#WE DOnt gotta talk about it further in fact let’s not

[iwaasfairy]

I love your fics soooooo much, would you ever write about a yandere/possessive yuta okkotsu 🫶🏿I just feel like he’s such a cool and calm person on the outside but is lowkey a perv when it comes to you… the type of dude to stalk you after a breakup and watch you when you sleep 🤞🏿🤞🏿 im drooling

Perfect timing because next fic is yuUTAAAAA Hes definitely a freak he licks your tears and spits in your mouth with the most clueless innocent look and then fingers you so good and hard that your legs are shaking!!

Yuuta absolutely has that sweet pretty thing going on that gets me absolutely! Fucking! Crazy!!! He makes me nUTSSS

[dorims]

What kinks do u think Roman has?

I just know they’re weird (and I’d still be into them)

so if i have to be honest, ive never really thought about roman's kinks 🥲 HOWEVER you know how he shamed tom for swallowing back his cum after tabs sucked him off?? yeah he's definitely into that and you can't tell me otherwise.

and without further ado! a little brainstorm under the cut <3

tags. VERY SUGGESTIVE, MDNI, an overall masochistic vibe, degradation/praise, allusions to cheating, impact play, mentions of roman's low self-esteem

a/n. psa im not familiar with writing smut and if i gotta be honest im pretty vanilla myself so...do with that what you will LMFAO

masochism

hes a masochist, we been knew

its pretty much the central theme of these hcs too

degradation/praise

so definitely degradation bc its roman, cmon. but for some reason i cant help but think that he's really into being praised too?

could be wrong but i feel like he'd only let himself be praised after he's developed a solid bond with his partner, and it'd probably go from being degraded to a mix of degradation and praise to full praise in some occasions.

if theres not a smooth transition i feel like he would panic and shut himself out. like it feels too intimate or smth.

cuckolding (controversial)

i think he would like it bc it hurts. like his partner sleeping with someone else is kind of like a slap to the face

a situation that has him constantly thinking 'I'm not enough' and that kind of hurt i think he gets off on bc masochism <3

but thats only maybe with the condition he somehow gets the chance to prove to himself and to you that he is better than the person you're sleeping with

OR he's into 'pseudo-cuckolding' so he likes the idea that you COULD go and sleep with someone but you dont, kinda like what happened with grace and the server

SO MAYBE IM WRONG and he would actually hate this but you know, im trynna brainstorm

phone sex (is this even a kink?)

only the sound of your voice and his,

kinda like the romangerri situation LMFAO

because think about it, this way you dont have to actually see him. that would comfort him in some way because of his low self-esteem and self-image issues. that way you can picture anything you want and not be disappointed with the real thing, you know?

i also think that phone sex (or bathroom door sex????) would help him open up until he grows comfortable enough in the intimacy the two of you are building

love how this are supposed to be smut hcs yet im making them slightly angsty

impact play

i think this might be a little self-explanatory, but yes, getting hit in a sexual context turns him on

only when he is receiving ofc

dom/sub dynamics

he's a massive sub and no one can tell me otherwise

its literally on the show TT

ANYWAY, he's probably bratty at first but then just gives in to your every demand because he aims to please

still likes to get on your nerves though, like a lot and i think thats because even when he's been an annoying piece of shit in bed you still take care of him and that reinforces, in his head, that, sure he's being unbearable but that doesn't take away the fact that you care for him and love him, ya know?

also, he would probably call you mommy/daddy at first jokingly but the it kinda sticks??

freud would have a field day with roman roy

OOC BUT FUN TO THINK ABOUT: vanilla sex

hear me out, ik roman's character is pretty much the personification of the words 'kinky mf' but idk

i think vanilla sex would suit roman SOO much. i think for roman to reach the point of having sex with ANYONE there needs to be a established foundation of trust and respect and perhaps love too

and i know sex doesn't necessarily mean love, but we are talking about a man who's definition of love is pain - like love HAS to hurt for it to be love - and undoubtedly he would twist his perception of sex to fit that same definition of love because love is a branch of intimacy and so is sex, you feel me?

i just feel like it would show roman another side of intimacy. all gentle and kind and giggly sex and intimacy doesn't necessarily have to hurt for it to feel good.

like imagine just plain vanilla sex and its banter and laughter and quips and help me lol

vanilla sex and aftercare would solve all his problems, i said what i said /hj

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

anyone i see comparing zionism to nazism, terfs, and other extremist ideologies will be blocked. i could explain that zionism is a hugely complex system but anyone who's that far down the antisemitic rabbit hole will not listen to me. so for anyone who is not that deep down: zionism is not an extremist ideology. at fucking all. there is the occasional extremist branch of zionism (particularly revisionist) but those are not the norm. the core belief of zionism is a jewish person who believes in jewish people's right to self determination. notice how that's a very very broad statement? zionism is not the type of movement that can be shoved into a tiny little box because you're scared of the fact that jewish people like complex things.

extremist movements like nazism and terfism follow very, very strict guidelines. some of yall do not realize that bc you label everything you dont like with that. a nazi will not be ok with simply having some similar beliefs and leaving at that. they will attempt to drag you further and further down the hole and they're so fucking good at it. extremist belief systems do not have any room for nuance.

if yall actually interacted with zionists instead of blocking us or harassing us immediately you'd realize that the vast majority of us have zero interest in making people zionists. we prefer to focus on ways we already connect and we like building friendships and allyships based off that. i do not want you to be a zionist, goy. i dont want you to be an antizionist or nonzionist either. i want you to leave our community's movement alone. we do not need your input and we are perfectly fine without you.

i know your little "zionism is evil!" "zio scum!" shit is due to misinformation but i do not give a fuck. you had your chance. you had MANY chances and yet you chose to talk over jews, threaten us, doxx us, etc.?? i do not like pulling the i-know-more-than-you card but if all you've done is watch a few tiktoks and skimmed an al jazeera article then i do know so much more than you. ive researched zionism for 5 years and have been learning the belief system through my family since i was a small child. and holy shit i have SO much to learn still so I can confidently say you don't know shit.

zionism isnt going anywhere. we're jewish and we're made to fucking last and that applies to the things we create. our strength lies in the fact that unlike nazism, terfism, and other extremist ideologies, we openly embrace nuance. we want to be able to cooperate with those who have different beliefs than us and itd be a lot easier if yall stopped the threats and other bs.

you can absolutely follow me if you're curious. i tend to talk mostly abt my own experiences with zionism but if you want resources you can ask nicely and you'll get them. im always open to more people learning but I will not coddle you. I'm an angry jew who was having a lot of fun with my guinea pig blog and now ive gotta talk about jewish shit because it sucks for us rn and I won't let my voice be stomped out.

[understandableparadox]

Bottom of the barrel isekai review

did i say I was going to read something horrible for you? turns out it was horrible for me.

behold a fucking pre-amble. I think the idea of loving and being loved is a concept ambiguous enough for it to be idolized by almost anyone because the ways to love are so varied and different. unconditional, unrequited, toxic, wholesome, forbidden, destined, love has more modifiers then fucking charizard and oops we gotta update that sentence because someone on book tik tok has invented a new type of love known as Squimy love. what does this mean for your children? more at 11.

regardless we yearn for a type of romance or if you are aromantic a form of intimacy in the form of the platonic. in some cases we can form such ties with people we don't see, people that Do not know that you exist.

in worse cases, sometimes the people who don't know we exist want to foster that relationship further for their own benefit. Parasocial love.

im sure you heard it from whatever drama youtuber you have decided to use to funnel useless bits of rage bait into your ears but its a tale as old as creepy guys. streamer is a little to eager to play into the fantasy of the viewers, that they love them, that they thing You, that's right, You dear viewer are special...Then they use that to groom or take advantage of a kid and they don't go to jail and someone writes a long expose piece on them and you want them to get hit by a truck but god rarely allows such lovely Closure...

anyways that defeintly has nothing to do with the work we are unraveling today, right? right???

oh.

oh no....

god, just kill me... ok the premise is simple, the internet has been made by a reincarnated rando who has decided that anything in regards to adventuring and fighting is just not in the cards for him so he has decided to just be a streamer. The only streamer in the world...Well more of a podcaster, given his streams are soley voice. but lets not label spikes being driven into my head.

but hey, thats a intresting concept, the idea that someone has created the true information highway across a world that is fucking Eras to early for it, theres a lot of things that one can explo-

kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me, please, im begging, im pleading, im a fucking deer on the side on the road stareing at you with blank uncomprehending eyes, my comprehension of Big Block Of Metal screaming down the road is null, dont let up on the gas and turn me into a grease smear so I may obtain something resembling an iota of peace of mind

NOT EVERY FUCKING CHARECTER NEEDS TO BE THE STRONGEST, THEY DONT NEED TO HAVE THE MILLION MANA MULTIPLIER, ITS OK TO BE SOMEWHAT WEAK, DID LUFFY POP OUT OF THE BARREL SCREAMING GUM GUM GIGA COCK AND ONE SHOTTING EVERY POOR PRIVATEER AND BUCANNEER THAT SO DARED TO GIVE HIM ANYTHING OTHER THEM WARM PRAISE AND DELIGHTIED WELCOME?! NO, BECAUSE WE ARE ALLOWED TO ENJOY THE FACT THERE ARE STAKES, THAT NOT EVERY SITUATION IS ONE IN WHICH WE ARE IN SOLE COMMAND OF! THAT GIVES IT SPICE.

anyways they wont talk about this for ten additional chapters and then again for the arc finally so i'm going to ignore it and move on.

they also go to a school that accommodates commoners and nobals, but its also the first school that actully does this, which is really intresting as its a mixing of classes and allowing "commoner" students acess to higher education and training for magic for a war with the demon king, meaning is this truly for public betterment or is this a method of ensureing nobel students arent drafted into war due to magic potential by haveing a healthy supply of seemingly more expenda- oh? your bored? you want me to jinkle something in your face? oh i messed up that sentance? You Meant to say jiggle? ok cool

reaching the end of the comic we come to its inevitable Gimmick because one cannot be Fucked to try to make just one gimmick work. thats right, the streamer has developed a collection of accidental parasocial relationships with various well endowed women across the nation, each in astoundingly have posistions of power or in some way highly skilled.

Each woman dispite not knowing who the streamer is, never seeing his face are thusly so infatuated by the mere sound of his voice and the kind words he mutters that they have their brain matter utterly rewired, becomeing true devouts for their favorite streamer...

Rinse and repeat for 20 plus chapters and you get Shitty Ecchi Slop delivered out to be consumed en masse because men cannot hope to penetrate the core of male lonliness without true introspection which in turn is stymied by a hunered or so other dude bros who loathe the word and offer a far easier view in which to dye the world. thus they seak idea of being coveted by someone in mangas in increaseingly more convluted power fantasies...

IS WHAT I WANT TO END THIS ON BUT IT GETS WERIDER, DISPITE BEING SLOB THE AUTHOR IS BASED ON TWO AREAS IN PARTICULER,

HOLY SHITBALLS BATMAN, IS THAT AN ISEKAI CHARECTER THAT ISNT IMMEDITLY BUM RUSHING THE FUCKING SLAVE MAKRKET OR GIVING IT A TUT TUT?! IS THAT A HUMAN BEING WITH ACTUAL FUCKING EMPATHY?!

OH MY FUCKING GOD IN HEAVEN I DIDNT KNOW THOSE EXISTED, NOW AINT THAT THE SHINIEST FUCKING PENNY IN THE BUNCH, BUT OH PLEASE DO SAVE ROOM FOR DESERT BECAUSE IN THE SAME FUCKING CHAPTER

THEY BRING THE ABOLTION OF SLAVERY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS WORK FASTER THEN ABRAHAM LINCON AND HIS INDESCIVE BEARED ASS.

IMAGINE MY FUCKING SHOCK AND AWE, HEARING THE TERM SLAVE AND BEING AWASHED WITH THE TRUAMA OF WATCHING SO MANY BLACK HAIRED SAD EYED ANIME PRETTY BOYS EITHER DECIDEING TO BUY A SLAVE WHO ALSO JUST HAPPENS TO BE THE FUCKING POSTER CHILD FOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROM OR JUST SAYING "THAT SUCKS" AND LEAVEING IT BE, READY FOR THE INEVITABLE KNIFE IN THE HEART AND THEN BOOM, STREAMER SAYS SLAVERY IS BAD AND THEY GET RID OF IT, MAYBE I DO BELIVE IN THE POWER OF THE STREAMER.

DID YOU FILL UP ON SWEET SWEET ANTI FANTASY SLAVERY COOKIES?1 YOU GOD DAMN IDIOT, YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED ROOM FOR "GUY WITH NORMAL OPINIONS ABOUT SEX WORK"

I AM A CONVERT, I AM A DEVOUT, HAND TO THE HEAVENS I SHALL ESPOUSE THE VIRTUES AND DIVINITY OF THE STREAMER, WITH A WAVE OF THEIR VIRTUAL HAND SOCIETAL PROPLEM LOSE FLIGHT AND FALL TO THE EMBRACE OF THE COLD GRAVE, I JUST NEED A CHAPTER WHERE STREAMER SAYS TRANS RIGHTS AND I PROMISE I WILL NEVER EVER TALK SHIT ABOUT THIS SERIES AGAIN, PLEASE MR. STREAMER, JUST SAY TRANS RIGHTS ONE TIME, JUST ONE SINGULER TIME AND I CAN ASCEND THE RUNGS OF PEACE AND JOY.

turning down the notches this manga is funny in the fact that it pulls me back and fourth with wild abandon between utter and complete slop and genuinly funny bits and abnormally normal opinions for the genra.

"Is the underlying story, barring any other concept, good?" 

there really isnt a story, its just streamer talking and women going batshit insane.

"on a sliding scale of min to max, how much is the author using this to explore fetish" 

medium. the story has an obsession with the idea of yandere but it rarely goes into the idea of a stalker. the women are respectfull of his boundries barring one but that one is called the odd one out. aside from that, alot of scenes are just an ecuse to draw anime tits.

"How many story crutches does the author use to explore the story" 

it dosent need crutches because it has little to no intrest in telling a coherent story, it talks about what it wants and drops the rest.

 "Is the author attempting to use the story as a way to explain why he is not weird."

streamers can solve all of socitial ills as long as the women who they create parasocial relationships in are in posistions of high political power. .

[raisethestake]

Tech x reader (NSFW) pt. 1/2

Excuse some of the crude language, I dont picture a relationship with Tech being overly romanticised so it felt weird to have especially eloquent and descriptive words for some reason 😂

Mostly fluff, gets more NSFW the further down you read. Enjoy!

(pt. 2 in development)

· I am a retired bounty hunter who gets employed by the Republic as a reconnaissance contact

· I was born on Ord Mantell

· I am quite paranoid, which makes me a great scout as I am always on the lookout.

· I am covered in piercings and tattoos

· Tech is also covered in tattoos

[reference 👇]

Meeting

· I work in 79's when I'm not on missions. This is where I was briefly acquainted with the Batch.

· I then got put on a mission with them about a month later.

· He is fascinated by my creative knowledge and wisdom. It is different than his own knowledge and while he's actually quite good when he joins me to paint sometimes, he struggles with conceptual ideas and prefers cold, hard facts.

· Me and Tech really hit it off with intellectual debates. I learnt stuff from him and he liked it when I asked for advice, but he also learnt about social and moral concepts from me.

· I am a trained night owl because I work in a bar, but i also enjoy the mornings, soaking in the peacefulness of either sides of the day.

· We are always the last 2 to go to bed, working in silence or having hushed conversations in the cockpit.

· Tech started to look forward to this undisturbed time with me.

