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for you.

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Undeserving of a love like yours, Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: None, I don't think

Summary: With Wanda being busy, it's up to you to stock up on the kitchen ingredients at the grocery store.

Series Summary: When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Fluff, teensy bit of hurt/comfort if you squint

A/N: okay you're going to be in the long run for a bit :] get real cozy with some music because of the bit of slowness. it'll get interesting soon, but for now enjoy <3

| Started on 05/01/2024, 9:51 AM |

| Finished on 11/01/2024, 12:40 AM |

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"I want to do all the things for you, that you thought no one ever would."

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The morning came around with the wind gently visiting the windchimes of other houses, and birds easily flying around with all their freedom and grace.

You stir in your sleep, the warmthness of the sunlight from the windows easily signalling your mind to wake up. But the cold sheets that greet you say otherwise. Your eyebrows furrow as you blink away the sleep. You move to put your head up and look at the empty spot beside you, along with your hand trying to find another. But all that came next was nothing but another empty space.

A quiet sigh comes from your mouth. You give up trying to find another body and instead lay against the bed deflatedly with your eyes closed. It was too early to get up so soon. You weren't going to. Right?

But you open your eyes once more, looking at the missing presence of a certain someone. It urged your body to get up. With a long stretch, you eventually come to a sitting position. She was definitely not in the bathroom. It was quiet, and the lights are off.

You turn to the edge of the bed, letting your legs touch the floor and your hands pushing down on the bed sheets. Begrudgingly, you stand up, going to search for the brunette you always see in the morning.

At the small sound of clatter you hear somewhere out the room, you now turn your head towards it and quickly go for the door that was open just a crack.

Soon, after making your way to the living room and finding nothing, but getting to the kitchen, you see a figure with a green jacket moving smoothly after closing the fridge. You smile and sit down on the barstool. There she was.

"What're you doing?" You ask, resting your arms on the kitchen island and watching her. There was nothing on the stove, or the counters, making you all the more curious as to what she was up to.

"Oh! Y/N." Wanda jumped, turning around to see you. She relaxed when she saw you, sitting with your slightly messy hair from your sleep. "Good morning. I'm about to go to the store to get some stuff. You want anything?"

"Sorry. Um, no, probably not. Would you mind picking up a hot chocolate on the way though?" You apologise, letting out a small laugh with your words, having not expected that she would be surprised at your sudden presence. But you know the grocery store is somewhere near your usual café spot, and so you follow along with that.

"Of course." Wanda said, a smile going on her face as she goes to the front door, grabbing her shoes from the shoe rack along with her socks.

"Can I come with you, or...?" Your eyes and head move along with her trail, with soon enough, your entire body turning on the island chair.

"You can't, I'm sorry милая (sweetheart). I have work soon, so I'll be rushing." She wears her socks and gets her shoes on, tying the shoelaces carefully. Your eyebrows raise at the sentence, realising she was out of bed all ready with a jacket because she had work today.

"Oh, okay. I could get the groceries if you'd like, while you go to work?" You suggest, not wanting her to stress too much about it when you have your own free time and car.

"That...is a great idea. Are you okay with that? I know you just woke up." She asks, having finished putting her shoes on and checking her pockets for her phone and keys, to which her hand eventually goes up to point at you for a second as a small gesture.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. You go on ahead to work and relax instead of rushing." You waved your own hand, nodding your head and giving her a reassuring smile. Relief might have flowed through her body when she looks up at you, mirroring your face.

"Alright. I'll see you when I get back home." She says, opening the door and walking outside with her eyes on you as she spoke.

"Okay. See you, and I love you!" You shout, in case she wouldn't have heard the last few words. She had almost closed the door, but opens it again for a bit to reply.

"Love you, too!" She says, speaking in a higher volume considering she was already outside. She closes the door by the time her reply had finished coming out.

Your heart warmed, and you stand up, using your hands to push up from the kitchen island and off the chair. You go back to the bedroom to take a quick shower, the water waking you up a bit more. Once you were out, you got ready to go on your way, wearing your chosen clothing and making sure your phone was in your pocket.

You go out to the living room, walking over to a nearby small table to grab your car keys. After storing them safely in your other free pocket of your jeans, the same as Wanda had done, you then go out the house, locking the door.

Instantly, the wind outside gently meets your face, but the leaves of the trees move a little too much for it to be simply a nice breeze. You click the unlock button, and the familiar sound of the car softly beeping reached your ears.

As you make your way to the car, you look around, seeing birds visiting trees and the rooftops of houses. The sky being gray didn't miss your eyes, but when you saw the drip of the rain on your car, you assumed it had rained while you were asleep.

The car door easily opens when your hand pulls on the handle. You sat in the driver's seat and shut the door, turning on the engine. The car rattles slightly, screens light up, and the engine hums.

After checking the road was clear, you slowly back out the driveway and start your journey to first, the café you love.

Buildings passed by, the trees, and soon enough accompanied with the park you and Wanda went to recently. Every part of this city reminded you of a certain memory. It was a stranger to you just a few months ago, but with you and Wanda's decision to move here, it started to become something familiar. Something close to your heart. It feels like home.

You make a turn to go to another road, one full of stores and small restaurants, even boutiques. But your only target was the small café sat just at the edge of everything else. Your eyes land on one of the many empty parking spots, and you carefully and slowly drive your way into one, parking the car.

After checking you were completely in the borders, you get out your car once the roads were clear. You make your way to the cozily decorated place, chairs and tables neatly placed. It was considerably empty, seeing as today was a weekday. But you knew by lunch hour, it'll be nearly as lively as the many other cafés.

You enter the shop, going up to the counter. Your eyes look up at the menu, reading the words written. Technically, you didn't need to, with how many times you've gone here, but neither of the staff members were at the cash register.

When one comes, up they greet you simply, asking what you'd like. They dusted their hands on their apron, having finished cleaning a coffee machine.

"A hot chocolate, please. With a to-go waffle." You say, your order simple. You were going to the grocery store anyway.

"Is that all?" They ask with a small smile after tapping the screen near the cash register and letting your orders count to a total price.

"Yep," you say with a smile, having not recognised the employee. You guessed it's a part-timer who got the job just recently.

You give them the cash to pay for the order. They take it and store it in the cash register, to which the receipt soon comes out. The employee rips it off and gives it to you

"It'll be ready in 10 minutes." Once that was done, they turn to make a hot chocolate for you and prepare a waffle. You wait patiently at the counter. After a few seconds you look around the café.

There were three tables occupied. One, with a guy busily working away on his laptop and eyes focused, a mug of coffee beside him. You hoped that doesn't spill, from how close it was to the device.

The other table held a person, student perhaps, writing down things in a notebook. You guessed they were doing homework. A plate with a half eaten pastry and a cup of tea was there. A common scene you would always see whenever you walked in.

But then you look to the last table that had someone, and see a familiar face. She's a blonde, brown eyes...leather jacket. It was Carol. Carol Danvers.

"Carol! Hi?" You say, with happiness at the sight of her after so long of not seeing her, but also a questionable tone coming out. She isn't usually here.

Still, she looks up at you, having recognised the sound of your voice, she wasn't surprised, but did have her eyebrows raised.

"Hey, Y/N." She said casually, as she did when you would meet her at the near bar. You walk to her table and away from the counter, knowing it'll be fine considering you had already ordered.

"What are you doing here?" You question while sitting down across from her, still confused at the fact that she was even here.

"I thought I'd hang here, since it's actually a good place. I was going to go do some training rounds, but it got cancelled," she said with a shrug. You blink, and your mind had to register her words for a bit from surprise before you realised she was serious. You'd always offer her to breakfast or lunch whenever Wanda couldn't just to catch up, but she'd always deny.

"I also got kicked from the bar, but then I saw this place," she said, once again, so naturally. Your eyes widen and your mouth moved panickly to make up a response through your shock.

"What? How?" You manage to say. The blonde pursed her lips and you raised your eyebrows.

"I may or may not have punched a drunk guy who tried to flirt with me..." she trails off, making it almost sound like the whole story was in that one sentence, and well, you almost hoped it was.

"Well, if he was that bad, he deserved it." You shrug, resting your arms on the table and leaning as you got into the conversation with her.

"I also knocked him out cold and then he threatened to sue for assault, so the bar kicked both of us out to break us apart," she says, pausing her movements before rolling her eyes. Her thoughts were that he should have forgotten his memories from how drunk he was.

"Oh my god," you whisper under your breath. You knew that must've hurt from having seen a crate of heavy gear getting picked up by her easily before just at her air force base. It was no surprise he'd be mad.

"They better still let you in after today. If not, we're gonna have to find another bar." You lean back. There were still no other customers, and it seems another worker had clocked in. Lunch hour is ticking in soon though, according to the small clock on the wall.

"Hey, I only got kicked out, not banned!" She exclaimed, making you giggle. The both of you have missed ranting on about everything and nothing.

The employee comes back with your cup of hot chocolate and a paper bag of a fresh warm two piece waffle, but notices you aren't at the counter. Their eyes search the place until they see you.

"Order of hot choc and waffles!" Both you and Carol's gaze traveled over to the counter. Although, yours were more alerted.

"That's yours," she says, guessing the order you had. Although she already knew you loved waffles and that there was no other recent people who's gone to take an order other than you.

"I'll talk to you more next time," you say quickly, getting up from the seat and going to walk up to the front counter, the part-timer waiting patiently. They carefully give your order, making sure you held your hot chocolate properly.

"Thank you." You say with a smile, your hands warming up from it quickly from the temperature. You turn to go to the entrance, now the next location being the grocery store.

"See you, Y/N." The blonde says, resting her own arms on the table now as she watched you move and open the door with your back. Lucky the door was push from the inside, and not pull. Perhaps they had thought about it, or it was just something fortunate to have.

"See you!" You turn your body to wave a little with three fingers, considering your hands were full. Carol tries to resist a smile and shakes her head, returning to her own meal.

You walk back to the car, and when you got there, you look down at your hands before decidedly transferring the hot chocolate with your waffle hand, seeing as you still had more fingers on that one. You could've done it earlier, but oh well.

After you open the car door and get in, you set down your drink in the cupholder and put your waffle in the middle of the car. Once more, you turn the engine on, but before you drive, you drink your hot chocolate. The warmth runs down your throat, setting a comfortable feeling in your bones and letting your muscles relax a little more.

You put your drink back down and set your hands on the steering wheel instead. Just when you were about to start driving to get out of the parking spot though, you look up and see the flower shop that's usually nearby.

You think about it for a moment before pulling on the handle and getting out the car once more, going over to the shop. There was a bunch of fresh flowers, beautifully put together at the front and in the place.

The owner was fixing up a bouquet, while you stared at the smallest vase that held hand-picked daisies. It wasn't a lot, but enough for a small glass vase.

The owner turns to look at you, a smile under his small mustache. His face was friendly and he was pretty old. You hadn't met him all that much, just a few visits, but you knew he was one of the kindest souls.

"That was picked up just this morning. The freshest one out of all of these." He nods towards the rest of the flowers, his hat moving along with it. Your teeth caught the inside of your mouth for a second as you looked back at the daisies.

"I think I'll take it." You tilt your head, going closer to brush your fingers against the petals. They were as softer than any flower you've touched before.

"For yourself, or a lover?" He asks, and you look at him, pulling your hand back slowly. He expects the latter anyway, but he was curious, as most would pick the others.

"Oh, um. For my girlfriend." You blush, having not used the word while speaking to a stranger in a while. He gently picks up the daisies, one of his hands holding them while the other went to grab something to wrap around their stems and keep them together.

"Well, then, she is very lucky to have someone thoughtful like you." He says, carefully making sure it was tight enough to not have the flowers fall out.

"And picking out a perfect choice." He looks back up at you, and you know he meant that it was rare to have someone pick one so small for a gift, other than for themselves.

"Don't tell anyone, but the smallest flowers always seem to brighten the room more than the bigger ones, even though they don't last long." He winks, making you giggle. The florist hands you the daisies and you take it, exchanging it with cash.

"Thank you for the flowers, mister!" You say, walking away to your car as you looked at him. He smiles and waves to you, making you wave back.

You arrive back at your car while he continued taking care of his other flowers. You get into the seat once more, now finally going on your way after setting down the daisies in the seat next to you. You reverse a little to then go forward and get back on the main road, driving towards the grocery store.

It wasn't a long drive, seeing as you were already close. After a few minutes of driving ahead, you soon arrive. You unclick your seatbelt and turn off the engine, grabbing your bag of waffles before you go. The car locks when you shut the door and hover your hand in the handle.

You enter the grocery store with a shopping cart, having gotten one that wasn't too rattly. As you go through each aisle, you pick out some things you remember off the top of your head that you needed back home when you checked.

Every now and then, you take a bite of your waffle, not wanting to eat it when it ends up getting cold. Somewhere along the way of stocking up, you notice a child watching you eat your waffle. You try your best to ignore the kid's stare, and go forward with your cart.

The mom was off looking at the different types of yogurts that was available in the cold area. You definitely weren't giving your waffle to a child or offering it. Nope. Eventually, you made it out the aisle and you let out a breath of relief. The stare you felt was gone.

As you were still in the cold area though, you chose to bring out your phone, not remembering a certain something. You click on Wanda's contact and message her.

do we need any sausages?

12:18 PM Today

You ask her, hoping she responds soon, considering you were about to be done with getting everything. Your eyes linger on the sausages. You remember still having a lot of them in the freezer, but that might be your mind messing with you.

Oh, well. You can just come back here if you needed to. You finish the last of your waffle and scrunch up the paper bag to drive the cart easier. You check your phone as you go, and you haven't gotten a reply yet still.

You walk through the last of all the aisles, and having forgotten about the message from the amount of time you spent looking at everything, you went to line up for the cash register.

Right as the person in front of you was done and you had started loading items on the conveyor belt, your phone buzzes with a notification. You grab it out and look at the message. Finally. Wait. It's been 20 minutes? Maybe she was busy.

We ran out a few days ago, so do get some please

12:46 PM Today

At the reply, you tell the cashier to wait as they scan the rest of your items. You quickly ran to the frozen section to search for sausages. You find them in record speed and hold them tightly as you made your way back, the food cold in your hands.

