#I’m putting this in this blog for visibility tbh

[straight-to-the-pain]

(There’s also a transfem guide btw)

I’m not in the US so I don’t know what the laws around around T possession without a prescription there (and they likely vary by state) but hypothetically speaking, possessing a vial of T for personal use is not going to be the authorities’ biggest problem and I can’t say I’ve heard of anyone getting into serious trouble for it in the community. Obviously, you should be aware of the risks and how you particular marginalisation can amplify those risks (we know Black men in the us are disproportionately criminalised for possession of drugs) but DIY T is real and out there :)

As a trans guy I'm really worried about maintaining access to T. I live in a safe state but I know how quickly things can change in a matter of months to years, so.. I'm worried. That being said, what do you know of DIY HRT? I know that cis guys sometimes use T and I doubt they always go through their doctor, so I'm curious how that works.

I don't want to have to do this, but I figured I should at least know the gist of it should I ever need to or if someone I know is in the same situation.

P.S thank you for being here for everyone who has questions. It means a lot 🩵

As a fellow trans guy, I feel you. Note that while the following looks like advice, it is for educational purposes only, and you are using this information at your own risk.

The following is listed from least to most illegal:

Probably your absolute best bet (especially if you pass) is to get a doctor that can prescribe T for male hypogonadism (low T). Now, this is probably not going to be an in-person doctor for two reasons. One is that they will probably do a testicular exam, which will give things away. Second, most electronic medical records link up these days, so any doctor treating you will be able to pull your medical records and find out you're trans.

One possible way around this is telehealth, which has boomed since the pandemic. Try googling "male hypogonadism telehealth" to check around for options. This will probably need to be paid out of pocket under a fake name if you want to ensure your account isn't linked. Make sure you know the symptoms of male hypogonadism, or come up with a story about how you're already diagnosed because you had mumps as a kid or something. Note that if they ask for a blood test, which they probably will, and you're not already out of T, skip your dose and take the test a few days later, so you test low. The nice thing about this is it gets you a diagnosis that can only be gotten if you're AMAB, so it lends credibility to your situation.

The next option is to stockpile some T while you still have access to it. Because T is controlled, the most T you can have in your possession is a 6-month prescription (otherwise you risk a 4th degree felony). However, if the prescription is written for 1-ml vials and your dose is 0.5ml/week and the prescription says to "discard vial after 1 dose" you can technically have up to a year (because in theory, you're throwing away 0.5ml of T each time you inject- but you could also, in theory, keep it and use it as long as you were careful to clean the top with alcohol before you puncture it). Keep in mind that even if you happen to get more T than a year's worth, it's only good for about 3 years before it starts losing potency or may become contaminated.

The (far) next option is to find someone in the bodybuilding community and start asking around. Making it clear that you know how to do injections will get you to people who have T that they don't want to self-inject but may trade you (or at least sell to you) for doing their injections. This is your best bet for finding illegal T. Note that T is a (pretty dang) controlled substance. You and everyone involved in getting T to you is at significant legal risk (that 4th degree felony again).

Unfortunately even looking in the dark recesses of reddit I was not able to find a safe "recipe" for testosterone. Most of what is suggested is to buy T powder from overseas and compound it yourself into a cream. This is very very illegal and could be very dangerous if you don't do it correctly. I'm not going to talk about it here because I don't understand it enough. Also it's really freaking illegal.

Note: If you haven't yet had a hysterectomy, I suggest you do everything in your power to keep a functioning ovary. That way if you do lose access to T, you won't lose bone density. If you have already gotten your ovaries removed, talk to a doctor about low-dose hormones to maintain bone density.

[juniperdugong]

Hi again!! Thanks for the American and Gojo squad! Now I’m just gonna wing it cause this idea makes me all giddy but can you do the Gojo squad reacting to their new American friend offering to make bentos for them cause they interested in cooking. (Cause I would do this for them) thank you!!

A/N: Let's all thank @broad-strokes87 for keeping the JJK part of my blog active 🙇‍♀️😌

When their American friend offers to make them bentos!

Incl: Teen Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara

GOJO - HESITANT AF - But would graciously accept your offer (he's shaking in his boots) - Discreetly shows you different cookbooks, homemade recipes he likes, etc. under the guise of educating but he just really doesn't want you to mess up or be embarrassed by your attempts - Will definitely poke at it like it's alien food once he gets his hands on his bento - Expecting it to taste bad - Is visibly shocked when it tastes good - "Cut the cameras... You're actually really good at this..." - It's honestly disheartening to see how relieved and surprised he is, he really thought you were gonna basically poison him - Inhales the rest of his food and has the nerve to pick off of the others bentos and ask if you have more - Doesn't have any decorum when asking you to bring him bentos from now on (will put on a cute act to get you to say yes... eventually will offer money for your services)

GETO - Accepts graciously and sweetly - Offers to help you out and figure out what goes into a bento if you want him to - Teases you a bit in the days leading to you bringing in the bentos - "Thought you said you'd try and make us something good? Not lying are you?" - Always makes sure you know he's joking though - If any of the others are actually pressuring you to make them he tells them to back off and always gives a reassuring smile - Slightly cocky when you give him his bento because it's so nicely prepared (he thinks it's due to his guidance) - Is pleasantly surprised when everything tastes really nice - With every bite, he's acting like it's the best thing he's ever tasted in order to boost your confidence - "Tell me when you're feeling like doing this again, I really enjoyed everything."

SHOKO - Confused as to why you would want to try something like that in the first place but concedes and is happy that you'd make something for her - Another one who is keen on helping you but actually gives you good advice instead of pressuring you to make good food or looking over you like master to an apprentice - Would even offer to show you how to make simple bento dishes in the kitchen you want her to - Helps you dissect bentos and lowkey gives you lessons on how things should be and what pairs well with what - Is impressed when you bring the bentos in but not entirely surprised (she knows you worked hard) - Gives small critiques but praises you soooo much as well - "You did really well for your first time doing bento's and you made so many for all of us too!" - Gives you a pat on the back for your work and offers you some of her candy as a "dessert"

NANAMI - "I'm good but thank you for offering." - Refuses vehemently at first and doesn't realize that it hurt your feelings when he does so -Haibara has to convince him to say yes eventually (Haibara is much more likely to notice you sulking than Nanami tbh) - Doesn't push you to make good on your words in the following days, low-key hopes that you forgot - It's really not so much that he wouldn't want a bento from you but he doesn't want you to go through all the hassle for him - Completely surprised when you actually give him a bento - Gives a full-scale review of every dish at your request - Laughs when you're dutifully taking in every word he's saying - "You don't have to take it seriously, it's good. You're food's good."

HAIBARA - The only enthusiastic and genuine "YES!" you get lmao - Honestly, he just likes food and even if you gave him something burnt to a crisp he would love it - Doesn't offer any help but tells you what his preference for dishes are - Is super worried if he's pressured you to make his favorite stuff though so he immediately apologizes - "No no no, I meant that I'd like anything you're willing to make! You really don't have to make what I want just because I said so!" - When he gets his bento and sees some of his favorite stuff he tears up thinking that you did it because of him - Thanks you up, down, and sideways for the meal - Buys you snacks for the rest of the week because he's still worried about pressuring you - Also, swears that your bento is even more delicious than the ones he would get from his mom when he was younger

A/N: This one was so cute!! I'll be real, I think Haibara might be ooc but what do y'all think?? We didn't get much of him but he's still my baby boy and I write him as such!!

Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

Taglist (OPEN): @iluvmattyb

[yandere-sins]

So I thought I’d give a little life-update as there’s a lot going on at the moment and I think it’s visible on my blog as well. Maybe the positives first:

I do really like my new work, I like that I have set hours (even if I do overtime here and there) and though it got incredible stressful the last few weeks, I think the four people that work in my office space are the coolest in the whole company and I love the support I am getting, it’s something I always wanted for my work-life tbh! My dog is also doing very fine, she’s really a total sweetheart and I wouldn’t know what to do without her, and at least I, myself, am doing pretty okay-ish physically, so nothing to complain there.

Now to the negatives.

Unfortunately, my mom’s cancer returned but is quite hard to pinpoint. She went back to an even more aggressive chemotherapy and we’re hoping for the best. Honestly, I don’t wish cancer on anyone, it’s such a tough battle and even just as the primary caretaker it’s been really hard to deal with for me, luckily I have grandparents and a brother who all deal with it and help and support, so that’s good! My mental health though is suffering. It’s biting my own butt now, but I cancelled therapy to focus on work at the beginning of this year and now my therapist is fully booked, so I will have to sit out this month probably. I am telling that because that’s the reason I am struggling with concentrating on one thing for a long time, which includes writing, which explains the fluctuation of posts you are seeing, since I try to get requests and drafts done on the weekend when there’s less stress. Sadly only works like 30% of the time...

Going forward I have decided to indefinitely pause commissions. I have noticed that they put too much pressure with the deadline and expectancy on me when I am already struggling and sometimes need a day to myself. I can’t say when they’ll come back, but thank you all so much for your interest and support, it’s always a pleasure to write your ideas and I never had a bad experience with commission ♥

Good news for Mermay: it’s still happening! ... buuuut I am shortening the story I came up with. I think I was too ambitious with the three routes I teased, so I am trying to figure out how to ensure that it won’t drag out as much as Atreo’s story last year. Unfortunately, the start will be delayed some more, but we were going to celebrate Mer-June anyway, so at this point it probably doesn’t make as much difference (’:

Because the question arose a few times already, I will not be playing Honkai Star Rail. It has a few reasons, but the main one is I don’t have the time. Sorry to everyone who asked about it, but it’s just not the right time for me at the moment! ): I’ll probably be miserable again later when everyone has moved on to it and I am stuck behind but I have to make cuts somewhere ;;

I actually have some commissions and requests that I haven’t released yet, so I will try to schedule some of these in the meantime while I work out how to go about stuff. If you’ve been around for a while you probably know I like routines that’s why it’s always important for me to build them and keep them up. Other than that, I’ll probably focus on Mermay and my own writing projects which will happen rather irregularly. No guarantees on posting, sadly ):

I do realize tho that it just isn’t always possible to keep up frequency of posts and interactions I had when I started this blog, as much as it saddens me. I have to prioritze my real life before my internet presence (and I really need to not feel guilty about taking breaks from everything ever so often ;;), so if you see me vanishing for a few days, it’s just that really.

Thank you everyone who stuck around and supports this blog ♥ There’s another big milestone coming up veeery soon and I am always in awe that so many people would stay to read my silly little stories!! If you have some time and don’t mind waiting for a response, I’m always happy to chat and answer questions, so please don’t hesitate to hit me up!

Thanks everyone ♥

[rowanthestrange]

Foster Pup Blog:

How I ate breakfast this morning

We survived the night!

Given his trauma reactions to being locked in, we aren’t shutting him in his Secret Den yet, so the middle-ground we’re going for is having him in the living room overnight. …obviously that also has a shut door, and his separation anxiety won’t be having that (and nothing’s ever fully day one puppy proof), so I get to move temporarily onto the sofa. Depending on how long he’s here, the plan is that he gets used to the crate enough we can first drop the blanket down like a door, then add the door, then remove me. Or failing that, work out the majority of unsupervised puppy-proofing problems, give the sofas up for lost and get to be happy if they don’t get chewed up, and slowly move me out of the room that way.

But he did manage to last a whole night from around 11pm to 6:30am without waking up for a walk about. And while we did have a little full-bladder accident this morning he did really tried to hold it and we’d have probably made it if I hadn’t chanced trying to put my hoodie on first. (We’re on the second story so it’s not as instant out as we’d like, but he’s already got the idea).

He does woof at just about everything, which we’re trying to positively train out, but given everything it might take a while, which we may or may not have. And he seems to have an understandably wonky view of ‘object permanence’. If my husband goes behind a door or upstairs, the little lad hears noises and woofs at him like it’s a stranger until he sees him. Makes sense. He’s been in kennels with their many entrances and exits and huge variety of people working there. The humans in his life must have seemed completely random and unknowable to him. When he woke up this morning (and bear in mind I’m not one to anthropomorphise) he slid out of bed, butt first, had a little sleepy look around, and when he noticed me you could see the shock and surprise in his eyes, and he then rushed up for cuddles. He must’ve grown to enjoy being with so many people, and then they leave again. With a human baby we try to limit their number of primary caregivers to prevent attachment disorders; probably something similar for puppers.

The rescue people are still all but forging the adoption papers. Even the foster care coordinator is pushing for it, though you’d think that’d reduce our utility (“sometimes I might want a dog fostered alongside another - if he can do it then there’s nothing stopping that”) and oh he is lush. But the thing I think is weird is…ok I’m trained to some degree in dog and animal care (and frankly the childcare I think also counts, a lot of similarities tbh except sadly not allowed to clicker-train the toddlers), and yes I’ve got time, flexibility, and enough income to cover sudden basic needs/medical care. But I don’t think we’re that special - those are standards the forms want you to meet. It’s just one of those things where you’re thinking what the usual clientele on the list for adopting a rescue puppy are like then? Cus I’d have thought we’d be average really, our home and garden setup isn’t great, and we had to cart our big old border collie/doberman cross in the back seats of a clapped-out Mini that didn’t even have back doors and he had to climb through the front ones (and we’re still transporting this little lad in the same one! Though actually do plan to get another now cus it’s costing new car money to fix it at this point). I don’t know, it’s just like…you know when you see visible emotional relief in a service worker’s eyes when something goes wrong and you’re nice to them, and you’re like ‘fuck I thought this was normal politeness levels, what are people usually like to you?’ That. At the end when I pulled the tape-measure out of my pocket in our first meeting with him so I could size what harness he’d need, one of them literally went “yeah I want you to have him”. But I don’t know, maybe a baseline awareness of what you’re getting into is not actually the default I think it is. Might be Autisming. Just because you think through details of needs and how something might work in a full flow-diagram mega tree of options, doesn’t mean everyone does.

And I do think he is going to be a bit more of a pickle than they think with these early impermanence trauma complications, more so than pure simple separation anxiety I think. And I suppose we would just be adding another stone to that wall, with him leaving us for yet another brand new set of humans… Or is that just justifying myself?

(Though one more neutral thing is that he lies flat with frog-legs a lot:)

(EDS people recognise that hypermobility? They’ll be able to check him for hip dysplasia/its level if so when he gets snipped, but our vet friend is at least a little unsure on their health and wants him on joint supplements if he stays (a lot easier than Brigsy since this one isn’t allergic to seafood). And we do know what his therapy exercise needs and the hydrotherapy people well)

How do you know whether to trust that people see something right in you? Or is that also a form of arrogance - not trusting other’s assessment of you? Bah. Sorry. This is what happens when I start actually blogging on the blogging site.

Have some compensatory puppy pictures:

[philhoffman]

Watched A Most Wanted Man (2014) for a special Monday Philm this week—since last March, I’ve been rewatching all of PSH’s films in chronological order and this one completes the cycle (I know, the Mockingjays were released later, but I grouped The Hunger Games films together for my own continuity).

To be completely honest I spent most of this rewatch counting how many cigarettes Günther Bachmann smokes throughout the film (keeping a real pen-and-paper tally in my movie-watching notebook)—the answer is about 22. Real ones, the herbal cigarettes Phil said he was smoking all day anyway. There is much to be said about the cinematic value of smoking cigarettes—and I plan on writing more about that at some point!—but man there’s no doubt not many people (if anyone) do it better than him. It’s so much a part of Bachmann, of Hoffman—his breath made visible, hanging in the air. Cinema!

“We find them. We become their friends, their brothers, their fathers, their lovers, if we must.”

Still one of my favorite films, even more so since I read the book a few months ago. Surprisingly high rewatchability factor, especially if you’re like me and generally do not know what’s going on in espionage stories ever. I think I’ve finally caught up to this one—but the tension is so thick, I still find myself half-hoping, half-begging, “Maybe it will go right this time, maybe it will end differently, maybe he will not walk away.”

Watching all of Phil Hoffman’s films in chronological order was supposed to give me some kind of insight into his development as an actor, the various periods and patterns of his career, his artistic growth. But really, pretty early on, I kinda forgot I was supposed to be thinking about that. I just loved being surprised by what was next on my schedule, seeing him for a few extra hours each week. Lately I’ve been thinking about how Phil made watching films very easy on us, the viewer—he is so good, it’s so natural, you can forget you’re watching PSH the actor and instead witness a real soul brought to life from a screenplay, he suspends your disbelief for you and you go willingly—and also so very hard—how does someone breathe life into a few lines on paper like that? why do I see myself in this character I’ve been told to hate, to be repulsed by? why can’t I look away, why is this painful, why am I still thinking about it days and weeks and years later? He always delivered, from that youthful (over)exuberance, a palpable excitement like static on your screen, to the quieter, more mature gravity he found later in his career (The Master, A Most Wanted Man). His entire life he gave it 110% and then some.

The first time I watched his filmography through, I did it in random order, whatever I felt like that week. This time was (mostly) chronological. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, except I know I’m not ready to give this series up quite yet. It’s been over two years now and it’s hard to imagine not having something to look forward to on otherwise bleak Monday nights. And no, as my family and friends have asked, I don’t get tired of them. The volume of his work is so extensive and the material is so wide-ranging, there’s always something I’m craving or haven’t seen in over a year. Tbh I’ve missed the 90s lately—it’s been months since I’ve sat down to watch almost any of them, I miss that buoyancy and his babyface.

I’ve been thinking about doing a little less in these posts—collecting and editing the stills and writing the reviews is time-consuming (and sometimes emotionally taxing) late on a work night and how much, really, can I say about Patch Adams (my beloved)? But, idk. “And the zen master says, we’ll see.”

Over two years of Monday Philms and this blog, which I kinda started as a place to put these reviews, has a couple hundred followers now. Thank you for being here for this journey. But I can’t take much credit for that—I think, I hope, most of y’all are here because of Phil, his work, his life as a brilliant artist and a sweet, handsome, generous person, all the ways he’s inspired and understood you. I like to think we have a nice little community built around that shared love. For me, I am forever indebted to him. My life is changed in every way—fuller, better, more loving and relentless—because it’s now intertwined with his. Thank you Phil so much for everything I love you <3

[antiquesintheattic]

ty for the tag @pleasuresoftheharbor !!

