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Nowhere to Run: Part 2 (Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader)

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Pairings: Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader

Warnings: Miguel helps reader through a panic attack (descriptions based on my own experiences but not necessarily perfectly written down), mentions of isolation and isolation-related trauma, references to child loss, scars

Summary: Living in Nueva York and working with the Spider Society is pretty great... except for Miguel O’Hara, the man who injured you, saved your life, and now refuses to speak to you. Luckily, Peter B. Parker loves interfering in Miguel’s life, so when you’re at your lowest, it’s Miguel who is there to help you through it. ~ 2,200 words

Angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending

A/N: This is still dedicated to the Miguel O’Hara editors on TikTok as well as the people leaving the comments. There are light spoilers for AtSV (I made up an ending for BtSV since this is set after that).

Two Months Later…

Miguel O’Hara kept his promise. His Spider Society ran all kinds of tests, searching for an explanation for the rapid evolution that provided your the ability to travel the multiverse. Best they could guess, you had been close to the epicenter of your world’s implosion, close enough to absorb some of the energy leaking from what was essentially a black hole devouring the universe.

Another Spider-Woman had given you a more advanced goober - no, gizmo - to keep you from glitching and destabilizing the place they called Nueva York. It was Miguel’s home, she’d explained, and the home base of the Spider Society that kept watch over the multiverse. You’d started volunteering for missions with them, happy to be doing some good. It made you feel like a hero again, like there was a point to all the sacrifices that led you here.

But you hadn't seen Spider-Man 2099 since he dropped you off at a Nueva York hospital and huffed an order to “make sure she gets stitched up, and for god’s sake, get her some food.” That was two months ago.

“I can’t believe you bring a kid here.” You waved to Mayday who was sitting on her dad’s lap and trying to steal his food with her webs. For some reason, Peter had given her a web-shooter… as if toddlers weren’t difficult enough.

“Neither can I, honestly. But she loves these guys. Especially Miguel.” He frowned and took a bite of empanada. “She’s borderline obsessed with Miguel actually. I think it’s because he has such climbable shoulders. It’s good for him to see her too.”

“Meaning?”

“Ah nothing.” Peter waved off your question.

An awkward pause filled the space between you and Peter B. Parker. Just ask him, you told yourself.

“Is Miguel avoiding me?” Blunt. Right to the point.

“Ummmmm…” He drug out the word for far too long, looked to his daughter for help, seemed to remember she couldn’t do more than babble random sounds, and then sighed heavily. “Yes. He feels bad about…” Peter gestured broadly to you. “About a year ago we had a little situation with this kid - I mentored him. Good kid. Smart,” Peter added proudly. “This kid, Miles, made Miguel rethink a lot of things. We started handling anomalies... differently, a bit more gently.”

“He calls this gently?” You touched your scarred shoulder.

“Ummmmm… no.” Peter scooped Mayday out of the air where she was now dangling from the ceiling. “You freaked him out pretty bad. I mean you are a huge anomaly. Dangerous. He sort of, uh, how would those kids say it? Oh, yeah, he ‘went off the deep end.’ You should hear him tell the story.”

Mayday babbled incoherently.

“Yes ma’am, it does all seem a bit romantic when he tells it doesn’t it?” Peter cooed to Mayday then grinned at you.

You blinked once. Twice. Romantic?

Mayday went zipping away. Peter stood and sighed.

“Gotta get this kid, but I’m sending him to see you.” He took off after his daughter who was expertly navigating a minefield of other Spider-People (and animals). “Promise!” Peter tossed over his shoulder.

You seriously doubted Peter B. Parker would be able to convince Miguel to talk to you. And that was just as well because by the time you made it back to your room, it was turning into one of your bad nights. It was illogical. How could you could be fine for and suddenly a panic-stricken nightmare-ridden mess one random night? But then, the human mind is an enigma even to itself, the traumatized mind even more so.

It happened when you walked into your room and found yourself suspended in complete darkness. You followed the same routine every night, but today was different. Blackness surrounded you and closed in. You could see nothing, not even the hand in front of your face, and something tightened in your chest, clamped down on your lungs. For a second, you had control of the thing, were reaching for the light switch. Then you were spiraling.

Your mind was no longer in your safe room in Nueva York surrounded by the Spider Society who had taken you in and protected you and even become your friends. No. It was trapped in the silent and endless darkness of a collapsed universe, utterly alone, smothered in deafening silence. Your breath came in rapid, shallow pants, and you stumbled back until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You sat down on the soft mattress, drew up your knees, wrapped your arms around yourself, bowed your head, and tried to breath through it.

Caught in your panic attack, you didn’t even hear two familiar voices arguing, or see the light from the hallway fall across the room as the door was pushed open, or notice the shadows that loomed in the doorway.

“I know what you’re doing, Peter,” Miguel snarled.

“I’m not doing- why’s the door open?”

Miguel noticed you first. The dim room was the perfect environment for his sensitive eyes to make out your hunched form and trembling shoulders. In an instant, he was kneeling in front of you, an act that confirmed every one of Peter B. Parker’s suspicions. He watched for a moment from the doorway before taking a step back and closing the door with a click. Miguel had this under control. He was sure of it.

A deep voice, gravelly as if it were being drug over stones whispered your name. It wrapped around you, held you tight, and pulled you above the thrashing waves. That crushing feeling in your chest relaxed ever so slightly, and finally, you managed a deep breath. Then a second. It’s okay now. The worst is over.

After the third breath, you looked up and searched the dark room in a search of the voice’s owner.

Two dimly glowing red orbs shone in the darkness. You knew exactly one person with red eyes. Slowly, your own eyes adjusted, and the broad outline of Miguel O’Hara materialized. He wasn’t wearing his usual vibrant suit, just a dark colored sweater. Even kneeling on the ground he was still tall enough to be eye level with you. The two of you stared at each other for a long second before Miguel slowly raised a hand and... and brushed his thumb across your cheek?

What was happening? All you could do was blink stupidly at him, but when you didn't shy away he brought his other hand to your face. He smoothed his thumbs over your cheeks. He was wiping away your tears so gently and with such concern it seemed impossible. His hands were soft, softer than they had any right to be, and those dangerous claws that had done so much damage to you earlier were nowhere to be seen.

“You’re safe. You’re here with me.” Miguel’s voice was so commanding; he was obviously accustomed to giving order, but that actually made it more reassuring. “I’m here.”

I’m here. For some unexplainable reason those words reassured you more than anything. You didn't even think, just did. You slid forward on the bed and buried your face in the broad muscles of Miguel’s shoulder. His sweater was as soft as anything you could have imagined, and his warmth seeped through the fabric. He smelled like fresh laundry and something more woody and musky.

Miguel haltingly wrapped his arms around you, awkward at first, before he pulled you in closer. He held you like that for several long minutes, running his hands across your back and drawing small circles with fingers until your breathing synced with his.

