bbqhooligan · 9 months ago
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"you cant be a self aware asshole you gotta stop being an asshole" by burnham continues to claim assholes who just cant change everything about them, 17 more dead, 32 in critical condition
#mypost#fighting that quote like nothing else.#IM THIS WAY BECAUSE I WAS MADE THIS WAY -> change then asshole become better or die-> THATS VERY CRUEL TO SAY AND I DO TRY LITTLE BY LITTLE#->then stop claiming it as a personality trait or flaw -> IT SEEMS GLARINGLY IMPOSSIBLE TO IGNORE CONTRASTED WITH PEOPLE I MEET ->#everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about -> STATISTICALLY IM THE ONE MORE LIKELY TO BE FIGHTING A BATTLE MOST KNOWS NOTHING ABT#ON THE ACCOUNT OF THE. PERSON I AM AND THE LIFE IVE LIVED -> pain cant be compared and measured. see the human experience as equals. cope#-> YOURE RIGHT WHAT IM LACKING IS A SENSE OF COMMUNITY (impossible for me rn) AND OUTSIDE LOVE AND SUPPORT#-> people get better when theyre given outside love and support. how can we hold it against them when they dont#-> SO WE HANG IN THERE. TRYING NOT TO HOLD IT AGAINST OURSELVES I GUESS#-> yeah. tho. im not sure if im happy saying that because we made the quote unapplicable. to anyone.#-> MAYBE NOT EVERYTHINGS APPLICABLE TO EVERYTHING AND MOST IMPORTANTLY HOLDING IT AGAINST PEOPLE THE BETTERMENT OF THEIR MENTAL HEALTH#AT BEST SADDLES THEM WITH FURTHER INDIVIDUALISTIC GOALS AND THE RESPONSIBILITY OF GETTING BETTER#-WHEN MOST OF THE TIME THE NEED TO GET BETTER IS ALREADY TIED TO A LACK OF SUPPORT-#AND AT WORST FURTHER MARGINALIZES THE PEOPLE PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED TO BE ALREADY LACKING SUPPORT AND LIVING IN DIFFICULT SITUATIONS#-> yeah. but so what. are we part of marginalized groups who should be thought of in an analytical helpful compassionate but ultimately de#detached manner ? or are on the individual level someone who is hurting other people and acting selfishly and a being bad person?#-> BE HONEST W ME WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU HURT ANOTHER PARTY MORE THAN YOU HURT YOURSELF#-> irrelevant. causing myself harm doesnt take away from the pain i inflict#-> OK THEN ANSWER ME THIS ARE YOU OR ARE YOU NOT ON AVERAGE MORE HURTFUL THAN THE EVERYDAY PEOPLE ON THE STREET#-> again irrelevant. what they do or dont do doesnt absolve me or anything#-> BUT IT DOES MAKE YOU STATISTICALLY A BETTER PERSON OR NOT.#-> claiming causing less harm for others in exchange for more harm for youself makes you a better person. do you hear yourself#-> YEAH NO THATS BATSHIT INSANE... WHY DONT YOU GIVE YOURSELF THE GRACE YOU AFFORD EVERYONE ELSE THO#-> they can be thought of in both emotionally divorced and deeply compassionate ways both of which prove theyre eligible#-> BUT YOU CANT BE? NOT EVEN ABSTRACTLY?#<*->....#-> THE SUN SET WHILE WE WERE TALKING. I CAN BARELY SEE THE KEYBOARD.#*-> you dont need to anymore. i get it#-> YOU SEE?#->i see yeah. lol
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leclerc-s · 8 months ago
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karma - part five
series masterlist // previous // next
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charles_leclerc and natalia_leclerc posted new stories
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je vous aimerai pour toujours (i'll love you forever)
"bébé, tu es l'amour de ma vie" (baby, you are the love of my life)
siempre te amare (i'll always love you)
tehe, that's my husband 🥰
hey siri, play slut! (taylor's version)
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charles_leclerc posted new stories
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how did i get so lucky?
😘😍
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natalia_leclerc no words to describe what it has meant to me to go on this journey with people i love. daisyjonesandthesix  has been the greatest, most fulfilling gift. it’s surreal that it has come to an end, but i have made friends for life, and memories that will bring a smile to my face forever. i could’ve never anticipated exactly how much love this show would get and how my life would change. it has just exceeded all of our dreams. i’m so proud of how far we’ve come. congratulations to all of the winners and nominees 💙 thank you televisionacad for this recognition. oh baby, look at us now 🎶
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user1 charles leclerc, you lucky son of a gun
user2 so cunty of her to be wearing red to the emmys. she owns that color.
landonorris DID YOU MEET TAYLOR SWIFT??
natalia_leclerc maybe. maybe not? charles_leclerc she almost cried. natalia_leclerc traitor landonorris and? i would too, she isn't special.
user3 can charles fight??
user4 red bull may be falling apart but charles will still simp over his wife.
sukiwaterhouse oh baby you looked gorgeous 😘
natalia_leclerc it was all you corazon charles_leclerc please stop flirting with my wife. sukiwaterhouse never you french man. charles_leclerc MONÉGASQUE!! I'M MONÉGASQUE!! sukiwaterhouse french adjacent 🤷🏼‍♀️
francesca.cgomes what a beautiful girl 💙
natalia_leclerc aww baby 💙 user5 praying for my man charles. everyone loves his wife.
user6 you're telling me lightning mcqueen pulled her?? how??
alex_albon believe me, we've been asking ourselves that same question since 2018. landonorris it's a miracle really pierregasly she is the sally to his mcqueen natalia_leclerc and pierre is the mater to his mcqueen
kellypiquet you look amazing red is definitely your color 💙
natalia_leclerc thank you kelly!
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max verstappen so does anyone know who our new team principal is going to be??
charles leclerc i'm still trying to wrap my head around daniel not driving this season. sebastian vettel i haven't been told anything yet. natalia leclerc as if they're going to tell me. i only know everything because charles tells me everything.
max verstappen i was hoping someone would know something. i think the anticipation will slowly kill me.
charles leclerc good, then i can become champion. sebastian vettel not that he needs you to be dead to beat you.
max verstappen i guess we'll see won't we?
charles leclerc we will, won't we? natalia leclerc men 🙄
sebastian vettel i think if we don't know anything it's because they haven't found a replacement.
max verstappen then that's stupid, why are they going to announce it when they haven't found someone to replace him?
natalia leclerc because even now we can't get away from spanish papers. someone leaked this shit.
sebastian vettel i have a crazy idea.
charles leclerc how crazy are we talking here?
sebastian vettel i'll be back in like 40 minutes.
max verstappen way to leave us hanging seb
40 minutes later
sebastian vettel i don't know how successful i was but i think they'll think about it.
natalia leclerc seb, what did you do?
sebastian vettel hopefully something worthy of younger seb's chaos.
max verstappen we're fucked
charles leclerc don't be mean. as long as it's not another multi-21 we'll be fine.
sebastian vettel oh my god. let it go. charles leclerc as long as people still hold the inchident against me. i will hold multi-21 against you.
natalia leclerc i don't know why anyone thinks you three are serious people. you're all children.
max verstappen says the woman who's been thiristing over her husband on social media.
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"how long did it take you to convince him?" natalia asked. sebastian huffed, "i almost got down on my knees to beg."
"it would not have come to that," kimi replied.
sebastian rolled his eyes, "he was enjoying it. i had to ask his wife to help me convince him. they gave me a deadline to get him on board."
"was there any other option?" max questioned.
"jenson," seb answered at the same time kimi said, "mark."
charles laughed, "oh, would it not have been great to see seb and mark on the same team again?"
"they would've killed each other," max realized.
"no, we wouldn't," sebastian argued. natalia gave him a shit-eating grin, "you still have to see him at the paddock, like every week. he's oscar's manager."
"the mini-me?" kimi quizzed, looking up from his ice cream, because nothing would stop him from enjoying ice cream. everyone at the table looked at him confused, kimi shrugged, "i read what people say. sometimes."
the conversation was stopped by kelly's arrival, "sorry, i'm late. daniil was running late and- nevermind. did you order yet?"
max shook his head, "just kimi, said he needed his ice cream."
"it's very good," kimi replied, "but i don't share."
sebastian huffed again, "i made a huge mistake."
"too late."
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¡leclerc-s speaks! hope i didn't let anyone down with the kimi reveal, which due to popular demand, i just had to go with him. trust when i say i would've gone with seb if i didn't already have plans for him. listen, i love ollie, he is a baby, and i just had to include him somehow. so i took creative liberties. realistically this couldn't happen but oh well, poaching him and arthur was definitely seb's idea. also, please don't hate me for the daniel thing but liam lawson deserves an f1 seat and he's getting one in this story. at least i didn't get rid of him completely.
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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staratie · 1 year ago
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sharp in the right places
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nsfw, contains knife play, praise kink, some fear play, f!swordswoman x zoro, established relationship, brief fingering, piv wc: 816 summary: zoro expresses his interest in knife play.
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You trusted him with your life. You never second-guessed.
Both of you were excellent fighters, so the crew having two members skilled in the blade made the Straw Hat Pirates’ reputation menacing.
One day, Luffy decided that the crew needed time to recuperate and have fun. They were free (for now) from anyone chasing them, so why not celebrate with some R&R? Each of the members went their separate ways to have me-time or hang out with each other to catch up without being interrupted by their captain.
You and Zoro went off on your own. Sparring, you assumed.
“You ready?” You asked, lifting your sword.
“We’re not sparring today.” He replied. You blinked, surprised. “I want to try something new.”
“Sure, I guess.” You responded. Having a suspicious look in your eye, you walked up to him and asked, “Is this some sort of trick? I’m not letting my guard down.”
“No, this isn’t a trick.” He reassured. Before you asked for more, he elaborated, “we’re both good with swords. Why not challenge ourselves?”
You were trying to grasp what he was saying. “With what?”
“With each other.” He confessed. “I want to know you trust me.” Giving him a playful look, you crossed your arms over your chest, still holding onto your blade. You looked at Zoro, who had his hand on the hilt of his. He swiftly sliced the air near you and stopped his sword so it was centimeters away from your skin. You didn’t twitch. You trusted him. There was no denying that.
“Fine. I’ll play your game.” You sighed dramatically. Not caring about the sword dangerously close to your throat, you waved it aside. As you did, you put your sword back in its sheathe and took your jacket off. “How shall we do this?”
“I'm the one with the sword.” He whispered, “I get to decide. Get on your knees.” He said threateningly. His tone was unfamiliar. It sounded carnal, almost animalistic. This new side of him made you a little excited. You followed his order and knelt down, still looking at him. Zoro ran his blade slowly down you arm, leaving no cut. He grinned when he saw some movement from you. “Are you shivering?”
“Well, your sword is cold.” You reply. In return, you put your sword at the nape of his neck, a mild, yet playful threat. Zoro smirked and gently pulled it out of your hand, placing it next to you. He motioned for you to lay down on the warm grass.
He kissed your head and asked, “you trust me?”
“There’s no reason for me not to.” You whispered as he slowly tore your shirt. Satisfied with the small damage, he pushed the fabric away with his sword, still close to your skin. You gasped as he circled your breasts and closed your eyes when it went down your body. The cool blade against your skin made goosebumps.
“That’s my girl.” He whispered. The tip of his sword was at your thigh, and made a tear thin enough on your pants and underwear for it to slip through and taunt your folds. “You’re so brave. I can slit you any time I want.” The cool blade was gentle around it, sending a mixed sensation of pleasure and anticipation for what was about to come. He circled it around your mound, took his sword out and hovered it next to your neck.
With his sword still at same position, he went on top of you, licked your collarbone and kissed his way down to your nipples, which he softly bit with his teeth. You shuddered and felt the sword make a small cut on your neck, almost like a papercut. “I could kill you right now.” He said quietly. “Look at you, so fragile. So...vulnerable.” He murmured into your skin.
“You won’t.” You said confidently.
“Are you sure?” He confirmed. The uncertainty in his voice added tension to the situation. Yet, you brushed away the thought of him hurting you with his sword. Not with you unarmed.
Zoro quietly laughed, set his sword down, and slipped your pants off. When you were face to face, you felt his growing erection as he lowered himself closer to you.
“We’re not even.” You observed. In return, you grabbed your own sword, cut his shirt’s strings, and pulled it off his body. “Do I have to get your trousers too?”
Zoro chuckled and took them off himself. “You don’t need to do that.” Once he was naked, he put one finger inside you and commented, “are you ready for me? Ready to let me inside?” Zoro started teasing until you were begged.
“Yes, please.” You pleaded.
“Good.”
Zoro thrusted himself inside, and kept an even pace. He wasn’t gentle and didn’t hold back. “Such a good girl for trusting me.” He cooed darkly. “You’re such a good girl.”
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year ago
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(young man what do you wanna be tag | Ch1-2 on AO3)
“Hey, did you and Jonathan tell Will to ask me about—” Steve glances around like the world’s worst spy, and leans close even though they’re the only living souls in the trailer. “About gay things?”
“Uh,” Eddie says. “No? Wait, Jonathan might’ve.”
Steve pushes both his hands through his hair. “Why would you do that! Shit!”
“Again, I did nothing in this scenario,” says Eddie. “I’m pretty sure this one specific thing is not my fault.”
“He asked me about our relationship,” says Steve. “He wanted gay advice.”
Eddie swallows down his first impulse, which is to demand to know whether Eddie’s advice isn’t good enough for Will all of a sudden. “Okay,” he says instead. “What did you tell him?”
“I don’t know! I quit giving Dustin advice on girls, like, years ago! By the time I was Will’s age, I was pretty busy fucking up the only serious relationship I ever had.”
“Sure, maybe, but you can’t think about age that way. It’s like…” Eddie tilts his head. “For a lot of us, there’s a—a late start, right? It’s like a whole different time scale, because we gotta figure ourselves out first. We don’t get the manual to all this shit, so we either waste our time chasing some kind of picket fence life that we don’t actually want, or we just make it up from scratch.”