Name: well my full name is alexis but i really only ever go by lexi cause alexis feels too formal haha

Sign: pisces but i’m not really into astrology so idk what that means for me! lol!

Time: 11:23am as i’m typing this

Last movie: blood simple! very pretty looking and cinematic

Last show: wait truthfully i don’t even know… usually i’m in a movies or a shows phase and currently i’ve just been watching a lot more movies

When I created this blog: 2017 baby! but i didn’t start regularly posting like i do now until January 2022

Other blogs: oh boy. i have one i made for my own personal posts but now i just put them here, one for my art, one for old flickr posts (i have no idea if i’ll keep up with that one though and will probably just continue posting them on here as well), and one for like cringey fandom stuff that i will NEVER release the url for lmaooo it’s just an archive for myself mainly

Do I get asks much: noooo </3 and tbh i don’t even know if my ask box is visible? idk i think i’ve gotten 2 though so it must be!

Average hours of sleep: hmmm probably around 7. but like i sleep from 3am-10am so it’s not anything to be tooooo proud of haha

Instruments: i started learning guitar but i don’t have the discipline to do it by myself so i’d love to get into some proper lessons !

What i’m wearing: just the most atrocious combination imaginable. absolutely abominable. i’m wearing black camo sweatpants that i was wearing yesterday and a large red white and blue flannel that doesn’t even almost match <3 it’s okay they were my pj’s and at least i’m comfy

Dream job: i would love to do something creative like photography, music, art, or anything in that realm. what would be super could would be making album art for bands or like being a rock photographer omg. ross half i’m i’m coming for your job. i love rock music obviously so it’d be fun to be in the scene but i lack the skills needed to be a musician hehe

i will tag: @westerberg @rutles and @adventure1978 (SORRY I KEEP TAGGUNG UIU WHEN YOUVE ARWADY BEEN TAGGED OOPS) but definitely don’t feel pressured for this one ik it’s a lot of stuff about yourself ❤️❤️

[rileyslibrary]

hii. i agree that it was really unfair what you were accused of.

first, i went to read the fic in question and no, you in no way romanticized any substance abuse. and second, this one you may disagree with, but i feel that there is a trivialization of the term romanticize. people think that the simple act of writing about is a romanticization of the act of using drugs. honestly? i think not talking about these things simply makes everything worse. and of course it all depends on how you write about it, but as i said earlier: you didn’t romanticize.

it’s difficult to know someone's intentions through a screen, but also simply accusing people of being romanticizing drug use is something serious. a lot of people use tumblr as an escape valve, stories to escape from reality. i can only imagine that maybe the person is going through something similar and would like to read a story with the message that "everything will be fine". but once again, it is difficult to draw conclusions through a screen. the mass requests can also be for many reasons. i don't know exactly why to make such a fuss.

and everything becomes even more unfair when she with such visibility makes this post unnecessary and that could attract hate for you. yes, she apologized, but the post is still there. and not everyone wants to know all sides of the story, so even though she apologized, you can still receive hate cause of her… anyway, if you need support, i’m here ✌️

First of all, thank you for reading the entire piece and drawing your own conclusions from it. 🙏

I wrote a five-page essay as an answer to you, but I ended up repeating everything you said in agreement. So I prefer to let your POV shine instead.

And I’ll add one more thing: I think all this shitstorm derived from the fact that the request wasn’t exclusive to one person, whomever that was. I can’t explain it in any other way other than entering a room and seeing five other people wearing the same clothes as you. It’s shitty and a totally reasonable reaction, especially when it comes to creative writing and all that process that one goes through to write a piece.

But to screenshot a part of it and put it out there, out of context? Nah. The fetishisation of drugs was just an excuse and my fic was the scapegoat.

I haven’t received any hate yet, which makes me quite happy tbh. But as soon as I got your request, I decided to disable the anon option for a while. Sometimes, ignorance can be bliss. Sometimes.

Also, please bear in mind that you might get some hate because of this. I followed you from my main so I can be there for you if that happens.

You’re awesome; thank you for all your support and for having my back. You deserve all the chocolates in the world, both you and the anon below. 🍫

P.S: if anyone that follows my blog sends anon hate because of this, they better unfollow me before i figure out who they are. They don’t align with my values and I’m better off without them.

[paperback-rascal]

I saw that you answered an ask about writing for the 347th battalion a while back and said no. But do you collect your comics anywhere else so they can more easily be read in long-form format? Possibly with your notes? (I know I've seen some folks put their comics on ao3 or a free tier of patron, for ex)

Short answer: No. I don’t.

Long answer is under the cut

I don’t store my 347th comics anywhere else, 347th is Tumblr (almost)exclusive as I sometimes post pieces I’m the most proud of on my deviantART gallery.

Some of my works end up on Pinterest, but that’s without my permission and those are mostly stuff featuring canon characters from TCW/TBB, not my OCs... but that’s well... Internet for you.

TBH, I never intended to make anything more coherent with the concept! I though I’ll be done with the idea after the initial drawing, but people seemed to like 347th shenanigans so I make more stuff.

The catch of doing it that way is there is no rhyme nor reason to what’s created and in what order. While notes are just... notes - they are nothing to write home about. Especially since, I DO often add necessary infodump for more context under my works - some of those are hidden under the cut/read more if they are lengthy, tho. Not to mention I owe a lot of thanks to @kalm5, for allowing me to bounce ideas off of them, thus helping me shape 347th to what it is now (a lot of clones’ names were their suggestion)!

As for the “collection” aspect - I do have a MASTERLIST post -> [LINK] <- containing most of my works. It’s frequently updated and has it’s own sub-section dedicated to 347th. There is also a dedicated hashtag (#347th Regiment) for the Regiment, so if you search for it at the search bar of my blog all of them will pop-up. I have my archive page of my blog enabled. My asks are opened if you have any additional questions. So yeah... I don’t think it’s necessary to post my stuff in other places, especially since people are not so eager to view content with OCs as some of you think they are.

All in all, it’s all for fun and I never intended to get “serious” with the concept... unless LucasArts hire me to draw comics about 347th, which is highly unlikely also working for a big corporation doesn’t work that way!

Also... bold for you to assume I have a Patreon!

If you want to support me, I’d appreciate if you just... reblog posts you like. Not only to make them more visible on this hellsite (as word-of-the-mouth is *the <<only>> way* to make content creators visible on Tumblr), but also because I kind of gauge people’s interest based on the engagement.

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The OP was referring to this ask -> [LINK] <-

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See more posts about 347th regiment here -> [LINK] <-

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[softpine]

aw thank you!! i just gave them one outfit with cc, since it’s the outfit they wear the most often and i don’t want to overload my gameplay save with cc. i have a whole separate mods folder and everything to keep myself in check lol

whenever i get the chance to retcon things and call this time period the 2000s, i take the opportunity 😌 even if it’s just gameplay

we have the same eye color for sure and i can see the nose too! i wish i had his teeth tho 😭 the only picture i have of myself from this angle is when i was drunk off my ass FJSJDKSJ enjoy this cursed image

@maturation​ hmmm not really :( i wrote some tips here for making teenagers look like teenagers, but it’s even harder to make them look like preteens 😭 i think the only time i pulled it off was with casper, and that was really just because he has a baby face without trying. i didn’t even try with asa because he’s so big, i just did a time skip to avoid the whole thing. i’m sorry i can’t help more!! it’s such a huge limitation of the sims :/

hey! i thought i had removed everything by pandasama, but there was actually a file called “animation_injector_changingtable” in my mods folder that was causing problems. delete it, then delete localthumbcache, then reload the game to see if it worked :) otherwise my other problem was an outdated TOOL mod, i thought i updated it but i actually downloaded an old version! (btw, pandasama’s other stuff works fine now, i put it all back after i finished testing. just make sure to update the childbirth mod if you have that)

@moresimming​ omg thank you so much 🥺 not to sound morbid, but making people cry because of my story is the biggest compliment fjksjds media that makes me cry is genuinely my favorite thing, so hearing that i can do the same thing for someone else is awesome. i’m so happy you’re enjoying it!! thank you ;-; 💖💖

yes it’s a main blog!! i would 1000000% recommend creating a new account for your simblr! it’s huuuge for visibility. it would be really hard for people to follow you back if your main blog is the one whose url is showing up; most people won’t go to the effort of clicking on your blog to find out if you have a simblr somewhere else. i created a separate email so that i could keep my personal blog as my main blog, but still have a new account for simblr :) also if you use firefox (which everyone should tbh), you can use the containers extension so that you don’t have to log in and out of your accounts all the time, you can just open them in two tabs!

↓ GHOST STUFF BELOW, trigger warnings apply ↓

right??? that’s the first question i wanted to ask, but honestly i don’t know if i want the answer fjksjds i’ll just choose to believe that ghosts know the concept of privacy 😌

okay it's kinda funny you said this because... well i don't want to give too much detail but i used to live between a historic cemetery, an honest to god abandoned psychiatric facility, and a building that's known to be one of the most haunted places in the state. but i still never felt or saw ANY ghosts. that's why i didn't believe for so long, because how can i be in the freaking bermuda triangle of ghost activity and never see one?? i'm still mad about it lmao, whether i believe in them or not, i've always wanted to see a ghost so bad. especially if they're just lonely! come to me and we can chill lol

oh wow yeah it’s always freaky when people who don’t seem like the type to believe in this kind of stuff tell you stories like this; it adds a new layer of credibility if you can eliminate all other options. like when people are grieving their loved ones, it’s normal to see/hear/smell them everywhere, and when you’re living in that fog of grief, you can mistake a lot of things for ghost activity that are actually just a result of you looking for patterns to make sense of it all. and i still think this is the case most of the time. i remember when my grandma died, my mom was understandably a complete mess, and she was always misplacing things in that time. but to this day, she still claims it was my grandma who was moving her water bottle, turning the stove on, etc. i’m still (and always will be) a very science minded person, so i’m always going to look at the other explanations first. sorry that was a tangent lmao but my point is, it’s always weird when someone down to earth says stuff like this. that would be so sad, but at least he was able to comfort them a little bit :( what an awful way to go :(

[withleeknow]

this is a bit random and you don't have to answer, but as someone who follows you both on here and on your bts blog im a bit curious as to why you decided to focus on writing for skz more now. I don't say this in a negative way im just genuinely curious 🤧 and I don't know if this has been answered before but I'd love to know about how you got into skz and how minho became your bias 🫶 I love everything you write about him!! your love for him is really visible in the way you write him and I think that's what makes it so good 🥹

it actually makes me v giddy when someone tells me they follow both blogs 🥹 i’d be happy to answer this heheheh

the main reason why i’m writing more for skz (mostly lino) at the moment is just bc that’s where the inspiration is coming from right now, and that has been really refreshing! the tannies are on hiatus so i figured it might also be a good time for me to take a little break too and try out new things

as for how i got into skz/lino, heheheheheh 😈 tbh after i got into kpop again, i was only keeping up with the tannies and i knew essentially nothing about any of the other groups (skz included). tho you might’ve noticed that i was starting to get into txt back in august/september (i love them and they’re my babies but i don’t really stan them the same way i do with the tannies and skz). anywhomst, idk if you knew about the obs discord server, but in the server we used to do movie nights where we would rewatch run bts and suchwita. there was one day where not everyone could attend and i didn’t want them to miss out on us watching run bts so we just played random videos and compilations and i started putting on lino fancams (at that point i had been intrigued by him after seeing some gifs of him at the vma’s on my dash eheheheh) and i wanted to scratch that itch a lil bit. we had a couple of people in the server who were also skz stans so it was fun watching with them! and they put on skz music for us to listen to. and i fell in love with mimo in that one night lmao 🤣 and i have been Down Bad ever since <3

thank you so much tho, this was a really cute message 🥺 truly made my day ever since i read it this morning. i’m so glad you’re enjoying my fics over here as well ilyyy

[pookieace]

fated to be together

pairing : fem!reader x levi ackerman

contains : DARK CONTENT AHEAD! please read with caution! modern!au, yandere!levi, feels like ooc levi too but it's meant to come across as him having a major soft spot for the reader, small age gap (in my brain levi's around 28 and reader is about 23) one sided pining (?), stalking in a way, non-con, dub-con (i'm tagging both just to be safe), panty sniffing, panty stealing, slight violence (he knocks the reader out but it's not graphic), fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, dumbification, creampie, possessive levi, he's a bit of a creep oopsies? i think that's all but please tell me if i've missed anything!

word count : 10.3k ( i can't believe i wrote this much wtf)

summary : it's a small world, because years later you find yourself becoming neighbours with levi once again, and he finds himself developing feelings for you, believing that fate had something to do with you two meeting once again.

omg okay i put my entire pussy into this fic tbh 😟fhjfkdh something about pervy levi makes me <3 AAAH i'm actually proud of this one not gonna lie. happy bday to levi 🥺 this ones for you my short bf <3 LMAOO anywayssss– this is proofread by me, but no guarantees i fixed everything so yeah, ignore any mistakes! likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

Levi felt like he was going insane. Could he possibly be seeing things? No. He wasn’t that crazy… Was he? Maybe he was going blind– No, that was a stupid thought.

“Levi…? Holy shit–! I haven’t seen you in years!” The sound of a box hitting the floor makes Levi snap out of his daze, finally being able to focus on the person that was now jogging up to his frozen figure.

Oh my god… It was you. So he wasn’t seeing things, huh?

“____? H-Hey. It’s– Uh yeah, been… A while for sure.” He knows he could make more of an effort to sound excited – But the poor man was just so shocked that you were really there. Right in front of him. Face to face.

You were the younger sister of Levi’s closest friends, Hange. The two of you had grown up in neighbouring houses, seeing each other practically every day since Hange wasn’t capable of leaving Levi alone for more than five minutes. He had moved out of home after he finished university, which was a couple years ago along with your sibling and you hadn’t seen him since. Though the postcards he sent your family during the holiday seasons always made you smile, happy that he remembered you and your parents enough to do that even though he wasn’t entitled to.

“Mhm! Must be like… What? Three or four years?” You trailed off for a moment, trying to think back to the last time you saw Levi, then speaking up just as excited as before once you figured it out. “Three and a half years! How’re you? How’ve you been?”

“Yeah… Yeah I’ve uh, I’ve been good. Living, working, you know. Earning money and all that stuff.”

“Yeah? I’m really glad to hear that! This is sooo weird though–” Your hands flick towards him and then back at yourself, repeating the motion a couple of times to get your point across. “This is so weird. We’re neighbours– Again!”

“Small world, huh?”

“Oh shit– Sorry! You’re all dressed up. You… Must be going to work?”

Levi glances down at his watch and visibly holds back a sigh. He was going to be late. “I was, yeah.” He straightens himself up, pulling down the sleeves of his suit and fixing his tie (even though he really didn’t need to). “Hey, it’s actually really good to see you again. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, yeah kid?”

You snort at the nickname he gave you. Immediately it brings back memories from your childhood and you can’t help but smile, giving Levi a wave as he walks off towards the elevator. “I know and I won’t! I’ll see you soon.”

Levi was so thankful he was the only one in the elevator, back hitting the wall and he let out the sigh that he’d been holding back for the last five minutes, finally.

“Holy shit.” He whispers. Only now did it really occur to him that it was really you. It really was a small world, and on top of being late– No thanks to Levi’s stupid alarm clock, he needed a new one really, it had failed him too many times and he could not afford to have his perfect schedule ruined again– He had to now work for eight hours, dealing with god knows how many annoying people while the image of you smiling kept flashing behind his eyes every time he blinked.

This was going to be a long day.

While Levi headed to work, you skipped over to the box you had dropped earlier out of excitement, gasping a little when you remembered there were picture frames in it. “Oh, thank god.” You exhaled with relief once you realised nothing had been broken, mentally scolding yourself for being so hyper and just dropping it out of nowhere.

The first thing you did when you entered your new apartment was open the windows and breathe in the fresh air from the balcony. You’d finally done it, finally moved out into your dream apartment, and now you were able to live your life the way you wanted, like a proper adult.

The silence was interrupted by a rather loud rumbling sound from your tummy. Your hand gave it a little pat as if to calm it down as you glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:04am. You’d been awake for a couple hours due to the excitement of moving into your new place and all you ate earlier was a muffin from the bakery down the street, and you needed some food in your stomach to become a functioning member of society.

Seeing as there was absolutely nothing in your fridge yet, apart from two cans of coke and a bottle of water, ordering food seemed like the easiest way to make yourself happy.

You took a seat on the couch in what will become the living room once you’ve unpacked all your things, waiting for your food to arrive. You let out a soft sigh as your body finally relaxed for the first time that morning. Moving was a fucking pain honestly, and you could not wait for it to all be over and done with.

You let your thoughts wander to your neighbour, Levi Ackerman. It brought a smile to your face. Seeing him again after so many years felt almost strange but somehow very comforting at the same time. Being in a brand new town was scary to say the least, but you could be at peace knowing there was someone here that you knew, someone that you would be able to lean on if things got rough on your own.

And in a split moment, you had an idea.

Rummaging around in your backpack, you found a pen and paper, quickly scribbling down a couple of sentences and walking back out of your place to slide the folded paper under Levi’s door and hoping he’d notice it.

It was just after 8pm when Levi finally got home, slightly scowling because the traffic was unbearable. He could have been home by seven, but no.

“Dumb fuckin’ drivers.” He murmurs under his breath, pulling out his key and unlocking the door to his apartment, The crinkling of paper underneath his shoes caught his attention. Bending down, he picked it up and unfolded it, reading it aloud (a bad habit, he could never read in his brain, the words get “too jumbled together” according to him).

Whenever you’re free from work, dinner at mine? I’ve learnt how to cook now! Come by at 7pm! Don’t be late, otherwise I get hangry… Let me know :) I’m free pretty much any day!

– The “kid” (I’m not a kid anymore by the way, but I’ll still let you call me that since ilu)

Levi smiled softly as he read through the note, eyes squinting as he got to the “ilu”. He did his best, he really did. Using all his brain power he had in that moment (there wasn’t much after a shitty day at work mind you) but it was too late for him to be thinking that hard, and he was not about to decode what that meant, not today anyway. He took off his shoes with the heels of his feet and walked to the kitchen bench, pulled out a pen from his bag, popping the cap open and he jotted down a reply with the neatest handwriting he could muster.

