#and had to immediately sit on the ground and rest my head on my calves

[fingertipsmp3]

2022 heard me saying that it was a shit year but at least it didn’t try to kill me as many times as 2021 did, and was like ‘y’know what? Let’s end this bitch’ and made me sprain my knee again

[pixels-not-dreams]

wingtip || dom!light yagami x reader

He swings his leg back, and forward again, making swift, bruising contact with the flesh of your abdomen. It's a pain unlike others you've experienced. You can tell immediately that you'll have a lovely bruise there. It will be shades of purple and blue and black, and as it fades to green and yellow you'll know that Light's love is being absorbed into your body. Redistributed from the injury to your guts and heart. But now, as the blood rushes to the point of impact, it hurts, and you feel happy.

Light has burned you with cigarettes before, and that is a bright, scalding agony all its own. He smokes Seven Stars. You know this because he trusts you to get them for him. He trusts you because, although he has many loyal servants, he loves you best of all. You go to Lawson, or 7-11, or Family Mart (he prefers Lawson—the white of the milk bottle logo reminds him of his own mastery of death). You buy him two packs of Seven Stars, and you kneel in front of him, holding up the cartons like shinsen at a kamidama. Sometimes, when he feels very, very grateful, he smiles at you. It's the most beautiful thing you see all day.

This is why you trust him to hurt you. He would only do this if he trusted you to bear the brunt bravely, like the good soldier you are. If he didn't think this, he would give you a curt nod and a restrained, too-formal arigatou gozaimashita. This left you bereft and unsatisfied. You used to feel this hungry dissatisfaction when he fucked you hard and rough finished too quickly. Now, you have something better than his cock. His fists and shoes are more than enough.

You knew Light was going to beat you. The second the door had shut behind him, a glint had shone in his eye. This only happened when you'd been very, very good, and he had to hurt you to show his gratitude.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. “You understand why I have to do this, don't you?”

You swallow hard and lick your lips. It's so hard not to squirm when Light looks at you. He's sitting so regally in his office chair. It's a Hermann Miller. He had it imported from Germany. You had helped get it out of customs at Narita.

His suit is navy blue. He's taken a shine to western menswear, and he allows you to take his dry cleaning, sometimes.

“Did you lose your head, Y/N?” he asks. “I asked you a question. I want an answer—I don't speak to you for my health, you know.”

“Yes, Kira-sama,” you say. “I lost my head. I understand why you have to hit me.”

“I have to hit you because…” he prompts. The corner of his mouth is twitching. Is he going to smile? You hope he is. You push yourself up off the ground to kneel. You're so wet you're afraid you might leave a spot on the backs of your calves. Last time that happened, Light berated you for being sloppy and kicked you in the rear. You'd had a sole-shaped bruise for a week and a half.

“Because,” you say. You feel breathless. “You love me best of all.”

“Well done, Y/N,” Light says. He doesn't smile—not yet. But you can see it building inside him. “You've learned well. You were so stupid when you first came to me, weren't you?”

“Yes, Kira-sama. I was very stupid. I am still very stupid.”

His eyes narrow.

“Excuse me, Y/N,” he says. “I don't remember inviting you to contradict me.” His voice has a steely edge to it now. You've annoyed him, and your cheeks burn.

“What do I do when you undermine me, Y/N?” He looks up to the ceiling, a mocking mimicry of being deep in thought.

You sit back further on your heels. Your cunt pulses. If you get up, he'll see how wet you are, and he'll laugh and laugh.

“You punish me, Kira-sama.” A tear wobbles in the corner of your eye. You try to stop it from falling, but you're leaking everywhere.

“That's right. Very good.” Light clasps his hands together and leans back in his chair. He spins idly from side to side, considering his options. He could slap you, or pinch you, or force you to spend the rest of the day working with your tits out. He'd done that, once, when he sent you out for a six-pack of Kirin and you'd returned with Asahi.

He leans forward and grabs your face, squeezing it hard enough to force your lips to pucker. A bubble of saliva pops between them. You try hard to meet his eyes, but it burns to do so.

“Stand,” he commands, letting go of you. “Go on.”

You obey him. You're careful to stay facing him the whole time so he doesn't see the slick of your stupid, needy cunt. It's so hard to be still when you're like this; you wobble from foot to foot, as if he's already fucked you.

“Turn around.”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You think, for a second, that you might be sick, and you clutch your stomach where he’d kicked you. Slowly, as if you're stuck in molasses, you spin so that your back is to him.

Light inhales slowly. You can tell from the smell filling your nostrils that he's lit one of his Seven Stars. He can't see your face, but you beam with pride. You can hear him rise from the chair and walk towards you. He hovers behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat of him, and blows a cloud of smoke over your shoulder, burning your eyes and nose.

Suddenly, his hand is on your behind, groping for the cleft between your legs. He pulls his hand away as quickly as he'd laid it on you and shakes it as if he's touched garbage—which, you suppose, he has.

He leans close to your ear. His breath is smoky and too-warm. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand and your knees weak.

“Disgusting,” he says, and you know he's smiling at last. “You lost your head because you're ruled by your cunt.”

You nod, too mortified to speak. He places his hand between your shoulder blades and shoves you lightly so that you stumble forward. You want to look over your shoulder, search his face for reassurance—but you're very brave, so you stay facing the wall.

Light is shuffling around out of your sight. You assume he's putting out his cigarette. Maybe loosening his tie, taking off his jacket. If you're lucky, he's stroking himself, getting his cock ready to slap you with it. He hasn't done that in a while. You haven't earned it.

The smell of shoe polish betrays that, after all his pomp and circumstance, he's going to kick you again with one of his beautiful wingtips. They're Celine. You ordered them for him from a shopping service in Paris.

His silence frightens you. You know the impact of his shoe; it's as comforting as a visit from an old friend. But that doesn't make it easier to anticipate the blow before it glances.

You stand in agonized silence for who knows how long, your cunt dripping all the while. As soon as your guard drops, he rears back and kicks you with all his might in the small of your back. He must truly hate you, you think in your head. To care so little for your kidneys is criminal. But your heart and your cunt know he loves you.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Donnie and no. 30

:]

Donnie + Dangerous Temperatures

Donnie hadn't kept his eye on the dark clouds on the horizon, like he'd promised Raph. Donnie hadn't remembered to bring a coat, like he'd promised Leo. And Donnie didn't 'get home soon' like he'd promised Mikey.

The first flakes of snow drifted down right in front of his nose, landing on the heap of junk he was currently perched on.

"Shoot," he cursed. Glancing up, he saw that the clouds above the electric lights if Repo's yard were much too dark for five o'clock, even at this time of year.

A sudden gust of wind whistled through the mountains of scrap. Donnie's feet-- already rather numb from being without shoes in November-- slid out from under him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall far.

Unfortunately, something caught his fall.

Donnie's legs punched through a precariously placed sheet of metal. Reduced though the feeling was, he could still feel shards of metal tearing up his calves. He couldn't stop the scream that leapt from his throat. It echoed through the silent scap yard.

The only thing that moved was the thickening deluge of snow.

Okay... he thought, quelling his panic. This is fine... I just need to-- need to--

Until another gust ripped through the yard. Donnie's only warning was a creak, the screech of metal on metal, and a sudden shadow on the dull sheet around his legs.

Pops of color exploded in front of his eyes as pain did likewise upon his cranium.

Everything

went

dark

----

The first thing he noticed was a distant rattling sound.

The next thing that he noticed was the cold pressure, soaking into his bones.

The last thing he noticed was the pain.

As soon as Donnie became aware of these things, they all increased tenfold. He cracked his eyes open.

The rattling came from himself. His jaw was sore from chattering. Donnie shivered intensely enough that the metal sheet he was slumped over practically vibrated. Metal sheet...

Ah yes. The one trapping his legs. Come to think of it, they hurt quite a lot. As did his head. He tried to sit up.

He couldn't.

Donnie's cheek and hands were stuck to the metal. Of course. Why not. Frozen in place.

A layer of snow covered the rest of him, maybe a few inches thick. Raph said the storm coming was supposed to drop a few feet. And by the looks of it, the blizzard would only worsen. If Donnie didn't move he would be buried.

With immense pain and immediate regret, Donnie tugged his face off the metal. The whipping snow stung what was surely torn skin. His hands came off more easily. Not because they were less frozen or less painful, but because they were almost entirely numb.

Tearing his legs from the metal was agony. The snow around him was immediately stained with deepening crimson.

Numb yet still wracked with pain, Donnie toppled down the rest of the pile, crashing all the way. The snow already drifting at the bottom did nothing to cushion him.

Donnie moaned, shivering so much he couldn't even see straight. Finally free, fear settled over him like the snow. There was no way he could walk back to the Lair. And with visibility of about ten feet and unknown wind speeds, flying with his battleshell was entirely out of the question.

But there was frostbite. And hypothermia. And likely a concussion. And the possibility of bleeding out.

Donnie was dead either way.

The thought hit him so hard he would have sat down had he not already been sprawled on the ground. He legitimately might freeze to death.

He needed to find shelter... or... or something...um... where was he...?

Distantly, he registered that confusion was a symptom of hypothermia.

Oh. Oh no.

I'll be a purple popsicle by the time my brothers find me...

Donnie began to chuckle. Desperation, terror, and probably hysterica bubbled out of him in laughter. And he couldn't stop, gasping and choking on his mad cackles. The next thing he knew he was sobbing. Howling lost to the wind, but crying all the while.