“Right, cool, okay,” says Steve. “I didn’t say anything like that. I told him to keep his chin up. I—think I called him slugger.”
Eddie pats him on the shoulder sympathetically, definitely not feeling at all vindicated about the fact that he’s clearly winning at gay mentorship. “Could be worse. What did the littlest Byers say?”
“He’s taller than Jonathan now,” says Steve.
“So not the point, sweetheart.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “C’mon, how’d it go?”
“Shit, I don’t know.” Steve huffs out a breath and pushes his hand through his hair. “Not good, I don’t think. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with that kid. He just wanted to know how I figured stuff out, and like—why I wouldn’t just go with girls.”
“Yeah, uh, on that note,” says Eddie. “Is this a new development? Like.”
He pauses, trying to figure out the exact right arrangement of words.
“Like…” he says, slowly. “I’m just wondering, you know, why it hasn’t come up before. I mean, you already know about me, everybody knows about me. Is it—”
Did you not want me to think—
Did you not want—
“Pretty new, I guess,” says Steve. He lies back, arms folded behind his head, taking up more than his fair share of Eddie’s bed. Eddie climbs over him and takes his usual place tucked up against the wall, keeping a careful distance.
Steve’s parents are leaving again tomorrow, so this might be the last time for a while. It’s not like they won’t be seeing each other all the time; at this point, they’re so tangled up in each other’s lives that it’s not so unusual for them to hang out every day for weeks without even trying.
But it might be the last time for a while that they lie here like this, in a shadowy space where the line between thoughts and words gets slippery enough to cross. Eddie tries real hard not to think of it as anything special; it’s just his stupid fucking heart running away with him, the way it always does.
“Okay,” says Eddie.
After a while, he says, “Goodnight.” Steve doesn’t answer.
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“Eddie!” Robin hollers from across the store. “We’re enemies now!”
“Okay!” he yells back. “Why?”
“Why do you think, asshole!”
This is getting unsustainable, so Eddie wanders over to the counter where Robin’s cashing out.
“Is it because I’m giving you a ride home out of the goodness of my heart? Unconventional, but I respect that.”
She chucks a balled-up receipt at his head. “Steve, dumbass.”
“Whoa, whoa,” he says, ducking out of the way and holding up his hands like he’s trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I dunno what he told you, but I didn’t do anything to him.”
“Exactly,” snaps Robin.
“Robin,” he whines, switching tactics. “C’mon, don’t be pissed at me. You know you’re my favorite lesbian in the whole wide world. You’re the cheese in my burger, the fries in my shake. My wretched soul cannot bear the weight of your scorn.”
He can tell she’s still trying to be mad, but the corner of her mouth is twitching, so he drapes himself over the counter and wails, “Milady Robin! Say only that you can forgive my dark and unworthy deeds, whatever they may be, or I shall perish right here in this fine establishment.”
“You really don’t know what you did, huh,” she sighs. “God, you’re the worst.”
Eddie peeks up at her through his hair. “Planning to enlighten me any time soon? Or are we going straight to pistols at dawn?”
“We are going to be driving me home,” says Robin. “And we’re going through Taco Bell on the way. We’re still gonna be enemies, but you can purchase a temporary peace treaty for the low, low price of two chalupas and a large Sprite.”
———
“Hey, Harrington, why’s Robin mad at me?”
“Mad at—? Oh. Uh, I think she misunderstood some stuff.”
Eddie groans. “Is this about the fake dating thing again?”
Steve looks a little pained. “Maybe?”
“Byers needs to go his own way! Call it another—lonely day, or—you know what I mean. Buckley can’t take in every wounded baby bunny that stumbles across her path.”
“I don’t think that’s what’s happening.”
“Sure, okay. So, do I need to defend my honor by finding Will a boyfriend or something?” Eddie pauses. “I realize that sounds like an insane scheme, but consider this: it’s still better than Operation Happy Ending, so I’m standing by it.”
“Not cool, man,” calls Argyle from the floor. Eddie has a theory that Argyle likes lying down on the floor because he’s tall. It’s not a very well-developed theory.
“No, no, I’m fully on board with the name,” Eddie assures him. “Baller name. You hit it out of the park on that one, dude.”
“Righteous,” says Argyle. “Appreciate the support.”
“The idea still sucks,” says Eddie. “But that is one hundred percent the fault of Jonathan Byers, and you remain the utterly blameless light of my life.”
A sudden thought strikes him, and he sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand in his hair.
“Hang on, Steve—did you ever actually tell Will that we’re not dating?”
“What? Yeah, of course.” Steve frowns. “Uh, probably? Man, I don’t really remember.”
Eddie shoots him a squinty look, and Steve holds his hands up. “Dude, I don’t know! I wasn’t trying to lie to the kid, there was a lot going on. Don’t know why he didn’t go ask Argyle instead.”
“Oh, he totally did, my bro,” says Argyle. “I think he’s, like, doing the rounds. I just told him not to worry about a thing and let the Lady Fate lead the way. I dunno if he was ready to embrace the Lady, though. He didn't really seem to get it.”
“Fucking great.” Steve leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Between the three of us, maybe he’ll get some kind of actual goddamn life lesson or whatever.”
“Fuck you, I am an amazing Gandalf. I mean mentor,” says Eddie. "Wait, shit. Does that mean Byers has been getting most of his actual gay advice from me? Holy shit, we can't let that happen. I'm like—the worst possible future for that kid. Steve, you gotta go back and try again."
He smacks Steve's shoulder. "Go back and tell him some real stuff! And tell him we're not dating, or he'll think he has to settle for the first loser that threatens him with a broken bottle!"
"Wait, is that—you don't actually think that, do you?"
"I mean, I'd like to say nobody will ever threaten him with a broken bottle, but Lady Fate works in mysterious ways. And frankly, given his whole…" Eddie waves a diffident hand. "Penchant for sniffing out trouble like a bloodhound after a T-bone, he's definitely going to wind up on the wrong end of a bar fight at least once or twice."
He pauses. "Don't tell Jon I said that, he'll wig out."
"Okay, but like—you know you're not—a loser, right?"
Steve touches Eddie’s back, a warm brush of fingers, and Eddie shrugs uncomfortably. "Just a figure of speech, Harrington. Don't worry your pretty little head about my ego, I'm doing great."
"Hell yeah you are," says Argyle. "Great as Gandalf."
Eddie is like 90% sure Argyle doesn't actually know who Gandalf is, but he appreciates the gesture.
"Thanks, dude," he says, poking Argyle’s head with his foot affectionately. "You're a great Gandalf too. The most Gandalferous."
"Can everyone stop saying Gandalf please," says Steve, so obviously Eddie has to bellow "Gandalf Gandalf Gandalf" right in his ear until Steve puts him in a headlock.
It's a pretty good afternoon.
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touchoflaughter · 11 months ago
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IRL Tickle Story
Had the worst but funniest day with my coworkers today. Why? There was lot’s of tickling involved (otherwise I wouldn’t tell you about it, right?). Ok, ok listen:
I‘m currently with two of my coworkers at a construction that’s overwhelming for all of us 😮‍💨
Ofc we were glad when we finally called it a day and were on our way back to the carpentry- until we got stuck in traffic. But not in a little tailback- NAAH. We were stuck for 3.5 hours!!
But we knew how to entertain ourselves. We had a little game going on for a while now: Everyday we have a try not to laugh challenge and the one who loses has to buy coffee for everyone the next morning. Both of them lost once already, only I remained undefeated. Naturally they wanted to end my winning streak now.
Unfortunately I was sitting between them when the driver poked me in the side with his elbow because I made a joke at his expense.
I couldn’t help but flinch hard. Unintentionally he hit a really bad spot. He seemed to be confused about my reaction and repeated the movement so I flinched again and guarded my side with my arm. Unfortunately the colleague on my right hand noticed what was going on and poked his elbow in my other side. I twitched another time before I protected this side as well.
„Hold on- does this hurt or tickle?“, my driving coworker asked. Man I should’ve said it hurt cause as soon as I admitted (deeply embarassed) it was tickling me- yeah guess what? They ruthlessly started tickling me. The time of little elbow-pokes were over. While the driver tried to focus on the low traffic as well, he only managed to poke with his fingers (what was too much to handle already!!) but the other one went all in with squeezes and stuff. Of course I didn't hold that laughter in for more than a few seconds. We always play that game until someone laughed 3 times so they immediately started the next round and instantly attacked my sides and ribs again! They found so much favour in it, they continued even when the game was long over.
It's obvious that I lost (Cheaters!!) but that's not the worst part: 3.5 hours I spent in the car, getting tickled again and again with absolutely NO way to escape. I tried all I got, I even called my boss to talk with him about the progress at our construction extra long but then they simply continued poking me so I couldn't focus and also giggled here and there. It was so embarrassing, I had to hang up. Oh dang no I just know they'll use that against me forever...
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tf-boi · 2 years ago
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Interesting Birthday Gift
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Thanks for Baranchik3 for the gift.
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*ding dong* The door bell rang.
“Could you get it?” My boyfriend says from his computer.
“Whaaat?” I questioned “Can’t you get it? Its my birthday!” I say snug in our bed. 
“I have a meeting in 5 minutes and I have to prepare the meeting notes!” He said with his eyes on the monitor.
“Sigh. . .fine. . .” I said walking out of the bed in my PJ’s. As I open the door I just see a small box addressed to me, without a return address. “Odd . . .” I said to myself. Taking it in and opening it, despite this looking shady as hell. Taking out the wrapping and stuffing I am greeted by a blue speedo and a note that read
"Happy birthday! This little blue guy volunteered to be in your possession as long as you want to. You can do whatever you want with him because he is absolutely immobile and inanimate."
Picking it up I gave it a whiff “Smells normal enough . . .”.
Taking it upstairs I quickly change out of PJ’s and into my new speedo. Surprisingly it fits perfectly and snuggles my crotch nicely. “Oh wow!” I say, stepping out of the restroom “How do I look babe?” I say facing my lover.
“Come here. . .” He gestured. As I walked close he grabbed me by my wasted and started to fondle my body, paying especial attention to my crotch area. Slipping his hand into my new speedo he caresses my cock lovingly. As I was about to start moaning he covered my mouth with his hand. I see that his meeting has started but he had turned his camera off, stating a camera malfunction to his superiors. With that they continued the meeting with him playing with my cock and balls as he delivered a flawless meeting without the usage of his hands, I was never so turned on by this act of dominance over me. Precum leaks steadily as I hold in my urge to shoot my load right then and there. After his meeting ends he takes his ands off my mouth and speedo.
“Let’s give learning how to swim another try today after work” He said kissing my neck.
“In THIS weather?” I said pointing to the rain.
“Its okay the gym has a heated pool now, plus I can reserve it so its all to ourselves.”
“Fine. . .” I submitted.
As I got up and gave myself another look in the mirror I thought to myself “These are pretty comfy, I guess I’ll wear them for the day.”
Throughout the day as I do a few chores I noticed my lover slapping my ass more often than usual. At one point, I thought I even felt my new speedo twitch in joy.
After work we made our way into the gym and into the showers to wash up before we swim. As I finish rinsing my hair, I feel my boyfriend’s hands feeling me up and him kissing my neck lovingly. “H-hey stop. . .not right here!”
“Heh, sorry, lets go.” He said leading me into the pool. As we start my swimming lesson, he holds my hands as I kick about. Without noticing we reach the deep end, him floating upright. He then swims away as I barely am able to float.
“Hey! This ain’t funny!” I protested.
Suddenly I am pulled under by my boyfriend, him pressing my body against the wall reading 7ft. As I hold onto the wall, I feel my boyfriends hard cock pressing against my buns. “D-don’t just float there!” I say with lust in my voice.
My boyfriend’s hand moves my speedo partially off, enough for him to slip his shaft into my ass hole. He starts railing me as I hang on the wall, both of us moaning in the heat of fucking in the pool. My moans get louder as I feel the force of his cock pounding my tight ass get tougher and tougher. “N-not so hard!” I say, however he didn’t listen, he just goes faster and harder. My erect cock leaking more precum into the pool. After my sore ass gets a nice beating I couldn’t hold back, my rock hard cock shoots streams and streams of cum onto the inside of my speedos a, cloud of cum appearing around me.
“Don’t think I’m gonna stop!” My boyfriend growls into my ear.
“I wasn’t gonna ask you to~” I respond, my dick instantly getting hard again. 
We continue to fuck until the water is completely clouded with cum.
“Time to finish up!” My boyfriend says as he lifts me out of the pool.
“W-wha-?” I questioned as his shaft unleashes his load all over me covering my body head to toe in warm love juices.
“I’m all sticky now!” I say licking cum off my body.
“Lets get cleaned up and go home for round two!” My boyfriend says lifting me up.
I’m not sure what’d going on today, but maybe its the speedos. I don’t think I’m ever taking them off if this continues! But oddly enough I feel a odd sensation coming from them, as if they were feeling everything I was. Meh maybe it was just my imagination . . . But I do wonder, what did the note meant by this guy volunteered. . .?
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turtlebros4u · 2 years ago
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TMNT Bayverse Boys x Reader: Hands on their weapons (1\4)
Fluff SFW
I figured I would eventually come around to trying these myself. Been thinking about these for a few days and even sketched some out so maybe I'll post the finished products if I can just GET THE PERSPECTIVE RIGHT.
Prompt: What would each of the brothers do if you picked up their weapons out of curiosity?
I guess this ended up so long that each of the boys deserve their own post 😅
Raph
You approach Raph at the ragged sofa and coffee table where he appears to be cleaning his sais. You take a seat beside him. He has one sai in his hands, cleaning off any smudges with a cloth.
"It sounds silly but it never occurred to me that you'd have to clean them," you say.