Saturday is my next day off. I’d love to have dinner. Also, my number is below in case you need to contact me. See you around.

– Levi.

Levi slid the paper under your door like you had done before. He would have knocked, but he knew how painful and annoying moving was and assumed you must have been asleep by now.

Eventually, Saturday rolled around after a long week. A long week for Levi, at least.

He stared at himself in the mirror – Black button down with grey pants seemed okay for dinner, right? He shook his head to get his hair into place, deciding it’ll do since he didn’t want to overthink about what outfit to wear, especially after already changing three times before he picked out the one he was wearing now. He didn’t even put this much effort into going on dates, so he wasn’t particularly sure why he was trying to put in so much effort for you…

He cleared his throat before knocking on your door, adjusting and playing around with the rings on his fingers as he waited for you to open up nervously.

“Door’s open!” You yelled, too occupied with dirty hands as you tried handling the melting chocolate in your hands.

Levi let himself in, making sure the door was closed behind him properly. The smell of food immediately hit his nose, making his stomach growl and he was so glad you weren’t beside him right now, that would have been embarrassing.

“Hey! Sorry I didn’t open the door, I uh– Well… Yeah.” You motioned at the mess on the kitchen table and chocolate over your hands with a shy smile.

“”S okay, need any help?” He asks, rolling up his sleeves and going to put away the rings on his fingers, ready to help you but you shook your head.

“You’re the guest tonight. I’ll be fine. Just forgot to put the chocolate in the fridge before I started with dinner so it’s everywhere. But that’s fine! The brownies will still turn out edible.”

He nods back, a smile playing on his lips.

He exhaled quietly as he took a seat on the stools placed on the other side of the kitchen bench.

You’d finally finished mixing the batter together for the brownies, putting them in the oven before going to cut the vegetables for the main meal you’d be having and making sure to clean up the mess on the kitchen counter, remembering how Levi was always a bit of a clean freak. You needed to make a good impression after all.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Levi got lost in his thoughts. You really had grown up in the three or four years Levi hadn’t seen you.

That’s something he couldn’t really wrap his head around. He’d seen you grow up almost, from a kid to a teenager and now, an adult. Seeing you in the kitchen while you cut the carrots for the soup you’d be sharing really made Levi’s brain spin.

Or maybe it was the low cut top– No. No, why was he even looking there? He blinked a couple times, attempting to think about dinner to get the thought of your chest out of his mind. He shouldn’t be looking, it felt wrong. It was wrong. Was it? It was. It had to be. He’d never thought of you like that before… You were Hange’s younger sister… He was practically your older brother in a way, why did he look at your fucking che–

“Levi? Helloooo?” The waving hand in front of his face caught him off guard, almost falling off the stool he was seated on.

“Woah, careful there. You seemed like you were deep in thought.”

“Mm, a little. Just… Just work stuff.” He ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall back into place and looked back at you. “You were calling my name?”

“Yep! Wanted to ask yay or nay to coriander?” (Cilantro for the American’s, don't bully me ;-;)

“Yay. Obviously. I’m a man of taste.”

“So you are Mr Ackerman, so you are.” And with a nod, you tossed a couple of leafs into the soup and checked up on the rice that was cooking away.

“So, you cook now?” He asks, fingers tapping against the kitchen counter as he tries to make conversation.

“Every so often. Had to learn ‘cause I wanted to move out, you know? Takeout every night doesn’t sound very appealing to me anyway. How come?”

“Just askin’. Remember when you burnt yourself and refused to enter the kitchen for like a week?”

“You remember that–!? That’s embarrassing.”

For the first time in three years, you heard Levi laugh again. It was rare, you remembered that. The man barely smiled, even to your sibling, Hange, Levi would always scowl whenever they gave him a hug or ruffled his hair. Instead, he’d rather show his affection through other ways, little words of affirmation when you really needed them, even going as far as to bring your favourite snacks. But a laugh? You felt lucky, special, to hear that again. “How could I forget? It was hilarious.”

“Glad my childhood suffering is funny to you, Ackerman.”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just–” He stopped, catching his breath for a moment as his hand rested on his chest. “It was cute. You were terrified of the stove like it was the Boogeyman or something. Always asking Hange to cook you nuggets.”

“I was like five–”

“You were ten, actually.”

“Okay, I was ten, but it doesn’t mean I couldn’t be afraid of the stove at ten! That burn reaaaally hurt. Scarred me.”

“At least you learnt not to try to cook by yourself when you couldn’t even reach the stove.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You poke out your tongue at him, bursting out into laughter when Levi shook his head at your childish antics.

“Been wondering, did you move next to me because Hange mentioned it or, were you stalking me?”

“Stalking, duh.” Levi raises his eyebrows at you, almost like he was wondering if you were lying or not. He was so cute, gullible, which made pranks super fun to pull on him. “Levi– You’re as clueless as ever. It’s purely a coincidence, the rent was good and the block has a really nice view too. Hange didn’t mention you being here. Though if I’m being honest, I don’t even think they remember where your apartment is…”

Levi agrees, mentioning something about how it’s ‘not out of the ordinary for Hange to forget like that’.

It was reassuring the relationship Levi and you had as the both of you were growing up hadn’t changed very much. It was easy to fall back into the routine you two had before. Joking around as you continued to cook, poking fun at each other. The both of you spent dinner and dessert catching up on things, talking about family and personal lives happily, not a dull moment throughout the night.

“Oh, it’s getting late…” You noted, glancing at the time on your phone after Levi let out a small yawn, his nose scrunching up rather cutely. “You’ve had a long week, d’you wanna go and rest?”

“Is that okay? I feel like an old man because I’m yawning at 11:30.” He mumbles, attempting to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes.

“It’s ‘cause you are an old man.” You poke his stomach cheekily, standing up so you can walk him out.

“Barely older than you, kid.”

“Still old.” He gives you his legendary ‘tsk’ and flicks your forehead as gently as he could, smiling softly as you rub the spot with a small pout and call him a meanie.

“Thank you, for coming over for dinner and like, helping calm my nerves about this place, I guess? It’s a little scary being here alone, but the fact you’re here gives me… Warmth? It’s comforting. Your presence, it’s comforting.”

There was a silence between the both of you after what you had said. Panic surges through you and you look down at the ground, thinking you’d made him uncomfortable by being so open with your feelings and you quickly try to redeem yourself somehow.

“I-I’m sorry, that�� That was so weird and uncalled for, fuck. I’m sor–”

Levi cuts you off by placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “It’s not weird, I just didn’t know what to say.” He starts, tilting your chin upwards so he can look at your face. You’re welcomed with a smile, and it feels like the worry from before suddenly melted. “I’m glad. I’m glad that you feel comforted by me. If you ever need anything, I’m a door across yeah? You’ve got my number too.”

A couple of months pass and the two of you grow closer than you were before. Sometimes you would miss Levi before he heads to work. You’d learnt he wakes up at the ridiculous time of 6am, apparently he needs to keep in shape (even though he looks incredible already) and takes advantage of the building's gym on the lower floors.

You however, were not an early morning person, choosing to roll out of bed anytime after 10am. But the more you got to know Levi, the more of an effort you made to wake up a little earlier some days. Packing him a little lunchbox with a sandwich with a homemade muffin for his break so he’s not constantly buying from the overpriced cafe shop near the museum where he works.

He finds comfort in you too. Finding it comforting how you’re still the same person he knew. Always checking up on him and making sure he eats. Making him roll his eyes over the dumbest things you think of because you have no filter. The two of you get along so well after all these years and it makes Levi’s heart swell.

But Levi has a problem.

You’re not the little kid he knew from before, even though… You are?

You’re now grown up. An adult. Someone he can harbour feelings for– Actually. Someone he is harbouring feelings for.

Every passing day, your presence alone makes him feel things. Makes his heart thump a little louder in his chest, so loud it’s almost deafening. Even something as small as a smile, makes his brain all hazy. A gentle touch to his body, whether it’s a poke to his cheek or you playfully hitting his arm makes him want to kiss you.

It’s almost pathetic. He hasn’t felt this way in so long… So many years in fact, it’s a foreign feeling, but something he isn’t opposed to.

It almost feels… Illegal. Illegal for him to be thinking about you this way. But he just can’t help it. It’s perverted. The way he keeps looking at your chest regardless of what kind of shirt you’re wearing, is perverted. They look so soft, and all Levi wants to do is grab them, hold them in his palms while you sit on his lap, maybe even slide your top down just enough to expose them, enough to sink his teeth into the flesh and mark you up as his. Wanting to fuck them, coat them in a layer of his cum after leaving red hues all over them.

When did this perverted idea manifest in his brain?

When you hugged him as a thank you for bringing your favourite burrito on his way home from work last night. It seemed innocent enough, and it was. It was so innocent, nothing more than a way to say your thanks for going out of his way to get you something. It was innocent, until Levi got hyper aware and felt your hardened nipples press against his chest over his thin dress shirt.

He finds himself lying in bed the next day. Though the sun was shining in, he did not have the mentality to get up and go do his daily workout session for the morning because he’s fucking hard. Cock strained against his boxers as Levi let out a sigh, ruffling his hair. Maybe if he ignores it…

That’s stupid. He knows it won’t just go away like that. Not when his mind is already so plagued with thoughts about you. With thoughts about your soft breasts, and how hard your nipples were.

Levi turns his head, taking a look at the barely working alarm clock and groans.

7:43am.

He needed to be at work in a little over an hour. Fuck. Levi grew more and more annoyed as he continued to lay there. Barely twenty minutes to get himself off… That was hardly enough time. He overthinks, needs to take his time, paint a clear image of what or who he’s touching himself to, he needs at least thirty minutes to be satisfied properly, but he doesn’t have that luxury. Not today, and that pisses him off more than he’d like to admit. He hates rushing.

“Ah, fuck.” Levi lets out a defeated sigh, and without wasting any more time he slides his boxers down just enough to free his length, hissing under his breath when his hand wraps around the entirety of it – He knows he needs to hurry, which is why he starts moving his hand. Steady up and down movements.

His head slumps back into his soft pillows, eyes falling shut as he tries to dream up of scenarios that’ll help him cum quicker. Surely, he’d be able to think about someone else right? Especially because jerking off to you, his best friend's younger sister, who he had never felt this way about, practically saw you grow up… That was wrong, right?

If it was so wrong, then why was he unable to think about anything else? Why was he unable to think about anyone else?

With a feeble groan, he gives up. Finally, finally letting his thoughts wander over to you. The person who had been the reason behind all this, behind his suffering this morning. It’s almost comical how Levi’s cock twitches in his hand the second he recalls how your nipples felt against his body, how you pressed yourself against him.

Were you tempting him? Is that what you wanted? To tempt Levi, to make his brain go all fuzzy, to make him think about the most obscene images of you? Were you trying to turn him into a pervert?

“Shit… So fucking pretty…” He groans, muttering to himself under his breath as images of you remain behind his eyes. Spitting into his hand before letting it wrap around his cock again tightly, Levi lets his imagination go wild once more, thinking about how your mounds would look if you took your shirt off for him. He knows they’d be beautiful, a perfect fit for his hands if he cupped them. They’d be so soft, he knows that for a fact though. He felt how soft they were, even if it was for a brief moment, he felt your tits–

“Fuck, fuck fuc– ooh.” Ribbons upon ribbons of warm cum splatter against his lower stomach and thighs, coating his hand. Levi didn’t even realise when his high caught up to him until his body went stiff, head rolling back and eyes tightly closed while his cock throbs and trembles in his grip.

It takes him a minute or two to calm down enough to open his eyes, letting out a shaky breath that he was holding in. He grimaces at the mess on his body, scolding himself for not having the brain to at least have a couple of tissues by his side. Levi sighs, taking a quick glance at the clock on his bedside table once more and almost smiling at the time.

8:02am.

Maybe, he was capable of making himself cum under thirty minutes… If he was thinking of you.

Sunday nights ended up being movie nights, a “tradition” that Hange and Levi made up in the past for themselves, but since they both had such a soft spot for you, you ended up joining them on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your lap, seated in the middle of them.

“Okay! Popcorn is almost ready!” You shouted from the kitchen, getting out your biggest bowl from the cupboard.

“What kind is it?”

“Triple buttered, of course.”

“That’s your favourite.”

“Well, they didn’t have caramel and–” You poke your head out from the kitchen, sticking out your tongue. “My house, my rules.”

“Tsk, so defensive. Y’know you could have just easily made caramel popcorn at home, right? Since you’re a chef now.” He states, sitting down on one corner of the couch.

“Easily? Are you insane? It’s not easy to make that shit at home.” You retorted, flopping down onto the couch and placing the bowl in the middle of the both of you.

“Let me guess, you burnt it when you tried to make it?” He asks almost teasingly and takes the bowl for himself, placing it on his lap instead.

“Shut up.” Despite him trying to hold back a laugh, it still falls through his lips for a brief moment. It has you gasping dramatically, hitting his arm as he tries to save the bowl of popcorn. “You’re so mean Levi!”

“You almost knocked the popcorn out of my arms! You’re mean.”

“You deserve that whack, so–” You shrug, huffing loudly and take the remote for yourself as you open up Netflix, pretending to be mad at the male to your right. A couple of moments of silence passed and you, being curious as to if Levi would rebuttal, looked over at him.

He was already staring at you, a smile playing on his lips at how cute you were being, and the second you caught each other's eyes, laughter immediately filled your living room. This is how it had always been between the both of you for as long as you can remember.

“Okay so, what movie are we watching, old man?”

You hear Levi grumble under his breath at the ridiculous nickname you called him every so often. “Love Actually, since you haven’t seen it.”

“Love Actually– You serious, Levi?”

“As serious as always, besides it’s almost Christmas time and it is a Christmas themed movie as well. Why?”

A series of giggles and snorts come from you at his choice of movie, which Levi chooses to ignore. Instead he rolls his eyes and attempts to flick your forehead, but even that couldn’t stop you from giggling.

“O-Oh my god, that’s so cute. You’re so cute.” You coo at him, laughing subsiding. “Hange told me you have a weird little soft spot for rom-coms.” Almost immediately, his cheeks start to burn up at the compliment.

“Of course they did.” He shakes his head, letting his hair fall in his face as he tries his best to avoid eye contact with you, hoping that the dimmed lights would help hide how his cheeks are flushed pink.

You hum as you flick through the movies, finally finding the chosen movie of the night and you get comfortable on the couch. The bowl of popcorn moves from Levi’s lap to beside him, making it easier for you to grab some to eat.

Levi got so engrossed in the movie, he almost forgot about the junk food laid out on the table in front of you both. He carefully moves forward, picking up a smaller bowl filled with lollies and takes a couple to chew on before looking across at your figure. You were now on your side, almost laying down as your head rested on your hand. He’d offer some, but you looked so caught up in the movie that he didn’t want to interrupt.

He smiled to himself, knowing that you’d be a sucker for this movie. But unfortunately for him, as he tried to look away from your body he caught a peek of your breasts.

He should be a gentleman. He should look away, but he can’t. He can’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your chest. It brings back memories of the other week and how he jerked off, cumming for you, for those tits.

Levi shifts in his seat a little, looking back at the tv, thankful he had already grabbed a pillow before and kept it on his lap (it’s a weird habit of his, always watching shows and movies while hugging a pillow to his chest or keeping it on his lap) since he was about to have a bit of a problem. He can’t. He shouldn’t. Not during movie night, not in your home. He can’t pop a boner right now. No matter how many times he repeated no in his head, it was too late. He was half hard with you mere centimetres away.

Don’t be a perv… Don’t be a fucking perv, he repeated, but even that was futile. His head turned slowly so you wouldn’t see out of your peripheral vision, and kept his eyes on your chest. They seemed… Perkier than he remembered. You must be wearing a bra. That’s unfortunate.

He would kill to see them out, hanging, nipples hard against your shirt. The top you were wearing was thin, if you didn’t have a bra on, then your nipples would definitely peek through. Fuck.

He’s gross, Levi knows that. But he just can’t help himself.

Once again, his thoughts start wandering.

What if you felt the same way as him? What if you were willing to let him touch you, to let him grope your tits? He’d be gentle, at first anyway. Keeping you seated on his lap, hands slowly gripping your thighs, trailing up to your waist, under your shirt… Under your bra if you let him… Would you let him touch your nipples? Would you shiver, or would you moan as he played with them?

A gentle grope, that’s all. He just wants to lean over and grope your pretty body so bad if you’ll let him.

He shouldn’t have let his mind be strayed like that. Now he was actually hard and he had to take care of it.

“Gonna pop off to the bathroom, yeah?” He whispers, leaning down just enough so you’ll be able to hear him.

“Mhm, just passed my room, to the left.” You whisper back, looking at him briefly to see him nod before reverting your attention back to the movie.

Levi stands up the best he can without looking awkward, rushing off in the direction of your room. He shuts the door of the bathroom behind him with a deep exhale, leaning against the counter, almost mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do in your home.

The corner of his eye catches something, and all of a sudden, Levi feels like the luckiest man on Earth.

Your panties. Laying on the floor, near the shower.

You must have forgotten about them, he thinks. Or was this just another one of your ways to drive him insane? To make him hornier than he was before? You were tempting him, that had to be it.

He shouldn’t. Levi feels gross enough having to jerk off again thinking about you, the fact he was in your home making it even worse but… But it wouldn’t hurt right? It wouldn’t hurt to pick them up off the floor and use them to aid his fantasies… Right?

Levi’s not really sure when it happens, too driven by lust, but the next thing he knows, he has his sweatpants pooled against his feet, boxers pushed down to his mid thighs while one hand pumps his cock and the other holds your dirty panties.

He bites down on his lower lip harshly, making it plumper than usual. Levi fucks his hand desperately, imagining you bent over, panties pushed to the side as his cock plows in and out of your tight cunt rigourously. He’d make you feel so good, he knows he would, you’d be addicted to his cock.

He swears your his little temptress, innocent on the outside but fucking filthy on the inside. That’s why you’ve been so adamant on showing him your tits, right? That’s why your panties were on the floor. So you could tempt him. Filthy. You’re filthy.