He sobbed again. The tears were blissfully warm on his cheeks.

Donnie curled up into the tightest ball he could. He couldn't keep his eyes open.

As the weight of snow piled up on top of him, he could almost hear someone calling his name in the distance.

He thought he saw a blue figure sprinting his way.

And he fell into icy darkness.

[alemonadinixi]

Jay's Story

Sierra was a Hiss. Refugees from an intergalactic war, the Hiss had run as far as they could. Earth was the first planet they’d found where they could breathe the air, and every country on the planet immediately enacted its own rules and regulations for welcoming (or not) the aliens. As time passed, they integrated more and more into society, until they were still uncommon but not unusual. Sierra wasn’t what her mother called her, but it was the human name she chose. Their people don’t call themselves “The Hiss” either. That was a moniker given to them by the internet due to the way their language sounds. Given that their language also combines body language, and humans don’t have tails, it’s a lot easier for everyone that the Hiss learned human languages rather than the other way around.

I thought Sierra was also incredibly attractive. Yes, she looked like a lizard-woman from a furry artist’s wet dream. That was… well, kind of the point. Curved strong thighs with a tight stomach, strong arms and just something about that tail, long and thin, not quite fully prehensile but definitely controlled. It didn’t touch the ground, the end stopping about halfway down her calves. She was built like a tall, lean, emerald green scaled athlete. Her belly and palms were a lighter shade than the rest, a pattern of light and dark greens up her neck and to her almost-humanlike face. I thought she was beautiful. And somehow, through some miracle, she enjoyed spending time with me.

Don't get me wrong, I've got enough self-confidence to know I'm a good guy. I was in good shape, too— not the athletic level she was at, but I ate healthy and regularly exercised. I kept my blond hair shorter on the sides and longer on top, my wardrobe leaned a little casual, and I spent most of my free time gaming. Sierra was fascinated with human culture and loved watching me play, watching films, anime, everything. I'm still amazed at how lucky I was to meet her, and that she was willing to give us a shot.

Interspecies relations were slowly becoming more and more common, but were still considered deviant at best, taboo at worst. Being friends with your Hiss coworker was accepted and encouraged, but dating the “lizard” was something else entirely. Most of the people I knew thought I was a little weird for dating a Hiss, but they also took an instant liking to her once they had a conversation. Society as a whole, however, was less accepting, and so we tended to keep it quiet. That quickly became difficult to continue to do.

Sierra was miserable. Hiss couldn’t cry, but I recognized the body language as I came home from work and found her sitting on his sofa. I’d recently given her the key to my place, but this was the first time she’d used it without mentioning to me beforehand that she’d be here. “Sierra? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She was quiet for a long moment before whispering, “I’m fertilized.”

I blinked. Twice. “You’re… what?”

“Eggs, Jay,” she looked up at me, anguished. “I didn’t think we were compatible, so I didn’t take any precautions, but--”

“Wait.” I sat down on the sofa next to her, a knot of dread in my guts. “Are you telling me you’re… pregnant?”

She tilted her head side to side the way she always did when the human comparison wasn’t quite right, “My eggs were fertilized. If they hadn’t been, then they would have been reabsorbed without any trouble. But now they will develop! I’ll have to have them surgically removed.”

Knocking up my alien girlfriend was not at all what I had pictured for my life, but she obviously wanted to keep her babies. “Honey, you don’t have to get rid of them. I’ll help. Whatever you need, we can work this out.”

She shook her head, frustrated this time, “No, Jay, I literally need to have them removed. Females don’t lay eggs, males do!” I froze a moment, extremely confused. She explained, “The initial development of the eggs happens in the female, but then we have to deposit them into a male to complete the incubation. We are physically incapable of carrying them the entire time, the eggs would certainly not survive and it would be extremely dangerous for the female as well.”

“... oh.” My mind struggled to catch up, “So, you have to get rid of them because you don’t have a male to put them in.”

“None of my people would ever consent to carrying the eggs of a female he isn’t bonded to, and even if there was one, he would never take the eggs fertilized by a human. This isn’t even supposed to be possible!”

“Right. But, wait, don't you have artificial incubators or something?” I decided not to reference farm animals and shifted gears, “I mean, sometimes human babies are born prematurely and so we put them in these things that keep them stable until they mature enough to live on their own. Hiss don't have that?”

“It's extremely important that the egg never be exposed until it’s laid.”

I wondered how much of that was biological risk and how much was cultural taboo, but that didn’t really matter right now.

She slumped against me, and I could hardly stand it. She wanted to be a mom so badly. I knew this about her before, we’d talked about it, whether or not we ever wanted kids. She did. I wasn’t in a rush, but I wasn’t opposed to the idea. I always assumed we’d have to adopt and the paperwork would be hell, but here I was with a family firmly deposited in front of me… if I wanted to risk taking it. And goddamn was it a risk. I couldn’t believe I was even considering it.

“Hey, Sierra?”

“Yes?”

“What if…” I swallowed hard, tried to get up the courage for this. There was a good chance this wouldn’t even work, after all. I also had no idea what sort of side effects might happen, regardless of if it did or didn’t. But, I was sure by now that I loved her and… ah, fuck it. “What if you put them in me?”

She reeled back like I was insane, and she might have been right, “What?! You don’t have an incubation pouch!”

“Ok, where is one of those usually located?”

“It’s an internal organ, Jay, you just don’t have it.”

“Could we implant one?”

She smacked my shoulder. “Jay! Be serious!”

I took her hands, “I am being serious. You really want to have these kids, right? Start a family? I admit this is a hell of a lot sooner than I expected, but…”

Her kiss cut me off, long and tender. “You really want to?”

Oh boy. “Yes.”

She smiled in sheer joy. I felt all warm and fluttery, and absolutely fucking terrified but it was worth it.

We had a lot of research to do.

[cloudninetonine]

*walks on in tiredly while utilizing high heels, stares at the chaos, shrugs, offers you tea then sits down with biscuits to watch the world burn* I have zero context about what I just walked into, but darn it if it ain't entertaining after a long week of bull, hope y'all are doing good and getting enough rest plus doing good today! May existence treat you decently.

I would honestly feed you more mythological lore right now but it's unfortunately the middle of a storm with lightning and my brain is tired, so maybe in another ask, but a fun little factoid here: Cú Chulainn once broke a divine sword made by the gods themselves after using it precisely two times, so I personally find it funny if the reason Fi breaks down in TOTK is because Fia/Seraph pushed her too much and didn't take her to a smith before he died and then she just ended up in Wild's hands which wasn't any better, unintentional and probably not a true parallel but just thought I'd share. Plus an excerpt of what he looked like during the Riastrad according to Thomas Kinsella's Tain:

"The first warp-spasm seized Cúchulainn, and made him into a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of. His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and organ from head to foot, shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin, so that his feet and shins switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front... On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless knob as big as the head of a month-old child... he sucked one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane couldn't probe it onto his cheek out of the depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek. His mouth weirdly distorted: his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared, his lungs and his liver flapped in his mouth and throat, his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram's fleece reached his mouth from his throat... The hair of his head twisted like the tangle of a red thornbush stuck in a gap; if a royal apple tree with all its kingly fruit were shaken above him, scarce an apple would reach the ground but each would be spiked on a bristle of his hair as it stood up on his scalp with rage."

Just some fun facts.

Lora fic is 45% complete, song of choice is under wraps but I can send in an excerpt when it's not storming outside?

Player's Newly Gifted Wolf Vs Wolfie for the role of best doggo, fight! That or the wolf and horse are immediately Player's besties and help them get up to shenanigans, Legend being overly suspicious? Horse pushes him down with their head and the wolf walks on by at the precisely convenient time, Player wants to play a prank on Wild? Wolf is there as a distraction while the horse helps Player get away with the promise of sneaking them meat bits during dinner, plus I can see Seraph/Fia just LOSING it in the afterlife. On another note, Seraph/Fia noticing neither Wild nor Hyrule are teaching Player how to handle weapons, sighs and immediately goes "Fine I'll do it myself" by pulling a Hero's Shade and teaching them whenever they're in fairly isolated areas, look he respects their view and approves of it, but he also was a Gladiator and had to kill his shield brother so I feel like him teaching anyone self defense is a must, next time Dink comes by the Chain he just gets immediately shanked by Player who at least learned how to use daggers efficiently, or throws down hand to hand with Dink on the ground while Seraph is practically hollering proud comments like a coach or something, or lends them a bit of his strength/magic in a semi-Riastrad state temporarily to help, idk I'm tired, might dive into it later.

Also I have discovered what's arguably a rare Link variant, and that'd be Sir Raven aka Legend's Ancestor, double agent hero of Labrymna from the OOA Manga and Time's descendentant

My sleep deprived self personally thinks it's important more people know he exists.

Something something, au where everything is the same but Player is a Herscherr, or more aptly has a Herscherr personality that's either more like HoV or HoS from Honkai, or au where Player is basically Shin Shin Yuseung from ORV. I only have half an idea how that would work, but let's just say Dink would have a bad day either way, FD would probably be intrigued and First and Sky would once again be divine bait.

Anyway that will be that for today, hope you're having a nice time of the day and existence!

-A Very Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

HI SUM I HOPE EVERYTHING ON YOUR END IS OKAY NOW!

Also SIR RAVEN I LOVE HIM

He's such a handsome man.

