll die.”

“You guys said the problem was the sword right? Then there must be some loophole in that Stand’s tactics that’ll allow us to break that weapon for good,” you said. “No one has to die between us.”

Just then, Polnareff got up as well with the Stand that possessed him stating that their combined movements and attack patterns were learned. Shit shit shit. “So weak! Weak, weak, weak! But now that I know more, I’m going to show you something fun that’ll finish you and your little friend there for good.”

“Behold,” With a toss of the sword, Silver Chariot manifested once more and in a display of grand fashion, caught the weapon with its free hand, crossing blades with the cursed steel. “Anubis and Silver Chariot dual-wielding!”

Nothing much could be said from the both of you. Instead, you braced yourselves in your side of the playing field, waiting for one of the two to move.

To no one’s surprise, Chariot was the first to swing as it sped forward to thrust its rapier with lightning-fast movements, only to be countered by Star Platinum’s fist barrage. With the introduction of the one-sided sword, Silent Sanctuary joined the fray and swung its fabrics to parry off half of the hits.

Every now and then, you tried to ease the rate of incoming attacks by having a stray fabric creep around the battling knightly Stand and either entangle its metal limbs or toss it entirely either onto the ground or off onto the side. And for a while, it worked.

Midst the flurry of blades and fists, thanks to your interventions, Star was able to land a few punches on Silver Chariot, not that it dealt much damage when it took the hit like it was nothing and began its frenzied steel attacks again. Jotaro gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his face. The sword. Damnit, I need to break that sword but how?!

But Anubis grew stronger with each strike, with each parry, and with each counter. Now, you couldn’t even toss Silver Chariot around anymore as the Stand was able to deflect the stray fabrics off of him while still relentless with its steel barrage. It grew faster and faster and faster.

You suddenly stepped forward, holding Jotaro’s wrist in doing so as you shielded his tall frame with your smaller one. “The hell are you-”

“Sanctuary is born to defend me no matter what. If I’m in the line of danger, then maybe my Stand will be able to respond better and quicker.”

Jotaro wanted to refute and push you back before you could get hurt, but there was a bit of truth in what you said. With you in front, Silent Sanctuary’s fabrics grew in size and increased in speed the second its user neared the threat. Beyond the clash of cloth and steel, Polnareff continued to watch and observe with wicked eyes.

With the Stand distracted, it was Jotaro’s turn to launch a stealth attack. Star Platinum grabbed the nearest trash bin and chucked it straight at the Frenchman, drawing Chariot’s attention away from you to slice the bin in pieces.

But at that same moment, Star rushed over with a loud “ORA” and managed to land 2 solid hooks before the Stand recovered.

Star threw another object at it, a bush, but the Stand simply carved through the foliage before resuming its offense.

Before it could execute an arc to parry Star’s next set of punches, Sanctuary coiled a piece of itself around Silver Chariot’s dominant arm, pulled the Stand up to the air, and smashed it on the ground in a familiar whip-like manner. Once. Twice. Until it recovered again.

Polnareff clicked his tongue, looking dead at you. “You truly are becoming an annoyance. Always blocking. Always shielding. How about I fix that?”

All of a sudden, Silver Chariot stood still and out of the one Stand spawned dozens of identical copies. Jotaro’s heart dropped with dread. He remembered this ability back when the Frenchman dueled against Avdol. And there were so many of them.

Anubis-possessed Polnareff cackled as all the Chariots spun their rapiers. “How about you block all of these now Sanctuary?”

Acting according to its strategy, Jotaro was forced to leap back and away from you as multiple Chariots rushed to Star Platinum at once. You weren’t doing any better as the remaining clones repeatedly clashed against the wildly whipping cloths surrounding you.

Fortunately for the both of you, Star and Sanctuary were able to rid of the mirages with enough blind attacks and offensive defenses, but that left Jotaro having to fight off against the real Chariot while you defended yourself against a grinning, mad slashing Polnareff.

At this rate, Silver Chariot was at par with Star Platinum and to make matters worse, in the middle of fighting its copies, his Stand accidentally managed to chip away a piece of shoulder armor hindering the knight Stand’s speed. And now, he’s truly left standing ground behind Star struggling to block off the speeding thrusts.

And Jotaro began to shake from where he stood as a few stabs of the rapier managed to slip past Star Platinum’s guard and cut the skin off his cheeks, arms, and legs. T-This isn’t good. The damn thing is speeding up.

Even as his life was on the line, Jotaro glimpsed off into the side where you were facing off Polnareff wielding Anubis. You were on the defense as Silent Sanctuary focused on parrying all of the slashes instead of aiming for blind spots. You kept taking steps back, wincing with every advancing attack. The Frenchman pushed forward with his relentless swings, taunting you to risk a counterattack.

The delinquent clenched his fists as he watched you stagger the faster he became. If Jotaro had to knock an ally out to save another, then so be it.

With newfound resolve, Star Platinum dodged the next set of thrusts and swung a heavy hook to Silver Chariot’s armored jaw. Jotaro didn’t bother checking if the Stand recovered and bolted to your side with his Stand’s fist raised and ready to put Polnareff out.

He was a few steps away now and just as he was about to deal the finishing blow, you caught him sneaking or rather, at something approaching from behind. “Behind you!”

Star Platinum redirected his punches back to the threat lurking behind the delinquent. Jotaro glanced over his shoulder to find Silver Chariot recovered and caught off guard as his rapier got deflected thanks to the metal embellishments of Star’s glove.