Since coming to this place, the most physical contact you had with anyone was the occasional hug or handshake or Mayday crawling up your arm. Before that it was Miguel holding you in the rain while he sucked his venom - you had confirmed that it was venom - from your body. Before that you had been trapped in a collapsed universe or on the run. Before that... well, being Spider-Woman was a lonely job.

To be held like this was the most comforting experience you had in longer than you cared to remember. You didn’t want to let go. Even when you realized that in this position Miguel was kneeling between your legs you didn’t let go.

Eventually, he shifted with a quiet huff. You pulled back immediately. What were you doing? Miguel definitely didn’t want you all over him. What could you have possibly been thinking, using the man who actively avoided you for comfort?

Miguel stood and stretched. You looked away, suddenly self-conscious.

“Thank you. I’m okay now,” you muttered.

That was an obvious lie. The man tilted his head as he gazed down at you. He knew what this loneliness was like, how it felt to have wallowed in solitude for so long that you forget how to feel anything but alone. His eyes shifted to your shoulder where a tank top did nothing to hide the four long scars he had left in your skin. You tracked his gaze and immediately tried to cover them with your hand.

“I’m okay,” you repeated, hinting that he could go even though part of you - an insane, irrational, needy part of you - wanted him to stay.

Miguel ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair with a sigh before sitting down, uninvited, on your bed. Next to you. He sat down next to you. On your bed.

Miguel O’Hara was handsome. You never denied that, especially now while he was inches from you smelling the way he smelled and radiating much needed warmth. The temptation to lean into him was strong, but not strong enough to override your embarrassment that he, of all the Spider-People, had seen you at your lowest point.

“I thought you were jumping through the Arach- the Spider-Verse with bad intentions. I had no idea you were running… from me.” The explanation came out of nowhere. Miguel turned to look down at you. “You had the potential to cause a lot of damage, and I panicked. I forgot you’re one of us, and I hurt you, and I’m sorry.” Another long pause. “My claws have never poisoned anyone before.”

The apology was genuine, you could hear it in his voice. Some invisible barrier between the two of you shattered then.

“Are you saying you didn’t mean to kill me with your venomous talons, you only meant to seriously maim me with your regular talons?” You could feel a smile growing as you tried joking with him.

Miguel looked back at the bed spread. Should you? Was this a good idea? You threw caution to the wind and leaned over to bump your shoulder against Miguel’s.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ve all made mistakes. Glad I was threatening enough to scare you like that.”

“That’s not what- okay.”

“You can look at them. If you want, I mean.” You nodded to your scarred shoulder.

Slowly, as if afraid to scare you off, Miguel smoothed a finger over the scars. They were deep and jagged, but had healed rather well all things considered. His hand on your neck startled you for a moment before you realized what he was doing. Four tiny scars from his fangs still decorated your skin, and he was tracing his thumb over each one.

Miguel felt you swallow, realized what he was doing, and then froze. A single second stretched into an eternity during which you could confront every thought racing through your head. He’d chased you for months, but he had a good reason. He’d hurt you. Then he saved your life. There was that thing Peter said about Mayday being good for him. And Miguel’s sad eyes and ever-present frown. And how warm he’d felt while he held you. And the ripples of muscle across his entire body.

He’d kept his promise not to send you back. And he was handsome. Handsome and sad. So instead of pulling away and kicking him out and going back to avoiding each other, you leaned into him.

There was nothing awkward about Miguel’s movements this time. He wrapped an arm around you and maneuver you both until you were laying down, curled up against his side, head on his shoulder, his arm around your waist.

“What is going on?” You whispered.

“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” Miguel whispered back.

“Okay, but why?”

“Because... because I know how it feels to lose everyone and have no one to hold you.”

You looked up at him then. He was staring at the ceiling, some memory you couldn’t see dancing across his eyes. Peter said Mayday was good for Miguel then refused to answer any more questions. The frown lines. How ferociously he protected the multiverse. Mayday was good for Miguel. Mayday. The kid.

It hit you then, and it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. Miguel had lost his family, probably in circumstances not too different from your own. You wanted to know everything about the Spider-Man with the fangs and venom and the saddest eyes you had ever seen. Not now though.

Already, you felt sleep tugging at the edge of your consciousness, a sense of safety and comfort brought on by Miguel’s presence.

“You could stay until I wake up,” you offered drowsily and splayed a hand across his chest. “If you want.”

Miguel ran his fingers lightly over the back of your hand.

“I think I might.”

A/N: There is a teeny tiny potential for an 18+ Part 3. No solid plan yet, but possible. Thanks for all the love on this fic!

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vogue · 7 months

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Don’t mistake Atelier Jolie—#AngelinaJolie’s effort to bring her globally minded, socially conscious values to the world of fashion—for something it’s not. “I don’t want to be a big fashion designer,” the actor, director, and former UN Refugee Agency Goodwill Ambassador and Special Envoy says. “I want to build a house for other people to become that.” In fact, she’s as eager to break the mold of the traditional celebrity fashion brand as she is to rethink how she moves through the world these days: “I’m hoping to change many aspects of my life. And this is the forward-facing one.”

For Vogue’s digital cover, Angelina Jolie opens up about building Atelier Jolie, her ongoing style evolution, and being “saved” by motherhood.

Read the full profile: http://vogue.cm/dvriQLE

The interviews, videos, and photography in this story predated the SAG-AFTRA strike.

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kaliido-s · 7 months

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Wings of Fire evolutionary tree goes crazy

another peek at baby’s first speculative evolution project by rethinking WoF

#wings of fire #wof #wof art #speculative evolution #spec evo #dragons #mudwing #seawing #rainwing #nightwing #icewing #skywing #sandwing #silkwing #hivewing #leafwing #wof dragon #wof au

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mortalityplays · 1 year

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I've been reading a lot about the evolution of city infrastructures recently, and imo something we have really really lost in our collective conception of urban efficiency is the use of space throughout time.

patterns of urban activity changed radically with the industrial revolution & the normalisation of centralised work opportunities and the daily commute, office culture carried us even further down that path, and even the moderate shift toward mobile and home working since 2019 is massively class stratified. we've become accustomed to the idea that there are 'work spaces', 'living spaces' and 'leisure spaces', that these are qualitatively completely different things, and that the aspirational ideal is a total lack of overlap.

e.g. say an office complex opens at 6am, closes at 6pm, and is closed on sundays. This enormous facility sits unused for nearly 60% of the working week. Sure, maybe cleaners come in overnight, but is that an efficient use of space? Could the building open to the public on Sundays, for students or remote workers? Could it be used in the evenings for public meetings, social groups, studio space? Could it be used overnight by businesses that operate outside 9-5 work patterns?

This is the cleanest, bougiest, least challenging example I can think of, and there is still so much opportunity to rethink how space is occupied. What time of day is a space in use? What else could it be the rest of the time? Is there a good reason occupants can't share the facility throughout the day? We should be much much more bolder about demanding that urban space is used equitably imo.