The idea that the reason Wild breaks weapons so much is passed down from Fia/Seraph makes me cackle- like ancestor like descendant I guess OIBDEWOICEI.

ALSO HERO'S SAHDE SERAPH TYPE BEAT I LOVE IT- sure he's gotta deal with Player screaming the first time they see him but it's a very enlightening experience seeing someone dead in your dreams so mans just gotta suck it up. At least Player gets to shank Dink, that's all they care about.

Wolf and Horse duo! We love to see it! Player's little buddy with too much sharp teeth and the horse who people wish wasn't a predator! Their main focus being Player is cute too.

I'm not very informative about Honkai, other than what my friend has info dumped on me but I do slightly remember a herscherr so good luck with that Dink OHBEOIEO

[fennel-snowfall]

Wolf Quest Novelization Day 5:

Bone started running away, again, but this time I can't be upset. I'm too relieved. Snowfall is eating well, and running and tumbling with their siblings, almost entirely back to normal.

Now that they're getting their strength back, I'm surprised (though I probably shouldn't be) at how bold they are. They don't wander as far as Bone, but it's still further than I like when they're still weak.

- - -

It all happened so fast. I sent the pups into the den, Clover and I planning to go eat as much of the remainder of the elk carcass as we could. And then the grizzly appeared as though from out of nowhere, charging out of the woods downwind so we couldn't smell them, aiming right for the den, where Bone's tail was just disappearing obediently into the shadows.

For a few seconds, I was too shocked to move, frozen in place. Pain erupting across my side as the bear slammed me to the ground as it charged past broke me out of the shock. It took what felt like forever to scrabble back to my feet, and by that time, Clover had their jaws around one of the bear's hind legs, snarling as the grizzley roared in pain and anger. They swung around, one paw aiming for Clover's head, and Clover dodged away just in the nick of time. Then I had my own teeth buried in the bear's thick, musky fur on their other ankle.

We managed to chase them away, hopefully for good.

I went inside the den to make sure the pups were okay, and reassure them that Clover and I were. Clover decided they wanted to stay by the den to watch over the pups, so I set off for the elk carcass alone.

Dark clouds were forming in the distance, but the sky over the den was still bright.

After a while, it started to rain.

When I reached the carcass, I was happy to see that there was still more than enough for me to eat my full, and carry some back to the den. My risk had paid off. But next time, I planned to pick an easier target. There's not much time left before the calves are no longer calves.

I got back to the den with no problem, and by then it was raining there too, with lightning flashing and thunder booming overhead.

I sat down the chunk I'd brought back for Clover, and Snowfall ate their fill of the elk I regurgitated for them, with Bone and Rabbit ate the rest. We all curled up together to sleep.

I dreampt that there were wolves who had antlers like elk, but fought by rearing up onto their hind legs and boxing with their front legs like hares.

Clover frantically woke me up to tell me that Rabbit was sick.

- - -

I stayed with the pups while Clover went to get their own food.

Bone began to wander off as usual, this time dragging a stick bigger than they were, which made it easier to catch up with them, even though I hated to leave Rabbit's side. They were listless, hardly touching any food and ignoring Bone and Snowfall's attempts to play.

I picked up Bone, and to my shock, Snowfall went trotting past me as casually as anything. And then they just kept going. I had to put Bone down and sternly order them both to get back to the den, unable to carry them both at the same time. They went back willingly enough, with me right behind them. Rabbit was sitting in a different spot when we got back, and wagged their tail when they saw us.

I was about to go over to check on them when I realized a golden eagle was circling above.

I barked immediately for the pups to get inside, but Bone glanced up and saw the eagle, and panicked, running off towards the trees instead of towards the safety of the den. I barked again for Rabbit and Snowfall to get inside, unable to see where they were in the growing darkness. I ran for Bone, the only pup I could still see, trying to keep an eye on the eagle above even as I scooped Bone up and ran for the den.

I shoved Bone into the den, then spun around, desperately scanning the trees and grass for any sight of Snowfall or Rabbit, unable to see where the eagle had gone. Where were they? Where were they?

I don't know how long it took me to run panicked circles around the den's clearing, hearing the wingbeats of the eagle threateningly above me, before I realized they might have already gone into the den. I dashed back and shoved inside, to find the three pups huddled in the back together.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and curled up around them, reassuring them, and myself, that they were safe.

- - -

Eventually I went out to make sure it was safe, and found Clover waiting for us. I called the pups out, and, as regular as the sunrise, Bone immediately set off for the treeline like it was home.

So healthy you'd never even know they were sick, Snowfall is almost as bad as Bone now. I don't think I'm ever going to get a moment's rest with these pups.

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[glazesunflower]

Pranking them (NSFW!)

Characters: Ayaka, Itto, Yae Miko, Hu Tao, Shenhe, Jean, Thoma, Shinobu x GN!Reader.

Warnings: NSFW !! This is for 18+ years old users. If you're a minor, please refrain from interacting. This content isn't for you.

Notes: How they would react to you pretending you were going to give them oral, only to pick something off the ground instead.

She is sitting on her bed, revising some documents before going to sleep. You deem now it’s the perfect time to prank her.

You walk up to her. She’s sitting straight on the far end of the bed, legs gracefully closed together.

You kneel down in front of her, placing your hand on her knee gently.

Ayaka immediately blushes, lowering the document she’s been reading.

“My love…” She whispers, confused.

You move your hand that’s resting on her knee down her thigh slowly, and her breath hitches. “At— At a place like this, I don’t think…”

She says, but her body betrays her, and before she can process the thought she’s slowly parting her thighs for you, like an instinct.

“Here it is!” You cheerfully say, holding out a hair tie.

Ayaka stares at the item in your hand and the realization quickly hits her. Her cheeks grow a deep shade of red, embarrassment written all over her face.

You try to suppress a smile, faking a concerned voice. “Is something wrong, Ayaka?”

“No, I—“ She swallows, her eyes looking everywhere but in your direction. “My apologies. It seems like I misread the situation.”

You smile at her and palm her face. “What was your pretty head thinking?”

“Nothing appropriate, I apologize.” Her cheeks are burning with crimson colors. She notices the sly smile on your face. “Were you… teasing me, by any chance?” She asks, letting her cheek rest on the palm of your hand.

You lean down, unable to keep on with the prank anymore, and press a kiss to Ayaka’s forehead.

“Yes. But I’m afraid I can’t tease you for too long.” You say, using your other hand to caress her upper thigh in a way that sends butterflies in her stomach. “Should I make it up to you, then?”

Ayaka watches you get on your knees again, and she’s quick to nod, leaning back a little.

“Yes, please.”

Itto and you were watching a movie together. You have gotten up to get a glass of water, and when you come back you deem it a good time to pull a prank on your boyfriend.

You go up to the couch where he’s sitting and tie up your hair in a ponytail.

“Oh good, you’re back. This is the best part of the movie, babe! Quick— Quick, quick. You don’t want to miss it!”

You ignore his words and kneel right in front of him, running your fingers up his calves.

Itto’s attention immediately shifts to you, the movie long forgotten.

“Ah, hell yes!” He cheerfully exclaims, lifting his arms and resting his head back on them, waiting for your touch on him.

“Hm?” You grab the remote that you had purposefully thrown under the couch and look up at him with innocent eyes. “Did you say something, babe?”

Itto looks at the remote and then to you, realizing what you initially wanted to do. He throws his head back and lets out a deep sigh.

“Aw, man. That’s just not fair.” He pouts.

“What’s wrong?” You sit next to him on the couch, remote in your hand. “I was just picking this up.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited.” He says, his head hanging low. “Can’t blame me though, it really felt like you were gonna give me head.”

He’s so honest and open with you, it makes you feel a bit mean to keep up with the prank. So you lean down close to him and smile.

“Well, do you want me to?”

Itto’s head quickly turns to you, eyes sparkling. Before you can process his movements, he’s pouncing on you.

“Obviously, yeah!”

You hear the sound of the water stopping, signaling that your girlfriend has gotten out of the shower. You think this is the perfect time to prank her.

You walk up to the bathroom and find her, with a towel around her torso and another drying her hair.

“Hi there, little one.” She winks at you when you enter the room.

Her actions make you flustered but you’re determined to go through with your prank. Luckily for you, she is standing right by the counter and sink, which has drawers at the bottom of it.

“Hello to you, hot stuff.” You smile, tying your hair back as you get to your knees in front of her.

Miko follows your movements and draws a smirk, her sharp eyes shining with a newfound curiosity.

You hold her leg with one of your hands and she keeps her eyes on you the entire time, unflinching and waiting for your next move on her.

Instead of pulling down the towel, you reach over and open the drawer at the bottom, grabbing a pack of kleenex.

“Hm.” Miko narrows her eyes, a frown forming on her face.

You give her a funny look and tilt your head to the side. "What's that face for?"

“You know I don’t especially enjoy it when you tease me so shamelessly.” She says.

You draw a sly smile. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Miko chuckles, holding your chin between her index finger and her thumb. There’s something dangerous in her eyes, the sudden realization hits you that she has you exactly where she wants you.

“Demand a proper compensation, of course.” Her voice is soft like velvet, and you watch as she drops the towel to her feet, your eyes leveled right below her navel. You swallow. “It’s only fair that you make it up to me now, don’t you think?”

After a day of promoting the Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao has invited you to hang out at her place.

She is sitting on her bed, phone in her hand as she absentmindedly scrolls through it, and you think it’s the perfect time to pull a prank on her.