Really, you should've just taken it anyway just in case, but she did reply minutes later. You get done putting the groceries on the counter, and you wait as the cashier loads up the bags and lets you swipe your card.

After all that was done, you store your card back in your wallet and grab the plastic bags filled with food, walking back out to your car. Your phone came up with another notification, but you first put the bags in your trunk and close it.

You get settled in the car and check your phone, seeing another text from Wanda.

I'll be getting home late. sleep first if you need to later ❤️

1:00 PM Today

At that, your shoulders slump slightly. But you try to understand, and dismiss it.

okay. I miss you :(

get home safe <3

Read at 1:01 PM

You turn off your phone and set it down on the side. With the seatbelt clicked in, you drove back home, the sun still high in the sky amongst the clouds.

The silence kept your mind going too much, so you put on some music and let it distract you away from everything. You try your best to not space out, and focus on the roads. A sip of your drink is taken every now and then at the red lights, although there weren't many.

Minutes later you finally arrive. It somehow felt longer than the time you spent driving to the café and the grocery store, but maybe that was because all your aim was this time, was just to get home.

You get out the car and turn off the engine, remembering to unlock the front door of the house and opening it first. You then open the trunk to grab the plastic bags, easily going in the house with the open door. Your hands held them tightly as you put them on the kitchen island, making sure nothing fragile fell.

You go back to the car and grab your hot chocolate that...wasn't really hot anymore and walk into the house after shutting the trunk, the doors, and locking the car.

The last thing to do was close the front door of the house. Or well, second last. Now you needed to grab everything out the bags and organize. It's a tedious task, but you manage to do it slowly but surely.

The time was now 1:58 PM. It was going to be a long rest of your day if your morning already felt like an entire day. You had changed into a sweatshirt, perhaps even Wanda's, just to warm yourself up

You sigh and grab a book, laying down on the couch to hopefully pass by the time. Soon later though, with the air being cold in the room and the peaceful quietness, you end up taking a nap instead, being unable to focus on the book all that much.

And now it was 3:54 PM. You had woken up and the rest of the day went by the same, coziness and laying around. With some boredom, you decide to turn the tv on, scrolling on the phone having been uninteresting.

Not having work at the moment is fun, but it would be more fun if someone was there with you. You would spend some time doing your hobbies here and there, but it didn't help much. The tv had you somewhat focused though.

Soon enough, the time reached 7:28 pm. Which was the time Wanda would assumingly come home, seeing as she said she'll be late. But you yawn as you curl up on the couch, watching one of your favorite tv shows as you waited.

Your eyes were getting heavy, that much was obvious. But you try your hardest to not sleep once more. You know it'll turn into more than a nap with the sun having gone down.

While the scenes played on the tv screen, and voices talked from the show, you still somehow, manage to notice the sound of a car engine humming nearby and wheels rolling on gravel for a second or two.

You perk up a bit, and you look at the windows that were now almost pretty much pitch black. But you don't miss the light gleaming on a part of it.

You muster up some energy withn you and you got up from the couch, going towards the door. Sounds of keys rattling could be heard, and you unlock the door, then pull the handle down to open it. Behind, reveals that familiar brunette you love, standing in the porch light with a surprised face at seeing you.

Her eyebrows furrowed before she smiles, "Well, hi," she said, giggling slightly. She goes into the house with your quick greeting to which she didn't even get time to put her keys in the keyhole at all.

"Hi," you say, closing the door and locking it for safety. You smile and walk back to the couch, sitting back down while she kicked her shoes off and follow you.

"You didn't have to wait up for me." She stands by the couch, looking at you and seeing that you've got a show set up on the tv. She guesses that you've been keepin yourself occupied with it.

"I know, but I wanted to," you say quietly, leaning your head back on the couch and tilting it slightly, glancing at her. Her green eyes could shoot your heart with love and at the same time hold a somewhat passion in them.

"I got you donuts." She moves her hand up, holding a bag of donuts in it. Your eyes travel to it, and your face radiated joy when you see it. She sits down next to you and give you the donuts.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she apologises, snuggling close to you while wrapping her arms around your body. Her warmth quickly making you feel content and glad that she was home safely.

She slips her hand under your sweatshirt to lay it gently against your skin, and then going to lay a kiss on your cheek. Her hand was warm, and tickled you slightly, but it was comforting just as any other touch she'd ever give you.

"It's okay," you say, leaning your head against her shoulder. You're quiet for a bit before you remember something.

"I got you some flowers." You leaned forward to grab the small vase that contains the daisies, then going back to be close with her once more. Her lips were parted in surprise. "No, you didn't."

"That's so sweet of you. Thank you." She smiles, taking it in her hands. Her fingers gently touch the soft petals, and her eyes look softly at the little daisies.

You smile along with her, leaning against her as you watch her.

end of chapter 2. <3

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belit0 · 9 months

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AND IF THE SCENARIO WHERE READER TESTS THE LIMITS OF INDRA UNCONSCIOUSLY... DO YOU DO IT NSFW??? (i know, i'm a genius......or a masochist)

i really love how you write the personality of the characters (ESPECIALLY INDRA 💞💞💞) and you also give me good vibes and confidence AAA i love you, marry me

Thank you for your beautiful words, they reassure me to be doing the right thing with the kind of space I am trying to create on my blog, AND YES, WE ARE MARRIED IT'S OFFICIALLY OFFICIAL, PERIOD.

When I saw this order I literally screamed out loud because I thought it was amazing (but I couldn't do it right away because I had to give some love to Itachi 😭)

However, I don't know if this is… too much. Indra is the biggest villain in all my writing, and in this one, it's very evident.

nsfw version of this.

Huge TW: this is straight-up S,A (noncon) please, if you don't like this type of content, avoid this piece. It's raw.

(Y/N) feels real terror, almost as if his words were releasing an icy blast running through her body anxiously, a sudden emptiness in her stomach even worse than what she felt when seeing him enter the room. Time seems to stand still, as if Indra is waiting for a reaction, a misstep that will lead to her ruin.

"They forewarned you what might happen should you not listen to their advice, didn't they?" his words evoke the memory of the only woman who deigned to look her in the eye throughout the house, the only person who spoke directly to her when she arrived on the scene.

(Y/N) was wandering through the vastness of the home, and when she entered the library to browse through the myriad of books kept there, one of her personal maidservants dared to warn her regarding her alleged husband.

"Miss (Y/N)..." she had spoken, looking all around, afraid that someone would hear her, that someone would see her trying to communicate with the girl, "do not underestimate Lord Otsutsuki, he is a fearsome, ruthless, cruel man... please do not pursue him, you wish not to meet him!". She looked terrified, trembling from just putting his name in her mouth, as if trying to look small in size and hide among the objects in the room.

After finishing her admonition, she had run away, disappearing down one of the building's many corridors.

Her statement had stuck in her mind, etched in her memory, and after that occasion, she had never seen the servant again. Assuming that the woman had been assigned to some other task, or changed in position or responsibility, she now understood the terrible consequences the poor woman must have suffered just for trying to help her.

Indra is a monster.

"Perhaps I ought to taste how capable of a woman my wife is? It's about time, isn't it?" One of his hands releases her hair, sliding down the flat of her back and down to her waist, holding her and resting what looks like a hard object against her bottom.

"After all, we never had a wedding night." He lifts the robe (Y/N) is wearing, the Uchiha garment she was forced to dress in from the first day in her new home, and with both hands this time, effortlessly rips her underwear off.

"Please... Lord Otsutsuki, not like this..." She cries disconsolately, surrendered to the situation and knowing what is about to happen. Her only possible escape is to try and please his ears, to sweeten his being with obeyed orders and flattery to free herself from this. Never had she imagined her first time in such a way, let alone with the greatest tyrant on the face of the earth.

Finally understanding her poor servant's warnings, she sends a silent apology to the woman, wishing to think she still preserves her life.

"Lord Otsutsuki... please, (Y/N). My dear husband, if anything." She can hear the mocking tone in his voice, the sarcasm, as if he had a smile made up of pure evil on his face while pulling down his pants and readying himself for her entrance.

"The madder you quarrel the madder you will hurt, I hope now you comprehend there is no use wishing to move against me." He spreads her legs with terrifying force, and (Y/N) has no will to close them again. Trying to save herself from this would involve fighting, and what would the strength of an ordinary woman do against the most powerful man in the world? To want to avoid her bitter fate is buying a ticket to hell, with Indra being the one sending her there.

Completely dominated and with no escape from the bed, she listens as he spits on what is probably his hand, preparing something that will glide enough to enter her. Her body will not cooperate under these circumstances, totally blocked and without the slightest desire for what is about to happen to her.

"Isn't this preferable, (Y/N)? I overheard your whining about how little attention you were receiving, your prayers of how it would please you to have someone speaking to you, seeing you, listening to you. Here you have it, someone providing all you asked for, the least you can do is beg for it." Without thrusting in but resting the head against her buttocks, she can feel Indra touching himself, preparing to outrage her in the worst possible way.

"Please... don't..." She follows his orders, hoping he will have the slightest mercy not to proceed in this way, not to take her as if she were an object under violence and threats. They could have a splendid marriage, full of love, but the Otsutsuki chooses a path of disgrace and darkness, something she cannot understand no matter how hard she tries. Between tears and sobs, not daring to raise her head and face him, she pleads for her integrity, for her husband not to snatch away her first time in such a cruel way.

She hears him laugh, and knows it is all in vain.

Without warning, he opens her thighs with both hands and enters ferociously, penetrating her roughly and burying himself into her deepest point. The mixture of pain, physical and emotional, makes her cry out helplessly, wailing at the top of her lungs at her inability to do anything to protect herself.

He moves inside her, without concern for her body or mind, using her as he wishes, "Remember this, remember this for as long as you live. You are nothing, (Y/N), no... worse than nothing, at least nothingness itself has value. You? No... I will show you what value you have to me, I will give you a reason to be." He speaks as if she were his worst enemy, as if she had killed his entire family, as if she had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

Her body transforms under Indra's motives, using it as releasement regardless of consent or desire, regardless of what she intends, what she wants. She is nothing more than a piece of nothing in his eyes, a hole to use when he deems necessary, a container to procreate what will be their terrible children.

In shock, she no longer even records how the tears stream in droves down her face, causing her hair to stick to her cheeks and her skin to burn. She ignores all physical sensation, detaching herself from the situation and looking at it as if outside her body, in the third person. (Y/N) becomes a spectator to her own rape.

She sees herself moving her mouth, presumably pleading for her own sake, but cannot hear what she utters, unaware of her words, "Please... you don't have to keep doing this. I can't-"

"You're right. I don't have to stop. I don't wish to stop. You don't have to do anything though. You can lay there; scream and cry for all I fucking care. You'll get me off faster." He interrupts her abruptly, answering her attempts at liberation with harder movements, driving into her even more brutally.

All she feels is an overwhelming heat between her legs, a thick liquid that seems to keep pouring out and staining the sheets, generating a circle composed of a warm sensation under her pelvis.

The only thing she senses is the blood that Indra forces her to spill, painting everything with an intense red color, just like the one in his devilish eyes.

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thechurchofgvf · 2 years

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Faithfully

Jake Kiszka x Reader

18+ only! Minors DNI

A bit of everything here! Lots of fluff, a touch of angst, littlest bit of soft smut. Based on one of my favorite songs, Faithfully by Journey. I always think of Jake when I hear this song, therefore this was born.

Cover art made by the ever lovely @mintysammykiszka

Highway run Into the midnight sun Wheels go round and round You're on my mind

As another show wrapped up and everything was being packed up, tour busses ready and waiting, all Jake wanted was to call you. The tour seemed endless, a blur of venues, tour busses, and occasional sightseeing. As much as this was Jake’s dream, at the end of the day you were his dream too. It’s funny how things like that can change in an instant.

You remain on his mind as the tires on the asphalt of the road creates a constant droning noise that becomes the backing track to his thoughts. Staring off into space, he’s thrown from his thoughts as Josh plants himself in the spot next to Jake, twin telepathy making an appearance as he instantly knows Jake just needs his presence.

“She loves you, ya know. She misses you and I’m sure she would love to hear from you.” He affirms, turning to face his other half.

Not turning to face his brother, Jake continues to stare straight ahead. “I know.” He murmurs, a sigh leaving his lungs, deflating a bit at the mention of you. You hadn’t been able to talk much recently, aside from the occasional check in, the lack of contact was wearing on both of you.

Restless hearts Sleep alone tonight Sendin' all my love Along the wire

The bus finally came to a stop, pulling up to the hotel where they’d be staying for the night. Jake thanked whoever was out there looking out for him that they were in a hotel for the night with a real bed and separate rooms instead of the cramped tour bus with little to no privacy.

Getting their room keys, his brothers break apart, each tiredly moving to their designated rooms. Throwing himself onto the pristine bed, he shoots you a quick text, positive that you’re dead asleep in your shared bed at this point.

Plugging his phone in to charge, he hops in the shower to unwind before heading to bed. Coming out wrapped in a towel, he checks his phone, deflating even more upon finding no new notifications from you. Throwing on some clothes, he crawls into bed hoping sleep will find him quickly. He has no such luck, instead tossing and turning throughout most of the night. Finally having enough of that, he grabs his phone, reading through some of your past messages and looking through pictures of the both of you together. Seeing your smiling face and all the memories you’ve made together, a sad smile makes its way onto his face, eyebrows furrowing as he realizes exactly how much he misses you.