However at the same time, Anubis-Polnareff diverted his attention the same time Star did, and in that millisecond window, the cursed steel of the sword found itself lodged deep in his abdomen.

He couldn’t even register the pain when it happened but he could gradually feel it coming as blood accumulated in his throat and spilled out his mouth.

But then it occurred to him. The sword’s stuck in one place. S-Shit, it’s not ideal but it’ll do.

You cried out his name in terror and several strips of rose gold lunged out to attack the boasting enemy, reacting in response to its distressed user. “N-No wait!” He spoke through the pain. The fabrics halted just before they could strangle the distracted Frenchman. Jotaro locked eye contact with yours and through unspoken words, you nodded with hesitation.

I have a plan.

Jotaro grabbed hold of the wedged blade with Star’s help, faking an act of pulling the sword out of him. “S-Stop. Don’t push it any further. It’ll be murder.”

As expected, Anubis cackled as he kept the steel firmly in place. That’s it. “I will not stop! I’ll push it in and tear your guts to shreds!” To further boost his ego, the delinquent allowed his grip to loosen for a minute.

That is until Star Platinum cried out a booming “ORA” as it began to punch at the sword, breaking it apart chunk by chunk. With the jackal now pleading for the teenager to stop, it further fueled him to continue until what was left of the sword was the handle.

With one last push, Star gripped the remaining piece in its hand, and with one last final cry, the warrior Stand finally crushed it to powder.

Anubis let out a yell of defeat as his form cracked and disintegrated along with its ominous purple aura that kept Polnareff under its possession. Free from control, the adult fell to the ground.

Jotaro stumbled on his feet, making sure to put pressure on the stab wound. He didn’t even notice the lodged piece had dropped shortly into a small bloody pool below.

“Good riddance... It’s finally over.” Now that it was, all the adrenaline that used to rush throughout his body left in an instant. His surroundings seemed to blur and sway. He began to feel lightheaded and his body felt like lead.

You hurried over to his side and kept him steady with half his weight leaning on you. The delinquent turned to your worried eyes and your frantic questions concerning his well-being. “That was a tough enemy... That last move took everything I had.” He continued to stare at you with his unfocused vision, reaching to touch your hand in a weak attempt to reassure you.

“But I’m glad it was enough to defeat him before he could hurt you.”

The world suddenly tipped over and the ground came up to greet him... or that would be the case if it weren’t for you catching him as his knees buckled and gave up on him. You laid him across your lap, cradling his head with one hand with the other pressing hard above his own on the profusely bleeding wound.

“This is new...” Fuck... everything’s so fuzzy now. Blood continued to gush out of the gash in his abdomen, seeping past both your hands. Not to mention the other minor cuts still bleeding elsewhere. Why does it feel chilly all of a sudden? “I never felt this exhausted...”

Above him, you whimpered as you kept alternating your focus on him and his wound. “W-What should I do?” You said in a foreign language he couldn’t understand. “Come on! Why aren’t you coming out this time?!” He could only assume you meant Sanctuary appearing to help apply pressure.

“Y/N...”

“No! Don’t do that! Don’t pass out on me!” You said in a panic. “Anyone?! Can someone call an ambulance please?!”

In the corner of his eye, he could pinpoint Polnareff stirring into consciousness. “What happened? Don’t tell me I got controlled!”

“Pol, go get Mr. Joestar or Avdol or somebody! Just get help!” You gritted out to him and when he asked back in confusion, you screamed at him to go get the old man. Not wanting to upset you further, he darted off to do as you asked.

“Jotaro-ssi...” Through hooded eyes, he gazed up at you. “Still with me?”

“I’m... I’m trying...”

“You better!” You said, your voice breaking into another whimper. You held his head close to you as you curled over him and kept pushing hard against his stab wound. “I know you like to be the strong, tough guy. So be one damnit!”

Jotaro was about to say something in retort but he found it hard to speak when it felt like his throat was clogged. Just then, he heard something. It was faint at first but it picked up volume with each passing second.

It sounded like a gentle music box playing a soft song for him to listen to.

It was soothing. Hearing it put him into a sense of ease and relief one felt just as they were to rest after a hard day’s work. Whatever sharp or throbbing pain he could have felt dissipated and replaced with a relaxing sensation he could describe as cool waves washing over the heat of his injuries.

Jotaro didn’t know if he was imagining it but he could’ve sworn Silent Sanctuary hovered behind you, watching over him with her head tilted and her fabrics thinned and moving as if they were being plucked like a harp.

His eyes were heavy and all he wanted now was to shut them close and fall into slumber.

Just as his consciousness was about to slip away, the last thing he could hear was the sound of his grandfather arriving flustered and your voice crying out and begging him to at least wake up for his friends. For his mother.

For you.

He won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

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When Jotaro came to, his head along with the rest of his body still weighed heavy against the plush of the sheets blanketing him and the pillows cushioning him from all sides.

There was also the dull, throbbing ache from where he got stabbed sometime earlier than now. Given it felt like a tight band hugged his waist, he had expected to wake up to where somebody already wrapped a bandage around the area. Some band-aids helped with the other nicks he had on him.

His clothes were a bit different too- his hat and gakuran were hung on a nearby rack and his favored faded green top was replaced with a temporary red sleeveless one. He smelled nicer too, smelling like a mix of soap and citrus. How nice of them to sponge bathe me too.