She’s even on the perfect position— Sitting on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, not paying much attention to anything in particular.

You walk up to her and tie your hair back. Hu Tao eyes you curiously but she doesn’t fully focus her ember eyes on you until you kneel down in front of her.

“Oh?” She slightly opens her mouth when your hand comes to rest on her knee, successfully gaining her attention.

Reading the situation, Hu Tao immediately takes her one leg off the other and splits them, a quick smile making its way to her lips.

Instead of leaning closer to her though, you reach under the bed and grab a book that you had set there earlier.

“So here is where it was! How silly of me to lose it like that.” You say in a playful tone.

Hu Tao looks at the book and then at you, but she knows that smile all too well and she’s quick to understand that this was a prank.

She will have none of it, though.

She plops her thighs on your shoulders, her feet crossing behind your head, trapping you in place.

You blink twice, looking at her from between her legs. “I was just picking this up—“

Hu Tao leans back, a smug grin on her face. “Well, now you’re doing something else instead~”

You had been wanting to pull a prank on Shenhe for a while, mostly because you don’t know how she’d react at all, and the thought alone of Shenhe misinterpreting the situation is enough to push you to do it.

You find Shenhe sitting on your couch, reading one of the books she borrowed from you with utmost intent. You walk up to her swiftly, tying your hair back and plopping on the ground in front of her.

At first she doesn’t notice you being there because she’s engrossed in her reading. To gain her attention, you slowly hold one of her legs with your hand, your nails scratching at her calf as you make your way to her thigh.

Shenhe finally sets the book down and cocks her head at you, her winter eyes searching your face.

You stay still for a second, and then you push yourself off the ground and sit next to her.

Shenhe frowns. “Oh.”

“Is something wrong, Shenhe?” You tilt your head, an innocent expression in place.

“I thought this was going to be like the other times.” She says slowly, her brow furrowed as she thinks of the signs you gave her and how she misinterpreted them.

“Which other times?” You’re fighting the smile that attempts to bloom on your lips. She’s so cute, confused like that.

Shenhe turns to you, her winter eyes stern and serious when she opens her mouth.

“When you lick me down there.”

You flush from her words alone.

“Well— I was only tying my shoelaces.” You say, rising one feet to show her.

“I see.” Shenhe sounds a little disappointed. It would be mean of you to leave it like that now, wouldn't it?

“Unless…” You lean to her, moving your hand to caress her thigh. “Is that something that you want now?”

Shenhe seems pensive. If you didn’t know her better, you’d claim there’s a hint of embarrassment sitting behind her collected expression.

“Yes. I would like that.”

You’re at Jean’s office. She usually works very hard until very late, so you’re keen on keeping her company more often than not, even when most of the other knights have finished their shifts for the day.

Looking at her writing report after report, the evident crease between her brows, you can’t help but notice the stress of the day taking a toll on her.

In an attempt to lighten up her mood, you decide it’s a perfect time to pull a little prank on your girlfriend.

You pretend to drop something under her desk, letting out a small, Oh, silly me!

Jean watches from the corner of her eye how you disappear under the desk, crawling to her.

“Did you drop something, my love?” She looks down at you from your point between her parted legs. When she notices you sitting there, your hands on either side of her thighs and that glint in your eyes she’s learned to recognize, Jean flushes.

She looks left and right. “...Oh. Are we— In the office? This is hardly the place for—”

“Here it is!” You say, now with a pencil in your hand.

“Ah. Yes, of course. You dropped the pencil, yes.” Jean nods her head frantically, her cheeks tinted red. “You can get up from there now, it must be uncomfortable.”

You draw a smile, placing your elbows on her thighs, looking up at her. You think it’s sweet how she’s looking after you even in this situation.

“You have been working the whole day, Jean. You must be very stressed.” You say, and she reluctantly nods to your words. “Since I’m already here, do you mind if I help you out a bit?”

Jean swallows hard, feeling your hands on either side of her knees parting her legs. She looks at the door and makes a mental note to get a lock.

“Alright.” Jean says, low and bashful. “I’ll be in your care.”

You are getting ready to go out for the night, Ayato insisted that he had good news and he wanted you, Thoma and Ayaka together to celebrate over dinner.

“Are you ready yet?” Thoma asks you. “It’s still early, but if we arrive at the restaurant first we can get the nicest table.”

“I’m pretty sure Ayato has already booked the nicest table, don’t you think?” You chuckle at your boyfriend being nervous.

“Ah. You’re probably right.” He chuckles too. “Should we head off, then?”

“Just a second.” You say. “Hold very still.”

You lower yourself in front of him, dragging your hands on either side of his waist very slowly, then off his legs, kneeling in front of him.

Thoma immediately blushes.

“What are you…?” He looks at the ceiling, his cheeks burning, waiting for your touch. “Should we— Should we be doing this now…?”

“Doing what, baby?” You smile up to him. “You had your shoelace untied, so I tied it for you.”

“My shoelace— Oh. I see.” He chuckles nervously. “Thank you, my heart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Whatever were you thinking?” You press a kiss to his hip bone, a sly smile on your lips.

Thoma is quick to catch on.

“You know I love it when you tease me, my love.” He says, placing his hands on your head and caressing your hair softly. “But we don’t want to be too late.”

“We won’t be too late. Just a little late is fine, right?”

You smile, your fingers finding the zipper of his pants, and he’s never learned how to say no to you.

She is sitting on her couch, eyes closed and her fingers massaging her temples. She lets out a long sigh. Another day, another time Shinobu had to break her boss out of the Tenryou Commission prision. With your help, of course.

You tie your hair back and plop on the ground in front of her. She’s so tired she hasn’t even noticed you’re there.

It’s not until you gently run your fingers up her calves that she notices you are kneeling in front of her.

Her cheeks grow a light shade of pink, and she leans back on the couch, her eyes pinned on you.

You move your hand from her calves to her knees and she obediently spreads her legs, looking down at you.

You feel slightly bad that you’re playing with her even though she’s this tired, but not bad enough to stop. You grab your phone that you have purposely dropped under the couch and hold it up, a smile on your face.

“Finally found it!” You say.

Shinobu raises her eyebrows, realization hitting her; and she’s quick to cross her legs, a frown on her face.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You innocently tilt your head.

“I thought you were gonna—” She sighs, running her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. This was a prank, wasn’t it? You spend way too much time with the boss.”

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to her knee. “It was a prank, but I can eat you out if you want me to. No more pranks, I promise.”

Shinobu eyes you warily, her lilac eyes sharp on yours.

“Sure.” She says, and a second later you feel her hands wrap around the back of your head. You feel butterflies in your stomach. “I will make sure you stay true to your words.”

[dreamqueenkala]

OVERHEARD

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WARNINGS: Mutual H*ndjob; Gr*ping; Voyeurism; Anxiety; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; F*ngering; Internalized Hom*phobia; Hints of Ab*se; Sweet Talk

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.

"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.

"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"

"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.

"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.

Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.

Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.

He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"

I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.

"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.

"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.

Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"

"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."

His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.

The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.

"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.

"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.

"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.

"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"

"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"

"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.

"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.

"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.

"You're fucking with me."

He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."

Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.

"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.

"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.

"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.

He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"

"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."

My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.

"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.

"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.

I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.

"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"

"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."

I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.

"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.

"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."

"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.

"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 LOVE💚💚💚 You deserve it and more because you are TALENTED and SO SWEET and everything you do is just 👨‍🍳🤌

I took the chance to spin your wheel… and first spin I got was Mando with a lactation kink… I KNOW this man loves kids and wants a big family so I can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!! All the love!

Woooo!!! This broke me. I was really going for XTRA FILTHY SMUT but that did not happen. This one surprised me when I wrote it by sneaking up all soft and sweet, and then ending that way too. That's okay, though, I like a good soft smut.

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

Word Count: 2030+

Rating: Explicit/mature, 18+ only

Outline: Din Djarin x “You”/Din’s wife (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: starts soft, ends soft; Din has a filthy mouth; praise kink (use of “good girl”); lactation kink; unprotected P/V sex in the context of marriage; sprinkling of breeding kink

Evenings and nights were always your favorite with your husband. It was the best time of the day, everyone settled down and quiet, the ship docked for the night wherever you were visiting or set to autopilot to the next destination. You knew your husband’s moods, the slight slump of his shoulders telling you that he was getting drowsy, ready to head below decks and rest, curled up in your arms.

You nursed your son, putting him down before heading up to the cockpit to knit for a bit and watch the stars race by. After an hour of that, you saw the telltale signs and knew that Din was done for the day, even if he didn’t know it himself. He pushed himself too hard, always believing that there was more of him to go around than there was.

Now that the baby was here, growing healthy and strong, Din had resumed his habit of staying up too late, tweaking just one more thing in the cockpit or looking over the available jobs just one more time. He had spent too many nights slumped sleeping in that pilot’s chair, and you had finally started being gently pushy, in the hopes of getting the man to just stop and rest.

You waited until you saw the helmet keel an inch too far to the right, knowing how heavy it felt on his head, his old habit of wearing full armor at all times in the cockpit in case things went sideways and he had to spring into action. You didn’t push him to relax or remove it, you knew how much he needed that feeling of being in control. But you could be sweet and soft, remind him how much you needed him at the end of the day, how good it would feel to finally remove the Beskar and curl up against you, skin to skin for the night.

“Din,” you made your voice soft. “It’s bedtime.”

