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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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:::Virgin Killers:::

::CHARACTERS:: Cloud. Sephiroth. Reno. Angeal.

::T.W:: 18+ MDNI. GN! reader Slight coercion (cause they know wtf they doing). Corruption kink. Morally ambiguous lol. little mention of Zack. Daddy kink mention- because its angeal and i-

::AN:: This was on the rise for a minute. I just kinda wanted our heroes to be a little...less so. I had a good time.

:::Cloud:::

Unsuspecting in his endeavors. No one thinks Cloud is "that kind of guy." Likes to use his "brokeness" as an excuse to get into pants of the people that can "save him". Doesn't convince you otherwise. Always gets them a little too drunk, pretends to be a little too vulnerable- pressing out the same spiel of his familial death and his inability to grasp emotions. With a tear or two, he has you hooked too. Bringing you on his lap so he can press kisses into your neck, making sure his tears drag against heated skin for added effect. When the whimpers and sighs get to much, he'll make sure to look at you forlornly. Bright blue eyes with unshed tears asking if you can take the pain away- just for a little while. And who are you to say no to someone whos been through it all. So it doesn't really occur to you, three fingers deep and shuddering into his blonde hair- that maybe he does this to everyone. That he doesn't call you by name when he has you by the waist and he's fucking his hips into you, digging into that spot that makes you start to cry in pleasure. Or even when he whispers "thank you" when he kisses down your spine as he fucks you into the bed, that maybe those words may not mean anything. If it does…well he's not letting you know for awhile. "Come on just one finger, you can take it right? Feel good for me too please?". He thinks that maybe Zack will like this one. He always liked Clouds sloppy seconds.

:::Genesis:::

You think you're funny- you know exactly who he is and what he does. Takes pretty little things like you and politely ruins their lives. But you're playing a game, dancing around and teasing him just so his teeth can ache for a sweet thing like you. One of his little groupies. Initiations and all that. He knows that his little faithful group has to go through a "process", where they have to be in contact with him, even for five seconds to be able to join his loyal fan club. And oh, cute thing you are, you're determined to not just have a 30 second conversation gushing about how much you love "Loveless". And god does the bratty ones always make his hands itch. You've blackmailed him, saying you know what you do with some of the new recruits. And you want that. You want everything. And now aren't you just a greedy thing? Genesis can only grin and huff out a laughter because now that cocky smirk of yours is gone. He's fucked it out of you properly he thinks. Pulling your hips back because- awww are you running? Its too big now? You cant take it? He's just being kind and giving you what you asked for. He was even nice enough to fuck your throat first. Doesn't matter if he's rocking his hips into you a little harder than necessary, or that he's holding your neck down so you don't move and you takes what he gives you. It has him hissing because- shit he loves how tight virgin holes are. Untouched and he just wants to mold his cock around that bratty fuckhole.

:::Sephiroth:::

He wants to feel dirty for using his fame. He does. But it seems to fade away when he slides his cock into another conquest. The chase is always so much fun. How absolute intimidated they look- especially when he gets really close. You're no better, the thought of having The Sephiroth wrecking your insides has you clenching your thighs. And oh was the chase fun. He likes little coy and shy ones- well at least you're acting that way. He can smell how much you want him. Blatantly lying to his face about not liking him and even trying to push him away. But he'll tire of the game, just as he always does, laying ownership over you-if only just for a few hours. First orgasms are always so sweet and he's so addicted. But he likes the fourth, the exhaustion and the bewildered look on you face when you don't think you can come anymore. And now that just wont do. You wanted to play and so you'll play. Doesn't matter if he hasn't fucked you yet, the way you shakily ride his fingers and tongue is enough to get even him to come. Your hips stuttering, not sure where to go or even to place your hands, that's ok he'll help you. Guide you and tell you how good you're doing. He's not giving you his cock, no matter how much you beg. He wants another chance at that pretty hole of yours later. Wants you addicted to him. Plus- he's not trying to break his new toy again.

:::Reno:::

The "I-i've never done this before" Never fails to get his cock immediately hard and rearing to go. There's a threadbare layer of restraint he has when you look up at him all doe-eyed and biting lips as you explain no person has ever touched you. Has to laugh away the hunger when you ask if he can do it. Of course he'll do it. He can deal with the consequences later. But he loves to see your face fall when he says a simple "hm. nope" Making sure to pop the "p". And now your indignant and embarrassed and ah- he really cant hold back anymore. Thinks you're so cute when you shyly cover your face and whine when he slowly fucks into you. He likes to intentionally go too slow so that little things like you can beg him to go faster. The power rush he feels when he does and makes you choke on your plea and seeing your expression change makes him go absolutely feral. Rutting into you, holding your hands above your head so he can see your face, so you cant run from him. He loves the lewd noises your unused hole makes when it feels good. "Come on now, listen, your holes talking to me, saying it feels good- shhh you gotta be quiet so I can hear more" He likes that he can get away with incredibly nasty things that he wouldn't normally get away with. He just likes the uncertainty that crosses your features- because are you supposed to do this? He'll make sure to slide his hips a certain direction so he can hit the spongey spot that makes you see stars and has you forgetting whatever you were even thinking.

:::Angeal:::

His moral ground stands high. He is the one that is the most unsuspecting. Everyone thinks he's a virgin himself. He neither encourages it or denies it. But even he is weak to wiles of the inexperienced. Giving it up to reason as to "save you". That if anyone is going to teach you, well he'd be the best person. And maybe he's thought the same thing to hundreds similar to you, but for right now- lets not talk about them. You're special, he wants to take care of you. Wants you to feel comfortable and ease you into it. Asks if you're ok at least 82 times, as if he cant tell by your expression when he works a finger open. Kisses down your body when you whine at the twinge of pain. Its really to hide his own facial expression of glee at achieving another conquest. Cockwarms you to get used to feeling the shape of his cock, knowing that he's a little bigger than most- the satisfaction that no one will fill you like he does has him thrusting a little inside of you. Your pinched expression and huffing breath has him twitching and leaking. He's shameless enough to look at you when you feel him. Knows he's not embarrassed at all. Praising you with enough words that it forces you to move a little. He's patient, he knows it hurts- even if thats the part that gets him off. Makes him harder when you grab his shoulders and say how much you need him. Need him to help you move. He goes blank then and when he suddenly blinks- he has you in a mating press and you've come twice already. You're absolutely leaking with it now and you're begging him to come. Of course he'll give you his come. Makes sure to always come inside, even when you're hiccupping and wiggling away- "shhh its ok. Let daddy make you feel good- i'll take care of you."

Keke~

#FF7 #ff7 remake #ff7 crisis core #ff7 rebirth #final fantasy headcanon #sephiroth x reader #ff7 x reader #ff7 cloud #cloud x reader #ff7 genesis #genesis x reader #angeal hewley x reader #ff7 angeal #reno sinclair #ff7 reno #reno x reader #thithesandofferings #ffvii rebirth #ffvii x reader

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siickwithsadness · 9 months

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posting this for anyone who doesn't have AO3 <3

this is from last month and it's a bit of a shitpost so I wanted to post this before I get to the good stuff. enjoy!

Disgust rolled her eyes at Joy as she watched the yellow emotion break down in another laughing fit as Riley watched various TikTok videos of poorly-made memes such as cats meowing to the beat of the music and manipulated videos of Burger King commercials with low-quality music in the background for the umpteenth time this week. Ever since Riley was given permission to download the app, Joy had made sure to save every single video she found even slightly humorous to Riley's phone- which, considering that she bursts out laughing when leaves fall on the ground, was a pretty long list.

Disgust covered her ears as Joy's laughing reached a crescendo, and the rest of the emotions soon followed suit.

"Oh my god Joy, it is NOT that funny" Disgust hissed, backing out of the way as Anger flared up and Fear jumped three feet in the air in shock.

Joy pulled herself off the floor and composed herself, turning to face her. A wide grin spread across her face. "Oh come on! It might be stupid, but it's funny! Have some fun and quit being so uptight!"

Disgust huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms. "You can have as much "fun" as you want, as long as you don't shatter my eardrums with your incessant laughing."

It was Joy's turn to roll her eyes this time, ignoring her as she propped her elbows on the console and turned back to the screen.

Riley scrolled to another video. This time a picture of a loaf of bread spun in circles while a distorted version of "blurred lines" played in the background.

Joy clamped her hands on her mouth as she attempted to choke back her laughter, on the verge of exploding into another laughing fit.

Disgust glared at her from her place at the console. "Don't you dare ," Disgust threatened, staring daggers into the yellow emotion.

Joy choked before momentarily gaining control of herself, but it was evident to all of them the dam was about to break. Much like Anger couldn't control his temper and Sadness couldn't stop herself from crying, it was only a matter of time before the embodiment of happiness could prevent herself from laughing.

Another video popped up, this time with a bass-boosted fart played over a car crash.

"DON'T-" Disgust didn't get to finish her sentence as Joy burst into another uproar of laughter, losing control of herself and spraying spit all over the buttons on the console, causing Disgust to throw herself away from it and letting out a scream as she frantically fanned herself in discomfort.

"EW!!! JOY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU????" She screamed at the emotion who was currently laughing too hard to hear her. Not like she was paying attention to her anyways.

Joy fell to the ground again, gasping and wheezing as she rolled on the floor.

Disgust rubbed at her temple and wondered what in God's name did she do to have to be stuck with these idiots. Then turned to Sadness who was watching Joy with a small smile on her face. "Honestly, what do you even see in her?"

Sadness perked up, slightly startled as the green emotion suddenly put the spotlight on her. "I- um, well... she's sweet.. and... caring... and.... she’s kinda hot too..." She whispered, her eyes widening as soon as she realized what she just said.

Disgust whipped around to the blue emotion, giving her a look that said "did you just say what I think you said?"

Sadness began to backtrack, a blush spreading across her face as she attempted to cover up her hidden affection for the yellow emotion, who was currently still engulfed in a laughing fit. "Uh... I mean.. s-she's really…. pretty?" Sadness mentally slapped herself and wished a black hole would come in and take her now.

Disgust turned to Joy, who was still rolling around wheezing on the ground, and waved a hand in front of her face. “You heard what your girlfriend said about you?"

Joy pulled herself off the floor and on her feet, still giggling slightly. She glanced at Sadness, who was attempting to hide in her sweater. Joy laughed at the sight, throwing her arm around her and resting her head on hers. "What did you say about me, Sadness?"

"Nothing," Sadness quickly replied, turning her head away from her and silently praying that she would just drop the subject. But, unfortunately for her, Joy never seemed to know when to quit, even when she needed to.

"Aw, don't be like that!" Joy pressed. "I bet it was something sweet, right, blueberry? "

Sadness' blush worsened thanks to Joy's pet name for her. "I.. said you were pretty. That's all." Sadness mumbled, hoping Joy would buy it.