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dinodorks · 8 months

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[ Fujianvenator prodigiosus, illustrated by Mr. Chuang Zhao. ]

"One hundred and fifty million years ago, a young, bantam-sized, bird-like dinosaur became mired in a swamp in what is now southeastern China, and succumbed. Its fossilized remains, unearthed in 2022 and named Fujianvenator prodigiosus, show it to be one of the earliest bird-like dinosaurs to date from the Jurassic period. The researchers describe their discovery in a paper published today in Nature. “This is really a weird animal within the group of birds,” says Mark Loewen, a palaeontologist at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, who was not involved in the discovery. The creature had oddly lanky legs and might have lacked the ability to fly. It also doesn't seem to conform to the accepted bird-evolution story. Although dinosaurs were largely extinct by 66 million years ago, therapods, the three-clawed, hollow-boned group that included Velociraptor and Tyrannosaurus rex, had started to evolve into today’s birds. Many palaeontologists consider the first bird to be a 150-million-year-old feathered dinosaur called Archaeopteryx, fossils of which were found in Germany. But this study adds to mounting evidence that by the time of Archaeopteryx, dinosaurs had already diversified into different kinds of birds, Loewen says. Hailu You, a palaeontologist at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing and one of the co-authors of the paper, says that in the Jurassic, bird-like dinosaurs might have been occupying different ecological niches. “Early bird evolution is complicated,” he says. Fujianvenator’s fossil lacks a head or a complete tail, but its body and limbs show a medley of traits similar to those of other bird-like dinosaurs, such as the relative lengths of the fingers, and details of the pelvis and vertebrae. But it didn’t have many modifications that would contribute to flight."

Read more: "‘Weird’ dinosaur prompts rethink of bird evolution" by Jude Coleman.

#palaeoblr #Palaeontology #Paleontology #Fujianvenator #Dinosaur #Fujianvenator prodigiosus #Evolution #Cretaceous #Mesozoic #Prehistoric #Extinct #Theropod #Art #Article #Information

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villiedoom · 28 days

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Simple illustration (in two versions) that shows my speculations about evolution from a Kotie into a Vaeraf, which I drew mostly to order my own ideas, vision and feelings about them, and to more accurately place it all in my head. Looks like it’s my first artwork that actually fits the “speculative evolution” idea! :D although for me it is also philosophical in a way, as it is about growth and change.

There’s an interesting detail – it looks a lot like the same being growing up, and I think it makes sense. I have some ideas and feeling about it, but I'm not sure yet to share them. I'm also rethinking the connections and similarities between my creatures and felines, oriental cats in particular...

I drew them floating in space - this is one of the most right image I associate them with, as I strongly associate Vaerafes and Koties with space and stars ~ ✨

#art #drawing #fantasy #creature #sketch #personal art #original species #vaeraf #kotie #villiedoom

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onenicebugperday · 1 year

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In regards to insect intelligence and the video of a stink bug "stuck" on something rotating; I know intelligence is subjective and that evolution prioritizes different brain growth for different function, as well as things like cell structure and how pathways travel thru different types of nerve systems...with all that said.... Are stink bugs as rudimentary as they seem neural pathway wise? I remember being tummy sick and hanging out away from a pool party and in my haze, I watched a stink bug circle a candle stick in the same pattern for 40 minutes. I had a fever and slight delirium but I remember thinking "wow this creature....is so dumb". Am I right? Should I rethink my stance? Or is intelligence so arbitrary that you can survive without it completely without it being a complete detriment? I just wanna know if I can call a stink bug stupid

I think that depends on how you measure intelligence, and it’s not fair to measure them against other animals. Stink bugs are exactly as intelligent as they have to be to survive and reproduce as stink bugs. And they do a pretty excellent job at that! They may sometimes look silly to us, but they’ve been around for millions of years, so they must be doing something right.

But if it brings you joy to think of them as cute lil dummies, I don’t think it will hurt their feelings :)

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lionofchaeronea · 3 months

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Current nonfiction reading is The Family in Greek History by Cynthia B. Patterson (Harvard University Press, 1998). Ever since the nineteenth century, a prevailing paradigm in Greek social history has portrayed the oikos (family or household) and the polis (city-state) as having been in tension, with competing claims to authority that could sometimes erupt into open conflict, as e.g. in Sophocles' Antigone (where Antigone's loyalty to her brother opposes Creon's state decrees). Patterson, an expert on Greek law, argues forcefully and cogently that this paradigm is flawed, a product of mistaken assumptions about ancient social evolution. She prefers, following Aristotle in the Politics, to see the oikos as a fundamental building block of the polis, recognized as such by ancient legislators who codified "proper" family relationships into law. I'm honestly not sure whether I'm qualified to judge every facet of Patterson's argument--her knowledge of Greek law runs rings around my own--but I've been very impressed by her analysis of the family in the Homeric and Hesiodic poems. She's a fine close reader, and unlike some scholars, she pays attention to what the texts actually say rather than what she would like them to say. If nothing else, she's encouraged me to rethink many of my assumptions about ancient family structure and gender roles, which is a valuable service in and of itself.

#personal #current reading #tagamemnon #ancient history #Ancient Greece

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dinosaurnews · 8 months

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#dinosaurs #dinosaur #paleontology #prehistoric #fossils #science #birds are dinosaurs

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 10 months

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Me: I had a dinosaur fixation for 2 years in middle school. The little info I do remember is probably outdated. Oh god, I barely focused on types of dinosaurs, and more on the whole evolution side of things. All I remember is that dinosaur=feathers and cladograms are hard with dinosaurs. Let me follow so I can learn about dinosaurs!

*Follows account and learns that birds ARE dinosaurs. Not descendants from dinosaurs, but straight up dinosaurs... we live WITH dinosaurs... right now!!!!*

*Also learning so much about pets and biases in such a short time, like seriously these convos in the asks have literally gotten me to rethink the way I think about pets. Like, I always hated how people didn't care about animals that are cat/dog, but I didn't realize that I had cat biases or how hard it is for other pet owners because of these biases*

I used to be very into science, and then dropped it to focus on music. But lately, I've been trying to recapture that, and your account has already done that for me!!! I normally vibe check before following, but I saw battle-of-the-birds endorse you, so I just followed. Idk what I'm trying to convey. Following you was NOT what I excepted, but I'm very glad I did!

^_^ happy to provide

Birds being straight up, no holds barred dinosaurs is the best thing. Like, I don't know why people resist it so much. A) when you look at birds for longer than five seconds it becomes obvious - not just really big birds, any bird; as a kid I saw an american robin running along the ground and it looks like a t. rex; B) even if it wasn't obvious, isn't it great they're still around???? why is anyone fighting this????