His helmet tilted back to center and you heard him clear his throat. “Just one more thing, mesh’la.”

You smiled to yourself and finished off your row of stitches, giving him a few more minutes, tweaking knobs and fiddling with buttons. You got up and stretched, then came around to his side, placing one hand on the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone tomorrow.”

Din lifted one hand to grip your waist affectionately. You could visualize the fight happening on his face, the urge to take care of just one more item battling against the pull of your soft curves in the dark. You leaned in, letting his helmet come to rest against your side.

“Let me take you to bed, you big, strong man.” Your voice was soft, your nails softer as you slipped them just under the cowl and dragged them across the back of his neck.

Din sighed and then set the ship to autopilot before he removed his helmet. His eyes were rimmed with hints of red, the circles underneath deeper than they had been yesterday. Your heart squeezed, and you immediately took the helmet to set it gently on the floor. You kneeled in front of his chair and didn’t say a word as you started to help him remove his gloves, then all of the parts of his armor that you could reach. For his part, Din let you worry your fingers over him. Then he stood up and took off his back plates and cape, piling everything neatly on the ground.

“Sit.” You left no room for argument, and Din complied. You muttered gently to yourself as you reached down to help him remove his boots, “Kriffing crazy man, pushing yourself so hard…”

Din let you undress him, let you massage your fingers up his calves and across his quads, and that told you more than anything how tired he really was. Normally he would at least protest, say that he didn’t need the help, but this quiet acquiescence was worrisome. Still, though, you knew how to relax him, get him to stop. You weren’t above using your feminine wiles to bend him to your will, all in the service of getting him to rest.

When he was finally down to his flight suit, you opened the front of it and peeled it down and off his shoulders, and then straddled his lap in the pilot’s chair. You started by skating your nails over his shoulders. Din closed his eyes as a shiver ran through his body. He nearly moaned, a soft “Ohhh…” floating out into the quiet of the cockpit.

You gently pushed his forehead so that he could lean his head back on the headrest, and increased the pressure of your fingers as you rubbed circles into the knots of his biceps and trapezius muscles. Din let his hands rest on your thighs as you worked him over, and by the end of it, he was putty in your hands. You finished by laying a soft kiss to his velvet lips, and you were surprised when he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

“Sweet man, I thought you were tired?” You smiled as he brought his eyes to rest on your face.

“No, mesh’la. I think I just got a second wind.” Din raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled as you felt him twitch hard underneath your crotch.

“No, you need to rest, my husband. You’re awfully tired.”

Din groaned as he buried his face against your sternum, grinding up against your through your clothing. You threaded your fingers through his curls and scraped your nails from his ears down to his neck, pulling a moan from deep in his throat.

“But I need to have you, just like this.” Din brought his hands up to untie the laces of your wrap dress, sliding his thick fingers under the fabric as it fell open. “Please? Can I taste your milk? You know I love to taste you, mesh’la.” He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts. You felt a thrill run through your body, finding it harder and harder to be stern with him.

“No, Din, you really need-” You gasped as he cupped your breast with one big hand and brought his mouth to the nipple. “You need…” But for the life of you, you couldn’t remember the next part of your orders. You let your dress slide down your arms and off your shoulders, pooling on the floor of the cockpit. Your panties were damp, and Din’s strong arm wrapped around you, holding you firmly in place.

“I know what I need, my sweet wife. I need you.” Din dove back to your breast with his hungry mouth, swirling the nipple with his tongue as his erection grew and pressed harder against your clothed cunt. You felt your milk prickling behind your areolas, knowing that if Din applied any suction, you would start leaking from both breasts, and then you would entirely lose control of this mission to get him to bed.

“No, Din, bed-” but he cut you off with a growl, something primal and low that rumbled from deep in his chest and took your breath away as he gripped you closer, teeth scraping against your budded nipple.

Din began to suckle, and you threw your head back with a gasp, clinging tightly to his shoulders as the muscles flexed under your touch. He was quiet but greedy, sucking at one side before moving to the other. The feel of your milk letting down made you moan, and giving in was just too easy, too sweet to resist. You let your husband take what he wanted, what he needed from you. There would be plenty for the baby still.

“You taste like the stars, sweet girl.” Din’s voice was a hoarse whisper in between his lapping, and his praises made you wetter. “You taste like honey and sunshine like this.”

“Diiinn…” Your head was fuzzy, wiped clean of everything except desire. “Din, please…”

You weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but Din took charge, lifting you half out of his lap so that he could free his cock, before hooking one thick finger and pulling your panties to the side. He swept the head of his penis back and forth against your slick folds and then thrust up inside, settling you back on his lap with his arm wrapped tight around your lower back.

“My wife, my girl,” he growled into your mouth as he worked you against him. You braced your feet as best you could, but Din was determined to do things his way. You let him pull and release you with that iron grip, canting your hips back and forth as he rocked you on his length. He ducked his head back down and lapped at you again and again.

All you could manage was a breathy, “Ohhh,” as he kept thrusting up into you at a steady pace. You grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anywhere you could find a purchase to steady yourself.

“My wife has the sweetest tits in the whole galaxy. Such a good girl, letting me fuck her like this.” Din’s eyes sparkled as he looked up at you. “Want me to fuck another warrior into you, mesh’la? Another baby?”

“Yes, oh!” You felt your climax start to unfurl, every nerve tingling as his cock rubbed against your clit from this angle.

Din suckled you again and again, pausing only to growl praises and promises up into your mouth.

“You’d like that? You want me to fill you up again? I’ll keep you pregnant all the time, full of milk for me and our babies.” His arm wrapped tighter around your waist as he fucked up inside of you harder. “Keep your tits full? Keep you dripping sweet milk, all for me?”

You nodded and kissed him. “Yes, please- yes, yes. Fill me up, Din. I want you to.”

“Come for me first, sweet girl.” Din cupped his free hand under your knee and lifted your leg high and open. “Touch yourself. I want my wife to come around my cock.”

Your hand flew down inside your panties to touch your clit, rubbing and pressing it in circles, trying desperately to follow his wishes. Finally you felt the finish coming. You gasped out to him as you came and Din kept his eyes pinned on your face as you cried out. Your cunt squeezed and milked his cock as he began to spurt his own release deep inside. Din let go of your leg, and both arms wrapped your waist in a vise grip as he ground himself into you and climaxed.

When you were both spent, Din brought both hands to cup your breasts, licking the last of your milk from the swollen nipples.

Din’s “Hmmmm…” reverberated through his lips, the deepest and most satisfied sound you could imagine. You felt him hot inside of you, and you were reluctant to lift yourself off his lap. He softened inside of you bit by bit as he licked your nipples, squeezing both breasts until he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop.

You draped your arms around the back of Din’s neck and let his cheek rest against your breast, curling your fingers gently in the back of his hair and feeling him finally soften fully.

“Will you sleep well, my husband?” You gently teased him, a soft smile on your lips as you looked down at him and stroked his face.

Din looked up at you from under his lashes, and your heart ached at how peaceful his big brown eyes were, how comforted he looked there in your arms. You wanted him to look like that forever. You wished you could somehow wipe all worry and strain from his life. But maybe this was the best you could do for your husband, just comfort him and give him solace when he needed it most.

Din closed his eyes and breathed deeply, and you let him rest there a while longer.

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[junisfics]

Hate Fucking ft Eren Jaeger (Day XV)

Focus: Hate Fucking

Warnings: Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Rough Sex), Brief Violence (Blood, Asphyxiation)

Word Count: 2k

You could kill him.

That impulsive, hate ridden, destructive maniac. You want to rip his throat out with your teeth.

Your jaw is clenched tightly, eyebrows furrowed together in anger, as you sit beside Sasha and across from Connie. They chatter nonsense as you eye him down from across the room.

Just hours ago he had taken out all his pent up anger by mercilessly insulting you after your defeat during training. Although wasn't for the reason one would think.

He had you pinned to grass bare dirt, knee pressing into your right arm and opposite foot pressing painfully into your right wrist. The tendons in your forearms rapping up against the sole of his shoe like the strings on a guitar.

His knife held against your throat, every swallow you take causing it to bob gently. His other hand bracing him up by the ground beside your skull, preventing him from sitting on your upper stomach.

"Get off me." You spit, writhing beneath his unexpectedly heavy body.

You speak with your eyes boring into his own. His brows knit together, beads of sweat trailing down his dirt covered face.

"You couldn't even give it your best for me?! You're going easy?! Piece of shit!" He practically growls, pushing the knife further against your quivering throat to enunciate the expletive.

He hates the way you distract him. Never did it cross his mind that you didn't give him your all, it was only the most convincing excuse he could come up with. He despises you for the way your innocent eyes glint as you look at him, and he hates you more for the uncertain lust that lures behind them as he has you pinned beneath him.

"Eren, I'm not - I didn't - get - you're hurting me,"

Recklessly, he throws the knife aside, causing the blade to slit a shallow cut against the fragile skin of your neck. It stings, assumingly more than a deeper cut would have. His large hand replaces the blade, his sweat poisons the wound and sending harsh waves of prickly pain through your body, he squeezes... hard.

Pathetic croaks slip under his palm and past your lips, blood rushing to your face and a deep buzz filling your ears.

Your limbs flail in response, desperately trying to shake him off.

His nose is scrunched, teeth grit into a snarl, face inches away from yours as he alternates the pressure on your neck.