"Actually, she said you were hot ." Disgust interrupted, her arms crossed with an evil smile on her face, smirking at the horrified look Sadness gave her before burying herself deeper into her sweater to the point where they couldn't see her eyes anymore.

Joy's eyes widened, shocked that the quiet and timid emotion who usually stumbled over her own words when trying to compliment her and blushed dark blue when Joy would hold her hand had enough courage to call her hot in front of her.

Joy's smile widened, turning her girlfriend around to face her and pulling her sweater back down to its original position before grabbing her face and kissing her on the forehead.

"Do you think I'm hot, sweetie?" Joy teased, her smile growing wider as Sadness' cheeks darkened in hue while refusing to make eye contact. Sadness mumbled something unintelligible that Joy didn’t quite catch which caused her to laugh. “Telllll meeee…” Joy urged, bringing Sadness’ face close enough that their noses were touching.

Sadness made an attempt to escape, which failed since Joy was gripping onto her as if she’d melt through the cracks on the floor or dissolve into thin air if she didn’t. Since when the hell did she become so strong?

Sadness felt like her face was on fire, and much to her discomfort, Joy persisted, taking advantage of the fact that Sadness couldn’t ever bring herself to say no to her, as if she would ever want to in the first place. “Tell me tell me tell me tell meeee-”

Sadness couldn't hold it in any longer. “Okayfineithinkyou’rehot canyoustopnow?!” Sadness cried, pulling away and covering her ears as Joy squealed in delight. The others audibly groaned, which fell on deaf ears as Joy danced around like she won a contest while Sadness stared at the ground wishing some external force from the outside world would interrupt them so that they could forget about this. Sadly, nothing came to rescue her.

Sighing in disappointment when she realized nothing was gonna distract her from this, Sadness glanced up awkwardly at Joy, who wore a mischievous smile on her face, with a glint of something in her eye that Sadness couldn't quite place. "I knew you couldn't resist me!" Joy exclaimed, spinning around and smirking at her, taking immense pleasure in watching the other girl squirm in discomfort.

Sadness covered her face with her hands, desperately trying to keep herself from smiling. "Joy, stop..."

Disgust faceplammed. "Can you two go five minutes without obsessing over each other?!"

Anger peeked over at Disgust from behind his newspaper and gave her an annoyed glare. "Don’t waste your breath. They've been wrapped around each other ever since they got back from Long Term Memory. You couldn't pry them off with a crowbar."

Joy rolled her eyes at them both and leaned down to sling her arm around Sadness, whose face was still on fire. "Oh come on guys, this is what you do when you love someone!"

Disgust made a face in, well, disgust, and flipped her hair, which smacked Fear in the face. “Well, luckily I don't love anyone.”

Anger scoffed, placing his newspaper on the table beside him and getting up from his spot on the couch. “The only thing Disgust cares about is collecting hoards of free makeup samples and jumping on the next fashion trend that’ll blow over in two weeks.”

“Well at least I don’t leave crumpled up newspapers on the floor and light Headquarters on fire like you do!” Disgust quipped.

“Oh, you want to go, missy?!”

“Don’t even get me started-”

“GUYS, STOP!!!!” Joy yelled, putting herself in between them to avoid any more conflict, but to mostly make sure that Anger did, in fact, not light anything (or anyone, especially Fear) on fire.

“The point is, sometimes, when you love another person, you do things for each other that you don’t do with anybody else, and… sometimes, you get to do special things for them!”

Anger let out a humorless laugh while Disgust looked like she was two seconds away from launching herself out of Headquarters. “Yeah. special things . I'm sure you do a lot of special things for her that we don’t need to know about.”

“Yeah. Count me out. Love is gross. Do whatever you want, but keep it far away from me.” Disgust said, picking up a nail filer and sitting beside Anger on the couch.

Joy waved them off dismissively and returned to holding her girlfriend close to her. “Whatever, at least I got my blueberry here so I can smother her with as much love as I want!!” Joy’s heart doubled in size when she looked down and found Sadness smiling up at her.

Before Sadness could say anything back, the five of them turned their attention back to the screen once they saw that Riley had scrolled to another video, which happened to be a video of a Family Guy meme of Carter Pewterschmidt singing while rearranging furniture. This, according to Joy, was hilarious; causing her to let out yet another roar of laughter.

Disgust threw her hands up in frustration, having had enough of this. “That's it. I can't do this anymore. Goodbye.” she growled before stomping off.

Sadness sighed, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and adoration for the emotion wrapped up in her arms.

“This is why I love you.”

#I'm silly hehehe #:3 #joyness #joy x sadness #sadness x joy #joy and sadness #inside out joy #joy inside out #sadness inside out #inside out sadness #inside out #inside out disney #fanfiction

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pandesalarchives · 2 years

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i could hear their voices through the loud sounds coming from the pair of earphones plugged in my ears. i had a hard time figuring out whether they were arguing or talking behind my back like usual— and perhaps it was both. as much as i could endure, i ignored them, i ignored the thoughts piercing through my head the way an arrow would pierce an apple.

and to do that, i had to let out a deep breath with eyes wandering all over the place. it suddenly made me feel nostalgic followed with the not so happiest memories there is to keep and reminisce.

it never changed, not the walls that was covered in colorful lines and illegible writings that has grown holes here and there. as a child, i learned my first word within these walls yet i grew up to forget all of them and went mute. i couldn't bring myself to speak, not in front of all these people who turn my words toward me like knives, stabbing me a hundred times enough to kill the same shattered enthusiasm i struggled to pick up from the floor of the messy roon that my younger self had.

then again, they may have taught me how to speak but not for myself.

it felt as if i had nowhere to go, not in the living room where i would constantly meet familiar faces that one day just turned into strangers whose presence would send me wanting to dig my own grave, not in the bathroom where i would want to spend hours without having to think of anything but how to get rid of the obnoxious lines written upon my wrists— scrubbing hard enough that i could feel the peeling of my skin, and most especially not in the kitchen where the knives would constantly flirt with me and seduce my weak emotions to add these collection of intersecting lines.

each second was me desperately trying to fight the repressed demons that used to be under my bed but are now living in the depths of my mind, muttering chants i understood in a way that no word could come equal.

i hated it whenever they would cry, talking in trembling voices, soft and warm— so much that it could as well burn me alive before the hell's flame could. and everything would be my fault.

but that was an old sensation i forgot about, neither guilt nor remorse came to hunt me anymore while tears that turned into red paint escaped the tail of their eyes, widely staring at me but without the same judgement it used to hold against me. it was refreshing to finally get ahold the freedom i have been longing for, one where i don't have to deal with their sharp words tying my hands behind and leaving me helpless, not with their lips ripped to a sweet smile that used to torment me in silence sewed together.

this is what all the heavy sighs i tend to give when frustration gets out of hand meant. it's funny how the tables have turned upside down with my palms covered in thick blood i couldn't recognize to whose exactly belong— perhaps it could be mine as well.

i used to wonder where the noise inside my head was coming from with these quiet walls surrounding me. and as i face the mirror, i finally learned the answer.

[still from the film the blue hour]

#blue hour #write #literature #writing #art #poetry #prose #writer #poet #repressed #emotions #blue

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moonpie-mars · 2 years

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UNDERMARS - chapter 3, "save"

As the two little humans walked through those ruins, carefully following the explanation of each puzzle, they began to realize how dangerous the place was as well as beautiful. They were confused when they saw a dummy in front of them and approached him to understand what it was made of.

"Don’t pay too much attention to that, it’s just a dummy for training." The goat said, smiling and continuing to walk. "If you should ever find monsters that want to attack you, leave them to me."

Frisk smiled instantly at the dummy, finding it funny, while Chara studied it from head to toe, finding it… useless. They kept walking without thinking about anything else until the wide-shouldered guy turned to look at them after a few minutes. His ears twitched, almost as if he was hearing something.

"Go ahead, you’ll be home in a few minutes. I need to see if anything happens." He stated, walking away.

Chara and Frisk looked into each other’s eyes, not knowing what to do at that point, but continued to walk fearlessly hand in hand.

"Chara… I’m tired," the blue muttered, who still had only one HP left.

The twin sighed as he looked at him. "I know… hang in there a little longer, maybe we'll find anything that might help you, okay?" They found themselves in front of a little table with candies on it, there was written -take one-. Frisk reached for a sweet, but Chara grabbed his hand and stopped him. "What if they are poisonous?" he asked, worried. Frisk looked at him, not knowing what to say, but then sighed and shook his head.

"You’re paranoid…" He muttered, following him to the exit of that room.

They continued through the small corridors, completed different puzzles, and avoided fighting monsters in order not to mess up anything. Only one creature challenged their patience, or more specifically, Chara's patience. He was a ghost who was lying on the ground to prevent them from passing.

"… I'll tell him-" "But he’s asleep, Chara!! Maybe he’s tired…" "He’s a ghost, ghosts don’t get tired." "How do you know?" "Frisk, he’s dead with a sheet on his head. How could a blanket be tired?" "Don’t call it that!!! That’s offensive!!!"

That’s when they both saw that ghost on the ground change color and turn blue. They heard him crying and they saw his tears coming out of the two holes that were supposed to represent his eyes.

"Oh, now the sheet is blue- OUCH!" Chara yelled, receiving a small nudge from his brother. Frisk cautiously approached the little ghost and sat right in front of him. "Hi… I’m Frisk. Why are you sad?" he asked quietly.

The ghost straightened up, looked at Frisk, and sobbed once again. "Nobody wants Napstablook as a friend!!!!" he nearly screamed.

"You’d have friends if you didn’t cry so much." Chara muttered, leaning against the wall, and Frisk glared at him.

"W-What Chara is trying to say is that you would be more handsome if you didn't cry!! Who isn't more beautiful with a smile on their face?"

Napstablook looked at Frisk and shook his head quickly. "No! He’s right! My friends left because I'm a crybaby !!" He said, continuing to cry even bigger tears.

"But I believe they made a huge mistake; you seem to be a really sweet and lovable ghost; I would love to be your friend, and I'm sure my brother does as well!!" And he turned to face Chara. "Right, brother?" he asked, emphasizing the words and continuing to stare at him.

"Yeah, sure, as he said." He had to say while crossing his arms over his chest.

Napstablook's tears stopped, and after a few seconds, he became yellow, and his eyes took a happier shape. "I've made friends!!!" He flew around them, shouting happily. "I'm going to tell everyone!!!"

And there he was, a little yellow ghost flying through the ruins, telling every monster how happy he was to have new friends. Frisk stood up, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Chara.

"What? You’re the empathic one, not me!" he said, chuckling.

"You’re evil." He muttered, obviously not thinking that, and walked away.

"Come on, Frisk!! Don’t leave your lovely empathetic twin alone!" the red called after him.

"No, I don't want your hand! You can walk all alone! You deserve it!" "I’ll cry if you talk to me like that!" "Karma."

