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[kkoct-ik]

i wonder if i should go back and edit my representation doc to make it a) foolproof and b) more up to date with how i like to talk about DID these days

[saltymarshmall0w]

beatdown buddies

(You always read fics where the pit is instantly calmed by Danny’s presence, but what if it didn’t?)

Now, you have to understand, that Jason was long past attacking strangers in a blind fury. The Bats? Sure, all the time--- but he was working on that.

This particular scrawny, possibly-homeless stranger hadn’t done anything more than simply exist in Jason’s proximity. If it was any other Crime Alley resident, Jason would be much more likely feel a surge of protectiveness.

This guy though– he was different.

Locking toxic-green eyes to toxic-green eyes made the pit in his skin violently react. Before he knew it, he was hitting the guy with everything he had, and the guy was hitting back.

The groceries Jason had left his apartment to get spilled all over the ground as the two rolled.

Pulled hair, split knuckles, and bruised bodies, the guy’s fist hit Jason’s jaw for the umpteenth time, cracking his head back and making him look at the gloomy sky.

They only used their fists. Jason could feel the familiar ghost of weapons hidden under the other guy’s hoodie, but neither pulled their hidden weapons.

Despite it all, Jason and the guy shared blood-tinged smiles. Blood boiled under his skin in an exciting trill. He was angry, and it was fantastic.

He’s pretty sure he just made a new best friend.

Someone hit Jason’s back with what could distinctly be identified as a broom. He vaguely heard the sound of yelling around him, but Jason’s only focus was getting his next hit in.

Eventually, they were stopped by a familiar shade of blue and black. Strong arms pulled him off the stranger and pinned his arms down, locking their arms over his chest to prevent Jason from getting free.

“You need to calm down!” Dickwing’s voice lectured in his ear. “You’re going to kill him!”

Surprisingly, Jason settled in Dick’s hold, fight and anger drained out of him in the space of a breath. The fire under his skin didn’t keep flaming and flaming and building it just– stopped.

“Oh, Please.” The stranger was grinning widely, despite the model of developing bruises and cuts across his face. A burly man who Jason vaguely recognized worked at the store they were standing right in front of was both holding up and holding back the guy. “We were just saying ‘Hi’.”

The guy made eye contact with Jason. Blue, no hints of green anywhere. The guy winked. “Danny.”

Frankly, Jason couldn’t quite explain his actions. He felt stupidly chastized by Nightwing’s patented older brother stare of disappointment. Apparently, the guy couldn’t explain his actions either, as he disappeared the instant no one’s eyes were on him.

-

Jason arrived an hour early to Wayne Sunday family dinner. He missed cooking alongside Alfred, and offered his help.

He let Dick wrap an arm around his shoulder for a few seconds as a welcome. He didn’t seethe at Bruce simply being there. He chose to sit between Tim and the Demon brat when it looked like new fratricide plans were being drawn up by the younger.

The pit didn’t scream under his skin to hurt. Little things didn’t set him off, making him have to leave early. He wasn’t tempted to throttle anyone for existing around him.

The pit was just… quiet. Peaceful even. Well, as peaceful as it could get in the Wayne household.

It was a massive improvement compared to six months ago— hell, compared to last month.

He shrugged off inquiries about his black eye, citing it would heal quickly anyway.

-

Jason should have known he wasn’t safe.

Sure, he was on a roof one could only grapple to, across the city from crime alley, and dressed up as Red Hood.

However, Danny always reappeared periodically like a well-timed extremely therapeutic punching bag.

One moment, Jason was looking down over the streets of Gotham the next, he was being flying-kicked by a lithe frame. Something instantly recognized Danny so, rather the putting a bullet in him, Jason picked himself back up into a crouch and lunged at Danny.

“Hood? Hood what’s going on?” Someone called in his ear— Oh, right he had connected comms with his family that night.

Danny stopped suddenly, straddling Jason’s stomach, one hand fisting his collar, the other posed to strike. He blinked. glowing green eyes turned blue. “You’re not like, busy doing vigilante stuff, are you?” He asked.

Every bruise and cut from their last fight was gone, his baby face appeared as though it had never been punched in his life, making him look all the more punchable.

“Nope.” Jason answered, driving an elbow into the kid’s stomach and in the same motion ripped the comm out of his ear to toss it to the side.

Minutes later Danny was pulled off him, and the fire under his skin died down.

He blinked back into his surroundings to find himself on a rooftop with half of Gotham’s vigilantes standing in a circle around him, an unease that he could only read because he was so familiar with them written in all of their body languages. Batman held Danny slightly behind himself, keeping a firm grasp on the guy so he couldn’t escape.

“You claimed the rage was getting better.” Bruce stated in the way that meant he was supposed to answer his unasked questions..

Jason waited for rage and indignance to rise up in him, but rather he just considered that Bruce saw glowing green eyes and a brutal beat down and made a logical leap.

“It has!” Jason argued anyway. He sniffed and ran a hand under his slightly bleeding nose. It didn’t sting enough to be broken. “I haven’t lost my cool in months.”

“That’s what he has me for!” Danny chimed happily. His nose was broken, but Danny didn’t seem to mind the twin streaks of blood running down his face. “We’re friends with Benefits. It’s always healthy to have a little dead-guy on dead-guy action. You guys should really fight with him more often, his ectoplasm is rank.”

[energ00n]

APPRENTICE AU MASTERPOST [read before you send in an ask]

[If your ask is mentioned in the Popular Questions section I will ignore it so please do me a favour]

If you're interested in the AU, let this be your guide. I suck at writing but I'll do my very best. Just a warning this is LONG and I'll probably update it as I go.

Read the AU from the beginning >> ✧

I. What is Apprentice AU?

Setting

Some basic knowledges

Apprentice AU takes place in a timeline where all the original Thirteen Primes are ALIVE. They're the rightful rulers of Cybertron and each takes charge of an aspect in their society (religion, military, economy, etc...) keeping everything running.

To be efficient with this, they take bots themselves deem exceptional under their wings and train those into worthy leaders for Cybertron. And potentially, a new Prime.

Fun fact: Only one bot has achieved Primacy through apprenticeship and it's Sentinel Prime.

2. Story

The AU mostly revolve around Orion Pax and D-16, specifically their growing relationship while being Apprentices of Prima Prime and Megatronous Prime, respectively. Orion is one curious cogless mech who loves to run around wanting to find answers to cybertron’s energon problem while D-16 only wants to keep up the hard work and potentially become commander of the High Guard one day

Some art and comic I've made of them:

First meeting - First greeting

Chatter - Pastime - Watchful eyes

Orion's upgrade (< context)

Lord High Protector

Fanwork

Fandub

Fanfic

An Apprentice’s (Unofficial) Guide to House Garments

To see only art, use the tag #apprentice_au

Ask tag for filter is #ask_ene

II. What entails being an Apprentice?

Role

A bot can only have 1 Prime as their mentor, thus wholeheartedly devote to that Prime's purpose. During the apprenticeship, the bot will learn all their Prime offers and graduate once they are ready to contribute to Cybertron.

Example:

Prima is in charge of the Religious aspect -> Orion learns of ritual and duties that help with the church

Megatronous is in charge of Cybertron's military -> D-16 is trained to be a warrior/soldier

2. Garment

Once becoming a Prime's apprentice, you are obligated to adorn their House's garment. Mostly consist of one primary colour of the Prime and an accent colour + accessories.

^^^ All designs shown thus far ^^^

*Regarding Nexus: Nexus' garment consist on a golden visor with a star on the right eye. The Visor can come in any frame!! Not just the one showed above

All the garments are considered extreme honour, a blessing that reminds the apprentices of their devotion to their Prime mentors

There's a little made up rule between the Apprentices that only your special somebot can touch your garment, consider how important it is. Like a forbidden peck on the lips if you will.

╔══ •- Popular Questions -• ══╗

"Where is Bee in the AU? Whose apprentice is he?"

He WILL APPREAR. Eventually.

STOP ASKING.

2. "Why are Orion and D-16 cogless?"

For some time now bots do not come online with transformation cogs due to the planet no longer being as potent. If not harvested as sparks, the bots will develop a frame and sprout from the ground only as cogless.

In this universe, all cogless will need to obtain a cold cog and have it be activated by a cogged bot. This activation can also be called “Imprinting”, the cogless will receive various unpredictable side effects if they use the T-cog, these effects can range from mental to physical (ex. Feeling passing sadness of the activator, frame looking similar to the activator, etc….). The Activator can even write a singular command code into the cog, effectively bound any bot that uses it so it’s highly recommended that the cogless bots only get a cogged bot they trust to imprint on their cogs.

For cogless apprentices, it is tradition that their Primes will be the ones imprinting on their cogs once they’re deemed ready.

3. "How are the Apprentices chosen?"

Vibes

4. "Are the High Guard still there?"

Yes. They're intact and is mainly under Megatronous Prime's command. Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave are D-16's personal trainers since Megatronous has expressed his hope that D will lead the High Guard someday.

Starscream isn't happy so he's a particular harsh trainer to D but he'll be a good guardian figure when D needs him to be. D has a nice friendship with Soundwave

5. "How is X in this AU?"

Look up the name in my blog, at this point I’ve probably answered whoever you’re thinking about before. (Bee, Ratchet, Drift, Arcee, KO, Smokescreen, Hot Rod, etc…)

I’m still quite new to Transformers so I would be very appreciative if you'd give me a pic, tell me a short description of the character and maybe suggestion on what trope they might play (anatagonist, mentor, etc...). Information is always welcome especially if the character is more obscured

Please don't ask me about other Primes aside from Prima, Megatronous, Sentinel and Zeta only when it's Sentinel related. Most of it I consider as spoilers. Once again tho, info and suggestions about them would be nice.

Alpha Trion would be fine too but there's nothing much to say about him.

6. "I don't have a question just want to say I like your art <3" "Remember to take care of yourself/take rest!"

Much as I appreciate the notion, I get these wayyyy too often and it's clogging up the inbox. I'd prefer it if you guys keep it in the comment and only send them in as asks if it gets too long

Also very weirdly but being reminded to take care of myself is kinda irksome to me, I rather not keep hearing it.