But I'm very glad you're enjoying my silliness and I hope you stick around! ^_^

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formulinos · 1 year

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on the monday after jeddah, eurosport fr dropped an episode of their podcast "les fous du volant" and one of the topics was, obviously, her. Scuderia Ferrari.

normally i wouldn't pay as much attention as to italian/british media but given that we have a stronger french presence in Ferrari again, i think these reports shouldn't be completely ignored. so, i listened to it and i did some notes, in case you guys missed it.

so, from 27:31, they talk about how the current performance and expectations for the season are just the tip of the iceberg. i split it into general topics, stuff that is important to note is in bold:

gino rosato: his function was external relations (link up and host the VIPs + any other task that involved dealing with the world outside of maranello); joined Ferrari before jean todt but just as an occasional freelancer - todt made him a full time employer; montezemolo and kimi protected him. he left with kimi in 2009 and came back with him in 2014; main feeling is that his role was more politic than it seemed and he acted as a supervisor of both inner and outer Ferrari at times; vigna took the Scuderia by his own hands when he came in and rosato was let go; since his role was such an insider role, he is the main suspect for the yapping to the italian press; vasseur's arrival tackled the binotto clan and started to dismantle it; bonus joke about rosato moving to AM.

laurent mekies: he was being prepped to become binotto's successor with his career evolution; vasseur reworked his role inside Ferrari after the restructuring that happened last year; the two studied in the same uni; he had several proposals (f1, fia, alpine/hyvia) in december but vasseur vetoed his exit; vasseur is inquired (probably by the board of directors) on how and why he's taking these choices of breaking up the binotto clan;

david sanchez: sanchez wouldn't have been let go easily with only vasseur's demand, means elkann authorised the move and is behind fred; thus, when vasseur says he has a lot of freedom, he probably means it; it's a matter of recreating the team culture; sanchez's move possibly opens a precedent for later moves: enrico cardille (head of chassis area) is close to his end of contract, yet to see if he is going to be retained as well since he is part of the binotto clan and he was part of the sf23 design team; sanchez fired after discussion w/ charles at training is at the very least interesting (they lowkey imply it was the final nail in the coffin); discussion as to whether Ferrari considers this year finished and must be sacrificed to develop 2024 or not - usually upgrades are anticipated in february according to what engineers might feel the car will require in the upcoming races, but we're yet to see if with the 2023 car will be affected by role changes.

drivers: discussion on their approach to charles and how he felt he could have done more in jeddah if he was ahead of carlos; charles would have indeed inquired elkann on future plans for the team and the structure of Ferrari; they cite that his contract will end in 2024 and lots of teams might try to seduce him for 2025; sainz in an awkward role as no2 but not quite openly, also could rethink his future.

the most interesting thing is the link to gino rosato as the possible leaker (he truly is one of kimi's closest friends, and was in Ferrari for nearly 30 years if you add his two stints up, but then again we never expected stepney to do spygate innit). i saw a few other outlets also name jonathan giacobazzi (executive race manager, whatever the fuck that means) as another possible whistleblower (he was let go together with gino) but i heard of no such thing in this podcast, at least. we'll stay tuned. forza Ferrari!

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steel--fairy · 3 months

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Character Headcanons #6

anyone want 2000 words of originshipping headcanons??? you're getting them anyways.

edit: this wasn't showing up in the tags for a while so i had to take out the links. they'll be in a reblog

getting together

they met briefly when steven was 15 and wallace was 18. wallace was Going Through It tm and taking it out on some rando. steven stepped in, beat wallaces fully evolved pokemon with his two first stages, completely humiliating him in front of a crowd

this spurred a whole mental breakdown character arc for wallace but steven forgot about it like 2 seconds later lmao

very "you took everything from me" "i have no idea who you are"

unfortunately for steven he was forced to remember bc wallace had already been gym leader for several months by the time he got around to the sootoplis city badge

steven only managed to eke out a win through mega evolution because wallace was maybe going a bit too hard for a gym battle, even an 8th badge one

still, wallace apologized for that and their other meeting and they became friends

loose friends. they only really started to talk when steven became champ.

steven was baffled. he'd never had a human friend his age before but he really enjoyed being around wallace. wallace absolutely did not understand rocks but he never made fun of steven for spending hours infodumping

around the same time steven became champ, several others his age became part of the league and suddenly steven had multiple human friends his age???

he really only ever met with winona when with wallace, but he got along famously with sidney and phoebe despite their differences

quickly he realized how he felt for wallace was different than for sidney or phoebe but brushed it aside as the difference between a friend and a best friend

around then wallace started dating winona. wallace did nothing but talk about her those first few months and steven eventually realized he was angry at those convos bc he was jealous. it took another few months for it to click that he was jealous because he liked wallace romantically

decided then and there he would never ever make a move because wallace was happy with winona and planning a future with her

even once they broke up, steven didnt want to try anything because wallace was incredibly upset over being dumped and didnt want to ruin the friendship. plus, the thought of just being a rebound made him sick

wallaces romantic feelings only developed after the breakup. steven was his steady rock (pun reluctantly intended) and they became closer than ever after it.

he only realized steven liked him from sidney, brawly, and phoebe who made a joke about them dating. wallace was like haha yea that could be interpreted as crush-like but stevens always been like that

and they stared at him until he realized what that meant and went oh shit

wallace had always found steven hot but it was in a water is wet sorta way. like yea. wallace had eyes. but he thought it over and came to the conclusion that he wouldnt mind dating steven. itd been enough time after winona that being in a relationship seemed nice.

wallace tried flirting with steven for over a year (and not subtly at all) before deciding fuck it and being direct by kissing him.

steven had brushed off all attempts bc there was noooo way wallace would ever like himmm. the kiss made him rethink that though.

through the flirting phase wallaces feelings of sure why not grew into much more genuine romantic feelings so the kiss came from genuine frustration over steven casually brushing off his feelings

it was a mess figuring everything out but they decided to try dating

everyones response was finally lmao

other

wallace loves using classy petnames (darling, sweetheart, beloved, my love, etc). he will also make up some truly stupid and long petnames when hes in a teasing mood. steven...isnt quite to the point of saying "fellow associate" but he isnt too fond of pet names.

mostly, his romantic words tend to be comparing wallace to gems and rocks. if it were anyone but steven wallace would be very >.> about it, but it is steven so he finds it romantic. somehow. he's not quite sure how either, but its steven.

they're each other's favorite battling partner. at times, their battles seem more like dances because they and their pokemon all know each other so well

they're always trying to find new tactics to surprise the other. at this point it's getting difficult but theres nothing better than the surprise on the others face when one whips out a new move or strategy designed specifically to counter the other. it's a sign of love and how theyre always on each others mind.

eventually, when they move in together its to sootopolis. the city is incredibly important to wallace, and while steven likes mossdeep he doesnt mind moving

he still keeps his house there but its mainly just storage for his rock collection

wallace is aghast at having a house that never has any occupants besides rocks and dirt but steven doesnt see a problem with it

he's not sure how wallace will react to learning about all the penthouse suites and villas in other regions his family own that are occupied only once every few years.