They finally arrived in front of a strange dead, completely black tree, and its aura was disturbing. In front of it was a shining and bright light; Frisk was the first to put out his hand, and a black message appeared in front of him.

-HP fully restored-

"Oh wow!!!" he said, looking at his HP and then at Chara. "Touch it too!" he said. Though sighing, Chara touched that light.

-CHARA lv.1 | save?-

"Weird… I didn’t see that…" Frisk muttered, getting close to his twin.

Chara thought about it for a couple of seconds, after which he saved it as requested. "Level 1…" he whispered to himself.

"Oh, humans, you have arrived." From behind the tree, they saw the goat again, this time without armor. "Fortunately there is no danger here in the ruins, so follow me."

"Wait," Chara called back, and then she pointed her twin finger. "how do we know… we can trust you?"

The monster laughed as he stared at the little human. "Oh…I would have killed you if I wanted to." He murmured it as he opened the door and allowed them in. "There's a guest room on the right; make yourself comfortable." And he left them there so he could move to the left side of the house, most likely to the kitchen.

Chara and Frisk took a glance around and had to agree that the house was lovely and peaceful, and somehow, they weren't worried about being attacked. They walked around the home for a bit, stopping in the right corridor to better examine the furniture.

"Oh look, a mirror!" Frisk immediately approached it to look at him and passed a hand through his hair hoping to remove the dust. Chara approached it as well, sighing at how filthy his face was because of the dust and the dirt.

Frisk burst out laughing and placed his hands on the twin's cheeks to clean them. His eyes, however, were pulled to the door behind Chara, where -guests- was written; so, the blue one didn't hesitate and opened it. The room was yellow and decorated with paintings, games, teddy bears, and bookshelves. But it was the bed that captured their attention.

Chara almost fainted at its sight. "Finally," he said softly before jumping on it. Frisk followed soon after, standing next to him, and they stared up at the ceiling for a little.

"Does your head still hurts…?" Chara asked, not looking at the twin.

"No… what about yours …?" he asked shortly after. He saw the head of the red moving horizontally and then didn't say anything more.

"Promise me to… be careful, okay? I don’t want to lose you as I did for-… I-I don’t want to lose you."

Frisk turned to look at him and hugged him. "You won’t lose me Chara, I promise." He whispered. "… I love you, you're the best brother in the world."

"… I love you too."

They stayed in each other's arms for a while, until their eyes closed and they both fell into a deep but well-deserved sleep.

#undermars #undertale alternate universe #undertale #undertale au #asgore #frisk #chara dreemurr #napstablook

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saraloveliness-blog · 2 years

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I Wish that I Had Duck Feet by Dr. Seuss writing as Theo. LeSieg illustrated by BTOBEY

!!This book is sort of funny if you have a cheesy sense of humor!!!

!!This book, unlike many engaging children’s picture books, is actually a fun book to read aloud to kids!!!

Now for the unpleasant, “suckable” aspects of this classic:

I hate the revelation I received from this book about human nature. It would be cool to have duck feet right? Not if your mom won’t even let you walk on your duck feet in your own home. It would be cool to have an elephant’s trunk right? No. Then your dad will make you clean all the cars and windows. And if you had a cool long tail, your childhood nemesis gone use it to tie you to a tree. (Sorry for the bad grammar.) Other people suck. Here’s why: It doesn’t matter what characteristics you want to have or what you want to be; what impacts your quality of life is how other people respond to your characteristics. I don’t want to worry about other people. I never have when considering what characteristics I wanted to have. This book has shown me that a stupid fictional kid who wants to have duck feet has more empathy, more imagination, and more shrewdness than I have ever had. LORD sweet Jesus, help me to consider other people’s responses to the world of possibilities within my own rectum. I am trying not to cuss on this blog.

At the end of the book, he comes to the conclusion that being a regular human boy will suit him just fine. Theo, Theo, this is not a happy ending. It is more boring than, “They all lived happily ever after.” Of course he is best adapted as a human boy to his human boy environment. I’m pretty well adapted to my parents’ “palatial estate.” Which leads to the fact that a boring setting shapes you into a boring person. Theo, he could have gone to outer space. He could have gone into the jungle. There was so much imagination in this book and so little development, which leads to the fact that I am retarded.

3. Now for the poetic application: Long ago, I wrote, “I would I were.” Now I am going to imagine how other people would respond if I were my woulds.

I would I were a blessing

In gaudy floral raiment dressing. ---- People would criticize my terrible fashion sense and then lie and say, “I ain’t say that.” Then I would cry and get upset because either I’m hallucinating, or my cohorts are lying parcels of nasty.

I would I were a light

Guiding even seekers who’ve lost their sight. --- Blind seekers cannot see my photons and I am useless.

I would I were enthusiastic, refulgent, and true

Always thinking gorgeous thoughts of pink and blue. --- Don’t happy people who tell the truth when it is not wanted tend to get on people’s nerves?

I would I were a gardener planting the seeds

Of righteous orange and purple dares and deeds. --- I like orange. Most people do not. Dares are for stupid teenagers. Alas, I was in my twenties when I wrote this. I was an idiot then too. I tried to do the above by taking a homeless couple into the palatial estate. My family was not enthused.

I would I were loving and good

Prancing through the sylvan acre in the nude. --- Loving and good, raped and misunderstood, locked up and out of my hood.

Loving and feeding the homeless and sick,

Blessing and praying for the dead and the quick. --- I tried to do the above with a good friend who was both homeless and sick and slapped his face when he suggested that we shag like mammals (my words not his). Possibly because of this, he hates my guts and thinks I am racist. I prayed for people at the mental health center. I would spend hours staring down at the caseload and praying for people on it. I prayed my way into poverty and unemployment --- and sent ugly emails, and screamed at my supervisor, apparently, praying for people without blessing them is a little like a drek sandwich with no bread next to some artificial sunflowers. Artificial sunflowers are cool, but the scent of butt hole is more overpowering.

I would I were adroitly bada--

Running over with profanity and sass,

Sharp tongued like the wicked Auntie Mame.

I would I were anything but lame. --- Some things are best left in the imagination and never manifested.

I would I were a bubbly librarian. --- Been there. It was the best, except for bungled programs, bad kids, and people complaining about how loud WE were, since I was louder than the kids.

I am bored and do not feel like “explicating” the rest of this vomit poem. Go happy, imaginary readers.

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i shouldn’t even be thinking it, much less writing it down

a playlist for the thirteen letters + the long way around or, bucky’s writing in not easily conquered, by dropdeaddream and whatarefears

{ 8tracks | spotify }

Anyway, Jesus — I shouldn’t even be thinking it, much less writing it down. I used to love you so sweet, the way kids love, the way I was supposed to. Then it turned greedy and true.

1. this is the last time / the national

when i lift you up you feel / like a hundred times yourself / i wish everybody knew / what's so great about you

Now everyone — the whole world, I guess — can see just what it is you’re made of.

2. a drop in the ocean / ron pope

i’m holding you closer than most / ‘cause you are my heaven

You’re especially heaven for a sinner like me.

3. smother / daughter

in the darkness i will meet my creators / and they will all agree / i’m a suffocator

They fucked me up, but I don’t ever wanna tell you just how bad. I won’t even now, don’t even want to think those things in your direction.

4. grand canyon / drive by truckers

it’s this life that we chose / that made it all worth living / through the horrors that life throws

So if we ever get out of this frozen wet hell we’re going out to the Grand Canyon. I tell you, I dream of the Grand Canyon.

5. is there somewhere / halsey

i try to refrain / but you’re stuck in my brain / all i do is cry and complain / because second’s not the same

She’s your true north. I know what that means, because you’re mine.

6. 10 am, gare du nord / keaton hensen

please do not break my heart / i think it’s had enough / pain to last the rest of my life

Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible.

7. robbers / the 1975

i’ll shoot him if that’s what you ask / but if you just take off your mask / you’d find out everything has gone wrong

Turns out that you’re still my favorite hiding place. Funny, too: turns out there are scarier things in the dark than vampires.

8. breezeblocks / alt-j

please don’t go / i’ll eat you whole / i love you so, i love you so

You make me hungry. You understand? You make me hungry.

9. heavy head / elder brother

don’t threaten me with better times / you ask me what our future holds / i’ll dig a hole and i’ll say let’s go

I should die out here. I’m the kind of guy who’s not meant to go back. I try to imagine a life after this and it just won’t come.

10. for me this is heaven / jimmy eat world

you can lose yourself in your courage / when the time we have now ends / when the big hand goes round again / can you still feel the butterflies? / can you still hear the last goodnight?

Right then I didn’t tell myself any stories. I was dying, and I was glad it was happening while I was next to you.

11. big black car / gregory alan isakov

love to just get into some of your stories / me in all my plain jane glory

I’m the story that’ll never get told, but that doesn’t bother me much. They’ll remember you, which is as it should be.

12. safe / the airborne toxic event

we can’t slow down now / this road’s not safe for driving

Some people are good at math and some people are good at art, but me, I’m good at shooting, and it scares me right to the bone the things I’d do for you.

13. i can feel your pain / manchester orchestra

‘cause i can feel your pain / in my bones, in my bones / and i can feel your pain / deep in my bones, deep in my bones

You look at me with those blue eyes all hot and electric in your face, blood on your cheek, soot smudged over your nose. Bone of my bones.

14. jesus christ / brand new

well jesus christ i’m not scared to die / i’m a little bit scared of what comes after

Hell is right here, and I’ve been damned for a long time.

15. the engine driver / the decemberists

and i am a writer, writer of fictions / i am the heart that you call home / and i’ve written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones

You don’t need me. Doesn’t mean I’m not still afraid for you, not scared shitless that this world is gonna eat you alive.

16. samson / regina spektor

you are my sweetest downfall / i loved you first

But I loved you first.

17. second chances / needtobreathe

if time can break us, can it make us strong? / ‘cause seldom second chances come along

This story has been unbelievable and strange, but maybe this is the most unbelievable and strange part of all: I never forgot him, not really.

18. be the young (acoustic) / yellowcard

and i can’t believe my eyes / you are still here next to me / all i need, you’re all i see / in this life we hope to find

Even though I lost his specifics, his nose, his brow, I somehow knew that he lived safe and far away, and that knowledge alone was my comfort.

19. work song / hozier

no grave can hold my body down / i’ll crawl home to her

It’s why the grave couldn’t keep me in, sweetheart.

20. a way to you again / peter bradley adams

and every moment i thought of you / is written right there in my eyes / over and over / i got lost in my head / and i found the way to you again

I’ll always come back from the dead for you.

#IS THIS TOO LONG ???#sorry #stucky #not easily conquered #the thirteen letters #nec #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #captain america #edits nec #edits fanmix #edits fanfic #edits marvel #long post

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maries-gallery · 3 years

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I'm encouraging you to write for Tokyo Revengers so this is my request baby.