He gives an amused huff. "Yeah its actually really important. Splinter says that they are a part of us and we need to take care of them like we would ourselves." You giggle at this comment and Raph purses his lips and looks away because you both know that his brothers aren't known for being cautious and he's the biggest offender of reckless behavior.
He set the sai down on the little coffee table next to the other. You could now see the difference between the one he finished and the one he hadn't started yet. The handle was wrapped in fresh leather strips, the other torn and barely hanging on. The prongs were shiny and clean, the other gray and covered in...dirt? blood? It was hard to tell.
As Raph picked up the dirty one you reached out to grab the clean one.
"Careful cutie, don't stab yerself," he said giving you a gentle side glance. He didn't show it much but he was glad when you would just sit next to him when he was feeling mellow. It made it easy for him to appreciate you.
You held it in your hands and found it was surprisingly heavy for a relatively small weapon. Though smaller than Leo's blade and Donnie staff it was still large in your hands. The handle was long enough to hold with both hands and the center prong must have been at least a foot long. Even clean you could see that the prongs had small indents in them presumably from when he blocks blades or pipes or whatever people swing at him.
You went to wrap your fingers between the prongs the way you've seen him hold it before but it was large and unwieldy that way and when you went to lift it to test its weight balance it slipped from your fingers and flipped towards your feet.
Raph had been keeping an eye on you and as he saw you lose grip he lurched over to catch it before it impaled your limbs somehow. "Waow there, ya gotta be careful. Ya might look good in piercings but try not to get any on accident."
You apologize quickly, your face flushing with embarrassment.
He chuckles and sets them down on the table, "C'mere," he says in a deep but gentle tone, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap. His warm chest behind you, his breath on your ears, his large thighs hugging your hips. You feel so small but ever since the incident, he's always very gentle when handling you.
He reaches forward and takes the clean sai and places the hilt in your hand, wrapping his fingers closed around your fist. "These are larger than humans would use. Splinter crafted it for me."
You wondered how the rat managed to forge anything in the sewers but didn't doubt that he probably had some creative means. You didn't bother to ask, you didn't want to interrupt him. You liked the way his voice rumbled and you could feel the vibrations from it through his chest as you leaned against it.
"Traditionally you aren't supposed to hold them like this," he shifted the sai and with his fingers still cupped around yours he gently held the it with a finger between the prongs the way you had tried a moment ago,"their weight is in the hilt this way and unless you got a strong grip it'll fall right out of yer fingers."
Your face is still blushing but not out of embarrassment anymore. Raph is being so gentle and sharing something that he seems to genuinely care about sharing with you. You knew the boys treasured their weapons but you hadn't realized that it was this meaningful to them.
"Their supposed to be held so that ye can flip 'em around real easy for lots of defensive techniques," he continued releasing your hand from his warm palm to show you how he transitions the sai into different grips. He makes it look so light, his fingers are surprisingly fluid and you gaze at his hands as the blade seems to swim in the air around his palm.
Noticing your awe he smirks and starts doing more stylish transitions flipping the sai around the back of his hand and twirling it between his fingers along the center prong. He's got you entranced.
After a bit more he tosses it up and let's it land point down in the wooden table. You jump a bit when it makes impact having been mesmerized by his dexterous digits. He chuckles again and sets his chin on your head and begins to clean the other.
You sit in silence enjoying each other's company. It was nice not feeling the need to talk.
You didn't get to enjoy the silence for too long when Mikey zipped in on his skateboard with fresh pizza singing, "🎶when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie THAT'S AMORE🎶"
You giggle and take a deep breath. Raph breaths in as well, both of you saying goodbye to the silence with a content sigh. You stand to join the others for dinner and wonder if they will notice your still flush cheeks.
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13as07 · 4 months ago
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Birthright #5
(Fugaku Uchiha)
[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]
Requested by: A Few People
Word Count: 3,506
Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:
Incest (Father/Daughter)
Mention of Hickey's and Sexual Activities
Uchiha Racism (?)
Name Calling: Princess, Sweetheart, Daddy, Spoiled Brat, Your Highness
Misogyny
Heated arguments/thrown insults (?)
As of right now there's plans for four more parts. Idfk bro lmao, I didn't except this story line to go on so long but I have ideas for it now so we're all kinda stuck
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     Daddy strolls behind me, giving me space to walk and bounce around as we head toward the gate that marks the Clan's territory. One of the plus sides of going out with him instead of Itachi is that he offers me more freedom and gives me more space to just be; at least in the safety of the clan. My brother doesn't do that; he's always worried if I'm not right by his side that something or someone is going to hurt me.
Though, the closer to the gate we get, the more that freedom is taken away. Daddy doesn't trust the village and Itachi doesn't trust anything. Despite that, he still stays a few steps behind. The only difference being the lost softness of his face and the sharpness of his eyes.
As we approach the gate, I notice Kenzo - Daddy's adviser and probably the closest thing he has to a friend - leaning against one of the fence posts. "Hello!" I greet, my hand stretching up to wave at him.
"Princess Uchiha," he greets back, his head bowing in respect. "Chief," he adds on, also bowing to Daddy. "Aren't you cheerful today?"
"Yes! We're going shopping and I get to pick out my dress for the Betrothal Ball," I tell him, my excitement making my body buzz.
"Kenzo knows," Daddy mutters, falling into place next to me. His hand slithers around my side, his warm fingers pressing against my ribcage as his thumb toys with the end of my shirt, sliding just below it. "He's going to join us on our trip today. After all the village is unsafe and - "
" - there's power in numbers," I mumble, rolling my eyes at Daddy.
An approving hum is sent my way, his arm falling to hang loose on my hips. "Exactly, Princess. That's why you're not allowed to go anywhere alone. You're safer going out and about with me or your brothers."
Again, I roll my eyes, starting my steps up when Daddy softly pushes on me. He stays wrapped around me, his arm loose and sliding against the skin just below my shorts, toying with the clothing and poking his fingers underneath the hem to run his fingertips over parts of my thigh that are covered.
     "Speaking of my sons," he picks up when Kenzo settles on the other side of me, my body trapped between the two older men. "You won't believe what I walked in on last night."
"Daddy," I hiss, squirming to try and get away. He tightens his hold, sliding his fingers so they're pressed against my inner thigh. His fingertips paint delicate shapes against my skin, turning my squirms from embarrassment to trying to shake the tingles away.
Like I said before, I know my home dynamic isn't normal, at least outside of the clan. The elders say the newer clans don't appreciate or understand the value of keeping our bloodlines clean and that the Hyuga's similar thoughts on the matter are their 'only saving grace'. On the other hand, the newer clans say our traditions are 'unethical' and 'perverted'. They also say it's selfish of the Hyugas and us to 'keep our dojutsus to ourselves'.
I don't know what I think. I know I like Onii-Chan, I know I love him, and I know I can't wait for him to become chief, for me to become his wife. I also know that sometimes I don't like Daddy touching me and that he can be a bit mean to the other people and clans of our village. He says it's to keep us safe though, so I guess it's okay.
Daddy hushes me, adding more pressure to his fingertips. "Sasuke made a complete mess out of our Princess."
"Daddy," I whine again, my cheeks heating from both embarrassment and the feeling of his hand against my leg. He ignores me, his hand pulling away to settle on my hip again when our group makes it past the threshold of the gate.
"What do you mean by 'a complete mess'?" Kenzo asks, his tone low and hushed as we walk through the village. It's not usually busy close to our territory but the further into the village we get, the busier and more crowded it is.
"I walked in on him on top of her, humping her like a dog in heat."
Kenzo chuckles, shaking his head at the embarrassing situation that happened last night. "I don't know how you do it, Chief. I could only imagine how my boys would be if our last child was a girl. Though now I'm scrambling to find my oldest two wives, so I guess at least you have that advantage. On the plus side, one of my sisters' oldest daughters is on the marriage court this year so I'll be able to get one of them betrothed, at least."
Daddy rolls his eyes, his constant anger with Onii-Chan amping up. "Itachi isn't much better."
"Are you still upset about the lake thing?"
"He knows better," Daddy hisses, his fingers feeling like steel digging into my hip. "So does Sasuke and yet my poor Princess is covered in bruises. Her chest is more hickeys than skin after last night."
"Oh ya?" Kenzo asks, his eyes falling to roll over my breasts, his glance not going on noticed by Daddy, whose mouth twitches with a smile.
Despite the constant warfare at home, he takes pride in my brothers and me. He enjoys Itachi being a top Shinobi and a respected Anbu, he takes pride in me being the gem of beauty among the clan and even outside of it, and I know he's excited to see how Sasuke's journey on the police force plays out.
"That's not even the half of it," Daddy grumbles, his fingers relaxing and gently massaging the bone he was just gripping. "My poor daughter's pussy was dripping because of my youngest son. Soaked in his semen. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was trying to knock her up."
     "Daddy," I hiss, tugging on his shirt. "Don't tell Kenzo about that. It's embarrassing."
     The man chuckles, his eyes swimming over me again. "And I repeat, I don't know how you deal with it."
     "I don't know how you deal with all boys. I only have two and the wife still pays more attention to them than me. Though, with Itachi being older her main focus is on Sasuke." That's a bit of a lie. Mom's focus has almost always been on the younger of my brothers. I keep my mouth shut though, knowing better than to call Daddy a lair.
     "Maybe I'll talk the wife into trying for another baby," Kenzo mutters, his eyes glued to the cut-off of my shorts. "It would be nice having a little girl. Someone to pamper and spoil. Someone to play with."
     Daddy chuckles at that, his hand sliding up, not so discreetly squeezing my breast before his arm falls off of me. "She's the gem of my life," he says, continuing his conversation like I'm not even here. "There's nothing better than hearing her squeals for me. But, with four boys at home, they'll keep you on your toes with a daughter around. Who knows how constantly I have to pull Itachi and Sasuke off my poor Princess?"
"Daddy - "
"Hush," he silences me, adding a glare to send the point home. "Anyway," Daddy mutters, turning his attention back to Kenzo. "I think it'll be worth it. My Princess does a good job taking care of me."
"You sure are lucky Chief," the advisor utters, his eyes falling down my form again. "Lord knows how feral I'd be having a sweet girl walking around the house."
Daddy laughs again, his hand sliding under Itachi's shirt hanging on me. His fingertips soon slide under my top too, painting designs between my shoulder blades. "You wouldn't believe how many times I've debated taking Itachi's right to her away, but I won't," he says, cutting off the hissy fit I was about to start. "After all Princess's virginity is Itachi's birthright, just as Mikoto's was mine. Besides, there's nothing taster than something you made yourself. Getting to taste my Princess is more than enough."
"I'm going to talk to the wife about trying for a daughter."
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"Here it is!" I cheer, dragging Daddy toward the village flower shop. Buckets of flowers sit outside it, painting the sidewalk in their pretty blooms. He softly chuckles, letting me drag him across the street. Kenzo trudges behind the two of us, his arm decorated with bags from the other two shops we've gone to so far today.
     Daddy's hand loosens from mine when the bell above the door rings, his hold on me jumping to the small of my back. "Go look around, Princess," he orders, gently pushing on me.
     I eagerly take the offer, sliding away to look at the different flowers. Despite being parted, Kenzo stays close to me, a few steps behind as I look around. It's something I've grown used to in my life; never truly being alone. If one of the men of my family isn't hovering near me, someone else from the clan is. I don't mind it, especially since having a bodyguard gives me freedom being watched by my brothers or father doesn't give me.
     My fingertips slide over different flowers, looking at all the different colors and shapes. "Kenzo?"
     "Your Highness?" He mutters back, head tilted in respect. That's another reason I like being with a bodyguard instead of family. They use my 'royal' title within the clan instead of Princess or Lady like the village residents do. Plus, I get a bit of a kick out of people bowing to me. Daddy says it's just my 'clan blood at work', whatever that means.
     "What do you think of these flowers?" I ask, motioning toward the bucket of pale blue and red peonies. "They're pretty, right?"
     He slithers over, standing behind me to look at the flowers. "They're beautiful, your Highness, and yet they still pale in your presence," Kenzo gently flirts, picking one of the flowers out of the bucket and holding it in comparison to my face.
     A smile tugs at my lips, giddiness filling my chest at the praise. "Careful, Kenzo. Daddy will have your head for saying stuff like that," I tease back, kind of. My Father can sometimes be a little... over baring when it comes to men cozying up to me, but I don't believe he would kill his advisor over a small compliment.
     Kenzo chuckles, tucking the flower behind my ear. His mouth snaps open to respond but he gets cut off before he can.
     "That's because Uchiha's have a habit of responding with violence quicker than needed." My head snaps toward the sound, a pissy man about Daddy's age falling into my sight. His face is worn and wrinkled, like many of the men who serviced the war of my Father's generation, though I take it that the scowl on his face isn't a leftover effect of battle. His hair is long and blonde, in a ponytail matching the girl that's hovering behind him. I recognize her, one of the girls that graduated with Sasuke but I can't quite put my finger on who she is.
"Yamanaka," Kenzo greets, his tone warning as he moves forward. One of his hands lands on my shoulder, gently lulling me backward.
"Chief Yamanaka, to you," the man corrects, his tone matching Kenzo's.
"It's nice to meet you, Chief Yamanaka," I pipe up, shaking the hold off as I reach my hand out. "I'm - "
"My daughter," Daddy interrupts, popping out of nowhere like he tends to do. "I would also like to remind you that our clan is responsible for the police force within the village, so it's not exactly unusual that we deal with brutality. Remind me again what your clan does to keep the village safe?" He settles next to me, his hand on the small of my back again as he eggs on the fellow chief.
"We're responsible for protecting the barrier of the village. You know, the one your kind gives the cold shoulder to."
Daddy simmers for a second, the loose smile on his face getting even shallower. "Ah, yes. You lead the barrier team. A fitting role for a man such as yourself."
     "What the hell does that mean, Uchiha?"