· everyone noticed that I was Tech's new favorite person.

Flustered

· he was sat in the corner in 79's one night looking a litle distracted. I asked Hunter and Crosshair what was up when they were getting drinks. Hunter wasnt sure, but Crosshair said

· "he's hung up on someone and doesnt quite know what to do with himself."

· Hunter looked incredulous "who??"

· Crosshair's gaze went straight from Tech to me. I responded with a snort.

· he'd gotten onto Tech's data pad and seen mission reports filed by me. It looked like he was researching me, analysing my speech and thought process to be able to talk to me better.

· they asked me what i was going to do. I made a 'fuck it' face and finished my shift half an hour later.

· i came out with shots and offered one to Tech. "Come one mopey, we gonna dance?"

· as he stood up and shotted, "theres just something i gotta do first" and I took his chin and met his lips to mine.

· he got very flustered and started babbling about something in a low mumble. I took his hand and led him to the dancefloor.

· his dancing was a little awkward and self-conscious, but he was glad it was jazz so he didnt have to let loose to blend in. He was watching me intently the whole time. Me peppering him with kisses and him beginning to reciprocate, letting go of my hands to pull my waist in close. My arms thrown around his neck, we danced in an embrace.

· as we were around the boys all the time, we didnt get ample time to ourselves.

· Tech is NOT a morning person. He will stay asleep as long as time allows and is very grumpy. He will snap at people before he has his coffee.

· The boys warned me after we'd already slept together. I enjoy quiet in the morning anyway so I hadn't disturbed him.

· Morning Tech started to appear less often as having someone wake him up with neck kisses put him in a much better mood.

· we soon worked out that his main kink was love bites. It turned him on to see them during the day and know I was his.

· Tech is a madman. He clutters, scribbles on his walls, accidentally stays up late and tattoos himself.

· I slot into this well. While not as hardcore, I also tattoo myself and I am easy with the clutter. I am not the most tidy person but I like that I never feel guilty for it because he's worse than me.

· We are the lords of parallel play. We can sit in silence for hours. Tech tinkers, I do creative things, sometimes we sit and tattoo each other.

Good Morning

· we were on the Marauder after the rest of the boys woke up early to pick up parts in the city.

· I got up to make caff. Tech came in as I sipped and looked out the window.

· he made a cup and came to stand just behind me. I took his arm and wrapped it around my waist. He relaxed into it and rested his cheek on my head.

· I kissed his hand and he melted. He kissed my temple and made his way down to my neck, his hand moving to my hip. He stretched to set down his caff and squeezed my hips.

· i set my mug down and reached behind my head to stroke his hair. He pulled my pelvis into his as he added little licks down my neck and nibbled my ear.

· i turned around and our lips met. He towered over me as we backed against the wall.

· we jacked each other off at the same time until he lifted me up to curl my legs around his head and sat me on him.

· he began respectfully, but adapted as I encouraged him to go harder.

· i ended up turning round and he took me from behind. One hand reaching to rub my clit and biting my neck.

· he finished just after me.

· i had to brace against the wall to keep myself standing - weak in the knees. Tech twisted around and leaned his back against the wall. We looked at each other panting and chuckled before he took my hand and turned me around, sinking down to bring me ino his lap, where he held me and we kissed and talked.

· Tech is a sex GOD. I've had it good from bounty hunters, but never like him. He learnt everything about the female body when we got together to ensure I had the best time.

[kimikiui]

Why You Should Vote for Hakupo

Hello. Good evening, morning, afternoon, brunch, sleepytime whatever time it is for you right now. I am here to sell my little autism creature to you. This is going to be a fairly long post so, just sit tight.

The second round of polls will not be out for a couple of hours. I wanted to reblog the post with this, BUT- I have class at 3 when the polls are released. Plus, gotta get those non Hakupo believers before they vote for anyone else, amirite?

Also the stickers used between catagories are the official line stickers by Pikomaru ➜ https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/3951590/en

Reminder; It's only Shinji sweep until its Hakupo sweep.

No, I'm not putting a section breaker because even if you don't read it, I want you to see the sheer size of this... It's an essay at this point. Let's get started shall we?

What is a Hakupo?

Hakupo Tsukishiro is a energetic and powerful masculine voicebank for Utau (and amadeusy but we dont talk abt brunnnoooo). He was released all the way back in 2010 and has had many important milestones in his 13 years of distribution. Four compilation albums, 7 voicebanks, 2,500+ fanarts (that i all have), and uses by really awesome people *points to the crowd*. That's all of you guys out there. <3

Hakupo as a character is inspired by moe, thanks Clarice. Like most moe characters, he's a bit air headed and happy go lucky person. His positive attitude is sometimes brought into original songs he's featured in, which just makes me smile- girlbosses love a good pick me up song.

Also he has a stupid little coat and pants. This is all you need to know to vote for Hakupo, but I will continue forward incase you are still on the fence.

Cool Hakupo Facts

He almost has the same exact suggested range as Miku (C3 to E5)... His is actually larger... he goes higher (C3 to G5).

The "Do Re Mi FâåÁaæ↓" incident of Christmas 2020, contact me I will elaborate further.

There is a little bit of an evil twin thing going on. Yeah. This is a win.

His genderbend design Kohaku is revealed when you turn down the brightness of his official reference sheet (he pulled a scott cawthon guys).

He hates to be called cute and have his head patted... which is cute.

Despite looks- His description says he has curly hair come on guys- LITTLE FLUFF.

By looking at his official Twitter bot, there's a few extra things we can learn about him. He is very stupid, very impatient, has a horrible sleep schedule, bad at multitasking, and can't stand still (I can elaborate more on these if asked).

I wrote a 43 page Utau cartoon pilot script with Hakupo as the main character. Shameless plug.

I also wrote my college admissions essay about Hakupo. Thanks for getting me into college Bobo!

Sick Bobo Uses

Get boboed.

What does Bobo mean to me?

I found Hakupo 7 years ago now, sitting in the middle of an Utau melody. I told myself I would just turn off my tablet and listen to the music. Yeah that worked- guess who was next after the screen turned off. BOBO! I needed to see the little creature creating this melody. I turned on the screen, and was not disappointed. Fancy twink in a oversized tailcoat with weird pants. I remember rambling to my mom later about how cool he was, why he was so unique, and why this one specifically caught my attention.

He's been my special interest since then, everyone around me knows Hakupo wheather they like it or not. He's about 80% of everything I draw, 50% of what I talk about, and 100% of my little creature I snuggle up with every night.

Literally.

I have a Hakupo bodypillow. Can't sleep without him.

Anyways, he's helped me find a lot of my best friends *coughcoughmeatcoughrevcough*, never fails to make me happy, and helped everyone around me realize I'm extremely autistic. The least I can do is write an ungodly long propaganda post while drinking my coffee at 9 am.

Stan Bobo Oobieero.

Hakupo Memes for Propaganda

GO VOTE FOR HAKUPO ON @utaupoll AT 3 PM EST

Thanks, have a nice day.

[foolish-moods]

STOP substituting "woman" with "female"

for the love of whatever the fUCK is out there i am so sick of seeing and hearing this shit and it's gotten bad enough it inspired me to make a god damn tumblr

if you dont know what im talking about or do this but dont know why its bad then let me yell at you for a moment ok there are two reasons, lets start with the simplest: first reason!! GRAMMAR: there are two clerks, one is a man and the other is a woman, you dont know any other defining details about them cause yer blind and stupid but you gotta differentiate them so what do you call them?? man clerk?? NO it's MALE CLERK and FEMALE CLERK! makes sense cause its correct!! yeah good okay we established the proper use of the word "female" now lets move on ok two dudebros who paid for tater tot's course on not getting laid are hangin and one of them just went the bar cause people do that i guess and the other asks "hey did you meet any females?" THIS IS BAD why?? because "female" is SPECIES NEUTRAL female what? cat? bird? elephant? snake? you are speaking NONsense and lunacy you twerp that isnt how you formulate a proper sentence you are being DUMB do you say "male's clothing"? no you say "men's clothing" cause NO SHIT i shouldnt have to explain why it makes sense if you know anything about english grammar so why the fuck would you ever say "females" when referring to human women??? yeah alright buddy i hear you, context matters, no shit the dudebro is talking about human women there isn't any elephants in a bar (idk) so why do is it such a big problem???

Second Reason: Dehumanization

The modern popularity of using "female" in substitution of "woman" began amongst so called alpha male influencers such as Fresh & Fit and the now nearly household name Andrew Tate. Their absurd misogynistic ideology is painted in a veneer of masculine self-help, hustle culture, and playing the role of surrogate father figures for estranged and impressionable boys.

Knowing who these men and their followers are already gives a clearer picture of the reason behind the improper use of "female". Whether consciously or not, they use the word in place of "woman" because it is a quiet way of degrading women, speaking of them as being lesser. After all, female is not a human centric word, it is a descriptor that can be applied to animals and even objects. By saying something like "females are so annoying" they could be talking about dogs or women, implying the two are equal.

Even without the consistent vitriol that these influencers spit about women, their intentions are made more evident by the fact that they almost never substitute "man" with "male". They are consistent to the point that they will say "men and females" and it is not on accident.

Okay then, so what? Incels and their pack leaders say and do things far worse than misusing "female" so why am I nitpicking it in particular? It's because of their outreach. I think if you ask a teacher who Andrew Tate is there's a decent chance they'll know the name and that alone is awful. But if you ask them about using "female" improperly then I think you'll find them, and a lot of people, less aware of its insidiousness.

This is where my rant comes from, the wider usage I've been noticing happening among people who are far removed from self proclaimed alpha male influencers. I have seen it used by both men and women, young and old, in casual and professional settings, even by friends and family, and I've seen its usage increase as the popularity of these sexist influencers rise. It's not a coincidence, like a meme it spreads and although in only a small way it still contributes to the erosion of the the already fragile state of women's rights and social treatment.

All of this is perhaps less about the improper usage of the word and more about the further implications behind it. What does it mean if someone who is a kind and reasonable person refers to women as "females"? In my opinion it's a sign we need to be more diligent about the little worms that wriggle into our brains and effect our words, thoughts, and actions. Hopefully this particular instance of subtle bigotry will be ultimately short lived and have little impact, nevertheless, I felt the need to yell about it into the ether.

[wolvedworldwide]

Broken Window Serenade - Whiskey Myers Cover - SoundCloud

Listen to Broken Window Serenade - Whiskey Myers Cover by BMW on #SoundCloud

I remember the first morning taking on the greatest storm i will ever come to face.

I was living in a dream beligerantly smoking cig after cig after cig as each one was sucked down with every full drag trying to suffocate on something other than the true torture of watching every fucking regret, every fucking moment i let the evil world turn me into something that wasnt recognizable because i know she died because in this world we became way too tarnished to experience and appreciate the perfection thats intended for us to share with one another. True love is an understanding that goes beyond the explanation we can fathom in this realm.

You wont understand

You dont understand

I wish you could, because in this agony

As it carries on in a way i never expected it to,

Its a feeling thats difficult to wrap around

.i dont see the same world, the first few months

Being ravaged through by the fact my favorite

voice to hear, not just the sounds she makes but the pain she hid behind her jaw dropping heart stopping alpha dominant feminine energy. The voice that sounds as if it won a gold medal for talking, not just the sound but the things Alyvia would say, you can tell she held close to her heart when tupac said

"I want, when they see me, They know that everyday when I'm breathing is for us to go further. Everytime I speak I want the truth to come out. Everytime I speak I want a shiver. I don't want them to be like they know what I'm gonna say because it's polite. Im not saying I'm gonna rule the world or I'm gonna change the world, but I guarantee you that I will spark the brain that will change the world. And that's our job, It's to spark somebody else watching us. We might not be the one's, but let's not be selfish and because we not gonna change the world let's not talk about how we should change it. I don't know how to change it, but I know if I keep talking about how dirty it is out here, somebody's gonna clean it up."

I just miss the rendevous with the coolest person in the world. No one else was rarely ever invited because we had more than enough with each other. After 2 years of talking to her somehow i stayed stuck in the (ill do whatever it takes to be your friend for as long as i live because youre that amazing to me stage. But anyway i was in NY sitting on the back step of this house the morning after my first blackout night of my life and I've been drinking 8 years.... the first moments of coming to an understanding and nonchalant radical acceptance.

Naw shes just in jail trust me i know her and we have such a full amazing beautiful life ahead of us sharing careers that we sickingly chase with pure grace and passion. I still gotta see her grow beside me as she experiences my growh because we're a great team.

It didnt reoccur to me in those first moments of news all our good memories and just tears no it was more like

"This is what i was fucking warning her about.

deep breath

I was not ready what so ever to hear that news

I was ignorance is blissing it we a

[whataboutsteffanfics]

Trails of fire - Chapter 4

Zendaya Pov

after the long day she had she was so tired she immediately wanted to go to bed and sleep, but there was going to be a big chance she was gonna see Chris and he is the last person she wants to see today.

she pulled up in her driveway and got all of her stuff out of the car. she walked in to the house and heard the tv from the fronts door.

as she walked further she kept praying that it wasn't Chris.

'hey' she heard when she walked into the living room

'shit' she whispered

she turned around and give him a dry look and tried to walk to the stairs as fast as she could but chris stopped her in her tracks by softly pulling on her arm

'what do you want chris im tired' she said without looking at him

'i just wanna talk to you, you have been moody lately loosen up man'

it took her a second to realize what he just said. she turned around and looked at him as if he had just lost his damn mind

'me moody... i know you just didn't say that to me' she said with attitude

'what do you mean, im just stating fact, come sit down so we can talk for a bit'

'yeah no'

she tried walking up the stairs again and got stopped by chris again

'what is your issue' he said with a hard tone

'first of all lower that tone i aint your child, and second you gotta stop asking me what the problem is, now are we done?'

'no im not done, im just trying to figure out why you are so mad all the time, every time I come home you already in a mood and i didn't even do nothin'

she raised her eyebrows and thought about what she was going to say without regretting it

'listen, i just came back from a peaceful day, that is why zink took the kids for the week to give me some peace, and now here you come talkin about my ass being moody, i dont feel like arguing with you. so if you dont mind my moody ass is going to lay down, so that i can take care of MY KIDS in the morning, thank you very much.' she said and walked up the stairs

he followed her upstairs to their bedroom

'what do you mean MY KIDS , why are talking as i dont take care of my kids, you dont make sense' he said

she ignored him and continued to do her thing on her phone

He took the phone out off her hands and threw it on the floor

'are you crazy!' she picked it up and saw a couple of cracks

'i was talkin to you'

'so just because you were talking doesn't mean you should throw my phone you dumbass'

"Ay man stop cursing at me, you gonna answer my question?'

'no, go figure it out, how about that' she said

'you know what you can also do is get the fuck out cause your pissing me off, and isn't this the time you rather go hang out with your friends anyways' she said and pushed him out of the door and locked him out of their bedroom

Chris Pov

'pfff' he huffed as he was standing by their bedroom door

he decided to let this stupid argument be for what it is

he went to each of the children's room and gave them a kiss before he left to go to the studio

when he arrived at the studio, he immediately went to the booth to record.

but he was making mistakes every time he tried to sing his songs

he didn't even notice that his best friend come in who stopped the session

'ayo chris take a break man'

chris took off his headphone and got out of the boot, his producer walked out of the room so that he could give them space to talk

'wassup man you haven't been good these last couple of weeks whats goin on?'