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family Right down the line, it's been you and me And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be Oh, girl, you stand by me I'm forever yours Faithfully

When the band first became big, recognized by other artists, and offered a chance to make it in the music industry, Jake had no interest in ever settling down or finding someone to come back to. He looked forward to his freedom and the rockstar lifestyle that was being offered to him. With that reputation to use and uphold, there were groupies and women always throwing themselves at him and that was more than enough. He wasn’t in one place long enough to ever know them beyond that once off meeting. Then you came along. Different from the rest, quieter and more reserved, not throwing yourself at his feet. There was something behind your eyes that drew him in. From the first moment that you locked eyes, he was hooked. You had shared a few drinks, conversation flowed easily, and was deeper than the usual conversations he had grown used to, surrounding the industry and what it was like to be an up and coming rockstar. He tried to move on, and at first it was easy. Go on to the next place and repeat the same rituals as every place before. But at the end of it all, laying in his bunk after a long day, you always made an appearance in his minds eye. Your laugh, the tilt of your eyebrows, the genuine interest shown in your eyes, wanting more than just the Jake from Greta Van Fleet that most others were interested in.

Still, it’s always been you and Jake. In it for the long haul. Jake knows it’s not easy loving him, his career makes for very little privacy for either of you. There are always fans asking for pictures whenever you go out together, or people snapping pictures to post online. You have to share your time alone with any fans who may come to meet you both. No matter where you go or what you’re doing you have to be constantly careful and aware of your appearance as anyone may recognize you as dating the famed guitarist. Learning to be ok with others loving your boyfriend as much as you took some time, it seemed like most females (and plenty of males) threw themselves at him. Not that Jake ever paid them any mind.

Jake tried his best to be always present. Even if he couldn’t be there physically, he was only ever a phone call or text away. He wasn’t one to be on his phone constantly, but he had special notification alerts set for you so that he wouldn’t miss a thing. He always felt bad when he had to miss big events, a dinner you were being honored at or special dates such as birthdays or anniversaries. Still, he tried his best. Gifts were mailed and set up to be delivered throughout the day, and he was waiting not so patiently to hear all about your dinner after it ended. No matter how hard he tries he feels he’ll never be able to give you what you deserve due to his job and travels. Whenever he brings this up to you, it’s quickly dismissed and shaken off and you tell him all the ways he’s exactly what you need.

Circus life Under the big top world We all need the clowns To make us smile

You both knew that nothing in this relationship would ever be normal. Not only was it long distance with Jake touring the better part of the year, but everything was under speculation and the watchful eyes of the world. It often felt like a circus, and you were the lions jumping through the fiery hoops. Jake did his best to keep your relationship under wraps. Not that he was trying to hide you away, just that he wanted to shield you from any potential hate that may be sent your way by “fans”. All your social media accounts were private, and Jake hardly posted you on his pages. Everyone knows he’s in a committed relationship but know virtually nothing about it or you. No matter what, Jake would always be there to guard you from the cruel world around him. You were his rock, his love, his light in the darkness. When the days were long and rough, all it took was someone asking about how you were to make him smile again.

Through space and time Always another show Wonderin' where I am Lost without you

Jake is lost without you. Tour feels endless and repetitive until you’re there with him. Facetime calls can’t make up for the many miles between you, but it’s the best you both can do given the circumstances. Still, it’s not the same as being there in person and you both know that. You both count down the days until you’re able to hold each other in your arms. Nothing is better than the first moments you’re together again after a long series of being apart. All Jake can focus on is counting down the days until he can see you again. As the number of days gets smaller and smaller it begins to take up more and more of his attention. The need to be with you becomes so great that he begins to lose his edge, fumbling during a couple shows. Hoping for a better night than the past few, Jake sits in his dressing room, back to the door, phone in hand, your contact pulled up. Three more days before you’ll be together again, and this time you’ve managed to get a couple weeks away from work and school to stay with Jake and his brothers, finally getting some time to travel and unwind after exams.

His phone stares back at him, the droning of the dial tone ringing out into the room as Jake tries to call you for the 4th time. Yet again, the dialing turns into your voicemail, before he ends the call. His elbows come to rest on the counter in front of him, head falling to rest in his hands, fingers knotted into his hair.

A knock comes on his dressing room door. “I’m busy!” He calls out to whoever could be looking for him in that moment. He presses on your contact on his screen yet again. Before the phone begins to ring his dressing room door is popped open and you stick your head into the room. Jake has yet to look up, still too lost in trying to get ahold of you.

“I’m aware. Now can you quit blowing up my phone babe?” You sarcastically quip back. Jake whips around, turning to look at you over his shoulder. A perplexed look crosses his face before the biggest smile you’ve ever seen comes over him. His whole demeanor changes as he rushes to stand, the chair falling onto its side in the process. You’re pulled from the doorway into the room and into his arms, crushing you in a bear hug.

“Surprise!” you murmur into his shoulder.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be here for a couple more days?” Jake rushes out, his face buried in your hair.

“Well, a little birdy told me you were struggling, and I was able to rearrange some things and convince my boss to let me off a couple days early to come see you. I couldn’t wait any longer for this.” You whisper, pulling him even tighter to you.

Jake doesn’t respond, only squeezing you tighter as a few tears begin to break through his waterline. Pulling back, your eyes lock. Your eyebrows furrow at the tears tracking their way down his cheeks. Bringing your hands up to hold his face, you wipe away his tears before he ducks down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again I get the joy of rediscovering you Oh, girl, you stand by me I'm forever yours Faithfully

Being apart more often than not is not easy on either of you. Month’s apart with you not able to visit with your classes, and Jake not able to take a couple days off due to most days being full of travel, interviews, and shows, conversations can begin to lack, both of you tired of this long distance and miserable without each other. When tour is over and Jake is finally able to come back to your shared home, it takes some time to get used to having each other back and having to relearn each other. Routines must be relearned, and small details have changed.

“Jake, what’re you doing?” you groan out. Glancing over at your alarm clock on the nightstand, the time of 2:19 shines back at you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Jake asks as he enters your bedroom once again.

“Just a little. The bed was cold without you.” You whine, still half asleep.

“Well let me fix that.” He says, placing the guitar he was messing with against the wall next to the bed. Pulling back the blankets he crawls in next to you, to which you instantly wrap yourself around him. You tilt your face up to him, puckering your lips for a kiss. Jake chuckles at your antics, your heavily lidded eyes were barely open, and your cheek was lined with marks from the sheets, attesting to how deep you were in the land of sleep. Humoring you he drops innocent kisses across your cheek, the bridge of your nose, and onto your other cheek. You hum in contentment as he finally kisses your lips. The once innocent sign of affection takes a turn as his lips drop down to your neck, the skin becoming marked with a necklace of red and purple as Jake sucks and nibbles his way around. A gasp leaves your lips, hands flying up to tangle into his knotted locks. Your incessant tugging pulls a groan from your lover who shifts you both, him now resting between your legs. Jake’s old shirt which you’d stolen for the night is quickly removed as are the sweatpants resting low on his hips. You arch your back in pleasure as Jake’s lips travel lower down your body. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, you pull him back up to meet you.

“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows furrow, eyes searching yours.

“Missed you. Wanna feel you.” You reassure him, pulling him even closer still. A lovesick smile breaks out across his face as he returns your embrace.

“Oh baby. Missed you more than you know.” He murmurs, breathing in your scent.

The passion in the room rises along with the temperature as you both become frantic. Heavy breaths and wandering hands as you both find your pleasure in each other.

Pulling you into his arms, you move to lay your head on Jake’s chest. His soft gravelly voice rings out, the rumble of his voice in his chest felt against your cheek. Talking about everything and anything, Jake tells you stories of the road, and talks about a new recipe he wants to try for dinner tomorrow, and as he begins on the topic of possibly going to visit his parents, sleep starts to take over your senses. The rhythm of his heart slowing and his fingers tracing up and down your spine lulls you into sleep.

Faithfully I'm still yours

Through thick and thin, everything that you’ve been through and everything that is constantly going on and changing around you, you always remain constant in his life. For that he’ll never be able to tell you how thankful he is or how much he loves you. You’re always there to ground him when things feel like too much.

“Hey Jakey!” your cheerful voice rings out upon answering your buzzing phone. A beat passes with nothing from his end and your eyebrows furrow. “Jake?” you try again. That’s when you hear it. Jake’s breathing is unsteady, inhales shallow and exhales coming too fast. “Oh baby…” you start upon realizing what was going on. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. At times everything got to be too much for him to handle by himself. With everything that was expected of him on a daily basis whenever things changed or something didn’t go quite to plan it could be overwhelming, toppling over the carefully stacked pyramid of his life. “Talk to me. What’s going on? Whose ass do I need to kick?” you try again when he hasn’t answered after another minute.

“Do you love me?” He asks tearfully. This catches you off guard.

“Of course I do!” you rush out. “What makes you think I don’t? Did I do something? Was it something I said?” You ask now frantic yourself.

“I just don’t understand how you can love me when I’m never there for you. I mean I’ve missed so much that I should’ve been at for you. I’m a horrible boyfriend y/n. You should find someone else who can be there for you and love you properly. It’s what you deserve.” Jake sobs out, his voice breaking as he speaks.

“Jacob Thomas, you listen to me right now. I don’t want anyone else. You make me so happy. Happier than I’ve ever been in fact. I don’t know where you got these ideas, but I need you to lose them. You hear me? None of that is at all true. I love you so much. You are here for me. In every way that counts. You try so hard and put in so much effort to make up for not being able to be there in person it just makes me love you even more. I’m so sorry that you can’t feel my love right now.”

“No, you’re right angel. I can feel your love I know how much you care for me. I’m just missing you right now. There’s a lot going on I can’t seem to get ahead before there’s more to do. I can’t sleep without you. I haven’t slept well since we went on the road again.” He finally admits.

“Oh love, I’m so sorry.” You tell him. Going into your messages, you shoot Josh a text to have him check up on Jake and keep an eye on him for you. “What’re you all up to now? It’s late for you, isn’t it? Go see if Josh will let you sleep in his room, I just sent him a text. I don’t want you alone tonight love. I’m worried. I’ll see what I can do, I’m looking at flight’s right now.”

“You really are something special, you know that don’t you?” Jake whispers through the phone after you talk for a while more. “I’m not sure where I’d be without you.”

I'm forever yours Forever yours Faithfully

“I am baby. Forever yours.” Jake whispers into your ear as he pulls you even closer into his chest by his arm wrapped around your waist. You sway back and forth together, a small, contented smile gracing your lips. It wasn’t easy, but here you were, surrounded by your loved ones on your wedding day. Every day apart was worth it, you had made it. No matter what was thrown your way, you knew you could handle it because you had the love of your life by your side. And look how far you’ve come already.

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on-the-shoulders-of-rootstock · 4 months

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What The Fuck Is On The Shoulders Of Rootstock?

If you're anything like me, you have a love/hate relationship with the Human Domestication Guide writing project - which is not to say that I hate it. There's a lot to love!

I love the indulgent depictions of post-scarcity, I love xenobiology and xenoculture, I love the ten-foot plant-monster mommy-dommies, I love seeing capitalism and imperialism smashed into teeny-tiny pieces over and over. I can't get enough, and it's what sucked me in.

However, I also personally disagree with the way certain aspects are handled, and believe they impede HDG in general:

My kinks are not your kinks.

The Affini are too perfect.

Over-focusing on kink.

No sense of scale.

I've started this blog to set up an organised central worldbuilding reference for anyone else interested in taking the same tack with HDG. You should absolutely send in asks if any of this interests you.

Why don't I just go start my own post-scarcity worldbuilding project specifically tuned to my own tastes? One, I've already done that (like, twice). Two, HDG still has the aforementioned elements I love and want to work with, and I want to riff on them alongside others I know who also play within HDG's space.

More detail below:

1. My kinks are not your kinks. This is the big one for me. I acknowledge that HDG was originally started explicitly as noncon intox hypno brainwashing petplay erotica, but that's not my speed. My relationship to submission is about maintaining self-control and making the decision to obey, rather than having my decision-making forcibly taken away from me. Intox, hypno, brainwashing, etc. all run against my ability to enjoy the HDG themes I do like, and I am picking and choosing what's on my plate while still leaving room for others to add the usual stuff in.

2. The Affini are too perfect. This is with regards to the way the Affini are written in "canonical" HDG media as being perfectly-competent supreme overlords who can do no wrong and have negligible rates of failure at anything they do. For me, this is boring. Characters in media are fun because they are imperfect, because they fuck up every once in a while, because things don't always go their way. Mistakes are how people learn, and a character that doesn't learn is very dull. I want to introduce fallibility and limits to the character that is The Affini Compact as a whole, making them a more compelling and interesting force within HDG stories. Conversely, I also want to depict the Affini as having earned their seat on the galactic stage. I want to see them engage in the sort of logistical and political exercises needed to remain such a powerful civilisation. I want to see the kind of underhanded and manipulative tactics you need in order to invade and pacify other cultures without harming them. It makes them feel more powerful and alive.

3. Over-focusing on kink. Just like #1, I feel that most depictions of Affini in canonical HDG stories flatten their biology and psychology to the bare minimum required to be titillating objects. Every single Affini is reduced to a slavering predator eager to abduct and mindbreak her next victim. Yes, HDG is erotica, but where's the nuance? Where's the rest of the iceberg? What do the Affini do when they aren't fucking aliens? How do the Affini maintain such a dominant political position in the galaxy? These things are missing, and so too is any sense of the Affini being real people.

4. No sense of scale. Canonical population estimates sit at some silly number like 10^30 individuals, with a territory covering at least a dozen galaxies. This is comically large, and makes the Affini a dominant supermajority crowding out just about every other species. Also, where are the Affini going to find a floret for everyone? It's just silly.

Q: What does all this mean in practice?

A: It means I'm currently worldbuilding a bigass lore document for Affini, My Way and it's growing every day. It's still in a very rough, draft-y state but I'd love to hear what others have to say about it if this project catches their interest. My personal favourite highlights are "Affini are omnivorous heterotrophs" and the name for Matter Trainers. See below!

Further up on this canvas are my notes for outlining a planned HDG story set in this style, but they're not ready to be shown to anyone just yet (would love to chat about my ideas, though).