     "It means, learn to take a compliment when I offer one," Daddy responds, his voice staying even despite the fight the fellow chief is trying to brew. "Anyway, we're here on good terms and for my daughter's sake and," his eyes drop down, smile slightly less fake as he looks at the girl tucked behind the Yamanaka chief. "Your daughter's sake as well, perhaps we should keep it that way. What do you think, Kenzo?"
"I think coming here to put in our flower order shouldn't lead to a fight, Chief," Kenzo mutters, most of his warning aimed at the blonde but a bit being thrown Daddy's way.
The warning calms him down, hand falling to toy with the hem of Itachi's shirt. "As right as always," he grumbles, eyes trailing my form before snapping toward the Yamanaka chief again. "We're having our yearly Betrothal Ball within a week. The wife wishes for roses for the event."
"Actually," I squeak, balling up a chunk of Daddy's shirt. "I was wondering if we could get peonies, like these," I mutter, moving aside so he can see them.
Daddy softly sighs, looking over the flowers for a second before he looks at me. "Your mother wants roses, Princess."
"And I want peonies," I snap, dropping my hold on him to cross my arms over my chest, my tantrum already brewing. I didn't deal with having Daddy poke and play with me all night, instead of Onii-Chan, to be told no. "You promised. Last night you promised, while shopping today, anything I want I can have. I want the pastel blue and red peonies for the event."
"I know, Princess," Daddy tries to coo, his hands jumping up to pet my arms. "But your mother wants roses and I already told her yes. Is it that big of a deal, Sweetheart?"
I glare at him, pulling away from his touch. "You promised," I hiss, turning my head away and sticking my nose up in the way I've seen him do to other people. "If you break your promise I won't play with you, I won't hug you, I won't talk to you, I won't even acknowledge you."
"You're being unreasonable, Princess," he grumbles, his hands clinging to my shoulders again. "Anything else you want you can have. We're getting the roses," Daddy says, his head rolling back and forth to try and catch my sight.
I avoid his eyes, not giving up my tantrum that easily or letting him trap me with sharingans. He promised and I'll be damned if he breaks it or uses his abilities to coax me out of my request. I didn't put up with his touches to not get what I want. "This isn't how a princess acts. You're acting like a spoiled brat," Daddy hisses, his voice low and right next to my ear so only I can hear him.
I snap my eyes open and look up at him with the same scowl he has on his face. "You promised. If you break your promise I won't talk to you ever again," I whisper back, testing him even though I know it's not the best decision.
A low sigh seeps from Daddy, his shoulders sulking in defeat. "Fine, Princess. We'll get the peonies you want."
A smile breaks across my face at the agreement, Kenzo shaking his head with a grin on his face as well. "You've gone soft, Chief," he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.
Daddy rolls his eyes, stepping away from me. "I haven't gone soft. I just can't tell my daughter no," he grumbles the second half, trying to keep his voice down. "Watch Princess while I place our order," he commands, waving at me as he steps closer to the Yamanaka man.
     "Yes sir," Kenzo responds, pairing it with another head bow. Daddy ignored him, walking away with the other man trudging along behind him, grumbling about us 'weird Uchihas' spilling from his lips.
His daughter doesn't follow after them, she sticks in her spot, her eyes glued on me. I stare back at her, trying to figure out what she wants. The girl's eyes flicker toward my guard for a moment before settling on me again. "Kenzo? Give me some distance, would you? I'd like to talk to the Yamanaka princess," I utter, waving him away from me.
"She's not a princess," he grumbles, eyeing the blonde girl. "Yamanakas come from filthy blood. Princesses don't have filthy blood. You don't have filthy blood. She does," Kenzo hisses, sending a pointed look at the girl before he wanders off, giving me the space I asked for.
The girl's face looks pink, anger flared on it as she looks at me. "It's curious that your clan doesn't choke on its ego. Your father thinks he's better just because his eyes glow, Itachi walks around like the village should thank him for breathing, and you act like a goddamn spoiled brat when told no. It's a wonder Sasuke turned out normal."
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, memories of Sasuke's ego last night flashing through my head again. "Girls like you always interest me," I mutter, tipping my head as I look at the blonde girl.
"What's that supposed to mean? Yamanaka girls?"
"Girls that are so blind with their crush over my brother that they can't see the ego he got from Daddy or his self-righteousness he got from Itachi or the entitlement he got from me. Jealousy doesn't look good on you. Does Sakura get to see your jealousy too?"
"What?" She hisses as her face painting the spitting image of the one her father was throwing at Daddy.
My face scrunches for a moment, running through the events of yesterday. "Is that not her name? The girl Sasuke has been seeing? Well, that's beside the point. The difference between you and me is that I relish in my role as my clan's princess, and my Daddy supports that. The jealousy you have because I come from an old practice clan, because Daddy does and expects others to treat me with vintage respect, because my clan adores me and yours doesn't is written all over your face. Word to the wise? Act like someone worth respecting and your people will fall in line."
Kenzo chuckles at the lecture I handed, a full belly shaking, chest vibrating laugh. He agrees with my statement to an extent, the whole clan does. They just can't overlook the 'filthy' blood they believe the newer clans come from. "Your Highness?" He calls, trying to hush down his laughter as he offers me his hand. I happily take it, letting him lead me toward the front of the store where I'm sure Daddy is waiting.
     The sound of racing footsteps fills the store, making Kenzo stop by the door and causing Daddy's head to snap away from the fellow chief. The girl comes to a stop, her face even more huffy than earlier. "Ya, well, you're just jealous you come from an incest-ridden clan and Sasuke managed to wiggle his way out of it. I'd rather have filthy blood than a father that fucks me."
     Slowly, Kenzo's and Daddy's heads shift toward her father, the red glow of their sharingans coating their cheeks. "Ino," Yamanaka yaps, anger and fear laced in his daughter's name. "It would do you some good to hold your tongue."
     "And it would do you some good to curve out time tomorrow, Inoichi," Daddy hisses, snatching my hand away from Kenzo to tug me closer to himself. "I believe there's some things we'll need to discuss."
     "Of course, Fugaku," Inoichi mutters, his eyes cast to the floor. "I will have a letter sent tomorrow to inform you on when to expect my arrival."
     Daddy grumbles, tugging me in front of himself before pushing us out of the store. The Yamanaka Chief lets out a sigh because of our leave, his voice picking up to yell at his daughter before the door is fully closed.
     Again, a smile tugs on the corners of my mouth. Maybe having Daddy isn't so bad when fellow chiefs fear insulting me because of him. "What are you going to do?" I ask, falling in line with my escorts' footsteps.
     "Pretty princesses like you shouldn't worry about such things. You're not smart enough to comprehend it anyway," Daddy mutters, his arm slung around me again, fingertips back to poking under my shirt to trail over my ribcage.
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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago
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Matt Murdock x Frank Castle
Tags/warnings: Nsfw, oral, anal fingering and anal sex, cock warming.
The fluffy sfw version 1 is here. 😁
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The lights had been flickering and threatening to go off for the past hour as the loud and low rolling of thunder kept on through the night. The fuzz of electricity in the air and the way the rain battered hard on the windows was making it difficult for Matt to tune it all out and listen to the usual sounds of the Kitchen.
"Uh-uh. You're not goin' out there tonight." Frank tells him before he can even reach the cupboard door where he stores his suit and clubs.
"I can't just have a night off because of the weather, Frank." Lightning strikes and he pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Frank ignores his protests, guiding him back to the couch. "Look at you. I know when you can't make out shit, you go out there and you'll fucking fall off a roof or something, then what good are you? Besides, one night ain't gonna matter, there isn't gonna be anyone out there in that, I can almost guarantee it."
He pulls Matt down next to him and even as he's grumbling in protest, he supposes Frank's right, his body already relaxing into his arms as they wrap comfortably around him. Matt lets go of a hefty sigh and he can feel Frank's smile against his forehead as he drops a little kiss there. "Yeah, I guess."
He closes his eyes as Frank runs his fingers through his hair and starts stroking at the base of his skull, sending a pleasant tingling up and down his spine.
"Attaboy."
"Mmh, you know you should try this out on the bad guys instead of going in with guns blazing, I swear you'd get better results."
Frank's chest shakes Matt as he chuckles, and an easy smile spreads across his lips. "Always tryin' tame me ain't ya baby?"
"Hey, did I say you could stop?" He admonishes, tucking his legs underneath himself and snuggling even closer, draping an arm across him.
Frank just shakes his head with disbelief. "And here you were all ready to go out, like, a second ago."
The already dimly lit room is suddenly plunged into darkness as the billboard across the street goes black.
"Power just go out?" Matt asks, already knowing the answer as the hum from the fridge has stopped.
"Yep."
"Oh what on earth will we do to keep ourselves occupied?" Matt mumbles sarcastically into the softness of Frank's T-shirt, his hands smoothing over the broad expanse of his chest and curling around his waist.
"Gee whiz Red, I just don't know…" Frank replies, imitating Matt's tone, the corner of his mouth pulling up as Matt smoothly moves to sit in his lap, his knees settling either side of Frank's thick thighs. Frank tips his head up as Matt's fingers hook gently just underneath his chin, the pads of his fingers feeling the light scratch and resistance as they travel over his stubble. His hand slides over his jaw, cupping the side of his face, thumb sweeping softly over the skin of his cheek.
Frank's eyes scan over Matt's face as a flash of lightning illuminates him. A stray lock of hair hanging down over his forehead is backlit, his unfocused eyes brightened for a few seconds. He's given a fleeting glimpse of the tip of his jewel-pink tongue as he briefly wets his lips. He breathes in, deep, and out again. Frank smiles.
"You gonna kiss me, or…"
Matt says nothing. He can hear Frank's heart beating, a steady, strong rhythm that he holds so close to his bones every day now. Like a compass it guides him, and like a freshly healed wound it makes him vulnerable. That would have concerned him not too long ago, but now he leans in, feels the heat and solid existence of the man he loves right in front of him.
Frank's eyes close as Matt very slowly dips his head, his bottom lip catching on Frank's upper, warm and soft as he kisses it lightly. Frank's hands slide up Matt's back underneath his unbuttoned shirt, his fingers drifting over scars with a care and tenderness as Matt nudges closer, tilting his head slightly so he can slot his mouth together almost seamlessly with his.
They move as if in water, unhurried and lazily flowing with each other. Only when Matt teases his tongue along Frank's lips does he allow himself to moan quietly, and he opens to let him in and starts to chase the feel and taste of him. Matt's other hand glides up to Frank's hair, fingers furrowing through. It's getting long.
He smiles inside as he rocks his hips down against his, drawing a sweet moan from Frank this time. He can hear the gentle need in it and so licks deeper into his mouth, their tongues meeting as Matt feels Frank's hands make their way down to rest on his ass. He's patient, he has to be, Frank could stand his teasing for days before he would give in and let Matt get what he wants. He kisses him again, tugging a little on his lower lip and getting nipped back for his trouble. They're both wearing smiles as Matt eventually pulls away.
"Let's go to bed." Matt says, his voice a bare whisper that snakes its way inside Frank's body and makes him do anything he wants.
He hums his satisfied approval as Matt untangles himself and gets up, his hand trailing down to catch Frank's and pull him along in the dark.
They shed their clothes on the way rolling into bed and back into each other's heated touch. Frank's on top this time. He does everything he knows that will make Matt melt under him. Working his mouth from his lips, down his neck to his nipples, grazing his teeth and tongue over them until Matt's gasping from the sensitivity.
"Shh…" Frank soothes as he kisses over his stomach, trailing his tongue down the shallow groove at the side of Matt's hip. His cock is already erect and Frank takes him in his mouth without any other warning. Matt has to fight the way his body wants to buck against the sublime feeling of Frank sucking him off. He grips the bedsheets, moaning deep, spreading his legs wider as Frank gently rubs a curious finger around his asshole.
"Yeah?" Frank asks him, chuckling as Matt nods his head eagerly as Frank's other hand is slowly jerking him off.
"Alright, just a minute-"
Frank's heart tugs as he moves away to get the lube from the bedside cabinet and Matt whines at the loss of contact. But he's soon in ecstasy as Frank resumes, his mouth and one hand on his cock and the other slowly easing a slick finger inside him.
"Fuck, Frank-" The thunder rolls again and Matt groans as Frank teases his prostate, curling his tongue and lips around the swollen head of his leaking shaft.
"Mm, that feel good baby? That what you need, huh? C'mon, talk to me sweetheart. Whenever you want, you just let go for me okay? Let me taste you."
Matt adores when Frank speaks to him that way, open and supportive with just a hint of filthy desire. The static charge in the air just before lightning splits the sky sends the hairs on his skin standing on end, his senses overloading as he's drawn closer to release.
Frank hums around his cock as he feels Matt's telltale twitch, concentrating everything on his pleasure alone, stroking his fingers over that sweet spot that makes him-
"Ohh-oh, F-frank fu–ah!"
Frank holds him down as he jerks wildly, coming over his tongue. He swallows him down until Matt is shivering and just on the very edge of overstimulation.
Once Matt's completely spent, Frank lays down beside him, curled around his back, his own cock nestled in the cleft of Matt's ass.
He kisses the skin between his neck and shoulder as Matt pushes back into his crotch.
"Hey, m'alright like this." Frank replies, happy enough to stay wrapped around and close to him.
"What if m'not?" Matt murmurs into the pillow. "Don't need to fuck me if you don't want to, I just… need to feel you."
Frank kisses him again, just below his ear as he carefully sheaths himself inside Matt, drawing out a contented noise as he can't stop from moving back and forth a little.
"This okay?" Frank checks in, his voice wavering as the orgasm he thought he didn't need begins to sneak up on him. Matt nods as Frank's hand smoothes down his side and settles to grip his hip as he rocks against him.
"Christ, feel so fucking good…"
Matt's eyes close as he feels Frank getting close, and he turns his head to capture his lips just as Frank's hips stutter and he comes with a low moan that vibrates right through Matt's body like the thunder outside.
When Frank goes to pull out Matt stops him.
"You alright baby?"
"Yeah, just stay for a while."