Then there was the shallow dip beside him. He lulled his head to the side and found you sitting by his bedside, asleep on your crossed arms with your face tilted to him. A couple of stray hairs had fallen on your eyes. What a bother... Jotaro slowly brought his hand up to gingerly brush the loose strands away and tuck them behind your ear.

In turn, you furrowed your brows from the touch and he immediately drew back, cheeks going warm realizing what he’d done. You stirred for a couple more seconds before you blinked your eyes open. Seeing him awake was enough for you to bolt upright with surprise.

You were asleep though. Your nightmares. “Were you okay?”

You scoffed as your eyes began to swell with unshed tears. “I’m supposed to ask you that, you jackass.” Jotaro tilted his head in confusion. Did he say those out loud? “You should know you had me panicking like crazy back there. What were you thinking letting yourself get stabbed for that long?”

The delinquent waved it off. “It was nothing. I’ve been hit worse before-”

“But that was the first time you collapsed and passed out!” You hissed back. Jotaro’s chest twisted in on itself as he watched you furiously wipe your eyes and sniffle. He remembered what you shared then that broke you into a sobbing mess.

Seeing you in tears was a bit more unbearable than he’d expected.

“Don’t cry.”

You clicked your tongue, pouting afterward. “You can’t say that when I’m still reeling from what had happened.”

“Like I said, it’s-” He shook his head. “Never mind. I’m fine now, alright? You patched me up and all.”

“Oh I didn’t do that,” you said. “Mr. Joestar was the one who did the bandaging. Avdol helped by calling a doctor to make sure nothing was infected.” For some reason, Jotaro was disappointed. Just a little bit. “Though the sponge bath was my idea so you’re welcome.”

“Also, they said that the blood loss was supposed to be severe since the cut was deep enough to puncture organs and a major blood vessel behind your guts, but you’re lucky that they found out most of the inner wounds were miraculously healed so all that was left was the superficial bleeding.”

He would have found that weird but he thought back to that moment of him on the brink of unconsciousness- Silent Sanctuary watching him, the music box’s soft chimes, the cooling sensation that swept throughout his body.

Jotaro had pieces he could put two-and-two together and it would make sense, but it was too sudden and out-of-nowhere at the same time. Guessing from your reaction, you hadn’t known the song played either so it couldn’t be that.

But he couldn’t be bothered to think too much when he still had a headache to deal with.

Knocking rapped on the door and in came Joseph holding a plastic bag filled with what he could assume were either snacks, medications, or contraband of some sort. “Hey, took you long enough to wake up sleeping beauty.”

Jotaro scowled, further fueling the old man’s glee. “That’s the spirit champ! Here,” he handed over the goods to you. “Avdol thought you guys might need some stuff while my grandson here recovers- Biscuits, juice, a pack of smokes?”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Thank you Mr. Joestar,” you said as you shuffled through its contents just to see.

“Oh, by the way, Polnareff said he’s really sorry for what happened,” Joseph said, rubbing his nape. “He didn’t like doing what he did and he’d beat that shithead to a pulp if he still could-”

“Yeah, I kinda went a bit too hard on him.”

“What happened?”

You sighed. “I lashed out at him for hurting you and told him to get lost, but now that I think about it again I feel really bad. It’s not his fault.” To that, Jotaro scoffed but couldn’t help but curl his lip at the same time at the thought of you getting protective over him. You turned to Joseph. “I’ll apologize to him in a bit.”

“Knowing that dumbass, I think you should apologize now,” Jotaro said, crossing his arms. “He’s probably kicking rocks and pulling his hair out from all the guilt.”

“Now? How about you?”

“Y/N,” he gave you a pointed stare and cocked brow.

“Well,” You got up, still conflicted. “If you say so. But I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

His eyes fell shut before he muttered a quick “Take your time.”

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You might as well label the Frenchman an overgrown kid by the time you said your apologies.

He was found pacing back and forth on the pavement outside the inn you were just in. You could’ve sworn he tensed when you approached him with open arms. For the most part, it was the adult who did most of the “sorry's" to your face even as you did your hardest to butt in and say that you should be the one to apologize.

It didn’t take long to get everyone back on good terms. Polnareff promised to buy you and Jotaro meals and left it at that.

It was evening on the way back and you crossed paths with the old Joestar and his friend lounging in the building’s lobby, discussing matters with a man of short build and suit. You didn’t know who the guest was but based on past interactions, you could make a knowledgeable guess that it was another undercover Speedwagon Foundation agent helping the team find DIO’s headquarters.

“Oh Y/N,” you stopped as Avdol spoke. “Has Polnareff found agreement with you? Or did you kick him off again for another day?”

“Come on don’t be like that,” you said. “We’re back to being buddies. He’s just choosing to walk around the city for a bit before midnight.”

“That’s good news,” he said with an approving smile. “Care to join us? Perhaps you have some intel on the headquarters’ whereabouts or at least any leads on who knows where it is?”

You shook your head. “I still have to check up on Jotaro. Maybe tomorrow when he’s feeling better.” You waved at them and went on your way. Behind you, you could pick up the duo’s conversation.

“But it’s just a stab wound. The kid’s alright.”

“Let them be Mr. Joestar. Nothing’s more comforting than being around a close friend.”

“But why wasn’t she like that around Kakyoin? He’s admitted to a hospital so you think she’d be more concerned for him.”

“It doesn’t exactly work like that.”