It’s then when Levi starts thinking about fate. The world is so wild, so crazy. So small. Out of all the apartments in the city you could have picked, you chose the one he stayed in – And to top it all off, you were right next to him. It had to be fate. The world was telling him that you two were fated for each other, fated to be with each other one way or another. It warms his heart.

It might be sick and twisted of him to think that way, but it’s true. It’s fate.

Fate brought you back to Levi, and he couldn’t be happier.

Levi groans, eyebrows furrowed as he holds up your dirty panties to his nose and inhales the scent imprinted on it deeply.

His cock twitches, balls tightening and he knows he’s close. Without much thought, he opens your panties as best he can with one hand, letting his cum paint the middle of the fabric as his orgasm rushes over him, jaw slacking open. He wraps the cum covered panties around his cock, beginning to fuck into the soiled fabric, groaning at how it makes sloppy sounds. He imagines your cunt making the same noise as he fills you full of his cum. It’s only when his cock feels too sensitive, covered in a sheen layer of cum and your panties feel heavy with how they’ve soaked the liquid up, that he stops.

He cleans himself up in the bathroom, opting to shove your panties in the pocket of his sweats since he couldn’t leave it out for you to see, otherwise you’d know what he was really doing in the bathroom and he can’t have that. Quietly, he tiptoes back into the living room and takes a seat next to you, noticing how the movie’s almost done.

“You okay?” You question, giving Levi your undivided attention. “You were gone for a while.”

“Mhm. Just felt a little sick from all that buttery popcorn you made me eat.” He says, ruffling your hair as you mumble about how he “didn’t need to eat it”.

He smiles to himself, amused by how gullible you were as he lied straight through his teeth. You probably don’t even remember your panties lying on the bathroom floor, so you would never know what he did, and Levi likes it that way.

A rustling sound from outside snapped Levi out of his thoughts, and being the kind hearted man he was, he assumed it might be a cat. It’s not out of the ordinary for stray cats to be lingering around the building, often on the search for food Levi’s noticed. Either that or they just like to climb ten stories for no reason and walk along the railings. Levi doesn’t mind though, he finds it almost comforting to take care of them indirectly, ears perking up the second there are sounds outside his apartment, almost rushing to pull out the bag of cat food that’s stashed away in his pantry.

As he moved the curtains back and went to open the door, the sight he was met with was not a stray cat – In fact, it might have been better than a stray cat. It was you hanging up your washing. It wasn’t out of the ordinary to see you put up the washing, but today Levi wasn’t able to walk away, instead he wanted to watch you.

Levi held back a chuckle, recalling back to when you’d do the same thing back when you lived with your parents, always popping into the backyard and hanging up the wet clothes when the washing machine was done. He found it almost amusing seeing you peg your clothes up, being hit with a wave of nostalgia. The wind made your hair blow in the air, hips swaying side to side while you faintly hummed along to a tune Levi didn’t recognise – You had always been in love with music, finding new songs to listen to and he’s glad you haven’t changed in that aspect.

It was cute. You were cute.

You could have just turned on your dryer, every apartment had one. It was the 21st century after all, what person didn’t prefer to go down the easy route and shove things in a machine to dry clothes? You, apparently.

Levi gets far too lost in the way your hips sway, the dress stopping at your knees but the wind aids his perverted mind, blowing your dress up just a little so he could see your thighs and boy was it making his mind crazy. Your back was thankfully turned to him, so he could lean against the glass door and continue to stare, if you did happen to turn around, he could pull his curtains in and cover himself up. Levi was thankful to himself for the change of curtains too, they were darker, not those stupid lacy ones everyone was getting nowadays. They let too much light in, and besides, he wouldn’t be able to stare at you like he was doing if he had those lace ones, now would he?

He didn’t even realise when you went back inside, too busy being a sick pervert and obsessing over you. Levi finally sees the clothes you were hanging up now that you were out of the way though. A couple of shirts, some sweats, and those pretty little panties of yours.

He’d still kept the ones from last week, not bothering to wash them properly. They were just rinsed, being kept in the drawer of his bedside table so he could help himself with them when he needed (almost every night since you had invaded every inch of his brain).

Again, fate had to be behind all this. It had to have been, Levi must have saved someone's life in his previous life or something because once again, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

You mustn't have pegged your panties up properly, because a couple seconds after Levi started looking at your clothes, it drifted in the wind and landed on Levi’s balcony.

He was quick to pick them up and go back inside, closing the door, bringing them to his nose and inhaling like a fucking sicko. It was sweet, your fabric softener was sweet, like you. The smell suited you, made the fabric nice and soft. It was pretty, so lacy and see through that he’d be able to see your cunt if you were wearing them.

Levi put them out on a chair so they could dry, mentally reminding himself to put them away in his drawer later on since they’re his now.

Christmas Eve rolled around in the blink of an eye.

Levi finally had time off work and though having food at one another's place had become a regular occurance, Levi invited you over for a Christmas dinner at his, saying it was his turn to cook you a delicious meal after all the little baked goods and breakfasts you had made for him throughout the couple months you’d move in next door.

You’d wrapped his present up in the cutest wrapping paper you could find, little teddy bears dressed in red hats and scarfs. It was glittery, something Levi couldn’t stand since it was so hard to clean off, but the look in your eyes as he took it from your hands paired with the innocent smile you gave him… Maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind glitter. Afterall, you’d worked so hard to wrap this, so neatly too, he couldn’t let you down now.

Levi’s cooking skills had definitely gotten much better, it was like you were eating out at a five star restaurant honestly. He shushed you up when you started gushing about it, saying he was so much better than you. He just said it was his mothers recipe, he had done nothing special apart from follow it.

It was a perfect night.

“All that food is catching up to me. Where’s your bathroom by the way?”

“Down the hallway on your right.”

“Be back, yeah?” You stood up, flattening your dress and making your way to the bathroom.

On your way back, you’d realised Levi’s window in his room was open, the cool breeze making the door creak a little and to avoid any slamming of doors, you went inside and closed the window. Sure, you should have asked before entering his room, but it was just for a brief couple of seconds.

At least, that’s all it should have been. Just a couple of seconds. You were meant to just close the door.

So, why were your legs frozen at the edge of Levi’s bed?

“No…” You mumble, shocked by what you were seeing in front of you.

At least five different kinds of underwear… Your underwear. You knew they were yours, one of the red laced ones you had bought just a couple weeks before, assuming you must have misplaced them or they must have blown away in the wind since it had been stormy that week.

That’s what you assumed happened with all your missing panties…

They’d just been misplaced…

But apparently not.

They were dirty too… Covered in liquid and you didn’t even want to think about what it could be, even though you knew. You 100% knew what they were covered in, and it made your stomach sick. Your heart sank into your stomach. There was no way this was Levi’s fault…

There is no way Levi has been keeping your underwear in his home…

No fucking way…

Then all of sudden, your vision went black.

The next time your eyes open, you're seated in a chair in a room you don’t recognise, hands and feet tied up, tape placed over your mouth. You can’t even bring yourself to scream, there’s honestly no point, instead silent tears fall from the corners of your eyes.

What the hell was happening…

“O-Oh, thank god. You’re awake…” Levi stumbles into the room, fear evident in his eyes as he looks at you.

But he’s met with you shaking your head, a noise somewhere between a sob and a scream coming from you.

“Hey. Listen, I won’t– I won’t do anything alright? Just let me take the tape off. That’s all, okay? Will you let me do that?” He’s uneasy when he asks and you just stare at him through blurry vision, blinking away the tears as he continues to stand still, waiting for an answer.

You reluctantly agree, nodding back at him, knowing– No, praying that your Levi from before is still there in him. This must be a misunderstanding. Yeah… That’s all it is, a misunderstanding, is what you keep repeating to yourself in your mind.

Levi sighs in relief, crouching down once he’s close enough. The way you flinch away from him almost breaks his heart into two, but he’s gentle. He’s thoughtful. Cautious with how he pulls the tape away from your mouth, rolling it up into a ball and tossing it to the side, looking back at you. “Are you alright?”

“Do I look ‘alright’ to you?” You snap, words harsh and your tone unpleasant. Levi can’t bring himself to say anything, instead just sighing once more and resting his hands on your thighs as he stays crouched down.

“I’m sorry…” Is all he can muster up. “I didn’t mean to do all this. To hurt you… It's just– I just panicked. I’m sorry, ____. Forgive me?” It’s only then you realise that he really did knock you out, that maybe your Levi, the one you knew from before, the one that was soft, kind in his weird little way, maybe your Levi wasn’t in there anymore.

“L-Levi please… Let me go. I want to go home. Please. I won’t t-tell anyone– About this, please. Undo these ropes. Please.”

Levi could only shake his head, hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Can’t. Can’t let you go.”

“W-Why! This– This isn’t right!”

“I know!” His voice was loud, booming, echoing through your ears. He’s never once raised his voice before at you– Hell, he’s never actually raised his voice this loud, ever. Not even when Hange was annoying the living daylights out of him. You were scared, fear pumping through your veins. Eventually, your eyesight went all blurry again, tears forming and falling onto the back of Levi’s hand while you sobbed.

“Shit– Don’t… Don’t cry. Baby, please. Don’t cry, you’re alright.” He was quick to cup your face, thumb wiping away the salty droplets. “I won’t hurt you again, okay?”

“Then why won’t you undo these stupid fucking ropes, Levi?! Let me go… Please.”

“I’m sorry… I just can’t.” You can’t bring yourself to argue with him more, head starting to throb where you were hit as you sob violently, eyes shut tightly in hopes that your head would stop hurting or at least dull the pain at least. If Levi was in pain for harming you before, seeing you cry, broke his heart even further.

“Let me make it up to you… Please.”

A small period of silence before you looked up, sniffling. “H-How…?” You question, hoping it’d be something good, something that would help you forgive him.

“Just… Just relax. Gonna make you feel good, you’ll forgive me after that, yeah?” You tensed as you felt his hands inch further up your dress, breath hitching in your throat.

“L-Levi?”

“It’s okay. ‘M making it up to you.” He whispers, using his strength and bunching the dress up at your waist, leaving your bottom half exposed for him to ogle at. “Relax for me, okay? You know I’d never hurt you.”

You weren’t really sure if that was the case anymore… But it’s not like you were in any position to argue with him, seeing as you were currently restricted in one place and he was free to move around. “Levi… Not– Now how you should be making i-it up t’me…”

“Shhh. You’ll feel good.” He knows you feel scared, which is why he’s touching softly, like you’re made of glass. Like you’re fragile. In a way you are, your heart is delicate right now, you’re hurt because of him and he needs to make you feel better. His fingers play with the hem of your panties, one hand spreading your legs as far as they can go despite the ropes still on your ankles.

“Levi–!” You yelp, feeling the band of your underwear snap back into place rather harshly. He gets your mind off the sting of pain though, mouth peppering kisses to your inner thighs, not missing the way your thighs shake as he moves closer to your core, the fluffy strands of hair brushing against your skin making goosebumps appear.

“You’re so pretty, ‘n all mine.” He murmurs. You cringe at his words audibly, and Levi furrows his brows. You were his. You just didn’t realise it yet. The universe did this, fate did this. It was no coincidence you became neighbours after so long, it was fate. You were his, and he was yours. He’d get you to admit it one way or another.

Levi’s fingers toyed with your panties again, though this time he moved them aside, exposing your pussy to him for the first time. He was at loss for words, just staring at how wet you had already become and all he did was kiss your thighs. Maybe a part of you liked how useless you were, all tied up as he kneeled in between your thighs. For the first time after months and months upon imagining how your cunt looked, he’d finally seen it, and it did not disappoint. You were an angel to him. Prettiest cunt he’d ever seen, and it belonged to his favourite girl.

Ample amount of slick was seeping from your middle, almost like your cunt was drooling, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. So Levi’s tongue darted out, flattening it against your folds, slipping right in between them with a groan, and he licked up, curling the muscle slightly so he was able to catch more of your arousal on it. The tip of his tongue brushed against your clit so perfectly, it had your nails digging into your palms. It wasn’t right… This isn’t how you thought he’d apologise… But you didn’t want it to stop either.

“Hhng– L-Levi.” You spluttered, voice airy, feeling the warmth of his tongue subsiding too quickly.

“Taste even better than I thought it would.” He sneers, and without missing another beat, he dives right back in. Wet sounds echoed through the air as he ate you out, a mixture of spit from Levi and your slick coating the bottom half of his mouth. His movements were sloppy, almost rushed, like he had been starved for so long. Despite how scrambled his tongue was, it still made your brain frantic. It felt so good, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had put in this much effort to make you feel good, that’s probably why Levi’s tongue felt so heavenly between your folds.

You start to twitch above him, and Levi flicks his eyes open, noting how your mouth was open and moans poured out. You were close, that much he could tell. He doesn’t move away, letting his tongue flicker against your nub and going to suck on it to help you reach your high. If you could, your hands would be tangled in his blackened hair tightly, pushing him in even deeper.

“L-Lev– I’m gonna–” You couldn’t even warn him, not that he really wanted to be warned in the first place. Your body went limp as you came on his tongue, trembling slightly as he continued to draw the tip of his tongue up and down your clit to overstimulate you.

You whimpered, trying to move your hips away to get him to stop but his hands gripped your waist, holding you in place easily. “Quit runnin’. ‘M trying to make it up to you, baby.” Vibrations from his voice went straight to your clit as he mumbled the words out.

“‘S too much–!”

“C’mon.” He coos, pulling back to look at you. You can see the way his face is wet. He licks his lips, swallowing while maintaining eye contact. His thumb replaces his tongue, rubbing your nub in small circles to keep you stimulated and shaking. “You can take it. I know you can. You’ve always been so good to me.” He speaks, not giving you much time to say anything as two fingers prod and press against your slick hole.

He relishes in the way you give up so easily, once again falling limp before your hips start to chase his fingers with quiet whines. “More…”

“Okay, baby, okay. Relax for me.” He chuckles, dipping the tips of both digits into your slippery cunt. “S-Shit…” Levi gulps audibly. “Tight… So fuckin’ tight. How’s my cock gonna fit in here, huh?”

“D-Dunno… I– Ahh…” With a mewl, your back arches, Levi’s fingers stretching you open little by little before they fit nice and snug in your clenching walls, buried knuckle deep. It’s pitiful the way you sob for more and at the same time, for less. It feels like too much, his fingers are so much thicker than yours, and it’s been far too long since you’ve touched yourself like this. Your mind is going hazy as your eyes flutter shut once Levi withdraws his fingers. But he pushes them both back in with so much force, in the best way possible. You’re crying, this time begging for more.

His constant movements, in and out, in and out, digits reaching so deep inside you that your stomach starts to form a knot again, walls clenching. He lets you cum again, this time just stimulating your gspot, curling his fingers in just right that you fall apart. You’re so beautiful like this, he can tell you’re close to losing your mind, your eyes looking almost empty from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Levi lets you breathe, pulling out his fingers once you’ve ridden out your orgasm. You look down at him, eyes clouded.

“So good f’me.” He whispers, straightening himself up, holding his slick and cream coated fingers to your mouth. He gives your lips a little tap, only to be met with a whine from you. “Open up baby? Y’got my fingers all messy. Gotta clean up, yeah?”

And when he’s met with no response, he prys your mouth open. Other hand coming to pull your jaw open so he could push his fingers onto your tongue. “Have you gone dumb already?” He questions. You only blink at him, lips closing around his digits as you whimper, tongue cleaning up your mess. Levi smiles, giving your forehead a kiss and pulls out his fingers that are now coated in your spit.

“Levi…” You speak up, voice quiet and airy, so innocent that it makes his cock twitch. “Want… Want more.”

“More?”

“You. ‘M want you… Need you. Please?”

“What do you need? Can you use those big girl words for me or are you too dumb to think that much?” You shake your head, albeit on the verge of losing your mind, you did your best to speak up.

“Cock, need your cock. Wanna be full. Please Levi, need your cock.”

He swears under his breath, almost cumming on the spot while he hears you beg for him, for more of him. “Gonna undo these ropes, okay? You won’t run away from me, will you?”

“No! No, ‘m not gonna do that. Not gonna run away, need you. Need you, Levi. Won’t leave you.” You thrashed around in your seat a little, eyes tearing up at the mere thought of running away from the male after he made you feel so good, and he was willing to give you more too. Why would you ever run away from that?

Levi’s heart doubled in size. You needed him… You won’t leave him. That’s what he wanted, that’s what he wanted you to admit. It’s exactly what he wanted to hear from you. His eyes almost form into hearts, holding your face in his hands so delicately, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “Sit still for me.”

He makes quick work on the ropes around your ankles and wrists, making sure to pepper the redness in kisses, mumbling out sorry’s like his life depended on it. You sat still, just like he wanted. You were so obedient, so pliant, Levi felt so lucky in that moment.

With a brain as hazy and faded as yours, you didn’t realise when you had made it to his bedroom, back on his mattress as he held himself above your body. The corner of your eye picked up your stolen underwear, sitting where you had seen them earlier, on the corner of the bed. But this time you didn’t care that Levi had stolen them, that he had used them for his sick fantasies. You were too dumbed down and too driven by lust to care. It actually made your pussy throb this time, knowing that he was getting off to you, that he was so needy he needed to use something of yours, something so intimate and lewd as panties.

You pawed at his chest, tugging on the shirt he had on. “Levi, please fill me up. Need it.”

“I know, baby. Be patient, you’ll get what you want.” Levi’s hands trail over your body, resting on your ribcage. “Will you let me touch these pretty tits first?”

He’d been eyeing your chest for so long now, for so many months. That’s what started his obsession with you in the first place, and now he was just a couple of centimetres away from finally being able to touch them like he’s always wanted.

You don’t respond verbally, instead, pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders. Levi takes advantage of it, tugging the middle of it down just enough to have your tits spilling out of it. No bra either. Fuck. He thinks he loves you.

At once, Levi’s mouth is sucking on one nipple, tongue brushing across it to make it hard, teeth coming to bite down on the hardened nub so harshly it draws a sob from you. He’s so into it, almost like he’s trying to get more of your tit into his mouth, moaning and groaning around the flesh while his hand gropes the other, pinching and pulling the nipple. When he finally pulls back after what feels like hours, your chest is painted in blossoming hickies. All marked up. For him.