#HDG #Human Domestication Guide

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aestheticvoyage2024 · 2 months

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Day 71: Monday March 11, 2024 - "This was 32 months"

32 months was a memorable one - put a pin in it. It was a stand out mile marker. The one where the tantrums hit, and we soaked it all up with humor and skill. Personally, Id been ready and wondering when it would hit - all that work Ive been doing so hard on myself is work I was doing, I know now, for 32 months. Ready to be mindful intentional skillful. Ready to be free of fear and full of joy. And William provided a lot of joy. I likened it to running the rapids, which once I figured out how, began to sharpen and enjoy the skill of running right to the edge, but preventing the meltdown, in a healthy productive way. And taking every opportunity to practice and show repair. Finally, we're here and we were ready and making a big positive impact on William's future. He developed hard this month, and we loved bearing witness to it! And we were so blessed to have backup most of this month from Grandma, visiting from cold wintery Michigan. Some of the most eventful tantrums she got to witness included meltdowns over not getting his third popsicle or wanting to climb in and out of the car seat on his own. There is also the one where I caught him trying to climb into the freezer to find Ice Cream. In full disclosure - Id probably meltdown if you interrupted my perfect plan too. All perfectly reasonable explorations of the boundaries of his horizon. Totally fine with him testing and challenging. I can hold space for that. I can be his sturdy leadership.

Not only was 32 months the tantrums era, this was also William's Beyonce Era. Not sure who first put Beyonce in his brain - but fairly certain we can blame my Mom for throwing Crazy in Love on Youtube into his little 32 month brain, after sitting on the toilet looking at the A is Awesome book. B was you know who. If he falls hopelessly in love with curvy mocha colored goddess, we'll know perfectly well where it came from. At 32 months you flipped from Elmo and Abby, to Beyonce.

A lot of great weather this month and we spent a lot of time reading springtime books - Mama has been keeping us fully supplied with new seasonal books and as we flip into the 33rd month we're reading a lot of St Pats books. He's been mostly accident free, and fully potty trained and multiple times while we were out at the Donut Shop or the Taco Shop, he'd pop a squat right in the parking lot. Once, at Pacos, to get Flan, he sat feet off Speedway and watched all the cars whiz by, while whizzing in the back of Mama's car. So memorable.

These are fun times. Riding and running the rapids and I just tell myself to be present, keep showing up, and dont miss a thing. Its a wild time, but such an important time to test your skill. I really feel like we're setting a positive foundation for the next several years. I keep pouring it all in, and we'll see where it goes in the 33rd month!

Favorite Food: Donuts

Favorite Song: Beyonce - Crazy In Love

Favorite Book: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in Daddy's bed

Favorite Show: Gecko's Garage / Troy The Train / "Bumper Cars"

Favorite Toy(s): Monster Trucks bought with his own money paper

Best Phrase/ Word: “No, I Dont Want That!"

Favorite Favorite: Beyonce. No, Real Beyonce

Least Favorite: Sleeping in his own bed.

Big First: First Physical Tantrum, First I'm Sorry, First time buying toys with his own money (Valentines money from Aunt Jane)

Song:Beyonce - Crazy In Love

Quote: “Finding the good inside can often come from asking ourselves one simple question: “What is my most generous interpretation of what just happened?” ― Becky Kennedy, Good Inside

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wildskissed · 3 months

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I think this is just a good time (as I'm seeing a lot of other people address it), that I also address some of my rules that I don't think everyone has read. I feel like it's especially a good idea given the amount of canons that I interact with, and just in general because I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable with anything. I want this to be everyone's safe space so...

I DO interact with some people that write triggering topics that I don't myself engage in.

I don't really believe that writing controversial topics automatically makes you a bad person, and I don't believe in what the purity police culture has become. I am very firm that I don't write r*pe or inc*st, but I do engage with mutuals that do that with other people within their other fandoms. It's not my job to tell people what to do, and since my boundaries have been respected, I choose to live and let live. However, I know that some topics can be extremely sensitive to people, so if that bothers you, it's very important that you curate your space for you so that YOU feel safe. If that means needing to block me so you don't see particular urls of people you don't want to interact with, then you should. I won't be upset about it. You matter the absolute most, and I need you to understand that.

I DON'T do exclusivity in any form.

My in real life romantic partner also RPs on here with me, and we RP together in just about every fandom we are part of. We decided years ago, that exclusively only shipping with each other was silly (it's just our personal preference to not), so we don't do it. Even when we're on canon blogs (this is not my only blog, just my main at the moment), we ship with other characters that aren't each other's characters because we're here to write. No one writes a character exactly the same. Another Catwoman they ship with, isn't the same as my Selina Kyle. Another Yennefer they ship with isn't the same as my version of Yennefer. I think because of that, I got used to just...letting chemistry between characters and other writing partners dictate the ships that I write. It's why I have always practiced "mains" instead, and given those people admittedly a little more attention than everyone else. My partner's characters would of course, get PRIORITY, but that didn't--and doesn't--at all mean I wouldn't/won't write with other people. Maybe RPing since 2006 has made me set in my ways or something, but that's just what is comfortable for me.

That's not for everyone though, so it's important that we all communicate. I'm okay shipping with multiple versions of the same character because I have always been okay with it in the past (again I practice mains, and I do this on my other accounts even as a canon), but I know that this idea of "collecting" characters has become big in the RPC now. That in shipping/writing with a bunch of the same character, that is immediately some faux paus now. I don't want you to feel that you are being disrespected, so I do try to make sure I'm acquainted with everyone's rules when we're writing together, but sometimes I miss stuff. I'm only human. I also go out of my way to make every starting interaction PLATONIC, unless it has been discussed beforehand, out of respect for not just auto shipping with every canon of a character I like--I wouldn't do that anyway, but I know the problem that I run into sometimes is that I'm also cool with things just being thrown out into the ether and us trying things out between our characters to see if they'd just mesh well. I'm in that way, very ship positive, and sometimes, that does end up with me shipping with two or three of the same canon and just prioritizing my mains, while still writing with everyone. I'm here to write, and to have fun, not to get stressed out--this is my HOBBY. I am too old to take this so seriously that it ruins my day. I work six days a week, so when I'm here, I'm here to create beautiful things with you guys, I'm not here for Junior High level drama.

Again, though, your comfort is always the most important to me. I'm honestly not just saying that. I think that boundaries are incredibly important, and I think that communication is KEY to this even though it's a hobby. We're all trying to enjoy this together, so if this bothers you, platonic interactions are still so important to me, and they can be some of the BEST threads, and the BEST relationships that our muses can have. Unrequited relationships and the like are also fun to explore, so it's not like we can't figure something out if my pointing these out from my rules has made you want to curate your space accordingly, and yet you still want to write. If we need to change our characters' dynamics, I am open to that, and if you need to cut ties completely for your own comfort, I'm open to that too, even though I really do appreciate all of you, and don't want to lose any of you.

For now, that's all I have to say, as this is already too long, so if anyone wants to talk about it privately, just let me know.

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theunrealinsomniac · 2 years

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How many kids do your Naruto couples have?

So ... context first.

I have a thing about the amount of siblings, or lack thereof, in media. Especially in media set in a time when child mortality was a much more pressing issue than it is now. The fact that nearly all of our main characters and even side characters are only children annoys me.

Like I get the whole 'friends who are more like siblings' thing is a big selling point, for a lot of people but anyone who has siblings will tell you it's different with a sibling. I also get from a story point of view that to give their characters all siblings, which is more typical of real life, would bloat character rosters something fierce and we all know Naruto doesn't need more characters.

But I hate how little positive representation we have of siblings in Naruto so I don't care about that lol.

I also laugh in the face of anyone who thinks the Naruto cast aren't fucking constantly and that will inevitably lead to lots of babies lol. Especially in a post-war society. The Baby Boomers are numerous for a reason lol.

So on that note here are some numbers, I shall give you names too if I have them. Some I have stolen.

NaruSaku - They definitely have at least four. In age order: Sachi, Ichika, Yuuto and Akihiko. I am considering a fifth. Watch this space. The amount of kids isn't deliberate, they're just really bad with getting caught up in the moment and forgetting contraceptives. Only Akihiko was actually planned. And the fifth child if they happen will be a decided shock. And in Canon!AUs where NaruSaku get together young? Sachi was an unexpected, before they got married, surprise. Think no older than twenty-two.

KibaHina - Six. Kiba and Hinata build up a whole generation of Inuzuka on their own. There's one set of twins but I'm not sure on genders for the kids, expect a healthy mix.

NejiTen - Two. Hideki and a daughter who is hinted at in the epilogue to the Wedding AU. Might give them a third, we'll see.

ShikaTema - Three. I've not got names, I know there's at least one boy and he follows the naming convention of his father and grandfather.

SaiIno - Two. Inojin is a name I have flat out stolen, I don't care, I like the name. They also have a daughter.

KakaAnko - At least two. The eldest daughter is called Rei.

ChouKaru - At least one. She is not called Cho-Cho lol.

SasuKarin - Runs the gamut from one to seven dependent on the world. In a world where Sasuke isn't a dick and it's a Canon!AU? Well he needs to rebuild the clan and this is how you do that. With babies. In a world where he's a shithead, well he did his next shitty thing where he knocked Karin up and fucked off. In a world where he's not a shithead but it's a modern!AU? Two or three.

And just for a little flavour lol, in my Modern!AUs it's quite common for me to make the Rain Orphans related to Minato and/or Kushina as their older siblings or cousins. In the Uni!AU for example, Jiraiya and Tsunade are the parents of four kids, Yahiko, Nagato, Konan and Minato lol. And it's relatively common for me to make the Bijuu related to their canon container. Kurama is Naruto's older sister in the Uni!AU, Shukaku is Gaara's cousin, Matatabi is Yugito's sister. You get the idea.

If I missed a couple let me know!

And thanks for asking!

#ask theunrealinsomniac #naruto #all that babymaking

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highly-opinionated-ramblings · 3 days

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"Bruce, my man," Oliver said loudly as he entered the Watchtower's cafeteria, "today would be a good day to delete your social media apps for a little while. Take a break, come back in a few months or so."

Bruce sighed. "What is it now?"

"Nnnnnnothing. Don't worry about it."

"Really," Barry added, seeing that Bruce was unconvinced, "it's nothing important. Just some random person stirring up drama."

"Hang on, you don't have a guy who handles that stuff for you, do you?" Hal asked. "Like a secretary, or something?"

"Wayne Enterprises has a social media team. Personally, I have Tim, who makes it his business to intervene on my behalf more often than not."

"Well, tell him to delete his socials for a while, too."

"It's just drama, right? Nothing either of us haven't seen before, I'm sure."

"Uhhh," Barry said, exchanging a nervous glance with Oliver, "well, this one's going kinda viral. Any kind of statement on your part would probably make it worse rather than better."

"Barry, I promise, I've been 'viral' lots of times in my life. You're probably worrying too much."

"Look, I'll tell you if you want to know," Oliver said. "I'll do it. Are you really sure you want to know? Are you really, really-"

"Oliver."

"Alright, fine. Have it your way. Earlier today, somebody posted, and I quote: 'billionaire playboy' is just a nice way of saying that Bruce Wayne is a SLUT."

Bruce snorted. "Is that all?"

"It's going viral," Barry repeated carefully.

"That's fine. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?!" Hal asked incredulously.

"Wayne Enterprises just put out a Transparency of Operations report last week, I was worried it would be something about that."

"Still, the comments.... the comments..."

"Highly entertaining, I'm sure," Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, they really are." Oliver grinned. "Some great memes in there."

"It's split about half and half between people slut-shaming you, and people saying we shouldn't be slut-shaming anyone."

"My favorite part is that there's a bunch of people defending you who claim to have actually slept with you during the height of your slut era. And they're all making a point to mention how nice you were about the whole thing!"

Oliver threw back his head and positively cackled. Hal laughed, too. Barry attempted valiantly to remain merely concerned, but even he had to bite his lip to stop from laughing. Bruce merely shrugged.

"Well, I like to think I kept it respectful with all my past partners from that era. Never saw any point in not being considerate."

"Yeah, you're a real gentleman."

"There's some men in there, as well, saying the same stuff," Hal said. "Does that count as a big deal?"

"Why would it? I've been publicly out as bisexual for almost three years now."

"You WHAT?!"

"Missed that one, did you? That also went viral for a little bit."

"You were in space when that happened, Hal," Barry said. "Remember that time you were gone for a while, and then as soon as you got back, Lobo was running around causing all that chaos? It was then."

"That's- you should have remembered to tell me about that, Barry! That's a pretty big deal!"

"No, it's really not."

"Shut up, Bruce. What the fuck does it mean to be 'publicly out', anyway? How did that even happen?!"

"Someone approached Wayne Enterprises about sponsoring the Gotham pride parade, and a couple of associated LGBTQ+ focused charities. So we gave them some money, and they invited me to give a speech as part of the event. I thought it would have been inappropriate to do so just as an ally."

By this point, Oliver was bent double, laughing so hard that there were tears in his eyes, and even Barry was snickering at the the look of mixed disbelief and confusion on Hal's face.

"That's... that's... I can't... you're not normal! I need you to recognize that you are not a normal person!"

"Noted."

"I'm sure it was actually inspiring for a lot of Gothamites," Barry said. "They looooooove their Bruce Wayne out there, after all."

"Sure. I'm not ignorant of the influence my standing affords me."

"Well, I still think you should stay out of this one. And Tim, too, definitely don't let him intervene on your behalf here. But it's good to know that it doesn't bother you."

"Yeah, I aspire to have skin as thick as yours. Any tips?"

"Maybe being a slut has something to do with it."

"BRUCE!"

#my writing #DC comics #Batman #fanfiction #sorry for writing more chaotic bisexual Bruce Wayne content #can't promise it won't happen again

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odindeviatnulodin · 9 months

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Have to add something before everything else, you told me that I never rushed to you when you told me you didn't feel good. Not a single moment I stop thinking about taking whatever train that comes and come to you since you told me you were feeling at the end of the rope. You said you didn't want to see me this week-end but if at ANYTIME in the week-end, or days, weeks incoming or whatever you want me coming, I'm wiling to come ok? Even an emote tchoutchou traingtraing and I'll know that I'm allowed to come over.