You left them to their gossips and continued down to the stairs leading to the 2nd floor. You kept going until you reached the delinquent’s room and just as you went for the handle, a faint thud could be heard from inside followed by someone gagging.

“Jotaro?!” Immediately, you twisted the knob and jerked the door open, rushing inside in fear something might have happened to your friend. The room was dark, the curtains drawn shut, and you found the bed empty and the bathroom door ajar, light spilling from inside. You threaded across the room and peeked through the crack.

Inside was the raven-haired teenager crouched beneath the sink, gripping the ceramic tight with one hand while the other lay on the bathroom tiles curled into a fist. “Fuck, stop it...”

Jotaro?

He didn’t hear you enter and just as you were about to call him again, he got up on shaking legs and raised his fist into the air. Then he swung it straight onto his wounded abdomen, causing him to gag and crumble back onto the floor.

“What are you doing?!” You swung the bathroom door open, surprising the delinquent from where he was crouched on the tile. “Are you crazy?!”

“Y-Y/N...”

“Come here.” You grabbed his wrist, pulled him up on his feet, and dragged him to his spot on the bed where you directed him to sit with his legs tucked under the sheets. “I shouldn’t have left you by yourself.” How long has been doing this since I was gone? Once settled, you switched on the bedside lamp and went to inspect his bandages.

“Stop worrying. I can ex-” You harshly sucked air through your teeth, glaring and hissing at him to shut up. And he did. You pulled his tank top up to his chest and assessed the injury with careful eyes. A large, dark red patch marked the bandages surrounding the wound but given its color, it was due to earlier bleeding instead of his current doing.

You sighed with relief and tugged his top back down. But you still had questions to ask. “Why did you do that? How long were you doing that?”

Jotaro didn’t reply His eyes looked elsewhere that weren’t in your direction, not wanting to respond. “Not answering? Do I have to be the most annoying person in the world to get through that stubborn head of yours?” You took your seat beside him, trying to get him to look at you. “Because I can. In fact, I can start now so don’t blame me if I begin-”

“I started overthinking.”

You paused. “What?”

“You heard me,” Jotaro said. “I got into my head too much I started overthinking.”

“That doesn’t give you the excuse to punch your wound to snap yourself out of it,” you took a deep breath before you could go off into another nagging session. “Besides, I know you overthink a lot. What makes this any different?”

“I nearly died back there,” he muttered as if he was almost ashamed it happened. “What could’ve happened if I did? How could I help protect the others? How would my mom react? I wouldn’t even get to make up for the awful shit I did and said to her and could’ve died a bad son. Would she even be alive in time to know?”

He exhaled a quivering breath. “But I lived, got to live another day, but it made me question myself even more- If couldn’t beat that thing, then how would I be able to beat the next that would come if they become more powerful and brutal than the last?”

You kept silent throughout his whole speech and watched him bear out the inner machinations of his mind, a crystal clear reminder of what both of you were- 2 teenagers on a death trip to stop an immortal vampire with his mother’s life put on a time limit.

‘What should we do?’ was what he first asked Mr. Joestar the moment he found his mom passed out on the floorboards. You can only imagine the burden he had to carry ever since that question; the notion that it was his obligation to save her, that no one should be more involved in this mission than him.

That he was responsible for her life more than anyone.

And you don’t know if this was him wanting to atone for all the surface-level mistreatment he’d done to her, or that it was simply out of the care and goodness of his heart.

Though it was a noble thought, it had its flaws and you made sure to bring those up to him. “Hey, look at me.” With reluctance, Jotaro did as asked. “You did what you could back then. You stood your ground against that cursed sword and found a way to defeat it even though it seemed impossible to do so.”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for not doing better. Both of us are just high schoolers with ghost companions that fight these obnoxious battles for us.” You chuckled. “Putting it that way makes it sound ridiculous. We should be doing homework but here we are.”

Jotaro huffed, amused at your ramblings. “Still, I should’ve been stronger.”

“We all should, to be honest,” you smiled at him with a shrug. “There are tougher enemies? Then we band together and beat them using our wits. Find loopholes. More strategic thinking and less punching. You get it?” He tilted his head to the side. “What I’m saying is that we came to Egypt as a team and it should stay like that.”

You placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You will save your mom, alright? She’ll be okay and we’ll help make sure that happens.”

Jotaro regarded you for a moment with a contemplative stone-faced gaze, and your heart swelled as he chuckled shortly after. “I guess you’re right.”

It was then you noticed the time on the clock. 10:30 PM. “Oh god, it’s getting late. How are you feeling? Do you need water? I heard you puking earlier.”

“I’m just tired and my head still feels like shit.”

“I guess I’ll take that as my cue to leave then,” you said as you made a move to get out of bed, only to be stopped by the delinquent’s hand darting forward to hold your wrist. You turned to him in confusion.

“Aren’t you sleeping here?”

“Mr. Joestar reserved this room for you. In fact, he booked all of us separate rooms.”

“Alone? How about your nightmares? Who’ll make sure you won’t make a wreck again?”

You smiled at the concern seeping out of the delinquent. “I’ll be fine. I told you I found a way to avoid that from happening.”

“Oh.”

It was silent for a minute, neither you nor him wanting to speak or move in the dimly lit room. You trailed your line of sight to the hand still holding you from standing. “Then... uhm... shit. I can’t believe I’m saying this.” Jotaro let your wrist go and hid his reddening face instead. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“But could you...” He mumbled the next words. “Sleepover?” You widened your eyes at the request and your cheeks flooded with warmth. “Who knows? I might end up punching myself again while you sleep.”