7. "Can we draw fanart/write fanfic/make our own OCs for the AU?"

Yeah! I’m glad my stupid AU can inspire you. Tho I do have a few boundaries:

Dpax/Megop and Prima/Megatronous are SOLID. Please don't ship them with anyone else. Strict one-sided from others is fine tho! (ex: Bee has a one-sided crush on Orion) Tho JazzOp is an exception

Bottom Orion and top D-16 only

Orion is Prima's only Apprentice

8. A few reasons why I might not have answered your ask:

- Someone already asked it and I’ve answered it before. Keyword search may help you look it up

- It’s spoilers

- It’s not a question or anything I can comment on

- I forgor. It’s not likely but it happens

Thank you all for reading!

[whimsyvixen]

So I may have written a little something 😗👉👈....

ℝ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕥 (short drabble)

Fic: Predator Killer of Killers

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Warlord Predator x Human Female Reader, Grendel King x Human Female Reader

Synopsis/Excerpt: You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, explicit content, dark themes, alien/human, teratophilia, size difference, ovulating, pheromones, choking.

A/N: I did very little to no research regarding the culture/mannerisms of yautja so I kinda just winged this one, you guys. I needed to get this idea out of my head, even if it was done poorly. It was haunting me for days! 😭 Enjoy! ✌️

As a human, you lacked the ability to smell any change in pheromones. This made it hard to distinguish moods and social cues amongst the yautja, a race of alien warriors that kidnapped you from earth and forced you into servitude weeks ago.

This developed sense of smell they possessed would soon be your damnation.

You were going about your duties when you spotted him. Flanked by his entourage of warriors, The Warlord Predator was a marvel to behold, his massive and scarred frame depicting a being with monstrous strength and power. You've seen him battle at the arena and witnessed his physical prowess amongst his clan. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. You moved out of the way, providing them a wide berth, sticking as close to the wall of the cave as you waited for them to pass. You swore you felt the ground tremble with each of the yautja's languid steps, the audible scrape of his jagged cape trailing behind him.

Unbeknownst to you, you had started ovulating that morning, your female pheromones running rampant in the air and causing the nearest males of the group to glance your way. You were not aware of the physiological changes in your body, so you were oblivious to their sudden interest.

Then the Warlord Predator caught a whiff of your scent and nearly snapped his neck to look back at you. His intense stare unnerved you, your body on edge as his eyes trailed over your feminine curves in a seemingly hungry manner. Thinking you must have done something wrong, you quickly lowered your head and tried to make yourself appear as small as possible.

Your heart kicked into overdrive the second he stepped towards you. Trying to calm your breathing was difficult, your eyes widening with terror when his sharpened feet came into view and you felt the heat emitting from his body. He was like a burning furnace, your body sweating from the close proximity of the menacing male. You could hear inquisitive clicks and low rumbles from him, his curiosity evident as he tilted his head to observe you carefully.

A sudden, musky scent attacked your senses. It was a scent unlike any other, earthy and... intoxicating. Before you could question it, you felt your mind turn heady as your senses grew lax with the powerful smell. It was like a drug, your mind losing any rational thought as the scent nearly suffocated you. No longer were you tense, waiting with baited breath if he would kill you. Instead, you lay back against the jagged wall and mewled when the male pressed himself eagerly against your smaller frame. Everything felt sensitive, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You nearly choked on your saliva when you felt the hardened bulge on his loincloth dig below your chest. Inhaling deeply, you let out a weak gasp at the deliciousness of his scent and felt your body react strongly in turn. The small nub between your legs pulsated so fiercely you had to clench your thighs together to alleviate the unbearable sensation.

"W-what are... you...doing to m-me..?" You breathed out the words. You shook your head to clear your mind, only to let out a groan when he forced a knee between your legs and had you straddle his thigh. It placed your naked vulva in direct contact with his reptilian-skin, your feminine juices soaking him in your scent and making him purr with satisfaction.

The yautja glances down at your half lidded eyes and panting mouth, eyeing the strings of saliva with rapt attention before grabbing you by the neck and lifting you close to his face. He was not gentle, nearly choking you to death and causing you to squirm in discomfort. You let out a pained whine, hoping to receive some mercy as he dangled you feet above the ground. His mandibles clicked with the movements of his growling mouth, his language undecipherable to your ears. In a chilling tone, the translator around your neck lit up with his response.

"What am I not going to do with you?"

[science-hoes]

Ho'oponopono

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: Filthy smut, angry sex, unprotected p in v sex, age gap (reader late 20s, Robby early 50s), jealousy, Robby doesn’t clock flirting, angst but then heavy fluff at the end, NOT proofread lol I’ll fix them as I go

Description: When a new intern is flirting with Robby, the reader blows up at him for entertaining it. To prove his love for her, he drags the reader to an on-call room.

Michael Robinavitch Masterlist

--

The words “I love you” hadn’t been exchanged between you and Robby. You were waiting for him to say it first, but there was no doubt in your mind that he did love you. You could see it in everything.

In the way he always failed to hold back a prideful smile when you commanded a trauma case.

In the way he caged you in his arms, tucking you deep into to his chest, after the death of a patient.

In the way he laughed when you danced with him in the kitchen while dinner cooked on the stove after a long shift.

In the way he always walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, guiding you with a large hand on the small of your back.

In the way he hit snooze on the first alarm of the morning, grumbling until it was silent again, then pulled you closer against his frame, nestling his face into the crook of your neck and kissing the soft skin.

In the way he worshipped your body and whispered your name as he fucked you every night, keeping as much of your body pressed against his at all times while he railed into you.

In the way he always looked at you like you personally hung the stars and painted the sunsets and planted every flower.

But when you watched Robby laugh at a joke the new intern had whispered a little too close to his ear, you couldn’t feel the ground beneath you. The foundation of your relationship had suddenly cracked.

The new interns started a couple of days ago, but you had been off until today. They were all kind, smart, and a little scared. But one of the interns had taken a particular liking to Robby. She was young and pretty. Her laugh sounded genuine and sweet. She was quick on her feet, and you didn’t miss the way she blushed when Robby complimented her for it after a trauma came in this morning.

It was close to 3pm, and you’d watched them interact several times. The intern clearly had a crush on your boyfriend that must have developed on her first day. Could you blame her? Robby was handsome, funny, and a very good teacher. Anyone with a praise kink would be on their knees for him, yourself included. And it’s not like she would know that he was your boyfriend. It’s not something that was announced as a part of intern orientation, nor was it professional to mark your territory by kissing him right in front of her to make a point.

But what really stung was the way Robby leaned into her when he laughed at her joke. That he was entertaining the flirting, even though he didn’t reciprocate it. He was flashing that boyish grin that he usually only reserved for you.

It made you sick. Physically sick. You felt nauseous and had half a mind to run to the bathroom before you puked your guts out in front of everyone. Just as you were about to check out your patient in Central Three, you saw it happen.

She touched his arm. Practically fondling his bicep. And Robby didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, didn’t make a single move to discourage the touch. In fact, he raised his hand to pat it, in more of a fatherly way than anything. But it didn’t matter.

It sent you into a spiral. You needed air, and you needed it before you threw up. Your skin had paled, and your mouth began to water, a final warning sign. You sprinted out to the ambulance bay, rushing past Robby and the intern, not giving them a single glance.

When the fresh air hit your face and the scent of antiseptic faded away, your nausea began to curb. You still leaned against the brick wall, stabilizing yourself, taking deep breaths. The whir of the automatic doors caught your attention, and you saw Robby hurry out, snapping his head in every direction until he saw you.

“Hey, kid. What’s goin’ on?” His voice was soft but laced with worry. “You okay?”

You closed your eyes and swallowed hard. Was it worth telling him the truth? All it would do was make the rest of your shift uncomfortable.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You answered, refusing to meet his gaze, focusing on not throwing up.

Robby closed in on you, practically trapping you against the wall when he grabbed your face in his massive hands, tilting until your eyes met his. “Need ya to talk to me, baby. You’re pale as a ghost, you’re shaking.”

You wished that his touch didn’t immediately alleviate some of your worries. But you refused to let yourself be so malleable for him, especially when he was entertaining affections from someone else.

“I just…needed some air.” You replied, drawing in another deep breath through your nose.

Robby nodded, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “You don’t have to tell me, but I wish you would. Helps me understand.” His offer was tempting, and you knew he meant it.

Just as you were about to confess your jealousy and petty hatred towards the intern, you saw writing on the dorsum of his hand. It was a bunch of numbers. It was a phone number. In a particularly cutesy handwriting that certainly wasn’t your boyfriend’s.

“What’s that?” Your voice was curious but dangerously cold.

Robby followed your eyesight to the back of his hand. “Oh, one of the new interns wrote her number on my hand. She mentioned a library in town that I hadn’t heard about, and she said to text her later to get the address. I wish she didn’t use Sharpie though because it’ll take forever to-“

“Why don’t you go fuck the new intern? Seems to be your thing.”

A freezing silence followed even in the heat of summer. Robby’s eyebrows shot to his hairline, blocked by wrinkles of surprise. He blinked dumbly for a few seconds.

“Excuse me?” His voice was slow and cautious.

You stepped to the side to get away from his proximity, away from his warmth. “Don’t play dumb with me, Robby. I watched you flirt with her all day.” Your words came out in hisses that would make a viper jealous.

Robby’s jaw slackened, and his eyebrows began to drop, furrowing with anger. “Who do you think you’re talking to, kid?” It was scarily authoritative. He had switched from boyfriend to attending in a mere second.

When he took a step forward, you took another step back to maintain the distance. “Sorry I can’t be the youngest in the room anymore. Guess that’s what gets you off.”

Before he could respond, the automatic doors slid open, and Dana ran through. “Robby, we need you in Trauma One!” She called out.

Robby leaned close to you, nostrils flared, a dangerous fire in his eyes. “We are not done with this.” He practically growled.