Since I can't send you HUNDREDS of letters (I could, but I'm not 100% sure that you'd appreciate it because you didn't even dare to read the first I sent lol) to express what I feel towards you and the relationship - nor want to flood you with messages because you asked for space - neither spam my twitter actually - BUT, still want to scream to the world how much I miss you, love you, and that I'm here for you, I reopened this oldie: tumblr.

Last ticket was from the 17th of november. I still didn't give up neither on you, nor on us. I am still sorry about how things are going.

I deleted other tickets, not because they became outdated, just because they wouldn't add anything there, where I want to add freshness and more positiveness. "Thanks for accepting the ill me, and waiting for the sane me." was the last sentence of the ticket just before the 17th's one. And it’s my turn to wait, here I am waiting for you, not for the "sane you", but maybe for the "feeling a bit better" you? Otherwise I ever swore to God that I'd be there for you and we'd figured it out together.

I might not moved, thought, whatever verb, fast enough but I'm 100% sure about my position, and this, EVER. I just kinda figured how to do all the things a bit late, and that we had to discuss about it for real, one-to-one, officially.

I am not a careerist, I LOVE my job, that's why it's in my top 3 priority but OF COURSE, love, family and health come before if anything has to happen. I don't even understand how it could have been misunderstood. I know I have difficulties to express myself and some of my words or thoughts could have been messed/mixed up, and the blame is on me then.

We will do whatever is good for YOU about that because I know I can do whatever job, I can adapt myself in whatever city. We need to find where is YOUR place and if it asks to run the globe, to do hundreds cities, hundreds agencies, hundreds jobs, hundreds places, WE will figure it out. Do I look like someone that give a fuck about that? Absolutely fucking not. Enough focusing on my needs, I know where I can find them and I know how to express them. I think you know what I need from you. We need to find yours. Tell me when you feel wrong, we don't care if it's the third time of the week that's about the same damn thing. Tell me if I did something wrong. Tell me everything that bothers you. Tell me everything because we gon' fix everything (portugaise vite fait d fois).

I know what I can carry, I can carry a whole trip for two, I can carry a whole life. Sometimes it just need the slap, it just need to be shown as the last straw. If one drown and the other does not fight back, they both drown. It's teamwork. It's relationship. It's love. So I will wait for you until you get better. And you won't drown because I will always be by your side.

The only thing I remember well about coding, it's the fact that a ";" can be long to find, but it can fix a lot. Same here. Solutions have to be found.

Be well. I love you.

I wanted to post it at 19:01, but it was too late already, so I waited 01:19.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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This is huge there's a problem here he's getting some sleeping and we're not having a problem with it some Sr I'm going in grabbing them. Our son says I'm not sure if I'm just really really tired or something wrong with a Satanist around here. We say it's probably both. The satanists here are are busy repelling people a lot of people and boats arrived for them to work in and they've been doing it quite steadily and for about 12 hours. There's a lot going on and of course people are trying to get in and the thousands and they'll try to float in undetected so I see them doing that as well pull them out with a gaf. It's a huge day yesterday was a preamble to today they're all out there fighting over Intel decided they need power and positioning and are going up to try and get it and shortly they say. Damn is going up shortly and he says he needs power the most and means it it couldn't stay in the apartment on the other side and people took the stuff out he brought removed it physically. And since he was blaming Jason and was in several shows seein chasing him around and Lily. Sitting neglected to say on the show why and he just looked like this weird guy was constantly bothering them he's trying to get rid of him buried him under the floor and then Jack hammered him out and he survived and he has some work has him work in the space station afterwards and jaws of course messes it up. We see them do this to each other and they say this is terrible you're horrible people and they do it over and over and it won't stop so when going to thank them by getting rid of them thier so damned evil.

They're going up momentarily and to Moonraker just shuttles are going to lift off and they're loaded up it's a huge huge day and stan knows all about it, kicked him out and came here in disguise. He told him too do not go in there to not put your stuff in there and don't open the door illegally. Are you going to be physically removed from your apartment. And the guy went over there broke into the door and he used the tool on the door knob and it's like a tire puller and made a noise that son missed it and he went in put all his junk in stan came over, I removed essential things and it's coming back tomorrow was a U-Haul or today really and they're going to evict him from next door. And our son needs him out. Is it ongoing threat to him.

It's a huge deal that these idiots put themselves first and last and that we have to get rid of their clan to move them that's what we're doing they got really weak last night it's from several actions occurring at the same time that are erasing there clans. Trumpsters are almost nonexistent and they all went running after the cavern in New York City in DC. And seeking the ship and tons of people know it and they refuse to stop. They're seeking the tunnel to the core and you see several openings of the UK and refuse to get off it it's still occupiy the United Kingdom there's dwindling right now and fairly soon they'll try another strike on the ships that are Tommy f and they usually fail in all end up gone and uk refills. It's about 900 octillion each time which doesn't seem like a lot but it is and let's see who is about 20,000 octane away a whack and all over to get there 100,000 it's time to call in total last night they lost about a million again on top of it they lost already and the numbers are a bit inflated but they are to scale in other words they've been losing many many octillions of people. Last night they probably lost almost the thousand Octillion and that's about 20 areas the day not only have presence in if you left from individual areas only which is not true they left from all over but they're getting weaker because in total their losses are very huge thousands of octillions I can't afford it and this is real big numbers because they are striking under the NYC dc fighting clones. It's a huge day I mean today the trumpsters all of them decide to try and double their effort I wasn't doing including taking over the East Coast there there's a huge huge push within their ranks to get here now and not many people like them. The blockade is up it's my Tommy F and he insists on not letting them in. A lot of people agree and a bunch of people are trying to help repel them. They huge huge movement. And the blockade is being replenished from spaceships and tons I'm doing it. And you see this open her mouth and throw all day long outside and we keep saying what do you want us to do you already took try to wreck our son what do you expect for that and they have no real answer just keep doing it so we can start hitting. It's only a matter of time till they're out I keep doing this behavior right now everybody's pushing trumpsters out of the rest of the banks

Thus far as I only have two small bags left Citibank fell last night after they posted their ass commercial and fell to us. You gathered up all our forces and secured it and all the financials now going after the stock markets said we were but we lied I'm trying to stop us trumpsters you suck pretty badly.

Thor Freya

I put up with you the idiots for so damn long I don't want to put up with him ever again so I put in the order out on them

Hera

Received it it's well written and we're going after these trumpsters wherever they are on the planet and we're sending the order out to go after them and annihilate them and take their areas and wall It off

Olympus

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greentrickster · 2 years

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I think the objectively funniest version of Ingo getting lost and returned through time is if the entire event takes place over, like, 30 minutes from Emmet's perspective. So Ingo just goes out to get milk one night and stumbles back in half an hour later, haggard, with a beard, pretty jacked by modern Unova standards, looking like a man who was dragged backwards though a hedge for five years.

And Emmet tries to joke that they didn't need milk badly enough for Ingo to track down a Bouffalant and milk it-- and I think that's where Ingo just tackles Emmet and all of the emotions happen.

(Punchline: Ingo did, in fact, bring back milk. Milk fresh from Hisui, before they invented pasteurization. He won't say what pokemon he got it from. It's delicious)

It is a pretty funny version of events! Unfortunately for me, I tend to take crack ideas and think about them way too much, and sometimes it makes them less funny in the process. And this concept is one of them. Like... yeah, it's funny in the moment, but it would also lead to some real difficulties for the twins as they try and cope with what happened.

So I prefer the idea that about the same amount of time has passed for both twins, and that, while he did have a rather toxic spiral at first, by the time Ingo returns Emmet actually has himself and his life pretty well in hand. He's had the support of his friends and fellow Battle Station workers, he took some time off from the Battle Station to go somewhere he's never been before (I'm gonna say the Kanto region), so he could have some space where he wasn't constantly surrounded by memories and reminders, got some therapy, he's doing well.

He's never given up on finding Ingo, he's kept an eye on any new leads that pop up and followed them as best he can, but I think, early on, Elesa hit him with, "If it was you who went missing, and you came back, and Ingo was in the state you're currently in... how would that make you feel?" And it became a thing of, "I am Emmet, I will take care of myself so that Ingo will not have to worry about me." He gets some new pokemon, same as Ingo does in Hisui, though for Emmet he tends to mix and match the new ones he has with the old ones. He uses his desire to find Ingo to create positive patterns as well as negative ones, and the positive ones slowly begin to outweigh the negative ones as time goes on.

Naturally he is something of a mess when Ingo returns, because there's still plenty of fear and pain lurking around in there, but he's overall in a good space, meaning that having to help Ingo readjust to the modern day while also manning the Battle Subway doesn't run him ragged.

But also I really like the idea of the milk, so for the Melli in Unova AU, I'm gonna say that's absolutely part of it - Ingo happened to have just purchased milk when he and Melli got sent back. And, after Ingo and Emmet have sufficiently fussed, hugged, and cried on each other, Ingo looks Emment dead in the eye and goes, "Also, I got the milk." Then, a moment later, "However I do not believe I should let you drink it - it is unpasteurized and could make you very ill, as you are unaccustomed to it."

Emmet stares, then laughs, then proceeds to tell everyone who will listen this story for the rest of their lives.

Thanks for the ask!

#submas #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon melli #arceus spoilers #pokemon legends arceus #Melli in Unova AU #ask #anon #headcanon #listen everyone else seems to have the submas angst covered #that means that - by default - any AUs I make need to have an extra layer of soft to them #to balance it out

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thatoneidiotdts · 3 years

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Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

T̵̻̦̥͌͝e̸̟̗̮̮͌a̷̙͕͉̿̍͝

After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

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philtstone · 2 years

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Sarah/Bucky, “hugging from behind”

part of this verse, and i apologize beforehand bc this got a bit longer than i intended but ive been thinking abt this concept for weeks. you can also find this on ao3!

Sarah makes her way downstairs later in the morning than usual but still sooner than most, her whole body humming with contentment. She can feel it in her breast and her cheeks and her shoulders and the bowl of her pelvis, warm and syrupy. The early-morning sounds of the house waking up echo muffled behind doors. Sam's loud footsteps sound across the landing, followed by AJ loudly asking a surely still-sleeping Cass where his Ninja Turtles t-shirt is. The start up of the running shower can be heard from Sarah's bedroom.

There are people in the space between the hallway and the kitchen when she gets down, so Sarah stops, wrapped in a house robe that is objectively too short, lilac, and frilly at the edges, and exerts the last little bit of effort needed to bring herself back to earth before adjusting her bonnet.

"Good morning, Miss Sarah," says Keith Richardson. He is doing a hovering sort of thing by the shoerack close to the front hall, dressed nicely in his brown khakis and brown plaid all set up against brown skin, and positioned such that he can't really see into the kitchen but Sarah can, when she passes him.

"Hey Keith," Sarah says, "Help you with somethin'?"

Sarah's used to this house being something of a watering hole. It's been that way since she and Sam were kids, and when Sarah and Cassius moved back to Delacroix after college, nothing really changed. There's always someone around to let people in through the door, anyway, so she's given up caring who sees her in her slippers.

Well -- maybe if it was a man other than Keith, she'd care. But Keith has always been harmless in that way some people are. Kids used to call him Keithy Smalls in high school because he refused to wear backpacks of the normal size. Sarah thinks he works in accounting now.

"No Ma'am, just waiting for your brother. Said he'd help with a business need of my cousin's, real good of him. Can you believe it? The real Captain America, straight from Delacroix."

Sam's been back in town for all of two days and is already being pulled in all sorts of directions. Sarah decides that he's grown, and she will bother him about it later in the evening. She says,

"That's great, Keith."

"Beautiful day out," Keith continues, radiating earnestness. "Don't you think?" It is; the house is filled with the eight-a.m. golden glow of late May sunshine, dappling on the scratched wood floor and filling Sarah with a different sort of energy than what she came downstairs with. "But I think you're looking more beautiful than the weather. Did you do somethin' new with your hair?"

"Uh," says Sarah, "thanks, Keith," and she slips fully into the kitchen.

Their other visitor is already at the table, sitting with that impeccable posture that Sarah thinks must just be a natural property of her spine and cradling a steaming cup of coffee. Good, Sarah thinks. She likes a guest who makes herself at home when invited to do so. Shows good character, even if Sarah doesn't really know anything else about the woman. This is not really a point of irritation, because somewhere along the way Sarah has ceded trust to more than one of the men in her life, but still --

Makes for an awkward edge to any potential small talk.

Sarah watches as the Captain of the Dora Milaje brings her cup of coffee to her lips and sips silently to the backdrop of Keith Richardson's oblivious tones.

"Y’all need help with anything in there?" he is asking, from the doorway. "I'm happy to lend a hand, maybe get to see the behind the scenes of one'a your famous breakfasts --"

"I'm all good in here, thank you Keith," Sarah says politely.

“Hello again,” Keith says, good-natured, to Ayo. “I was just tellin’ Sarah that the beautiful weather got nothin’ on her.” He grins at Sarah again, expectant. “Sam explained y’all had a second cousin visitin’ from overseas,” he adds.

“Third cousin once removed,” says Ayo, in an impeccable French accent.

Sarah resists the urge to dither; the afterglow of ten minutes ago has definitely started to fade -- her pre-coffee brain and some of the higher points of her thighs are still clinging to it, but losing steam with rapidity -- and she remembers that their Daddy always laughed when she dithered. Said it never got anything done.

“Thank you, Keith,” she says again. She sticks her head out of the kitchen and calls, "Sam! You gonna let poor Mr. Richardson wait all year?"

"Oh, just Keith --"

But Sarah disappears back into the kitchen before he can finish. In the following quiet, Ayo raises her eyebrows in the direction of the front hall and mutters something Sarah can't quite understand under her breath.

"What's that?" asks Sarah, pausing in getting her own coffee started, shuffling through the kitchen to get things going for the boys' packed lunches. Ayo looks intrigued at the direct address, then repeats in accented English, at a clear, but appropriately understated volume,

"I do not know what kind of man it is who cannot tell when a woman has just been well-loved."

Sarah feels herself flush all the way from the ends of her twists to her toes.

"Oh -- that's, well," she says, pulling her robe a little more closely around herself.