“Yah, don’t you dare.” You puffed your cheeks and with indignance, you tucked your feet back under the sheets and made yourself cozy on the fluffy pillows beside Jotaro’s. “You’re really trying to piss me off with these threats of yours.”

With audacity, the delinquent curled his lip upwards. “You’re still here though.”

“Well of course,” you pouted as you fidgeted with the sheets. “I realized I needed to pay back somehow for all those nights you watched over me. And now I got the chance to do so.”

Then there was silence from his part and this time, you wanted to bury yourself whole to spare you from the embarrassment of saying that to him. You turned your head to face him with a snarky quip in mind, but you caught yourself from saying it when you found him staring at you wistfully with hooded eyes, that subtle smirk now wiped off his face.

Flustered, you blurted a quiet “What?”

Jotaro sighed and shook his head as he switched the lamp off. “Nothing.”

Now engulfed in the darkness, you burrowed yourself further in the sheets as the delinquent did the same. You tried to shut your eyes and let what little drowsiness take over, but no matter how hard you tried doing so, you couldn’t fall asleep.

So with all your probable solutions thrown out the window, all that was left was turning to your side. Beside you, Jotaro still laid on his back to not cause any pressure on his injury, but his head was tilted to face you. Both of you were awake, and it dawned on you how chilly it had become late at night.

“Can I?” You whispered.

The delinquent nodded once without a moment’s hesitation. With his permission, you huddled closer to his side and curled up against him, head laying on his shoulder as you sighed at the combined warmth and smell of citrus permeating you. “You think Mr. Joestar’s gonna flip when he finds out he wasted cash on an empty room?”

“The old man won’t mind,” he mumbled. “He’s filthy rich to even notice.”

“How proud of him then...” You yawned as you nuzzled closer to him. “Do you also think... he won’t get... chatty with the others?”

“Hm?”

You slurred the last remaining words as you faded off into unconsciousness. “Because... I’m here with you.”

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As you muttered out your last words of the night, Jotaro huffed and tucked his chin on your head, gently pulling you closer to him.

“I’m here with you.”

His heart thumped at those string of words spoken for him. Jotaro flitted his gaze to you finding comfort in his hold.

His special someone.

Me too...

“Who gives a shit what he does or says,” Star appeared momentarily to draw the sheets over both of you. He shut his eyes and followed you into slumber. “Just sleep.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jotaro kujo #polaris au

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nogacheloveka-blog · 10 months ago

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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №8

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I enjoyed working with these round shadows, which emerged from Nightmer's and Killer's previous encounters. I sketched a few personal designs for the rest of the crew and will follow them. Now, I have a single document with the Bad Guys' colors (and wow, I didn't expect Dast to have so many personal colors, even though he shares clothing colors with Horror).

Error is still quite grumpy after losing his scarf. He has become more irritable than usual and often seeks solitude. However, when he does so, he spreads his threads throughout the location to keep the group together. There were an overwhelming number of hostile creatures on this level. In addition to the Hounds, the group encountered frightening faceless humans, quite friendly moths, and friendly Smilers, who peacefully followed the group.

Moths, it seems, were even mentioned in the notebook under the ominous name "Deathmoths" .

Deathmoths Male specimens are harmless, while female specimens are dangerous and aggressive. They nest on level 5. On other levels, their danger varies. One female requested gathering their wings. I'm not sure what she intended to do with them, but she was grateful. Suggestions: - Avoid contact and do not behave aggressively. Prohibitions: - Provoke Deathmoths and invade their nest. ---------- I like them. I lured one with Almond Water, but Killer, the jerk, immediately gathered EXP from it. I have theories that they react to monster magic, but I can't confirm it yet. HP: 10-50 (males), ? (females) EXP: 10 (males), ? (females) Items: none. They do not turn into dust. The pollen on their wings seems to be monster dust.

Faceless, despite their human appearance, did not deserve mention. However, in the notes, they mentioned Faceless Children, who caused slightly greater concern (Dast and Killer were definitely not eager to meet this specific subspecies).

The group also encountered a hungry Skin-Stealers. It is unlikely that their group would have been interested it for any reason (it seemed to be staring at Nightmer's filth, perhaps assuming it was human skin), except for scientific interest, to expand their knowledge.

Skin-Stealers It causes chills from its victims' remains. They tear their victims apart and strip their skin and eat it. Nothing else about humans interests them. They hunt us. And then they pretend to be us. It's better to keep your distance from anyone who speaks strangely. Suggestions: - Retreat slowly and calmly if you encounter it. - Check everyone you travel with for red blood. Prohibitions: - Believe in uncommunicative or people with nonsensical speech. - Provoke Skin-Stealers in its neutral form. --------------- I can't predict any reason for direct attack from them. But it's not difficult for us to make the first move. HP: 100-150 EXP: 22 Items: strange, that no one here turns into dust. After them, personal items remain. Perhaps they took them with the skin.

Everywhere on this level were pools of negative similar to Nightmer's. Killer even seemed to be tempted to touch or even lick it. Horror kept an eye on him to prevent any dangerous actions.