Give me some Naoto thoughts.

Sun, you are an evil little minx and I love you. Okay but this is my very first Tokyo Rev request... so don't be too harsh.

Genre : nsfw, mdni

Warnings : Impact play, fingering, gagging, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, bondage, dacryphilia, daddy kink, female bodied reader

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the cold metal of his handcuffs bites the soft skin of your wrists. And he can’t help but smile as he looks down at you, contented smile curving his lips as you rest on his laps. His hand rests on your ass, soothing the previous spank he laid on your reddening skin, your pretty lips wrapped around his fingers. He finds it quite funny how you still attempt to cry out his name when all you can do is gag and choke on his digits as he shoves them down your throat. Always so vocal, aren’t you ? Such a filthy mouth.

Tentatively, he pulls them out.

“What did you say, princess ? Couldn’t quite hear you.” He teases, voice gentle to hide the mirth dancing in his eyes.

You pant, a lustful sob spilling from your lips, music to his ears, “Please-Please, daddy- Can’t anymore-” You plead, appealing to him with your best puppy dog eyes. And hope swells in your chest as he silently gazes down at you, seemingly considering you.

Only for his palm to fall on the curve of your bum for another merciless punishment, shoving his fingers down your throat before you can utter another silly suggestion.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips. He does such a good job at ignoring your throbbing cunt and shamelessly grinding hips. And he loves how he always manages to get you weeping for his touch, such a sweet little slut for him.

“I’m afraid I’m not done yet.” He relents, fingers idly parting your folds to circle your dripping hole.

A shiver courses up your spine as cold air nips at your heat. You wiggle on his laps, aching for the comfort of him inside of you, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the simple thought of his cock between your glistening folds.

A moan slips from you, drowned out by his other pair of fingers still in your mouth. Humiliation would almost cripple inside of you as saliva dribbles down your chin if it wasn’t for your fuzzy mind. Any coherent thought long gone after an hour in this position, begging for him to give you a taste of your release.

He shakes his head dismissively, light blue eyes shadowed over with lust as he gazes down at your cunt, so perfect.

“You’ve been a very bad girl today, princess. Making daddy all needy when he still had so much work to do...” He muses quietly, two digits absentmindedly slipping inside of your warmth. “You just never learn, do you ?”

Your eyes flutter shut as he skilfully caresses your velvet walls, knowing exactly where to prod at to get your toes curling and insides twirling. Scalding warmth coils in your stomach with each stroke over your sweet spot, only encouraging him to pump his fingers in and out of you, the loud squelch of your pussy embarrassingly loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“Dad-Daddy-” Yo manage to choke out. A loving smile on his lips as he observes you losing yourself in the pleasure only he can provide.

“Shhh, keep quiet, baby girl.” He shushes you, thumb circling your clit. “You asked for it, didn’t you ? You’ve been sweet for daddy, taking your punishment like a good girl.”

Your mind swirls as his praises grace your ears, his voice the only thing keeping you down to Earth. Your walls flutter around him, only encouraging him to fuck your cunt harder, mercilessly flicking your clit.

Your head shoots up, electricity jolting through your veins as blinding warmth fills your insides. His thrusts and dancing finger enough to send you toppling over the edge of your orgasm. Naoto continues to pump his digits in and out of you all throughout your high, gently welcoming you back down.

“There we go.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “An orgasm for my pretty girl.”

@helloitsmedina you told me you liked him so-

#sun<3 #thirsts #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader smut #naoto x reader #naot smut #naoto tachibana x reader #naoto tachibana smut

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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marvelslut16 · 3 years

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The one with two Pietro’s

Pairing: Pietro x reader, Wandavision!Pietro (Peter Maximoff) x reader FORCED

Synopsis: you find yourself in Westview living with Wanda, Vision, the boys, and your boyfriend Pietro. But happens when you start to remember your Pietro and figure out what Wanda’s doing to you and everyone else?

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Swearing I think. Angst. Fluff if you squint. Mind control. Forced relationship. Briefly mentions the idea of a forced magical pregnancy. Bullet wounds. Death. Grief I suppose. Mentions pmsing. The over use of italics. Kinda feel like I make Wanda a psychotic asshole. SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION!

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written, if you can really call it dark. Writing for Wandavision was a fun little challenge. Takes place in the 90′s so my title is a reference to friends, and so is a tv show character I use in the one shot. Pretend Evan Peters’ hair isn’t that blonde cause I will always see him with the silver he has in xmen and wrote him as such.

"Vision, that's not my Pietro," you mutter in horror to your friend as the two of you stand in the kitchen.

You’re not quite sure what makes you say it, but you’re glad you do when you glance at the new Pietro in the living room, he's been playing video games with Tommy and Billy for close to an hour now. He's sweet and funny, but he's just not your Pietro.

"I'm afraid not, (Y/N)," Vision's voice is sullen, but he's glad you're not in on Wanda's mind games. Unless you are, and this is just another way for Wanda to mess with him. He’s not quite sure what’s happening, but he knows from what you’ve reminisced in passing to him about Pietro on nights when Wanda isn’t in the room, that that’s not the Pietro you know and love.

"Oh my god," you murmur, hand coming to your mouth as little bits and pieces of memories race through your head. The genuine pain, horror, and sadness that cross your face make it obvious to Vision you're being manipulated like everyone else, even if you are Wanda's oldest friend. "My Pietro, he had an accent."

Your knees buckle when you hear his native accent saying his catchphrase in your head, 'you didn't see that coming.' Vision rushes to your side to help you stand more firmly.

"His face was longer, hair a white blonde not silver, his body more toned, and he had gorgeous blue eyes- bluest eyes I've ever seen," you grip onto Vision's arms as you imagine moments with your Pietro.

You grew up in the cell beside his and Wanda's, immediately forming a sisterly connection with her at a young age while Pietro hated you. He would tease you, pull on your pigtails, and steal some of your food on the off chance you three were eating outside of your cells. Over the years the teasing turned to flirting, and your dislike for him turned into a huge crush.

One night-a night you can normally remember with full clarity- after Hydra fell and before Ultron, the two of you were out on a walk, much to Pietro's chagrin. You were telling him about this new book that you were reading and how the characters annoyed you so because they were obviously in love but wouldn't admit it. Pietro zoomed in front of you, causing you to smack into his chest and almost fall to the ground, you would have if not for Pietro's arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close to his toned chest.

The wind was blowing his hair into his eyes ever so slightly, so without thinking you reached up to move it out of his face and away from his eye. The small act of tenderness that you had displayed caused Pietro to give into his desires, he leaned in and his wind chapped lips descended onto yours. You melted into the kiss, clinging tightly to his biceps to ground you. One of his hands slipped down from your waist to squeeze your ass, the other wrapped more tightly around your waist and kept you anchored to him.

"I love you, Printesa, I have since we were kids," he admits when you pull apart for air, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I love you too, Quicksilver," you use the superhero nickname he gave himself when you were twelve. He grins before attaching his lips to yours once more, it was an unforgettable kiss that filled you with warmth and hope for your future.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Vision's voice brings you back to reality, or whatever this is.

"No," your voice cracks as you remember the last kiss Pietro planted on your lips, right before he protected Clint. The memory that still haunts your dreams, seeing him with all those bullet holes and knowing there was nothing you could do to save him. "What kind of person forgets the love of their life? I'm a terrible person Vis!"

"No you aren't (Y/N)," the sincerity in Vision's voice makes you really believe him. "Wanda's doing this, she didn't want you to remember."

You gasp as another memory floods your mind. You had agreed to go on a road trip with Wanda after being resurrected from Bruce's snap and defeating Thanos. You both wanted a break, or so you thought.

Wanda had stopped right when you had passed the entrance into Westview, she claimed to be checking her directions when you asked why she had stopped in the middle of nowhere. And no matter how weird it was that she chose to stop at the border to the town and not at a gas station, you believed your best friend and sister in law because she had no reason to lie to you.

A moment later her eyes and hands were glowing red as she touched your temple. She pushed all your memories behind a wall in your brain, then filled your head with memories of a happy life with her and Vision in Westview.

She did it again when 'Pietro' showed up on your guy’s doorstep, this time filling your head with memories of him. Memories of a different first kiss, but an eerily similar first date to the one you and your Pietro had. It makes sense to you now, you and Pietro had never told Wanda the real story of your first kiss, instead telling her you had it weeks later on your first date. You had tried to keep your relationship a secret for a little because you didn't want to make it awkward for Wanda if it didn't work out.

Another thing she didn't add was your engagement and subsequent marriage to her brother. In this reality you and 'Pietro' are just dating. You have to assume that it's because it happened weeks before the battle against Ultron and she doesn't want to remember anything that close to her brother's death.

The thing about the new Pietro is that he seems to rub Wanda the wrong way, something your Pietro never did. He makes comments that you know yours would never, and Wanda always tenses up near him. This Pietro likes to show you off more than yours did, which is saying a lot because your’s used to cling to your side, praise you, and show you off in town when girls would flirt with him. Every time this Pietro kisses you it doesn’t feel right, it’s nowhere near the earth shattering kisses that you had somehow managed to remember from the deep parts of your brain.

"My ring," you shudder in horror when you realize the diamond ring that your Pietro stole from the jeweler in Sokovia is no longer sitting delicately on your left ring finger like it was before entering Westview. You hastily search your body for your most prized possession, sighing in relief when you find it hanging from a simple silver chain around your neck.

"(Y/N)," Vision says gently, resting a hand on your shoulder, it’s one of the few times he doesn’t know what to say.

"He's dead," you cry, knees buckling under your weight again. This time you catch yourself on the kitchen table, before sinking in the seat to your right.

"Who's dead?" Wanda appears in the doorway out of nowhere. She has an innocent, concerned expression on her face, but the tilt of her head tells you she'll come take your memories away again if you slip up in the slightest.

"Dr. Drake Ramoray on Days Of Our Lives, the soap opera I was watching this afternoon when you and the boys were out. He fell down the elevator shaft, and I'm apparently taking it harder than I thought I would. I must be pmsing or something."

"Or maybe you're pregnant," there's a red glint in her eyes that scares you to no end.

"Oh," you swallow the lump in your throat, and hold back the bile rising up your throat from anxiety. "I don't think so, I'm not ready to be a mother yet."

"It would be so fun though," 'Pietro' zooms behind your seat, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. "Little mini me's and you's running around the house with Billy and Tommy."

"I think two super human children are enough for the house right now," you let out an uncomfortable giggle. You and Vision side eye each other, both very aware that you'll probably be as pregnant as Wanda was a few days ago within the week.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Per serum Steve + 13 anal + 7

Spurned

Mystery Prompt: “I’ve never heard anything better than the way you cry out my name.”

Warnings: noncon/rape, anal, jealousy, spite.