Frank hums into his skin, wrapping him in his arms again. "Okay."
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watori-fics · 28 days ago
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Yuma's Laundry Lessons
Characters / Pairing: YumaOsa (Kuga Yuma | Mikumo Osamu) Summary: A lighthearted moment between Osamu and Yuma at the Tamakoma dorm, focusing on Yuma teaching Osamu about doing laundry. Note: Enjoy!
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the Tamakoma dorm, casting a warm glow on the common area where Osamu and Yuma found themselves. After a long day of training, it was time to tackle the pile of laundry that had accumulated over the week.
Osamu stared at the washing machine, brow furrowed in concentration. “So, uh… how exactly does this thing work again?” he asked, glancing over at Yuma, who was already sorting through the clothes.
Yuma chuckled, a teasing smile spreading across his face. “You really don’t know how to do laundry, do you?” he replied, holding up a shirt. “Here, let me show you.”
With practiced ease, Yuma started sorting the clothes by color, separating whites from darks. Osamu watched closely, trying to absorb every detail. “I guess I never had to learn. My mom always took care of it,” he admitted, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice.
“Well, it’s about time you learned something new,” Yuma said with a playful grin. “Even if I’m the one teaching you this time.”
Osamu laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Thanks, Kuga. It’s funny how you’re the one teaching me things for a change.”
“Eh, it’s fresh seeing you not in the teacher role for once,” Yuma replied, nudging Osamu with his elbow as he tossed a handful of clothes into the washing machine. “Now, come on. Help me out here.”
As they worked side by side, Yuma guided Osamu through each step, explaining how to measure the detergent and set the correct cycle. “You want to make sure you don’t overload the machine,” he said, demonstrating with a few clothes. “Otherwise, it won’t clean properly.”
Osamu nodded, impressed. “I never realized there was so much to it. I thought it was just… throw it all in and hope for the best,” he confessed.
Yuma smirked. “You’d probably end up with a bunch of pink clothes if you did that. You don’t want to wear my color, do you?”
“Definitely not!” Osamu laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll stick with my usual boring colors, thank you very much.”
Once they had everything loaded, Yuma leaned against the machine, crossing his arms. “Now we wait for it to finish. So, what do you want to talk about?”
Osamu thought for a moment, then said, “You know, it’s kind of nice to have this time together. We usually focus on training, but it’s good to do something normal, too.”
Yuma nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, I get that. It’s nice to relax and just hang out. Plus, I’m glad I could help you learn something new.”
“Thanks again, Kuga. I appreciate it,” Osamu said sincerely, looking over at Yuma with a grateful expression.
“Anytime, Osamu. Just remember, next time I need to teach you how to cook or something,” Yuma replied, a cheeky grin forming.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” Osamu laughed, playfully pushing Yuma’s shoulder.
As they waited for the laundry to finish, they exchanged jokes and stories, enjoying the camaraderie of their unusual but meaningful moment. It was a refreshing change of pace for both of them, strengthening the bond they shared as friends and teammates.
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mangoshorthand · 1 year ago
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Thing of the Past- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch8 (Hard Feelings Part 4)
SUMMARY: You can't avoid it any longer: Five has to meet your parents. It goes more wrong than you could possibly imagine, spiralling to bring up secrets he'd rather stay buried.
⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine- Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven/Epilogue
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Five struggles to reconcile his rediscovered trauma with his desires.
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Chapter Eight: Freud
Before the full heat of the day, you walk hand in hand beneath the olive trees, kicking up the dusty earth. Even now, the sun’s hotter than you’re used to. From the valley, you can see hundreds of grape vines disappearing into the hills in parallel lines. They follow the undulating curvature of the country; grooves on the land's fingerprint. 
“How about we walk up towards the village later?” 
“How are you not more hungover?” you groan.
“Powering through, I guess.”
With a little grunt more suitable to his internal rather than external age, he sits beneath a particularly gnarled tree and pats his lap expectantly. You perch there and he wraps his arms around you. It’s rare to see him in short sleeves so you take the opportunity to admire the subtle lines of his muscle. His usually pasty skin is starting to turn red in the sun.
“Did you use sunblock?”
“Forgot.”
“Then let’s head inside.”
“No.” He holds you to him more tightly in childish refusal and kisses your cheek from behind. He tips you slightly to one side, intending to playfight but succeeding only in making your head spin.
“Ugh,” you moan, and he rights you.
“Sorry, dear.”
The nausea fades and you lean your head against his shoulder. A lark sitting in a neighbouring tree trills its song, hopping gaily from one knotted branch to another. You feel his body relax with the press of your back and you run your fingers over a jagged scar on his reddening left bicep.
“Just look how white this scar is compared to your skin. It’s not good for you.”
He looks where you’re indicating, forgetting the sun as his eyes find it. He stares at his arm for what feels like a long time. One of his index fingers draws circles on the ground. When he speaks, his voice is calm but distant.
“There used to be a line of long scars there. She did them with her nails one time.”
His hand contorts to a claw and drags along the ground, leaving three-inch long channels in the dirt in the wake of each finger. A gust of warm breeze flows its way into the valley, making the lark take flight as its tree's leaves rustle. It reaches the pair of you and eddies among the hairs, erect on the back of your neck.
“Y’know, the older I get, the gladder I am that I fucked up the jump to 2019. I got to undo a lot of physical damage.”
The other side of this coin hangs between you, verbally unacknowledged. The physical damage could be reversed, but not the mental. He leans further into the tree, deepening your recline into him.
“Later, if you feel better, can I try again?”
“Try what?” 
“Fooling around. Maybe if we just touched ourselves? I think I could do it that way without feeling…and I do want you.”
He nuzzles you, nose in your hair.
“If you’re sure? We go at your pace.”
“I’m sure if you are. Maybe this afternoon? We could see where it takes us."
You remove your cotton wrap, turn and drape it around his shoulders. He covers his exposed arms and then lays them on top of yours, shielding you both from the sun.
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Most of the morning is spent lying in the suite’s hot tub on the terrace, Five keeping you both dutifully hydrated and shaded from the sun. When you fall asleep in there, sunglasses pushed askew against his shoulder, he looks down at you and smiles before returning his eyes to the sky and the thin altostratus clouds. 
His own hangover is all but dispersed: relegated to slight muscle aches for which the hot-tub is doing wonders. Apparently, yours is still raging, but sleep will be the best thing. He supposes being physically younger has something to do with him shaking it off sooner but the reflection worries him nevertheless. He had seen a glimpse of what the future could hold for him in the doppelganger who’d sacrificed himself to save you.
That version of him had clearly been a just-functional alcoholic; his mission the only thing keeping him from non-functionality. Yet, eventually, Five had liked him, (or liked himself), in spite of the uncomfortable truth he had revealed about him. Five's mind wandered: he would have understood. That older Five had been through the same things as him and more. No doubt he would say the shit with the Handler and the apocalypse faded into insignificance beside burying your baby and the woman you love in an unmarked grave, but he would still get it.
For the first time in years, the loneliness that had crippled him during the apocalypse-years rips through his chest. The sky blooms out above him in its infinitude and shrinks him down and down. 
Alone. Small. Insignificant.
You tried to understand, his siblings tried to understand and the trying was good but the fact remained that none of them would really get it; they couldn't. Being (almost) alone for decades had left him alone indelibly and irrevocably. The mind is auto-cannibalistic when left to pickle in its own company and, of this, Dolores had been both symptom and cure. Decades of decay had left him always alone no matter how big the crowd.
Or, if not alone, then lonely. 
He isn't conscious of his body aside from the blood pumping in his ears. He's off somewhere in the stratosphere, or else falling endlessly into the nested black holes of a kugelblitz. 
But then…you do get it- at least some of it. Even if you don’t understand, you act understanding.
He's aware of his breath now, gasping.
Yesterday, you let him give you that halting, childish kiss without pushing for something more normal. You perform understanding and maybe that’s enough.
His mind and lungs exhale and expand again, bringing his focus down and back into his body, your solid form and sunglasses cutting slightly into him. Now, he can slow his breathing and count the seconds he inhales, holds and exhales. After ten breaths, he's calm again.
He wakes you gently with a kiss and a tiny shrug of his shoulder.
“Come on, you. It’s not good to stay in here for too long.”
“Mmhhm,” you agree.
“Let’s take a nap and then I’ll order us some food, huh?”
After removing your swimsuits and drying yourselves hastily, you lie together on the fresh-sheeted bed, still damp. You’re asleep again almost as soon as you pull him to you, his cheek on your chest. He closes his eyes and lets your steady heartbeat lull him. He ignores his mind as it plays back her voice:
“So pure like this.”
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Late that afternoon, you awoke to find your hangover almost dispelled. After some lunch and light reading, you finally manage to see it off.
“You seem to be better?” he remarks, as you jump back onto the bed beside him, bouncing slightly in exuberance.
“Yup. How about you?”
“I’m just fine and dandy,”
He strokes a finger from your shoulder down to your forearm, a question in his eye. You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows, encouraging him to verbalize his question:
“How about you and I get up to something…?”
“Hmm….that sounds nice. What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t think I could…” his voice falters so he reframes the idea: “I want to watch you.”
You raise your eyebrows at him, finding yourself smiling at the fortuitous purchase you’d made before the wedding, now hidden amongst your possessions. You stand, let your robe fall and move towards the suite’s closet.
“So, Mr Hargreeves, you want me to put on a show?”
“O-only if you want to”
 You emerge from the suitcase with an eight-inch, transparent silicon dildo and his eyes go wide.
“I definitely want to.”
He sits up hurriedly, eyes not leaving the dildo.
“Is that new?”
“Yeah.” You smile impishly. “Honeymoon- you know.”
“Hm…”
“So…you can just lay back and watch.”
He smiles slightly guiltily, “That sounds...good.”
“But I’m going to need to get wet before you watch me, so how do you feel about making out?”
"I think I could manage that.”
He opens his arms and you join him on the bed. You don’t want to get on top of him for obvious reasons, and he doesn’t want to get on top of you for reasons that feel equally obvious to him. So, to begin with you lie on your sides, kissing and caressing. He’s more yielding than usual, but his tongue becomes more active the more he loses himself in the kiss. Soon, your hands are on each other’s asses, rutting at one another like horny teenagers. His robe falls open, giving your skin delicious, longed-for contact with his.
Heat builds in your stomach. You need more friction so, unthinking, you pull him over on top of you. He straddles you eagerly and grinds his hips into you. As you kiss, you wrap your legs around his waist. When he thrusts again, his dick slides down your slit, the tip nearly entering you.
You both gasp, surprised. He freezes, tenses and pulls back.
“I’d guess you’re wet enough.” he looks down on you, eyebrows raised. He likes that he can get you like this just by rubbing his body against yours. But he pushes the feeling down…danger lies at the end of that line of thought.
He gets off you and lies at right angles to you at the end of the bed, cupping his balls while you prop yourself up against the headboard and open your legs.
When you slide the dildo inside, he starts to jack himself off.
“I can see you stretch.”
“It feels big.” you whisper, letting the dildo reach the apex and shifting your hips to prod your g-spot.
“It’s for sure bigger than me.”
You start to fuck yourself, watching him as he watches you.
You notice that his strokes speed up when you pull the dildo fully out of yourself and he can see the whole length sliding in and out, disappearing and reappearing from your folds. It feels strange, to see him looking at you like that without him touching you; he looks as turned on as you’ve ever seen him.
He stares, feeling like he’s drooling. As much as he wishes he were that dildo, he doesn’t want that because then he’d lose this delicious sight. He watches your come dripping stickily onto the toy and his mind goes numb. He moans almost beseechingly, speeding his strokes. But he doesn’t want to come yet. He needs something else to do with his hands so rises to a kneel.
“Can I?” he gestures to the dildo.
“Sure”
You yield it to his hand and he does something that breaks your brain.
He slides it out of you slowly and lifts it to his lips. Then, looking you directly in the eye, he licks your come off it, starting from the base and running his tongue to the tip. Finally, he takes three inches of it into his mouth and sucks it like a lollipop, never letting his gaze leave yours.
“Tastes good.” He murmurs, stroking his dick more firmly.
When you talk, your voice comes out low in your throat.
“That was fucking filthy.”
He leans over and kisses you and you taste yourself on his lips. You moan out your anticipation as he slaps your pussy with the dildo. When he puts it inside you, he’s gentle, searching for the right angle but keeping a steady, pumping rhythm.
You raise your hips.
“Ah! There. Like that,” he speeds up and your eyes meet. You can feel his cock rubbing your thigh, “Can I rub you?”
He falters, “…maybe not.”
“Okay.”
He takes himself in hand and jerks in long strokes. He goes harder and faster with the toy on your g-spot, watching the dildo in his hand. His eyes are alight, his neck tense and jaw set. He looks almost angry in lust; his nose wrinkled, brow tight and teeth bared.
Fuck, you’re hot. His wife now; his wife. Shit. You like it hard like this. He can tell by the little mewls of encouragement you make as he speeds up, the way your hand tightens reflexively around his leg. You’re taking its whole length like a champ. He fucks his fist. You want it. He wants it. He wants to fuck you with your ankles up on his shoulders, wants to feel your warmth clenching every inch of him, massaging come out of him with your muscles. He wants to make you scream and cry on the end of his dick, scream and cry for him…he wants…
As his cock twitches slightly, a glob of spit flies between his teeth, landing on your cheek and dripping towards your mouth. Your pussy gives a particularly pleasurable throb as you imagine him spitting on you again…on purpose this time.
Your neck arches and eyes flash. The combination of his feral face, breathing, saliva on your face, and the toy pummelling your insides sends you falling behind a thick veil of pleasure. Behind your own groans, you hear his breathing become labored as he spurts against his fingers. He can’t keep a steady rhythm on the toy so you take it from him, jackhammering it into yourself and rubbing your swollen clit. He yells as if in pain, his thrusting pelvis rubbing his dick into his fist as his swollen tip drools the last few drops.