Hard, bruising, enough to threaten unconscious, but before that can happen his grip goes soft enough to give you a moment of uninterrupted breaths. All the time while looking into your fearful eyes, like he's waiting for the light to go out.

You hated the way your body heated up under his dominance. You can't blame yourself, who wouldn't feel at least a twinge of excitement when pressed that closely up against a guy that attractive.

"Eren - p - please, I can't - I" You're voice is hoarse, tears flooding your vision.

He's tackled off. You sit up quickly, hands go flying to your abused throat, clutching and clawing at it mindlessly as you swallow heavy gulps of air. Sasha's by your side, squatting back on her calves with an arm thrown around your heaving shoulders.

Connie throws violent punches to Eren's face as he presses his skull into the dirt with his other hand.

His face bruised, Connie's fist split open a gash in his cheekbone. His pretty green eyes surrounded by popped blood vessels.

You admire his wounds from your table, completely disregarding your dinner and pushing it to Sasha. You go as far as thinking he's pretty... when his mouth is shut. Such a shame that such a handsome face is attached to a shitty person.

"Connie took care of him, y/n, he won't bother you again." Sasha says through the bread stuffing her mouth.

"He's just... an angry person."

***

You shower off the emulsion of sweat and blood that's covering your skin. Scrubbing so harshly with the tattered rag that red welts leave in its wake. The gash on your throat pulses and stings but your glad it's clean.

The itchy fabric of your shirt clings to your damp skin, the now cold water in your hair drips down your your chest as you squeeze it in your fist to wring it out. Legs guiding you back to your room.

Before you can completely retreat, the door gets pushed open as you attempt to close it.

"Hey -" Your mouth shuts immediately.

Eren enters shamelessly, shutting the door behind him as you back away slowly. Your heart wracks against your chest, breath caught once again in your throat no thanks to him.

He's come to finish you off, he's got you alone and now he's come to pummel you into next year.

His hand grips your jaw to avoid the slit on your throat, pressing your cheeks together so your lips pucker ever so slightly. You reach up to his wrist, reaching for sinewy muscle that strains under his grasp.

His eyes look down to you, a dangerous look passing through them momentarily. His face too close for comfort, his hot breath passing through his grit teeth and fanning over your face.

He walks forward, sending you stumbling back against the closed door.

You feel embarrassingly helpless before him. You pray he can't feel the shaking in your legs.

If he starts getting violent will someone know? Will someone hear? Would there be anyone to stop him this time?

"I fucking hate you." He spits, leaning against you and resting his palm against the wood of the door beside your head, "I think about killing you every fucking day we're stuck in this stupid cottage."

Your stomach turns at his words, but you have no courage to speak out against him. Something inside you tells you to listen to him... to wait.

"You drive me insane"

"Eren -" You speak through puckered lips, one hand holding his wrist and the other pushing against his chest.

Whimpers leave your mouth, desperate cries for him to release you, leave you, apologize, something.

"Fuck - " His voice falters for a moment and his jaw slacks as he glances down to the floor, "Do you know what you do?"

His eyes meet yours, the gears in your head begin to turn. They're softer this time, apologetic.

"I - I don't - please, Eren - I don't know what - "

"Stop begging, fucking stop," He closes his eyes tightly as the hand on the door drops to the field of skin between your neck and shoulder.

He squeezes tightly, desperately trying to restrain himself.

"You're so god damn lucky my need for you is stronger then my hate." His face gets too close to quickly, leaning down so your noses are a breath apart, "because I hate you so fucking much."

It's not your stomach that turns within itself this time, it's something else... something lower. All of a sudden his grip is erotic and his body heat is radiating onto yours in all the right places. He's so close, the tension is straining.

"I - I'm - " You're stupid. You can't even think. Your entire body short circuits.

"Let me have you." He begs, voice needy and dropping octaves lower.

He begs.

You mouth drops open as arousal sparks deep inside you. A shudder wracks your body at his words.

"I know you want it. I see it. G - god, fuck, please y/n." Both hands come to hold your face in his hands, "I hate the things you do to me."

His hips stutter forward against your stomach and you can feel him, hard, throbbing in his pants. A whine escapes your lips.

It's pathetic... embarassing... how much you want him. How much you want the man that constantly dances on your last nerve to take you in his strong hands.

"I hate you." Your voice is weak and unconvincing to both him and you.

His mouth takes yours, swallowing your whimpers and flooding you with him. You taste him on your tongue, dull taste of mint toothpaste and herbal tea. You're drunk for it. Hands gripping at the collar of his shirt to pull his toned body flush against you. It's borderline violent, his tongue drinking in your breathy moans and teeth biting at your lips.

You need him. You need this. You need this feeling, this tension, flooded out of your system and gone for good. You want it fucked out of you.

You push against his neck to give you enough space to mumble against his soft lips, "I need you to fuck me, fuck me as hard as you hate me, please."

His cock twitches, jaw dropping at your desperation. A groan choked up in his throat.

You lick at his open mouth and he takes it in his mouth and sucks on it. Never, never in your entire life would you have thought your cunt would flutter around nothing due to someone taking your tongue in their mouth.

He lowers himself into a squat, taking the waistband of your sleeping pants and dragging them down your thighs, biting at the supple skin that's revealed. His calloused hands hold onto your legs as he licks a broad stripe up your inner left leg all the way up to your hip bone.

You let out a breathy moan as he kitten licks at your clit through your panties.

"No, please, I need you - need your cock." You plead and he lets out a curse as he stands.

You kiss him again. Hands grabbing at his torso to get a hold on the waistline of his pants. He follows you, using one hand to press your chest against the door and the other pushing his clothes down his thighs just enough so his aching cock is freed.

Roughly, he grips the backs of your thighs and hoists them around his waist. Cock slipping between your bodies and brushing against your clothed cunt. Pushing you high enough up the door to take his length in his hand, you pull your panties to the side. His tip teases your entrance. You're sheathed onto his length, filthily moaning out as his cock drags across your walls.

"Fucking shit." He groans into your neck, "You're so wet, you're so fucking wet."

It's overwhelming. The flexing of his muscles underneath your grip, his low groans against your skin followed by open mouth kisses. You bite down on your lip, walls fluttering around his throbbing cock in reaction to his words.

"Oh my god, y/n. Did you just cum?"

You did.

You're cunt gripping his dick like a vice. You came just as he buried himself to the hilt. His tip kissing your cervix gently.

"Give me another." You beg, fisting his shirt tighter in your fist.

You're fucked into the door, shirt riding up as you're dragged up and down the both literal and figurative wood.

"You - Eren - you're so big." Your grip on his shoulders is bruising, arms wrap around his neck and forehead falling against his, mouth open in heavy pants.

"You're so pretty like this. God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this. How long I've been conflicted by you. I've fucked my hand to your pretty face every fucking night wishing it was your cunt."

You can't believe it. This whole time he hasn't hated you for anything you've done... he's hated you because he was hating the way you made him feel. You're cunt throbs around him at the mere thought.

"And now... fuck - fuck - just like that - now I have you... and my cock is inside you and not my fucking fist."

You came harder then you ever have before, head slamming back against the door and legs shaking as you suck him in and milk him dry. He slams you down one more time onto his cock and holds you there, throbbing inside you.

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Neji x Female Reader Fluff with prompt 13

[Neji Hyuuga X Reader] A Matter of Choice

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Prompt: 13 — "I'll walk you home."

Pairing: Neji Hyuuga x fem!Reader

Note: Hey!! I'm back, thanks for your request and patience! Yesterday I raided my blog, I lost track of how many posts I posted but it was fun :DD Anyway, this one is a cousin to Neji's One-shot in the Period Cramps Series "One in the Morning". Enjoy reading!

You did not expect it to come at this moment. Your period.

You were training with Team Gai when your period decided to pay you a visit, and you were clueless about the matter. Gai already went back earlier because he was called to the Hokage office, which left the four of you back pacing around at the training ground. Lee was always on-point with his discipline and integrity, so was Neji. Tenten decided to take a break and you thought it was wise to accompany her. The two of you settled down under a big tree and pulled out your water bottles while chatting away.

“What’s going on lately?” You asked, “I was out on a mission for two weeks and it seems like I missed quite a lot of fun.”

The girl’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink. You indeed pushed the right button—there was something going on between Tenten and Rock Lee while you were away. It was not like you did not notice the romantic tension between the two, for Lee who was never a subtle person. But you wanted to hear it from your close girlfriend.

You chirped with a slight smirk, “Is silence a yes, then?”

The latter reluctantly nodded and looked down at her hands, now fiddling with the bottle in her lap. You knew it, you knew that this day would come. You had been pushing them together for the entirety of the past two years and they were finally with each other, nothing could describe the adrenaline and happiness you felt.

“So how long already?” You wiggled your brows energetically.

“Just yesterday,” Tenten shyly mumbled.

“Yesterday?” You gasped and she had to place a hand on your mouth when the two other lads looked in your way. You gulped understandingly and she lifted her palm off. You lowered your voice, “Did he ask you out yesterday? How did it go?”

Tenten started talking about her date with Lee. You just got back to Konoha yesterday night and immediately flopped onto your bed for a well-deserved sleep after your mission, hence, completely unaware of the escalation between your two friends. Just when she was about to get to the interesting part, a hand extended forward. It was Lee, “Don’t forget you promised me to go try out the newly-opened restaurant, Tenten!”

You ogled at them with glimmering eyes, dipping your head in full approval, “I guess I should be going back, too.”