You can tell he’s nervous as his hand shakes. The way he cups your breast shyly even though you’re about to devour him. The sweet boy from Brooklyn is still in shock, you know it by the way his breath moans turn to gasps. You’re nervous too but he makes it easier.

Your hand creeps across his skinny leg but you hold back. He parts and his long lashes flick, you see the doubt in his blue eyes. His lips are puffy and his cheeks are flushed.

“You don’t have to--”

“Steve,” you giggle, “do you want me to?”

His eyes search, he’s surprised by the question, maybe that you want to. He grins dumbly, “well, yeah, but…”

“I’ve never… before, either,” you admit, “we don’t have to do everything.”

“I want to. I… it’s all I’ve thought of since I met you,” he insists, “all I ever want is to touch you and hold you. I’m just… finding it hard to believe.”

“Do we have time?” you ask as you glance over your shoulder, you keep expecting Bucky to get home at any minute.

“He’s not coming anytime soon, he’s got a gal of his own,” Steve’s slender hand grabs yours and draws it into his lap, “so?”

You bit your lip coyly and face him again. You lean into him as you fondle him through his pants and he whimpers. You stop before his lips can meet yours again.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it feels good,” he rasps, “please, keep going.”

You kiss him and let your hand wander. You blindly pick at his belt, tightened to the last hole and wrangle it loose. You slip your hand past his fly as his underpants wrinkle beneath your touch.

Every piece he wears is just a little too big for him but you’re pleasantly surprised as you graze his excitement, hard and twitching. He’s big where it matters, you can tell even without anything to compare it to. He unbuttons your blouse as he turns his body and urges you onto your back.

He kneels between your legs, your hand falling from his open trousers as he stares down at you. He fumbles and wiggles his pants down, revealing his bobbing dick above the rumpled fabric. You bat your lashes and he grasps himself, stroking until he quivers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he bends over you as he tugs aside your loose blouse and dips his head between your breasts, “too beautiful for me.”

“No, Steve,” you giggle, “I like you… a lot.”

“Mmm,” he groans as his tip prods your underwear and he wiggles his hips. He pinches and gropes your chest, sucking and nipping as he explores your flesh, “how could you want someone like me?”

“You’re so sweet, I…”

He moans and hooks his hand under your ass and tears down your underwear. You exclaim in surprise as he sits back to free your legs from the cotton. He kneads your thigh as he settles between them and bends over your again. You take a breath as your heart hammers. This is it. You’re ready but you’re not.

“You must think it’s so funny,” he grabs your jaw harshly and you blink at him in surprise. He pushes against your cunt and you slowly stretching around him, “fucking the skinny little kid who can’t get it in.”

“No, really, Steve, don’t--”

He slams into you completely and you whine. You grab his bony shoulders as your eyes water and you arch your back.

“Ow, please, that’s too much,” you beg.

“You can go and laugh with all your friends at me, huh?” he thrusts without restraint, “that’s what this was, just a story to tell them.”

“No, n-no, why would you--” you grunt between your teeth as he doesn’t let up, even as you slap his shoulders, “please, stop, it hurts. Steve!”

“I’ve never heard anything better than the way you cry out my name,” he purrs and squeezes your throat, “do it again, doll.”

“St- Steve, what did I do--”

“I see you with Laura, she must’ve told you,” he gasps as struggles to keep his pace, “that I asked her out first and she threw her sandwich in my face.”

“I didn’t… know,” you gurgle as you grab onto his narrow wrist, “ow, please, I thought you like me--”

“I like what you can give me,” he said, “that’s a tight fucking cunt.”

“Why--”

“You’re easy. Guess people like us deserve each other,” he snarls as he pushes himself up, his fingers stretching over your chest as he leans his weight there, “no one wants a chubby bitch or a skinny runt.”

Your tears begin to spill. As small as he is, as thin, you can’t get him off of you. He’s just strong enough to keep you trapped. You grasp his arm as his other pushes your leg higher. He huffs and puffs as his golden hair falls down his forehead.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he stops, completely buried and you squirm, “don’t wanna make a mistake, do we?”

He slides out and you breathe a sigh of relief. He shifts closer as he forces your ass higher and you feel him prodding against your tight ring. You panic and try to kick out. You yelp as he slaps you across the face. He pushes until your hole begins to open around him. He grabs your legs and bends them around his arms as he sinks deeper.

“Ngh, Steve, please--”

“I can’t finish in your cunt,” he says, “can’t knock you up.”

“Ow, ow, ow,” you mewl and shove on his chest helplessly as he eases in and out.

“You said you wanted it too,” he hisses, “so shut up and take it.”

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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“Mine.”

Summary: Din says goodbye to reader and Grogu but once they are reunited Din has mixed feels about the situation, jealous of Luke.

Warning/content: Angst, Jealous!Din, fighting between Din and Luke and reader and Din, Jedi!Reader. Din accuses reader of cheating. Nothing too spicey unless you guys would like a second part ? But would recommend 18+, Season 2 spoilers

Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader

Master list. || Part 2.

There's a shift on tension in the room, it didn't go unnoticed much like the feeling of your own heart breaking. It's breaking for Grogu, for Din, your Mandolorian, who stands tall, strong despite the crushing feeling inside his chest. He's helmetless in a room full of people for the first time ever willingly, he does it for the boy, the child he loves.

It's the first time you see his face, his hair is messy but it's cute, brown in color with small ringlets that curl against the base of his neck, his eyes are expresso brown, smooth curve of his nose is small but prominent, lips pink and form the perfect pout, small hairs from his mustache curling across his top lip. He is so incredibly handsome, but your sorrow won't let you see that, there is no time to think about. The child presses a soft touch against his square jaw, in his own way of saying, "I see you."

This makes tears even well up in your own eyes as he looks over Din's shoulder, reaching out for you. The last thing you expect when Din head turns over his shoulder to look at you are the matching tears. It's hard to stop, squeezing his eyes shut as he bites his bottom lip, chewing at it nervously.

The two strides it takes to finally reach them is like the longest walk of your life, your head rests against the Mandalorian's chest piece as you take the small guy into your arms, squeezing him close. The sob that falls from your lips doesn't go unnoticed as Din presses his large, gloved hand to your back, rubbing it in comfort. "Be good, little one." It's whispered as you hold him cheek to cheek. "You're going to do so well."

"Don't be afraid." Din's fingers find the child, placing him on the ground, knowing well you wouldn't be able to.

Grogu's eyes met yours with confusion as the Jedi picks him up. There's an unknown feeling within you, almost like you can feel his sadness but also excitement of learning once again. It makes you worried as his eyes peer at you, head tilting to the side. He's trying to tell you something, but you just can't hear it.

It isn't strong, actually you like to think your connection to the force as a small, annoying dangling thread stuck to the bottom of someone's boot that is always there, no matter how much they pull or prod it just falls through fingers but then again you never had a chance to learn from anyone.

All eyes are on you, breaking from your trance like thought as to look up to meet Din's eyes then Luke's, realizing they were directed towards you. "Did you say something?"

"Are you coming too?" Luke's words make you confused, eyebrows narrowing with a frown. The thought alone is enough to feel a ball in your throat, despite the words you’ve spoken, his intensions were clear from the start.

“You need training too." Din's hand stiffens against your lower back, chest momentarily at a pause as he realizes what is happening. He knew about this, even though you were clueless of what the force is, you knew it was in you, had told him and Ashoka questioned it about it only days ago. Never had he thought he'd loose both of the people that mean the most to him on the same day, it was almost..unbearable. A pregnant silence falling between everyone, Din can’t speak, he pauses, words trembling in his throat as he looks to you with pouty eyes.

Eyes meet Din's, shaking your head pressing yourself deeper into his chest. A familiar place that was warm, safe, How could you ever leave him? "No, I'm staying here."

"Go." Din urges, the hand applying just enough pressure toward the Jedi, trying to explain his words, it was okay. His flushes his own forehead against yours as he tilts your face towards his own, kissing the hair line softly. "Don't let me stop you, you need training."

"But --."

"I'll see you again, I swear by it." He promises, hands cup your cheeks, bringing your lips to his own. Fresh, new tears slip past both of sets of eyes. Goodbyes were never easy but necessary, destiny has written it long ago and Din Djarin of all people knows that. The kiss is soft, but you can't seem to pull yourself away pressing a few more in their wake. The movement of his arms wrapping around your waist lifts your feet from the ground as he hugs you close. Lips tickle your ear as he whispers, "I'll see you soon sweet girl, don't forget how strong you are."

"I love you." It's the first time the words are said, while his heart squeezes in joy, but mouth dries at the words he's always wanted to hear, he wishes you never said them, it makes good bye so much harder.

"I love you." He answers back truthfully, using the back of his hand to wipe the sizzling trail of tears from his cheek as you step away. Grogu reaches out almost instantly for his mother, the familiarity is more comforting then the stranger’s arms. You follow the Jedi when reaching the loft and turn around waving at your Mandalorian one more time. Din can't find himself to return it, shoulders leaning forward compensating for the pain he feels in his heart. It's heavy, putting all of his trust into one man but at least you and Grogu had each other.

You are barely able to suppress the shriek that is mumbles against your lips as the base of Luke's foot comes in contact with your chest, pushing you from the advantage you finally gained. While you try to reach for him he’s too fast, too skilled as he swiftly moves from the counter attack.

"Ugh!" The sound ripples from your raw throat as the pair circle each other, waiting for the next move, lightsabers in the air, it's a waiting game. "Stop doing that it's not fair!"

"Why isn't it fair? You left it open. Do better."

You huff, "I have boobs! Well who knows anymore? After that."

The last few months have not only been the most terrifying of your life but also the most exciting, borderline exhilarating. At first it wasn’t noticeable, arms would ache for holding the saber in the air for a few minutes but with every passing day it became lighter and lighter until you moved with uttermost swiftness, the saber a feather in your hands. Never had you thought you would love to fight, being able to finally control the owner within. Luke had become family, taking you in and helping you. It has been quite difficult, Luke was a perfectionist at best, he was not happy unless everything was done right, which once made you sore and cry, but looking back at it now, you have mastered so much. The amount of long hours of sitting at the table trying to pass a stupid apple back and forth, learning to be silent, trying to sneak up on an opponent but now it’s easy, all thanks to Luke but still to this day you can't even look at an apple, let alone eat it.

Even though he is picky, you understand. He has made you strong, happy to learn about the very thing you understand nothing about. It’s safe to say you were ignorant, taking advantage of the gift given to you.

Luke rolls his eyes, the green saber retreating back into the canister as he tucks it back into his belt. "Training is done for now."

Your head tilts in understanding, tucking away the bright light until is clicks into the holder attached to your belt. There's a lingering silence, figuring it’s a silent dismissal turning to return home but Luke's voice stops you. "Padawan?"

"Yes Master?"