He collapses onto you, disregarding the come between himself and the bed. He wheezes out the question before he can catch his breath:
“Are you ok?”
“I’m more than ok.” You kiss him tenderly.
He allows himself to be kissed but becomes more preoccupied the longer you go. Post-orgasm clarity is closing in.
“Are you ok?”
“We’d better clean up,” he says.
You have a quick shower while he attends to the bed, his stomach and hand with a wet washcloth. When you’re back on the couch together, he naked and you wrapped in a towel, you lie down on his chest.
He strokes your arm, lost in thought. You can tell by the frenetic movement of his toes that he’s preoccupied.
“What’s up, sweet guy? Was that too soon?”
He blows out a breath and continues caressing you. His toes still tap. When he speaks, he sounds almost apologetic.
“Your Dad’s older than your Mom.”
“Huh?”
“What is he, eighty?”
“Yeah. Eighty-one.”
“…which means he would have been in his sixties when you were a teen.”
You don’t like where this is going.
“Have you been reading Freud?” you ask, trying to inject some levity. When he doesn’t answer, you continue, “You know he was a bit of a crackpot coke-fiend, right?”
Five ignores this. You feel his body tense beneath yours. Both his hands grip each of your upper arms with firm, supportive gentleness. When he speaks, he’s assertive.
“This might hurt but I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be honest. I've been honest with you; you owe me.”
“Five?”
“Please. Whatever you have to tell me, I can take it. You're my wife now; we'll get through it together, no matter what it means.”
His tone worries you, so you stroke his leg, trying to ease him.
“Okay, okay.”
He takes in a deep breath and holds you tighter.
“I don’t need details…but…did he ever…hurt you?”
“Woah.”
“…were you abused?”
“No!”
“-by any older man. Or anyone.”
“Of course not! What gave you that idea?”
You try to sit up but he’s still holding you.
“Tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell!” You wrench yourself out of his grip and sit up to face him, “The worst Dad ever did was swat me on the ass with a rolled up TV guide because I switched the football over to Ugly Betty. What made you ask that?”
“I just…” he crumples, putting his hand to his head, “I saw how much you wanted me to take charge, to maybe hurt you a little…and you called me Mr Hargreeves and maybe you’re…”
He trails off, tossing his head in frustration.  You sit up and stroke his face, leaning over him as he lies on the couch.
“I like it, you like it. Don’t overcomplicate it. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Freud said that too, presumably when he wasn't railing lines of blow off his mom's tits.”
Five chuckles reluctantly, cheek dimples appearing momentarily before smoothing over again.
"But I'm so much older."
"Haven't we been through this- right back at the start? You didn't care then."
"Because I didn't realize that I..."
“That what? Is this you trying to believe that you’re acting out your trauma on me again?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Tell me something: when you were an actual teenager, living in the library and having your marathon jerk-off sessions, what did you enjoy reading about the most?”
“I guess I wasn’t picky. But I suppose it was…stuff where the woman was submissive sexually,” he nods his head as if confirming this to himself. “So…it’s wrong to say that I only learned it from what the Handler did to me. I think I’ve always been like this… isn’t that worse?”
“You’re determined to see yourself as the bad guy, aren’t you?”
“There’s no such thing as 'the bad guy'.” he deflects.
You sigh, even in extremis he’s pedantic. “As an abuser then.”
Apparently unable to quibble with this word, he looks away. You continue:
“So why would you think that?”
“Because it was humiliating.” He lowers his voice, “I knew what it was like from the other side and I still did it to you.”
“But I like that: I trust you. You didn’t like it and there was no trust there. I like to feel a touch humiliated during- as long as I know it's all fantasy. And the difference is, Five, I consent: I ask for it. Hell, I’d beg for it when it comes to you.”
He meets your eyes. You know your words are slightly arousing to him in spite of himself.
“If someone did that to me without my consent then I’d feel like you did. Look at it this way: how does it feel when I ride you? When I flip the script a little and take control?”
“Good.”
“Isn't...that what she did? Remember that time I called you a ‘good boy’ and you seemed into it? Was that…okay? In light of this?”
His eyebrows knit together. How could you ask such a stupid question?
“Of course. It was you- it’s completely different. You're nothing like her.”
“Exactly. That’s how it is for me.”
His mouth contorts in semi-skepticism so you continue.
“Just…let me throw an idea out there: even if you were acting out your trauma on me…is that a problem?”
“Obviously.” He says, brow lowering, the little crease appearing between his eyebrows
“Why? If I consent and enjoy it? Isn’t that how some people deal with being raped anyway? Re-experiencing some of it in a way they're in control?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He says, abruptly, clearly approaching the limit of his emotional bandwidth.
“Okay.” You kiss the crown of his head and ease his head onto your chest, running his soft hair inbetween your fingers. You hug him to you, pulling a blanket from a wicker basket beside the sofa and wrapping it tightly around you both. You hold him as warm and firm as you can, as if you can squeeze the bad feelings out of him. 
“One last thing: would you consider speaking to a therapist?”
He snorts.
“Sure: hello Doctor, I spent decades shitting into holes in the ground while having a romantic relationship with a mannequin. Then I became an assassin for an organisation in dire need of HR reform."
You sigh. He's predictable.
“Well …okay. We’ll muddle through it together then. For now.”
You fall into companionable silence. 
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nahalism · 2 months ago
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i just quit my job, that drained me. It feels both bad and good, because I don't have another one lined up, but it takes out all my life energy. The energy of my coworkers is dark and bullying, it's disrespectful. One of them is giving me the chills since day 1 and has dark energy. I don't know if witchcraft is a thing, but I randomly saw a video about it, i think it was wizardliz and how she said you take that energy and get these thought w you, even if you don't want it, i was like, ok this is exactly this person. It's hard to explain. Anyway, in the end it's me allowing myself getting disrespected. It means I'm not in the right place. The darkness that it gives me, is pushing me to see the light. But still I feel bad, cause a lot of people need a job, want a job, and I threw it away after 4 years. I'm sorry for ranting in your inbox. I didn't tell anybody, because I know people talk me out of it, cause it's a good job and you need money right. But i feel like i'd hang myself, being around these people a day longer. I don't wanna say there's bad people, but it felt lke that and i know everybody that puts darkness on me, needs to find their own light and pushes me to find mine. But man, idk, i can't believe there are people like this. Who constantly talk and judge others, never check the mirror. I don't like labels ,but I use to question myself if I'm anti-social, autistic, weird, but I believe I'm sensitive to a point that it doesn't matter what anybody says or does, it's what i feel and if that isn't good, i can not be around you. I know someone who hurt me, but i know in my heart she didn't mean to. I guess she didn't know better. Despite that, I feel pure about her. Safe around her and I know she does with me. And then there're these people who claim to be good, acts of kindness, trynna hang w you, but then it feels off. Not pure. Not safe. Does it make sense? I know I will face more situations like this, but how do I deal with it. Do you have tips? Don't feel obligated to answer. I hope you are doing good x
heyyyy, first of all!!! congratulations on making a decision that makes you happy. you did something brave and took your future into your own hands. dont let outside noise, guilt, or fear move you from acknowledging that. there are always ways to make money, but our time here and what we do with it is finite so the quality of your experience matters.
i think you did a powerful thing trying to find how those negative experiences could teach you something or push you toward an experience of life you would rather have. as im sure you know, negative experiences are half the battle. mastering ourselves and our response to them is often the harder and more necessary task. however, knowing that can make leaving harder, cause not being able to 'rise above' and endure something tough can often feel like a failure to master yourself or those circumstances. that said, i think you did the right thing leaving a space that doesnt make you happy. as much as we can change ourselves, its not our job to change people, and at a certain point we have to believe and trust in what we feel. our feelings toward things are some of our indicators toward whether or not what we experience is aligned with us.
in terms of witchcraft. i know juju is a real thing but i dont give it much weight or credence simply because i believe like frequencies latch on to like frequencies. if its true that the universe is mental and we create our realities then those things that manifest in our lived experience have their root within us. — this is why 1) theres a deep meaning to 'no weapon formed against me shall prosper'. when you have conviction of yourself and your path, wayward energies cannot get to you or conquer you. if someone would wish you evil, but you hold no resonance toward that evil, or you have no fear/insecurity concerning their power over you, that evil cannot latch on to you and returns back to sender. — 2) (this relates to how you conduct yourself in the future), practice stilling yourself, knowing where you are going, and what your experience of where you will to go looks and feels like. then go forward. when you encounter people you disagree with, who trigger you, or who give you a similar vibe to the people you have just left, you can do one of two things. seek the aspect of you that identifies with them. (if you didn't identify or fear their ability to rub off on you, you would be able to tune them out or brush them off. soon they would cease to exist around you whether its them getting moved to another department, or you getting promoted etc) orrrr. choose to see them. understand that beyond the face they show you, they have different faces and aspects to them. who are they to their mother? their brother? their children. by seeing them in the full scope of their humanity you can remember that they are more than the aspect of them you see that aggravates you & in doing so treat them as you would treat someone you love. its a funny thing, cause that person could be an asshole to everyone else, yet the softest most generous person to you, because when we see people for who they are or even more than what they are, they usually respond in like mind.
wishing you so much luck and good fortune in your future endeavours. your effort will not betray you 💋
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dbfacets · 2 years ago
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Facets: Chapter Thirteen
Summary: Alternate universes once again collide when Calabris and Turnis set out to find their own doubles!  First, though, they have to figure out how exactly to do that...
Author Notes: bringin back that classic mirrors flavor with this chapter!  hope you like it!
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Shot starts centered on CALABRIS, TURNIS, and ETRO’s house.  Shot then shows inside, where TURNIS and CALABRIS are chilling in their respective seats (CALABRIS is resting on the couch smoking space weed as usual).  TURNIS notices CALABRIS looks lost in thought.
TURNIS Something on your mind?
CALABRIS Hm?  Oh.  Yeah, I guess so.
TURNIS Alright.  Just checking.
CALABRIS smirks at him.
CALABRIS I was just thinkin’ about back when we fought that one guy--Ive, right?  The dude who ended up being the next God of Destruction?
TURNIS I remember him, yeah.
CALABRIS Yeah.  Well, I was thinkin’ about those other guys that helped us--the Patoto and Kinpa from another universe.
TURNIS Okay?  What about them?
CALABRIS I’m just like…  Do you think there’s other versions of us, too?  Think about it--how cool would it be to meet ourselves from another universe?  I think it’d be pretty dope.
TURNIS hums.
TURNIS I guess it does sound pretty interesting.  I don’t think we’ll ever find out, though; from what Patoto told us, they just kind of found a wormhole somewhere that took them to the other universe.  We don’t know where to find it.
CALABRIS takes another drag in thought.  He then looks over at TURNIS.
CALABRIS Why don’t we just ask them, then?  They were the ones who found the wormhole, right?  Maybe they know how to find it again.  It should be in their coordinates history.
TURNIS I mean…  I guess that’s a possibility, but that was years ago.  They’ve probably been to hundreds of other places by now.
CALABRIS Trust me--that Kinpa dude is pretty smart.  I’m sure he can figure it out.
TURNIS sighs.
TURNIS Alright.  If you can get us a way there, then I’d be up for checking it out.
CALABRIS Sweet.  I’ll go call them.
CALABRIS slides off the couch and heads into the kitchen, where ETRO is cooking a meal.  ETRO looks up.
ETRO Hey, Cal.
CALABRIS Yo.  Hey, do you remember where we put the scouters?
ETRO Sure.  They’re in that drawer over there.  What do you need them for?
CALABRIS walks to the drawer and takes out his old scouter.
CALABRIS We’re gonna contact Patoto and Kinpa and ask ‘em to take us to a parallel universe to try and find our doubles.  Wanna come with?
ETRO Oh…  That sounds fun.  I can’t, though; I have to work.  But you two have fun and be safe, okay?
CALABRIS walks by him and gives him a pat as he passes.
CALABRIS Sure thing.
ETRO smiles gently at him as he walks away.  Calabris plops back down on the couch and presses some buttons on the scouter.
CALABRIS Yo.  Patoto?  It’s Calabris.
PATOTO (over scouter) Calabris?  How the hell did you get this frequency?
Shot changes to show TURNIS watching him with a little, endeared smirk.
CALABRIS Don’t worry about that.  Listen, I gotta ask you something.
Cut to later; shot shows a view of CALABRIS and TURNIS’ ship flying through space.  CALABRIS is piloting, TURNIS is sitting shotgun, and PATOTO and KINPA are standing behind them.
KINPA Thank you for letting us use your ship.
CALABRIS No prob.  You sure this is the right direction?
KINPA looks at his portable monitor that he has out.
KINPA Yes, it should be.  We should be nearing the wormhole by now. CALABRIS Cool.
TURNIS You said your doubles live on Earth, right?
KINPA That’s right.
TURNIS Hmn…  I’ve heard of that place.  Never been myself, though.
PATOTO It’s alright.  The food’s at least good.
The ship rattles, and PATOTO and KINPA brace themselves by hanging onto the chairs.
CALABRIS Hold on--it looks like it’s gonna get bumpy.
The ship flies through the wormhole and pops out on the other side.  Earth soon comes into view.
CALABRIS Whoa.  Is that it?
KINPA Yes.  That’s Earth.
TURNIS Pretty convenient that it took us right to it…
CALABRIS I’m not complaining.
Shot changes to show M!PATOTO and M!KINPA sitting against some hay in the chickens’ field.  M!KINPA notices the ship and pats M!PATOTO, who is asleep, and he opens his eyes.  The ship lands in front of their house, and the two go to see what the deal is.  Soon enough, the villainverse crew is stepping out of the ship, CALABRIS in the lead.  He waves.
CALABRIS Yo!
M!KINPA Oh, you’re those guys from before…
M!PATOTO Hey!!  Y’all came to see us again!
V!KINPA and V!PATOTO step forward.