'man...me and the wife haven't been good lately.. im not getting through her'

'what's happening?'

hey starts telling his side of the story

after a long day at work all he wanted to do was go home to be with his wife and the kids

"hey queen" he greeted her with a kiss

"hey babe I gotta show you something in the kitchen" she said with excitement

she took his hand and brought him to the kitchen, he saw a bag with balloons attached to it

"oooh a gift for me" he said like a little kid

"hahaha yass, now open it please"

he took all of the colored paper out of the bag and saw a red box in it, he opening the bag and saw a shirt and another small box in it. he decided to open the box first and saw a pregnancy bag, his eyes went big ad he looked at her, he then took the shirt and read what was on there

"baby..are..you" he couldn't even finish his words

"yass we are having another baby" she said with tears in her eyes

he came up to her and hugged her, he was so happy he couldn't believe that they were having another baby

he pulled up her shirt and started giving her kisses on her stomach.

a couple weeks later

Chris decided that it was good idea to go on a date. they got ready for their date and waited for his mother to come so they could leave.

Chris heard the doorbell ring and went downstairs to open the door

"hey hun" his mother hugged him

"hey mom"

his mom went to hug they kids as Chris waited for Zendaya to come down so they could leave. after a couple of minutes she came down stairs

'ooh you look hot' he took her hand and spins her around

'thank you' she said and blushed

she greeted her mother in law and they left

they was enjoying themselves at the restaurant, they talked about everything. they talked about the baby, new projects, the kids ext.

when they arrived home Daya started to feel cramps, but this one was different it was something she hasn't felt before. as the time went by they became heavier, she told Chris and they asked his mother if she could stay longer and would tell her everything later

he carried her to the car and drove her to the ER

they went inside and helped her, he waited and prayed that everything was okay. after waiting for 1 hour the nurse took him to her room so that he could see her.

he went over to her and gave her a hug and at next to her on the bed

the doctor came to her room so he could talk to them

"is the baby okay" they both asked

"so we have done some test and we have done an ultrasound to check everything and unfortunately the baby didn't make it im sorry" the doctor said

when he heard these words, he felt like his world was ending. he couldn't handle the pain he felt. he felt like somebody took something away from him and thats when everything went wrong

Chris started to work more to get rid of the hurt from that event, and she talked less. they never talked about that moment because of how painful it was. they started to see each other less, they was always fighting and haven't had a normal conversation since..

'wow man thats a lot, yall gotta talk fr fr cause this is not good, and not only for the 2 of you but also for the kids man'

'i know, but i dont even know if i can go back to the house man she send me out' he said and took a sip of his water

'you can always stay at my house, that ain't no problem'

'thank you man.. i feel like going out, you in?'

'yh but you better dont do things you will regret, cause my ass aint finna be responsible' he said and they left

they were havin fun, well chris was having more fun as he was a little drunk

they were just chilling in their section when a girl tried talking to chris, he kept ignoring her.

he stood up to leave, cause she was starting to piss him off.

he walked to his car and she followed him

'what do you want man' he said irritated

'just give me your number and a kiss and i will leave' she said seductively

'hell no im good' and tried to get in his car

just when she saw a paparazzi she took her chance and took his face and kissed him

he didint kiss her back and pushed her away

'why would you do that man, whats you issues!' he said angrily

he got in his car and drove off

'shit!' he huffed

he drove to his friends house and thought about what he was going to explain to his wife....

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan becomes obsessed with his mistress.]

Smut

Negan and Malia

Negan lay beside you smoking his cigarette as you lay on his chest. The two of you had just finished having wild sex as you usually did. You loved when he came over but you always hated when he had to leave.

"When are you going to bring me to your house?"

"Malia. We've already had this conversation before." He took another hit of the cigarette before putting it out.

"I know but theres always some kind of excuse. We either come to my house or a hotel and we've been dating for six months." Negan sighed as he rubbed your back before you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Any other man would've-"

"Dont fucking tell me what any other man would do with you cause you're not with any other damn man. You're with me."

Negan turned very serious, he hated even the mention of you being with someone else.

"Let me start going." He stood up leaving you naked in bed under the covers. You sighed as he went to the bathroom before hearing his phone buzz. Usually you wouldnt allow yourself to look at it but things had been too weird. Looking back up at the bathroom door you reached for his phone and found it to be unlocked. There was a text message from a woman named Lucille.

"Meet me at the hospital for my appointment, I'll be there till 4. I love you." You whispered the text message to yourself feeling your heart sink. Scrolling back to old messages you realized they lived together, Negan had a girlfriend? Anger started to rise in you as you went further and further each message telling you more before realizing, Negan didnt have a girlfriend...he was married.

The sound of the toilet flushing made you quickly look up and place the phone back where it was. You knew he had been lying about something but you had no idea it was to this extent. Standing up from the bed you began to get dressed as he came out of the bathroom fully dressed himself.

"And where the hell are you going?" He asked as he looked at you strangely.

"Where are you going?" You asked with a raised brow.

"I told you. I had some errands to run." He looked you dead in the eye with lies.

"With Lucille?" You placed your hand on your hip, you could tell by his expression you caught him off guard. Without saying a word he looked back at his phone then back to you.

"Yeah, I saw your stupid messages. Your wife is waiting for you at the hospital." You emphasized on the word wife, he could see you were angry, you were fuming.

"Sweetheart," he smirked.

"Dont sweetheart me, you lying piece of shit. You're married, you're fucking married."

"Listen Malia, it's been complicated." Negan spoke back with a tone you didnt like.

"Complicated? You had me as a damn mistress-"

"You're not a mistress." He raised his voice cutting you off.

"I think you need to go."

"We'll talk about this when I get back."

"I dont want you coming back." You shot back with a straight face.

"Well that's too damn bad, I said we'll talk about it when I get back." Negan walked past you leaving you in shock. You couldnt believe this man had the nerve to act this way. All this time he had someone else, all this time hes lived with another woman, you felt more rage than anything.

That night you wanted nothing but to go out for a drink, to hell with Negan. You put on a tight black dress and got yourself ready to go out and have fun at the local bar in town. Negan had been blowing up your phone but you didnt care. The second you texted him telling him that you wanted this relationship to be over, he flipped. Sitting down at the bar you already had a handsome man approach you and offer you a drink. The two of you hit it off laughing together as you continued to feel your phone buzz. The man sitting with you went to use the restroom as you sat smiling to yourself feeling good. In your own world, you hadn't noticed Negan enter the bar. Angrily he searched the place for you before spotting you sitting by yourself in a corner.

"You wanna answer your fucking messages?" You gasped to find Negan beside you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I can say the same for you, sweetheart." He knew exactly where to find you as this was the same place the two of you had met.

"Negan, I told you we are done." Your response making him chuckle.

"I beg to differ, Malia." Just as you were about to respond the man you were flirting with all night sat beside you.

"Everything alright?" He asked making Negan give him a threatening glare.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Negan, stop it." You got nervous as the other man stood up defensively.

"I'm buying a drink for this fine woman, you got a problem?"

"This fine ass woman is my woman, so yeah I have a fucking problem. Let's go, Malia." Negan pulled out your chair and grabbed your arm.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You tried pulling your arm back but he wouldnt let go.

"Listen man she doesnt have to go with you if she doesnt want to."

"Hey asshole, I suggest you mind your fucking business." Negan practically pulled you off the chair and dragged you out the bar.

"Let go of me!" You screamed in the parking lot making him finally release you.

"Get in the fucking car, we're going home."

"I'm not going home, I dont wanna talk to you." You crossed your arms turning away from him.

"Sweetheart, I'm giving you one more chance. Get in the car."

"No." You responded flatly making him sigh before he suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Stop it! Put me down!" You kicked but he held onto you tightly and sat you in the passenger seat of his truck.

"I gave you a chance to come here on your own didnt I?"

"You're crazy!" You screamed as you adjusted yourself on the seat eventually giving up.

"Oh I know." Negan climbed into the driver's seat and started the car before driving off. Angrily you remained silent looking out the window as you pulled down your dress. Negan looked over at you and licked his lips before looking back at the road.

"You look sexy." You didnt say a word to him as you remained looking away from him.

"Come on, baby. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" You took a deep breath clearly annoyed by him just wanting to get home. Finally he drove into your drive way and quickly you got out as he followed.

"Woah woah woah, I dont get a goodnight kiss?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"I cant believe you. Negan just go home, me and you are over."

"No we are not." He answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Malia, I love you."

"Unbelievable.." you muttered to yourself as he stepped closer.

"You think I dont love you? I left my damn wife at home to come find you because you didnt want to answer my damn messages." He raised his voice staring down at you.

"Oh, how romantic of you." You responded sarcastically before turning away from him and unlocking your door. Negan followed you inside as you shook off your high heels and threw your purse on the couch.

"You need to go."

"Im not leaving until we talk." You sighed in frustration before you turned to him.

"Fine, you wanna talk? Do you have any idea how many men I can have right now-"

"You be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." Negan cut you off slowly walking towards you.

"Oh please, I need to be careful with what I say? I was so close to getting fucked tonight by-"

"Hey!" He roared loudly making you jump. You swallowed nervously as he took another step closer looking down at you.

"No ones fucking you but me." A mixture of anger and arousal at his words made you look away.

"So.." you cleared your throat speaking calmly.

"You get to screw all the women you want and I have to be just for you?"

"Who said I was screwing anyone else?" He asked in a low voice.

"Negan, you're married." You stared up af him in disbelief.

"Yeah well, things are complicated, baby."

You turned away from him not wanting to hear anything else when your phone began to ring.

"Who the fuck is calling you at this time?"

You looked down at your phone noticing the name of the man you had just been talking to at the bar.

"You've gotta be kidding me, dont tell me you gave that asshole your number?"

"Yes, Negan I did. So what? Look, I think you should go. I just want to get in bed."

"I wanna get in bed with you."

"No. I want to be alone."

Negan moved closer to you slowly placing his hands on your hips.

"Come on, baby. You're really gonna stay pissed at me?"

"Are you joking?" You looked up at him feeling annoyed before he unexpectedly aggressively pulled you against him making your body slam against his.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" How can you not be mad at him, was he insane?

"Just go okay? We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Negan agreed as his hands slowly fell from your hips.

Negan finally gave in, slamming the door loudly as he left for the night. Truth be told you didnt want to talk him or see him again. Who did he think you were, thinking youd be ok to be with a married man?

The next day at work you sat in your cubicle going over paperwork when one of your coworkers let you know your boyfriend was there.

"What?" You asked in shock and confusion when Negan appeared with a grin.

"Hey baby, I wanted to take you out for your lunch." You couldnt believe he had the nerve to show up and casually act like nothing had happened.

"Negan, I cant today. I have alot of work to catch up on." As you spoke, a male colleague of yours caught Negans eye, he noticed the man staring at your ass as he walked towards you from behind.

"Who's this asshole?" Negan asked you low making you turn to see your coworker, Peter approaching you.

"Peter, hi." You smiled, the sound of your voice excitedly saying another mans name made him look at you with deep furrowed brows.

"Good afternoon, gorgeous." The man reached in for a platonic kiss on the cheek with his hand on your waist making Negan tense up.

"Woah woah woah prick, keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Negan." You turned to him bulging your eyes out.

"This is my boss." You spoke nervously as Negan chuckled.

"Oh wait, you're the boss that gave her that promotion a month back arent you? What you thought if you gave her a promotion youd get to tap that ass?"

"Negan! Peter...I'm so sorry-"

"Dont fucking be sorry for me, you dont see the way this asshole looks at you?" Negan responded angrily.

"Alright, Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere without my woman." Peter gave you a warning glare making you sigh.

Pulling Negan outside you shoved his shoulder back angrily.

"Enough is enough, this is done Negan. I cant be with you anymore."

"Malia-"

"No I dont want to hear what you have to say. This has gone too far."

"Malia, God dammit.. you belong to me." His lip quivered as he spoke with intensity, the thought of Peter or any other man coming close to you made him enraged.

"Negan, I mean it I'm done. Do not come in here again because if you do, Peter will call security. Just stop, go home to your wife." And with that you walked away from him leaving him pissed. Negan wasnt ready to leave you, he couldnt help the feelings that he had for you. Whether you wanted to believe it or not Negan felt he truly loved you.

You felt no matter what you said to Negan he always found a way to go against it. He was a stubborn and persistent man. He had a temper towards any man that came close to you, he didnt trust it. Although you had feelings for him you didnt want to be apart of the mess any longer. You felt sorry for his wife, you felt betrayed, you were still angry.

The next day you woke up to the sound of chaos outside your house. There was screaming, sirens, you even thought you heard a few gunshots. Looking out the window you saw people screaming and running, there was blood everywhere. You gasped when you saw one man bite another.

"What the hell's going on?" You whispered to yourself before running to the tv and noticing all channels had no signal.

"Shit." You muttered before turning to your phone and noticing seven missed calls from Negan and a lost signal. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you knew that although you had feelings for Negan, this was your chance to break free from his possessiveness. This was your chance to get away.

Two years down the road many things had changed around you. The world changed as you knew it, you lost touch of everyone you knew and began staying with a small group. These things that came out attacking people, these walkers...they were like nothing the world had faced before. The group you were with was talking about another group they ran into, they called themselves "the saviors". They were the new threat you were all facing and they found where you all resided. One of the men said they were coming today, they had some sort of offer but your friend didnt sound convinced that it was a good one.

"Shit, I see their cars coming." Your friend Lenny muttered as he over looked the road.

"Everyone take your places!" You stood behind one of houses in the road with your hand gun and waited for the cars to pull up. The men slowly started to come out seeming to be waiting for one last man to come out. Taking a deep breath you squinted your eyes aiming your gun when a man you had not seen in two years came into view.

It was Negan.

Your lips parted in shock as you slowly bought your gun down. He came out of the car with an arrogant look. You couldnt believe it was actually him, he was the leader of the Saviors?

"Fuck.." you whispered to yourself looking around, you couldnt let him see you. You didnt want him to see you. Without alerting your group you turned running inside one of the houses, Negan instantly catching the quick movement.

"Woah, who was that?"

"Who?" Lenny looked behind him knowing you were the only one there. Negan didnt say a word signaling for one of his men, Simon to take over of watch for him. Negan made his way to the house slowly opening the door, you heard him enter from where you were upstairs and cursed to yourself.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He taunted you with sarcastic playfulness. Quietly you hid in one of the bedrooms hiding yourself in the closet. Negan wasnt a stupid man and you knew this, you began to hear him slowly make his way up the stairs.

"Come on lady, you're only making this harder for yourself." He yelled out before you heard him enter the very room you were in. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him look around the room. Your finger on the trigger as he carefully observed his surroundings, he right away noticed the closet door cracked.

"Oh you're just making this too damn easy for me." You took a deep breath as he moved towards the closet, the floors squeaking loudly before he opened the door. Negan was stunned at the sight of you, his brows were deeply knitted together before a smirk slowly appeared.

"Well shit, look who it is."

Slowly you lifted up the gun aiming it directly at him, finger on the trigger.

"That's cute."

"Back up." You spoke in a stern voice. Negan did as you asked as you slowly stepped out of the closet showing your full self. His eyes excitedly checking you out from head to toe. Your shoulder length hair had grown down to the middle of your back, the color also lighter than what he remembered.

"You look good, Malia."

"What the hell are your people doing to my group?"

"Your group huh? Did your group tell you how they got caught stealing from mine?"

"Stealing?" You asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart. Stealing, now how about you put that gun down and we can have a normal conversation." You didnt say a word nor move a muscle as he looked straight at you.

"Come on, have I ever fucking hurt you?"

"Funny you ask." You responded sarcastically remembering when you found out he was cheating with you.

"Baby girl, that was a long time ago now." You stayed silent staring at him for a moment before slowly putting the gun down.

"Good girl." He responded with an excited tone as you glared at him.