"I sent out word to your Mandolorian." The smile drops from your face almost instantly, serious eyes look over his own for the lie, for the joke as if he would break into laughter but he didn't. He's still as he gives a shy smile, you tense instantly, heart stuttering inside your chest, it must be a joke. Your about to curse, tell him it's not funny but he beats you to it. "I sent out days ago, he is due any day now."

"You're serious? It's not funny --."

"You have done well, you exceeded my expectations. You deserve to have some time off. You and Grogu, it's been months." You squeal excitedly, the smile crinkles eyes, almost hurts because it's been so long since you felt genuine happiness.

"Now come, the little one is waiting."

Dinner has to be your favorite time of the day, only because after the relief your aching body gets, sore, black and blue but strong, you’re capable of more than you’ve ever known to be. Luke always reminds you, never lets you falter, never lets you have the chance to doubt yourself, he’s always there to remind you much you’ve accomplished but there is always more to learn. He's a good master, fair but authoritative when need be, he's shown you so much but had given you so much more: a purpose, a friend.

With dinner came relief but also meant you could see Grogu, he hasn't grown much physically but the force has made him powerful, such a small creature to have so much but it is so different with him. While the force only touched you, it seems to run through Grogu's veins, it's so natural to him.

Luke is right next to you, sitting in the uncomfortable excuse of a chair but happy none the less as Grogu sits in the middle of the table in front of his plate with a coo, large black eyes peering up at his master, head tilting. "What's wrong little one?"

You don't need the force to feel what he's thinking, you communicated with this little guy way before all of this feeling though the force mumbo jumbo. The force was never needed to feel him, understand the boy. Reaching over to Luke's plate with a cheeky smile using your own fork to poke the potato. "He likes the hash."

Both of you are so occupied the hole of silence the hall falls into is unoticed, the heavy steps of boots that haunt your dreams. The Mandalorian seems so big in the hall, all the basker gives off the illusion of large broad shoulders, a thick trunk that matches the man underneath, he’s intimidating as eyes shift off him quickly to return back to their meal, no one would dare try a Mandalorian, even trained Jedi. Din eyes meet the back of your head, heart thumping in anticipation of seeing his love again. It's been seven months, seven agonizing, brutal months without his family. Any other man would go insane but this very moment is the reason he continued to fight, when he received the message from Luke he couldn’t believe it. Seven months with no communication, your voice haunted his dreams just wanting to hear it one more time.

But now, he feels his heart drop, his own body filling with dread, anxiety at the close proximity of you and the Jedi, faces inches away in conversation. The way small dimples pop through as you smile shyly at him, Luke's own laugh as he leans closer to Grogu.

The sight of him alone is enough to have Din choked up if it wasn't for the way Luke reached for your fork, feeding Grogu a few bites, whatever he didn't eat was taken into his own mouth. When his lips close around the fork Din's fist bunch at his sides, it was too intimate for teacher and student. That's his girl, his son he is feeding.

You do however notice how Luke's head turns in the direction behind you, but continue talking eyes narrowing to question why. He's not paying attention to your words only smiling, like he knows something you don’t. When there's no answer you decide to look yourself, at first you don't register that Din is only feet away, dead center of the hall. Head snaps back in a double take as anticipation makes your heart flutter, emotion fills your throat making it hard to speak, even move.

Feet register before your brain has the opportunity to, running towards him with a loud laugh of joy. He has to brace himself for the impact when you jump on him, a small 'ooof' leaving his lips as he catches the weight. Arms support you from under thighs, holding close as your legs tighten around his waist.

Your smile is wide, never ending the most as he holds the blushing skin of your cheek, the other hand on the underneath skin of your thighs holding you to the basker clad chest. Beautiful, absolutely breath taking. He's seen this in his dreams, reuniting with you but this is too real, the soft flesh expanding on his palm is too soft. The sight of you after so long is euphoric, its hard to breath with you so close, to concentrate on anything but the way your lips curl into a smile, eyes so lovingly with unshed tears. It's a relief to see you so alive and well, stronger under his own strength but as soft he remembers.

"I missed you Cyar'ika." It's breathlessly whispered into the vocoder, static chokes his words but it may be the tremble in his throat as a hand knots into hair to pull you closer.

"Oh." You mumble under your breath with as realize the stares that follow you, quickly you lower your feet to the ground but your hand never leaves his forearm, clenching the underneath, tunic crumpling in your hands. Now that he's here you never want to let go. "Come see Grogu."

Din can't even get a word out as he's pulled towards the table, he nods, acknowledging Luke despite the tension he manifests. The reunion warms your heart, it makes it harder not to crying as you feel Grogu's emotions run through you. He feels love.. he's excited extending his arms with grapy hands.

With no hesitation the child is once again reunited with the basker clad man.. his truthful father. It's a sigh of relief that falls from Din that makes you smile up at him. Din reaches over with his free hand, cupping your cheek. No words were said, not in the presence of a stranger but it's shown in the way his thumb moves across the smooth skin of your cheek.

The moment he entered the room darkness cascades over them, small, familiar hands press against the the basker that covers his head, a silent ask for permission. "Cyar'ika, it's --."

"I can't believe you're here, I missed you so much love." Din's eyes close so tightly at the words, he doesn't want to stop you. He wants to feel your skin pressed against his, he swears he's almost knocked off his feet when the helmet falls to the ground with a loud thump lips brusingly hard against his own.

"Sweet -." He tries to speak against but is met with the softness again, tongue seeking permission against his bottom lip.

"Missed you." Lips press against his jaw, following to his neck sucking softly on the smooth skin. A small, choked moan falls from his lips as you nip at the junction between his clavicle and throat.

The feeling of welted skin has you raising your head up in confusion, fingers taking place of your lips to feel the healing skin. It's not a scar or a wound but purposely put there, as you trace it with your fingers you begin to paint a small picture with the raised lines.

"It's a symbol of leadership along my people." He answers, hands reaching up to gently wrap around your wrist, bringing it to press against his cheek. His next words almost as unexpected as learning he has a new tattoo on his neck. "Would you like to see it?"

"But the creed.." you mumble, eyes roaming over the slightest curve of his face the darkness of allows as he pushes you to straddle his lap, his other hand running over the expanding skin of your thigh.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before my love." He's referring to the moment before you and the child left him, kissing him goodbye. "The creed is broken but I am a Mandalorian, nothing will change that."

"But, I ugh." The words are not of the man you knew almost a year ago, but show maturity, experience has formed him into a new person but nonetheless he still is yours.

It's just dawned on you now, while you were growing with power was so was Din. The lightsaber pressing against your outer thigh reminded you of it, while you have gained one, Din had ruled with one. Every new experience, lesson, moments spent crying Din has had similar, except his people depend on him for survival.

"Oh my God." You mumble under your breath, eyes widening in shock. His words, the tattoo meaning, the new signet pressed into his chest, the thicker tunic decorated with a gold pattern, you were so busy just concentrating the fact he was here, you never bothered to look at the changes, the clues. Two large horns soldered into his helmet you never noticed until now poke against your ankle. "You actually did it? I though you didn't want it."

"It's my responsibility to my people to get our home back. Once you left I had nothing but them, Bo-Katan has been helping me. We are so close Cyar'ika." Din presses his forehead against the skin of your shoulder, breathing deeply. "I can't wait to show you."

"So close to what?"

"Not hiding anymore, to regaining Mandalore." The words make your skin warm, a soft smile filled with admiration, proudness. "I'm building a home for us."

"You have changed Din."

"So have you Cyare. You look so well, feel so strong. You are where you’ve always belonged." He is right, there's something that changes in the air when you are nearby now; a power that follows you, makes everyone fear the presence but he loves it. "I wish I could have been here to see it. I dream of when we will be together again."

"Can I see?" The words are unsure, despite his earlier words old habits die hard, promising never to look unless he wants it, it was his choice, never yours.

"Please." It's soft, tender as you shakily wobble on legs to walk across the room, fingers ghost over the switch before a loud knock against the door makes even Din's stomach drop.

"Padawan?" Luke's voice makes Din scowl, what is it with this guy?

"Yes Master?" The way you answer so quickly with little regard towards Din has him swollowing loudly, jealousy searing his veins, it makes his forehead hot.

"While I have promised you a break the day is still not over, training will continue."

"Be right out." It's quick, the kiss pressed against his lips, it has him reaching out to hold you again but you already out the door leaving him gritting his teeth.

When he finds you again it almost an hour of looking for you. He's irritated, it shows in the way he walks, tall and intimidating with every crunch of sand under his boots.

Despite it being evening the sun is still blaring, it's too hot for anything but he manages to power through, though taking off the helmet is an option if is his only line of defense when it comes to be surrounded by Jedis.

It's an odd sight, you're legs are crossed as Grogu sits feet in front of you. Eyelashes fluttering in concentration, frustration clear in the way the junction between your eye brow wrinkles. It's magical, the way the large rock moves across the length of the pair. It's amazing truly, he's watched the kid do it many times but with you, it's different, seven months ago you could barely hold a blaster let alone do this.

He was in complete awe, watching as Grogu takes the rock himself but to him it's effortless. He doesn't even bat an eye as the rock moves higher and higher until it's explodes. The small pieces shoot towards him, the rocks dink against his helmet knocking him forward that he doesn't give you enough time to warn you that there's someone behind you, he feels himself jump forward to protect but natural reflexes already have you up, your own blue saber flashes with Luke's green one.

It's a relief it's only him but also makes him want to longue and wrap his hands around his throat for even trying to attack you, it's instincts, his own will to protect his family. He was so caught up with his own anger, he didn't notice the small hands tugging at his pant leg.

"Hey buddy." It's the soft coo that warms his heart, the sound he missed so late at night, all by himself. It feels so right to have him in his arms again, it's a distraction for a moment, but the loud shriek that mumbles against your lips as the saber slices your arm breaks the moment.

Din stalks toward without hesitation, hands reaching out to pull Luke by his collar but hand stops half way there; a choking sound falling from his lips as he feels his throat start to close.

"Luke!" You exclaim, hands pulling on his shoulder. "Stop!"

Luke doesn't listen, tilts his head as the Mandalorian's other hand reaches for his own neck, the child falls from his arms but Luke reaches for Grogu as he floats towards him and that is when he decides to let go of his hold on Din.

"She is fine." Luke's tone is accusing, eyes lit up in anger. He knew the reasoning behind the Mandalorian's attack but it irritates him. Din falls to the ground into his knees as he coughs, lung begging for air. "She will heal, it's no wonder she was afraid of the force. You made her feel as if she was weak. Couldn't protect herself. Can't you see she is strong?"

The words sting a bit, you never felt like that with Din but the words of your master, where they true? Had he been the reason you never felt the force like this before? It’s not his fault, he’s always been a protector.

"Yes." Din chokes on the words, it's surprises Luke how quickly he recovers, leaning on knees, visor tilting up to meet his gaze. "I do, I don't need you telling me either Jedi."