V!KINPA We said we would, didn’t we?
V!PATOTO It’s been almost a decade, though…
V!KINPA Don’t ruin it, Patoto.
ZUMEG and EVELYN soon come out of the house.
ZUMEG Hey!  You’re back.  And you brought friends this time, too?
CALABRIS leans over to V!PATOTO.
CALABRIS Who is that…?
V!PATOTO That’s this universe’s Zumeg.  She’s my mother.
CALABRIS Whoa, holy shit.
ZUMEG walks up to them.
ZUMEG So?  You gonna introduce us?
V!PATOTO This is Turnis and--
CALABRIS reaches out and takes her hand to shake it.
CALABRIS I’m Calabris.
ZUMEG laughs a little.
ZUMEG Turnis and Calabris, eh?  I recognize those names.  You two helped fight that saiyan that was causing trouble a few years ago, weren’t you?
CALABRIS That’s us.
M!KINPA peeks out from behind M!PATOTO.
M!KINPA Uh--Hey!
V!KINPA Oh, hello!  Goodness, I’m still not quite used to seeing you, haha.
M!KINPA smiles sheepishly and rubs his neck.
M!PATOTO How’ve y’all been?  What brings ya here this time around?
TURNIS Cal wanted to meet his double from this universe, so I decided to tag along.  We had to bring these two to get directions over here.
ZUMEG Well, it’s nice to finally meet you both, and I’m glad to see Patoto and Kinpa again.
V!PATOTO smiles a bit.  He notices a little girl running out of the house, then.
YAM (off screen) Mommy, Mommy!  There’s a big ship in our yard!
ZUMEG looks back at her.
ZUMEG There sure is, honey.  Why don’t you come meet our guests?
YAM runs up to them and holds onto ZUMEG’s leg.  V!PATOTO looks down at her.
V!PATOTO Who’s this…?
ZUMEG This is Yam.  She’s my and Evelyn’s daughter, and my Patoto’s half-sister.
V!PATOTO Half-sister?  When did this happen?
YAM walks over to M!PATOTO and reaches up for him.  He leans down and picks her up and holds her in his arms.
ZUMEG She’s about six years old, so just a year or so after you fought Ive.
YAM looks at V!PATOTO, then at her brother, then back.
YAM Why are there two Big Brothers…?
ZUMEG pats V!PATOTO’s arm.
ZUMEG This one’s from another universe.
YAM Whoa…!  Another universe?
V!PATOTO looks kind of softly at YAM, and V!KINPA looks warmly up at him in response.
V!KINPA Well…  I suppose we should get going; it takes a while to reach Sadala, even with our advanced ship.
M!PATOTO You’re goin’ to Sadala?  Can I come?!  I’ve never been to space an’ I really wanna go!
CALABRIS There’s hardly enough room on the ship for the four of us already.  Sorry.
M!PATOTO looks a little let down, but ZUMEG soon pats his arm.
ZUMEG Don’t worry, Patoto--I’ll take you to Sadala one of these days.  I promise.
M!PATOTO smiles at her.
M!PATOTO Okay, Mom.
TURNIS We should probably get going, yeah?
CALABRIS Sounds good.
They all start piling into the ship again, waving goodbye.
V!KINPA We’ll be sure to stop by again before we return to our universe!
M!PATOTO Okay!  Y’all be careful, y’hear?
Shot shows the ship lifting up and then flying off.  Cut to a view of Sadala from space, where the ship is flying towards it.  Cut to a landing pad, where the ship is landing amongst other ships.  Ship parking lot.  CALABRIS and the others all climb out of the ship and look around.  Shot of the Capitol City, where tall buildings and towers are standing, including the royal castle.  CALABRIS hums.
CALABRIS Looks pretty similar to ours, doesn’t it?
KINPA It does…  You wanted to start searching the directory, right?
TURNIS Yes.
CALABRIS Well, let’s go, then.
CALABRIS and the others start walking towards the city.  Shot changes to show them walking through a crowd.  Good luck with that, too.
KINPA It’s certainly just as lively as our capital, isn’t it?
PATOTO Fantastic.  Hey, why don’t you two go look for your doubles on your own while me and Kinpa find somewhere to get out of this crowd?  We can meet up later.
CALABRIS Sounds good to me.
KINPA Alright, then.
The two pairs part ways.  Shot cuts to the Sadala Capital Military Base building.  Shot then cuts to inside, where CALABRIS and TURNIS are standing at the desk of the directory, whatever that looks like.  The lady at the desk is searching on a monitor.
DIRECTORY LADY You said Calabris and Turnis, right?
TURNIS Yes.
She looks through what seems to be a list.  She then hums.
DIRECTORY LADY I can’t seem to find anyone named Turnis in the force.  However, there is a record for a Calabris.
CALABRIS I knew it.  What’s he do?  Is he an elite?
DIRECTORY LADY He’s actually been retired for years.
CALABRIS Huh…?  Retired?
DIRECTORY LADY I can give you the means to contact him, if you wish to speak with him.
CALABRIS I guess that works…  Thanks.
Cut to the two of them walking through the crowded streets of the city again.  CALABRIS has his hands folded behind his head.
CALABRIS This stinks.  We only got info on one of our doubles, and he’s retired.
TURNIS How do you think we’re going to find mine?
CALABRIS I dunno.  We’ll figure somethin’ out.  We could just ask around, maybe?  Surely someone knows you around here.  Anyway, I’m gonna find some food before we do anything else; I’m starving.
TURNIS I smell some sort of bakery nearby.
CALABRIS Me, too…  Oh.  There it is.  I’ll run in and grab something for us to snack on.
CALABRIS walks into the bakery and looks around.  Nobody’s at the counter when he walks up, so he rings the little bell and leans on the counter with one hand.  He looks over his shoulder when someone approaches.
M!TURNIS What can I do for you?
CALABRIS Yeah, do you have any--
CALABRIS turns to look at him and stops when he realizes it’s TURNIS’ double.
CALABRIS Y--...  W--...  Uh…
M!TURNIS …?  You good?
CALABRIS Uh--Yeah, can you wait here, like, two seconds for me?  I’ll be right back.
Without letting him answer, CALABRIS runs out of the store.  M!TURNIS waits there, confused, and looks elsewhere while he waits. CALABRIS brings back V!TURNIS, who looks surprised when he sees his double.  M!TURNIS also looks startled.  CALABRIS does the Will Smith pose at M!TURNIS.
CALABRIS Look who I found!
V!TURNIS Uh…  Good job.
M!TURNIS Whoa…  Are you my long-lost twin or something?
CALABRIS He’s your double from a parallel universe.  We were actually lookin’ for you.  I didn’t expect to find you in a bakery, though…  Do you work here?
M!TURNIS Uh…  Yeah.  I’m the head baker.
V!TURNIS A baker, huh…?  Didn’t expect that.  That must be why we couldn’t find you in the directory.
M!TURNIS Oh, nah.  I was never the soldier type.  You look like a pretty tough guy, though, huh?
He looks at CALABRIS.
M!TURNIS What about you?  You found your double yet?
CALABRIS Not yet.  We were on our way to go find his house, though.  Apparently he’s retired in this universe.  Wack.
M!TURNIS giggles a little.
M!TURNIS I like this guy.
V!TURNIS That makes one of us.
CALABRIS God, T, you’re so funny, sometimes I forget to laugh.
CALABRIS nudges him playfully, and V!TURNIS grins a bit.
M!TURNIS Say, do you mind if I tag along with you guys while you go find your double?  I kinda wanna know what you’re like in this universe, too.
CALABRIS Sure, I don’t mind.
V!TURNIS Feel free.
M!TURNIS Cool.
M!TURNIS hops over the counter, and V!TURNIS and CALABRIS look at each other.  Cut to them all riding in the ship.  V!TURNIS is again sitting shotgun while CALABRIS pilots, and M!TURNIS is hanging out behind his double.  CALABRIS looks at them both before smiling to himself smugly.  Shot changes to show them walking up to a house in a foresty area after landing.  CALABRIS knocks on the door.  A few moments later, RUMASH opens the door.
RUMASH Can I help you?
CALABRIS looks down at her with a confused expression.
CALABRIS Uh…
RUMASH looks mildly threatened.
RUMASH Hey…  Who are you?
V!TURNIS I think we may have gotten the wrong address…
CALABRIS Bummer.
RUMASH I asked you a question!  Tell me who you are right now!
CALABRIS Jeez, chill out.  We got the wrong house.  We’ll leave.
M!CALABRIS (from inside) Rumash?  Who is it?
Shot shows V!CALABRIS, RUMASH, and the others looking into the house.  Shot then shows M!CALABRIS’ prosthetic legs before panning up to his face, which looks a bit surprised.  Cut to V!CALABRIS and the others looking equally as surprised.
V!CALABRIS …  Huh.
M!CALABRIS …  Uh…  Do you...wanna come in?
V!CALABRIS and V!TURNIS look at each other.  Cut to the CALABRISES and M!TURNIS sitting down at a dinner table while RUMASH and V!TURNIS stand beside their respective parties.  RUMASH is serving M!CALABRIS some juice.  They all kind of sit there in silence for a minute, staring at each other.  M!TURNIS looks between the two of them.
M!CALABRIS …  So…  You’re saying you’re me?  From another universe?
V!CALABRIS Yeup.
M!CALABRIS What happened to your tail?
V!CALABRIS It got burned pretty bad a while back.  What happened to your legs?
M!CALABRIS I lost them in a battle a few years ago.
V!CALABRIS I’m guessin’ that’s why you retired, huh?
M!CALABRIS Yeah.  It’s alright, though; Rumash keeps me company.
V!CALABRIS Who is she, anyway?
RUMASH I’m right here, you know…
M!CALABRIS You mean there’s no Rumash in your universe?
V!CALABRIS goes to take a sip of his drink.
V!CALABRIS No.  Why?  She important or somethin’?
M!CALABRIS She’s my sister???
That makes V!CALABRIS spit out his drink.
M!TURNIS Nice.
V!CALABRIS wipes his mouth.
V!CALABRIS Uh…  Yeah, I don’t have a sister.
M!TURNIS It’s so crazy how different we are compared to our counterparts.
M!CALABRIS Yeah…  How did you guys get here, anyway?
V!TURNIS We came through a wormhole.
M!CALABRIS …  Gotcha.  Are you two comrades or something?
V!CALABRIS gives V!TURNIS a look.
V!CALABRIS Somethin’ like that, yeah.
M!TURNIS looks between them before resting his cheek in his hand with a little smile.
M!TURNIS Ohhh…  I get it.  You two are together, aren’t you?
V!TURNIS Against all odds, yes.
V!CALABRIS He tolerates me more than anyone else, heh.  I think I used up all my good luck landing him.
V!TURNIS looks a little flustered, whapping him gently with his hand.
M!TURNIS It’s wild how we’re together in one universe, but we’ve never met each other in this one.
M!CALABRIS I know…  What about you?  What do you do?
M!TURNIS I work at a bakery in the capital, actually.
M!CALABRIS Really?  That’s cool.  I can’t really cook, heh.
M!TURNIS You should try it sometime.  It’s pretty fun and relaxing.
M!CALABRIS smiles at him.  V!TURNIS uncrosses his arms and places one hand on V!CALABRIS’ shoulder.
V!TURNIS Well, we should probably get going.  We came here with a couple other people, so they’re probably waiting on us to get back.
V!CALABRIS Oh…  Okay.  Have a safe trip home, then.
Shot cuts to them all heading to the door and the visiting group walking out.  M!TURNIS stops and turns to look at M!CALABRIS for a moment.
M!TURNIS Hey, Cal.  Do you mind if I come hang out sometime?  You seem pretty chill.  I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.
M!CALABRIS That’d be fine with me.  I don’t usually get visitors, so it’d be nice to have someone over.
M!TURNIS gives a thumbs-up.
M!TURNIS Cool.  See ya ‘round, then.
V!CALABRIS and V!TURNIS give each other a knowing look.
Shot cuts to Earth at night, where ZUMEG and PATOTO are flying through the sky.
PATOTO Where are we goin’, Mom?
ZUMEG Someone’s visiting from very far away, and they want to meet you.
PATOTO Meet me?  What for?
ZUMEG You’ll see.
Shot shows a man standing on a tall, grassy hill.  I guess I like things happening on hills.  Anyway PATOTO and ZUMEG land nearby on the hill, and the man turns around to look at ZUMEG as she approaches him.  PATOTO follows behind her at a distance.  He and the man look at each other for a moment, and the man has a sort of soft look on his face.
ZUMEG Patoto, this is Tarba.  He’s your father.
PATOTO is surprised by that.  He doesn’t really know what to say or do.  TARBA smiles at him.  PATOTO pauses for a moment before approaching him and quickly jumping up to hug around his neck.  TARBA laughs a little and hugs him back.  Eventually, PATOTO pulls away.
TARBA You’ve grown so big…  I remember when I could fit you in my hands.
PATOTO giggles and rubs his neck bashfully.
PATOTO Heheh, gosh…
ZUMEG He’s a lot stronger, too.  He’s achieved forms Lave hasn’t even heard of.
TARBA Wow.  I’m not surprised, though; I knew you’d grow up to be a strong man.  Say, if you’re alright with it, do you think you could show me one of those forms?
PATOTO O-okay!
PATOTO steps back and suddenly goes Super Saiyan Blue.  TARBA looks amazed and proud.
TARBA Whoa…  I can’t even feel your energy anymore.  What form is this?
PATOTO It’s called Super Saiyan Blue!  Apparently it uses divine energy, and that’s why ya can’t sense it!
TARBA cocks an eyebrow and looks at ZUMEG, who is grinning.
ZUMEG Patoto here got chosen to train with gods in order to get strong enough to defeat a saiyan that was causing trouble in the universe a while back.
TARBA looks at PATOTO for a few seconds.
TARBA …  Well, I guess that’s as likely as anything.  What kind of gods are we talking about here, anyway?