"You should take your people and leave," you responded bluntly making him frown.

"And leave my pretty little flower after I've just found her? I think the fuck not."

"Malia! You okay in there?" You heard Lenny yell from outside.

"Yes, I'm fine Lenny." You screamed back out the window before turning back to Negan.

"Lenny huh?" He licked his bottom lip as he stepped closer to you.

"Is he fucking you?"

"Dont start," you placed your hand your hip making him look down at your body and grin.

"God I always loved when you did that cute little pose." You crossed your arms clearly annoyed by him.

"Wheres your wife anyway, shouldn't you be off with her?" You noticed the look in his eyes change and just by the look you could tell what had happened.

"I'm sorry." A piece of you actually felt sorry for him.

"Well....I'm gonna go-" you went to walk past him before he gently grabbed your arm.

"Come on, dont leave me now." He looked over at you as you looked at the ground with a sigh.

"What are you gonna run off to that prick Lenny?"

"God dammit, Negan. You're still the same way." Negan chuckled before turning you fully towards him.

"What the hell makes you think I'd be any different?" His expression turning into a straight face.

"You dont think I've spent days wondering what the fuck happened to you? Wondering if you were still alive? You think now that I've found you I'll let any man take you from me?" You looked up at him speechlessly. His territorial ways were far from gone but a part of you did actually miss him. You shook your head looking away making him get closer to you.

"Tell me you didnt fucking miss me." Negan spoke aggresivly getting closer to you as you stepped back.

"Go ahead, say it so I can see the bullshit in your eyes."

"Stop it!"

"Or what!" He yelled back before realizing you wanted him to stop because you were getting aroused. He could tell by the way you were breathing, the way you couldnt look him in the eyes. Negan knew you all too well, the thought made him smirk.

"Am I making you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?"

"The hell makes you think that?" You responded defensively knowing he wasnt wrong.

"I dont know, you've got that look in your eye." Negans eyes lit up as he began to remember things that happened between the two of you.

"What look?"

"The look you'd always get everytime I teased you. You remember those days dont you?" Negan leaned in with his lips close to your ear.

"When I used to kiss every part of you and tell you how you were mine and only fucking mine." You heard him smile against you as you continued to listen to him. Truth be told, he was turning you on as much as you tried to fight it.

"You still are mine, you know that dont you?" You felt his hand slowly slide up your thigh as he began to kiss your neck making your eyes clothes. This is actually what you were trying to avoid, you knew his touch could make you weak. He knew what you liked and he took advantage of it. He slid his tongue around your neck making you moan softly against him.

"Negan....everyone's..downstairs-"

"Fuck them." He whispered roughly before he threw everything off the vanity beside you and turned you around, bending you over it. You squealed with excitement as he lowered your pants and his. He couldnt wait to feel you, he didnt even bother getting fully undressed. Not wasting anytime Negan thrusted himself into you making you scream.

"Oh yeah.." he groaned, you were already wet for him. He grabbed your waist hard as he slammed into you with full force. The vanity slamming against the wall loudly with each thrust, you melted by the feel of him.

"Look up," he ordered you aggresivly pulling you by your hair and holding your arms behind you. He made you look into the mirror in front of you. The pain was satisfying, Negans expression as he fucked you only turned you on more.

"You see that?" He panted against your ear.

"You're mine, only I can fuck you like this." Your lips parted but no sound came out as he moved faster.

"You hear me?!" He tugged at your hair hard making you scream.

"Yes!" You cried out as he bit down on his bottom lip hard before suddenly pulling out.

"Turn around-" he panted making you get on your knees as you quickly opened your mouth and he quickly came on your tongue. You took his cock in your mouth whole making him weak in the knees, sucking him dry.

"Fuck.." he whispered as you pulled away and swallowed every drop, wiping the corner of your lips. Negan was drenched in sweater under his leather jacket, you could see a sweat stain on his chest through his white shirt.

"God damn, Malia."

You smiled licking your lips as you fixed your clothes. Negan wiped his sweat off his face cleared his throat as he fixed his belt.

"Now what?" You whispered as he looked at you with a satisfying smile. Negan walked towards you and slowly caressed the side of your face as he looked at your lips.

"Now you come with me, baby and we finish where we left off." Negan leaned in and kissed you passionately, your stomach began to flutter. You hated that this man got to you like this but you couldnt help yourself. You had never stopped loving Negan and you wanted him all along.

[shugokairifatewin]

I need to rant about Code Lyoko.

I watched this show as a kid, a little ten year old if recall correctly, and I was OBSESSED with it. I loved the characters, I loved the music, I loved the story and the concept and it really shaped my life in a lot of ways but I never got to finish it as a kid.

Fast-forward fifteen years and here we are, Netflix comes out of left field with my favorite childhood TV show and I'm stoked - LIKE I'M REALLY STOKED, this is what I've been waiting for, this is it! I can finally see what happens after all the sectors are deleted (I had watched on and off up until about Season 3 and I had seen some of season 4 with William being possessed / on Lyoko - what's that saying about kinks coming from your favorite Villains?)

Anyway, putting my favorite Good-Character-Possessed-Against-Their-Will-And-Forced-To-Fight-For-Evil Trope 👀

So I rewatch the whole thing, I want to refresh everything and enjoy the experience and relive my childhood. And I'm chugging through season 4, eating UP That William Angst, gotta save William, gonna save William, William isn't himself, he doesn't mean to hurt us - LIVING FOR IT - and then I start to get a little nervous because I finish episode 26 and I'm like alright we have 3 episodes don't be playing with me Code Lyoko I need some William Redemption in here, that's what I live for after this angst fest, we love angst with a happy ending-

Except that's not what we get at ALL. We get the Lyoko Warriors - whom I love very dearly, each and every one of them with my soul and heart - celebrating for like 10 seconds - MAYBE and then we see these little shits BLOWING WILLIAM OFF IN THE NEXT EPISODE LIKE HES STILL HALF-POSSESSED, LIKE XANA ABOUT TO COME IN AND STRANGLE AELITA - and don't get me wrong because I get it, it's all about paranoia, think about the lasting effects Xana has probably already given these poor kiddos and now we're going to add the fact that William was literally forged into a Xana Warrior to further tip the scales in Xana's favor - I've considered that it wouldn't be easy for them to just pretend like that didn't happen - but to completely drop him? To literally just refuse to let him be a part of the gang? First of all, not even looking at how morally FUCKED that decision is, but Bro he knows your secret, he remembers when you Return to the Past, you guys fucking decided to bring him into your group, you can't just undecide that he's in it. He could really mess y'all up - BUT HE DOESN'T HE INSTEAD HELPS YOU GUYS WHEN YOU NEED HIM EVEN THOUGH Y'ALL TREATING HIM LIKE A TRASH CAN AND THEN WHEN YOU FUCKS REFUSE TO LET HIM GO TO LYOKO TO REDEEM HIMSELF AND GET A LITTLE ANGER AT XANA FOR OH I DONT KNOW RUINING HIS FUCKING LIFE - HE 👏 GETS 👏 POSSESSED 👏 AGAIN 👏 WHICH WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU GUYS HAD LET HIM COME WITH YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE INSTEAD OF DISTRUSTING AND ASSUMING

Can you even fathom the amount of PTSD, the amount of guilt that William has? Let's just pretend for a second that it isn't all sunflowers and rainbows because it's a kid show and William's memory of his time possessed by Xana isn't magically blank, let's talk realistically here for a second. William would be so fucking wrecked afterwards, he literally would feel so guilty, he'd have some crazy bad anxiety. And to top it the fuck off, all his friends are literally estranging him. my heart literally WEEPS for William. THEY DIDNT EVEN INVITE HIM TO THE SUPER COMPUTER SHUT DOWN PARTY. WHAT THE ACTUAL-

I'm going to watch Code Lyoko Evolution ONLY SO THAT I CAN SEE IF THEY REDEEM THIS ENDING BECAUSE WILLIAM FUCKING DESERVED MORE! The last three episodes of Code Lyoko could've been a whole season on its own. Could've spent a whole season getting William back into the group, helping him mo e past his anxiety and his guilt, could've had him redeem himself on Lyoko and let the group rely on him, let him come through for them so that everything's RIGHT IN THE END. Convince me otherwise.

[quothethemenevermore]

And here's a fic I wrote based on more ideas

Warning: contains fear play and mentions/character thinking they will die (they will not, vore here is completely safe)

Okay, he knew that Bubby said it was going to be fucked up, but he wasn't exactly expecting this. He was supposed to go to the past, wasn't he? If that was the case, this couldn't possibly be right.

He did wind up back in the lobby of Black Mesa, completely put together just like before the cascade, but there was nobody there. No guard at the computer, no scientists running around preparing for the test, nobody. It was eerily quiet, and empty. It left a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He really shouldn't be delaying, he had a passport to destroy. "Right, passport… where did I leave that? ...The locker room." Right, the locker room. He needed to get back there. Should be easy, with nobody here.

Especially no security guards bugging him about passports. He tried not to think about Benrey, how they were actively trying to kill everyone, how they had almost lost the fight against them. And now, the possibility they could be waiting for a chance to strike.

"Benrey can't be here, he's back in the.. homeworld." He tried to reassure himself as he continued down the hall. He could only hope that the science team could hold their own with them, though he wasn't too concerned. He had a feeling they'd be fine, he needed to focus on his part. The halls were still empty, still quiet, and he almost let his shoulders drop.

Until Benrey's head popped up through the floor, right in front of him, and he jumped a foot in the air. "Yo!"

"Oh, hey man!" He took a few steps back, trying to create some distance between the two. His breathing picked up as the two stared at each other. "What are you doing?" "Nothing! Just, headed to the test chamber! Got a big test today-" "oh, cool." There was a rattling noise, one he swore came from the alien themselves, and a shiver went down his spine. "Yo, wanna head back to my place and play some video games?"

He really didn't want to, but he also didn't want to piss this eldritch being off while being the only other person here with them. Passport, right. Gotta get to that passport.

"Maybe, after the shift, you know, got a big test.. in the chamber-"

A malicious look overtook the alien's features, and his heart dropped even further. "Yo, you wanna die? Haha."

His nerves got the better of him, breaking into a fit of panicked laughter. With no other way but forward, he chanced racing past their head and down the hall, almost breaking the door's button with how hard he pressed it. His heart was running a marathon in both his chest and his ears, making it almost impossible to hear Benrey behind him. Not that it mattered, because they just kept popping up around him no matter what he did. He tried to round corners and hide off the path, but nothing seemed to deter them, following and toying with him.

He tried shooting at them again, knowing that it wouldn't do much, but he had to do something to throw them off, he had to get to that locker room! He had long since lost track of low long he spent weaving through the halls of the facility, one he swore he was more familiar with. A trickle of doubt seeped into his frantic thoughts.

Was he even going the right way anymore? Did Benrey manage to turn him around? He rounded a corner, almost smacking into the wall, and-

The locker room door! It was at the end of the hall, he just had to make it there. He didn't bother hyping himself up this time, breaking into a dead sprint, one that was only possible due to the adrenaline flooding his system. He was sure he cleared the hallway in record time, skidding to a stop to avoid slamming into the wall. But it was as he was skidding that he realized: in his rush, he forgot one very important detail about his enemy.

~

Oh, it was almost too easy to scare Gordon here. Unlike in Xen, their body couldn't fit through the tiny halls of Black Mesa. However, with only their head visible through the hall, the human seemed that much more scared. It definitely wouldn't have had the same effect if they had shrunk down. Hell, it seemed that he was mostly scaring himself, all they had to do was follow him. Still, they kept taunting the human, relishing in the fear radiating off of him as he ran away. The game of chase continued for a while as Gordon tried to find his way around and away from them.

Up until the two actually made it to the hall before the locker room, and Benrey remembered why they followed Gordon here.

If he got that passport, they'd be vulnerable to the attacks. They wanted to shrug it off, assume they'd be fine, but.. there was a lingering feeling of dread that maybe, just maybe, without the passports they could be killed for good.

It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about, and it only got worse when they remembered a conversation they had with Tommy before the team went to Xen, about the human he was currently scaring. Making sure they knew that a lot of Gordon's anger was an outlet for his fear, him being scared that he was going to die, because he couldn't come back. They were sure they'd be upset in that situation too.

Suddenly, frightening him didn't feel like such a good plan.

Maybe they should talk things out, like they told Tommy they'd try to do. There was no guarantee Gordon would even listen, or care, but they could try. They'd like to make things right, too. Wanted to try and be friends with him again if he'd let them. But in order to do any of that, they couldn't let him through that door. That was their only option. Coming up with a plan, they clipped out of the building, back into the void, and focused on the human's frantic footfalls down the hall. Right when he started to slow down, they raised their hand directly into his path, blocking the door.

~

A giant hand clipped through the floor, just in time for Gordon to slide right into it, so out of breath he couldn't even scream. It curled around him as more of the eldritch being rose from the floor, their head now visible too. For a moment, they simply watched him as he tried to get his breath back, gold eyes glowing against the shadow on their face. Their pupils dilated the longer their staredown continued.

"Looks like I caught you." There was a smug note to their words, and Gordon's adrenaline was already so high his reaction was a shrill squeak of laughter. "Yea, now are you gonna let me go? Gotta finish the shift, remember?" His words shook with the fear of his unknown future, which only grew worse at the lip smack in response.

"No, man. Wanna hang out, don't gotta finish the shift to do that." "But there's an important test today! I have to go-" their expression was bored, but their eyes narrowed as the human continued. "Dont gotta do the test, could just hang out here." With that, Gordon finally cut the act. No matter how much he tried to sweet talk Benrey into letting him go, it was obvious that it wasn't gonna happen.

"I don't want to hang out with you, man! You're trying to trick me! You tried to kill me and the science team! You caused this!" He waved his minigun arm at them, ignoring the sparks of pain that shot up his arm from doing so. Their eyes focused intently on the waving gun, very similar to a.. predator tracking its prey. Gordon couldn't help but tremble harder.

"Why not, bro? Can't we just chill here, hug and shit?"

It would probably be uncomfortable for the human to hug with that hev suit on, so they should probably get him out of it. That was another thing he'd been complaining about, right? Maybe he'd appreciate it. They could phase him through it through an opening, but there's only two of those on the suit currently, and they knew Gordon would panic worse if they tried to use his head.

Too quickly for the human to comprehend, Benrey's other hand came up, pinching the minigun between his thumb and index finger.

"Benrey, what the fuck are you doing?" He attempted to shoot the gun, but the barrel was pressed tightly between the two trunk-like fingers, effectively squashing any bullet he could fire. "Gonna do something.." they mumbled, tugging very gently on the gun. His heart stopped for a moment. "C'mon, man, once wasn't enough!? You have to take the gun too!?" He all but wailed, unable to keep what little calm he had. He slipped into a full-blown panic, barely taking any breath in but not daring to move lest he managed to assist his second amputation. He tried not to focus too much on their eyes, laser focused on his arm.

He got more mumbling in response, another tug. Their eyes lit up, and Gordon tensed, trying to brace himself for the inevitable pain again-

And another tug pulled him forwards, feeling significantly lighter than before. A large crash sounded behind him and- yep. That was his fucking H.E.V suit, or at least the armor for it.

Benrey just stripped him of the only protection he had. With that done, the minigun was released, their other hand moving to cup him in their palm instead of simply holding him in a fist. "There. Don't have to deal with the hev suit in the way."

His mind was racing too much to focus on the fact that they said 'hev suit' and not h.e.v. suit.

"For what? Benrey, what the fuck are you going to do to me?"

"Told you, man. We're just gonna vibe here for a bit. Calm down."