You cocked an eyebrow, unfazed by his threat. “Go take your little plaything with you. Just try not to cum in your pants when she touches your arm again.”

The muscles in his neck shifted, his entire face reddened from fury. It took every ounce of self control for him to walk away, following Dana back into the Pitt.

Once he was gone, you let out a deep breath that you didn’t realize had been trapped in your chest. You felt a little better. You got to release your anger, but that didn’t stop the pang of guilt that hit your gut when you thought about the words you chose. That you didn’t give Robby a chance to say anything. That you didn’t give yourselves the chance to handle it in a healthier manner.

—

You finished stitching up a patient’s arm in Central Three before heading out to the desk hub. Every now and then, you peered through the window to see Robby still working in Trauma One, covered in sweat, his gown stained with blood. It had been well over an hour since Dana had called for his help.

You cleaned up your suture kit, discarding the sharps into a red bin. “Okay, I’m gonna be back in a few minutes with some bandages to keep that wound covered, alright?”

The patient just smiled and nodded, content with your plan. When you stepped out of the room, a strong hand grabbed your bicep and started dragging you down the hallway. You quickly recognized the New Balance shoes, now covered in blood, and knew it was Robby.

“What are you doing?” You grumbled, low enough to keep attention away from the two of you.

Robby didn’t say anything. His hoodie was gone, leaving him only in his black scrubs. Sweat trickled down his face and neck, his hair disheveled from pulling off a sterile hat. He looked rough.

He kept pulling you behind him like you weighed nothing, stopping only when he shoved you into an on-call room, slamming the door behind him. Before you could say anything else, he caught your mouth with his, pushing you back until your head pressed against the door.

Robby wasted no time snatching your scrub bottoms down, shoving his long fingers down your panties, furiously circling your clit. A strangled cry left your lips and into his mouth.

“Hush.” He growled, a sharp breath blowing against your tongue from the single word.

He dragged his hand down to your folds, testing the wetness. Satisfied by the way you drenched his fingers, he reached for his zipper with his free hand. His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, and he gave himself a few pumps.

“You can say a lot of things to me, and I won’t get mad. But accuse me of entertaining someone other than you? Like a fucking slap in the face.” His voice was steady and harsh as he ran his tip against your pussy.

Without a warning, he sank deep into you with a swiftness, sparing no time for you to adjust to his length. Your breath hitched as his first thrust came soon after. His hands grasped your thighs, hoisting you up for a better angle. You moaned at the wonderful stretch and delicious pain. Anyone walking by would be able to guess with certainty what was happening behind the door.

“You’re the only one I’d risk my fucking job for like this. Reminding you that I only belong to you. Right next to our patients, right next to our coworkers. So you better keep that pretty mouth shut.”

His hips rocked against yours, thrusting deep, almost too deep. Your whimpers were muffled by his lips on yours again. When he could hear people walking by outside, he moved you to the bed, putting your knees on the mattress, and realigned himself with your pussy before returning to his blistering pace.

“Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again, you understand? Don’t you ever question my loyalty and my love for you.”

Your head was shoved into the mattress, resting on one side of your face, drool beginning to trickle out of your open mouth. “Love?” You breathed.

“Yes. Love. I love you. I fucking love you.” Robby grunted through each thrust, the smacks of his pelvis against your ass growing increasingly louder.

Tears pricked your eyes as you felt your orgasm building but also from his confession. “I-oh, God. I love you, Robby.” You babbled.

He bent down to press a kiss to your spine, never relenting from his speed. “Wanted to say it at a nice dinner, dress up for you, make it a pretty memory. But you needed to hear it now, yeah? Full of my cock in the fucking on-call room?” He grumbled.

You felt your abdomen tighten, heat pooling incredibly fast. “Michael, please.” You whimpered.

“Callin’ me Michael already, huh? You must be gettin’ pretty close.” He cooed, and you nodded pathetically. “Good, ‘cause you gotta go check on that patient in Central Three.”

He reached around to your clit, circling viciously again to coax your orgasm out. When you came, it broke you. Your back arched, pussy squeezing around his cock with each wave of bliss.

“Atta girl. I know you needed that. Mmmm, so good for me.” His deep voice praised you sweetly, losing a bit of its gruffness from earlier.

Your high began to come down, and Robby made a fist in your hair, pulling just a bit until your ass was flat against his hips.

“Now why don’t you keep rockin’ back against me so I can fill you up, yeah? So you can feel me running down your legs when you see that intern talking to me again and remember who I belong to. Not her. You.”

His voice made your pussy clench tightly around him. You wearily began shifting back, filling yourself with his length, slick with your cream. His grunts became louder, his grip in your hair tighter, and he held his free hand over his mouth to bite the back of his hand, where that fucking phone number was, to keep from whining.

“Fuckin’ hell. Oh, that’s right, pretty girl. Just like that.”

With a few more of your backwards thrusts, each one sealed with a lewd squelch from your juices, Robby came, and fuck, he came a lot. His cock twitched longer than usual, filling your walls with his thick cum. He didn’t move for a while, just enjoying the aftershocks of your orgasm around his cock, keeping you plugged with his release. He slowly slipped out, grunting explicitives as he did, and tucked himself back into his pants. He pulled your panties and scrub pants back up for you, planting sweet kisses on your shoulder and neck as he did. You flipped over onto your back, resting on your elbows, catching your breath.

“Feel better?” He asked, pulling you to your feet gently.

Your legs trembled as you tried to regain your footing, hands clutching his shoulders in the meantime. You shuddered as you felt his hot cum drip into your panties from the change in position. “Yeah.” You breathed.

Robby wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to him. “Good. ‘Cause I mean it. I love you, kid. With everything that I am.” His lips pulled into a smile with his promise.

You matched his smile and reached up to caress the side of his face, gently scratching his beard. “I love you, too. God, I love you so much, Robby.”

He pulled his lips into a thin line, his brow furrowing with a serious expression. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize that she was flirting with me and that it made you uncomfortable. I can see it now in hindsight, but I won’t entertain it further.” He said. “I don’t think I saw it because I genuinely wasn’t interested in anything besides education.”

You nodded in acceptance. “I’m sorry, too. For snapping at you like that. I was just angry and very insecure.” You confessed. “I didn’t even give you a chance to defend yourself.”

Robby brushed a strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Ho’oponopono, yeah?” He whispered.

You smiled and nodded, running your hand through his hair to smooth it down for public appearance.

“I love you.”

“Thank you.”

“I forgive you.”

“Please forgive me.”

You both recited the mantra, each statement sealed with a gentle kiss. You giggled and nuzzled your nose against his. “The four things that matter most. You taught me that on my first day.” You noted.

He nodded, rubbing your waist in soothing squeezes. “I’m glad you remembered.”

You shrugged and bumped your forehead against his playfully. “I have a good teacher.”

Robby patted the small of your back and tilted his head toward the door. “Come on, kid. We gotta get back out there.”

You lowered your forehead into his chest, inhaling his comforting scent that never failed to ground you. “Just a few more seconds.” You pleaded.

Robby couldn’t say no to that. He just tightened his embrace and rested his head on yours, swaying your bodies gently. “Y’know, I had something made for you. Was gonna give it to you when I took you out for that nice dinner.” He broke the silence.

You smiled slightly and hummed. “What is it?”

He began to lead you to the door, ready to lead you both back to the rest of the shift. “Check your locker when I’m doing shift-change with Jack tonight. Might find something there.” He said with a cheeky smile.

—

Just like Robby suggested, you found a present in your locker when you went to retrieve your backpack at the end of your shift. The box was small, not wrapped. Just a simple receptacle with a lid. You pulled away the top to inspect the contents of the box.

A key.

You gingerly twirled the metal in your fingers, inspecting the grooves. You didn’t have a photographic memory, but you recognized the unique pattern.

A key to Robby’s house.

You smiled and clutched the key in your hand, slinging your backpack over your shoulder before heading to the floor again. There you saw Jack and Robby going over the patient list for handoff. You sauntered over to the desk hub where they stood, leaning against the high counter. Once Robby met your gaze, he smiled and patted Jack on the shoulder, wishing him luck for the night.

When he approached, you couldn’t repress the silly smile on your face. “I got my gift.” You said simply.

Robby matched your smile and leaned against the counter. “You know what it’s for?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I think I know, but tell me anyway.” You hummed.

He looked down, almost bashfully, and nudged your foot with his. “It’s a key to my house. For you to stay whenever you want…for however long you want.”

You tapped his foot playfully in retaliation. “Is staying forever an option?”

Robby’s eyes met yours, a twinkle of hope in them. “Of course. It’s up to you, kid.”

“It’s always been my end goal.” You confirmed, taking a step closer to him.

Robby let you invade his space, and he placed a hand on your hip. “Then I might have something a little shinier coming your way in a few months. How’s that sound?” He asked with a charming wink.

You giggled and threw your arms around his neck. He chuckled and squeezed you tight, catching your lips for a very quick but very public kiss. One that every new intern could see from across the room. Including her.

“Sounds perfect.” You replied, kissing him one more time. “Ready to go home?”

Robby nodded, eyes crinkled at the corners from his grin. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

—

A/N: I hope y’all liked this! I’m a little out of the long fic-writing game. I’ve been so busy and only had motivation for blurbs. I’m hoping to get more fics out here soon!! Thanks for reading!!

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Damian is in college, and he’s continued being a vigilante, but people are starting to get a bit suspicious when he leaves during a rouge attack. He needs someone to be his alibi, and it has to be someone he can realistically be around alone for long periods of time.

Enter Danielle Jane Masters. She’s an archaeology major, and is currently looking for a place to live that’s not a dorm. Quiet enough to to slip by, but is also a presence that’s impossible to fully ignore. She’s also pretty and smart enough for their ‘relationship’ to not be a total shock

Damian offers his apartment in exchange for her to be his fake girlfriend.

~

Dani’s attending GU, and after her roommate infested her dorm with mutated cockroaches, she decides that she’s done with the dorm hall.