But when you stood up from the grass, you felt odd. And soon enough, you knew what was wrong—your period gracefully arrived. You immediately clapped your hands behind your back in case there was a bloodstain, it was worse that you decided to put on a bottom of a brighter shade this morning. You did not want to interrupt Tenten and her blossoming love because of some ridiculous matter like this, so you waved them off with a grin, “Have fun!”

In the end, you were left with the Hyuuga, who was gathering the scattered Ninja tools into his worn pouch. Noticed that you were not moving at all, Neji looked at you with curiosity, “Aren’t you going home? You should rest more after returning from a mission, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go back,” you stuttered but your feet were pinned to the ground. Embarrassed, you pointed your hand to the exit, “You can go first, I—ugh—I have something to take care of before I take my leave.”

But the typical Neji Hyuuga, who was able to see through you easily, offered, “Do you need my help? You look quite pale, is there a problem?”

He took a few steps forward and you instantly jolted, holding your arms in front as a mean to block his path, “No, no, I’m fine. Don’t come over!”

You unconsciously backed up and bumped against the tree, groaning when your head hit the stiff trunk. Now, Neji was certain that there was a problem. He did not bother to speak a word, and before you knew it, his frame was already shadowing yours. Your hands immediately went to your back, you were sitting earlier, there was definitely a stain. He searched for your eyes and you tried your best to appear composed, but failed miserably.

Neji released a long sigh before unbuckling the navy-grey apron of his bottom. You were horrified, “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He blinked candidly and handed you the clothing item, “I’ll lend you this, do whatever you need to do.”

You awkwardly took the fabric in your hands, eyes glued to the green grass for the whole process. You wrapped it around your waist and Neji had to stifle a laugh when he glanced at you. He was taller than you, resulting in the bottom of the apron that usually met his knees draping all the way to your mid-calves. Not to mention, the waistline looked funny when you had to fold parts of it inward to make sure the apron would not fall off. Formerly flustered, your face was now covered with a shade of crimson, “What’s there to laugh at!”

Instantaneously, the Hyuuga stopped cackling, “Sorry, you just look so—um—cute.”

Realizing what he just said, Neji cleared his throat and changed the subject, “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to,” you objected. It was kind of him to give you his apron, you did not want to burden him any more than you already did.

“I want to.”

It would be a long way back...

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[dumbikawa]

Taking Care of the HQ Boys

GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Suna, Kuroo, Iwaizumi

A/n: I’m such a simp for these boys it’s insane

SUNA

It took Suna a while to get used to the way you never held back when it came to taking care of him. One night, after a particularly rough practice, he’d sluggishly entered the apartment and practically collapsed on top of where you were laying on the couch. Wordlessly, you positioned yourself so that he was resting on your lap with both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It was comfortably silent as you ran your fingers through his hair that was still slightly damp from showering at the gym and in no time at all he was softly snoring.

He'd never admit it aloud, but he loved when you took care of him in little ways like that. From the start, he had always insisted on being the big spoon, obsessed with the way your body perfectly molded against his and the satisfaction of knowing you felt safe in his arms. Ever since that night, though, it became a regular thing for you to see him standing, looking at you like a pouty child, from the corner of your eye waiting for you to take the hint that he wanted you to cuddle him. You'd simply open your arms for him to crawl into without even having to look up from your phone.

Today was no exception.

Suna can feel the physical exhaustion down to his bones as he allows the cool water to wash away the sweat and grime he collected over the course of practice. Mentally he feels the same; completely drained in every sense of the word. He can’t even find the energy to thoroughly dry his hair, opting to quickly rub it with a towel before making his way to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

“Rin!” you gently scold, placing the book you’d been reading beside you on the bed. “You’re going to ruin your pillow.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbles, eyes remaining shut as he lets out a content sigh. He did care, actually, but his decision was already made and now that he was in bed there was no way he was getting up. He truly meant that, but when he feels you tugging at his hand for him to get up he begrudgingly obliges.

You’re holding your hair dryer and gesturing for him to sit on the floor. It doesn’t seem wise to disobey when you look so determined, so he slides off the bed, giving you full access to his sopping mess of hair.

His eyes flutter closed as the warmth from the hairdryer and the way your fingers are skillfully brushing through his hair begins to pull him towards sleep. Not to mention, in this position he has the perfect opportunity to use your thigh as a pillow and he makes a mental note to have you dry his hair more often. But, sadly, the flow of warm air shuts off and your voice pulls him back to the present.

“C’mon you big baby,” you laugh, watching him groan and throw himself back up on the bed. He shimmies under the covers, but refuses to place his head back on the damp pillow. Instead, he stares at you with sleepy eyes until you’ve positioned yourself so that you can sit comfortably and open your arms for him.

His arms automatically snake around your waist as he buries his head in your side.

“Do I do enough to take care of you?” he asks softly, turning to look up at you with a vulnerability that he doesn't often display so openly.

“Of course, Rin,” you hum, tracing your fingers down his exposed back. He still seems unsure as he pushes his face against your shirt, but his shoulders relax slightly. “I mean it. I like taking care of you, okay? There’s nothing to repay if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Your reassurance falls on deaf ears, though, as you feel his breathing even out and his grip on you loosening.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper, grabbing your book from where you’d set it earlier and relishing in the quiet as you continued to absentmindedly draw designs against Suna's warm skin. 

KUROO

Kuroo closes the apartment door quietly, finally letting his shoulders droop with exhaustion now that he's inside. He slips his bag noiselessly onto the ground and flicks his watch up to check the time. It was well past midnight by the time he actually clocked out of work and, although he wants nothing more than a dual welcome home/goodnight kiss from you, he hopes you’re sound asleep by now.

However, much to his surprise, you’re curled up on the couch with a book and a warm cup of tea, so enthralled in whatever you’re reading that you don't hear him approach. There’s a strong possibility you aren’t even aware of what time it is, completely lost in another world. He tests this theory by walking behind the couch and wrapping his arms around you, chuckling at the way you jump at the sudden contact.

“Welcome home!” you beam once you recover from the small scare. You press a quick kiss to his upturned lips before he walks around to the front so that he can relieve a proper hug.

“Thank you, babe,” he murmurs against your lips, not wanting to pull away from your warmth just yet. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I wanted to wait for you and then I got to this really good part in my book and just...lost track of what time it was.” The way your eyes light up sends a wave of admiration shooting straight through Kuroo’s heart. “How was work? Why did you have to stay so late?”

Kuroo begins walking you through his hectic day, quickly turning the discussion into an irritated rant about having to fix other people’s mistakes and figuring out schedules for upcoming projects. You listen thoughtfully as you migrate towards the kitchen, your boyfriend trailing closely behind.

Soon, there was a cup of hot tea in his hands and the two of you are positioned on the couch with your legs thrown over his lap as he gently massages your calves.

Your eyes never leave his as he talks, nodding along and asking questions every now and then. He didn’t need nor want any sort of advice or words of wisdom. Simply having you listen to him was enough to have him feeling ten times lighter by the time he reached the bottom of his cup.

“Do you want more?” you ask, beginning to stand up. Kuroo doesn’t answer, instead leaning forward and hooking his arm around your waist so that you fall back into his arms.

“More of you, yes,” he says, smiling into your hair. He can practically feel the way your eyes roll as you let out an exasperated groan at his cheesy comment, but the hint of a blush making its way to your cheeks betrays you.

You make the first move to get up, offering a hand out to him. His hand engulfs yours as you pull him towards the bedroom. The bed has new sheets and the laundry is sitting in a basket freshly washed and ready to be folded. A wave of guilt crashes into him, knowing that you also worked today and must’ve come home afterwards and cleaned up.

“Baby, you should’ve gotten some rest,” Kuroo sighs, gesturing to the laundry and neatly made  bed. "I'm certain it was my turn to do the laundry.”

“Yeah, but when you told me you had to work late I figured I’d knock out some chores since I had the time. It’s not like it’s a big deal, Tetsu.” 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” The words have barely left his lips before he's throwing the covers over the two of you and shutting off the lights. His arms wrap around your middle as he pulls you close to him, relishing in your small giggles. It doesn't take long for you to drift to sleep while Kuroo places soft kisses against your exposed shoulders. He soon follows, matching his breathing with yours and immediately winding down, but until his brain finally shuts off from exhaustion he's thinking of all the ways he's going to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do.

IWAIZUMI

Iwaizumi watches as you begin cooking dinner for the two of you as a quiet pop song plays off your phone. His work day was less than stellar, to put it simply, but watching you dance around the kitchen has already earned the frown from his face and has him smiling like a damn fool.

“Haji!” you exclaim, suddenly noticing the lurking figure from the corner of your eye. He steps out from his hiding place, an amused yet sheepish look on his face as he notices your flustered expression. “Why were you just standing there? Come here and give me a kiss, idiot.” He raises his hands in surrender as he does what you say, letting his lips linger on yours for a moment longer than usual and wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer to him.

“Hey, doll,” he murmurs against your skin, resting his face into the crook of your neck. You pull back slightly, ignoring his childlike protests as you do so.

“Are you okay?” you question, eyeing him up and down. Iwaizumi is sure he could get lost in your beautiful eyes that are currently filled with concern. You know him too well, he thinks, as you give him a knowing look. It was still difficult for him to open up about things, especially small things that had bothered him throughout the day. There wasn't a real reason to talk about all the irritating parts of the day because he knows he can handle them himself, or so he claims.