"I don't want to calm down, I want to go home!" He squirmed in their hand, which quickly closed around him again.

"Bro, stop moving. Gonna have to restrain you." "You might as well if you think for a goddamn second I'm going to just lay here and let you-" their eyes had narrowed further, pupils nothing but slits, and a frown stretched across their face.

Oh, no.

~

...Yea, there was no way they could talk to him with all the squirming and panicking he was doing. They couldn't risk keeping him in their hands- if he slipped out of them, they weren't sure they could catch him again before he got that passport. They couldn't really see into the locker room as well as they wished they could, making it hard to clip into said room, so once Gordon got in that room that would be it.

But how else could they restrain him?

They could always shapeshift a pouch to put him in temporarily, it wouldn't take too much work and he wouldn't be able to escape. They risked freaking the human out more, but there wasn't much worse they could do with how scared he already was, right?

Internally, they focused on making a small pouch. Access to air, no acids.. after a brief moment of thought, they also gave it the ability to make sweet voice, knowing they'd likely have to calm him down.

Externally, they had been silent for a few moments, eyes going unfocused. The longer it went on, the more scared Gordon got. Finally, they spoke up, their eyes focusing on him again.

~

"That sucks, gonna have to put you in the chill-out room, then."

"Chill out room? What the fuck are you talking-" they interrupted him by taking his minigun into their thumb and index again, bringing it close to their face and singing a low note. "What are you doing!?" There wasn't any sweet voice that could actively bring harm, was there?

~

Right, mini gun arm. Can't have Gordon blowing a bunch of holes in them before they could calm him down. They'd need to jam it, somehow. Delicately, they pinched the gun again, trying to ignore how he tensed at the motion. Making some sticky sweet voice, they covered the gun in it, blocking the barrel and coating it well up to his upper arm. They had to make sure it would stay stuck long enough to calm him down.

~

Reddish-purple orbs surrounded the gun with a grape-like smell, at first confusing and frightening him further. Upon seeing how sticky they were however, Gordon's eyes widened when he realized what they were doing. Taking away his only other way of defense. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn't just watch it and do nothing! He tried pushing one of the fingers away from the gun, only succeeding in getting the jam sweet voice on his hand. After what felt like an agonizingly long time to Gordon, the gun was released, sticky and useless. He clutched it close to his chest, uncaring about the sweet voice sticking to his bodysuit. "Calm down, just getting you ready for the chill-out room." Gordon narrowed his eyes to the best of his ability, summoning all the anger and bravery he could. "What. Is. A. Chill-out room? Where are you taking me?" He got a smirk as a response. Then their mouth was opening wide in front of him, sharp teeth and dark blue flesh on display.

And it didn't take long before he was pushed closer to that bear trap maw. All the anger from before vanished, and all he felt was fear.

"Wait!" He flailed around, but it didn't stop his captor's plan, and he quickly found himself face first on their tongue, teeth snapping shut behind him.

The first thing he was aware of was how warm it was, which he tried to ignore how nice it felt after dealing with the cold metal of that suit for a week on end. Touch seemed to be his only sense that would be useful here, anyway. There was too much noise around him, breathing and squelching as their tongue moved under him, his own heart still racing in his ears, his eyes rendered useless by the dark.

Their tongue moved up, swiping across his face and knocking his glasses off. Not that they were of any use currently, but he needed them! Blind and panicked, he squirmed around, trying to find them before-

He was pressed up against something hard, the roof of their mouth, if he had to guess. And quickly after, a 'glrk' interrupted the organic white noise around him. He was released afterwards, and he scrambled to try and find the frames, only to realize…

That fucker just swallowed his glasses.

Shit.

There really was no coming back from this point, was there? The only other pair he owned was at home, and unless he somehow managed to kill Benrey blind, he wouldn't get to them. He could get to this pair, but that meant..

Well, Benrey's goal, as it seemed.

Was this really how things were going to go? They came this far, and this was how it was going to end? And on top of that, they weren't even going to be merciful and kill him before they swallowed him?

He bit his tongue, hard, willing the tears that stung his eyes to go away. If this was really how he was going to go, he would face it with what little dignity he had left. And speaking of that..

He lashed out at everything he could, kicking and punching. He doubted it would do much, especially with his gun jammed, but at least it should hurt a little. If he was going down, he was gonna be as inconvenient as possible.

He got a little sense of pride when he was lurched back up, pressed tighter than before to stop his assault. That pride bled back into panic as he heard a high note rumble around him, and he picked up on their plan instantly, squirming against his temporary prison.

"Don't you dare! At least let me have a fighting chance, dammit!" It was almost impossible to keep the warble out of his voice, but he had a feeling he wasn't heard, or was simply ignored regardless. Sure enough, a blue glow filled the space, and as the smell of blue raspberry overpowered his senses, his body went limp.

There was a small, satisfied hum as the note ended, and it took a lot more willpower than before to not cry.

So this really was it? Not even trying to fight back got him anywhere, this was really how it was going to end. He wouldn't get to see the science team again, or Joshua, he'd never get to go home. And it only hurt that much worse that he had kind of hoped that they could get past this. He knew the two of them hadn't really gotten along, but he had thought they were- well, not friends, but he didn’t completely hate the guy and he thought the other felt the same up to the betrayal. Of course the next step to literally amputating him would be to flat out murder him.

His shoulders shook, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself sob.

It seemed that Benrey was growing impatient, as after that he wasn't toyed with any longer. He was released from the tight fit, sliding the opposite way that he wanted to. He couldn't even fight as he felt himself be swallowed, closing his eyes.

It was such a tight fit that he couldn't move if he wanted to. If he had the energy to. The bigger concern to him was being unable to draw in breath. All he could do was wait, hear their breathing get louder around him and their heart beat start from below him, moving to be above him. Or rather, him moving to be below it, the muscles around him relentlessly pushing him further. His lungs started to burn, and he wondered if maybe he could suffocate and still get a merciful end.

Luck was not on his side, as seemed to be a common thread for that day, and he was forced through a tight ring of muscle, finding the ability to draw breath again.

When he landed, he didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see what was going to be his demise. But seeing as the only other sight he had were those sharp fangs…

He reluctantly opened them.

It was definitely what he imagined a stomach to look like,- what he could see through his blurred vision, that is- dark and slick and warm. The only difference was the blue glow to the muscles around him and the sharply sweet smell.

Like blue raspberries.

Is this where they make their sweet voice?

There didn't seem to be any active at the moment, but he was still affected by the sweet voice from earlier, a fog over his mind and body sluggish. He almost didn't have it in him to panic anymore, not just from the sweet voice but also from resignation.

He didn't have any chance of making it out of this, there was no way he could fight back now, so he might as well accept it. It was with those thoughts that his eyes stung, and he didn't try to hold the tears back anymore.

His shoulders shook as he cried, trying to keep quiet. He didn't know if Benrey could even hear him in here, but he really did not want to talk to them anymore either way.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even get that small mercy.

"You good, bro?"

"Why the fuck would I be good right now? You know what, I don't care. I don't even want to hear you right now, just leave me alone." "No, man. Can't hang out if we don't talk." "I don't want to talk to you! Just let me die in peace." "What?" Of course, Benrey would go right back to their old ways. His hysterical brain must have imagined the concern he thought he heard, with the alien acting like they aren't in the process of murdering him. God, he could almost imagine the head tilt that the alien was doing, and it only infuriated him more. At this point, he might just wind up dying to his blood pressure. "You ate me, Benrey. That's going to kill me." "'M not gonna kill you, man." "Then why the fuck did you eat me!?"

"Needed to chill out. Couldn't let you in that room." "Why? Because my passport's in there? Because it would have been what I needed to finally kill you?"

"Why do you wanna kill me so bad, kinda hurts, man." "Because you're trying to kill me!" He slammed the minigun against the wall he sat against. "You're not gonna die. Just need you to calm down for a minute, so we can talk."

"It's kind of hard to have a conversation when your time is limited." He snipped back, folding his arms over his chest. "Don't you think if I was gonna kill you you'd be gone by now?"

"Unless you're purposely stalling your system. I wouldn't doubt that as an ability." "Maybe you're not even in a stomach at all. Ever consider that?"

No, he hadn't. He was too busy panicking.

And he said as such with another hit to the wall closest to him. "Why would you even do this if you aren't planning on killing me?"

It was quiet for a moment, and he took the chance to try and steady his breathing.

~

They hadn't considered the fact that he was going to be this scared. Before, they wanted to scare him, yea, but not like this. He was still angry, of course, but he hadn't stopped quivering since they had grabbed him. They could hear the defeat, the tears in his voice.

This wasn't the reaction they had wanted, not anymore. Now, they just wanted to talk to him, try to talk things through. They wanted to apologize.

Hell, that's what they've wanted to do for a while now. They tried to apologize about the ambush before, when he first got the gun on his arm, but then the scientist just kept yelling at them and shooting them and-

Well, they got angry. And after that, Gordon became dead set on killing them, and..

...they really need to get all this sorted out. Before they did anything more that they'd regret. Wish they could say the same for the human, but..

~

Gordon looked around curiously as the blue glow faded into a multiude of colors, fruit punch overtaking the blue raspberry smell.

"I just wanted to scare you a bit. Didn’t plan on killing you. Didn't really plan on hurting you, either." "Bullshit." He didn't get to say much else before Benrey cut back in. "They weren't supposed to take your arm. They said they were gonna take you to their base outside of Black Mesa, maybe rough you up a bit. They didn't say anything about trying to kill you."

No matter how sincere the alien sounded, he wasn't going to let himself believe it. That's the last thing he needed to do where he was currently residing. "Then why did you bully me about my arm after it got cut off?" Another bout of silence. "Thought it was gonna grow back, wanted to take your mind off it."

That…. Actually made sense. Of course the being who could respawn and regenerate would think the others could too, especially after Coomer and Bubby's show of the same abilities (Not exactly the same, but they always wound up uninjured and alive in the end). Tommy was careful enough that that was never a problem with him. They must have genuinely assumed that he would grow his arm back.

"I… guess that makes sense. But what about all of this?" He swept his arm across the chamber. "This doesn't make any sense, except confirming what we all knew." "Told you guys to go back, didn't listen. Had to contain you somehow, keep you from getting to that room."

Something occurred to the scientist, then. With how serious they were about stopping Gordon from getting the passport, it was almost like… Benrey seemed scared of dying. It was strange, with them dying and coming back so often. He'd think they'd be used to dying at this point. "Why are you so afraid of dying this time?"

".... I dunno if I'm going to come back this time. Or if I'll get to leave Xen if I do."

"....Oh." Was all he could say, taking in the new information. Benrey was scared of dying.

...Just like he'd been, this whole time.

Benrey filled the silence. "Just wanted to be nice. Be friends, get out of Black Mesa together. But you were making me mad, constantly shooting me and hitting me. Wanted to get back at you, make you regret doing that."

That was fair, he supposed. Yea, what Benrey had done was worse, but he couldn't really be excused for his actions either. Even if they couldn't die then, it probably still hurt.

He sighed, looking around.

Benrey wasn't angry anymore, not that he could tell. They just seemed to want to get past all of this, be done with the big fight. And he'd definitely been in here long enough that something should have started happening.

The walls around him shifted colors of oranges, purples, and reds, mimicking what he assumed would be a sunset.

What would sunset rhyme with? It had been as close to an apology as he was expecting. Sorry, remorse, regret…

He could almost hear Tommy's voice putting the rhyme together.

Colors of the sunset means I'm filled with regret.

They were apologizing.

And since he got an apology, it was only fair he gave one back too, especially with his actions. "I'm sorry, Benrey. I was getting aggravated with everything because I wanted to get out of here, put everything here behind me and not have to think of it again. I was stressed, and you were just adding to it. It doesn't make what I did okay."

Yellow joined the colors on the wall. "'S fine. Wanna try again?" "Sure. My passport's in my locker, if you still wanna see it." "Nah, I'd rather just hang out. Can head back to Xen in a little bit."

He had been relaxing steadily since they had started talking, since he learned that he wasn't going to die, but he finally let himself fully relax against the walls around him. Benrey was the only enemy here right now, and he trusted they weren't trying to kill him anymore. And now, with the air cleared between them, the biggest weight of all was pulled off his shoulders.

After all of this they can head back to Xen and get the hell out of Black Mesa for good. Until then, he was fine where he was.

Except for one more thing. He sat up, causing a flash of teal to take over most of the colors on the walls. "You good?" "My glasses. You swallowed my fucking glasses and I need them." He felt around the ground near him, trying to find them. He squinted, trying to at least see slightly better to find them.

He tried to ignore the rumbling laughter around him. "They should still be there, can't really go anywhere else unless I make them."

"And you better not have." He said sharply, his hand touching something that was distinctly not the soft flesh around him. He grabbed the frames, pulling them up to look through them. He wasn't going to put them on right now, no need to, but he needed to make sure they weren't broken. Thankfully, they weren't.

"Found them?" "Found them." He flopped backwards, holding the frames loosely in his hand to keep track of them.

The walls turned to a dark blue, not like the calm down hue. He assumed it was a default color, since there was no fruity smell accompanying the change. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax again.

~

It was uncomfortable to keep their head and hands clipped through the building, so Benrey let themselves slip further into the void, slowly to not disturb the human napping within. They couldn't help but release the yellow sweet voice that had been building up since the two made up, singing softly. After all of this, they'd be surprised if Gordon woke that easily, but they didn't want to invoke the tired wrath of him regardless. They had time to relax, the warm weight in their abdomen completely taking over their thoughts.

It hadn't gone over exactly how they wanted it to, but Gordon not demanding to be let out after they talked definitely meant more to them than the brunette probably knew. The fact that he trusted them enough to let himself be completely vulnerable, tucked away where nobody could find him. Completely surrounded by Benrey, and not afraid or angry about it (anymore, at least.)

They took a deep breath, feeling more sweet voice welling up in their chest, and released it with a hum, yellows and pinks filling the dark around them.

After all of this, they looked forward to getting to befriend Gordon again, this time not having the threat of being killed lingering over them like a damp, suffocating blanket.

They knew they should be heading back soon, lest the remaining members of the team get themselves in trouble, but for now they simply wanted to enjoy the peace.

Just as a caution, they tried to reach out to the skeletons to have them keep an eye out for them. After that was finished, they simply closer their eyes and let the void carry them for a while.

[sloppykyuu]

Ok so I'm back with an idea Issei and his fem!gf having a rough and passionate sex session ending with her passing out after hours and then they go to bed and both dont realise that Isseis back and arms and neck are full of nail scratches and hickeys so he goes to morning practice and just starts changing and everyone just looks at him confused and concerned cos they dont know he has a gf and when they point it out he starts blushing and doesnt say anything cos there us no way he can talk himself out of this so he just shrugs and keeps changing and everyone is confused and they make up their conspiracy theories cos it keeps happening but they still dont know and one day after a few weeks they accidentally see him on a date with his gf and they're totally shook cos they didn't think he would keep a relationship a secret and also they wonder who she is cos no girls at their school is very interested in him anyway cos they think he looks scary and all and the next time oikawa asks him during practice to introduce them to his gf (◍•ᴗ•) this got way longer than I wanted

Dis is so cute!!!

Issei loved rearranging your guts. It was easily one of his favorite things. Watching you cry out, scratch at his back, and bite on his neck as he pounds into you.

Round after round leaves you and Issei absolutely spent and you pretty much pass out right after he cums.

He wakes up next to you wrapped in his arms, both of you bare. He sighs at the thought of having to leave you, looking so pretty, in his bed while he goes to practice. After denying (and almost giving in) to your begs of him skipping, he gets up and ready before heading out the door.