She can’t exactly find a place to stay with roommates willing to overlook her halfa oddities (doesn’t eat much/at all, eyes glow, etc) and she can’t afford rent on her own (and she would not be asking Vlad for money). Jazz and Danny have enough on their plate, with Danny taking his rightful throne and Jazz getting a PhD in Star City.

Dani also is keeping a low profile, partly due to the GIW and partly due to the bats, who might run her out of town before she finishes her degree.

So having a fake boyfriend to keep her cover as a normal college student is perfect. All she has to do is be a good fake girlfriend until she graduates and she can leave town.

Why Damian needs a fake girlfriend is none of her business, but she suspects hes involved in crime.

They mostly ignore each other, but over time they develop a small friendship and a ‘friends with benefits’ type of thing even though they’re already ‘dating’.

Shenanigans in no particular order:

- Damian notices Dani doesn’t eat much, and gets pretty concerned, especially after he realizes she also doesn’t sleep (halfa stuff)

- Dani gets the flu, and Damian goes full doctor mode. Turns out Dani not only hates being cared for, she’s also clingy when she’s sick

- Dani doesn’t come back one night, so Damian goes out to look for her and finds her as a sacrifice for a cult meant to bring ‘peace and harmony’ to the world. They take her blood and before they add it to the circle, all the power cuts out. Damian heads back to the apartment to find Dani waiting for him, saying she was ‘so worried’ (She was. She sensed he was near during the ritual and caused a city-wide blackout and slipped out invisibly and intangibly)

-the Waynes are entirely convinced that Dani and Damian are actually dating, and Damian goes: ‘these fucking idiots. I wonder how long we can fool them.’ Surprisingly, Danis up for the challenge, and Damian invites her to a gala, where they pretend to be the most in love couple then can be without making it obvious they’re faking. Has Dani always stared at him like this?

-Jon visits, and even he’s convinced. That’s when Damian realizes that he actually wants to date Dani

-Something happens to Dani’s room/bed (maybe it’s flooded, the frame snaps, etc) and suddenly it’s just one bed

-that same night, one of Damian’s sibling slip through Damian’s window bc they’re injured and just see Damian and Dani and it’s just really awkward, especially if one of them wakes up.

-if it’s Dani that wakes up, she just sees a shadow at the foot of the bed, realizes Damian’s sleeping right next to her, and she grabs the nearest lamp and throws it. The person crumples to the ground and Dani finally turns on the light to see a vigilante on the ground unconscious.

- if it’s Damian, he’s just really embarrassed while the vigilante thinks it’s cute. Damian ends up trying to get his sibling to leave while also trying to not wake up Dani, who eventually smothers him with a pillow trying to get him to shut up.

-it turns out they sleep way better when the others there, so they make excuses to stay

-Danny stops by for an hour and is promptly not fooled by their charade and accuses Damian of holding her hostage. Barbara or Tim decide to hack into his apartment’s security camera and catches the part of the conversation where Danny threatens Damian

-one of them gets partnered with a member of the opposite gender, and the other is wildly jealous about it

-one of them gets a stalker and they spot the stalker in public, and in order to ward them off, they start making out with the other. The stalker posts the photos on the internet

-a talk show wants to have an interview with them, and they play a game (“what’s their favorite color? “What’s their biggest pet peeve” etc). They answer every question correctly.

-they have a public pretend fight that gets a little too real

-Jason or Steph finds out and they help Damian plan an apology date

-someone insults Damian too Dani’s face and Dani snaps. There’s yelling, video recordings, and a whole bunch of shit and Dani doesn’t even realize Damian’s standing right behind her, approaching her to ask her out on that apology date.

-Dani gets invited out by some of her friends and they ditch her and Dani’s drunk, has no ride, and is feeling extremely uncomfortable, so she calls Damian, who drops whatever he’s doing to come get her

-Damian gets home late after a rough patrol and Dani fell asleep at the counter waiting for him because she was worried

-fake proposal. Even better if it’s not planned at all, and they’re just like “do you to marry me?” “Ok sure.” “👍”

Any more ideas? Not sure how it’ll end, so i want to see your suggestions

[kitty-pelosi]

Now that Donald Trump is president again we should remember that the point of the government’s propaganda isn’t always to convince you that it is true. The point is to pollute your information ecosystem to the degree that your cynicism makes you disengage entirely. To envelop yourself in your own person and isolate you from what actually helps you stay alive.

You cannot counter this with any kind of noble quest to guard/find the truth. All of your trusted media organizations will wither in this environment. Your cynicism isn’t cleverness, the structure of these information systems will just turn your suspicion into gullibility and naïveté. You are not immune. You will either fall into frame with the top-down messaging, or you will be severed from the top. Any pursuit of structural truth here will not connect you to what you need. This is not a choice on what information you consume, we are far beyond that point.

The thing to do here is engage with your community, get involved, and develop the relationships you need to have influence and to help others. You need to know your neighbors. You must identify the pillars of collective support in your area and get to know community leaders. Who runs a clothing drive in your area? Who is supporting and participating at the food bank? Who is engaged in community development initiatives? What organizations/institutions have a ground presence? You need to look at how to accrue and exercise power within your immediate city/neighborhood.

The government will find it easier to control 330 million individuals directly engaged with the top. It is harder for them to control 10 thousand community networks engaged with eachother. It is your unfortunate responsibility to construct oppositional structures in your area. Get to work, or die.

[amirasainz]

The Queen without her Heels

The Monaco sun glittered over the paddock, casting sharp rays on the bustling scene. Amid the chaos of engineers, media, and fans, one figure always stood out.

Yn.

Tiny but commanding. Graceful yet grounded. Fierce and brilliant. The 22-year-old team principal of McLaren had quickly made a name for herself in Formula 1 not only because of her tactical brilliance and charisma but also due to her signature look: impossibly high heels.

She walked the paddock like a queen, a click-clack rhythm announcing her presence before she even spoke. No matter the weather, the terrain, or the hour, Yn wore her stilettos like a second skin. Her petite frame, standing at 1.57m, was elevated—literally and figuratively—by her towering footwear. And the drivers? Every single one of them adored her.

Even their girlfriends were head over heels for her. They admired her, respected her, some even confessed they had a bit of a crush on her themselves.

"There she goes," Pierre murmured, watching Yn glide past the Alpine motorhome, the sun bouncing off her hair like a spotlight.

"How does she not fall?" joked Alex, who leaned casually against the wall with Lily.

Lily smirked. "Because she's not human. She's a queen."

But today... today the paddock would see something no one ever expected.

It started innocently enough. Yn was walking from the McLaren motorhome to the pit lane, Lando and Oscar flanking her like loyal bodyguards.

"Do you have the strategy briefing notes?" she asked Oscar, who handed them over without breaking stride.

"Do I ever disappoint you, boss?" he said with a wink.

"You did forget your helmet in Singapore," Lando teased.

Yn rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Children, please. Focus."

They were halfway down the paddock when it happened. A crack. A snap. A stumble.

One of her heels—a stunning red patent Louboutin—snapped clean off.

"Oh shit," Yn gasped, clutching onto Lando's arm.

Oscar immediately steadied her other side. "You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay! My heel just DIED," she cried dramatically.

The boys burst out laughing.

"It's not funny! These heels were limited edition!"

"You have twenty pairs in the motorhome," Lando snorted.

"That is not the point."

Eventually, her assistant arrived with a pair of sneakers.

"I feel... wrong," Yn whispered, staring down at her feet like they were foreign objects.

"You look cute," Oscar tried to reassure.

"I look like a baby duck," she muttered.

Lando grinned. "More like a drunk baby duck."

She smacked his arm. "Rude."

But it was true. Without the added height of her stilettos, her sense of balance was completely off. She kept stumbling, tripping over air, and walking like she'd just been born.

"I don't understand! How do people do this?" she cried as she shuffled toward the garage.

Oscar caught her for the third time. "Careful, boss."

"I was made for heels. This is unnatural."

"Think of it as... character development," Lando teased.

"Think of it as an HR complaint if you don't shut up," she fired back.

And so the day continued, with Oscar and Lando forming a protective triangle around Yn. Every step she took was monitored. Every wobble, every flail, every near-miss. It was like a royal guard detail.

When the two were finally pulled away for media duties, they were reluctant to leave.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Oscar asked.

"Yeah," Yn lied.

Lando bent slightly to her eye level. "If anything happens, call us."

"I will not perish without you, children. Now go."

Famous last words.

As Yn tried to walk up the shallow steps outside the Ferrari motorhome, her foot caught on... nothing. She flailed, her arms windmilling wildly. And then—

"Woah! Got you!"

Lewis's arms wrapped around her from behind just as she lost her balance.

"Careful, darling," he said gently, guiding her upright.

But the stumble had momentum. Before she could stabilize, she went down again.

"Yn!" Charles's voice rang out as he sprinted forward and caught her mid-fall, sweeping her into his arms like a princess.

"I am so embarrassed," she groaned, clutching her forehead.

Charles just smiled down at her. "You fall like a queen, at least."

"This is a disaster."

Lewis crouched beside them, brushing hair from her face. "You okay?"

"My knees hurt. My pride is gone. My life is in shambles."

Charles laughed, carrying her toward the Ferrari lounge. "We’ll fix your knees. Pride... we’ll leave that for tomorrow."

Inside, they laid her on a plush sofa. Charles retrieved a first-aid kit while Lewis knelt beside her.

"Let me see," he said gently, lifting her leg slightly.

"Be gentle. I’m fragile."

Lewis chuckled. "You’re the least fragile person I know."

Charles returned with ice and knelt opposite Lewis. Together, they pressed cold compresses to her knees, murmuring reassurances.

"This is the most pampered I’ve ever been," Yn mumbled.

"Good. You deserve it," Charles said, not looking up.

"I feel like a princess."

"You are one," Lewis replied softly, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

When the door opened again, chaos followed.

"What happened?!" Lando burst in, followed closely by Oscar, Max, George, and even Pierre.

"She tripped," Charles said simply, still holding the ice in place.

"Where were you two?!" Max pointed at Oscar and Lando.

"Media duties! We were gone for fifteen minutes!"

"And in those fifteen minutes, she almost died," George said dramatically.