Ayo’s expression remains unimpressed, but now that Sarah’s looking there is an edge of amused approval hidden masterfully in the woman's angular features that she is almost certain will not actually be voiced aloud any time soon. "Sorry for all the informality," Sarah says, because she thinks it might be too mortifying for her, this early in the morning, to acknowledge that.

“Sukucela uxolo,” Ayo says immediately. “It is no bother.”

Unlike Sarah, Ayo is already dressed: crisp black turtleneck, leggings, and the kind of simple yet intricate makeup that Sarah has never gotten the hang of. At any rate, she looks immaculate. She also looks like a woman who is always entirely sure of her place in a room and has suddenly found herself unsure, and Sarah feels a small measure of her own uncertainty dissipate, into the easy light of the kitchen.

"This house, it's always got people moving through it," she explains kindly.

She’s sure Ayo must have known this before she arrived. Something about her cover being blown on a stateside mission involving a rogue Wardog – Sarah still has a bit of trouble wrapping her head around all the astonishing, intricate details that are Wakanda. Part of it feels like home (the buttered oil, slipped onto Sarah's bedroom vanity as a quiet, unannounced gift); part of it feels like a whole mystery (this woman, at her table). But she’s always happy to have another person in the house so long as they don’t get under anyone’s feet, and she can’t help but feel like Ayo’s never gotten under anyone’s feet once in her entire life.

Bucky would’ve told her – God, Bucky wouldn’t have suggested she lay low here if the risk of recognition was even slightly tangled with the chaotic, thrumming heart of the place.

He’d asked her, of course. After he and Sam had the idea but before they’d said anything to anyone else. He’d been real insistent that she think it through, too -- with that quiet intensity that made Sarah think about how there were still some things about his life entirely foreign to her, no matter how much they settled and grew and shared together. The keen viscerality of immediate physical danger, for example. The cold, mind-bendy stuff that involves another human person very immediately hurting to kill, for no other reason than they’re supposed to. Sarah’s seen shit, but she’s never seen that. She gets the feeling he’s real protective of this house, and its four walls, like he couldn’t bear any of that stuff get in and it’s his responsibility to keep it out.

Unclear, if that’s true. But it’s real to him, which makes it real to her, in a sense, also.

So Ayo – it had been a big deal, that he’d asked. A profound favour for a friend, the depth of which Sarah's still unsure is known by all parties.

She watches as Ayo absorbs her comment, then tilts her head in acknowledgement, then nods.

“An admirable quality,” she says finally.

Sarah’s coffee is getting cold. She shuffles across the kitchen to stick her mug in the microwave, listening as Sam finally runs downstairs with elephant feet to greet Keith loudly and reassure him that he’s got everything they need to get the truck started.

“Real good of you to do this, man,” they can hear Keith saying, as the two men make their way out the front door. “Hey, uh, hope you don’t take this a bad way –”

“You know I can’t take anything you say bad, Keith.”

“-- But you know if Sarah’d be interested in having dinner with me some night?”

Before the porch door swings shut, Sarah hears Sam’s loud, startled laugh, and the accompanying advice:

“Man, you are barkin’ up the wrong tree. Here, gimme the keys, I’ll drive.”

Sarah turns back to Ayo.

“Keith's harmless,” she adds, feeling compelled.

"So I can see," says Ayo.

It is terrible of her; Sarah lets out a whole snort, then begins laughing. It seems to carry them right through their silent appraisal of each other.

"Oh," she says. "Lord. The poor man.”

She sets about getting breakfast started in earnest, slipping her made sandwiches onto a plate that she trusts Bucky will bag sometime in the next fifteen minutes, then contemplating frying up an easy hash. Or maybe just grits …

Ayo watches her, a glint of curiosity in her eye. Something about her posture has softened in turn.

"You are a family of upright people," she observes, and Sarah blushes again.

"Oh -- thank you."

"I should not have been surprised. Amava andibonisile oku. And Captain Wilson is the type of man who earns the admiration he deserves."

Some deep-seated instinct in Sarah's core is triggered by the appreciation of her brother. "I'm glad you think so," she says, maybe more sincerely than she means, and Ayo seems amused by this.

"Ingcuka emhlophe speaks very highly of both of you as well," she says.

Sarah pauses, hand over wooden spoon in a bowl.

"You mean Bucky."

Ayo's expression does not flicker. "Yes," she says, followed by something muttered and clearly irreverent about American nicknames. “You are quite skilled at this,” she adds, more formally, while Sarah fights another unbecoming snort, and maybe a third blush.

“There is absolutely nothing in the world some good food can’t fix,” she says firmly, hoping that all the implied gets through. “And it does pay the bills.”

“It is more than that.”

“Well. I – I love doing it. I’ve always loved doing it.”

Ayo remains silent for another few moments while Sarah's capable movements scrape batter from the sides of the bowl.

"May I assist in any way, usisi ohlonitshwayo?"

"Oh, you're a guest --"

"Akunjalo," Ayo says, almost like she is displeased with the word. Then her expression tightens. "Apologies. I am here out of necessity. I was assured that my presence would not --"

"It's, it's not a problem. Um, here --" She hadn't really been lying to Keith, but then, Ayo has been sitting like a lamp post in the corner for probably all morning. The poor woman's likely going nuts at the lack of action. "Here," she repeats. "You can chop the onions. I always get Sam to do it 'cause it makes me half blind, so you're practically family now."

For a moment, Ayo blinks at the onions as though startled, then pulls them towards herself and begins chopping. She's sort of terrible at it. Sarah finds this tremendously funny but does not say anything.

"Captain Wilson can also cook?" Ayo asks carefully, in her throaty voice, after a moment of uneven onion-chopping.

"Oh, sure. Not as good as me though."

Sarah cracks some eggs into the pan.

"My wife is an excellent cook," Ayo says, as carefully as anything else she has said, into the sounds of the kitchen. It is a bit like an offering. "The art escapes me. But it brings life into a home."

"We need food to stay alive," Sarah says plainly.

"Yes," says Ayo. Her hands are wet from the onions. Sarah wonders what Ayo's wife cooks, and if it's anything similar to her own history of recipes, tucked into the corners of her kitchen and her family and her heart. Sarah thinks for the first time that Ayo must have used those hands to inflict injury more than once -- like her brother has, and like the man she loves. She knows Bucky has a complicated history with this woman, knows there is a degree of penitence that still underlies his tone when he speaks about her, like he's trying to make up for something. Sarah associates Ayo with the afternoon precluding one of the more painful moments in their lives, and the reserved, private parcels of personal history Bucky has offered her over the last two years. She doesn't much know exactly where Ayo stands. At first glance, she'd thought the Dora to be beautiful in an entirely intimidating way -- there is a curl to her mouth that makes it seem consistently on the verge of disdain, or at the very least ready to impress threat. She reevaluates this now. Ayo's expression remains intense, but radiating a subtle, warm approval that makes her immediately likeable.

Anyway -- Sarah gets the feeling that the mere act of her entering this old house speaks for itself.

The stairs thunder again, this time with teenaged boy footsteps. AJ and Cass get to squabbling about something in the foyer while Sarah accepts the chopped onions, shakes up the now-fragrant hash and sticks some old homemade biscuits into the toaster to heat up. She only startles slightly when a pair of hands close around the softer front parts of her waist, one warm, one cool, in shorthand for the backwards hug he always does when there are people around.

She stays focused on her stove while Bucky greets Ayo and starts bagging the boys' lunches.

"You got everything you need to drop them off?" she asks, comfortable with their routine. She scrapes some food into a plate for Ayo, then Bucky, then herself, while he reaches around her to pour his own cup of coffee. His hair is still damp from the shower and he's changed into a plain black t-shirt and jeans that Sarah appreciates as a steady hum somewhere in the back of her mind.

Bucky groans a bit around his first mouthful of food. "God, how d'you do this every time. See?" This is to Ayo. "'S best safe house in the world. Like a five star hotel."

"I am not openin’ up for business," Sarah informs him. His cheeks are a bit flushed, still -- from the shower? -- and she can't help but let her mouth twitch. "This was a favour to a friend."

Ayo's eyes are dancing.

"Not better than Aneka's," she apologizes.

“Mmm,” Bucky says knowingly – his mouth is still full, the man – “Aneka’s –”

"-- but quite impressive. I am not familiar with American food."

"Oh, this is my food," says Sarah. The corners of Ayo’s lips turn up in a rare, feline smile.

"Kuya kufuneka ndimxelele ukumkani ukuba intanda yomzalwana wethu iyoyikeka," she says, in a tone clearly meant for Bucky alone, and Sarah watches him freeze, the dark fingers of his left hand curled around his coffee mug. "They are grateful for your aid in this problem," Ayo adds quietly, a crease lining her forehead. Her hands remain flat against the kitchen table.

"It wasn't your fault, Ayo," Bucky says.

"Tcha. We shall not speak of it." She glances at Sarah, then back towards him. She says, "this afternoon?"

"I'll find him after I drop the boys off."

They're talking about something else entirely now. There was an edge to his voice, right there. Sarah catches Bucky's eye, and he holds it – steady, open, trusting. She knows as surely as she knows her recipes that he would never do anything to put her children in danger. She nods.

"My thanks," Ayo says.

"Nantoni na yomhlobo," he says quietly. For the first time, Sarah notices how uncoordinated the words are in his mouth; Ayo speaks the language with such effortless fluidity.

"You’re gonna be late,” Sarah warns, spooning another helping onto his plate. There’s a crash from the hallway.

“Mo-om, have you seen my gym shoes?”

“Laundry room!” Sarah and Bucky call back in unison.

“Ms. G’s at the front door!” continues AJ’s voice. “She’s askin’ ‘bout a calendar!”

Sarah, Bucky and Ayo listen as the gravelly tones of Ms. Gloria’s warm voice correct Sarah’s son through what must be the wide-open front door.

“Uh, sorry, colander!”

Like Sarah said; there’s always someone in this house. She moves to go greet their neighbor, but Bucky stops her with a fleeting vibranium hand against her hip.

“Are you …” He doesn’t seem to know what he really wants to say. Sarah wonders what it was that Ayo told him – whether it is clear to the world outside their home how much she loves him.

“We’re all good here, James,” Sarah says, voice low.

Ayo is respectfully examining the photographs on the refrigerator and feigning deafness, but Sarah doesn’t feel like this is all that private. She’s in the same home they’re in, after all – even if it’s just temporary. Sarah touches her palm to his cheek, just once.

“In fact,” she adds, “I am better than fine. Ten out of ten, sir. Keith Richardson thought I was glowin' more than the morning sunshine.”

Bucky’s expression flickers, confused, then sharpens with understanding, chest expanding, eyes dropping down to take in the shape of her frilled up robe in a sharp, tangible flick as his mouth lifts in a grin at once shameless and a bit shy.

“Hmm,” he says, somewhere in his chest; Sarah laughs.

“Take my babies to school,” she says, “and do – whatever you need to do. It’ll give me time to eat my breakfast, and then me and the Captain of the Royal Guard are gonna make sure Ms. Gloria gets her colander and calendar.”

Behind her, in the kitchen, Ayo is smiling again, a tiny, near-invisible thing. Sarah goes to the front to invite Ms. Gloria in, kisses the boys’ heads goodbye, then picks up her plate of breakfast, comfortable in her knowledge of how life is meant to be.

the translation of what Ayo tells Bucky is: "i will have to tell the king that our brother's beloved is formidable"

#my writing #touches prompt meme #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #ayo #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #sarah x bucky #sarahbucky #sarah x ayo #ayo x bucky #sam x sarah #tfatws #marvel #fleur de louve #i love ayo with my whole self but every time i write her i get so profoundly worried that ive missed details #or it lacks depth #or i havent thought through the nuances of wakandan culture enough #hopefully this is okay and in character!

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If this isn't allowed I'm super sorry, but could I request Enji with a (Male/GN) darling that's scared of him. Like he always thought Enji was super scary as a hero and now that they're captured, he can't even stand to be around Enji without shaking or crying.

YANDERE ! ENJI TODOROKI x MALE ! READER

This is not what you asked for… I’m sorry this is all just… absolute filth… I got too excited, hope you like, sorry if some of these themes are triggering

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, degradation, feminization, spit-fetish, Enji being an ass, yandere, profanity, abuse, anxiety, manipulation, misogyny

FEAR

He doesn’t know exactly how to explain what replaces Enji’s presence when he leaves for work in the morning. He wants to say that it feels good, that it’s a relief, but that would be a bittersweet lie that leaves him feeling guiltier than it should, because when Enji’s not there to fill the space of the giant mansion, all that’s left is cold tiles, soundless rooms, and somehow… a lack of safety. He thought about it while finishing cleaning the second to last room, dreading entering the next, knowing how he’d find nothing there, just more emptiness, just more stale unmoving shadows on walls, more cold, more void, more loneliness, more fear.

He needed to shower before Enji got home. Enji would bathe with him later in the day too, but it would be after… after they played. He’d been talking and teasing that very soon he was going to be doing more than just sucking cock. Yesterday, he was made to sit on Enji’s face for half an hour, all while Enji fisted his own cock furiously in the same beat he lapped at the tiny budding butthole so ripe for the taking on top of him. But, he hadn’t done it, he hadn’t pushed a finger inside, he had barely wormed his tongue into the hole, only made to suck on it, before pushing him off and down into the sheet so he could cum all over his pretty little face, his white thick seed running and mixing in with fat globs of tears. But today, he wasn’t sure if Enji would still spare him being impaled on his fat thick monstrous pole. The thought had him nearly whining as he removed his clothes, padding over the clean reflective cold marble floors to step into the shower that seemed so strangely massive without being filled with both himself and Enji’s intimidating build.

It was as though he could already feel Enji’s warm hands holding onto his hips, steadying him as he was sure he would be uncontrollably quaking. It was as though he could already feel it filling him up, lifting him off the ground, off his feet, hauling him up into the air.