In the locker room as he changed the thought of how hard he went last night completely slipped his mind as he removed his shirt.

“Oi, mattsun what the fuck happened to your back?” Iwaizumi grunted from behind him. He looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Holy shit dude!” Makki laughed loudly, pointing at his back. “Did you get attacked by a fucking cat?”

Realization hit Issei with a deep blush to his cheeks. He huffs a laugh and shrugs. “Long night, no worries.” He says nonchalantly before walking out of the locker room before he was question any further.

During a water break the boys (cough cough makki and oikawa) were pestering him.

“Was it a girl from the bar?” Makki question him.

He just shook his head.

“Okay, you can be honest with us,” Oikawa started. “Was it a prostitute?”

The unamused look Issei shot him made him throw his hands up in defense. “No judgement. We all gotta get some,” his statement rewarded him with a slap to the back of the head by Iwaizumi.

“No, dumbass. It wasn’t a prostitute.”

“So... then who was it? Did you get in a fight? You know you could’ve called me, bro.” Makki pressed.

“Nah, wasn’t in a fight.” He shrugged taking a large gulp from his water bottle.

“You’re killing me Mattsun! Who was it?!” Oikawa whined loudly.

“My girlfriend.” He shrugged again, not reacting to the fact that the whole team jaws dropped.

“Girlfriend?? You don’t have a girlfriend. I would have met her,” Makki said almost offended.

“How the hell did you get a girlfriend?! Half the school is scared of you! Who is she? Does she go here?” The questions oikawa threw at him seemed endless, he stopped listening.

“Yeah she goes here,” his calm attitude not letting up.

“When do we get to meet her?” Oikawa continued.

“Never.”

It looked like Oikawa could pass out at the response. “Never?! Why can’t we meet her?!”

“Maybe, he doesn’t want to scare her away.” Iwaizumi interrupted harshly, watching Oikawa pout.

Just as they were about to return to practice the gym doors open. All the boys turned to look at you.

“Uh, hey-“ you greet but Oikawa quickly interrupts you.

“I’m sorry but no meetups during practice. If you’d like you can wai-“

“Oh, what? N-no I’m looking for Issei.” The boys eyes all land on him, a slight blush on cheeks. “He forgot his lunch at my house.”

He pushes past the gaping boys to reach you. “Hey babe,” he pecks your lips and thanks you for bringing his lunch.

“What the shit?! I thought you were lying!” Makki interrupts. He and Oikawa waste no time in pushing Mattsun out of the way and bombarding you with questions.

A/n: I love this request but I feel like I didn’t do it justice grr >:( I hope you like it doe

Requests open!

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A Trip to the Market

WELP I JUST WENT AND WROTE A FIC FOR @cptnbvcks​ NOW SHE’S GOTTA FORGIVE ME FOR TALKING ABT FUCKING JAR JAR BINKS

This fic is really indulgent. Cus what this fandom totally needs is another fic abt groping in a cantina and then fuckin in alley. Anyway I hope you enjoy this horny mess i’ve made. This one’s for all my homies with thicc thighs! directily inspired by this post and then encougraged this idiot

Din DjarinX female!Reader (no y/n)//The Mandalorian

wordcount: 5.4k

warnings: SMUT, dom!Mando, bondage/ropes (not restraints tho), teasing, slight exhibitionism/sex in public, fingering, penetration, cockwarming, oral (f receving), some cum eating, aftercare, shibari **PLEASE NOTE: I DONT KNOW SHIT ABT SHIBARI, THIS FIC IS FANTASY, DO NOT USE IT AS A GUIDE. go learn abt it from someone who knows what they’re talking abt cus that’s not me lol

You hadn’t been sitting long when Mando arrived—crossing the threshold of the cantina exactly when he said he would, as punctual as ever. You watched as he surveyed the room, taking in every patron before moving from the entrance. He made his way across the dusty floor, his steps strong and sure as he approached your table.

Silently he slid in the booth, settling to sit directly next to you with his back to the wall. You had been mindful to choose a table in the back of the room, knowing his preference for positioning himself.  

“Have a good morning?” He asked, the visor of his helmet tilting towards you ever so slightly.

“We did,” you smiled, thinking about the little green toddler before taking a sip of your drink as you shifted your weight, adjusting to be more comfortably seated—your surprise for Mando proving to make sitting for an extended period quite awkward. “We went for a walk along the river and caught some toads. Little guy was worn out by the time we got back so he’s down for a nap right now instead of coming along. Any luck finding the lead on that bounty?” You fiddled with the cup in your hand, rocking the bottom of it against the stained wooden table as he hummed in response, the sound coming across crackled through his helmet.

“No.” Mando’s answer was clipped and you could tell he was distracted. Unable to see his eyes, it was impossible to know exactly what he was looking at, but you’d bet all your credits he had finally noticed the creep at the bar.

From the moment you had walked in he’d been staring, watching intently as you ordered your drink and sat down to wait for the Mandalorian. The stranger wore a wide brim hat pulled low over his brow, shading his face in the already dimly lit cantina. You had been stared at plenty of times before, but usually they stopped once they caught a glimpse of the Mandalorian. This guy though, he had continued to keep his head turned squarely in your direction.

“I’ve just been ignoring him,” you stated as you nudged Mando’s elbow with your own, pulling his attention back to you.

“I know,” he replied, still looking out, watching the room. “As long as he doesn’t try anything.”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Mando’s hand started to move, pulling away from where it rested on the tabletop. Situations like this with the creep were nothing new, and both you and Mando realized that sometimes, certain displays were effective in getting a message across to strangers that wouldn’t leave you alone. When you were making plans earlier with Mando over the com-link, he suggested meeting up at the cantina, and you wondered if something like this would happen—but as his hand landed on the bare skin just below the hem of your skirt, you suddenly didn’t care.

The worn leather of Mando’s glove cupped your knee, giving a small squeeze before continuing to drift along your thigh. You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile—there was a bubble of excitement in your chest that was not only your normal jitters from feeling Mando’s hands on you, but an eagerness for him to discover…

His pinky bumped into it first. You could tell he had noticed by the way his touch hesitated before continuing. Once the rest of his fingers slid further up, stroking over each ridge of the eight woven cords binding around your thighs, his helmet spun around—his neck snapping to face you. You tried to flash him a face of innocence as if you had no idea why you suddenly had the ever-vigilant Mandalorian’s undivided attention.

Looping a finger through one one of the bands wrapped around your legs he tugged, feeling the soft give of your flesh against the coarse material. “Are these ropes?” he asked, his voice sounding low through the vocoder as the visor stayed even, trained on you. You could almost feel his gaze boring into you like blaster fire, watching for even the slightest hint of a tell.

“Uh-huh,” you confirmed with a quick nod. “Tied it myself.”

“I want to see—”

“No!” You spoke quickly, hands jumping to grab his forearm as you interrupted him before remembering to keep your voice low. “Mando, there’s people watching.” You raised your eyebrows, trying to make your point clear but you felt his touch tracing along the crisscrossing cords, following how they snaked around your curves.

You had taken your time before leaving the Razor Crest, starting at your waist and then moving to twist the rope to wrap around each leg four times. The loops were spaced evenly along outside of your thigh, crisscrossing into an alluring woven pattern that drew in towards your center. It had been a spur of the moment idea, a fun way to surprise the Mandalorian—and you were happy with the results so far. You felt secure with the cords winding around your hips and you knew he also enjoyed when you were bound like this—even if it was unusual for you to tie them yourself.

But Mando didn’t like your answer. Seeing his face wasn’t necessary to know he was annoyed, you could feel the warning in the way his hand tensed.

With a gulp you finished off your drink and left the empty cup on the table before moving away from him, scooting out of the booth. He didn’t try to hold you in your seat, letting your legs slide from under his hands. Gathering your things, you draped the strap of your messenger bag over your shoulder so the leather crossed your chest, resting comfortable between your breasts.

“I have a few errands I want to run, see if I can find one of those valves and maybe get some food.” You tried to keep your expression nonchalant, attempting to sound candid and not react to the way Mando was watching you. It was hard to tell just where he was looking but you were sure he was imagining you without your flowy orange sundress.

“Fine,” he sighed, his voice sounding like a huff through the distortion of the hemlet. Mando rose from his seat, standing over you before he gestured for you to lead the way.

You couldn’t remember the last time Mando had walked beside you. Usually he trailed two paces behind, keeping you directly in his range of vision as he scanned the surroundings—always on alert incase of a surprise—but now he stayed close, his shoulder occasionally bumping yours until he raised his hand to rest on the small of your back.

His fingers stroked along your hips—something small that seemed like an affectionate caress at first, but he was searching. Once he found the bump from the rope that looped around your middle under the fabric of your dress, he thumbed at it, idly strumming—and training your thoughts on his touch.

You tried to ignore him, searching the stalls as you moved through the open air market. Stepping away from his grasp, you approached a vendor, interested in the fruits they were selling. His hand had fallen from your back but Mando stayed within arm’s reach.

The Mandalorian appeared stoic as ever as you attempted to barter with the middle aged man who stood across the table of produce. The vendor had no way of seeing how Mando’s hand danced around the hem of your skirt behind you—the occasional brush of his fingertips against the back of your leg, or the way he would pinch and tug at your dress distracting you from the conversation at hand. His efforts paired with the language barrier lead you to struggle communicating and eventually give up, waving your hands and walking away.

Mando followed, ever the sentinel at your heels, until you halted to face him.

“Cut it out,” you hissed, feeling a familiar heat creeping into your cheeks from behind your ears. You wondered for a moment if he could tell—he mentioned once his visor had a sensor for changes in body temperature.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His helmet dipped, looking at you as he continued with a professional tone, “I’m just making sure you’re safe. We’re on a new planet, in a strange town surrounded by people. I think it’s prudent I stay close, don't you?”

With a huff you spun on your heel—if he was going to play it like that you’d have your own fun. As you turned you tried to add as much of a twist as you could, knowing well the way the dress’ light fabric flounced with abrupt movements. A subtle fling of your hand guided it to billow and lift, catching the air to reveal just enough. He most likely only saw the briefest glimpse of what you were hiding but you knew that was ample fodder.

You weren’t able to move quickly, the reality of wearing ropes wound around the apex of your thighs while walking in a humid climate was starting to make itself known—and just the feeling of Mando’s hands on you had been exciting enough to make you wet, a fact that was more apparent due to your lack of underwear.

It wasn’t long until Mando was on you again, his touch was more brazen; resting his palm over your ass rather than repeating the glancing touches from before. Reaching back you grabbed at his wrist and pulled his arm forward, hooking your elbow around his to hold him close and keep his wandering touch in place.

Spotting a vender with barrels of grain you steered Mando in her direction, knowing your pantry could always use more rice. This seller was an older woman and knew enough Universal Basic that you were able to discuss prices without much difficulty. As you went back and forth with the vendor, going through the ritual of haggling down to an agreement, you felt Mando’s arm slip away but paid it no mind.

It wasn’t until you turned to Mando to ask if he wanted beans too or not that you noticed he wasn’t there. Frantically you checked over your other shoulder then spun around, searching for the crowd for a glint of his beskar reflecting in the bright sun, but there was nothing, not a single piece of reflective metal in sight. Why would he just walk off without telling you?

Returning to look at the venor, you frantically tried to think how to simply ask for her help. “Please, did you see my—,” Fuck, what do you call Mando? Your boss? Your friend? “The Mandalorian, did you see where he went?” The woman didn’t seem at all concerned by your worried expression as she gestured to the alley around the side of the building she was set up in front of. “Thank you!” You called over your shoulder, already leaving to follow him.

“Mand—,” you started as you rounded the mudbrick corner, halting midstep as you spotted him. Mando was standing face to face with the creep from the bar. You had no clue what they were discussing but it was obvious to you that The Mandalorian was not about to fight him. His posture was relaxed, shoulders rolled back with his thumbs hooked around his belt buckle to rest his arms. If there was the possibility of something happening Mando’s hand would be much closer to his blaster.

Just as you had begun to will your feet to move, Mando and the stranger clasped each other’s forearms and let go, then the stranger then handed something off before turning away. Passing you as he made his exit, the man you had originally thought of as some creep gave you a friendly nod and smile.

“What was that about?” You asked as you stopped next to Mando, still watching the retreating figure over your shoulder.

“The lead I’ve been looking for.” Turning around you noticed what he had been given: a tracking fob with the light still blinking. “Apparently he’s been following me all day, watching. Heard me talking to you, that’s how he knew to be at the cantina.”

“Did you know someone was following you?”

“Of course,” Mando stated, tucking the device away safely into one of his many pouches. Suddenly his on edge behavior all day made a little more sense.

“Well, now that’s all settled,” You began, making to leave the shadowy alley and return to the market. “The lady at the stall was offering an extra half pound of beans for a reduced price if I—”

Mando stopped you mid sentence and stride by a single finger hooked around the rope—keeping you from moving forward in a lazy hold. “We’re not done here,” he admonished, jerking your hips back with a quick tug for added emphasis.

Your body’s reaction to his voice was instant; you could feel a hard pulse of want in your pelvis as he grabbed at your skirt. Bringing your hands to the strap of your bag, you nervously fiddled with it at the center of your chest, fighting the urge to stop his wandering touch even though you were aware of the constant threat of someone walking around the corner.

Mando continued to hold your skirt up with one hand—the fabric balled in a fist he kept resting in the small of your back—as the other dropped. His fingers traced along the ropes, following one from your hips down your thigh before returning back up to grab you ass and moving on to the other thigh. He seemed to be mapping every inch with his touch before he wrapped his fist around the cord at the side of your hip and pulled you to turn around.

Letting out a soft ‘oh’ in surprise you stumbled, falling back slightly until your shoulder blades bumped into the stone wall. “Hold your skirt up,” he ordered, his visor dipping to watch your hands as you grabbed the hem and lifted it like a curtain, unveiling your gift for him. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassed to be doing something so brazen in public, but all you wanted was for him to touch you. You made to press your thighs—the urge to rub them together not even conscious of you—but your skin stung, red and raw from the damp friction, it had begun to chafe. Though you reacted to the pain, separating your legs a little bit more, it sent an exciting tingle through your limbs, adding to the fire burning low in your belly.

With both of his hands available now, Mando started at your waist, trailing over the crisscrossing bindings while his thumbs gently rubbed at the woven design. He came to the loops secured around your outer thighs and his fingers hovered for a moment before hooking underneath.

Gripping the cords, he easily lifted you up off your feet.

Gasping you wavered, off balance and hanging a few inches over the ground. One of your hands dropped your skirt, flying up to brace yourself against his currias as your feet swung, looking for purchase. He held you in the air for a solid moment—the ropes pulling but not biting at your skin due to the harness evenly supporting your weight.

Dropping you to the ground he let out a hum, his hands cupping your hips. “Not bad.”

“Not bad? I think I did pretty well!” You countered, smacking your palm flat against his beskar in protest.

“Your knots need work.” Mando reached to your waist, easily undoing the fastening at the front. “And it’s loose.” Holding the tails in his left fist, he grabbed at the leading lines, giving each a tug hard enough to move your hips as he tightened what he could before finishing with his own knot, pulling three times to secure it. Reaching back to your sides he tested the ropes again, pulling to check they were just right. “If you keep them tight, it won't rub your skin raw as you walk.”

You simpered, biting your lip as you looked away, you had really been hoping he hadn’t noticed, but of course he did—Mando is nothing if not observant.

This time when he gave a hard jerk to spin you around against the wall, you weren’t caught off guard and managed to brace yourself with your hands on the bricks as he pressed up against you. Mando’s hips were flush against your ass, the hard ridge of his cock rubbing along you through the canvas of his trousers.