"I’m literally right here," Yn said, waving a hand.

Lando was by her side instantly, taking over Charles's place. "I leave you for one second..."

Oscar sat by her head, brushing her hair back. "You okay, boss?"

"Just a little bruised."

"Her knees are scraped," Lewis informed the group.

"She can’t walk without heels," Charles added.

"It’s like watching Bambi on ice," Pierre said, earning a round of laughter.

Yn groaned. "Y’all are rude."

Max folded his arms. "I’m mad we weren’t there."

"Yeah," George agreed. "Why do they get to be the heroes?"

Charles smirked. "Because we were at the right place at the right time."

Lewis nodded solemnly. "And we answered the call."

Oscar scoffed. "Please. I carried her water bottle once when she had a paper cut. I deserve some credit."

Lando lifted Yn’s hand. "She held onto me when her heel broke. That was true intimacy."

"Boys," Yn interrupted. "Stop fighting. You’re all my knights."

Pierre leaned in. "But who’s your favorite knight?"

"Nice try."

The next day, she returned to her stilettos, walking with newfound pride and purpose.

"You look taller," Charles noted.

"I feel invincible," she said with a wink.

Lando sighed dreamily. "The queen has returned."

Oscar nodded. "Long live the queen."

And so she reigned once more—high above the chaos, balanced and brilliant, with a paddock full of loyal, slightly lovesick knights at her heels.

My requests are open!🧡

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[ozzgin]

Yandere! Sea Monster x Reader

In the spirit of Mermay, I come to you with a slightly different approach: an octopus hybrid, dwelling in the dark depths of ancient waters. :) Hopefully close enough to the sea monster you imagined, @wally0117

Content: gender neutral reader, male yandere, monster romance, reader likes sharks (a lot); inspired by The Shape of Water and My Octopus Teacher; photo from Whalebone Magazine

He’s always been aware of humans, naturally. Observed them from the beginnings of time, from the very first rudimentary attempt of a boat that crossed his waters. Though he can only guess how these creatures exist, how they breathe, how they move. What arrives in his depths is always a corpse of some sort. Bloated, decaying carcasses, rarely intact, whether chipped by fish or by time. Everything else is left to his imagination.

Until today. The fish are restless, the currents are stronger. Something must be happening above, stringing him along curiously. His many legs sway in tandem, opening and closing, as he investigates the source of interest. His pale white eyes narrow to a mere squint, unused to the light of the surface levels. At last, he finds it: a human.

Yet this one is unusual. Intact - save for the bleeding wound - and unlike the washed-out, cadaveric blue tint he’s normally accustomed to. He notices a twitch of the limb and it dawns on him: this one is still alive.

You wake up with a violent cough, thrusting out the leftover liquid that had invaded your lungs earlier. You clearly remember drowning, so how did you end up on shore again? The answer reveals itself rather quickly: a monstrous creature, albeit humanoid for the most part. The upper half resembles a man, but the torso ends in thick, enormous tentacles, now flopped onto the sand, surrounding your body. You search for the creature’s face, framed by translucent tendrils that seem to replace what you’d expect as hair.

“Thank you”. He scans your features and remains silent. Does he even understand human speech? After a moment of consideration, he looks ahead, surveying the water, then returns to you, giving you a nudge. He most likely wants to know how you ended up in that situation to begin with. “That’s, well…”

Conveniently enough, the monster has brought you back to your little camp, so you reach for your backpack and pull out a book. Of course, no words can ever replace the image itself. With renewed enthusiasm, you open your encyclopedia and turn it towards the man, showing him a photo of a sand tiger shark, tapping on it excitedly. “I was looking for sharks!”

Ever since the bizarre, life-saving encounter, you’ve been returning to the same spot most days. And without exception, the monster will be waiting for you in one of the neighboring caves. Judging by the pellucid, pale skin and his reluctance to be in the light, you guessed early on that he might be a creature of the depths.

One that has been around for a long time, it seems. Once he understood your interest in sharks and other aquatic animals, he developed a liking to play guide for you, silently touring you through forests of kelp, hidden caves, labyrinths of reefs and hills. He knows where the animals linger, and they don't scurry away when you approach. You've never dreamed of being so close to them, staring into their eyes and tracing their fins as they swim past you, unbothered and relaxed. The monster will gaze at you from a distance, amused by your passion.

On ground, you’ve begun your own little experiment: can the octopus creature learn sign language? You didn’t need long to discover how intelligent he is, mimicking your gestures with flawless ease, instantly memorizing the meanings, the connections, the implications. He seems to be terribly delighted by this newfound tool of communication, often asking you questions with earnest curiosity.

Ah, yes, the questions. It makes sense that he’d want to know more about humans, though his interrogations are rather…particular. Specific. It’s less about humans as a whole, and more about you. How long have you been swimming here? How deep can you actually swim, with or without aid? Might you have a family waiting for you back home? A mate, perchance? No? Interesting.

"My vacation will end soon", you sign with pursed lips. He tilts his head. "Leaving?" his webbed hands gesture, somewhat uneasy. You nod. You can discern a glint of melancholy in his eyes. Eventually, he resumes: "Would you like to see my home?" Your eyebrows raise in surprise. His home? Down there? Was such a thing even achievable for a human like you?

The plump suckers attach themselves to your skin, one resting over your mouth. "Do you trust me?" You cast one final glance over the underwater abyss, a black hole trapping all light and matter. You shake your head in approval. Without hesitation, he plunges over the cliff, pulling you after him and into the yawning void of darkness. His form glows eerily, and his movement is swift and elegant. You can tell this is his land, his territory. You would've been dead a long time ago.

He releases you on the wet stone, inside the air pocket of a cave. You need a few moments to overcome the wave of claustrophobia pressing against your lungs. As you catch your breath, you recall your long path from the surface. It would be impossible to make it back out again without your friend. A cold shiver runs across your spine. "Have a break, and I'll show you everything else afterwards", he gestures with a smile. "How long will it take? I don't want to walk back at night", you explain.

Silence. You stare into his empty orbs, awaiting a reaction. There's not a sound, not a gust of wind, not a shred of light. "You're not going back", he finally answers.

You see, he's done a fair amount of research himself. He doesn't need an encyclopedia to figure you out: how you breathe, how you move, how you exist. In fact, he is rather confident in his ways of helping you adapt to a life spent together. He would've never brought you down here if he wasn't certain of your survival. His grin widens in anticipation, a strange warmth enveloping his innards at the mere thought of it: a future with you in it, right here. However, one question remains, a cheeky, perverted detail that has been on his mind from the moment he met you, yet he could never investigate it properly.

How do humans mate?

[suiana]

#rivalstoUNWILLINGlovers

(i keep seeing this game of throne short on youtube,whhhatt crazy man? no way, i hate my stupid chungus life, crazy+possessive man kills people for you, reader is unfazed, he gets blood on your WHITE CARPET??? gn reader)

you don't think your rival clan member realises that he's not supposed to pursue you romatically. or maybe he does and he's just ignoring it because tell me why you have new crazy lore?

he breaks in one day, a cocky smirk on his face as he asks to be by your side just like always. you refuse. that's fine, plenty of time to convince you otherwise. especially with this... new development.

plop.

the heads of all 5 of his leaders lie on the ground as he maintains eye contact with you. silent, a challenge.

"my beloved, i come bearing gifts."

there's that cocky grin, only this time there's blood all over him. you're disgusted, not because he just threw several heads on the floor, but because he's getting your carpet all dirty. does he know how hard it is to get blood out of this?

"get out of here."

"no."

instead of listening to you like he should've, your stupid fucking rival decides to wear his shoes into your room. he steps all over your carpet, blood sinking deep into your freshly cleaned floor. your heart beats erratically, throat running dry.

no...

your carpet...

your clean fucking carpet...

"dude, get those fucking heads out of here and leave. i don't need my-"

he cuts you off before you can speak anymore. his large frame imposing and blocking out the light from your view. your rival now stands before your sitting figure, smile cocky. his bloodstained shirt clings to his muscular frame, buttons holding onto dear life. damn those pecs are huge. you gulp, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

you could technically just reach out and grab them...

"i see you're looking at my second set of eyes."

crap.

you slowly tear your gaze away from those glorious pair of muscles, gaze connecting with his. they're all deep and dark, threatening to drown you in them. it's suffocating. every thing about him is suffocating if you're being honest.

and you hate that those eyes of his noticed your wandering eyes.

"don't worry, i like it when you're admiring me." he pauses, rubbing his chin. "makes me feel... special."

a shudder runs down your spine. okay, note to self, don't look at him anymore.

"aw come on, don't be shy now."

he lets out a hearty laugh, the tips of his ears turning a faint red. gosh you're adorable, he can practically see your thoughts written on your face as clear as day. how he wants to just... eat you up.

"after all, i didn't go through all that just for you to avoid looking at me."

your body freezes in place as he drags a bloody thumb across your lips. how could you forget that he just killed his clan's leaders for you? wait, was it for you?

"what is it"

as if reading your mind, your big tittied man leans in close, eyes wide and lips pulled into a teasing smirk. he lets out another deep chuckle, head shaking before his bloody hand finally leaves your face. damn, and now he's dirtied your face too.

"of course i did it for you, sweetheart. who else would i go to such lengths for? this is treason, baby. i'm a traitor now."

you frown at him. no fucking way. did he seriously just kill the clan elders and leaders all for you? he literally just did treason, betraying his clan! in the name of what? love? like what he always claims he has for you? no way, you don't buy it.

"just... get out."

"no."

a soft sigh escapes his throat as he ignores the glare you send him. he runs a bloody hand down his white shirt, so soaked in blood that it's basically translucent. no no no... don't look don't look don't look-

"i just killed 5 old men who told me i couldn't be with you," your rival mumbles, feigning hurt. "that has to count for something."

you want to say something. you do. but he only goes off into one of his other dramatic monologues again.

"they said i couldn't date someone from our biggest rival clan! said that it would tarnish the reputation!"

"so... you decided to kill them."