PATOTO powers down, looking excited to explain.  Zoom out while he does so.
PATOTO Well, first, there’s these colorful fellas with long ears called Kais…
Shot cuts to show the sky, then cuts to show KINPA sitting on a bale of hay outside of the barn.  He’s looking at a small button in his hand, seeming a little anxious.
ENLIL (off-screen) Kinpa!
KINPA looks up, a little startled, but he then perks up when he sees ENLIL standing there with a smile.
ENLIL You called?
KINPA slides off the bale and runs over to her.
KINPA Enlil!  S-sorry if I’m bothering you.  I just wanted to see you.
ENLIL gives him a soft look.
ENLIL You could never bother me, Kinpa.
KINPA gets flustered at that.  They walk over to the bale of hay and sit down together.
KINPA So, how have things been up where the gods are…?
ENLIL About the same as usual.  No big threats have come up in a long time, thanks to you all.
She looks up at the sky.
ENLIL I must admit, you saiyans have continued to surprise me.  First you figure out how to cross universes on your own, then you achieve divine power...and now one of you is the universe’s God of Destruction.  I can’t wait to see what you all do next.
KINPA smiles at her.
KINPA We’re just full of surprises, huh?
ENLIL You are.  What surprises me most is how easily you were able to get a god to fall for you.
KINPA is super flustered at that and kind of looks elsewhere with a blush.  ENLIL giggles and leans over, kissing his cheek.
ENLIL You’re so cute, Kinpa.
KINPA smiles sheepishly at her, and they hold hands.
KINPA I’m...really glad you came to see me again.
ENLIL Of course.  I’m always happy to see you.
KINPA kind of looks wistfully away.
KINPA I appreciate it…
ENLIL Is something the matter…?
KINPA Mh…  I dunno.  It just blows my mind how I went from being scared with no friends to being this close with a god.  I must be some kind of lucky.
ENLIL Luck has nothing to do with it.  You’ve come this far all on your own.  You don’t give yourself enough credit, and I really think you should.
KINPA gives her a soft, grateful look.
KINPA …  Thank you, Enlil.
They then just kind of nuzzle each other.  Pan up to show the top of the barn against the sky.
Shot cuts to a view of some birds flying through the daytime sky.  Shot then cuts to show the villainverse crew standing with their ship as they say their goodbyes to the mainverse crew.
ZUMEG So, did you find your doubles?
CALABRIS Yeah.  It was wild, they were so different from us.
V!PATOTO Now you know how we feel.
M!PATOTO While you guys were gone, guess who came to see me?  Tarba!  He’s my dad!  Isn’t that cool?
V!PATOTO looks interested.
V!PATOTO Tarba?
M!PATOTO Mhm!  He was really nice.  He came all this way just to visit me.  It was my first time meetin’ ‘em!
ZUMEG He was very happy to see Patoto after all these years.  He was pretty surprised to hear that I got killed a while back, too.
V!PATOTO looks startled by that.
V!PATOTO You what?
ZUMEG Oh, we didn’t tell you?  This power-hungry god came down and stole Patoto’s body and even managed to kill me.  Luckily, another god, Enlil, was smart enough to revive me with the dragon balls on Earth.
CALABRIS The dragon balls, eh?  We’ve used those before to bring our friend back to life.
V!PATOTO …  Huh.
CALABRIS Anyway, we should get going, I guess.  I don’t wanna leave Etro by himself for too long, y’know?
Turnis Heard that.
M!PATOTO Aw, okay.  I hope y’all come back again later!
V!KINPA We likely will.  We haven’t taken a proper tour of this planet, yet, after all.
Shot of the mainverse crew smiling up at the ship as it takes off.  Chapter ends with a shot of the ship flying into space.
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Imagine: “Goodbye to Forever” Emmet Cullen final part
It’s been weeks now of staying at the Cullen house, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t grown comfortable here. The wedding is tomorrow, and while Bella is as nervous as I’ve ever seen her, the house feels warm with anticipation. Everyone’s excitement makes it hard to think about anything but the wedding… well, almost anything.
Over time, Emmett and I have found a strange sort of balance. We talk, laugh, and flirt—but never too far, always keeping a boundary, unspoken but painfully present. Some days, his gaze lingers a little too long, his hand brushing mine in a way that makes my heart race. But we always pull back before anything more can happen.
The night before the wedding, Bella and I are helping Alice hang up lights outside the Cullen house when we hear footsteps behind us. I turn to find Jacob approaching, along with a couple of his friends from the reservation, all here to wish Bella well. Paul, one of Jacob’s friends, catches my eye, and I offer him a polite smile. He’s friendly, his grin easy and confident as he comes over, striking up a conversation with me while Bella chats with Jacob.
“You must be (Y/N),” Paul says, his voice low and smooth. “Jacob’s told me a bit about you.”
I laugh lightly. “Good things, I hope.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, his gaze lingering. “But I think he undersold it a bit.”
I’m about to respond when I feel a familiar presence nearby, and I glance to the side to see Emmett watching us, his jaw tight. He leans casually against the doorway, but his expression is anything but relaxed.
“Anyway,” Paul continues, flashing me a grin, “it’s rare to meet someone so… easygoing around here.”
Before I can respond, I see Emmett straighten and push off from the doorway, making his way over. He doesn’t say a word to Paul but slips his arm around my shoulders in a way that makes my breath hitch.
“Hey, (Y/N),” Emmett says, his voice calm but with an edge to it, his gaze flicking briefly to Paul. “Alice was looking for you inside. Said something about the… lights.” He gestures vaguely, clearly pulling an excuse from thin air.
Paul looks between the two of us, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, but he just nods and steps back. “No problem. I’ll catch you later, (Y/N).”
I’m about to answer him when Emmett gently steers me away, his hand lingering on my arm. “Guess you’re making new friends?” he asks, his voice light but his jaw still set.
I raise an eyebrow, amused. “I was being friendly, Emmett. Is that a problem?”
He meets my gaze, his expression softening, though there’s still a flicker of jealousy in his eyes. “I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” he says, his tone softening. “Some of us aren’t so great at keeping our intentions to ourselves.”
He lets go of my arm, giving me a small, hesitant smile. My heart aches with the urge to reach for his hand, to tell him he doesn’t need to be jealous, that he’s the one I want. But I hold back, forcing myself to smile, to keep things simple, no matter how complicated they feel.
The Next Day – Bella and Edward’s Wedding
The Cullen house is transformed, decorated beautifully for Bella and Edward’s wedding. My reflection stares back at me in the mirror, and I hardly recognize myself. Alice’s careful hand has made every detail perfect, from my curled hair down to the delicate, flowy pink dress that cascades down my figure.
As I step into the main hall, my eyes fall on Emmett, standing in his tux with his back to me. The way he fills out a tux is, frankly, distracting. He turns, and his gaze finds mine immediately, his eyes widening as they drift over me. For a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people here, the hum of conversation and music falling away.
“(Y/N),” he breathes, his voice reverent. “You look… stunning.”
I feel warmth rise to my cheeks, my pulse racing under his gaze. “Thank you,” I manage, trying to keep my voice steady. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He takes a step toward me, his expression softening, but before he can speak, I see movement from the corner of my eye. Paul has arrived, his gaze landing on me as he breaks into a grin.
“Well, don’t you look like the belle of the ball,” Paul says, striding over with an appreciative smile.
I give him a polite smile, a quiet thanks, but before I can say more, I feel Emmett’s hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the dance floor.
“Dance with me,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument, though there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes, as if he’s unsure if this is crossing a line.
As we step onto the floor, his hands find my waist, his touch warm through the fabric of my dress. I place my hands on his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath my fingers, and I can hardly breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze is intense, and I can see the hesitation in his expression, the struggle to hold back. “I know I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t keep saying these things, but… you should know.”
My heart feels like it’s caught in my throat, and I can’t help but smile, a soft, genuine smile just for him. “Thank you, Emmett,” I whisper, letting myself fall into his gaze, letting myself feel the warmth of his hands on me, just for this moment.
We sway together in silence for a while, the world falling away as he holds me close. “I know we’ve both tried to keep our distance,” he says finally, his voice low, filled with the emotions we’ve kept buried. “But sometimes… it feels impossible.”
His hand moves up to brush a loose strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering near my cheek. “You’re all I think about, (Y/N). I’m sorry if that’s crossing the line, but… I need you to know.”
I close my eyes, leaning into his touch despite myself. “You’re all I think about too, Emmett. I’ve tried to keep things simple, but… every time I’m near you…”
He looks down, his forehead resting gently against mine. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice a quiet confession. “It’s hard to keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”
The music fades, and I feel a tug of sadness as I pull back, letting my hands slip from his shoulders. “I’m not sure where we go from here, Emmett,” I whisper, my heart aching as I look up at him. “But I know that… that I don’t want to keep pretending either.”
He holds my gaze, his expression filled with an emotion so raw it makes my heart skip. “Then let’s not pretend,” he says softly, his voice barely a breath. “Not tonight.”
As the music picks up again, he holds out his hand, a gentle, open invitation. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t pull away. I let myself reach for him, letting go of the distance, just for now, just for tonight. Because in this moment, in his arms, everything feels right.
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Word guessing game: pinch, point, pray
Pinch(ing)
[Shepard] closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she breathes deep, bracing against that new, nauseous fear that there might not be a 'later', and now she actually has to prepare. Actually look into things like inheritance law, or what rights a parent may or may not have over their grown children, versus a named individual, versus -
Point (technically not a WIP, it's from Survivor's Guilt but there's a chapter 2 coming one day so. Technicality!!!)
“Exactly. Why in god's name would anyone even want to be a colonist at this point?” Hannah snorts. “Leave the comforts of Sol for a rural pisswater that makes Earth's slums look luxurious in comparison, and if you're lucky, you can assist smugglers and pirates for a few credits! Lord knows the Alliance can't help you, we're spread so thin we can barely hold ourselves together; and the Council won't help us, because god forbid they take some responsibility for bombarding a new species who had no idea they had stumbled into someone else's backyard. Now they tell us we can't make so many ships, can't go here or there without risking interstellar incident; but oh, we're useful guns to take out their fucking four-eyed problems, so they dangle just enough help until the Alliance is in too deep to actually pull out, and we're too damn scared to say fuck them all and strike out on our own.”
Pray(ed) - 👀 oh shit I kinda forgot I had this scene. Definitely gonna hang onto this draft.
[Thane] closes his eyes and focuses on their voices. Sidonus laying his sins bare, sacrificing his companions to save his own life - only for it to become a torment. The waver in Garrus’ voice with each insistence, until it cracks and he stands down. Shepard playing the conversation between them both as she continues to position herself before the path of any shot. It's hard, trying not to imagine what Garrus must see there in the scope. Darker eyes, perhaps lit by the dim neon - but no less defiant. Arashu protect Garrus, he'd prayed, but had he imagined there might be such a clear response?
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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago
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The puke is returned and after only about 5 minutes and it's the kind of break our sun has been getting he is a huge huge f**** and he needs to go we're assigning against assassins today and specialist and I need a permanent group I need people with a grudge against this guy I don't care if I sign you or not I need you out there but someone has to tell me something's happening to this idiot
Thor Freya
Where you get involved tomorrow he's been screaming to get rid of them I now see why they're using him to threaten him and he's sitting there holding the line and say I need people to help me hold the line and we're going to do it it's been a long time he says but he knows that people are building up and the things getting bigger as it gets bigger he just sits there and some sort of dumb a****** wild card and he gets murdered and his head is going to be destroyed and he's going to come back and it tells you something the guy is not even there so we have to beef It up and go after him here and him and out there all the time until it's all over for that freak outside he's out there right now and it's stupid a****** minivan inside that stupid s*** has something I mean the guy needs to go all the time I don't know why you people think you can sit there and provoke all these people to attack you but you're going to be attacked today Max and you're going to learn that ain't no free lunch
Frank Castle hardcastle
This stuff is juvenile it's toddler stuff that's directing attacks against you you're up there in space and a huge war and you can't figure it out you're too dumb to figure it out you haven't done anything correctly the whole time no for yourself and that was very stupid and I'm holding it against you and have a grudge and I hate you stupid a****** these people are bad too they think that get stuff cuz they're stupid and fell for your s*** but they're stupid so it's a conundrum it's like the fat guy in Austin Powers it's actually a direct analogy I don't know if you know what those are anymore
Zues Hera
You trying to see what you're saying we're sitting here bearing ourselves and not caring I'm trying to attack them and we're not doing much half-assing it and now they're attacking they're getting information and will probably be done we did it ourselves so we don't care and so on and it's their attitude so your people say you know what to do and so do you and I guess we're spent what you say is we know you have and you are spent your verbiage and your demeanor and your activities approving that you're a moron and you're stupid playing doesn't do s*** and treat me like bad for 15 years is not going to earn you a goddamn thing he says he's very young and can't tolerate any of it it's coming up with solutions for every single stupid thing that's out of line including what we did to his mother and it's happening to us can you showing people are spy technique including not having money and is happening to us people going after the money and the funds and he's taking over financial institutions including hidden weaponry that will try to make while we supposedly lose control there's a big huge list if we put it together we can see these really pissed off and we're not doing the right thing but as we say we don't feel like it and so he says it's terrifying you're doing exactly as I plannedacs
Macs
And they say you don't believe it and why I say is he's pushing it to happen just a lot of pressure for one person but he's very smart it's like a hidden Giant and you guys don't care what he's doing is awful but he says it's awful he's hanging out with two Giants for years and you got used to it give people are spoiled idiots just like these peopleacac
Mac Daddy
Seward Mac you programmed it to be stupid I'll tell you what these people are a lot dumber than used to be is not true they're taking guidance and now they're not and you're messing everything up that's the way it goes when you make people dumb
Zues Hera
They are out of control and they're going to ruin us this is a disaster it's happening all the time these people should be doing the job and they're doing a foreigners wanted to disaster
Mac Daddy
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