The last word is spoken with gritted teeth, disgust as he stands, squaring up the man in front of him, pressing the top of his basker against Luke’s face.

"Then do her a favor and never, ever underestimate her again." Din doesn't like what the Jedi is insinuating, hands balling in fist, finger coming to poke the Jedi's chest as he speaks. "Respect her Mandalorian."

"I do." You're about to squeeze between the two men but Din speaks too fast. "I don't need any magic tricks to beat your ass either."

"Din!" You hiss, the helmet pointing in your direction as a growl admits his chest.

"You're sticking up for him?!" Then once again you're minded how immature Din Djarin can really be. He's protective, overbearing but you expect more from Luke as he speaks. "You're just taking out the fact that Grogu and the girl are in my care, they are with me."

"My son, my girl." Then it hit you, all so sudden he wasn't an asshole, maybe a little immature, but he was jealous. The growl that rumbled his chest made even you shake. You couldn't find yourself to blame him either, both of the people he's ever cared for pulled from his arms, seven months spent with Luke. It made him insecure, dear the worst.

"Enough!" A hand presses against each other their chests, meeting Luke's first. Eyes warn him, "I expect more from you."

Then they move to Din with a scowl, "And you have no reason to be like this, Luke is my friend. He is helping me! I am strong now because of him."

"You have always been strong." The words make you pause, heart dropping. Guilt dropping your shoulders instantly. "You never needed to hold a lightsaber for me to see that."

A strong, confident finger lifts lifts towards Luke's direction, it looks like he's going to say something else judging by his stance, looks over you one more time then Grogu before stalking away towards the direction of the hall.

It's only an hour later, and Din is no where to be found. Luke has told you he's taken the child for a little bit, you can only imagine how that exchange went but respectfully allow him to have time with him, besides you doubt he wants to see you right now.

He was right, it was a force of habit trying to protect you but he has never doubted or hesitated for one second when it came to you. There has only been one person who has ever believed that anything was possible for you and it's the one you managed to chase away.

The room is dark, the only light comes from the gasps of the curtains the moon allows in. You have given up on waiting on the bed, instead curl up on the large longue chair in the corner, book open but you wouldn't even notice if there weren't any words. Too deep in thought over your Mandalorian.

What If he leaves without seeing you? Surely, he wouldn't, it was stupid fight, it shouldn't have happened but you shouldn't have accused him either. The rattling of the door knob makes you pause, daring not to breath that it might scare him away. He's quiet as the silhouette of armour makes it through the doorway, shiny, the darkness of his visor camouflaging him throughout the door.

The light flickers on, you want to squeeze your eyes shut, away from his gaze out of fear he might leave again seeing that you aren’t sleeping, waiting for him.

He doesn't speak, only stiffens his stance, arms crossing his chest as the helmet tilts down in your direction. "What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"In the dark?" You have been caught there's no reason to argue with him just turn a dark shade of pink as the book is closed with a loud echo. Tension fills the air, you're torn between apologizing and expect one first, his behavior was inappropriate.

"Are you happy here?" It's surprising watching the Mandalorian walk close until he's between the V of your legs, a soft breath caught through the static as he uses your thighs as an anchor for his hands as he slowly lowers to the floor in front of you. His force his horse as leans over, pressure pressed against your chin, it's not enough to hurt but enough to show he is angry. "Is there someone here making you happy? That isn't me?"

You don't like what he's insinuating, brow furrow with a deep frown and a scoff, "If you have something to ask I suggest you come out with it Din."

"Are you fucking him?" The words make you huff, pushing the warmth of his skin away but he reaches out to touch you again. He wants you to look at him, he wants to see the truth your eyes will tell.

The fucking nerve he has to knot his fingers into your hair, keep your head still as the visor moves up and down the soft features of your face, it's soft but shows meaning. At this very moment you here the way your body reacts to him, wanting to move closer, wrap the other hand around your neck at his tone, the authority in his voice. "I asked you a question."

"Really?" The way he stares just irritates you. Spending all your nights longing for him, all the tears wasted on missing him just for him to believe you were unfaithful. "I can't believe you just asked me that."

"Don't act like it's all me! I can see it, you sit so close that you're practically on his lap. He ate from your fork. He comes to your aid like I don't know you can take care of yourself, tells me of all people to respect you, never undermine you. When have I ever? He seems to forget that I was the person who first trained you. So, I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you fucking the Jedi? Do you like him?"

"Get out of my face Din!" The heat of his visor, the blackness hides any kind of emotion, all you see is the anger that comes from his throat, words stinging cheeks. It's impossible to concentrate with him so close, pressing his entire weight against your thighs.

"Tell me now." The words harsh, he needs to know, hear the words from your lips to know they are true.

"No! How dare you even accuse me of that? I have been waiting for months to see you again and you accuse me of being unfaithful?" The tears sting, almost hurt as much as knowing Din has little trust in you. His chest is raising fast, deep, quick breaths against your knee, showing just how worked up he is, he's frustrated, the throbbing in his pants gives that away and makes you think if there’s a different reason. He's insecure, jealous, absolutely pissed.

The harsh fingers leave your hair only to meet the edge of his helmet, you don't even get time to register before it falls to the floor next to you. Seeing is face is.. different this time.

It's clear, the first time was rushed, tear filled but now he look so.. good.

His brows furrowed in anger, nostrils flaring, hair thrown messily across his forehead, you don't even get time to look at his lips before his hands touch your cheeks pulling you into a bruising kiss, fingers nails forming small crescents on hips as the words are moaned against your lips, rushed with how desperate the Mandalorian is.

"You are mine." It's not the words that make you gasp but the hand that tugs the tips of your hair, pulling your head down more to accept his crushing lips. "Mine."

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Let's Give It A Try

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Mafia AU, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Use of Sir, Dirty Talk, Degradation

Summary: Dating a man like Bokuto Koutarou goes against every moral code you’ve learned growing up, but love has a funny way of going against the grain.

Bokuto exhales, sighing as he leans broad shoulders against the rough exterior of the building behind him, cigarette smoke floating in tendrils in front of him. He prides himself on the strength and health of his body, but when he gets in one of his moods after a particularly strenuous week, he can’t help but rely on the way the nicotine mellows out the stress of his job. Closing his eyes, he lets the muffled beat of the music inside the club reverberate through his chest, letting himself let go just a tiny bit. Foolish maybe, considering just how many people want him dead, but he allows himself a moment of lax judgement while on his turf, literally on the ground he owns, surrounded by his men both in and out of the club, under the watchful blue eyes of his right hand man.

Everything will be just fine.

And suddenly everything’s a little bit more than just fine as his curiosity peeks, sharp owl-like eyes scanning you as you come stumbling out of the club, taking deep ragged breaths, completely unaware of your surroundings as you greedily inhale the fresh night air.

He has to bite back the sharp grin that threatens to stretch across his face at your adorable jump and squeak when you finally straighten up and take inventory of who’s around you, quivering like a little mouse when you meet his intense golden gaze. There’s something different about you and he can tell with just a quick glance at you that this isn’t your usual joint, taking in your considerably conservative and casual outfit for the area’s most popular nightclub, the nervous ticks and almost bashful way you curl in on yourself, unused to the hungry look he continues to direct at you.

It takes some coaxing and he almost feels bad at how he swears he can hear your frightened and unsure heartbeat pounding your chest as he approaches you. But his talons are out, wide eyes too curious and intrigued by the prey that’s caught his attention to just let you go off on your merry way. He croons at how you stutter, tripping over your words in your nervousness, licking his own lips for a different reason when he sees your pink muscle dart out to wet your dry ones.

But he can feel his wings furl out to their full span, can feel himself prepare to lunge at you when he finds out that his sweet little mouse came all by herself, trying to get over your recent breakup by having some fun, maybe even finding someone to…

This time he does laugh when you embarrassedly trail off, ending your anxious ramblings, before pinning you down with a wild grin that makes your chest tighten.

“I can be that someone.”

There’s something about the man that leaves you on edge. You can’t deny the fact that he’s handsome, in a wild rugged way that reminds you of a predator. But there’s something...intense about him, something in his eyes, something in his presence, something in his aura that makes you shiver, keeping your suddenly heavy feet rooted to their spot. Not that you’d get very far if he was intent on doing you harm you ascertain as you stare at the muscular and toned figure in front of you.

Yet despite all that, you can’t help but believe that he really does mean you no harm. Maybe it’s what you want to believe. A last hope and faith that not all men are scum like your ex is. Desperate to believe that there are decent men out there, that you can find happiness and maybe even love one day. So going against every ounce of self-defense and common sense that’s been instilled in you all your life, you take this stranger’s hand and let him guide you away, finding comfort in his warm, calloused grip.

Even if you do end up dead after all this, you can’t help but think you’ve made the right decision, your problem more than solved as any thoughts of your ex (and anything else really) fly out your head as soon as you’re dragged into an alarmingly luxurious apartment. He really is more animal than man and you cry out as teeth harshly dig into your neck, possessively and hungrily marking every inch of you, lips greedily wrapping around perky nipples and sucking with a force that makes your eyes roll and your nails dig into his thick biceps. But that only seems to egg him on more and you vaguely wonder if you’re going to cum before he can even get to the main course, body already overwhelmed with arousal and desire as he touches you everywhere except where you need him most.

You’re positively dripping by the time he does make it between your legs, too high strung to even be embarrassed, letting out a high pitched whine instead when he teasingly blows on your sopping wet entrance, pressing your thighs apart, leaving you on full display. And you swear you black out purely from relief when a hot wet tongue finally licks a long line up your slit. So on edge already, it only takes a few flicks and lapping of your aroused clit to have you careening off that pleasurable cliff and you sob, body thrashing and convulsing as you ride out your orgasm while lips and tongue continue to work you over.

You blearily blink as you finally regain control of your body, expecting the man between your legs to take the hint as you try to sit up on your elbows. But you scream, instantly collapsing on the bed, hands fisting in the sheets besides you as two thick fingers suddenly slip inside of you, beginning a relentless pace right from the start, hot tongue still lapping and licking at your sensitive clit. It’s too much, too soon and you writhe, body trying to pry yourself away from the torturous pleasure, but also aching for another release as the coil in you is wound tight. Not that Bokuto leaves you much choice as he easily keeps you pinned down, your legs no match for the strength of his arms and upper body as he continues to feast on you, your pretty cries and screams music to his ears, your delicious juices intoxicating. And before you even realize it, you’re forced to your second peak, creaming and clamping down on the digits still stuffed inside of you, back arching, mouth opening in a silent scream.

Surely it’s over and you tell yourself that you’ll just close your eyes for a brief moment, a few seconds at most before paying him back with a blowjob, handjob, whatever he wants in return. Except your companion has very different plans on exactly how you’ll return the favor and your eyes shoot open, pathetic pleading noises spilling past your lips as you feel something hard and thick press against your entrance. But then he’s shoving inside of you, cock splitting your spent hole in two, and your mind blanks, unable to resist, unable to enjoy, only able to take and feel as it drags against your walls, going deeper and deeper.