"well obviously."

he grins at you, gesturing to his... extravagant displays of love behind him. the heads continue bleeding onto your white carpet, a disgusting reminder of his infatuation for you. even if he likes you, he shouldn't have done that. there are hierachies for a reason!

and the blood is really starting to get on your nerves.

"the blood."

your rival finally seems to notice, backing up with a sheepish grin. he holds his hands up in surrender, acting like he didn't just cause an uproar in your community.

"oops, my bad. should i clean it up?"

well duh.

"hm... blood's a pain to wash away though..."

"you think?"

you hiss at him, arms crossed under your chest. wow now he's finally thinking of a way to clean up the blood stains. what a gentleman.

"i should just burn it then!"

"what?!"

he pulls out a lighter, a lovesick expression on his face. hold the fuck up! is he seriously trying to kill you both?! oh my fucking god what is this idiot doing?!

"ah... to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die..."

"no no no! don't- NOT NOW!"

[myfictionaldreams]

Omg I can’t believe you’re back!!!! I missed you so much❤️❤️❤️

I have an idea for a fic. I’ve been going through it in the past few days with an ear infection from a sinus infection. I was thinking of a mafia stucky story where reader got sick and developed an ear infection, and when reader is on meds they get off balance due to the fluid imbalance in their ears, and the way they ground themself is through tlc from the boys (there can be some smut or cockwarming 🤭🤭)

⁀➷ Anchor Me // Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: When an unexpected wave of illness leaves you shaky and off balance, comfort comes in the form of tender care, warm hands, and the two men who would do anything to keep you safe.

Requested by: Thank you lovely anon for the request! Love a sick!fic. Also I hope you're doing better my love <3 Thanks for sticking around whilst I was off for so long lmao

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, sick!fic, ear infection/sinus infection, hurt/comfort, cockwarming, creampie, begging, light dom/sub, aftercare

Words: 2.9k

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The office was quiet and calm. Maybe a little too quiet for a Wednesday afternoon. Outside, the late-afternoon sun made its last attempt at warmth as it beamed across the plush rugs underfoot.

You’d barely noticed the beauty of it, though. Your head was pounding too hard, caught in a dull, buzzing pressure that throbbed behind your eyes and deep in your ears.

You sniffled softly and blinked hard against the light, wishing that you’d been able to find your sunglasses sooner. Your ears were stuffed full of static, like a radio just slightly off its frequency and every step you took echoed wrong into your skull. But you were just fine.

Dodger, your loyal Rottweiler, passed beside you with slow, patient steps, his head brushing your thigh now and then as if checking in, or attempting to keep you upright. You reached down and let your fingers drag over the soft ridge between his silky ears.

“I’m okay, Dodger,” you reassure, “it’s just the meds. It’s nothing.”

Dodger responded with a huff, almost like he was in disbelief.

The hallways ahead blurred for a second, the lines of the walls and ceiling smearing together. You blinked hard again, hoping it was just something in your eye. No, you weren’t going to fall apart over a stupid infection. Not when Steve and Bucky were buried in a volatile meeting downstairs. Not when you’d promised Sam your bodyguard that you’d get something to eat. You just had to make it to the kitchen, get some soup and sit down.

Simple. Right?

But your legs were jelly. The right one, especially, had gone weird and floaty, like it didn’t belong to you. The further you went, the more the floor seemed to rise and tilt up under your feet at strange angles. Your vision blurred yet again, worse this time, and your gingers reached blindly for the wall–

Too late.

The dizziness surged quickly and suddenly, as if an earthquake were shaking the ground beneath your feet. Your stomach lurched. The hallway rolled. Nd then the weight of your body tilted beyond your control. You gasped out loud, knees buckling.

“Sam–!” you called, voice already fading in strength as your shoulder smacked against the wall, causing the picture frames to shake and crumbling to the floor in a pathetic heap, landing painfully on your hip with a wince.

Everything was wrong. The pressure in your ears was unbearable now, muffling your senses and throwing off your balance so badly you shouldn’t be able to tell up from down. A whimper slipped past your lips as you pressed your hand to the side of your head, trying to force the spinning to stop.

 Dodger barked frantically and immediately nosed under your arm, licking your cheek like he could wake you up.

“S-Sam,” you whimper again, trying to push yourself up, but your body is not cooperating. Slumping again, helpless and humiliated, tears stinging your eyes even though you didn’t mean to cry. You hated this. Hated feeling this weak.

But also knowing that Steve and Bucky weren't even on the same floor as you, meaning you wouldn’t be immediately wrapped in their arms.

But then, thudding footsteps. Fast and heavy.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, Boss lady, can you hear me? Are you ok?”

Sam’s voice, deep and commanding, was missing any sort of usual comedy. Instantly, you were grounded. Your eyes opened wearily, blinking up as he crouched beside you, his hand cupping your cheek as Doddger let out another worried little chuff.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Okay, talk to me, what’s wrong? Did you hit your head? This is the last time I ever let you get a coffee by yourself, I swear to god.”

“I just got super dizzy,” you choked, cheeks burning with shame as you tried to sit up further and fail miserably. “I thought I was fine, I swear I–.”

“You’re not fine,” Sam said firmly, gently brushing sweat-damp hair from your forehead. “You’re burning up. Damn it, you shouldn’t said something when we came here, I knew there was something wrong. You haven't been yourself all day; I should have just taken you home. Right, we’re going to take it steady, ok? Come on, I’ve got you.”

“I didn’t want to bother anyone,” you admit, eyes fluttering shut as you lean heavily into Sam’s hold as he tries to stand your swaying, aching body upright.

Sam huffs, his arms tightening reassuringly. “You think we’d all call this a bother? Sweetheart, you’re always a priority.”

You barely registered the vibration of his phone as he typed out a message with one hand whilst cradling your shoulders with the other. You didn’t hear what he said next, but you felt the tension.

Steve’s voice came first, firm, questioning, but more concerned than angry, “Sam?”

“She’s okay,” Sam answered quickly, but his tone held a gentle seriousness. “Just dizzy, it came on fast.”

Then they were in front of you, hands replacing Sam and trapping you in a firm, steadying warmth. “What’s going on, baby girl? I thought you said you were feeling better?” Steve asked while cupping your jaw.

You cracked one eye open. His face was a mix of warmth and worry. Soft, blind hair falling over his forehead, navy tie loosened from the day’s meetings. 

“Feels like my head's trying to explode,” you admitted, leaning into his touch as Bucky’s cool metal fingers rested against your forehead, a welcome chill. 

“Oh, honey,” Bucky chided with a kiss to the back of your head. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”

You tried to shrug, but even that made you dizzy, and you leaned completely against them. “Didn’t think it was this bad.”

Steve rubs a hand down your side, voice full of that calm, sturdy affection that always made you feel small and safe. “Next time, just call. We don’t care if it’s a sniffle or a stubbed toe.”

“Don’t say that,” you mumble with a slow smile, eyes closing. “You’ll regret it. I’ll call you over a papercut.”

“You already have, remember?” Bucky reminds you, “and we showed up, didn’t we?”

You nodded, letting your head fall against his shoulder, utterly worn out.

Sam stood to the side, stroking Dodger’s back. “She needs to lie down properly. She’s roasting. Either of you want to be the hero and carry her out of here before she melts onto the floor?”

Bucky scoops you up before Steve can even speak. “Already got her.”

You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, cheek tucked just under his jaw. Steve reaches out to brush your hair away from your face, thumb gliding down your cheekbone.

“Let’s get you home. PJs, couch, warm blanket, Dodger on your feet and us on either side. Deal?”

“Only if I get cuddles”, you say sleepily, trying to ignore the continued waves of nausea. 

“Non-negotiable,” Bucky responded.

Knowing you were going home to your safe space, with the men you loved, before long, you’re asleep in Bucky’s strong arms.

Your home was tentatively quiet when you woke up again, tucked under layers of buttery soft blankets. It smelled like home, with a mix of leather and cedar. Steve’s cologne. Lucky’s shampoo. The faint whiff of the chamomile tea someone had left on the nightstand.

You stirred a little, groggy but no longer dizzy. Your body still felt heavy, head clouded, but the pressure in your ear had dulled. The meds were kicking in.

You barely had to move before Bucky appeared, like he’d been watching for the slightest sign of life.

“There she is,” he says with a hushed voice. His metal hand smoothing over your cheek. “How are you feeling, doll?”

“Mm, better. A little out of it. Did I sleep long?”

“A few hours. You needed it.” His thumb brushes under your eye. “Steve’s making soup, you know his mom’s recipe?”

“Mmm, I can’t wait.”

A moment later, the door creaked open, and Steve padded in, barefoot, shirt sleeves rolled up, a steaming mug of broth in one hand and meds in the other. “There’s my girl,” he grins as you reach across the bed for him. “Think you can sit up and take these for me?”

Nodding slowly and with Bucky’s help, you ease upright, his body bracketing your side like a warm shadow. Steve set the tray down, handed you the glass of water first, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Ear still hurting?” he asked gently, crouching beside the bed so he could be level with you.

You nod again. “Still feels weird. Like there’s water in it.”

“That’s the fluid's buildup, Doll,” Bucky explains, his voice close to your temple. “The antibiotics will clear it up. Until then, you’ve got us.”

Steve fed you a spoonful of the warm broth, careful not to spill a drop. You leaned into Bucky’s touch, his hand stroking your thigh under the blankets, grounding you.

“Can I just stay here forever?” you say after your fifth spoonful, drowsy and warm and utterly loved.

“Forever and then some,” Steve promised.

Bbucky leans in, his lips brushing your jaw. “Want us to rub your back? Run you a bath?”

You blink up at them, your two giant boyfriends, both hovering like you might break if they breathed too hard, and your heart swells with love.  But under it, something else was growing.  A low, needy ache deep in your belly.  The kind of want that came not from heat or lust, but from craving. From knowing who you belonged to and when they cared for you like him, you just wanted to be as close as possible.

You shifted, turning in Bucky’s arms, your fingers toying with the collar of Steve’s shirt where he leaned against the bed.

“Can I…”, your voice was small and unsure. “Can I just be… full?”