“Your ass looks so good tied up like this.” Mando’s voice was low, close behind your ear. “All pinched and round, just for me.” His hands traveled around your hips as he leaned back, keeping his erection against you as he squeezed and played with your bottom. You yelped as he gave your left cheek a hard smack, realizing that he had taken his gloves off. He pulled his hips away as his hand slid down between your legs. Letting out something like a whimper at the loss of contact, it quickly morphed into a moan as his thick fingers easily pushed between your lips. You shuddered at the contact, the shock of him finally touching you running up your spine to tingle at the base of your skull as your fingers gripped at the stones before you.

“You like walking around like this don’t you? All bound and teasing me.” Mando’s voice was deep, coming from somewhere in his chest as he rambled. He knew what his dirty talk did to you and you were sure he could feel the effects now—his fingers pressed against your hole as it fluttered. “It’s obvious how much you love this; you’re dripping,” his tone was chiding but light as his touch swirled around your pussy, showing just how wet you had gotten.

You tried to stay still, pressing yourself against the wall as the rough texture of the bricks dragged against your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress. The sound of Mando playing with your drenched heat was audible over the background hum of the market twenty feet away.

Mando knew what he was doing, teasing you by gliding his fingers everywhere but your clit—you were so worked up that you might cum if he did and he realized this. “So wet, and it got all over the ropes. I bet you’re sore.” His hand pulled away, making a notable squelch as his fingers left your pussy to stroke along your bound inner thighs, spreading your slickness even further and making a mess. “And now you have to walk all the way back to the Razor Crest.”

Once he had finished wiping his hand on your legs, you watched, your cheek still pressed against the wall with eyes half dazed glancing over your shoulder, as he pulled his gloves back on.

“No-o,” you whined pathetically in protest once you fully realized what he was saying. “I was so close, you can’t stop.”

Mando gave your ass—which was still pointed out, your back curled so he had easy access to you—another hard slap before pulling your skirt down over your bottom, hiding the rope harness again. “We need to start moving if we want to get back and have time to fuck before the little one wakes up.”

Through you grumbled out an agreement, you apparently still weren’t moving fast enough for Mando, who grabbed your waist and pulled you up straight, pivoting you to face forward as you kept trying to adjust your dress.

He kept his palm flat against you, resting between your shoulder blades, while exiting the alley way. The sudden light of the sun after being in the shade hurt your eyes. Holding up a hand you tried to shield your face and let Mando guide you until you could see again. Squinting, it took a second to realize why he had stopped.

Standing in front of the same stall from before, Mando spoke up saying something you didn’t understand but the woman pulled up a second sack and began filling it with the beans she had been offering you.

Confused you looking up at Mando and found his helmet turned towards you. “You have the credits,” he said evenly, giving away nothing—his voice sounding as unemotional as ever though his hand on your back was stroking small soothing circles into your skin.

“Oh right,” you mumbled, quickly twisting to search in your shoulder bag for the little purse of metal currency. As you handed the money to the woman—who seemed to take in your flushed cheeks and how close The Mandalorian was standing, before giving you a knowing smirk—Mando hoisted the sack of rice and beans that had been tied together over his shoulder. With a nod he said one more thing which the woman repeated back before he was leading you into the crowd of the market.

Each step you took was careful—cautious to avoid irritating your skin further—focused more on your gait than where you were going as Mando led you through the throng of people who parted easily for the armored man.

“You speak the language here?” You finally asked, looking up at his beskar helmet as you furrowed your brow.

“Only a little bit.”

“And you let me make a fool of myself in front of that fruit seller, while you were pinching my ass?” You were peeved with him but you still wondered what his expression was under there—was he wearing some cheeky grin, thoroughly entertained by your frustrations?

Instead his head turned towards you as he simply replied, “It was cute.”

A hint of a laugh came through the vocoder though, you were sure of it.

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Returning to the Razor Crest the first thing you did was flop into a chair by the makeshift dining table that had been cobbled together as the number of residents on the ship grew. Mando was gone without a word, disappearing into the cockpit with a swish of his cape.

You watched as he climbed the ladder until he was out of view before checking your thighs. With gentle taps you tested the patches of red skin, hissing slightly as you brushed against the largest welt. Luckily the damage was not as bad as you feared and would heal quickly. Carefully you ran your finger along the ropes, feeling just how damp and sticky they had gotten from your excitement.

“How’re you feeling?” Mando’s voice spooked you, making you suddenly aware of his presence as your head shot up and your knees snapped closed. He stood nearby, holding a small jar you recognized as the bacta-ointment he uses on burns and rashes.

“Not nearly as bad as I thought, I should be fine.” You gave him a warm smile as he crossed the grated floor, setting the first aid down as he came to stand in front of you.

“Are you good to keep going? I checked on the little womp rat, he’s still snoring.” Mando’s fingers brushed lightly along the edge of your hand, sending tingles up your arm from the briefest touch.

You bit your lip and nodded, looking up at him through your lashes as you replied, “I am,” but before you could even finish the short confirmation he was already grabbing at you—hoisting you onto the wobbly table by your upper arms.

The jar of bacta clattered onto the floor, mindlessly shoved out of the way. You gasped while Mando practically ripped your dress up over your head, his eagerness to see you nude overriding any caution. Trying to find your balance, you braced yourself with both arms behind you, holding you up right as he grabbed your left leg, bringing it up so your ankle rested on his shoulder.

Sitting on the table like that with your legs spread, you were fully on display for Mando. He let out an approving growl, something that vibrated out from behind his ribs as he made quick work of shedding his belt. You felt a low throb, your pussy begging for him to fill you as you watched him undress.

The head of his cock was almost purple when he pulled it out, precum leaking from the tip. With a swipe between your lips that was too quick to be any kind of satisfying, he gathered your juices on his fingers, and spread your slick along his shaft.

“Mando,” you pleaded, dragging out the last syllable of his nickname into a whine. “I need you inside of me, please.”

He didn’t hesitate, done with teasing you. Mando lined himself up with your center and pushed. His cock filled you quickly, stretching your walls to take his girth but finding no resistance in the abundant lubrication.

“By the Maker,” he hissed, his voice husky even with the distortion and static as he paused, holding in place to enjoy the way your pussy hugged him. “How are you so tight and so wet?” You felt another throb at his words, tensing around him as he spoke.

“It’s because your cock is so fu-fucking bi-ig.” You tried to banter, counter his comments but the way his cock pressed inside you—prodding at your very end—got in the way of you forming coherent thoughts.

With a deep groan, Mando started to move, pulling out as you whimpered. He held your waist, fingers gripping at your bindings when he thrusted back into you. Wasting no time, he settled into a brutal pace, fucking you hard with such a convenient handle. You moaned and shuddered, your own hips matching his movements, chasing the tension you could feel building in your core as his cock dragged inside you. You tried to hold yourself up against the table but you were tired and your arms quickly got sore.

“Mando—,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his chest to catch his attention. He halted abruptly, his visor snapping up from where he’d been watching your pussy take him to your eyes. “Flip me over,” you requested, your voice airy but loud enough for him to hear.

His breathing was heavy, little puffs coming from his helmet as he nodded. Pulling again on the ropes he rolled you onto your front, drawing your hips back from the edge before sinking into you with ease. You let out a low moan, the head of his cock bumping into that wonderful spot deep inside of you with every thrust from this angle. He continued, ruthlessly pounding into you without mercy as he held onto the cords around your waist for leverage—there wasn’t much more you could do besides take him, letting him fuck you as he pleased.

Your orgasm was building, you could feel your scalp tighten and your toes curl, your muscles tensing, preparing as you approached the crest. You weren’t aware you were talking but you could hear your voice begging him to keep going, don’t stop. At the encouragement he doubled his efforts, leaning forward so his hand rested next to your head. He was hitting deeper than ever with this position and you felt yourself let go with a wail.

“Fu-uck,” Mando moaned in your ear, the curve of his helmet over his brow dropping to rest against your temple. He went stiff above you and you could feel the way his cock pulsed inside you, spilling his cum as your walls rhythmically clenched tight, convulsing around him.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, silently basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasms while your breathing leveled. Mando’s broad form covered you as he kept you pinned against the table top. He held himself up slightly, balancing on one elbow close enough you could feel his armor brush against your shoulder blades with each inhale.

You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the security of lying beneath his protective body—nothing could hurt your right now with him both above and inside you.

His free hand began to roam, gliding along your ribs before approaching the ropes at your waist. His fingers followed the cords around to your front, coming to rest at the fastened knot just below your belly button.

Without needing to see, Mando was able to nimbly undo the knot, prising the right tails to loosen it’s hold. He continued to tug and pull, unraveling the harness as much as he could before rising from on top of you.

You were disappointed as the cool recycled air of the hull moved in to wrap around you, filling in where he had been. Shivering slightly, you cracked an eye open. Mando knelt behind you—both hands bare—as he carefully unwound the ropes, taking every caution to not irritate your skin more than it already was.

Once your hips were free he tossed the bundle to the side before gathering the bacta-ointment from where it had rolled off to. He stopped for a moment, staring at your thighs and you wondered if he liked the textured imprints the harness had left behind. Scooping up the cream with three fingers, he gently smoothed it across your affected skin. The contact of the cold ointment was shocking at first contact—you gasped and wiggled, but Mando’s wide hand gripped your thigh to keep you still.

He took his time spreading it across your skin—rubbing it in more than you were sure was necessary, covering every inch where the rope had been, not just your inner thighs—before his touch found your pussy again. You couldn’t help but flinch as his fingertips bumped against your clit, still sensitive after the orgasm.

“You’re so wet still,” he intoned, quietly speaking more to himself than you before he picked up his voice. “Close your eyes and don’t open them.”

You knew what this meant and obliged without hesitation, squeezing your eyelids shut before bringing a hand to cover your face as added protection.

You heard an audible hiss and click that you recognized as the release mechanism of his helmet. There was a tingle that ran up your limbs at the sound, an excitement that raced from the tips of your fingers and toes to your core because you knew that noise heralded his lips on you.

His hands grabbed at your ass, parting your cheeks to give him the perfect view of his cum dripping from your hole. Though you were expecting it, you were not prepared. His warm mouth connected with your pussy, immediately lapping at your juices. Flattening his tongue he drew it along your slit, catching every drop he could while brushing at your clit.

You moaned loudly at the stimulation, every touch feeling more vivid with your lack of sight. There was no way for you to watch him, but you could still listen—hearing the obscene slurps as he reveled in your cunt, as if he was doing this more for his pleasure than yours.

Mando’s tongue toyed with your nub, making your knees tremble as that feeling deep in your belly began to quickly bubble up. You called his name as your free hand flew back to grab at him. Sealing his lips around your clit, he sucked while sinking two thick fingers into your blushed hole.

Your fist clenched around his hair, tugging hard, but that only seemed to encourage him. One of his hands pumped into you, his finger curling just right to press down on that spot inside you, as the other gripped your hips—hard enough you were sure it would bruise—holding you against his face while he smothered himself between your lips.

You moaned and writhed against the table before crumpling under his ministrations. Yelling into your palm you came hard and all over his face. He continued to finger you, feeling the way your walls clenched around him as if drawing his digits further into your channel before the contact became all too much. Every brush was over stimulating, your hips involuntarily jerking away from him and into the table’s edge until he pulled back.

Limp against the surface, you couldn’t move—only able to take deep breaths as your heart pounded—your hand still clamped tight over your eyes until you hear Mando give the ok.

You can hear him shifting around, standing up and gathering his helmet before his unmodulated voice commented, “Once you’re all healed, you need to show me how you tied that. I want to see how long you can hang in it.”

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[kyber-crystal]

forever & always || s.r

summary: you’ve long since given up on hoping for a better future, but steve’s there to remind you that there’s still something left living for. and you grow to realize that maybe, just maybe, that something was him.

words: ~1.3k (sorry this is so short)

warnings: angsty in the beginning, mild descriptions of blood, fluff in the end, cliche tropes, bad writing. post IW–pre endgame AU, some dialogue is from endgame; i don’t own any part of it. credits go to marvel.

a/n: yeesh this is a complete dumpster fire. i have no idea where this idea came from but i just sat down and decided to start writing, so here we are. buckle up and i hope you enjoy this (unedited) shitshow :3 friendly reminder that requests are open!

Amidst the aftermath of the Snap’s destruction, things were a complete mess. You found it hard to do so much as get up in the morning when the world had stopped moving forward—what was the point of waiting up for something that wouldn’t go on?

There were many nights in which you slid into bed and hoped you’d never wake up again and yet, you did wake up—in the early hours of the morning. And despite it all, you kept going. You kept going, you pushed yourself to make it through the day because you knew that nobody else would do it for you. 

You hardly ever got any quality sleep. If you were lucky, you’d get a solid two or three uninterrupted hours, and five was unheard of. You were falling—and Steve, being as observant as he was, noticed. 

He noticed how you’d lost the light to your face. You no longer glowed like you used to when you were fully engaged in a conversation. Your smile, that is, if you smiled at all, never reached your eyes. It was rather easy for him to differentiate a fake one from a real one—and he could tell you were struggling to maintain the façade. 

Steve felt guilty. Here you were, doing everything you could to stay afloat and pouring your heart and soul into keeping everyone else on the team happy and healthy, but you never found time to take care of yourself. He wanted to help. Seeing the woman he’d known for as long as he could remember slowly fall apart broke him—and the fact that there was little to nothing he could do about it only made it worse.

It was another one of those late nights for you. Natasha had tried to talk you out of helping her, but the pure exhaustion in her eyes was evident—so you’d convinced her to go to bed (you knew she hadn’t done this in days) and took over.

Rhodey had a solemn look on his face as you pulled up his hologram. “Hey, Y/N...where’s Nat? Are you guys alright?”

"Yeah...how about you? Where are you right now?"

"Mexico. The Federales found a room full of bodies," he answered with his arms crossed over his chest, "it looks like a bunch of cartel guys...never even had the chance to get their guns off."

"It's probably a rival gang, then," you shrugged.

"Except it isn't. It's definitely Barton. What he's done here, what he's been doing for the past few years...the scene that he left...I gotta tell you, there's a part of me that doesn't even wanna find him."

You were silent for a moment as you comprehended his words. "Will you find out where he's going next, check in when you hear something?” You looked at him hopefully. “Please? We can’t just...we can’t just give up now.”

"Alright, I'll let you know," he said with a sigh, before disappearing from the room.

Your gut instinct was to call Steve, but before you could find your hand on your phone, you pulled it back. He was probably busy at the moment—you didn’t want to burden him any further when he already had enough on his mind.

Placing your hands on the edges of the desk, you pushed yourself out of your seat and got up. You grabbed a glass out of the pantry and decided to pour yourself a cup of cold water to clear your head, ignoring the sharp hunger pangs in your stomach that told you it really had been forever since you’d last had a proper meal that wasn’t three cups of coffee and half a banana. And that had been four days ago. 

You were often too busy drowning in your own thoughts to focus on anything else.

Out of nowhere you’re hit with a splitting migraine that has you struggling to stay standing upright and suddenly the world is spinning and everything is blurring together you can’t breathe. As if it was going in slow motion, the glass fell out of your hand and shattered into a million tiny crystalline fragments upon hitting the floor, and you sank down with it. 

You felt the sharp edges digging into the palms of your hands and the bottoms of your feet and it stung, but compared to what you’d been through in the past, it was nothing. The metallic smell of blood overwhelmed your senses. The tears kept coming and coming and your head was hurting, your body ached immensely—everything hurt. 

Steve quietly entered the compound and immediately stopped in his tracks when he reached the kitchen.