Level 3 was filled with grates and prison cells, extended cables, sockets, dangling wires, moving mechanisms, gears, and occasionally collapsible bridges in illogical places. It was like a prison on an electric station. However, there were also many useful items, such as radios on batteries and radio detectors, which the crew distributed among themselves. This was similar to what they found on level 2, but these finds were generally useful.

They encountered various types of generators. They found solar panels in rooms with garlands or other lighting, as well as strange futuristic noisy constructions. The noise accompanied them throughout their journey, but they surprisingly quickly got used to it.

In addition to pleasant finds, they encountered quite disturbing ones: remains of a fire, bedding, bloodstains, and human skulls. These were found very often, indicating that people were very numerous in this place. Will it continue like this and will they encounter more human traces with each level? Nightmer couldn't fully orient himself using his aura of emotions due to the flowing liquid negativity surrounding them. The only way they could detect the presence of others was through Error's threads, which he sent forward. Fortunately, they encountered only monsters. If, of course, people (some of them tried not to think about the child-demon with a knife) did not play with them.

Nightmer insisted on focusing on the exit from this place, not allowing frequent breaks. He was concerned about the impact of pure negativity on his team's aura. (He definitely noticed that Killer and Horror were much more calm in the face of negative influence for some reason). In addition, he definitely did not want to see with his own eyes HOW this corruption could affect the local people. Especially if they could sometimes be as reckless as Killer, trying to drink or eat something out of curiosity.

Something favored them, and behind one of the doors, they were greeted by panoramic windows and the familiar buzz of office lights, which seemed like silence after the roar of machinery. Level 4

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

#bad sanses #cross sans #dust sans #error sans #horror sans #killer sans #nightmare sans #the backrooms #au #undertale au #bad guys in backrooms #bad sans gang #art #underverse #undertale #level 3

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kwanisms · 2 years ago

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Kinkuary 06 Jongho — dry humping // corruption kink

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➥ bff!Jongho × bff!Reader summary: Y/N decides to take a break from studying when she learns her sweet and innocent best friend is still a virgin. wc: 2.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): virgin!Jongho, experienced reader, dry humping, Jongho is a whiny mess and his hands are everywhere, Jongho is very vocal, reader has a corruption kink, Jongho cums in his pants and reader cums in her pants, use of pet names (baby, good boy, etc), reader likes to praise Jongho and see him blush Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: SORRY. IM AN IDIOT AND DIDNT POST THIS CORRECTLY. IM SO SORRY. Thank you to sky for telling me so i could fix it. My bad. this was so much fun to write and I'm tempted to turn this into a mini series where the reader further corrupts her best friend turned boytoy turned boyfriend at the end of it all. Let me know what you all think about that. If there's a good response to this part, I'll do it. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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When the words left your best friend, you had to do a double take.

“You?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him over your textbook. Jongho looked up to meet your gaze, his cheeks reddening softly. “Don’t look at me like that,” he half whined, half hissed.

There were several shushes around you. After all, it was a library.

What was supposed to be a study session to prepare for your finals turned into a conversation with your best friend of 20 years about why you didn’t get any sleep the previous night.

“I refuse to believe my best friend is a virgin,” you hissed back, causing Jongho to look up at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, earning several more shushes.

You dropped your eyes to your textbook momentarily before glancing up quickly at Jongho who was now flipping through his notes.

You pulled out your phone and sent a text his way.

You: but really??? You’re a virgin?

You heard his phone vibrate in his pocket and glanced up as he pulled it out and glanced at the screen before looking up at you as you looked back down at your book.

Your phone screen lit up with a reply.

Baby Bear🧸: there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin!

Your fingers tapped across the screen quickly.

You: I never said there was. I’m just shocked you haven’t had sex yet Baby Bear🧸: why? You know how I am. I can barely talk to girls, let alone have sex with them. I’m not like you

‘I’m not like you.’ What was he trying to say? Was he… slut shaming you??

You: and what’s that supposed to mean? 🤨 Baby Bear🧸: you’re so… outgoing You: is that your code for slut?

You looked up upon hearing Jongho choke on his own air.

Baby Bear🧸: no! God no. I would never call you that. You’re just so much more confident. Sexually I mean. And you’re comfortable around practically anyone. Baby Bear🧸: i could never. I don’t trust anyone like that. Baby Bear🧸: well, except maybe you

Your eyes glanced up as Jongho continued to tap away on his screen, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Baby Bear🧸: i trust you more than anyone tbh You: then let me do it Baby Bear🧸: do what? You: let me be your first.

The sound that came out of Jongho upon receiving your text sounded like a cross between a gasp and a sputtering engine. He started coughing, covering his mouth with his fist as he looked up at you, meeting your gaze.

Trying to control his coughing, Jongho quickly gathered his things, with you one step behind as he exited the library. He was fast but not too fast that you couldn’t catch up to him.

You grabbed him by the arm. “Jongie,” you said, pulling him to a halt.

“Why would you say that?!” He hissed, looking around to make sure no one was around.

“Say what?” You asked, confusion masking your face.

“‘Let me be your first,’” Jongho hissed, his face screwing up in either embarrassment or disgust. You weren’t sure which it was.

“If the idea disgusts you that much,” you said softly, pulling the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. “Forget I said anything.”

You turned to walk away but Jongho’s grip on your arm stopped you. “It’s not that I think it’s disgusting,” he said softly. “It’s just… you’re my best friend, Y/N. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You turned to face him. “It’s really not. Friends do this kind of stuff all the time, Jong,” you replied. “We don’t have to if you really don’t want to.”