Their eyes darkened in tandem, but not with hunger, with understanding.

“Yeah, Sweetheart,” Bucky encouraged. “You want to cockwarm?”

You nod, already pressing your cheek to his chest. “I’m not up for more, but I just want to feel you both.”

Steve leans in, kissing your forehead. “You don’t have to ask twice, but if it gets too much, please let us know.”

Between the two of them, they undressed you with careful fingers, gentle touches, little verbal praises, hands skimming warm skin and sore limbs. They shed their clothes only halfway, enough for what you needed, enough to wrap you up in head and safety and them.

You ended up straddling Steve, soft thighs splayed over his lap, your chest against his as Bucky kneeled behind you. They were slow, careful. Steve guided himself into you with a low groan, holding still as you sank onto him, every inch sending sparks through your fuzzy brain.

The stretch was just what you needed, the burn in your pussy replacing any thoughts you had on feeling unwell. Bucky kissed your shoulder, his cock nestled between your rse cheeks, his arms wrapped around both of you as you rocked gently into Steve’s body, more from instinat than intent before settling down, resting your face against the firm chest of Steve.

“Just like that,” Steve encouraged, cradling your head. “You’re so good, baby girl. So soft for us. We’re going to look after you.”

You whine softly, shifting your hips slightly until you are filled just right, locked around him, your body melting into theirs. They didn’t move much after that, just held you closely. Steve’s hands rubbed slow circles into your spine. Bbucky pressed kisses along your neck and shoulders, whispering things you didn’t even fully register.

Eventually, your hands wandered. One snuck down Bucky’s arm, fingers catching his wrists, tugging gently. You kissed his scarred knuckles, then sucked two of them into your mouth, moaning softly t the taste of his skin.

Bucky hissed, pressing tighter behind you, his chest radiating warmth into your back. “Fuck, Doll….”

You popped your mouth off his fingers, long enough to whisper, “wanna feel you both finish inside me.”

That shattered the fragile calm both men were desperately trying to hold onto.

Steve’s groan rumbled deep through your body as he tilted his head back against the headboard, his control fracturing. Bucky’s hand tightened around your waist, voice rough against your sensitive neck.

“You sure?” he rasped.

You nodded. “Need it. Want you both.”

Steve was first to move, hips bucking just once, slow but deep, dragging a broken sound from your lips as you cling to him more fiercely. Your pussy clenches firmly around his cock, needy and greedy for more. 

Bucky reached between your legs, cool fingers finding your throbbing clit with practiced ease. “Then let’s make you cum first, Doll. Let you feel every drop after.”

You were so close already, teetering on the tip of insanity. One breath, you were mentally begging for their bodies, the next, you could hardly breathe in time with the way Bucky’s fingers circled.

Steve was panting beneath you, his cock twitching inside in time with each of your internal pulses. His thick fingers held onto your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb, eyes locked on yours like you were the one thing that mattered.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. So fucking beautifful. You feel so perfect,” Steve encouraged gently, but held that authority that naturally came over him when they were together.

Bucky’s lips were on your shoulder again, his teeth teasing with sharp nips against the soft skin there. “Cum for us, Sweetheart. Wanna feel you soak his cock, you can do it.”

You were already there before his perfect praises. Body tightening until pulses of pleasure gripped your cunt to Steve with fierce overwhelming stimulation.

You whined as the orgasm took you, slow at first, a full-body bloom that made you shiver in their arms. Steve moaned loud and low as you squeezed around him, your slick soaking his cock as you came with his name in your mouth.

“There you go,” he whispers, voice shaking as he gently squeezes the front of your neck, keeping eye contact. “That’s it, baby. That’s our good girl, you feel so fucking good.”

Bucky didn’t stop touching you until you were wrung out and twitching, tears caught in your lashes from how good it felt. You slumped forward, lips against Steve’s throat, your thighs shaking around his hips.

And then, just as you were starting to catch your breath again, your hips began to rock against him with a soft whimper. “Please, I want to feel both of you finish inside me.”

Steve’s hands flexed from where they now rested on your hips, holding you down as he gave a deep thrust. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby girl. You’re gonna take every drop, yeah?”

You nod lazily against the facial hair covering his throat, mewling as Bucky gave his own thrust from where his cock continued to rest between your arse cheeks. Not even inside you yet, but already so close to how sweet you looked coming undone.

“You want it, Doll?” Bucky growled in your ear. “Want us both to make a mess of you?”

“Please, Sir. Please, I need it more than anything,” you beg pathetically, reaching behind your head to stroke his cheek.

That was all it took.  Steve’s hips jerked, and with a low, guttural moan, he came deep inside you – hot and heavy, his forehead pressed to yours. You felt it flood you, the heat of it, and it made your already spent body ache for more.

Bucky was right behind him, one hand fisted in your hair, the other clamped on your hip as he rutted hard against your ass, his cock slick between your thighs. With a curse and broken gasp of your name, he pushed his cock into your pussy as Steve’s spent cock slipped out.

Mixing together, Bucky’s cum joined Steve’s painting your insides in a delicious, possessive claim. Everything was hot and trembling limbs.

And then complete and utter silence.

The three of you remained in the recovering bliss for moments, or hours, you couldn’t tell as you were slumped entirely against Steve.

A soft kiss to your temple, with strong fingers kneading into your scalp, Steve was the first to speak, “You okay? Do you need anything, Baby girl?”

“Just…stay.”

Bucky chuckles against your back, kissing your shoulder. 2You’re not going anywhere without us.”

Without moving you too far, they eased you off of Steve’s lap slowly, carefully. A soft hiss left your lips as Bucky’s cock slipped out, and Steve immiedaltey reached for a towel that was conveniently placed next to the bed, having thought ahead.

Bucky cleaned you up with steady hands, tenderly between your thighs, murmuring soft praises and kisses to your body as he went.

“That’s our girl, took us both like a dream,” he said, voice thick with affection.

You could barely keep your eyes open, but you smiled sleepily, completely boneless in their arms. Steve momentarily disappeared but returned with a nightshirt and a fresh bottle of water, prompting you to sip before you even had to ask.

And then, without needing to speak, they each took their place. Steve was behind you, arm wrapped tight around your waist, whilst Bucky moved in front, hand stroking your cheek as you drifted.

You nuzzled again his palm, blinking sleepily. “Still feel floaty.”

“That’s ok, Doll. We’ll keep you grounded,” Bucky promised, barely above a whisper as you finally slipped into a peaceful sleep.

[pamillie]

Something I really enjoy so far about Jinshi as a character and Jinmao as its approached by the author is how his royal status is not written as a fairytale prize for Maomao but it’s actively an obstacle for BOTH of them.

Spoiler talk below the cut.

Jinshi to me is a well-meaning character who is honestly extremely progressive for the time period he is being written in. And yet, his privilege both as a man and as a member of the noble family is something he has to examine constantly and Maomao is a catalyst for that.

The moment where she explains how she came to serve in the palace is framed as such a turning point in his affection for her, and it’s only the beginning of him questioning his place in the world and how this system affects others.

There’s so many other instances too, such as when they’re undercover and he asks Maomao what could lower the value of a courtesan.

And in the LN’s, reading the chapters within his POV are so interesting to me because you see this gradual shift in his perception of himself and how his position affects Maomao in terms of their relationship- beginning with him “firing her” and subsequently buying her out all the way up to LN 13’s epilogue where Maomao has finally accepted his affection and yet he feels as though he’s still in this power imbalance with her- and he cares about her so much that he can’t abide it.

It’s so refreshing and interesting bc usually the ‘secret prince’ trope is played out as a reward for the ‘commoner’ Cinderella protagonist but The Apothecary Diaries doesn’t do that- it really forces the reader to examine the question of how much of a choice Maomao really has. Maomao herself is very aware of her lack of agency- to the point that she is pretty much accepting of anything that happens to her and she’s endlessly adaptable (she’s def repressing and denying her own trauma but that’s another meta entirely).

And as such, the reader is not so much reminded of this power imbalance and its unfairness through her, but through Jinshi. To me that is such a narratively interesting and nuanced way to go about examining this issue- so refreshing to see the male character in this instance taking responsibility for the situation and remaining grounded in reality instead of being gallant and optimistic and overly romantic (although he is these things in his own way) And he keeps Maomao’s desires (as he understands them) in mind too.

Because the issue is not whether or not they can be together within the constraints and world of the story- it’s whether or not they can be together in a way that leaves Maomao with as much independence and agency as possible.

And yes, at times the slow burn can be agonizing, but I trust how these characters are being handled so much at this point and it feels so realistic that I don’t mind it. Having this conflict tied up with a pretty bow as if the craziness of LN 5 and 8 didn’t happen wouldn’t be satisfying to me anyway.

Anyway tldr: The fact that Jinshi being the Moon Prince creates more problems than it solves is just a neat way to play with this trope that leaves so much room for character development and time to examine the issues of the given time period THROUGH the lens of the people living in it and I really like that shit, ya know?

[thewanderingkaya]

through depths and the shadows of adversity .

pairing: teen!gojo x reader

summary: your bond with Satoru has an intricate history together, starting from the former years in Jujutsu High.. 

wordcount: 1.6K 

a/n: g/n reader, I love teen Gojo, and I love friends to lovers, so why not combine the two?  this doesn’t have any suggestive just reader and teen satoru bullying each other. I feel like it shows a stronger and more intimate bond. this is mainly about the relationship and funny little shenanigans gojo and reader go through. Live laugh love high school sweethearts <3 

dividers : @vesearartistry

TEEN GOJO who pranks anyone and everyone in Jujutsu High, including you. Giggling as he crouches by the corridor; ready to observe your pitiable fate. Poor you falling victim to his stunts, stepping out of your room freshly showered and clean, that is until you step across the threshold. Water collected ina  bucket from - as you could guess - the ditches douses your hair, trickling down your shoulders as your frame freezes up. Your ears are pierced with cackles of laughter, looking over to spot the little nuisance responsible for this practical joke. White tufts of hair bouncing as he snickered away. Your response - simply the most mature thing to do - slip a few insects with one too many limbs into his pillowcase. Shrieking with laughter as you heard satoru’s own shrieks with pure horror, followed by thuds and unnerving crashes. The next morning, your sight is blessed with a mattress and a bed frame strewn about in the hallway, a very suspiciously bed-shaped hole in the wall of Satoru’s dorm room.