“Off, please. These… Off.” You palm his cock over his pants. You had tried your hardest to be patient but you can’t take it anymore, you need to feel him. All of him.

Levi’s too impatient to pull them off properly, instead just undoing the buttons and tugging them down to his knees along with his boxers. His hands find your thighs, spreading them apart to look at your folds, all slick and visibly throbbing.

He lets a glob of spit fall from his lips, landing on your clit with a small slap, and he waits for it to trail down to your folds, using the head of his cock to rub it against your hole. “Can’t wait longer Levi. Now, give it to me now. Plea–” Your mouth opens in an ‘o’, eyes practically rolling back into your head as Levi finally pushes his thick cock into your aching cunt.

You fall silent, too far gone, overwhelmed with the feeling of being stretched out so much after so long. Cunt clamping around his cock so hard Levi swears your walls are cutting off circulation, and as he bottoms out, balls pressed against your ass, you get impossibly tighter. It’s almost like your cunt wants to keep him buried there.

“S-Shit… You’re… S’fucking tight– Holy shit, baby.” He groans from above you, biting his lip as he tries to pull his hips back, and he barely gets an inch of his cock out before pushing right back in and earning a sweet whimper from you. “Baby, gotta loosen up. Fuckin’ cunts too tight… Can’t– Can’t move.”

“Can’t… Too much– Cock ‘s too big, Levi I– Ahh–”

Levi grits his teeth as you tighten around him again. “You gotta.” With a sharp inhale, he brings the pad of his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles around it to help you get used to the feeling, and after a minute or so, your cunt finally releases the grip on his cock just enough to let him draw his hips back.

It doesn’t take long for Levi to start up at a rigorous pace, but he just can’t help it. You feel so good around his cock, this is all he ever wanted. “Feels s’good baby, doin’ s’ well f’me.” He mumbles, words coming out harshly, almost drowned out by how hard his hips slam against your own. Sounds of skin hitting skin fill the room, and you’re so damn wet your arousal has dripped down to the crevice of your ass, even coating Levi’s balls, making a sloppy sound every couple of seconds.

If you were dumb before, you had no brain now. His cock hit places so deep inside you, places you didn’t even know existed before, he fucked you so hard, so deep, with every thrust your tits bounced harshly. They were starting to hurt with how hard he was fucking into you, nails digging into the flesh of your waist as he hoisted your legs up, pressing them to your chest as he presses you into a mating press. You swear the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck–” He grunts, plowing into you, growling as your nails start to leave scratch marks down his biceps and shoulders. “G’nna make you all mine. Y’know that you belong to m-me, yeah baby? Only me. Mine. Fate made you mine.”

“Mhmm, ‘m yo– Ah! Yours! Jus’ yours… Levi, ‘m yours.” You’re wailing at this point, sobbing, covered in tears and snots running down your nose, babbling on about his cock, about how you’re his. Levi’s proud, and he leans down to press his lips to your forehead, not missing a beat with his thrusts.

It’s not even shocking to him when you cum around his cock suddenly, going silent as your body twitches and shivers underneath him. You let out a shaky sigh, overstimulation catching up to you rather quickly since Levi kept fucking you through your high. “‘S okay, stay s-still. Quit runnin’ away– Gonna cum soon baby, jus’ a little longer.” He grits out, pinning your body down with ease.

“I-Inside… Inside, Levi. Cum inside me.”

If he wasn’t so close to you right now, Levi would have missed what you said, you were so quiet, voice tiny and frail.

“Fuu–uck.” It was long and drawn out, orgasm rolling over him only a couple seconds after you uttered those words. Hips stilling, pressed right against the deepest spot inside you.

He sighs softly after his orgasm passes, letting his fingers trace your eyelids. You let them open, looking up at Levi with a dazed look, a dumb smile plastered on your face as you feel how utterly full you are now. Full of cock and cum.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” He asks, voice hushed, hand cupping your cheek. “Who owns you?”

“You, Levi, ‘m all yours now. Forever ‘n ever.”

He laughs, pressing his lips to yours for the first time that night. It’s sloppy, messy and rushed. He kisses you like it’s the last time he’ll ever feel you like this, even though it isn’t. Cause you admitted you’re his, and he was gonna keep it that way.

Levi pulls back for air, panting against your mouth, not fazed by how your hot breaths mingled with one another. “Mine, my dumb baby. All mine.”

You two were fated to be together, and Levi’s never going to let you go.

tagging : @leyyvi | @fairyfuyu <3

[adoringmha]

YOU JOKINGLY ASK IF THEY’RE USING YOU FOR YOUR BODY

characters: bakugo + denki + todoroki + (gn!reader)

summary/request: how the boys would react to you jokingly asking them if they’re using you for your body.

warnings: suggestive things + language cause bakugo–

notes: i accidentally deleted the request sjkgfh but i was actually thinking of doing this so thank u for requesting, anon! <3 this is from my other blog !! also everyone is 18+ !!

bakugo:

you’d do this after he already blew your back out <3

he’d be trying to cool off, literally panting as he lied down next to you on the bed

then when he turns to you and rests his head on your chest, ready for you to play with his hair, you’d indulge him for a bit and wait till he was basically almost passed out to mess with him

his reactions were always hilarious to you so you couldn’t not do this

when his eyes finally shut, your hands slowed down in his hair and he could feel your heartbeat pick up right before you spoke up

“hey katuski?”

he grunted in response and you tried to act as innocent as possible

“are you using me for my body?”

...

the silence was deafening–

you could feel his lashes against your chest as he blinked a few times and you could almost see the gears turning in head as he processed what you said.

“...huh?!” he slowly got up to glare at you questioningly, “what the fuck are you talking about dumbass?!”

you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you, “no– that is the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard!” he went off on a rant and you couldn’t really do much but listen. “yeah you’ve got a hot body, but that’s not the only reason i’m with you! you know that!”

he sighed and ran a hand through your hair to calm himself down before biting his lip frustratedly, and placing a hand on your cheek which you quickly nuzzled into. he leaned in close and looked deep into your eyes. “you’re fucking with me right? you have to be.”

you finally broke and smiled up at him, nodding. “yeah...sorry i just––”

you yelped as he crashed his lips against yours and pulled you on top of him as he lied back down. you pulled away with wide eyes to catch your breath, but before you could say anything else, you felt his hand come down on your ass with a little extra sting from his quirk and you gasped as he smirked lazily at you. “that’s for the shitty prank.” he pulled you down to lie down comfortably on top of him. “now stay here and sleep if you want me to forgive you.”

not like you could argue though, he was already half asleep and his arms were locked around you tight seconds after he finished his sentence.

denki:

please this boy would be so confused

you just love messing with him, he’s like a little puppy it’s adorable

you’d be in his lap, your hands running through his hair while he quite literally purrs into your neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he grinds up into you

you’d call his name and he’d hum, his lips still attached to your skin

“you’re not...using me for my body are you?”

he’d immediately go “huh?––”

and pull away from your neck slowly with a really loud suck skfgjh

he was pouting like a confused puppy as he looked up at you, hands running up and down your thighs mindlessly. “baby what do you mean?”

you looked into his eyes and pretended to be sad, “just kinda feels like you are...”

this only seemed to confuse him further and the more you looked at him, the sooner you realized, he wasn’t confused about why you were asking him that, but about what it meant. you bit your lip to stop your laugh from tumbling out.

he was looking at you, mouth open, not a thought behind his eyes. “i don’t...know what you’re saying.”

you locked your hands behind his neck and sighed. “you know...like you’re using me...for sex.”

he paused and his eyes widened, “what––baby no!” his hands fell limp on your thighs as he looked up at you alarmed. “i love you for you bunny, you know that. love everything about you, your smile, your laugh, your pretty eyes––”

he went off on a tangent and your smile widened with every word. eventually you cut him off by pressing your lips against his and he hummed happily and pulled you closer by your waist.

when you pulled away and licked your lips, he looked up at you with a dopey smile. “was that a good answer?”

you laughed and nodded, “you passed with flying colors.”

todoroki:

you’d say this while you were both eating your snacks after a long training session (and unprompted makeout session)

mina had convinced you to ask him to see what he says and tbh you were kinda curious to what he’d say too

he’d be minding his business, eating his soba happily, his free hand occasionally coming down to rest on your thigh

and you’d ask randomly, prompting the silence to fill with more silence,,

well other than the slurp of his soba

“shouto...are you using me for my body?”

...

you felt a bit of heat under his palm on your thigh as his hand froze in mid air, the rest of his soba slowly slurping into his mouth at the slowest pace ever

he put his chopsticks down and turned to look at you with furrowed, confused brows. “what?”

you shrugged, “i was just wondering if you––”

“yeah, i heard you.” he interrupted gently, “but...why would you think that? have i...have i made you feel like i don’t truly care about you?” he looked down, visibly thinking back to how he’s acted throughout your relationship, a concentrated look on his face.

after a few seconds of silence, you were about to call off the joke when his head shot up and he spoke up again. “is this because of last week?”

this time you paused, not knowing what he was referring to. “last week?”

he nodded, “when we...you know, for a lot longer than usual...i’m sorry i was just really pent up that day, but you said you were okay with it so i––”

you felt your face heat up at what he was referring to and laughed awkwardly, “no, no––i was okay with it...more than okay.” you placed your hand on his and shook your head. “i’m sorry baby it was just a joke i don’t actually think you’re using me.”

he tilted his head, “a joke?”

you nodded and gave him a small smile, “yeah, mina convinced me to. i know you care about me shouto, don’t worry.”

he let out a breath of relief, “oh. okay, good.”

you kissed him on the cheek and he smiled, subtly leaning into your touch. “well if that’s the case...” you looked at him curiously and he blushed. “then i was wondering if we could do what we did last week again?––”

[spinster-sisters]

hi!! i’m going around asking my favorite blogs this question bc tbh i have nothing better to do lol but who do you think is the hairiest in ateez, all body hair and pubic hair included? idk why but just thinking about their body hair is such a turn on to me 😂 so what do you think is most to least hairiest?

So quite honestly as idols they are expected to be well groomed and clean shaven in all visible areas so we’re gonna ignore that for now while I unpack this

Most

Yunho

Jongho

Yeosang

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

Mingi

Seonghwa

San

Least

Yunho: correct me if I’m wrong but he is the only one we’ve actually seen shave. And I feel like if he were not an idol he would let it be. Like not full caveman but definitely a MAN, ya dig? But that being said even if he did let his shit grow out it would still be very well kept and clean.

Jongho: Viking. We’ve never even seen this man’s collar bones so for all we know he could have a full mane of chest hair and I am not mad about it. I imagine that all the other members are jealous of their youngest who had the best body hair of all of them.

Yeosang: possibly controversial opinion but here me out. Actually I don’t really have a reason I just think he would look bomb as shit with a full beard. But while I think he holds the power I don’t think he would be one to harness it and keep the clean look.

Hongjoong: I think it’s more out of circumstance. Once again if he wasn’t an idol it wouldn’t change the workaholic thing so if he didn’t have to be well Kept he would probably not want to take the time every day for a full groom, but I don’t think he is a necessary hairy guy if you catch my drift.

Wooyoung: He’s the kinda guy to get way to excited about his very minimal body hair. Like their isn’t much and nothing comes in very thick, but he is very enthusiastic about it because he want to prove how “macho” he is.

Mingi: he could grow a beard. That’s about it. He would put absolutely 0 work into it and it would look fine, but that’s all. Not full slick like a dolphin on the rest of him but I don’t think he’s got any major note worthy areas.

Seonghwa: I saw an edit of Seonghwa with a beard and it changed my life but honestly???? Look at that man and try and convince me he doesn’t do a full wax? That’s right you can’t. He likes the rest of his life clean and pristine and his manscaping I assure you is no different.

San: couldn’t grow a full patch of hair if he tried. Like, sorry if there are any “hairy San” enthusiasts but simply no.

-

Also why if all things this is what gets me back into writing I don’t know, but I actually have very strong opinions on this that I really wanted to share.

[acourtofsnakes]

Oya - Rogue, Chapter 34 || The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader

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Summary: You and Din take a little break, and Haran finally gets the information he needs. 

Warnings: 18+ smut! Tension, fighting, DarkDom! Din/sub! reader, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), cockwarming, teasing, swearing, just a little filthy tbh. 

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AN: Sorry this one took so long! I’ve been struggling with major writers block lately. It’s all going down in the next chapter so prepare yourselves 👀and maybe be a little patient with me~

Mando’a Translation: Oya - Let’s hunt. 

The next couple of days were spent waiting for the Bad Batch to return. 

Since the planet was crawling with less than savoury characters that may or may not be on Imperial payrolls – or New Republic – you mostly all stayed within the confines of Cid’s Parlour. 

If you did venture out – which was becoming more frequent as the days crawled by - it was only in the late evening or nightfall, when the city was dark and dimly lit and people didn’t look twice at those that walked past them. 

Cloaks and hoods were of course a given, which naturally, Haran delighted in. 

You really wanted a fancy cloak too. 

During daytime hours, you would mooch about the parlour, playing the holo-games or doing little odd jobs for Cid to, ‘earn your keep’ as she put it. 

Other than that, the three of you trained, since Haran’s ship wasn’t a big enough space. 

Which more often than not ended up in some kind of bickering or a hot and heavy atmosphere. 

Or both. 

It was a distraction and one you gleefully threw yourself into you. You needed to take your mind off the bombshells Haran had dropped and think about something else. 

The first night you stayed here, after the Batch left… You’d gone off for a quiet moment to let yourself stew over the information. 

The deeper you got into the knowledge, searching your memories and thinking of the possible futures of death and destruction, the more unhinged you felt. Not only that, but you felt your control on the Force slipping, giving way to that seductive, living power that Haran had shown you in your dream. 

You hadn’t realised it was leaking from you, not visible yet, but more potent than before. It had slipped through the space, fuelled by your anguish and the dissociation you had given into. 

On and on this went, until Din woke you from your haze and informed you that you had shattered every glass in a two-metre radius. 

Hence why you were now working side jobs for Cid, to pay for the damage.

Your life certainly had taken a turn, hadn’t it?

~~~

~~

“I’m sending you two out on a mission.” Haran’s voice greeted you and Din as you walked into the parlour after a scout around the local market. 

You looked over at Din, “You are? Why?” You set down the bag of supplies, fishing out an apple from the bag and you polished it on your cloak. 

Haran was reclined in a chair, his booted feet up on the table and a fan of cards in his hands as he played off against one of Cid’s guards, “We need more supplies, and I don’t want to keep turning up to the same market all the time. It makes us too memorable, and we don’t need that.” He sipped from his glass, shooting a glance at you both before returning to his cards, “And I’m sick of you two climbing the walls and skulking around. At least if you’re out on a mission, I don’t have to worry about you blowing something up.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of the apple, “Aw, you sound like a tired father, Haran. I think we wear you out.” You grinned, a trickle of apple juice running down your wrist. You frowned at it, lifting your hand and licking the juice from your skin. 

As soon as your tongue caught the sweetly sour juice, you felt a pair of dark eyes settle on the movement, burning into you. A smirk tugged at your lips, and you bit the apple again, slower this time, so your lips dragged over the fruit. 

Your Mandalorian shifted beside you, like his armour was growing too tight and you heard the faintest little warning growl in his throat. 

You peeped up at him through your eyelashes, “What?” Feigned innocence filled your tone and you smiled sweetly at your fiancé. 

Haran sighed loudly from across the room, drawing the attention back, “That and the fact you two keep making sex eyes at each other. I keep expecting to see you both up against a wall or something.” He selected a card and laid it on the table. 

Din’s helmet was still facing you, his hands curling up at his sides in restraint not to throw you on the nearest table and enjoy you with the same fervour that you were eating your apple with, “I’m surprised you aren’t asking to join us.” Din’s voice was a rough rasp, sliding over your bones with a deep, coiling heat. 

“Oh, don’t tempt me, Mando. That will happen sooner or later, and you’ll be wanting a second taste, trust me.” Haran looked over, his amber eyes simmering with a molten gold flame, his silken voice dripping with sex. 

Din looked over at the other man, cocking his head in that predatory way that made a tingle run down your spine, “Who’s to say you won’t be wanting a second taste of me?” He prowled slowly toward Haran, his booted feet silent and measured. 

You couldn’t believe what you were watching. Your fiancé and the man he supposedly hated, on the verge of verbally having sex with each other in the middle of Cid’s parlour. 

Stars above, it was hot. 

Haran straightened a little in his seat, legs still stretched over the table, and he raised one brow, watching Din stalk toward him, “Ever so confident, Mando. Are you offering right now?”

Din paused in front of him, his head still tilted, his shoulders seeming broader as the lanterns bounced off the shining beskar. He looked over Haran’s body, then back up to his head, “That depends.” 

Haran raised his other brow, a smirk playing on his plush lips, “On what?”

You watched as Din leant down, his head moving close to Haran’s, his hand resting on the man’s ankle, “Whether or not you can handle it.” When he spoke, his voice too was utterly dripping with sex and passion, a dark, deadly promise there. 

The King’s lips parted, his silence a sign of his surprise and… intrigue. 

He was speechless. 

Your fiancé had made the King of Shadow’s and Death become lost for words. 

Din chuckled, a throaty sound, “Think about it.” He straightened, turning and walking back to you. When he reached you, he slid his gloved hand across your side, resting it on your lower back, “Let’s go.”

You looked back at Haran over your shoulder, noting the faintest flush of heat on his cheeks, his eyes blazing with carnal hunger. 

A smile twitched your lips as you faced ahead, walking with Din out of the parlour.

Maybe you’d have some fun yet. 

~~~

~~

Haran’s ship, though huge for just the three of you, did come with its perks. 

There was a smaller ship nestled toward the back in the holding bay. A lighter, nimble model that housed a good-sized cockpit and small area at the back. 

You had dubbed it ‘The Beetle’ because it’s shape, completely glass roof and the guns nestled either side of the front of the craft just looked like the small creatures that skittered along the floor.

You listened to the clicky whir of the engines coming to life – another reason for the name – as Din flicked switches and pushed buttons. 

It was snug in here, far smaller than The Crest and much, much smaller than Haran’s. 