He turned the temperature too high to imitate what heat Enji would emit when thrusting into him, the shower-droplets stinging on his reddening skin. It hurt, but he needed to prepare himself, only physically if not mentally. He wiped a hand up between his butt-cheeks, stroked a finger over his hole a couple of times, teased to see if he at all wanted to slip it inside. He whimpered upon facing the inevitable fact that Enji’s massive thick pole would soon push inside him, push all the way inside him, fill him up so snugly and painfully and inescapably, holding him still as he crammed himself inside, probably even chuckling that gruesome snicker when seeing how he would try and wiggle out of his death-grip.

Enji is too big for it to possibly feel good, it’d be too painful, too painful to feel anything else, except fear. Fear would always survive. Fear of choking to death on his cock filling up his tight throat, more so than the pain of it actually happening. Fear of the feisty flames licking his skin more so than realizing how they only tickle not sear. Fear of being trapped, so much so he forgets to humor the idea of running, of fighting, of saying no. Fear of how he was going to be impaled, split in two on the hero’s cock before the day let up.

His own size wasn’t bad, but probably not what one would call impressive. He wondered if Enji would ever ask for him to penetrate him in turn. If… perhaps he could bargain to do that instead of the other way around, but he knew that was a foolish thought. He didn’t want to touch it, even as he felt it twitch against his stomach, because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to touch it while Enji fucked him. Instead, he pushed one finger inside the comfort of his ass, worming the digit inside the tight space, his forehead soon pushing against the shower-wall to steady himself while he tried to get deeper. It was nowhere near what would be happening later, he knew that, but with the thought, the imagery of what would no doubt be happing later, it still managed to make his toes curl. The thought of Enji’s large warm gravely hand coming to stroke up and down his cock while penetrating him from behind, the sounds of his husky gruff voice huffing and grunting into his ear, letting him know what a perfect little pet he is.

He felt ashamed, and so utterly confused. How come he still turned on, even with the amount of fear and trepidation that pumped the boiling blood through his system? Why wasn’t he pissing himself instead of standing there, fingering his own hole, fantasizing about how much pain he was going to be in later, and getting off on the fact? Was it true what Enji had said? Was he really a submissive little masochist that would soon be worshipping the ground Enji walked on?

The questions were answered as he felt himself explode all too abruptly onto the glass, seeing his cum splattered onto the dewy steamed wall, watching it run down, creating paths that were slowly being washed away by the ongoing spritz of the showerhead.

He made then to shave his chest first, then the rest, all the rest, everything except the hair on his head, he knew Enji wouldn’t be pleased with anything but perfection, and even though the razor nicked him in sensitive places he was still extra careful to not miss a single spot, going over the same area several times to achieve complete smoothness. He turned the water too cold to stop the bleeding and to ease what soreness and irritation had been awoken by the activity, muscles tensing and flexing under the pressure, thinking that perhaps the freeze would encourage getting dressed… though he doubted it.

He got dressed slowly, having to talk himself down from crying as he clasped the lacy white bralette on, dragging it into position even though it had no real position on his chest. Then the dress. Splayed out so prettily on the bed, Enji’s declaration. White and patterned with pink poppies, a real housemaid’s frilly skirt and sweetheart neckline and thin shoulder-straps and everything pretty and dainty and feminine, one that worked so perfectly as an underdress for an apron.

The dress was nice and all, nicer than most things he’d ever worn before, but the apron was a real work of art. Frills decorating the edges, sweet swirls and flowery embroidery working its way up the white cloth, still with white thread, looking handmade yet with precision and delicacy. The stocking matched to some degree yet not carrying the same ornate expensive-feel to them, also adorned with a frilly edge were the sock stopped mid-leg. The shoes were plain enough: white with an easy button-over contraption, only slightly high-heeled, yet high enough to make that clicking errand sound when he walked across the marble floors each time Enji rung his service-bell, calling on him from where he sat on his knees with his hands folded neatly in his lap, supposed to wait patiently at Enji’s every beck and call, even though the large man was only a few meters away with a voice that could easily reach him no matter which room he found himself in the mansion, Enji insisted on using the bell. Loving to see how the boy skittered to his feet, hands running timid fingers to smooth over the fabric of his apron, shoes clicking together at the heels. His wintry voice so fragile and scared half to death as he answers Enji’s steely cyan glare: “Yes, Daddy?” His eyes falling sullenly to the floor to watch the cute rounded curve of his glossy shoes instead of looking to meet the fiery yet ice-cold eyes of his captor.

He avoided the mirror, even though he knew he should look over himself one more time for Enji’s sake, or for his own. He was given no boxer, no underwear, no measly thong, nothing, and therefore was subjugated to walk the empty halls in his flowing skirt with the cold air wafting in between his legs, kissing his limp cock each time he made a swift step, his shoes clicking, clicking, clicking, like the clock counting down the minutes until Enji came home.

“Welcome home, Daddy.” He needed to force himself to smile. Crooked in its execution, broken, yet still a smile, a smile Enji was pleased with as he kicked off his shoes, even happier to see him bow down to pick the pair up and place them neatly in the stacked shoe-compartments, despite the stink of them being drenched in sweat after his day of patrolling. His cock was already growing heavy with hunger. “How was your da-” He wasn’t given the time to answer before Enji wrapped both his hands around his waist from the back, slotting his massive warm hard chest against what felt like his paper-thin back, but he didn’t need to be able to carry Enji’s weight as he did most of the lifting himself.

A gravely sigh erupted from the man’s chest, rumbling against the boy’s back. “It’s so nice coming home to someone so appreciative and sweet.” He mumbled up against his spine, nose gliding up his neck, followed by a heavy inhale, breathing in the scent of the shampoo he’d told him to use, seemingly content as he pushed his crotch better against his ass. “I’ve tried getting hard for that slut breeding-cow all month…” Of course, his little experiments. He was a good fuck, but he couldn’t carry children, and producing children, or rather heirs, was something Enji and his fucked-up need to be number one was obsessed with. “You should see her, fucking begging for my cock, like my cock is her god. Pathetic.” He was glad he didn’t have the ability to get pregnant. He could only imagine what those wives of his were feeling, so insignificant, only a means to an end… but… that was rather what he was too. “And you just look at me and my cock is already twitching.” He smelled him again, nose blaring, hands trailing over the fabric of his apron and dress to feel up his thighs, grabbing at them before guiding him out of the entrance and into the living room. “Strip.”

It seemed so unnecessary for him to even be wearing clothes at all when they always ended up on the floor, especially such intricate clothes as well that needed to be removed with elegance and not shaky unsure fingers like his. But that was rather the point. It was a show, he guessed as he reached behind his back to undo the bow of the apron. A rather clunky graceless strip-tease, he mused when the apron fell unceremoniously to the floor, the dress following shortly after.

That was it, he’d learned, the rest Enji wanted to do on his own. He couldn’t understand how a man could still look so intimidating even when on his knees removing his shoes. Large, large hands cupping the small clothed feet, unclasping the buttons and sliding them out of their enclosure. He left the socks on this time, they were going to be part of the show, them and the bralette, and nothing else.

“Bend, I want to see that perfect little ass of yours.” His voice would be casual if it weren’t for the dripping boiling-hot lust that stuck to his tongue as he spun his toy around and pushed him over the back of the white couch, liking how it was too tall to meet his hips for a proper bend and instead aided in lifting him up on the very tips of his toes. He licked his lips, tugging on the crotch of his pants.

Scorching fingers grabbed the ample flesh of his ass, kneading it up like dough before he felt the wet sludge off his tongue gliding a trail up his spine, only stopping once he came to his neck where he began kissing wet, so very wet, drooling kisses up behind his ear. Again, inhaling through his nose as his clothed cock nuzzled neatly between his presented ass, humping into the welcoming heat.

“You smell good, did you shower like I asked...” Asked? They both knew it wasn’t a request, but yet he nodded his head from where he felt the blood beginning to pool where he was resting on the sofa-cushions upside-down. “Such a good pet.” His hips curved into him so he pushed his bulge up into his plushie backside, hands rubbing circles into his midriff, pulling him back to meet his mellow thrusts. “Is your throat still sore from choking on my cock?” His fingers, laid steadily on the softness of the couch, bending to grip the surface in order to hold himself back from crying. “Answer when you’re spoken to, pet.” Enji sounded bored, slightly bitter as he pressed his growing cock harder into his breakable little hostage.

He felt the tears begin to fall despite his efforts. “Sorry.” He pipped, half his face now buried in the couch. “My throat is fine, thank you for asking.” Enji’s hand went back to carelessly wandering, instead of gripping his hips so harshly.

“Good, I’m glad.” The statement didn’t seem heartfelt. “Spread your legs. Give me your hands.” His suspicion was answered through the heartless commands, Enji didn’t care.

He moved his feet away as much as he could without losing contact with the floor, which wasn’t really far at all, but he guessed Enji would steer him into the right position when the urge fell over him. Letting go of his grip on the couch-cushions proved more difficult as he was left sinking even further into the plushie surface without any support, yet he still managed, bending his elbows to fold his arms on his back, making it easier for Enji’s massive hand to grip both his wrists at the same time.

“I’ve been looking forward to taking this ass for so long…” He groaned, his hand giving the ass a rough squeeze. “Perhaps that’s why that slut can’t get me hard anymore, since I know what a perfect little pet I have waiting for me at home.” It was as though he used the fat of his ass as a handle to pull him up, lifting him briefly off the couch before dropping him back down again, hearing him give a little yelp at the action, again causing him to groan in satisfaction as he bumped his erection into where it fit so perfectly between his ass-cheeks. “I’ve been waiting so patiently… and so have you.” Enji mused, as though the boy at his mercy was having any of the same cravings. “I think today is the day we both get our reward.” Enji pulled on his wrists, dragging him off the couch, his feet meeting the cold floors again and quickly yanked into Enji’s hard chest. “I know you’re excited, but let’s get you to the bedroom first.” He taunted when he gave another squeal, looking up to see Enji’s unforgivingly hungry cerulean gaze, having tears and fears and swirling panic brimming in his own. “Wipe those tears, you can comfort yourself with having your face stuffed, use my cock like a pacifier.” The comment did far from comfort him, instead evoking a whimper as he swallowed thickly in a way of suppressing the hiccup that wanted to hitch in his throat at the dark promise.

He must have blacked out or zoned out or something alike it as a form of preparing himself for Enji, for when he came to he was upstairs, already placed on the bed, on his knees, in front of a naked Enji and large thighs made up of pure muscle and scares, and hair. Then of course the centerpiece, Enji’s large intimidating cock standing proudly up against his ripped stomach, with its angry mushroom-shaped swollen head puckering right into his face.

Enji’s hand rubbed lazily over the tip, smearing what precum had already beaded in the slit. Yet, he wasn’t given too long to just stand and admire it as Enji’s other massive hand come up to grip the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his short locks to form a better hold, pulling him down to level with the beast, pushing him further, head mushed and buried to cuddle with the manhood. Enji’s hips leaning in on repeat to meet how his hand pushed his face against the sensitivity of his sex, balls slightly swinging up against his chin.

“Come on, use your tongue.” Enji didn’t waste any time, starting to pull at the roots of his hair in order to frighten him into obeying. He succeeded, as the boy opened his mouth and laid his tongue out flat to taste the salty skin it was pressed against. “Lick from the base.” Enji commanded and the boy listened, dragging his tongue up with the guidance of Enji’s hand steering the back of his head up the entire length of his cock. Pulling him slightly away from the activity, making the boy wince at the sharp stinging off his roots being yanked. Enji’s other hand gripping the base of the giant pole to tap it in a slapping fashion against the lips that seemed so welcoming and warm, the boy shutting his eyes allowing some more tears to drip from where they had been welling. “Open up.” He did as he was told, lips parting to accommodate for Enji’s weeping cockhead. “There you go, taste me.” He groaned as he pushed his head further onto his cock, traveling into his mouth, filling him up and prodding at the back of his throat. The boy knew better than to think he was any less than half-way done, yet he couldn’t hold back the reflex of gagging. Not that Enji paid any mind to the complaint, only placing his other hand to control his chin as he continued nudging himself deeper, sinking down his throat. “Come on, swallow all of me, I want to feel that cute nose buried in my belly with your tongue licking my balls.”

He tried relaxing his throat, choking his length and girth down and down, sniveling as he held back the urge to pull away, knowing how the hand Enji placed at the back of his head wouldn’t allow him to move anyway.

His eyes traveled backwards when the lightheadedness of being barely able to breath got to him, which was when Enji let up, freeing him as both hands took their leave from holding him steady. “Such a good pet, do as your told.”

He coughed into the bedsheets while Enji’s hand pet over his head, his own fingers tightly gripping the fabric beneath, knuckling the textile into his palm, trying to compose himself before his head was guided to look back up at Enji again, who seemed to tower over him even though the both of them were on their knees, though the boy was rather bowing for the giant red-headed man.

Enji’s fat fingers came to pry open his mouth, pushing past everything with little regard. “Suck these fingers for me.” Shoving the digits down his throats and fucking the soreness for a while before retracting them. “Spit in my palm.” He didn’t argue, unless the sniffling cough he gave were to be considered a protest, before spitting all the saliva his mouth had produced when being attacked by the mass that filled him up before. “Get back on that cock.”

Again, he didn’t waste any time, adamant on making sure Enji knew that there was no need for him to be using his hands to force himself down his throat as he guzzled down on his length, bobbing up and down with his head, letting him kiss the back of his throat as he glugged with his lips forming a tight circle around his girth, using his tongue to slide out to cover what areas of his cock he couldn’t reach when swallowing him down at the pace he was going. Desperately trying to please the beast.

Enji gave no warning, pushing his fat digit into his puckering hole from where he was being such a good boy with sucking him down like he’d asked. Filling and stretching his little ass, dragging an adorable whine from his throat, a whine Enji received on his cock, the unrestrained voice giving nice little tremors to vibrate alongside his girth, settling somewhere at the tip of his cock before traveling down into his heavy balls, making him buck deeper into his face. “Wouldn’t want that cute butt to get lonely while I fuck this pretty face.” He explained, as he sank the finger even further into his ass, listening to him mewl a panicked whine around his cock, simply fucking even deeper into his face, hand clasping around the back of his head to better rut into his skull, finger roughly stretching out the tender tight muscles from behind.