TEEN GOJO who slams the door to your room open without a care in the world, his stride unnaturally purposeful. You whipping your head around, battle ready, just to see a dumbass dramatically checking your shelf of trinkets. Unbothered by your presence as he snatches your possessions from the shelf. Shuffling through your personal collection of books, picking them out as if in a public library. Satoru strolls out of your room satisfied, his arms cradling several of your belongings. Leaving you staring at the door, wide-eyed with bewilderment.

TEEN GOJO who constantly flicks your forehead no matter where you are, staring at the blackboard as Yaga explained the consequences of overexertion in battle, practicing your cursed techniques in the courtyard, bickering in an abandoned building as you scout out a special grade… Managing to swerve and dodge inexhaustible attacks of First Grade cursed spirit you were able to maim quite competently.. Preparing yourself to land a killing strike, your engrossment in the battle was ruptured. A perfect circular cavity was present in the cursed spirit’s body, making its remaining flesh a simple hollow shell. Your eyes rounded as you peered straight through the sizable hole, a pair of blue eyes glimmering with complacency stared back at you through the corpse; now collapsed to the ground in a flourish of dust particles. Your mouth hung open as he made his way to you, the swagger in satoru’s pace made you grit your teeth. A frown pulled on your features as you stared up at the giraffe standing before you; a smug grin tugged on his lips and hands placed nonchalantly in his pockets. Your mouth flung open to scold him when you were interrupted; a forceful and sharp pain in your forehead made you flinch. You stared at him, baffled. He had flicked you. The twig fingered bastard stole your final blow and then flicked you. 

TEEN GOJO, who finds it unfortunate that your sense of emotional development hasn’t matured either. Every time the scamp would flick your head with his boney fingers, you stooped down to his level, reaching up to him to give him a taste of his own medicine. Only for him to veer from your vengeful attack. You made do with punching him in the gut every time he violated your poor forehead. Most times when you get caught up in your dispute, it compromises your mission. Earning a strong scolding and punishment from Yaga. 

TEEN GOJO who would constantly wear your clothes, prancing around campus pretending to be you. You would walk into a room and look up to see a sight to behold. Satoru flailing and mocking you with overzealous facial expressions, a high-pitched voice to top it off. You just stand there in the doorway as he performs for Suguru and Shoko, their giggles evaporate as they caught sight of your boiling fury. It takes satoru longer than it should have to notice his audience’s sudden silence, and even longer for him to turn around. When he does he does it with a flourish, halting in his tracks as he locks eyes with yours. Suguru and Ieiri take their leave swiftly as your hands balled up into fists. Not long after, satoru could be seen trailing you - or should I say being dragged by the ear - half naked, your clothes disheveled, assuringly ripped straight from his body. 

TEEN GOJO who would use his infinity every time you tried to hit him, he learned the hard way how hard your blows are. He turns his infinity on subconsciously, often forgetting he has such a power, or fearing your deadly blows and might would shatter her infinity somehow. Every time you try to hit satoru, he lets out a deafening shriek, almost inhumane. The first time he did it was during a class ridden with silence, satoru tiptoed from behind you, plotting to tip your chair back. A squeal made everybody turn around, beheld with the sight of satoru on the ground, hands up in frightened defense, and you on top of him, your chair held high over your head. He can never outlive that embarrassment of a moment. 

TEEN GOJO who would make unnecessary and stupid scenarios at the most random times. Including the less convenient times too. It annoyed not just you, but everyone else too. Satoru would scan the elders facial expressions contort as he asked about the effects of cursed energy during, uh… A mischievous grin appearing on his face as well as slowly appearing on yours. Respect for higher powers wasn’t Satoru’s strong suit, neither was it yours, although you knew when to shut up.. Satoru on the other hand obviously did not. You couldn’t count the number of times you shoved a hysterical satoru with your elbow - multiple times in fact - as a quite stoic elder stood before you. Yet he wouldn’t shut up, until Masamichi gave you both punishment. 

TEEN GOJO who would be weirdly affectionate to you. Coming up behind you and laying his head on yours, casually flopping onto the couch that you were sitting on laying his feet or his head on your lap as if you were merely a part of the sofa, leaning on your shoulder whenever he gets tired of standing. You could call it a blessing, until you had to deal with a lanky piece of dead weight on your back, or bring mercilessly dragged everywhere as repercussion from the leverage he has over you - with his height, leverage over everybody..

TEEN GOJO who would boast and jeer when you got injured, him being nearly untouchable only encouraged his nuisance behavior. He would be walking past the infirmary dangerously slow, purposefully and noisily gloating about how he didn’t earn a scratch on that mission. You just stared holes into the strongest with an unamused roll of your eyes. Satoru pretended not to notice you, snickering as he kept crowing down the hallway.

TEEN GOJO and you who would provoke each other with ultimatums - one would call it childish games. Who can chug the most sake without passing out? Who can take down the most cursed spirits in a limited amount of time? Who can make it from one side of Jujutsu campus to the other without touching the ground or roof? The latter would end up with destroyed walls, startled staff, and a very disappointed and exhausted principal. But none of it ever created a rift between you too, but it developed your chemistry. Competitive delinquency at its finest. 

TEEN GOJO who - you never thought would - listens to all your stories and every thought you had to share. Remembering even the littlest things that you forgot about yourself. Years of information accumulated in his head, down to your specific moods that made you fancy certain things. You always thought he tuned you out, or at least didn’t care about what you had to say. After all, your friendship was built off of bullying and smart remarks. You didn’t mind anyhow, you weren’t expectant of that. His mind always seemed busy, yet he recalls the feelings and opinions you had about foods, tv shows, behaviors. It baffled you every time he made a quick remark or joke you just had to stop and stare. 

TEEN GOJO who would drag you outside, far away from campus borders in the middle of the night. His hand seizing yours with a grip that makes it hard for you to believe that you could ever let go.. Not that you would ever want to. He takes you to an abandoned park, clear from cursed spirits in which he annihilated before hand, grass and other shrubbery peeking through cracks in the concrete, moss scattered across paths where residents once tread. He led you up a hill and into a clearing, pale moonlight poured into the open glade where a destroyed building had opened up and shrouded over with green, a sight to remember.. That night you didn’t get a second of sleep. Exploring the buildings and making quips at each other, only finally resting on the meadow when the moon departed and the sun bathed the surface. 

TEEN GOJO who after a long day, makes himself at home in your room, always seemingly searching for your presence. Helps himself to your cash of snacks hidden behind a cabinet while you’re asleep, he knows you keep a variety of his favourite sweet treats for him like you knew he would be rummaging through the stash. He finds comfort in simply lying with you, whether you are conscious or not, cracking jokes or having deep conversations. Satoru’s arms crossed, propping his head up to stare at the ceiling, his head turns to you. He notices the way your features fall as they sit relaxed, how peaceful your breathing pattern is. Soon, his eyelids feel heavy and he falls asleep with you, arm draped across your shoulders and his snores jumbled with yours.

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

a new dawn begins | m.g. x gn!reader

“y/n! i have the best news ever!” mark screamed over the phone, needing to pull it away from the ear for a moment. you smiled to yourself as you replied, “and whats this amazing news that you’re willing to break my eardrums for?”

“okay, uh, actually i gotta show you. it’s super secret, so i’ll be over in like two minutes.” and before you could say anything the line went dead and you just shook your head. as hyper and energetic still since middle school, just less scrapes and bruises now.

a soft tapping caught your ears, it happened two more times in a row before it was followed by, “y/n! open the window!” you were on the second floor without a tree near by. confusion covered your face as your slid the window up to stick your head out the frame and down at mark’s beaming face.

“you can’t get-“ and your sentence died off when mark started hovering above the ground and then all the way up to your window. face to face with you, you were speechless.

“guess who got their powers!” mark whispered with controlled enthusiasm. you knew about his dad being omniman, and marks mentioned in the past that he should develop them too, but holy shit, seeing it in person was so much different.

“can i come in?” mark asked hesitantly. you were still quiet, trying to process the image before you. taking slow steps away from the sill, mark pushed himself in and let his feet his solid ground again. he bit into his bottom lip while watching you.

“surprise. i mean a surprise for both of us, cause i thought i wasn’t ever gonna get them, but i get how it’s a huge surprise for you. i mean you hardly believed me when i told you my dad was a freaking superhero…” mark trailed off, either not knowing what else to say or now nervous by your unannounced reaction. “are-are you mad at-at me?”

that caused you to blink twice and give a quick shake of your head, hands waving in front of you. “of course not. nothing about this makes me angry, also i wouldn’t have the right to be angry about it anyway, im just…processing very slowly.” making your way to your bed and sitting on the edge.

mark stayed near your window, keeping a distance between the both of you at the moment. a hand snuck into the back of his hair while his eyes focused to the floor, “i’m-i’m still me. you know.”

a smile to your lips, “of course you are mark. i-i think it just hit me.” brows pinching in the middle, “you…you have powers. you’ll probably want to go help people and put yourself in danger, and that makes me…it makes me feel nervous.” you admitted.

neither of you said anything for a beat, then mark joined you, the mattress dipping with his added weight. “you know, i don’t think i really thought that far ahead. i just got so excited that i’ll be like my dad, this is something i can join him on. i can bench press like, a whole building. i can fly anywhere in the world.”

you were watching his profile, his eyes sparkling with wonder of new possibilities. then a slight frown appeared on his face, “but you’re right. i’ll want to help people, this feels like a responsibility. i can’t just have these powers and not help.”

“and that’s very brave and selfless of you.” touching his shoulder, “i-i just want you to remember that you’re family and friends, we want to see you alive and happy. if you ever just need a break, there’s other hero’s that can handle it for the day. you don’t need to break yourself to keep everyone else together.”