But it was cosy, safe… And who else would you rather be in a snug little space with but your Mandalorian?

He went through all the pre-flight checks, then steered the ship from the cargo bay and up into the darkening atmosphere. You watched as Ord Mantell fell away, away from eyes and people who weren’t quite sure if you really were that girl they heard about that time. 

Din seemed to relax too, his shoulders coming down as the sky outside the cockpit turned to the endless black of space, the clouds replaced by twinkling stars and celestial bodies. 

Only when everything around you was a sea of vast openness, did Din set the ship to autopilot. 

The movement caught your eyes, and you turned your head to watch him pull his gloves off, slowly revealing the tan skin and strong hands that had traced your body with utter care and admiration. 

The sight of his bare skin never failed to take your breath away, and the fact remained as he lifted those hands to his helmet, pressing a small hidden button beneath the chin. 

There was the slight hiss of air, and then your throat went dry as he tugged the helmet off, revealing his messy dark curls. 

A soft sigh left your lips, and he turned to you at the sound of it, a knowing smile tugging at those achingly familiar lips. 

Star’s above, he was utterly gorgeous. 

His tousled hair had fallen across his forehead, softening the angles of his face and giving him that overall boyish charm, especially with the big smile that… Yes, made those little dimples appear. 

You were so in love with him. 

“You’re staring at me again, ka’ar.” His grin only widened, his voice unfiltered and raw and beautiful. 

You blinked a little, your own lips curling up into a smile that felt as real as the unbreakable love between the two of you, “I’m admiring. There’s a big difference.” 

He laughed softly, a little chuckle in his throat that was like honey, making your belly flutter and your heart fly. It was like the first moments all over again. “Okay, sure. If you say so, I suppose I’ll just have to believe you , won’t I?” 

~~

You and Din were sharing an apple. You were cross legged on the floor, slicing into the flesh of the apple carefully with your knife and dividing it into small segments. 

It had been months since you and Din were really, truly alone, in a ship with nothing but the galaxy around you. It felt familiar, like coming home in a way. 

Of course, there were obviously two very big, glaring things missing but you were trying to focus on the positives. 

Like the feel of Din’s arm pressed against your own, his pauldrons laying on the floor by his feet. His hand was resting on your thigh, where he occasionally rubbed small circles with his thumb. 

It didn’t matter where you were, what planet you were on or whose ship you were in. This was home. He was your home, and he always would be. 

You cut a slice free of the apple and held it out to Din, watching the fruit glisten on the end of your knife as you spoke softly, “So… What do you think about all this prophecy stuff?” 

Din sighed softly, pulling the apple slice off your knife and he lifted it to his lips, “At first, I thought he was lying. Making up some dumb story to try and convince us his plans were worth it but…” He bit the fruit, shaking his head gently, “The more he spoke, and the more I’ve been thinking about it… It seems plausible, you know? Like it could really be real.”

You nodded slowly, looking down at your knife, “Me too… I’ve been trying to think of a way to convince myself he’s lying, but everything he says, it makes sense.” You sighed, resting your head back against the wall, “What do you think we should do?” You said it carefully, wanting to see his response first before you revealed your plan.  

Din tilted his head back too, “We can’t stop him yet… He’ll kill us. But this business with the Darksaber, me taking it and becoming Mand’alor – I don’t want that. I can’t be that.” His voice tightened, “I’m not a leader. I’m not being king of a dead planet full of people who won’t see me as fit to rule - ”

“Din, you are more than fit to rule.” Your stern voice cut him off, stopping short the words dancing on his tongue. 

“What?” That word, that single word that was so full of disbelief, even now… It broke you a little. 

You put the apple down, turning around so you faced him sideways on, “I said, you are more than fit to rule. You always have been. You’re fair, you give people a chance. You’re strong and determined, you see where things can be improved and when things aren’t right. If a decision is hard but necessary, you can do it.” You reached out, pressing two fingers to his jaw gently, and turning him to face you, “Please, don’t ever believe that you’re not worthy of such a title.”

Din looked at you, his handsome, slightly rugged face so familiar, yet still so new and intimate. His deep brown eyes settled on yours, and you could see him turning over your words in his head, pushing back against the thoughts of unworthiness. He nodded gently, leaning forward to press his plush lips to yours, “Thank you, cyare.” Though the words were simple, his voice was gruff with emotion. He didn’t need to say anything else. 

You cupped his jaw properly, granting him access to your mouth in a soft, sweet kiss that tasted like apples and something uniquely Din. 

When you pulled away from each other, he pressed his forehead to yours, messy curls brushing against your own hair, “You have a plan, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” 

Despite the consequences that would come of your plan, you couldn’t help but smile. He knew you. 

He had always known you. 

You nodded gently against his head, “I do… It’ll be dangerous. Really dangerous, and if we don’t get away-” You sighed, “Well, even if we do...” You didn’t need to finish the sentence. Your hesitation said enough about what would happen. 

Din’s warm hand rested against your neck, his thumb stroking your skin, “We’ll be together. We’ll be safe. All of us.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, “Tell me.” 

And so, you did. You told him every single step of your plan, including the pieces you hadn’t quite finalised yet.

He added in his own thoughts, his advice on who could help with what bits – what you would do if it all went wrong. 

And despite the threat of certain death, despite the fact you were going to be on the run again afterward, Din never faltered. Never once balked at the – let’s face it – insanity of what you were proposing. He merely agreed, swearing to protect you until his final moments, just like he had when he proposed. 

Your plan… It wasn’t just a potential suicide mission. 

It was a chance at freedom. 

At escaping the threats and danger once and for all. 

Or at least for a little while. 

~~~

~~

“Again.” 

Din’s modulated voice punctuated the clang of steel ringing in the air. 

You rolled your eyes teasingly, easily rising into your starting position, “I thought you were my fiancé, not my personal trainer.” 

Din laughed, a low, cocky sound of utter male arrogance and he tilted his head, “Oh, I’m both of those things, darling. But today?” He twirled his beskar spear in his hands, pointing the end at you and you just knew there was a taunting grin on his lips, “I’m your trainer. So, like I said. Go again.” 

The pair of you were in a clearing a little way away from the ship. You had landed on a planet a few jumps over, near desolate except for a surprisingly thriving market. It was a pass-through planet, a stop off for engines and passengers alike to be refuelled. 

So many faced passed through here, that yours and Din’s wouldn’t be picked out as interesting. 

The supplies had been gathered and the ship already filled, but it had been such a long time since you and Din were alone, that you decided to savour it. 

Haran hadn’t stated a day you needed to be back by, only that he wanted you both there when the Batch returned. 

Which was why you were now training in the early morning mist, taking advantage of the empty open space. 

Din was training you with your sabers, working you to become agile with them as you were any other weapon. 

Of course, you had extensive training from Ahsoka, and some from Haran too, but fighting against Din… there was something else about it. 

It was entirely addictive, a heady allure because you knew each other so well. 

Knew that the other was wickedly fast and deadly, knew where the other would move before they knew themselves. 

And that’s why it was so effective. 

You had to think differently, try to catch each other out and not be predictable. Already, you had put Din on his back three times, and he had taken you down twice. It was a game and the one who got the upper hand the most would get a prize of his or her choosing. 

You were determined to win, but a little part of you wanted to lose, just to see what Din would have as his prize. 

A good guess would be that he’d want you for dinner – but you couldn’t deny your answer would be having him for dinner. 

So, there were really no losers in your little game. 

You were already moving as you brought your mind back to the present, allowing Din to move into an attack first. You parried the swing of his spear with one of your own sabers, the vibrating clang travelling up your arm and into your teeth, “Predictable.”

Din said nothing, but you knew he was rolling his eyes. He lashed out, delivering a blow to your mid-section that made you falter, and then he was advancing on you again. 

The fight went on, a wicked dance of spear and saber, of Hunter and huntress, Lord and Lady Death locked in a game. 

The tension merely grew, rising and rising the more intense your ‘training’ got. Your breathing grew shallower with every brush of his body to yours, every time he pinned you in those big arms. 

You danced around the clearing, feet near gliding over the dewy grass, until Din feinted to the left, before lunging to his right and reaching for your arm. 

The move was already obvious to you, knowing his tricks and tells, “Typical.” You grinned at him, spinning out of the way and kicking out the back of his leg. 

He sunk down, but not low enough to get to the ground and he used the momentum to dance around to face you, grabbing your wrist in his other hand, “Cocky.” He tugged your wrist, yanking you into his body, “You know it gets you in trouble.” 

A soft laugh echoed in your throat as your back was pulled flush to his chest, “Maybe so, but this,” You shimmed your behind into him, feeling the effects of your fighting. He was hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers behind your, “Gets you into trouble.” 

Din groaned, his head lowering over your shoulder for a second, the beskar brushing your cheek, “I like watching you fight. I always have.” He allowed himself a small jerk against you, then he pulled the spear up against your throat. 

Your head tilted back with the movement, resting against his shoulder with the press of cold metal against your throat, “Oh I know. I might be worried about you, seeing how much you like me trying to kill you.” You swayed your hips again, arching your back to push your hips back more. 

Sure, you were teasing him, but you couldn’t deny the coiling heat between your legs that had grown since Din pulled you outside to train. It was like the man was made of light and death when he fought, flying through the air with deadly grace. 

Only he could match you, and that’s what made it so irresistible, seeing that honed hunter in him come out. 

It was Din’s turn to chuckle now, 

You sighed, a languid noise of pleasure, “Maybe you should think less with what’s between your legs, and more with what’s upstairs.” 

With that, your eyes snapped open and kicked back, hooking a foot around his ankle to sweep it out from under him. 

He went backwards, and you used the distraction to shimmy from beneath the spear and twist over his body. 

The mist sighed as he hit the ground and you grinned down at him, lifting the blade of your saber to his neck in the backhand pose you’d adopted from Ashoka, “Told you it got you in trouble.” 

Your face was so close to his you could see yourself in the reflection of the visor. 

Din groaned, his head thunking back against the ground, “Ka’ra.” His voice was strained, almost through his teeth and he rocked his hips up against you. 

Your lips parted, feeling the hard grind of him through the thick fabric of both your clothes, “Yes?” The word was a sigh, and you cocked your head, the glow from the saber reflected in your closing eyes. 

You could feel Din’s eyes on you, and he moved again - but not how you expected. 

Suddenly, his hands were grasping your wrists, his body rocking up from the ground but not to grind into you. 

No, he flipped you over, the damp grass shifting as his heavy weight settled on you. 

He used the sudden movement to free a saber from your hand, and suddenly he was holding it to your throat, kneeling up over you and the effect… 

Dank farrik. 

The light from the plasma blade reflected over his armour, glowing in the visor and he looked utterly powerful holding the weapon to your neck, “It doesn’t just get me in trouble, does it, sweetheart.”

Fuck, his voice was that low rasp, dripping with sex and danger. 

You panted slightly, staring up at him and feeling the faint sting against your skin. 

Heat flooded your body, pooling between your thighs and you ached. 

Ached to have him buried inside you, where he could take you slow, deep, unlike the hurried moments of relief you stole in brief moments alone. 

You wanted him to fuck you into the ground until you could only think of his name, to take you with that hunter’s gleam in his dark eyes. 

And then you wanted to return the favour, to bring him to his knees as you tasted him in your mouth, heavy and thick and gorgeous.

It seemed Din had the same thought, because one second, he was holding your saber to your neck, and the next he was disarming it, dropping to the side and yanking his helmet off. 

That followed the fall to the ground, thudding in the wet grease and he reached for you, pressing his fingers to your lips, “Bite.” The word was a soft growl, his eyes flaming black with desire. 

You obliged quickly, biting the supple leather and he pulled his hand free, still kneeling over you. 

He held the other to your lips, and when he removed his hand, yours snapped out, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back to your mouth. 

You dragged your tongue up the length of his fingers, tasting the salt of his skin and the rich tang of old leather. 

Your eyes remained locked on his as you took two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them completely indecently, dragging your lower teeth against the pads of his fingers. 

He snarled softly, his fingers twitching in your mouth and then he settled his other hand around your throat, squeezing slightly, “Behave.” The word was a seductive warning in his deep rasp, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth slowly with a lewd pop. 

You moaned at the feel of his hand heavy on your neck and you wanted more, so you grinned wickedly at him and whispered, “Make me.” 

Din’s nostrils flared, and for a moment you saw the eyes of a hunter starting down at you. 

You could see the war in his eyes, the prowling creature desperate to be let out of its cage but also that fear of losing control and hurting you - something he would never get back from. 

You wanted it, wanted that primal, possessive energy and you wanted to feel him tomorrow. 

So, you raised your eyebrows at him, reaching up and you started to slowly undo the threads of your tunic. “I don’t think you want to, do you, Din?” 

Immediately, his eyes lowered to your fingers, watching you undo the threads. 

“I think you’re too afraid to make me behave. You know you can’t make me, that’s why.” You sighed softly, easing off the first corset style layer that held your shirt tight, billowing out at the arms. You dropped it to the floor, then began to ever so slowly work the buttons free, “You know I’ll just do what I want, talk to who I like, and you can’t do a thing about it.” 

Din’s jaw clenched so tight, you thought height pop a joint. “Enough.” He spat the word through gritted teeth, tightening his hold enough that it just snagged at your breath. 

You ignored him, having now worked through all the buttons and you slipped the fabric from your body, leaving you in just your trousers, boots and the bandeau around your breasts. “I think I might go and find Hunter when we get back, hear what stories he has to tell.” 

The wrapped bandeau dropped next, leaving your breasts exposed to the slightly chilly air, heavy with the burning fire coursing through your body. Your nipples had tightened with the chill, and the weight of Din’s dark gaze drinking them in. 

His breathing was heavy and the way he shifted on his feet told you his own trousers were growing incredibly tight - not to mention the way his cock was visibly straining. 

Just a little more. 

The belt that held your trousers up landed on the pile, fingers moving through the buttons on the waistband, “I wonder if he’ll show me some things he learned about too. 

And that did it. 

Din snarled, the restraint snapping as you dropped the final few pieces of clothing, leaving you naked before him.

He pushed against your neck, every inch of him screaming with hunger, “On your knees.” 

You nearly moaned there and then from his demand, dropping to the ground so quickly you’d be lucky if you didn’t have bruises tomorrow. 

You reached out for his trousers, but he knocked your hands away. 

“No. You can’t behave, so you don’t get what you want when you want it. Get on your back. Now.” The tone of voice was one you’d only ever heard him use on his quarries, the demand of a man used to getting what he wanted. 

You throbbed from the waist down, feeling yourself grow slicker and slicker with each of his words. 

The grass beneath you was cool and damp as you lowered onto your back, spread on the ground before him as you gazed up at your fiancée - now your hunter. 

He kept his head lowered, predatory gaze locked on you and he made you watch, out of reach as he shed every layer of his armour and clothing. He dropped it in a pile next you yours, almost with unfamiliar carelessness until he was gloriously bare. 

The sight of him made your mouth water. 

Broad shoulders that you adored to hold onto, a tapered waist with the perfect amount of softness that you loved. 

The line of his hips that dipped to a short tangle of dark curls, and then his thick, heavy length. Standing to attention, almost painfully red and already leaking. 

Din prowled toward you, and you thought he might crawl down over you, but instead he kept going until he stood at your head, looking down on you. 

From this angle, he was all you could see. Towering into the cloudy sky, the veins on underside of his dick throbbing and he looked like some kind of God. 

 He was going to utterly wreck you; you saw it in his face. 

And you were completely ready for it. 

Din sunk down onto his knees, bringing your reward closer and you felt your mouth water in anticipation, a hunger like nothing else raging in your blood. 

His hand snaked around your chin, grasping it with gentle force, “Open.”

Yes. 

You obliged like a good girl, parting your wet lips and almost immediately, he pushed into you. Your moan of ecstasy was muffled around him as you tasted him, slightly salty and oh so good. 

His head tipped back as the wet heat of your mouth encased him, the line of his throat stretching out - not that you could see it. His thighs tensed up, body swaying with the feeling. 

You set to work with no hesitation, earthly running your tongue over every inch of him you could reach. 

This angle was different, new to you and it didn’t give you much freedom of movement to mov me your head and devour him. 

Which was probably the entire point. 

When his other hand cupped your breast, squeezing it, you realised that’s exactly what it was. 

You had pushed him to the edge, snapped that restraint and now he was going to use you and take away that power from you. 

It lit a dark flame in you, making your hands reach up to grasp his thighs - to hold on… and encourage him. Then one slid round to cup his balls, tugging them, rolling them.

He didn’t need telling twice, dragging his hips back and then pushing all the way in again. 

Literally.

Every single inch. 

You gagged just once as he pushed past your throat, but as he slipped deeper, you could only arch your back in sheer, savage pleasure. 

It choked your air off momentarily, and you knew that from above, Din would see your throat expand with the outline of his cock. 

It was completely filthy and savage, but you needed it. 

The stress and knowledge you had both been under these past months was wound into every limb and you needed to work it out. 

Time blended to nothing as Din fucked your mouth, hands palming your breasts, his body bent over you to give you both a better angle. 

Something about being used by the man who absolutely worshiped you… it was addictive. 

You spurred him on as his thrusts became faster and sloppier, knowing your throat would be bruised tomorrow but you didn’t care. 

His beautiful moans filled the air, more and more strangled until you felt his balls tighten beneath your hands and you moaned against him - to tell him to let go. To not hold back. 

A single cry left his throat and then he exploded, hot ropes of his release spurting down your throat, but you swallowed every mouthful, sucked him dry until he hauled himself back up on shaky knees. 

You dragged your lips off his still throbbing cock, a string of his release connecting you still. 

Din groaned at the filthy sight, swiping his thumb over your lips to free them, “Messy girl.” He cooed the praise, his eyes near glowing, his hair a mess, lips parted and dragging in air.

You grinned wickedly upside down at him, a delicious ache in your throat but you burned now. Furiously. “Din?” 

He tilted his head down at you, messy curls falling over his forehead, “What is it, sweetheart?” 

You panted slightly, bringing your knees up and parting your legs so he could see how utterly soaked you were, thighs glistening and not with the dew in the grass, “Fuck me.” 

Your hunter’s eyes flamed with passionate hunger, and he almost turned into a blur with how quick he moved. 

He settled in the cradle of your thighs, a hand finding yours and he threaded your fingers together next to your head. His other hand grasped his still throbbing cock and he dragged the swollen head through your slick folds a couple of times, “Fuck, sweetheart.” He groaned, jaw tightening as he teased your entrance. 

You whimpered, back arching and you dug your heels into the back of his thighs, “Din - please.” 

Din gave in instantly, wound too tight and desperate to tease you for longer. He squeezed your hand, head lowering above yours and he looked between your eyes, his own pupils so wide they swallowed the brown. 

He captured your lips in a deep, messy kiss that explored every inch of your mouth, before whispering, “Hold on, cyare.” 

Then he sunk into you, your moans echoing in tandem as he settled into you with ease, despite the thick length of him. 

He stopped moving only when his hips grazed yours, bottomed out into you and nudging the very edge of your cervix. 

This sting, this hot weight of him inside you and on you was home. 

He gave you a few seconds to adjust - and so he could control himself. 

You wiggled your hips, tightening your velvety slick walls around him, “Move, please Din.” You gasped the words into his ear, threading your fingers into the back of your hair. 

Din pressed warm kisses to every part of your throat and jaw he could reach, dragging himself out until he was just resting inside and then he slammed back into you with a bruising, biting force. 

It was perfect. 

He set the pace, slow and deep, each thrust jerking your body and earning him gasped versions of his name. 

He kept it slow, heady, so every drag of his cock burned into your spine until you were begging him, hips undulating against his, fingers clawing down his back. 

He mouthed over your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven, “What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He circled his hips, the short curls brushing against your sensitive clit and making your body jerk. 

You rocked with him, the grass soft and pliant beneath you, “Make me forget it all. Make it just you and me in the entire world, the only two that exist.” You searched for him until your lips met his, eyes locking together, “Make me yours, Din. Prove to the world I belong to you, and you to me.” The heat was growing in your body, every nerve standing to attention, tingling and held by his body.

Din’s eyes darted between yours, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and his jaw working so he didn’t shatter into you. He was determined to get you undone first this time. He captured your lips, dragging his tongue against yours as he sped up, harder, even deeper. 

The sounds your bodies made were filthy, the wet squelch him fucking into you, spearing deeper than before if possible. He slipped a hand between you, thick fingers circling your clit at an opposite pace to his hips.

Not just that, but the noises from his own lips were a symphony you could have died to listen to. The little grunts and cries, the soft growly whimpers he made against your ear. 

Your body ignited, trying to fold in on itself and your legs trying to come back together, but Din’s body stopped it. You were at the mercy of his ministrations, only able to feel the earth-shattering pleasure with every single movement. 

You hurtled higher and higher, the muscles in your belly tightening, thighs shaking, and you couldn’t even catch a proper breath anymore. 

Just when it started to get too much, the pleasure too potent, Din slammed his hips deeper, flicking your clit and sucked your tongue into his own mouth. His words echoed in your mind, opened by the lack of force control, “Come for me, sweetheart. Let go. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” He dragged his mouth from yours, wanting to hear you. 

And then you shattered, a strangled moan rising deep from your throat as the cord snapped and you careened into space. 

Pleasure flooded your entire body, making your vision go black and your ears ring. 

You were dimly aware of Din’s pace faltering; his hips snapping more urgently to chase his own release and drag your own out longer. 

Your fluttering walls squeezed tight around him in the throes of your orgasm and then he cried out against your ear, finding his own end and releasing hot ropes deep inside you, mixing with your own release still. 

He collapsed over you, knowing by now you liked the weight of him after your come down, the reassurance he was here and with you. 

Things came back to you slowly. 

The feel of the grass crushed beneath your bodies, the cool breeze on your heated skin. 

You heard the chittering of birds and little animals on the trees and distantly, rushing water. 

Din’s breathing returned around the same time as yours, aided by your fingers dragging through his hair slowly and soothingly. 

You felt a chuckle rumble against your throat and then he lifted his head to look down at you. 

His eyes were molten again now, a gorgeous flush on his cheekbones and those little crinkles by his eyes, “I love you, ka’ra…” 

You couldn’t help the dopey smile, knowing you just look equally fucked out and glowy, “I love you too… More than anything,” It was the one thing in life you were completely sure about, and always would be. 

Din took you into a slow, sweet kiss before moving to get up, to ease out of you. 

The thought of losing his warmth and weight, both inside and out caused you genuine pain and you tightened your arms around him, “No! Wait…” 

Immediately, Din stilled, his eyebrows furrowing, “Have I hurt you? Are you okay?” He cupped your jaw, searching your face for any sign of pain. 

You shook your head quickly, running your hand up his spine, “No, no, not at all. I just… Don’t move just yet…” 

He must have seen it in your face, that you didn’t want him to leave because his features melted into one of tender love, and you realised he felt the same, “Of course…” 

He wrapped his arms around your body, rolling off to the side and pulling you with him so you were laying across his body and he was on his back. He was still buried inside you, slowly softening but it something so intimate, so lovely and warm, to be connected like this in all ways. 

You settled your head down on his chest, hearing his heartbeat strongly beneath your ear, your own personal lullaby. 

One of Din’s forearms rested along your back, the other hand carding slowly through your hair, a soothing balm to go with the beat of his heart, to coax you to sleep no matter what.