communication is their main struggle as a couple. it wasnt so bad as friends, but wallaces habit of thinking he knows best and stevens habit of ignoring any negative emotion tend to go poorly together.

generally a low pda couple. they can get very handsy in private, but steven is uncomfortable with most pda. wallace isnt a shithead (and also likes keeping his private life private), so he keeps things to simple gestures and petnames.

steven was super nervous about telling other people when they started dating. he knew most of wallaces family but only as wallaces friend and was terrified things would change or they'd be suspicious of him potentially breaking wallaces heart like winona had

nothing major changed. lisia started calling him uncle steven, and juan and beverly gave him a light shovel talk, but that was it.

tbh the worst announcement was to his dad. joseph congratulated them, then immediately asked when they were going to get married and give him grandkids.

steven just walked out of the room.

their main joking argument is acceptable date locations.

steven thinks caves are the perfect date spot. wallace does not and would prefer literally anywhere else.

(he still goes on the cave dates)

steven is the one to propose.

they started thinking about it separately at around the same time, but wallace knew that steven was going to be particular about anything involving stones and metal and left getting a ring (and therefore proposing) to him.

steven was indeed very particular. he didnt hand craft the rings himself, but he did mine the material and give it to his familys go to jeweler alongside a very specific design

their wedding is surprisingly low key. the ceremony is rather small and done in the traditional sootopolitan way

the reception is larger but still not too large or exuberant. a compromise between them.

steven wouldve just gone to a courthouse and done it that way but he knew a party meant a lot to wallace. wallace meanwhile knows steven isnt a fan of huge crowds and parties so he did his best to tone it down and make it more personal.

wallace did basically all the planning. it was his dream wedding. steven said yes dear to any request and assumed it would be flawless (it was)

more of a night in kind of couple. steven isnt a partier and wallace tries not to be anymore so most of their dates tend to be very low key.

steven is a serial blanket thief. wallace usually doesnt mind until its winter

both of their teams get along very well. cradily and armaldo in particular get along well with wallaces water types

steven, stemming from years of pining, is more likely to get jealous if he sees someone flirting with wallace but doesn't dwell on it for long.

wallace meanwhile knows steven doesnt like flirting and that sort of attention so theres little jealousy on his side.

it takes a long while for them to have sex.

stevens ace so its just....not something he feels or gets. plus there were other emotions related to being trans and having sex, plus plus he'd just never done it before and was nervous from that. he knew wallace wanted it, but it took a long while for him to even be comfortable being naked in wallaces presence

wallace isnt ace, and has a decent sex drive, so he was a bit frustrated and took a lot of showers lol. he didnt push steven and more than understood his hesitancy, but oh boy did he want it.

they eventually do the do. it's not something they do a lot (steven is rarely in the right kind of mood for it) but they do it often enough to satisfy wallaces cravings.

they rarely argue. wallace tends to instigate more of the smaller squabbles since he's naturally more confrontational, but they tend to be mundane things solved in minutes

most of their serious arguments revolve around the future. the most commonly reoccurring one is about kids. wallace is very close to his family and 100% wants kids, biological or adopted. steven 100% does not. it takes a long time for them to come to any agreement.

a playlist : )

and also this post I suppose

fankids

speaking of kids lol

these are going off my fankids from here, emmy, mica, and lapis

im still kinda ehh on where they fit in my timeline, or if I'll even add them at all but have the headcanons nonetheless!

all 3 were accidents lol

steven is the dad who caves at the barest hint of puppy dog eyes. if wallace isnt there he *will* be persuaded to have dessert for dinner every night.

wallace, having helped raise lisia, is immune.

conversely, steven is the dad who is stricter during punishments. wallace can be persuaded to knock off a day from a grounding but not steven.

both absolutely spoil their kids rotten. all the toys and electronics and clothing they could ever want. possibly a bit too indulgent, tbh

steven is dad/daddy, wallace is baba

the kids have wallace's last name. steven has a strained relationship with basically the entirety of his family so it was a no brainer to put wallace's surname on the birth certificates.

in raising them, steven is something of a stay at home dad. he works with researching mega stones and mega evolution and a lot of it can be done from home. wallace is champion alongside his guardian duties so hes out more often.

wallace very much makes sure to spend a lot of time with his kids though. his dad being gone a lot for work was something he resented as a kid so he tries not to spend all his time working.

steven took emmy going to school the hardest. wallace had practice with lisia, but steven had barely spent more than a few hours away from emmy until school

names were the absolute biggest argument between them. steven wanted a rock name. wallace refused to name a kid malachite.

emmys name (esmeralda) was a compromise from juan. emerald, a gem, but in paldean as an actual name. it satisfied both so they went with it.

steven gave her the nickname of emmy. he based it off of emerald. wallace just sighed and went with it because it was cute.

mica and lapis were all steven. they originally had other names picked for the twins but wallace got stuck doing champion duties while steven was in the hospital. mildly delirious, highly emotional, and incredibly angry, steven went with completely new names just to spite wallace.

wallace cant even be mad. and as far as rock names go, they arent too bad. at least it wasnt malachite.

cradily and armaldo are the most overprotective of steven and wallaces pokemon. when it comes to children, they see their trainer's kids as their own and it hits something ancient in them making them a little more aggressive than usual

milotic is second. they are her little creatures. she will dragon tail anyone who looks at them wrong.

#pokemon #originshipping #steven stone #champion wallace #gym leader wallace #pie has hcs

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thetardisisnotourdivision · 11 months

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Nathalie didn't betray Adrien in Chat Blanc. Probably.

Ok right I keep seeing posts saying that Nathalie betrayed Adrien in Chat Blanc and it's bugging me. In the scene just after Adrien transforms, Nathalie doesn't immediately tell Gabriel what's going on, she looks shocked, then upset - when she does speak, she stammers (which she's never done before, this is Nathalie we're talking about here) and hesitates. She seems reluctant to tell him that Adrien is Cat Noir, and looks as though she's realised what they've done. She looks horrified. Edit: she literally looks like she's about to cry, if you look at the animation.

Then, when we next see the "past", it's Ladybug and Cat Noir fighting Hawkmoth - but Mayura isn't there. This episode was pre-Ladybug, so if Gabriel had made a Final Plan, Nathalie would definitely have been involved and Mayura would definitely have been there... But she's not. At all. She's nowhere to be found in any of the scenes. I reckon that she and Gabriel probably got into a fight after she heard him say that the Miraculous would "soon be [his]", like in Evolution, and she possibly left immediately, or stayed to look after Adrien, or possibly even did a runner and took Adrien with her. Whatever happened, she's not there and she's not fighting with him.