And that’s how you pass out, one of the last clear memories you have before your mind fades to darkness, exhaustion and bliss rendering you useless as you’re ruthlessly fucked into and used by the man above you as he chases his own end, head empty except for mindless thoughts of cock, cock, cock.

There’s a few more one night flings after that and you try and convince yourself that it’s just that, nothing more, ignoring the pang in your heart when Bokuto sends you a sad face via text when he wakes up to an empty bed, ignoring the guilt resting heavy on your shoulders when you accidentally sleep in longer than you meant to and have to pry yourself from a pouting face and gentle grip on your wrist as gold eyes plead for you to stay.

But Bokuto Koutarou always gets what he wants and you find it harder to wriggle out from his strong arms as the sun’s rays filter through the windows, you find it harder to not sit down at his dining table and stay for a piping hot cup of coffee, you find it harder not to wake up and nuzzle closer to his body, cuddling and sweetly talking with him more than a casual relationship warrants.

And you find it impossible to not say yes when he asks you to officially go out with him one lazy morning as he cradles you in his arms.

Dating Bokuto is an adventure unlike any you’ve been on before and it’s so easy to be swept along in his enthusiasm and energy, giggling like children in one moment before you’re being pounced on in the next, gold eyes darkening in raw hunger and lust. Bokuto is an enigma that you wonder if you’ll ever truly understand, so easily shifting from a cheerful goofball to a dangerous predator and back again. But you don’t mind, finding the multi-faceted personality one of his strong suits...until it isn’t anymore.

You’d always had a feeling that Bokuto was hiding something from you, some things not quite adding up, the outgoing man strangely reticent about certain topics, especially regarding his work life and where his money comes from. But you had chalked it up to your sweet boyfriend being humble, not wanting to delve too much into his enormous wealth, because he must have enormous wealth from the penthouse apartment he lives in, the extravagant vacations he whisks you away on, the luxury gifts he bestows upon you without blinking an eye. And you’re correct, just not in the way you had imagined and you tearily and accusationally glare at him when you accidentally come across the hidden switch in the back of his closet, door opening and revealing crates and crates of a white powdery substance.

You want him to laugh it off like he always does, tell you some bullshit about it being for some prank he’s going to pull on Akaashi or Konoha, that it’s not what you think it is. But he doesn’t and the two of you just silently stare at each other, the pieces connecting all too clearly even without a word being said. And you leave, betrayal and hurt digging their claws into you as you leave behind a man who you thought you had known, who you had loved, but who you realize maybe you don’t really know at all.

It feels eerily familiar, a sense of deja vu flooding you when you take hesitant steps into another nightclub in the area, desperate for another distraction, another fling to fuck you free from thoughts of gold eyes and a muscular body. You tell yourself that there’s nothing similar about the solid build of the stranger you’re grinding up against, that the similarity in appearance is just coincidence as the two of you stumble to his apartment. But then lips and hands are all over you, too gentle, too soft, treating you like glass, words too cautious. Everything’s wrong, wrong, wrong and when he begins a slow careful pace, fucking you like he’s making love, so different from the way a certain man would have broken you down to pieces only to build you back up, you shove him off, uncaring of how rude you’re being.

That night when you return to your own bed, you sob in frustration, toys, dildos, vibrators scattered around you as you seek any relief you can get, looking for even the slightest mimicry of Bokuto’s touch, trying to remember what he sounds like, what he feels like. But memory and imagination can only get you so far, can never live up to the real thing, and you scream into your pillow as an unsatisfying orgasm ripples through you, the realization that Bokuto has ruined your body for anyone else, even yourself, sinking into you.

It’s absolute stupidity to be with someone just for great sex. Absolutely ridiculous. What decent human would go crawling back to their drug-dealing ex just for his good dick game? God knows what other shady underground shit Bokuto’s up to and you know it runs much deeper than a single room full of cocaine.

But maybe you’re not a decent human. Maybe that’s why you still can’t stop thinking of him despite how you try and hold out, despite the multiple flings, nights, and even entire weekends you spend with yourself in bed, spending far too much on sex toys, pussy and clit throbbing, fingers and hands aching from constantly bending to be inside yourself. Yet for all that, you’re never satisfied, every weak orgasm, every disappointing touch from another man only making your need for Bokuto even more pronounced, until you finally break. And a month later you call Bokuto, a scrambled frantic call over the phone with a dildo shoved deep inside you, a vibrator buzzing on your clit, tears streaming down your face when they do nothing to take away the yearning inside of you, begging and pleading for him to come and help you.

It’s humiliating how even just the sight of him skyrockets your arousal to levels you haven’t felt since the two of you dated and you whimper as he casually leans in your doorway, thick arms crossed across his chest, gold eyes raking over your sweating nude figure that’s writhing on top of rumpled bed sheets.

“This is a good look for a desperate slut like you. Couldn’t cum without me? No one, not even your little toys could make you feel good? Maybe I should just leave, just like how you left me. Leave you high and dry. Well I guess maybe not that dry.”

You pant, wide blown out eyes watching as he slowly approaches you, face heating when he bends down to peer at your dripping cunt, mockingly whistling at how you pretty hole is no different than a leaking faucet, inner thighs drenched in your arousal.

“Koutarou, please-”

You scream as fingers harshly twist at your nipples, eyes rolling to the back of your head as just that brutal touch is enough to bring you over the edge you had been hovering around for so long, body convulsing, a dopey grin making its way onto your lips when you finally feel the pleasure you’d been craving for so long.

“Fuck, you came from just that? Who the fuck said you could cum? Who the fuck said you could use my name? Sluts like you don’t deserve to say my name. You know what to address me as.”

You wail, pain melding with the pleasure as he shoves your vibrator away, alternating between pinching and slapping your already overstimulated clit as he enunciates every word he snarls at you, a feral grin stretching across his face at your barely coherent babbles of “sir” and “sorry”.

The constriction in his own pants is painful and he’s quick to strip waist down, slowly palming his aching erection. It takes everything in him to hold back, to not just shove balls deep inside of you in one strong thrust, your absence affecting him just as badly. But that’s not what this is about. This is about making a point, reminding you just how wrong you were for leaving him without a single word, rebuilding what the two of you once had. And as ravenous as he is, he takes his time, willing himself to slow down and rediscover every inch of you, painstakingly exploring your body once again, re-memorizing every sensitive part of you that elicits a little gasp, a tiny mewl.

And he doesn’t stop, pulling the dildo inside of you completely out, using his teeth, tongue, and finger to bring you to the edge over and over again, always backing away just when you’re about to fall off that pleasurable cliff once more, diving back in like a man starved just when you think you have a shaky grasp on your senses. Only when you’re full out sobbing broken cries of his title, a litany of “please, please, please” escaping you does he move on and he groans at how perfectly your legs wrap around his back, urging him inside you as his cock finally makes contact with your gushing cunt, your hands weakly pawing at him in a silent plea for more.

But again he stops, bringing a thumb to wipe away your tears as you begin to wail anew, frustration and denial tearing you to shreds, instinctively leaning into his touch as he gently strokes your cheekbone.

“Tell me who’s the only one who can make you feel good. Who’s the only one who can pleasure you?”

And as you scream his name, he finally slams inside of you, relentlessly pounding in and out of you, gold eyes hungrily taking in how wrecked you look, how broken you look, all because of him, only for him.

It doesn’t take long for both of you to tumble together over that edge, not when both of you are beyond pent up, absence making your hearts grow fonder and your bodies desperate for each other. And you can’t help the content warm surge inside of you when you feel hot thick liquid fill your insides, your body lax and useless in post-coital bliss, heart and mind eager for Bokuto to collapse beside you and pull you into his toned chest like he always does.

Except there is no familiar weight beside you and your head shakes side to side, drool trickling down your face when Bokuto’s softening cock is suddenly replaced by four fingers brutally thrusting in and out of you, curling just right along your still quivering walls.

“We still have a long way to go, little mouse. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

You don’t know how many times you’re forced over the edge after that, consciousness fading in and out as he assaults your cunt with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. You even vaguely remember waking up once to a dildo in your ass, Bokuto pounding into your cum-filled pussy, your body more stretched than it’s been in a long time. They all blur together, only tied together by the delirious pleasure that numbs everything else until you’re succumbing to darkness one last time as yet another body shaking orgasm rips through you.

It’s the scent of fresh coffee and bacon that awakens you and you blearily open your eyes, only to immediately wince as soon as you try to move, your body feeling like it had been rammed into by a truck (although you suppose that imagery isn’t too far off from what actually transpired). Sinking back into the plush pillow and mattress, you close your eyes, wondering what’s your next move. Force your aching body out of bed and confront the inevitable, already somewhat dreading having to face Bokuto now that your mind isn’t clouded with lust? Go back to sleep and pray that he’s gone when you wake up again, like a coward?

But Bokuto doesn’t leave you a choice and you shyly cover yourself with the blanket when he comes bounding into the room, a heaping plate of food and a cup of the delicious caffeinated beverage in his hands, heart fluttering when you see the warm and affectionate grin on his face as he approaches you, carefully placing everything on the nightstand before tenderly pecking your forehead and murmuring good morning.

You try to say something, anything, words getting stuck in your throat, but you’re shushed as the coffee mug is carefully placed in your hands, Bokuto’s soothing voice urging you to eat and recover first. And you gladly take the excuse, hunger and thirst from last night’s endurance marathon finally making itself known as you devour everything. But there’s only so long you can avoid the inevitable and with belly full and feeling more yourself, you listen as he gently grabs your hand, letting him entwine his fingers with yours as he tells you everything.

Who he is. What he does. Exactly how he’s affiliated with the Fukurodani Syndicate.

None of it is surprising, a lot of it what you had surmised and guessed yourself. But it doesn’t make it any easier to swallow knowing just how much he had kept from you, how much he had been planning on keeping from you for who knows how long. At least it’s all out in the open now though, no secrets left between the two of you, and there’s a pause as he continues to rub his thumb on the back of your hand.

“I won’t sugar coat who I am and what my life is. I don’t expect you to come running back with open arms. But if you’re willing to give it a try, I swear that there’ll never be any more secrets, that I’ll protect you, that I’ll love you. I’ll be the damn best boyfriend there ever is.”

You almost giggle at how childish the last sentence is, hope churning in your stomach when you see how genuine and passionate he is, fondness flowing through you when you recognize the man you had fallen in love with beyond the dirt on his hands. And you know it’s arguably foolish, goes against every moral code you’ve grown up with, but love never does seem to follow set equations and rules and you bring that hand to your lips, affectionately kissing your clasped fingers as you meet gold eyes.

“Let’s give it a try.”

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