~~~

~~

You stirred as the sun rose, warm and golden on your skin. It coaxed you gently from the clutches of sleep, bringing you into the new day with easy, unhurried touches. 

The scent of fresh grass and clear air wrapped around you like a balm, a gentle breeze caressing your cheeks. The air was cool, but Din’s arm was tucked securely over your middle with his palm pressed against your chest. 

He liked to feel your heartbeat, to reassure himself you were still there and still his – he never quite got over the incident of you drowning and dying. He probably never would. 

A soft hum of delight rose from your throat as you became aware of his face, - still bare – pressed into the back of your neck. His nose was nuzzled into your hair and by his breathing, he was still asleep, which was rare. You could count on one hand the number of times you had woken up before him, and you were always so pleased when you did. The man was constantly on the go – he deserved the break. 

Of course, that kind of peace clearly couldn’t last. 

Just as you were drifting back off, you heard the insistent buzzing of the comms feed in the nearby ship, and you knew what that meant. 

The Batch was back, and Haran was summoning you both back to him. 

You sighed, rubbing at your eyes and you carefully rolled over in Din’s arms. 

“Din…” His skin was warm beneath your lips as you brushed soft kisses to his skin, like the touch of butterfly wings. “Din, we have to go…’ 

Your fiancé stirred, a slight groan in his throat and then his eyes fluttered open, rewarding you that glimpse of the sleepy, molten pools of chocolate. “Hmm?” 

The rough rasp of his voice, heavy with sleep and the sex from last night stirred your insides, making them heat – but you didn’t have time for that. 

You caressed the messy scruff on his jaw, running a thumb against his lips, “Haran wants us back… The Bad Batch must have found that girl and taken her back to Cid’s.” 

Din blinked slowly at you, obviously still held in the clutches of sleep and he mumbled, “They can wait.” He tightened his arms around you, pulling you further into his chest and snuggling back down with you again. 

He rested his chin atop your head and within seconds, he was asleep again. 

You chuckled softly, granting him the comfort and you only just managed to wrap an arm around his middle before you too fell back to sleep. 

~~~

~~

“Got held up at the market?” Haran’s drawl cut across the empty parlour, greeting you the second you stepped through the door. Well. Limped would be more like it for you, considering you had spent the rest of the morning with Din’s tongue buried inside you and your thighs around his head. 

Din walked in beside you, his hand wrapped around yours, fingers linked together, “No, we just couldn’t be bothered to come back yet.” He spoke with a casual ease, the coolness that once infuriated you, but you now found rather endearing, and amusing… When you weren’t on the other end of it. 

Haran’s eyes narrowed from where he leant against the bar, dressed in his fine leather outfit, the toughened armour hugging his body, “I’ll address that later. We have business to attend to. Business we’re late for.” 

Din hummed softly, brushing past him, “Then stop standing around talking.” 

You let Din guide you into the back rooms of the parlour, hiding you smile at the irritation on Haran’s carved face. 

As you got closer to the room in question, you felt the presence of the boys similar yet different, in their own ways. You also felt the aura of the girl Haran wanted, fear flooding her system. Yet, beneath the fear, there was also apprehension and conflict. 

Maybe she would give up the information without any persuasion. 

Din lifted a hand and knocked on the door, and a second later, it was opened by Echo. 

He nodded once in greeting, stepping back to let the pair of you in. 

Haran hung back, taking a moment to wreath himself in shadow and when he slipped into the room, even you couldn’t see him. 

Only your connection with the Force told you where he was, a dark, heady presence in the corner of the room. 

The soldier was sitting in the middle of the room, her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles too, as a precaution. 

There were no wounds on her body, which you were relieved to see. Clearly the boys had brought her back in less violent ways that your shadowy counterpart. 

Hunter turned as he heard you and Din approach, his arms crossed as they always seemed to be, “Good to see you both again.”

You nodded in greeting, coming to a stop next to him, “You too. You were quick.” You had to tilt your head back to look up at him, yet another male that was bigger than you. 

Not you minded. 

He chuckled slightly, shrugging those broad shoulders, “You’d be surprised how quick we can be, princess.” He turned back to face the girl again, the other murmuring quietly in the background. 

Another one calling you princess? You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t send a lick of heat down your spine. 

You peeked up at Din, just wondering how he might take that exchange, but he merely squeezed your hand gently, tilting his helmet to look down at you. 

You raised your eyebrows slightly, in silent question. 

He cocked his head to the other side, the way you knew meant he was smiling under all that beskar, and he bumped his shoulder up against yours – in turn causing you to brush against Hunter’s arm in return. 

Curious man. 

The heady presence in the corner of the room had turned irritated, charging the air like moments before the storm and you felt it pushing against your skin with the weight of a glare. 

You shot a look that way, opening your mind to him, “Alright, alright, keep your cloak on, sunshine.” 

A warning snarl echoed in your mind, but you ignored it. Instead, you stepped closer to the girl, releasing your hold on Din. 

When you were a couple of feet away, you paused, lowering down onto your knees so you could see her face, which was ducked down. 

“Hey… It’s okay, we’re not going to hurt you.” You kept the tone of your voice calm and soothing, not wanting to frighten or startle her. 

She let out a little huff of air, slowly lifting her head to look at you, “Then why am I cuffed to a chair?” She sounded tired, but you had to admire her fight. 

You considered her for a moment, and then you shrugged. The knife in your boot gleamed as you pulled it free, and then you cut the ropes around her wrists, and then her ankles, ignoring the noises of dissent from the gathering of boys behind you. 

The soldier rubbed at her wrists, and she hesitated a moment before nodding faintly, “Thank you.” 

You smiled faintly, nodding, “Like I said, we’re not going to hurt you. We just want some information, that’s all. We’re hoping you can help us.” The ground was cold and dusty as you settled onto the floor, a little way away from her feet. 

Everything you did was to appear smaller, less of a threat and more of… a comrade, perhaps. “What’s your name?” 

She looked over your face, her eyes the same blue as the water on Hoth, “We weren’t given names. Moff Gideon called us by numbers. Mine was CT-Eight-Nine-Eight-Seven.” 

Hunter’s voice broke the men’s silence, “You’re a clone?” Surprise filtered in his gruff voice, and you wondered if they knew her. 

The clone looked over your shoulder at him and nodded, “I was sent to work for Gideon years ago. I… don’t remember much before that time. I’ve been with Gideon since my regiment was destroyed on a mission.” Her eyes flickered, and where you might find gratefulness at being saved, there was the resentment you’d tasted earlier. 

Which meant a way in. 

Hunter was already on the same page as you, and he walked forward, pausing just behind you, “That must have been hard. To be taken away from everything you know and onto the Cruiser.” 

CT-8987 lifted her eyes to him, perhaps recognising that he too was a clone, and would know what it was like, the camaraderie and family bonds that grew. She swallowed, leaning back in the chair, “I know what we did wasn’t… always right. Or fair. But the other that I ran with, we were a family. We protected each other.” Her eyes grew distant, “The day we were attacked, there was no time to think, no time to help each other. One minute we were sneaking into a base, and the next moment the entire sky blew up. We couldn’t see where the attack came from because there was smoke everywhere. And then everything went black.” She frowned, stuck in those memories and the pain, “It must have been some kind of agent that knocked us all out. When I came to, everything around me… My friends…” Her face paled, “It was all gone. I was in the med-bay of a huge cruiser. I had no idea where I was, if my unit was still alive. I tried to get free but then someone walked in… Gideon.”

Hunter crouched down beside you, the scent of smoke and leather washing over you, “Did you ever try to find them? To see if they were still out there?” He tilted his head, his dark eyes steady on the clone soldier – reassuring. 

Her own had filled with tears, silent sobs shaking her body, “No – Gideon would let me. He said it was pointless. That I might be clone, but I was his soldier now and I had to – had to let the past go.” She shook her head, dropping it into her palms as she cried. 

Hunter reached out, gently rubbing her shoulder, “Easy… It’s okay. We know what it’s like, to lose your friends, the only family you know…” His voice was indeed heavy with understanding and grief, and when you looked back, the other boys had similar expressions of pain on their faces. 

You made a decision then, upon seeing Hunter comfort her. 

They were clones, with a similar past to her. If anyone could ease the information from her… It was the Batch. 

You rose from the ground, walking over to Din and the others, “We’ll leave you to it. I think it’s best to let you boys handle it.” You slide your arm through Din’s. 

Echo nodded, saying softly, “We’ll be out when we have what you need.” He patted your arm gently, then walked over to Hunter, the three of them spreading out around Hunter and the clone and beginning to talk to her in soft tones. 

“Come on…” You tugged Din’s arm toward the door gently, shooting a look toward the corner, “You too.” 

“Are you kidding me? I’m not leaving our only source of information in her with other clones! What if they free her?” 

Suppressing an eye roll, you opened the door. “There’s only one way out of here. And with you lurking in the dark, we won’t get anywhere near what we want.” You pointed into the hallway, “Out. Now.” You pushed back against him with a wave of your own Force as you felt his rise to challenge. 

Amber eyes glowed furiously in the dark but then you heard a muttered curse in your mind, and then the shadows split, became living and it floated through the door. 

They left him in the light of the hallway, and Haran stormed back into the parlour without a second glance. 

“Honestly, for someone as old as the stories, he’s like a child.” Din murmured the words as you quietly shut the door behind you, leaving the Batch with the clone girl. 

You rubbed at your eyes with the heels of your hands, “Tell me about it.” Tension settled along your shoulders, tightening the muscles and you rolled them a few times to ease the pain. “Kinda wish we’d stayed in that clearing.” 

Din’s gloved hand settled along the back of your neck, and he pushed into the muscles with skilful fingers, “Me too… But the sooner we do this…” He didn’t need to say the words – couldn’t, in case of listening ears. But you knew what he was implying. 

The sooner you got through all this, the sooner you could both truly be free, be reunited with the kids and your friends. 

The thought eased some of that tension, as well as Din’s massaging touch, “You’re right.” 

With that, you both made your way back into the parlour.

~~~

~~

“If you wear a hole in my floor, I’ll double the fee for using my boys.” Cid’s narrowed; watchful eyes tracked Haran as he paced around the room. 

He didn’t even look at her, “I’m sure you’ll double the price just for me leaving a fingerprint on a glass, Cid.” The usually still, graceful creature was agitated, unable to sit still and on a livewire. 

“Yeah? Well then, make it triple the price for ruining my floor. Sit down, would ya? You’re making me dizzy.” She sipped her drink, “I don’t know why you’re so wound up. You should be saving this energy for the fight.” 

Haran whirled on her, dark curls bouncing, and he stormed across the parlour, “I am this close to finding something I have been after for years.” He held two gloved fingers together, “That search ending is now relying on a bunch of clones having a heart to heart with a traitor. Forgive me if I seem a little on edge.” 

The danger in his voice would have turned an ordinary person into a whimpering mess, but Cid merely scoffed and wandered off, muttering something about, “Kids today and their ambitions.” Even if Haran was older than everyone in the room put together.

You felt Din lean into your side, “My money is on Cid.” The pair of you were seated back in the booth, Din’s arm slung along the back of it around your shoulders, and your legs up on one of the stools left nearby. 

A soft chuckle rose from your lips, “Oh absolutely, she could take him down just with words, King of Death or not.” Your head tipped back to rest against Din’s forearm and you closed your eyes, just talking the few moments of stolen peace. 

“You know I can hear you, right?” There was Haran’s irritated voice again, sniping from across the room. 

You kept your eyes closed, waving a hand dismissively, “Oh we know, dear. Why do you think we said it out loud?”

Once more, he snarled at you, and once more it was cut off by the door opening. 

You opened your eyes to see Hunter and Wrecker walk out, eyes searching the room. 

Hunter’s landed on you and he walked over – even though he should technically be going to Haran. 

You sat up straighter as he slid into the booth opposite, “We know where the ship is. She remembered it’s last co-ordinates, and the planet they were headed to, so the Cruiser should be within the same parsec.” 

Almost immediately, Haran stalked over, black clad limbs shifting like a cat, “And? Where is it then?” He raised his brows, staring down impatiently at Hunter as he reached the table. 

Wrecker shadowed his leader silently, slightly angling his body as if ready to jump in the way. 

Hunter’s eyes were still on yours as he gave the co-ordinates, “You’ll have to leave soon. It’s a full day’s travel in hyperspace from here. She said they wouldn’t be stopping long, and they’ve upped the security since the princess here broke her hunter out.” 

Haran narrows his eyes at the near lack of respect from Hunter – the respect the believed he has earned – but he concedes. He nods once, jaw tight, “Thank you.” 

You risk a glance at him, and his golden eyes are blazing, near feral with hunger at seeing his prize so close, within his grasp. 

He turns to you, “We leave in half an hour. Pack your things up and meet me on the ship.” 

With that, he turned and left the parlour in a flurry of night-filled scent. 

Din’s head shifted minimally between you and Hunter, and he rose from his chair, “I’ll get our things.” He brushed his hand over the back of your neck, and then walked off, leaving you with the Clone leader and this strange atmosphere that came with the weight of his gaze. 