While she was assisting Gabriel in trying to akumatize Marinette, which was definitely cruel and unjust, this was not targeted at Adrien - Nathalie seems to have a very logical mindset without thinking about the emotional implications of things, so probably wouldn't have realised how upset Marinette and Adrien would be - to her it's just a plan, we see this numerous times throughout the series. Basically I think she would never have betrayed Adrien - even in season one it's fairly evident that she cares about him far more than Gabriel does. She and Gabriel take the reveal of Cat Noir very differently - Gabriel is triumphant whereas Nathalie looks like she's rethinking every choice she's ever made.

This has just been bugging me and as you guys will know I would happily defend Nathalie Sancoeur with my life so I decided to correct it.

#miraculous season 5 #nathalie sancoeur #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #miraculous ladybug #chat blanc #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #Miraculous s3

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jonquilyst · 1 month

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Several weeks ago I wrote how I was writing the hardest part of my story. If you've been following along, by now you can probably guess what that hardest part is: the pairing of Megyn and Jayden.

As I stated in that post (without directly mentioning it), this love arc was planned since the very beginning and was always meant to happen, but it's been a very difficult arc for me to write. This post is pretty long and wordy, so if you want to read about why, then you can read on below the cut:

TLDR: It was super challenging to write Megyn becoming willing to become Jayden's partner because of her trust issues/past trauma and the fact that Jayden was inspired off of a person I ended up breaking up with last summer.

So, this arc was incredibly difficult for several reasons, the first being the challenge of Megyn becoming willing to become Jayden's partner. I wanted their coming together to be rocky. For Megyn to be unsure because she has trust issues related to her trauma growing up, but she would come around anyway. I really had no idea how I would do that until I was actively writing the arc.

I think I've just been afraid of having this go too fast or having this be out of Megyn's character because I've established that it can be incredibly difficult for her to open up to others, but at the same time I wanted her to overcome that and her trust issues/anxiety. For Megyn to realize that Jayden really is a good person to be with and that sometimes, it's okay to embrace change and to try something new

That is what I want the pairing of Jayden and Megyn to be. Megyn opening up, overcoming her trust issues, and embracing the evolution of her relationships. I really, really hope I've achieved in sending this message because I've been pretty insecure about the execution of this pairing for a while now.

Also, I wanted to break stereotypes with Jayden, as he sort of looks like a "bad boy" (esp since he's a POC) when in reality he's an absolute cinnamon roll who just happens to have a mohawk and pierced ears.

The second reason is more personal. Last summer, I had a falling-out with the person that heavily inspired the character of Jayden. I won't get into detail but yes, we were in a (brief) relationship and we were very close, and after everything went down I realized I could no longer go back to being friends with him, so we parted ways.

This experience really changed the way I thought about the eventual pairing of Megyn and Jayden. They were primarily based on what I thought we'd have and now that he's gone, I had to rethink about how I would write about pairing them together. It's been difficult as I grieve the departure of this person. I miss him every day, but I know we're better off apart.

However, even though Jayden is inspired off of a person I no longer talk to, he is still a separate entity and he is NOT this person. I still love Jayden a lot. He's my boi and I knew I wanted to continue on with having him pair with Megyn because again, I had it planned since the very beginning and I felt it wouldn't be fair to him to scrap this arc because he's based off of a person who I fell out of love with.

So yeah, that's why this arc has been so hard for me to write, but I wrote it anyway for the sake of healing from my breakup and for the characters I love very much.

Thank you all for the love and support. I really hope you're looking forward to what I have planned for these two 💖

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2w1ld3st-2dr3ams · 2 years

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𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤?

!!Old Blog repost!!

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaedehara Kazuha, Dom!GN!Reader. Special Guests: Beidou, Crux crew

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, feminization, reader has a cock (real or fake is up to you), there's exposition before Kazuha gets dicked down. Friends with benefits but with feelings, kind of. Use of: slut, cum dumpster, princess, doll, good girl. Fluff at the end

Post Type: One-shot (that went off the planned script and turned out to be longer than expected).

Word Count: 3.7k

Mumbles: This was inspired by a one-off comment on a video I watched once, the video was good. First post on here, hope you enjoy the dream!

The life of an adventurer was a hectic one. You were never in one place for too long and you held very little company close to you. Not everybody could handle the adventurer lifestyle and many people already had established lives and connections that were tied to one place. This meant you often traveled alone, maybe with a few companions that were headed to one of the places you planned to explore next.

You were accustomed to the solitude that your lifestyle brought. It wasn't a depressing loneliness, you were content with your time alone and you treasured your little time with friends. However, you found your situation changing recently. No longer did you travel alone most of the time, now you had a companion; a wandering samurai you had met during one of your expeditions around Teyvat. Kaedehara Kazuha, he told you he was called.

Over time, his company became routine. You'd wake up, get yourself ready to go, and he'd be right beside you by the time your route was chosen and you were taking the first steps onward. It was an unusual change of pace, pleasant nonetheless. You found yourself enjoying his company, despite your apathetic welcome to it at first. Slowly, he managed to integrate himself into every aspect of your thoughts.

You forgot to draw the line, to clarify where exactly you expected your companionship to go. Maybe that's why the nature of your relationship was so fluid. One day, you two could be the best of friends and the next, you two could be looking at each other with nothing else but primal desire behind your eyes. This back-and-fourth, cat-and-mouse, will-they-won't-they game that you practiced also managed to become routine. There wasn't any pressure to label what you had just yet, you just let it evolve and grow as you both saw fit.

The current evolution of your relationship was that of good friends browsing various displays in Inazuma, Kazuha's native land. They were selling a variety of things; from food to decorations, clothing to spices, animals to flowers, everything one could think of. You were admiring a display with a beautiful arrangement of flowers, which the seller remarked were native to Inazuma and very sought after. You mentally counted how much mora you had left and decided to invest in said flowers, you were sure they'd look lovely tangled in Kazuha's hair.

There you went again, fantasizing about Kazuha. Maybe it was time to rethink the direction your relationship was going, you thought. Speaking of him, where did he go? While you were admiring the flowers, he disappeared into the sea of people that was making its way to various stalls. Paying for the flowers, you gathered your things and set out to look for him. You managed to struggle your way to the outskirts of the crowd, looking around for the figure of the samurai.

You found him with a bag in hand, a supposed item of clothing he had bought. He refused to tell you what it was, though. You brushed it off as something unimportant like a new undershirt or something terribly embarrassing. Leaving the festival and thinking back on it, you determined those possible options as unlikely. Surely, after all this time of traveling together, you were bound to be close enough to not feel embarrassed in front of the other. However, Kazuha was Kazuha, as mysterious as ever. You didn't feel the need to pry into whatever it is that he bought, it was such a trivial thing after all.

Although, you would be lying if you said it didn't intrigue you. What could be so bad that it had the Kaedehara Kazuha unwilling to show his closest companion? It was eating you alive by the second just thinking what embarrassing item he could have bought back in the festival. A shout of your name broke off your train of thought, signaling the start of your watch.