He cursed gruffly once he let up, admiring as his pet drooled and spluttered to breath at the absence of his cock in his mouth, spit slobbering down his chin and landing in thick puddles dampening the bedsheets beneath them.

“Look at me.” He whimpering as Enji once again grabbed a tight hold on his chin, rough fingertips planted into his cheeks, sliding in saliva as he forced him to look up, lifting him upright, so much so his hands needed to leave their station on the bed in favor of supporting himself against Enji’s chest or else he’d simply be held up by Enji hand like a noose. “Open that mouth up.” He did his best to comply with the demand with how his hand seemed to pressure his jaw shut, though he managed, having his cheeks squeezed and lips puckering like a duck out towards him, a perfect parted hole he could aim and spit right into. “Swallow that for me pet.” It came as a shock having Enji’s warm liquid shot onto his tongue but he quickly recovered, letting it slide down his jugular before he swallowed. “Good boy. What do you say?” He could feel him quenching his pride and all hopes of fighting back in the whimper that ran up beneath his fingers on his throat.

“Thank you, Daddy.” There was no spite in the words, just wholehearted defeat and surrender, and the potency of it all sprung right to Enji’s ego, making his attention-craving cock throb with neediness.

“Good pet.” Hand tightened around his throat to lift him even higher up to meet with his face, kissing his slick face roughly, stiff lips setting the motion, bloated lips following suite, before the hand around his throat once again took advantage of its power and threw him back down on his hands and knees. “Now finish your meal.” The statement held nothing but hungry cruelty, followed by a long blob of spit dripping slowly from his tongue onto his cock, sliding down its length. “Lick it up.” Unsure eyes looked up through stinging saltwater, finding no hint of mercy, encouraging him to do what he was told before earning himself a punishment. Mouth promptly taking the large cock into his mouth again, yet he felt the sting of a slap to his cheek all the same. “I said lick, not suck.” He resisted the urge to soothe the red stinging flesh of his cheek and did as he was corrected, tongue lapping up the underside of the angry cock in his face. “Yes… good… there you go.” He was praised, and though it made his stomach sink, he also felt relief, for at least praise was far away from disappointment and the punishment that followed such a resolution.

What followed was simply Enji’s rumbling groans and moans as his fingers played with the short locks of hair at the back of his head, somewhat steering where his head would go, how far away and how up close and personal, whether to suffocate him with cock or not. He compliantly slurped up and down his length with his tongue hanging out from his mouth, spit dribbling down his chin, down his neck, dropping to the bedsheets beneath them, before Enji groaned again, this time signaling that he was bored, hands yanking him away from the wet activity.

“Lie down on your back.” He wasn’t given much freedom to do so on his own as he was pushed down and kept down as Enji swung his leg over his chest where he laid beneath him, trapping face between his thick deadly hairy thighs, threatening to squish his head until it popped from the pressure. “Open your mouth up pretty.” He gaped, feeling the slick of Enji’s balls slide on his chest as he sat down on top of him, pushing much air from out of his breakable ribcage and the lungs beneath. Cock laid between his nipples, cockhead touching his chin. Again, a blob of his spit met his tongue, accompanied by a light playful slap against his cheek. “Keep it open.” He couldn’t hold up to Enji’s command as rough fingers pulled at his sensitive nipples, squeezing them and tugging at them through the thin lacy fabric of his bralette, rubbing on them, making him whine in discomfort, yet with his hands locked to his side underneath the contraption of Enji’s thighs, he was given no room to fight back. “So pretty.” Enji admired, tweaking the nibs tenderly as he rocked his hips forwards, cock sliding up and down his chest, balls squished against him, before he sat up again, kneeling with his cock and balls hovering over him, threatening to sit down and suffocate him while riding his face.

Enji gripped his cock and tugged it up and down to dance his balls on the pretty face beneath him, though the wet cavern he wanted to dip into shut into a thin line before he could.

“I said keep your mouth open.” He growled and the boy was reminded of the former command, promptly opening wide. “Tongue out, play with these balls, Pretty.” His tongue rolled out, at once met with the size of Enji’s nuts as they slid up and down his wet muscle. “You get to decide today: do you want a face full of cum or do you want me to fill that belly up?” He wasn’t given much air to retort with his mouth being filled with cock and balls, Enji’s hand resting on his forehead to keep him perfect and still for his manhood to abuse. “Come on, pick one.” He made him gag as he forced his entire pole down his throat, allowing him no chance to reply. “That’s fine, you can have both since you’re so spoiled.” Again, he stuffed his mouth with his balls, making him gargle and suckle on them, before he took his shaft in one hand and slapped the side of his face, liking how his eyes squeezed even tighter shut at the sharp contact. His face covered in spit and smeared with precum, slick and glossy, with pretty wet lashes. “Let’s paint that face first.” He slapped his face with the weight of his cock again, before placing it on the middle, balancing the slug on his lips and nose, resting between the bridge between his eyes, chin buried in his ball-sack. “Smile for me, smile for Daddy.”

He forced on a broken uncomfortable smile where he laid beneath the brute man, eyes still kept shut. Enji smeared what oozing precum had breached his tip onto his lips, as though requesting him to open up, which he did, being met with the entire mass of his cock stuffing his mouth, tickling the back of his throat as he fucked into his face.

“Swallow me down, Pretty. Stay right there.” He choked and gagged at the feel of him continuously pushing into the tight canal of his throat, yet wasn’t allowed to move as Enji’s hand still balanced his head by tugging at the hairs over his forehead, pushing him into place. He coughed and spluttered desperately once Enji let go, though was given minimum time to collect himself again before Enji gave another growling and ruggedly desperate command. “Smile.”

He fisted his length in his palm, finger rubbing over the tip, pumping furiously into the face beneath him before thick ropes of white cream came shooting out of the tip, hot and wet and sticky when it landing all over his face, running down his cheek, into his mouth, letting him taste bittersweet salt on his tongue.

Enji continued rubbing himself, though slower now, eyes scrunched close as he held onto the euphoric feeling of exploding, feeling himself gradually and too quickly for his liking, coming down from the high, though as he opened his eyes and looked down at what pretty artwork he’d made on his pet’s face he found that he was far from finished.

“What do you say?” His hand’s movements were slow and calculating as he rubbed himself tenderly, without rush.

“Thank you, Daddy.” He hiccupped, relieved to get some rest even as the stench of Enji aided in his discomfort, feeling his stickiness begin to dry on his skin. The rest didn’t last long though as Enji’s cockhead bumped into his lips, demanding he open up to take him inside his mouth again.

“Clean the tip.” He sucked on the mushroom-head, tongue swiping up to clean out the weeping slit. “Such a hungry spoiled pet. Does Daddy taste good?”

He let go with a pop to answer, knowing it was better to just play along. “Mmh, yes, Daddy.” He kissed the head, strings of slime connecting his lips to the thick pole. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Enji reached his hand behind him to find the perky perfect nipples he played with before, pulling at the nib to retract an open-mouthed whine from the boy, allowing him full access to the welcoming wet hole. “Suck some more, get all your spit out on me, get my cock nice and ready for your little butt.” He felt him whine and whimper on his cock at the sound of his words, the panic feeling delicious as it came out like vibrations tickling alongside his length, settling in his balls as he once again fucked into his little face, with him having no chance of escaping, being trapped so perfectly between his thighs. But, his face had gotten used and abused enough, and it was high time he buried himself balls-deep in the no doubt tight hole of his ass and fucked him into a crippled stupid mess.

“Come on, up on your knees.” Strong hands grabbed his hips as he moved off of him, dragging him up into position before he even knew what was happening, with no strength of his own to support himself, falling face first into the pillow to rest, an agonizingly cute display to the man standing behind him, lining him up. “Little boy is gonna get his ass stuffed by Daddy.” He started to jerk himself off, holding his hip and pulling him close. The hand ascending to his mouth so that he could spit into his palm, gathering wetness before grabbing the limp cock of his pet in his massive warm hand, resulting in the boy jolting out of his resting pose, surprised by the sudden touch of his sensitive member. Though he was pushed back down again by Enji’s other hand, it having left his own cock leaving it to rest between his ass-cheeks. “No, no.” He scolded. “Posture, Babyboy, face down in your pillow.” The massive hand pet over his head, pressuring him to simply lie there and take it. “Get this ass up.” He corrected his stance by pulling his hip up into position, back arching like a cat stretching, ass pulled close into Enji’s crotch. “Hands on your back, give me those hands.” He fished for the limp arms, folding them behind his back, letting go once he was assured the boy knew to listen to the order. “Now spread those knees.” Enji took hold of his thighs and shuffled his knees further to the side, the boy feeling the wetness of cold spit on the sheets, as Enji continued stroking the cock between his thighs so lovingly and tenderly, rubbing over the sensitive tender velvety cockhead again and again, feeling him leaning back and shivering under the touch. “There we go, perfect.” The hand pressed against his back dragged down his spine slowly, before it stopped to cup the ample soft dome of flesh, his thumb swiping over the unprotected tight butthole, all ready for the taking, helpless and broken and all his. “Are you excited?” Enji shuffled back on his knees, giving a quick glance over the perfect ass in front of him to inspect the face that was neatly and snuggly squished against the pillow, happy to see the pretty concoction of fear, surrender and anticipation displayed on his face, just like a submissive pet should look.

He shuddered as he felt Enji’s warm breath on his ass, the exposed sensitive ring of tender flesh slightly burning at the feeling.

“No one’s ever taken this ass before, have they?” The statement was rhetorical as he already knew the answer and was instead a gesture made simply to gloat, as it was followed by a satisfactory hum and a set of warm wet lips pressing a sloppy kiss onto the puckering opening, hand still jerking his cock, having him shivering for him. “You’re all nice and ripe for me?” Another wet kiss was placed at the entrance, though this time the lips remained tightly locked, mouth sucking on the skin, tongue laid out flat as he dragged the rough rigid texture up over the hole, before poking through the sensitive rim, pumping the fat wet muscle in and out of the tightness. He let go with a smacking pop, lips quitting their suction.

His thighs were shaking by the end of it, his cock still held firmly in Enji’s hand, allowing him no room to move away, in fear he might just rip his dick off. Enji balanced his own cock between the perfect set of plump ass-cheeks raised up for him. Putting his thumb into his mouth before he once again rubbed it over the now wet hole, pushing through the tight rings of muscle to bury the digit inside. “So tight.” Came his rugged breath as he groaned, beginning to rock his hips forward while pulling the boy back to meet him by the thumb he had hooked inside him, his thighs meeting with the back of his ass, as his cock stroked through the crack, where large heavy balls clapped against smaller ones.

The thumb was removed, though not the hand handling his cock as he was left drooling into the pillow he was pressed against, his own hands going numb where he’d managed to keep them perfectly folded behind his back. Though the absence of the thick thumb was soon replaced, doubled even, as two fingers sank into the hole, promptly curling them, forcing him to whine like a cat, a moan so wet it stuck in the drool in his throat. He whimpered as the digits parted from each-other inside him, stretching him out, before pumping them in and out slowly, working the tightness.

Enji groaned at the sound of the boy’s measly whimpers, wet and pathetic, perfect. “I think your pretty ass is ready.” He gripped his cock, tugging on it up against his stomach, spitting onto the glistening wet hole presented to him, the one he was soon going to plant himself deep within. He slowly and carefully, taking his precious time, as though savoring it, lined his manhood up at the puckered opening, gently pushing his twitching cock into the back entrance, forcing a cry out of the smaller creature at his mercy. “That’s so tight…” He moaned, closing his eyes, focusing on the tight snug fit pressing around his cockhead, hugging him close. His fingers had definitely made it easier to enter, but it wasn't enough to make it easy by any means. “Does it feel good?” The tone was patronizing, as though he was talking to a child, looking over at the drooling mess he was burying himself inside, feeling his butt twitch around the fatness of his tip, as though sucking on it. “Want me deeper?” He started slowly sliding in inch by agonizing inch. Breaching each ring of muscles that surrounded his fat length. “All the way?” Watching as his hard sex disappeared into the ample ass until he was completely engulfed. The view alone had him pulsing inside.

One hand steadied the ass, making it easier to sink into place without any interruptions or split-second fearful protests, acting as a represent and fear-tactic, threatening to land a sharp painful smack against the soft flesh if he were to go against what Enji had made clear was going to happen one way or the other. The other hand had more or less the same purpose, where it laid slow attentive strokes to the unsheathed throbbing cock. Though as he bottomed out inside his ass, the hand moved from playing with the painfully tender pulsating pole in favor of fondling the balls at its base, gathering both his own and his pet’s in his warm palm and messaging them together before he slid slowly out of the clenching tight hole, enjoying the tremors that seemed to wreck though the frail body he had positioned in prayer-stance before him.

“You like that?” Enji purred, having pulled almost all the way out before pushing back inside the warm walls of his slave. “You like getting taken in your tight little ass?” He wasn’t necessarily fishing for any response, most likely the opposite, simply wanting to prove how right and good and perfect their dynamic was, how this is something they both wanted, both needed. “Nothing to say, pet?” He snickered as he once again stuffed him completely full with his cock, listening to the wet choked moans that were whined into the pillow beneath him. “Is my little pet enjoying himself that much, is my cock that good?” He picked up the pace, only a little, rocking faster, fast enough for his balls to begin swinging to hit the other pair of balls it met with each soft thrust. “Tell me how good my cock is.” The hand steadying him squeezed the plush doughy flesh, a pain sharp enough to bring him to his senses, allowing him to formulate what words he knew Enji wanted to hear.

“Fe- feels good, Daddy, thank you Da- Daddy, feels so, so goo- good.” He croaked, face hugging the pillow close, buried in the fluff of it, the plush sucking up what drool seeped from out the corner of his mouth, and what tears spilled down from the corner of his eyes. The cover wet and sticky and itchy against his skin as he rocked softly further into it each time Enji filled him up and pushed him down.

“That’s right.” Enji drawled with a smirk, gorging at the submissive wet mess he had wrapped around himself. “And you thought you were scared.” He chastised. “When we both knew you were just hungry.”

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