You turned to leave again. "It was just an idea. It's fine," you said, glancing over your shoulder at your best friend.

"No big deal."

No big deal was wrong.

The moment the suggestion left your mouth, it was all Jongho could think about for the rest of the day.

It wasn't that the thought of having sex with you was weird or gross or anything of the like. Jongho was actually intimidated by the idea.

You were much more open in your sexuality and your sexual prowess. He, on the other hand, was much less experienced. The furthest he'd ever gone was kissing and some light touches.

That's not to say he's completely pure. He's had his fantasies before and they may or may not have involved you in the past. He was a horny teenager at one point after all.

But while most of his classmates had given into their desires, Jongho found himself unable to do so. He was far too shy to approach any girl who wasn't you. Even when you set him up on group dates, which thankfully only happened twice, he just couldn't seem to get his words out or say the right things.

But with you? He could talk to you for hours. He felt comfortable around you. He trusted you and he cared about you and he knew you cared about him too.

Which is why he fished his phone out of his pocket mid lecture to send you a text, hoping this little plan of his might work.

Baby Bear🧸: we didn't finish studying You: did you want to meet back at the library after classes? Baby Bear🧸: nah. Just come over to my dorm. My roommate is out so we won't have any distractions You: okay. See you after class!

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You tried to focus on your worksheet but the way Jongho was glaring at you was making you lose focus.

"Stop glaring at me," you said with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not glaring."

When Jongho had texted you, asking you to come over to finish studying, you couldn't contain your excitement. Maybe it was because you were secretly hoping your best friend was inviting you over with ulterior motives or maybe it was because you'd had a crush on the guy since the end of middle school.

Jongho didn't seem to notice how things changed around him in the transition from middle to high school. By the end of middle school, while he focused more on his studies, you saw how girls started to act around him. They were noticing him more as he grew out of his awkward childhood and started maturing.

And of course, you noticed, too.

By the time you were in your final year of high school, your tiny crush had turned into full blown infatuation yet Jongho seemed none the wiser. He never seemed to notice your subtle attempts at flirting. Perhaps he was as clueless as he claimed to be.

"You are too and it's distracting," you answered, setting down your pencil and beginning to stretch.

Since Jongho had invited you over to his dorm to continue your study session after the library one had ended so abruptly, you were currently sitting at his desk while he sat on his bed.

His eyed followed your movements, watching the way your shirt lifted ever so slightly when you stretched your arms above your head, exposing a small flash of skin that had him imagining things, heat rising to his cheeks.

Jongho cleared his throat and returned his eyes to his workbook but couldn't focus. Not when you continued to stretch.

He watched as you stood up and twisted your body, stretching your back before bending over to touch the floor. Had he not been fantasizing about you all day, he might have ignored the way your ass was on display as you stretched, bent over.

Had he been a little more focused, he would have noticed the way you glanced back at him, a devilish little smirk spreading across your lips.

You stood upright slowly before turning around and crossing to his bed. Jongho watched as you plopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a sigh.

Jongho, who pretended to not have been staring at you ass moments ago gave you a quizzical look.

"I'm bored," you whined, making him scoff.

"Studying isn't supposed to be fun," he replied, scribbling away in his workbook.

You looked up at him, admiring the way the soft lighting from his lamp casted a golden glow over his tanned skin, his dark brown eyes moving slightly as he read the text on the papers before him, the way his lips moved subtly as he mouthed the words his eyes were reading, looking more kissable now than ever.

Jongho wasn't a fool, he knew you were now staring at him, probably expecting him to entertain you somehow.

His eyes widened as you sat up, grabbing his workbook and tossing it aside.

"Yah! I was reading something!" He pouted as you took his pencil and tossed that, too.

"Then let's do something fun," you said, eyes shining with excitement. Jongho rolled his eyes. "We're supposed to be studying, Y/N," he reminded you. "That's why I invited you over," he added.

"Then let's take a short break," you suggested.

Jongho glanced at his poor workbook, laying in a heap on the floor, his pencil abandoned near it.

"I guess a break couldn't hurt," he mumbled, wondering what you had in mind.

Your smile widened and in a flash, you had moved, straddling his lap as he tried not to fall backwards onto the bed.

"W-what are you-?!" Jongho started to protest, his cheeks turning red at your sudden boldness.

"Shh," you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I saw you earlier," you added quietly, fingers grazing his scalp as you combed through his dark brown hair.

"S-saw what?" Jongho stammered, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"When I was stretching," you answered. You leaned in closer, your face inches from his. "I saw the way you were watching me. You aren't subtle, you know," you continued, your hot breath fanning over him, sending heat rushing to his head and not the one with the brain.

"Is that why you invited me over?" you asked, moving your head to whisper in his ear. "You can tell me, Jong. I won't judge."

Your words had a profound effect on your best friend, sending a shiver down his spine. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

"If you wanted to watch me stretch," you whispered, nuzzling his jaw, tugging lightly on his hair to expose more of his neck to you.

"All you had to do was ask."

Jongho let out a sigh as your lips met the skin of his neck, leaving light kisses as you moved down to where his neck met his shoulder, pushing the collar of his sweatshirt aside to tease the skin.

Your lips trailed back up, stopping briefly to graze your teeth against the spot just under his ear. Jongho let out a whine and you pulled back to gaze into his eyes. "You make such pretty sounds," you whispered, leaning in until your lips were inches from his.