“...Y/N?”

You tried opening your mouth to speak, but no words came out—instead, a hoarse cry escaped your lips—and the sound sent daggers straight through his heart. There’s crimson stains on your shirt and on the kitchen floor; you’re covered in blood and sweat and tears and there’s glass everywhere. It’s a complete mess, but he doesn’t care. 

Disregarding the complete kitchen disaster around him, he carefully kneels down next to you and pulls you forward, and you collapse into his arms.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t say a thing as you let it all out. Your tears begin leaving dark spots on his shirt but he remains quiet. He’s dead silent. Steve brings a hand to the back of your head and gently pushes it towards his chest, and you continue sobbing into his shoulder as he smooths your hair back and uses his other arm to pull you closer. 

You clutch his shirt with every ounce of energy you have left. You cry and cry and cry until you feel like your throat is going to tear apart from the sheer force of it and your seemingly never-ending river of tears has finally run dry. You’re not sure exactly how long you’re like this for—sitting in the middle of the cold kitchen floor, wrapped up in his arms and clinging to him as if he was your sole remaining lifeline—but you’re there for a while. And he’s patient, whispering soothing words of encouragement and sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

...

You’re quietly sitting on the edge of the bathtub as Steve is kneeling in front of you and picking the glass out of your skin. He winces when he thinks he’s being too rough, but you don’t even do so much as flinch. 

He dips a cotton boll into the small bowl of alcohol on the counter, starting to gently dab on the cuts scattered across your knuckles and cheeks. Steve wants to ask why you were in such a state when he found you, but he knows better than to pry. He knows that before anything else, he’s supposed to be there for you—to listen.

“I miss them,” you mumbled. 

“I know. I miss them too.”

You glanced up at him with glassy eyes, and his heart shatters all over again. “Do you think we could get them back?"

“Of course. There’s always hope.”

“...You really think so?”

“Ever since you came into my life, I never stopped. Hoping, that is.” Steve cleared his throat. “If we can find a reason to keep going, then I don’t see why we can’t achieve anything we want.”

You cracked a small smile at his words, and he reached up and gingerly wiped away the remnants of your tears. When his hand finds its place against your cheek, you place your own hand over it—and let it stay.

You were ready to go. You were planning to leave for good, but seeing his piercing yet gentle blue eyes and breathtaking smile pushed you to stay. If you couldn’t keep going for yourself, you had to at least do it for him. 

And so you did.

...

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[hyrule-kingdom-updates]

Can we get some spare Launo headcannons for July?

Launo sucked big time at knight school when he first arrived—he didn’t exactly have any background help given no one in his family was a knight either. He was basically assigned the equivalent of “equipment manager” during the first few months. And when he did get proper actions with a broadsword or a bow, Launo struggled with footwork and precision and all the minute details of a duel so he often got his ass handed to him.

But one the top kids in Launo’s class thought he was cool anyways—that was, one Arcadius Hartell. Pretty, rich, ace with sword, bow, spear, and anything sharp, and pretty much had no flaws or weaknesses. Launo at first thought the guy was just pitying him, the kid who has never won a single sparring match and consistently put on training dummy duty (that is reattaching their heads when they got lopped off)

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Arcadius came to ask something from him.

“How do you do that?”

Launo turned from the training dummy he was working on. “S-Sorry, what?”

“The...the thing you do. With the...thing?” Arcadius pointed to the needle and thread Launo was holding as he was reattaching the dummy’s forearm. “How do you do that?”

Launo scrunched his eyebrows in confuzzlement. “This is, uh, well. It’s just sewing I guess. If this guy were real I guess it would be stitching, haha...” He patted the dummy’s wood shoulder playfully as if joking with a pal—the dummy immediately tipped over, Launo coughed and stepped in front of the mess to ignore it. Arcadius nodded thoughtfully.

“So, do you have a special technique or something?”

“I mean, not really, it’s just regular old sewing...”

“But I assume you’ve spent years training on the art.”

“I...uh...I guess? My mom taught me.”

“Oh! So it’s like...an apprenticeship...?”

“...Are you under the impression that sewing is some sacred gift that gets passed down to the worthy or something?”

“.........no....”

The two boys just stood awkwardly for a moment longer, Launo studying Arcadius’ face.

“You don’t even know what sewing is do you?”

“O-Of course I do! It’s the...thing.” He made a sword motion with his fingers, as if wielding a tiny blade. “You stab the stuff and it repairs. With the...” Arcadius squinted as he thought for a moment, “...stool...”

“Spool?”

“Yeah! That! So, look, you’re pretty skilled at everything—“

“I am??” Launo took a step back in shock.

“Yeah! You always fix the equipment, and somehow haul around all those weapons, and make us cool lunches—“

“I don’t know, I made Rubeo vomit last week cause I forgot he hates blueberries...”

Arcadius shook his hands. “N-Not the point. And he sort of deserves it. The fact is you’re obviously leagues ahead of the game—“

“I—Actually I wouldn’t say—“

“—so you just gotta teach me everything you know!” Arcadius pumped a fist and closed his eyes. “How could I ever call myself a knight if I don’t even learn the basics of equipment management! Who will mend the wounded holes in my soldier’s pride if I can’t even fix the tears in my uniform! A mountain’s peak is equivalent to the shallow shore if you have no bearing of the heights you soar.”

Launo blinked. “Are you...okay?”

Arcadius scratched his head. “Aha...sorry. That’s a quote from Aria Nori’s newest volume. Guess I was too into the moment there.”

“Oh! The Zora poet! I’ve read her stuff! I haven’t read her latest volume, but my dad often binds her books—“

“Really?!” Arcadius’ eyes were suddenly star struck. “That’s so cool! This is all the more reason you gotta teach me this stuff.” He waved again at the collapsed training dummy. “Maybe start with the beetle and thread.”

“Needle. D-Do you not know what a needle is?”

Arcadius’ eyes glazed over. “...no...oh my gods that’s not gonna be on the test is it?? I’m so screwed—“

“Nonono it’s not, I’m just...” Launo bit his tongue. Now that he thought about it, he never really saw anyone else in his class do mundane house chore stuff. They were far too busy sharpening swords and bragging about their parents or grandparents or great uncles or cousins that totally were war heroes and high ranking political figures. Sewing could just be a Hateno thing, could it..?

“Can’t you just hire someone to teach you?” Launo started. “I mean, I’m super flattered! Just that, I’m not exactly a master at this, so I’m sure there are adults out there that are more accomplished.”

Arcadius hung his head. “I don’t think my dad would let me...Pretty much everything not sword related he just hires someone to do for me. And he’s super picky about what training I focus on.”

“Well it’s not really official training, it could just be a hobby.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, sounding out the word. “H...Hob...?”

“O-OK, just forget that. H-How about...” Launo didn’t meet his eyes as he absentmindedly kicked the dirt. “Y-You like poetry, right? You can come over to my house and look at my dad’s collection. And when we’re there, I can let my mom...” He scrunched his eyes, trying to nail down the words, “...apprentice you? On the...art, of sewing?”

Arcadius’ eyes were wide enough to reflect the heavens themselves. “R-Really?? You’d do that??”

“I don’t see why not. It’ll be after call and,” Launo’s eyes suddenly sparked, “...You can just tell your dad that you’re training me! Say that you were asked to help your fellow classmates cause you’re already so far ahead from everyone else.”

Which isn’t exactly a lie, Launo thought, bitterly.

“Hmm...” Arcadius tapped his chin, before shrugging. “Might have to tweak the explanation to ‘getting extra credit for top grades by tutoring’ cause I don’t know how he’ll feel about me helping the competition.” He articulated the last word with a mocking, adulting tone. Then he held out a hand. “But I think it sounds like a deal! I’ll give you some pointers, and you introduce me to your mentor.”

“My mom.”

“Yeah, that.”

Launo shook his hand, still a bit timidly, given he now noticed that a few other boys in the training yard were watching the prodigy student interact with the glorified janitor boy.

So they both tutored each other: Larc, in the art of knowing what sewing magic was (Larc bringing the most expensive and ornate needle Launo had ever seen, even though Larc claimed he just found it in his father’s closet) and brewing delicious broths (“Wait, you have to stand around this pot for hours and cook this stuff?? I thought you just made soup in a bowl! You know, like how servants take off the silver cover on the tray and the soup is already there?” “We...dont have waiters or anything...so our method of cooking different.”) Meanwhile, Launo was able to make some progress with knight training—keyword, “some.”

“Don’t make your stance so wide.” Arcadius shoved Launo’s back foot with his boot. “Keep your feet closer together, you only want enough distance so that your front foot can hover an inch off the ground while your back foot stays planted. Any further, and you’ll topple too easily.”

Launo adjusted his stance as instructed, and readied the rapier again. He set his jaw. “OK. Come at me!”

Arcadius nodded. He picked up the wooden sword and swung (a bit slowly and wide) at Launo’s side.

Launo immediately shoved his rapier point left to counter his attack, but instead moved with such force and vigor that he practically fell onto Arcadius’ blade.

Arcadius chuckled, dropping the sword and helping Launo up again. “You don’t need to use to much force when you swing. In fact it’s better to work with simple quick movements with any rapier or piercing sword, since the damage is done by the tip, not the weight.”

“S-Sorry...” Launo mumbled as he got up again.

“Don’t be! Oh hey!” Arcadius suddenly went back around towards the pile of weapons and pulled out a claymore. “Actually, maybe a sword like this will work better for you! You won’t have to worry as much about holding back, or being finesse. All the power is in that downward swing—!” Arcadius swung the sword into a nearby log to demonstrate, nearly cutting it asunder.

He offered it to Launo. “And don’t let the size fool you, it’s not actually that heavy. Large weapons still need to let soldiers be quick enough to parry and block attacks.”

Launo turned the claymore around in his hands, studying the blade and handle.

Arcadius gestured to the log. “Well, go on! It’s similar to the grip I taught you with the broadsword, but this time you use your other hand in the bottom to support the weight as it turns on an axis. Try that downward swing I showed you!”

Launo paused for a moment, thinking. Then, he planted his foot down, and swung the claymore down with all his might, aiming for another soon-to-be piece of firewood.

The claymore whistled as it fell, and it cut into the log deep—about halfway. Yet, still not nearly as deep as how Arcadius had done it.

Nonetheless, he was hopping with joy for Launo. “That was awesome!! You did great!!”

He sighed as he left the claymore in the log. “No I didn’t...”

“What are you talking about? That was probably the best blow you’ve done all night!”

“Yeah! And it’s not even a quarter of the damage that you did with your swing!”

“Well, it still took me a while to—“

Launo gestured to the other log. “It’s been how many weeks?? And I’m not even CLOSE to being as good as you, much less being a top student...” He plopped into the dirt and laid himself out like a starfish.

Larc stood over him, confused. “Why would you want to be a top student?”

“BECAUSE I SUCK ASS, DUDE!” Launo held up his arms, exasperated. Larc, on instinct, stepped back and held his hands close to his chest as he fiddled with his thumbs and mumbled an apology. Launo immediately sighed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like I’m mad at you. You’re really great, Link. You’re so nice to me and you’re talented and I’m so grateful, but I’m just...” He shifted in the dirt again. “I don’t think I could ever be like you. I’d even dare to say it’s impossible.”

Larc stilled, playing with his thumbs, before daring to step closer and sit in the dirt beside him.

“Can I tell you a secret, Launo?”

He was quiet, but he nodded a yes.

“I think my brother’s a stronger fighter than me.”

Launo furrowed his eyebrows confused, but he continued.

“He just never takes his knight training seriously, because of my father. But I bet if he really tried, he’d be great at it.”

Ah. So that’s what he meant.

“But I AM trying.” Launo whined. “I guess compared to you it doesn’t seem like much but—!”

“Nono! Sorry that’s not what I meant!” Larc quickly cut in. “I just...” He trailed off.

“...There’s a reason I have to be the best.” Larc finally said. He was looking out into the woods, but Launo felt that he wasn’t really looking at anything in particular, maybe deep in thought. “There’s a reason I can’t settle, I can’t rest. It’s really important that I get this all right. And I guess that makes me admirable to most people but...”

He looked down at Launo, still spread out in the dirt. “I didn’t really choose to be a knight, unlike you. I didn’t actually choose to be the best, and I don’t get why so many people do train to be at the top out of their own violation. It really...sucks ass.” He articulated the last part in Launo’s tone, and they both giggled.

“So...I guess that I’m trying to say here is that...” He thought one his words a moment longer. ��I think so many people are afraid of trying new things, because they fear not being the best at it, not being at the top. And I suppose ambition is good but...” He tilted his head and shrugged at Launo. “As someone who’s supposedly at the top, I would say I envy anybody that can make progress that their proud of. You choose to be a knight, and you’re training for it out of your own strength and courage. That’s more than I’ll ever have, so you should probably get off the ground and realize that soon.”

Launo’s eyes widened, a bit unnerved by how uncharacteristically blunt Larc was being.

“In my opinion, anyone that aims to be better than everyone is stupid—maybe that’s just me, but...I would think that if I was you, I’d be proud of any progress I made. If I was more skilled than I was yesterday, that’s really all I would care about. Why would I care about being the top of my class? I would kill to just be satisfied with being a better me.”

There was silence as the boys took in Larc’s words. Then he suddenly stood up. “G-Goddess Hylia, sorry I’ve been talking for so long, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.” He went to collect his things. “You can keep the claymore, I think you’d be great at it, just...”

Larc packed his swords and backpack, before turning back to the flopped out Launo. “...I think you’re really cool, Launo. So don’t tap out for my sake—I’m not the person that matters in your training, am I? So don’t give up for any silly reasons like that.”

Launo perked his head up to meet his gaze. While Arcadius was usually serious and controlled during training at school, Larc always seemed to have genuine excitement about swords when it came to him. The bright smile on his face caused his cheeks to warm and he immediately flipped his head back to hide it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Launo!” Larc ran off into the night, a cobblestone streets in the distance swallowing his figure.

“See you...” Launo whispered.

He lay in the dirt a moment longer—his mother would probably berated him for the stains again—when he finally got up and looked at the claymore in the log. He walked up to it and observed it further, it was another a sixth of the way deep. He glanced at Larc’s log, which was nearly split in two, and sighed. Then he glanced back at his own work.

“Well, it’s better than when I first started I guess...” Launo mumbled.

No one responded.

The boy let out a huff, and gripped the sword again in his hands.

“But I can do better.”

By the time Launo was 16 he was finally beating his classmates with ease, specializing in longswords, axes, and hammers. And while he definitely still “sucked ass” in things like archery and lance work—to which some boys still teased him for—he found overtime that he no longer cared about what they thought. They had their strengths, and he had his. And to top it off, absolutely no one in the academy could make a lemon cookie like him. So at least he had the best in show for that angle.

Even years later, after certain incidents transpired concerning House Hartell, Launo always welcomed Larc to his house for “training.” Although after a while, it would be hard to still call it that when a large chunk of time is really just spent running their fingers through each other’s hair.

“But we’re friends, right?”

“Yeah.”

And even years after graduating as part of the top ten in his class and working as a knight, some of his old classmates would tease him for being the “rich boy’s lap dog,” Launo would find that he still really didn’t care—after a punch or two was thrown, of course. He found that his new lack of anxiety and concern heavily stemmed from that night, when Larc had told him about his envy for choice and satisfaction. Thinking back at the memory of his handling with a sword and his happy little smile once made Launo blush so hard his father teased him about it for the rest of his life—his mother claimed he went so red he would fit right in with the tomato stew. One of these days, Launo would pay Larc back for the endless teasing he got from his parents. And pay Larc back he would, indeed.

I mean, he already had the ring.