The incident was forgotten about a few weeks later. You continued about your life, constantly traveling from point A to point B. With the amount of enemies you ran into, your supplies were decreasing rapidly. You were also running out of mora to buy said supplies, raising alarm and halting your journey to your next destination. You were debating your best action plan when Kazuha caught up to you and, noticing your concentration and having prior knowledge of the situation, decided to speak up.

–If you're so plagued by your troubles, perhaps I could lend a hand? I have a friend, Beidou, who owns a ship. I'm certain she won't mind us two staying there for the time being while we gather supplies back in Liyue. You can help her out on the ship as a thank you.

Well, that sure sounded way better than raiding stray camps and foraging for chests. With your permission now acquired, both of you went to Liyue Harbour to meet up with this Beidou person. Just as Kazuha predicted, Captain Beidou was happy to lend a helping hand to–as she put it– "one of Kazuha's only friends". You found the comment amusing, while Kazuha made a face of faux disappointment at the Captain's antics.

The ship's crew were very welcoming to you, quickly making themselves close acquaintances of yours. You'd keep the Crux in mind if you ever desired a bit of company while you traveled around. After getting settled in one of the empty rooms the ship had, a small yet cozy space that was usually uninhabited, you joined Beidou and the rest of the crew on their walk to the main parts of Liyue. You accepted any commissions you could find there, any odd jobs that offered to pay you kindly were okay in your book. Your strong build and polished combat abilities meant you could do challenging tasks that would surely pay handsomely when completed.

Kazuha knew this too. With your popularity, you'd surely be busy for a while and oh so tired and stressed from all the commissions you'd have to do; maybe a bit drunk as well, it was almost tradition in the Crux to ease of the stresses of travel with some liquor. The stress and the liquor, surely they would cause less restrictions in your behavior, right? It was the perfect situation to execute his wish.

Checking he was truly alone, he started taking off his multiple layers until he was left only in his boxers. He reached for the hidden compartment in one of the room's walls and took out a bag, the one containing the clothing piece he bought way back in Inazuma. He opened the bag, too exited thinking about all the ways you could ravage his body to behave in his usual calm mannerism. Making sure not to damage the actual items (though he wouldn't mind seeing them rip and tear if you were the cause), he pulled out a pair of thigh-high socks. They were tight, enough to make a nice bit of pudge at the top but not too much as to cut off circulation or be uncomfortable. Looking into the bag once more, he pulled out a short skirt that came with the thigh-highs. The skirt was just short enough to tease the outline of his ass and long enough to be able to pull down if he wanted to cover up anything.

Matching the skirt and socks was a crop top. In regular conditions, the shirt could be passed off as decent, if a tad bit too short to wear comfortably. However, the delicate fabric that was used to make the shirt was also see-through, meaning his stimulated nipples were at full display. The last item he pulled out of the bag before tossing it away to some forgotten corner was a collar. The collar was there purely for wish fulfillment, but it did accompany the rest of the outfit very nicely. On the center, there was a hoop that dangled slightly off the collar; it was big enough to hook a finger through, maybe to pull someone closer or command them like a pet. The phrase "play with me" was also engraved throughout the collar, making a full loop around it. Kazuha hooked his finger through the hoop and tugged at it hesitantly.

His tug was weak, full of uncertainty, but oh did the tight feeling on his neck arouse him more than it should. If he felt this exited with his try, how would he feel when you tug harshly at the collar, possibly choking him in the process. He was practically salivating at the thought, but he must keep himself contained until the big event. Adding some finishing touches, he loosened his ponytail and fixed his hair to perfectly frame his face. After mentally looking over his appearance and checking how he looked in an available mirror, he finally made his way over to your bed. He sat down on it, legs tucked underneath him so he was sitting on his knees. Last but not least, he made sure to prepare himself to ask you for this favour.

He valued your friendship and company, he wasn't going to throw it away for one night of pleasure. Though, he saw the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't looking. Your stare was almost primal, a hunger cemented deep in your eyes as you stared him down like predator would prey. The feeling was intoxicating for Kazuha, and he craved every ounce of it he could get. If you were going to see him as prey, he thought, why not present himself as delicious as he possibly could. You'd come back to a full course meal, such an appetizing view that was inviting you to ravage him.

Calming his fantasies as much as he could, he (not so) patiently waited for your arrival. Of course, he informed Beidou about some part of his plan. He wasn't going to tell her about his sexual fantasies involving you of course, but he did allude to a special night that needed preparation. All he asked her was to keep you busy and then leave the ship alone for a few hours. Beidou caught on and, after she got done laughing and teasing Kazuha, she agreed to send you back early after you had gathered enough mora and supplies for the day.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps against the wooden floor of the ship. He straightened himself up more, in the hopes that it was you. He heard a heavy sigh and some tired mumbling outside the door before it was pushed open. You walked in the room, dropping your bag on the ground and going to take of your clothes before you even noticed Kazuha. Your trance like state was broken by Kazuha's voice, which sounded even sweeter than usual to your tired brain.

–Oh, you're back earlier than expected. Did trouble arise during your tasks? You look like you could use a distraction dear, are you alright?

Huh, that's weird. Kazuha had never called you "dear" before. Turning your head towards him, you took a few seconds to register the sight in front of you. There he was, dressed in such revealing clothing that hugged and highlighted his frame perfectly. What caught your attention though, was the thigh-high socks that were squishing his thighs. After almost a minute of silence from both of you, Kazuha internally rethinking his decisions, you went ahead and spoke without thinking.

–Are those, thigh-highs?

Kazuha visibly eased up and chuckled.

–That's the only thing you notice about my attire? I thought you'd be more surprised about witnessing me in this…

What little rationale was left in you was pleading you to ask Kazuha about all of this, what the scene you had walked into meant. Surely, he must've been waiting for someone if he was dressed like that and in full display. Pushing down the wish that he had dressed like this for you, you did the next best thing you could think off and ask him the context of the situation.

–Oh, you don't recognize a gift when you see one? You were very stressed because of the lack of resources we had and I just couldn't let that continue. That's why I'm offering myself to you, let your stress out on me. That is, if you'd like to. If you feel you're not in the desired headspace for a commitment as serious as the one I am implying, then I can gladly get dressed and let you get some rest.

You had to breathe in deeply to calm your arousal. Was he always this forward? He was all dolled up, offering himself to you to help you de-stress and take your mind off your troubles. You'd be lying if you said the sight wasn't enticing, something right out of your dirty fantasies. You got closer to him, your arms caging him against your body and the bed. Leaning forward, lips ghosting against each other, you asked for permission one last time.

You got confirmation in the form of a kiss. Kazuha snaked his arms around your head while he pushed your body against him, smashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and exited manner. You kissed back just as eagerly, pushing him slightly and grabbing his thighs in an iron grip. You made sure to swallow the moans and gasps he was letting out, using the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth and explore to your dick's desire.