"S-stop it," he muttered. You cocked an eyebrow.

"You want me to stop?" you asked, resisting the urge when he vigorously shook his head no. "Then what do you want me to stop?"

"Stop teasing me." His voice was so soft, almost helpless and you couldn't stop the smirk that appeared. "Are you sure that's what you want?" you asked, shifting on his lap and unintentionally grinding against him. "Hng, fuck," you heard him groan.

You pulled back to look down at him in shock.

"Did you just say 'fuck'?" You asked, looking impressed.

"Just shut up and kiss me already," Jongho snapped, looking flustered and like he was going to come undone any second.

You sighed out a "finally," before crashing your lips against his. Grabbing his hands, you placed them on your hips before tangling your fingers back in his hair.

The kiss was rushed, messy, but most importantly it was Jongho.

You'd wanted to kiss him for years and now you were finally getting that chance. There was no way you were gonna fuck this up.

Pulling back, your heart skipped a beat when Jongho tried to follow your lips, pouting when he couldn't. "What did you stop for?" he asked in a whiny voice. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you said softly, fingers dragging through his hair.

Your best friend's eyes widened. "You've wanted to kiss…me?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Of course I have, you idiot," you laughed.

Jongho's brow furrowed. "So then why did you stop?" he asked again, almost as if he was challenging you.

You leaned back in, connecting your lips in a much slower, more intimate kiss, lips parting his slowly and your tongues meeting.

With your hands in his hair and his mouth preoccupied by yours, you tested the waters by rolling your hips, grinding against him slowly.

Jongho let out a moan, the sound muffled by your mouth. You felt his hands tighten around your waist, nails digging into the exposed skin under your cropped shirt.

"You've never done this, have you?" you asked after pulling away, resting your forehead against his. Jongho shook his head. "N-no," he mumbled. "N-never."

You continued to move, grinding against him, feeling him harden under your clothed heat. For once, you were grateful that women's clothing was so thin, allowing you to feel more.

"So innocent," you whispered, ducking your head to press wet kisses to his neck, trailing down the side, leaving little marks as you kissed, nipped and sucked at his skin.

"You're so good at this," Jongho whined, tilting his head to the side, silently begging for more.

He was fully hard under you now, hands gripping your ass as you grinded against his erection, earning desperate whimpers and moans from him.

"This is all so new for you, isn't it?" you asked, lips brushing against his ear. He nodded frantically, trying to guide your movements. You let out a soft chuckle, grinding harder against him.

"Are you gonna cum?" you whispered, enjoying the way he moaned under your touch. "Y-yes," he whined. "Gonna cum in your pants like a good boy?" Jongho let out a particularly low moan at that.

"You're getting so worked up and I've barely even touched you."

"Please," Jongho breathed, fingers digging into your skin, grabbing your ass tightly. "I need more."

You slowed your movements, pulling your hands from his hair to cup his face. "More? You need more?" you asked, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I guess I could give you more.'

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned over, pushing him back, his back hitting the mattress. You started to move, continuing your motions from before, rolling your hips and grinding against him again. "Oh shit," Jongho breathed.

"Does it feel good?" you asked, watching his face as it contorted in pleasure. "S-so good," he answered, tongue peeking out to lick his lips. "I wanna feel more," he added. "Wanna feel you."

You smirked, moving faster, letting out your own moans. "You haven't even cum and you already wanna be inside me?"

"Yeah," Jongho answered, his hands moving to squeeze your thighs. "Wanna feel all of you. I need it," he added, his hips bucking up to meet yours. "I need you."

You moaned again. It was so tempting to remove your pants and take his cock inside you but you didn't want to push him too far.

"Mmm, next time, baby, okay?" you cooed. Jongho whined, wanting to feel his cock inside you now.

"Please?" he whimpered. "Please baby. I need you. I need you so fucking bad." The way he spoke breathlessly made you want to give in, push your shorts and panties aside and sink down on him.

Be a good boy and cum for me first," you replied, grinding harder and faster against him. "Cum for me and I'll fuck you later. Only good boys deserve to get their cocks wet.

Your words had the intended effect on him and his pleas for you to fuck him turned into desperate whines as his orgasm approached.

"'M gonna cum," he moaned, eyes fluttering shut. "That's it baby," you purred, coaxing him into it. "Cum in these tight jeans for me."

Your best friend let out a whine, hands moving to your hips and guiding you over his erection as he came in his underwear. Your hips continued, chasing your own orgasm and helping him ride his out. You didn't last much longer, coming undone on top of him.

You both stayed still, panting heavily as you each tried to come down from your respective highs. Jongho moved one hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you down into a heated kiss.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" he asked, referring to what you just did when he finally found his voice.

"When you told me you were a virgin," you admitted, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. "But I've wanted you longer than that."

"Why didn't you say something?" he whined. "I've only been flirting with you since we were like 16," you replied, smiling as he pulled you in for another kiss. "You know I'm an idiot," he answered, lips against yours still. You pressed several short kisses to his lips.

"Yeah but you're my idiot now," you said, sitting back up, hands resting on his chest. Jongho looked up at you through half closed eyes. "I am?" he asked. "Yours, I mean."

You nodded, leaning over to kiss him again. "You are now." You felt him smile against your mouth. "Then that means you're mine, too?" he asked softly, to which you nodded, sitting back up to give him a mischievous grin.

"Yes, and now that you're mine, I can't wait to show you what you've been missing."

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