You tilted your head, unable to read him, “What is it?” You couldn’t even get a read on him with the Force, those dark eyes unblinking. 

He was quiet for a few moments before saying softly, “You’re going to betray him.” 

Well. 

He was perceptive wasn’t he. 

You let the surprise show on your face for a mere few seconds before schooling it back into curious neutrality, “Are you going to tell him?” 

Hunter shook his head slightly, his dark locks shifting over the bloodred headband, “No.” He rested a hand beneath his chin, “I want to offer you our help, if you need it.” 

Now the surprise did remain on your face. 

You hadn’t expected his offer, certainly not after the verbal assault, “Really?” You leant forward, dropping your feet from the stool to sit properly, “It’s… This could be a suicide mission. I don’t even know if we’ll get out alive, let along bringing anyone else into it too.” 

The man opposite you inclined his head in understanding, “I know. I know the risks. I know who your companion is now, the things he’s done. We researched him whilst we were looking for the girl, and I don’t know how I didn’t put two and two together when we met.” He lowered his hand, resting it flat on the table, “But if you’re going to take him on like I think you are, you’ll need all the help you can get.” His dark eyes looked between yours, unblinking and unfaltering, “You don’t need to tell me what you’re going to do, just where you’ll be when you need us.” He slid something across the table, a small comms device that would easily slip in your pocket undetected. 

You looked down at the dark metal object, thinking it over in your head. 

He was right, you would need any offer of help from anyone willing, if you were to make it out alive. 

But could you risk more lives? 

Risk hurting more people when you were trying to save them? 

As if he could see the war going on in your mind, Hunter spoke again, softer this time, “We were cast aside as defects because we wanted to fight for something different. For freedom, and hope.” He reached across the table, his warm thumb and forefinger clasping your chin ang gently bringing you to look up at him, “And we believe that is you and your Mandalorian.” 

Something warmed in your heart at his words, the faith he and his team were putting in near strangers. 

This was no contract, no job with the prospect of money at the end of it. 

This was trust, and faith. 

This was what an empire, a healthy, thriving empire was built on. 

So, you kept your gaze steady on him, reaching out and curling the device into your palm, “We’ll call for you when we need you.” 

And within half an hour, you, Din and Haran were on the ship, heading to the coordinates the boys had given you. 

Heading to the place where this would all come to a head, and you would finally take back the freedom owed to you and your family. 

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[t-lostinworlds]

So for the youtube thing if you want to you can do a calling him Daddy for 24 hours prank thing? Or maybe just write a small blurb, please? I have seen videos like these on youtube and honestly would find it hilarious if Tom was featured on it and where he doesn't have a daddy kink so he gets embarrassed. Just a little blurb will be okay too!

Ps. I love the YouTube Channel series! And your writing!!❤

Stay happy and stay safe!💫

TH’s YouTube Extras: Calling Him Daddy Prank

a/n: i’m sorry that this is a bit late again hun but gosh you’re too sweet, thank you lovely! you stay safe too hun ❤ this was written quickly too, was going to post this an hour ago but i fell asleep while proofreading so i’m sure there’s typos still ahaha. hope you enjoy!.

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"I'll go sit first. Give it a few minutes so he won't get suspicious," Harry whispered, grin mischievous as he clicked record on the camera he had on hand before treading towards the dining area.

Pranks have never been your thing, well, aside from the simple jump scares. When it's something you have to plan out or have to act thoroughly in, then it's always a pass. But as you got lost in YouTube, you stumbled upon a video of a woman calling her man "daddy" to see his reaction. You thought it would be hilarious to do it with Tom, especially when you already know he doesn't like to be called that, at all.

You're purely doing this for the laughs, to see that cute blush of embarrassment—or that pointed grimace of annoyance—that coats his face whenever he hears the word.

"Morning, Harry," you hummed as you walked in minutes later with a fake yawn.

"Morning, Y/N."

Tom was sitting at the head of the table, eyes on his phone while he sipped on his morning tea. He gave you a brief glance and a tender smile before his eyes were back on his device, probably reading an important email that had him and his mind properly preoccupied. You stood behind your man once you reached him, leaning down to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, giving him a light squeeze as you hummed,

"Good morning, daddy."

Tom choked on his tea.

You bit the insides of your cheeks to stop your laugh from escaping. He set the mug down with coughs to clear his throat, turning his head to gawk up at you with his brows deeply furrowed, skin already dusting pink. You only smiled innocently in return, placing a swift peck on his cheek before pulling away completely and disappearing to the kitchen, not giving him any chance to confront you about it.

Tom looked at his brother across the table with a frown set on his lips. "Did you hear what she just said?" he asked, to make sure if he heard you right or if his brain was playing games with him.

Harry tore his gaze from his phone, seeming clueless when he shook his head no.

"Hear what?"

***

You were now sitting in between Tom's legs, your back against his toned chest as you're both sprawled on the grass outside, all of you lounging under the afternoon sun.

"I need a snack," Tom announced, tapping your shoulder so he could stand up, dusting his sweatpants once he did so. "Want something love?"

You gave Harry a discreet glance, checking if he was recording before saying, "Just water, please daddy?"

Tuwaine and Harrison's eyes widened, Harry hurriedly shooting them a discreet look, silently telling them to stay quiet as he gestured towards the camera. The two boys got the drift real quick as they acted like they hadn't heard anything.

Tom visibly shivered, looking down at you with a scrunch of his nose as the crease between his brows deepened, skin turning red from the tips of his ears to the apple of his cheeks.

"Thank you, bubba." You beamed at him innocently, throwing in his favorite pet name to reel it back before he gets suspicious.

You looked too sweet and adorable that Tom could do nothing but roll his eyes. "No worries, darling," he sighed, head shaking as he retreated back inside the house to get you your water without another word.

***

Camera unnoticeably set up on the coffee table, you sat down on the living room couch and waited. As expected Tom came in soon after, never being able to be far from you for more than five minutes.

He sat himself closely beside you, a lazy smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around your form. You were quick to catch on that he was in a mood, brown eyes slightly hooded, his touch hot as he gave your waist a squeeze. He was about to dip his head to litter your neck with kisses but with the camera right across you, it wasn't exactly ideal to allow it. So, you said the word you know would put him off.

"Daddy, no."

Tom physically cringed as he swiftly pulled away, arms falling limp with his face twisted in a proper grimace. "Stop that," he said firmly, voice laced with annoyance.

"Stop what?"

"You know exactly what," he growled lowly, raising a brow at you in pure warning.

"I don't think I do, Tom," you said naively, flashing him an adorable pout and a tilt of your head to match.

Tom was about to say something when Harrison suddenly walked in.

"Mate, can you help me with my table for a sec? It's wobbling and I can't figure out why."

"Yeah, sure," Tom muttered, narrowing his eyes at you before getting off the couch and following his best friend.

Once he was out of sight, you dropped on the couch with a hand over your mouth, unable to hold your laughs anymore as you shook your head in utter amusement. You sat back up with a loud sigh, shooting the camera a thumbs-up before reaching over and turning it off.

***

Harry had set up a GoPro in the kitchen when Tom suggested he was going to cook dinner tonight. You left him alone with his task for roughly about ten minutes, just to make sure his mind was clear from you calling him daddy for the past couple of times.

He was peeling some potatoes when you emerged in the kitchen, your hand landing on the small of his back as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"What're you cooking daddy?"

Tom flinched, eyes screwing shut as he blew air out his nose, your cue to step away slightly.

"Okay, that's it," he hissed, dropping the metal peeler on the marble with a clang as he turned to face you fully, arms crossed over his chest with his hip resting on the edge of the kitchen island. "What are you doing?"

"What?" You furrowed your brows at him with a small frown, feign innocence crossing your features. Tom shook his head at you with a dark chuckle, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth.

"Don't act all innocent on me now, Y/N," he scolded, and with the glow in his eyes—as if him calling you by your name isn't enough—you know he was getting annoyed. "You've been calling me that since this morning, even in front of the boys and I've had enough of it. You know how I don't like that word in that context."

You pursed your lip to stop your smile. "What word?" you asked.

"The D word," he grumbled, shooting you a sharp look.

When you said he didn't like it, you were truly serious about it. Tom being unable to say it himself just goes to prove that point.

You tilted your head at him, a teasing smile erupting on your lips as you purred, "Daddy?"

Tom ran a hand over his reddened face as he growled, "Y/N, I swear—"

You burst out in a hearty laugh, Tom's demeanor changing from annoyance to downright confusion.

"Say hi to the camera Tom," you giggled, pointing towards the corner where you can make out the red blinking light. Tom whipped his head around, eyes landing on the small black box, one he didn't notice given that he was a bit busy.

Tom's whole body slumped when he turned back to you, slowly leaning forward until he was able to wrap both his arms around your waist, forehead landing on your shoulder so he could hide his face.

"I hate you," he groaned dejectedly. "I knew it had to be some kind of prank since we've already talked about that word."

"I couldn’t resist. Your reaction is just priceless whenever you hear me call you that word," you teased, Tom pulling away with a pout.

Escaping his grasp gently, you went over to the GoPro, holding it up so both of you were in shot. "Ha, got him! Until next time guys!" You waved with a bright smile, Tom doing the same but with less energy and a roll of his eyes. You turned the camera off and placed it on the counter before walking back to your man.

"But you do know how I liked to be called, right sweetheart?" Tom hummed, eyes darker, voice lowering a few octaves as he wrapped his arms around your waist firmly, moving you back until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island.

"Yes, I do," you breathed out, hands resting on his shoulders as you felt your body tingle from head to toe. Your bottom lip got caught between your teeth when Tom raised a knowing brow at you.

"Yes, what?" he prodded with a husky growl, eyes holding yours with that certain intensity, a familiar glimmer, one that always makes you submit so easily.

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

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[ch1giri]

heyy!! I found your blog recently and I really enjoy reading your writings! You’re an amazing writer! I’m really happy to see more Blue Lock content as well! Blue Lock is such an awesome manga and I love it so much! I look forward to more of your works! 💘

Could I also request maybe First Date headcanons with Sae, Rin, Nagi, Chigiri, Reo, Kunigami, Isagi, or any of the Blue Lock boys? Thank you!

Hi anon you are such a sweetheart thank you so much! This made my day (*≧з≦) I apologise for making you wait too long, I hope you'll like it! Also, sorry some of them were much longer than the others

First date headcanons

Characters: Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke and Isagi Yoichi

Sae Itoshi

• You have to be very special to catch his eye. He doesn't go just for anyone, but you, you're definitely special

• And once he confirms his feelings for you he confidently asks you out. Bonus points if you get flustered a bit, he thinks it's cute that he has that effect on you.

• Once you guys agree to go on a date this boy immediately rearranges his schedule around the date

• He tried suggesting that you two go on your first date in Spain or France. But you politely shut down his idea down, saying that he doesn't need to go overboard for your first date

• So you guys settle for a nice restaurant in Japan, he was a little bummed that he had to stay here but it's with you so he will manage

• Sae is a true gentleman, opens the door for you, pulls you out a chair, compliments you and pays for the meal

• If someone happens to see you two outside on a date tho, rumours will start immediately. But he couldn't give two shits tbh

• He would enjoy listening to your interests, Sae loves watching that spark light up in your eyes he knows the feeling of happiness that rushes through you when you talk about your interests.

• If they do happen to ask him about you on some press conferences he would just say: "Yes I'm currently dating someone, I don't get how is that related to my career."

• After your date, he would drive/walk you home and kiss you on your forehead. And when he comes back home he would have to fight the urge of buying some tickets for a foreign country to take you on your next date.

Rin Itoshi

• Like his brother, Rin seems very cold and calculated. So you have to be super interesting to catch his fancy

• Rin is introverted, so he wouldn't like to go out to some fancy restaurant. So he would take you out to the movies! He enjoys horror films so I feel like he would pick out a really good one

• After movies you guys would get ice cream and walk around, talking about anything and everything

• He would complain about all the lukewarm people he met in blue lock. And he would offer an ear to your complaints.

• He is so cute I swear, Rin is trying so hard to hide the smile that is stubbornly trying to show on his face. He doesn't want to blow his "cool guy" persona yet.

• He would walk you home and you would walk you home, but you would have to be one to initiate something. He wants to hug you, but the poor boy is just super embarrassed.

• When you hug him, or kiss him on the cheek. You can definitely see the red color creeping on his ears. When you two finally part your ways. Rin is letting that simle show, just this time it's much bigger and the pink dusting his cheeks is much more visible. But when he gets back home he puts on his cold facade

• He is not into PDA, so on your next date I feel like you two would walk around with your pinkies intertwined

Nagi Seishiro

• This one is a given, Nagi would totally take you out on an arcade date! He could effortlessly impress you, plus who doesn't love arcades?

• You two would play few intense rounds of air hockey. After the fifth time that you lost he let you win one round, just to see you jump around in victory

• After that you guys played some co op games, Mario Bros, Bubble Bobble and other classic

• Your small rivalry will continue as you guys start playing vs games like Street Fighter, Tekken and Mortal Kombat if you main Kitana you are immediately attractive idc again he will let you win just to see that cute smile on your face

• Please if you have the willpower make him play Taiko or DDR. At first he would be hesitant, because he thinks that it would require so much effort but if you bat your eyelashes he might just fall for your trap

• What can he say it's hard to resist when it comes to you. Surprisingly he is really good at Taiko, which of course earned a compliment from you "You should consider becoming a drummer." please just imagine drummer!Nagi what a concept

• Nagi saw you eyeing one of the toys in the claw machine and he just had to jump at the opportunity. So here you were with two milkshakes in your hands cheering Nagi on

• It took him a while but he got it in the end! He knows that you will treasure it, and the huge smile on your face was totally worth it

• You two walk to your house hand in hand and talk about all the games that you played you leave him with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to beat him fair and square next time

Reo Mikage

• This guy goes all out, like it's unreal how much effort he put in. The second you agreed to go out on a date with him he started planning everything out to the smallest detail

• A limo was waiting outside for you, I mean he did tell you to wear something nice, but you didn't expect this much

• He bought you flowers, he went as far as renting out the whole restaurant. Which is one of the most expensive in town.

• At first you felt kinda awkward, I mean isn't he going a bit too far? He probably spent a lot of money on this. But he reassured you that you deserve to be spoiled

• After some time you get much more comfortable, and you stop caring. You don't feel uncomfortable and out of place because Reo is there, and that's the only thing that matters

• After a very nice dinner made by the best cook in the country. You guys went on top of a tall building and just talked your hearts out, admiring the beautiful navy sky

• The limo took you guys back to your place and you were standing on your doorstep hoping that Reo would do something and he did!

• He kissed you! And you had to hold in a scream of happiness, after he left you ran into your room to let out that happiness by screaming into your pillow

Chigiri Hyoma

• Okay, you two would go on a study date! He feels like that's the best option, it's lowkey and he wouldn't feel as stressed to actually ask you out

• But just because the date seems casual, it doesn't mean he didn't carefully chose the location you two would go to. He checked all the local cafés and what food and drinks they serve

• He would choose the most beautiful café, a beautiful slow melody is bouncing around the room. The whole café was decorated with wood and plants, making it look like a whimsical forest

• You two ordered tea and got two Strawberry Shortcakes, Chigiri and you opened your books, you guys talked a bit about the harder subjects you have to get to eventually

• But as the conversation started to flow, you two kinda forgot about the pile of books you had on the table

• You talked about your favorite writers, and other hobbies you share, the tea was great and so was the Shortcake

• After a long talk, it was time to part your ways. Chigiri walked you home, and you guys just couldn't stop talking about everything and anything

• You didn't want to go and neither did he, so he immediately asked you out on a another date, and of course you were so excited

• When he left he just couldn't stop thinking about you, so he called you and the two of you talked for so long.

• Both of you couldn't wait to see each other again

Kunigami Rensuke

• The two of you would go to an amusement park! Eating delicious, colourful cotton candy as you guys talked about all the ride you want to go on

• Kunigami would win so many games, you would have so many stuffed animals by the end of it

• Like his hands were full and you were carrying two stuffed bears each settled into your hands

• You guys would ride the fastest, highest roller coasters. But if you are afraid of heights, that's okay too. There is a lot of other fun rides and games you can try

• You would go on the teacups and you would ride a carousel giggling like little children throughout all of it

• Kunigami suggested that you should visit the Haunted mansion, everything was fine at first, but then a second jump scare happened and then out of reflex Kunigami hit the poor worker in the head

• When the sun started to fall asleep and the sky splashed with orange gradients. The two of you went to a farriers wheel

• Walking home still laughing about the aftermath of the punch Kunigami accidentally landed and your hands full with the stuffed prizes, he asked you out on a next date

Isagi Yoichi

• Isagi took you out on a picnic! At first he was kinda hesitant to ask you out. He can get really insecure at times and you are just so perfect he thought you were way out of his league

• When you said yes, he was the happiest he ever felt it's the same feeling he gets when he scores a goal

• In an attempt to surprise Isagi, you decided to make some sandwiches

• Isagi had the same idea tho, so when you two met up, both of you were holding baskets full of food earning an angelic laugh from Isagi

• The field looked beautiful, it was filled with flowers and some kids were running around. The two of you sat on a blanket right under a blossoming cherry tree

• Munching on some sandwiches, you talked about anything and everything

• After you stuffed your faces with food, Isagi suggested that you two play football. And you eagerly agreed

• Sure, maybe you aren't the best football player. But seeing the spark that is dancing in his eyes is totally worth running around trying to kick a ball

• To your surprise, you played football for hours laughing and playfully bickering

• And everything was fine until the rain began to fall. Quickly starting to pack your things up, Isagi looked for the shelter

• The two of you ran to safety, never dropping your smiles, your hair and clothes totally wet by now

• Your house was closer so that's where you went. You begged Isagi to stay until the rain stopped. And he oh was he embarrassed, he's never been in a girl's room and now here he is. Changing into some clothes you had laying around while you were making tea for the both of you

• After some time passed, Isagi finally got comfortable and you laughed the whole situation off

• When the rain stopped, it was time for him to go even though you didn't want him to

• He thanked you for the stuff you lent him. Promising to return them on the next date