Fully climbing onto the bed yourself, you pulled Kazuha closer to you in a way where his ass was now against your crotch. Oh by the power of the Archons, you were bigger than he expected. He gasped loudly at the feeling of your hands groping his ass, squeezing the flesh and surely leaving marks. It wasn't long before he got impatient and grinded down on your bulge. He was panting like a bitch in heat, the sight making your pants feel tighter than they should.

–Already this worked up, princess? Are you that desperate for me?

Your teasing only made him grind harder and pant even more desperately than before. He pleaded for you to call him that again, refer to him as your princess.

–Y-yes! I've waited for this for so long, y-you have no–ah~ idea of how much I've wanted you!

You cursed as his words went straight to your dick. Not satisfied with merely kissing, you began marking and biting his neck. It felt good to unleash desires you've had for so long, finally marking and claiming Kazuha as yours. Your hands traveled everywhere on his body; tugging at his hair, squeezing his ass, playing with his nippled through his shirt, before settling on his thighs once more and positioning them on top of your shoulders.

You bit at top of his thighs first, the are that was pudging from the squeeze of the socks. You made sure to have your fun, kissing and licking at any available space you could find. You had the perfect view of his fucked up state; a barely noticeable bulge on his boxers, hair messy and all over the pillow, eyes rolled back into his skull, tongue lolled out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, body covered in bruises, marks, and bites. You could've finished just from the sight.

–Look at you, all dressed up and pretty for me, princess. Dressing like such a slut just for me, huh? Tell me, did you always dream of me ruining you, doll, using you as my personal cum dumpster?

You pulled him by the hoop on his collar, making his back arch off the bed slightly. He rapidly nodded, saying how he would be honored to be used by you. Anything, as long as it was with you. Your self control broke in that moment. Gripping his skirt, you raised it up to expose his boxers; which had a stain of pre-cum on them. Pulling them off harshly, you began circling the rim of his hole with one of your fingers. While doing this, you also played with his nipples. You twisted and nipped at them while he still had the shirt on, the combination of the fabric and your movements made him delirious.

This was even better than his fantasies! Every one of his senses was filled with you, he was addicted to this feeling. He nearly screamed when he felt you push one of your fingers into his hole, clenching down unconsciously while he tried to stabilize himself. Slowly thrusting your finger in and out of him, you scanned his face for his reactions. You wanted to make sure you weren't making him uncomfortable. He was utterly lost in bliss, a dumb smile on his face as his pupils resembled hearts. The stretch of the second finger felt good, your fingers now doing a scissoring motion to spread him open.

–Ah~ f-fuck! Please, oh p-please just fuck me already! Ngh~ I-I need your cock in me, I need you!

He was going to be the death of you one of these days. Pulling your fingers out of him, you struggled with your pants for a bit before shrugging them off. You rushed to take your boxers off and where about to jerk off when a hand on top of yours stopped you.

–P-please, allow me…

Changing his position, Kazuha was now kneeling on the floor in between your legs. He took your dick in his hands and began stroking it. The sight of your dick in front of him, growing hard and leaking pre-cum, was mesmerizing to him. What if…

He licked the tip, savoring the taste of pre-cum that infected his tongue. Your throaty moan urged him to continue, taking half of your length into his mouth and sucking hard. He bobbed his head up and down slowly, taking more of you down his throat until all of it disappeared into the wetness of his mouth. The moans and slight gagging sounds that came from Kazuha's mouth made the ever-growing knot in your abdomen break, cum filling up his mouth as your thrust into it.

The sensation of your cum shooting down his throat sent him over the edge as well, cumming all over the floor beneath him. Taking your dick out of his mouth, he opened wide to show you. The inside of his mouth was painted with your cum, some of it was dribbling down his lips and chin. Before any more could get out, he closed his mouth and swallowed, making sure to catch any stray drops with his tongue.

He climbed onto your lap, making out with you while rubbing his ass onto your dick. You held him close, gripping his hips tightly and pulling him closer. A particularly whiny moan of your name was enough reason to position him on all fours, chest pressed against the bed and ass on full display. The way you man-handeled Kazuha so easily made him shiver in anticipation

–Alright princess, since you've been such a good girl, how about receiving a reward? How about cumming on my cock, does that sound good?

Kazuha's ass pressing up against your dick was answer enough, if the please and sobs weren't a clear yes already. Grabbing his thighs as leverage, admiring how they looked adorned with the thigh-highs, you slowly inserted your dick into his hole. Kazuha let out a quiet scream, mouth agape as his body trembled beneath you. His skirt, splattered with drops of cum here and there, was pulled over his ass so you could get a good view of your work. Your cock was disappearing into his ass inch by inch, forcing moans and cries out of the samurai's mouth. After giving him a while to adjust to your size, you began trusting in and out of him slowly.

The feeling of him clamping down so tight around you, squeeing you for all you had, was intoxicating. As your desperation grew, so did your pace. You started going faster and rougher, hellbent on breaking your pretty little doll and finishing. You lowered your head to bite at his neck, forming new hickeys and love bites while you continued your rough pace. After some adjusting, you hit a spot that made him scream out in pleasure. His back arched and he begged you to keep going, just like that. Who were you to deny your obedient princess?

Focusing on his prostate, you continued your thrusts, this time kissing down his back and licking up his spine. You could feel the full body shudder he did at this action. Feeling your orgasm approach, you reached around him and started jerking him off to the rhythm of your hips. The combined stimulation broke Kazuha down to a drooling, sobbing, moaning mess.

–I'm s-so~oh Archons I'm so close!

–Let's cum t-together then, princess

With a few more thrusts, you came inside Kazuha, the sensation of being filled pushing him over the edge. You pulled out and carefully laid him down properly, taking a moment to admire his state. His hair was a mess, the outfit he had so carefully chosen for you was torn and stained with cum, his pale skin was covered in bruises and hickeys, his thighs were shaking, his breathing was labored, and his hole was leaking with your cum.

Smiling sweetly down at him, you took a rag from your bag and, after running it through water, and cleaned him up the best you could. After cleaning yourself up, you grabbed some comfortable clothing for the both of you.

–That was…wow. Thank you for that.

Chuckling a bit at his uncharacteristic way of speech, you pulled him close and kissed over the marks you left. After you were done, you sighed into his neck and mumbled a barely audible "I love you" before falling asleep.

Kazuha blushed at your statement. You two would have to discuss the nature of your relationship in the morning. For the time being, he would have to thank Beidou for sending you back early (though he would also have to clean the room or she'd kill him). He could worry about that later, for now, your warmth was drawing him in and convincing him to sleep next to you for a while. Snuggling close to your chest, feeling your heartbeat, Kazuha smiled to himself before he dozed off wrapped in your arms.

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