“Y/n, it’s nothing,” he reassures, kissing your nose in an attempt to further prove he’s not bothered. “It was just a very long day, but now I’m back here with you and I couldn’t be happier.” His smooth talking makes it impossible for you to stay mad, but you surely try.

“Alright, well, you know you can talk about it even if it’s ‘nothing.’ In the meantime, stay here and watch the food for a moment while I run you a bath.” Iwaizumi is quick to object, but you’ve already sauntered out of the room and he can hear the faint sound of running water.

It truly did feel nice to be taken care of, he thinks fleetingly as he sinks into the warm water, but it's difficult for him to fully relax when he can hear you bustling around the kitchen. He waits in the bath for a little longer so that you won't bite his head off for how quick he was before changing  into a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable shirt. The sounds of you beginning to set the table echoes down the hallway and he finds himself hoping you'll at least let him help with that.

“You lasted longer in there than I thought," you tease as your boyfriend appears back at your side. "Now go sit down." He opens his mouth to argue, but one look and he finds himself moving towards the table, wondering why you were so intent on doing everything.

“At least let me do the dishes,” he practically pleads, watching you with an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude as you bring the warm food over to the table.

“Or, hear me out, we leave the dishes to deal with tomorrow and spend the rest of the night watching movies cuddled up on the couch." He narrows his eyes as he searches through his brain, trying to remember if he'd forgotten an anniversary or birthday because he surely didn't feel as if he deserved this.

As if reading his mind once again you reach out and hold his hand, gently rubbing your thumb in circles against his skin.

"Can't you just let me take care of you? You're constantly going above and beyond for me, so I just thought I'd try and return the favor." Iwaizumi feels his face heat up as you place a kiss against his knuckles like he always does to you. It did feel nice, but he enjoys taking care of you. He never even thinks twice about it. 

"Alright, alright. In that case, you can do the dishes tonight and maybe also get some desert." He can feel your eyes boring into him as if to say, 'Don't push it.' A smile breaks out on his face as he begins digging into the meal you prepared, peppering you with compliments until his plate is clean.

[hornime]

toying with you (voyeurant part three) | kenma kozume x f!reader

he shifted the angle of his wrist so that the tip of the vibrator was directly seated on your throbbing bud, and you let out a broken moan.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, use of toys (vibrator), vaginal penetration

w/c: 1.3k

a/n:  a vibrator is a girls best friend <3

voyeurant: part one | part two | part three ↓

you stood in the mirror, studying your reflection, dressed in a lacy number that had been delivered to your apartment some hours earlier. it was ordered by kenma, your... boyfriend? hookup? what even were you to each other? you fidgeted with the straps of the lingerie, closing your eyes and taking a shaky breath as a stone of anxiety sat uncomfortably in your stomach.

you suddenly felt the warmth of two hands on either side of your torso, and looked back up into the mirror to see kenma’s head hooked over your shoulder, enveloping you in his embrace.

he turned his head so that you were making eye contact. “are you okay?” he whispered softly. “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. i brought my switch so we can—”

you relaxed in his touch, letting out a small sigh. “m’okay, ken.” you bit your lip and batted your eyelashes, your inhibitions giving way to pure desire. “just want you.”

“yeah, you sure?” he swallowed thickly, wishing nothing more than to feel you now that you were finally together.

“mhm,” you hummed, rotating your body so that you were chest-to-chest. you slowly trailed your palms under his shirt, making the fabric ride up. “want you so badly.”

he grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers, and led you to the bed. he rested his head against the headboard and positioned you so that you sat comfortably between his legs, your back to his chest. you brought your legs together, trying to ignore the dampness forming in the crotch of your panties.

“no, no, none of that, baby,” kenma mumbled into your hair. he put his palms on the back of your thighs and settled them on either side of his legs, stretching you embarrassingly wide. “wanna see you.”

you threw your head back as what you presumed to be his finger snuck its way under the waistband of your underwear. you shuddered as it reached your wetness, oddly cold and... wait. cold? you craned your neck to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “kenma, what is tha-ah!”

a low humming noise filled the room as he pushed a button on the ‘finger’, sending sudden shocks of pleasure up your spine. you clutched at his forearm, nails digging into his skin. 

“it’s a vibrator,” he deadpanned.

“ye—yeah, no sh—shit,” you gasped, thighs twitching. “fuck, it feels s’good.”

“good to know,” he said with a small smile. he trailed the toy up and down your folds, gathering your slick on the end of it and making your hole flutter, desperate to be filled.

he circled your clit with the toy, and just as your body was getting used to the vibrations and your breathing evened, kenma pressed the button again.

“fuck!” you cried as the speed of the buzzing increased, back arching and hips pushing out in search of more stimulation. he shifted the angle of his wrist so that the tip of the vibrator was directly seated on your throbbing bud, and you let out a broken moan.

“i think m’gonna,” another movement of his hand had you practically seeing stars. “think m’gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you heard a small click! as his finger pushed down on the button again, and the tremors of the toy became even faster. your legs kicked out involuntarily as your mind struggled to comprehend the overwhelming bliss coursing through your veins. “how ‘bout now?”

you rested your cheek on his collarbone, facing him. “definitely gon—gonna cum now,” you exhaled with a small chuckle. you managed to get out a few words between breathy moans. “k—kiss, ah, kiss’me, please? please k’sme when i—m’god—when i cum. please!”

his gaze softened and was torn away from your gushing cunt before focusing on your glossy eyes. he latched onto your lips—it was a slightly uncomfortable kiss with teeth and tongue—but you chased after it as if you would die without it. as you nipped lightly on his bottom lip, he sneakily pushed the button again, the new wave of vibrations forcing you to cum instantly.

“ah! ohm’god, fu—ah!” kenma swallowed your moans as he slipped his tongue to graze over yours, taking his free hand to grab the back of your head and pull you closer. 

when you’d come down from your orgasm, he pulled away, a thin string of spit connecting your mouths.

you adjusted your body so that you were straddling him, and resumed the kiss, pulling lightly at the nape of his neck and helping him take his shirt off. “wanna sit on your cock, kenma. lemme sit on your cock ‘n make you feel good. please?”

“yeah, yeah.” he slid backwards on the bed and shuffled out of pants and boxers, his flushed tip hitting his stomach.

you crawled forward, rising on your knees before sliding your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your soaked pussy. slowly letting the back of your thighs hit your calves, you felt the slight burn of him stretching you out, already wet enough to take his length in one go. he leaned his head back, and you heard the shallow thump of his head hitting the wood behind him.

“fuck, you’re tight. and warm and wet and shit, you feel so much better than i imagined.”

you started setting a steady pace, bouncing up and down on his cock as he gripped your hip with one hand. “ah, you feel good, kenma. s’good.”

he shallowly thrusted into you as your movements became more and more sloppy, small moans escaping your parted lips. his other hand slipped between your legs and you lurched forward, eyes wide, as a familiar buzzing filled your ears.

“oh’m—fuck!” your abused hole clenched erratically around kenma as the vibrator teased your clit. you clawed at his back, desperate to ground yourself as the ecstasy carried you higher and higher.

“god, you’re choking my fucking cock,” he moaned. “‘m gonna cum if you keep—”

a snap of his wrist sent you reeling into your second orgasm of the night, your nerves overloaded with bliss as you clamped down with a whine. kenma followed you immediately after, raising his hips to meet yours and cumming with a low groan.

you pressed your foreheads together, heavy pants pervading the air between you as you kissed him, fingers threading through his hair. he cupped you cheeks with his palms and gave you small pecks.

he gazed at you in adoration before tucking the top of his head under your chin and mumbling into your chest. “wanna be my girlfriend?”

your eyes brightened at the question, of course you wanted to say yes, but taking in kenma’s clearly flustered demeanor, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to tease a little.

“what was that, kenma? couldn’t hear you.” 

he groaned, sending goosebumps across your neck. blush creeped up his face as he pulled away from you and asked again, avoiding eye contact. “i asked if you wanna be my girlfriend. s’okay if you don’t but i just—”

you shut him up with a chaste kiss. “f’course i wanna be your girlfriend, kenma. don’t be stupid.”

his eyes, illuminated with happiness, flicked towards yours. “cool,” he said.

“cool,” you repeated.

“so, girlfriend, what d’you wanna do now?”

you thought for a second before an idea popped into your head, making your lips turned up. “well, boyfriend, how ‘bout we do some couple stuff?”

he tilted his head. “like what?”

“like...” you pretend to think. “a couple stream so i can show all of japan how much better i am at valorant!” he gave you a look of exasperation. “what,” you taunted. “is the big, bad kodzuken scared?”

“no,” he glanced to the side. “just don’t wanna share you with anyone else.” your cheeks heated at the show of possessiveness. “the internet’d be all over someone as cute as you.”

he seized you by the waist and flipped you onto your back, hovering over you on his forearms. “and for the record,” he whispered, licking a stripe up your neck and making you squirm. “i’m better at gaming. and my favorite game to play is you.”

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I really wanna know what happened during the painful bath that Nanda promised Jameson a while back. Baths in whump have the potential to be so soothing and excruciating at the same time, which kinda fits Jameson’s whole character don’t you think?

CW: Pet whump, dehumanizing language, intimate whumper, dubcon touch NSFW (not explicit), implied dubcon (fade to black), referenced blood and whipping, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, creepy comfort, drowning, talk of sui (to escape torture), implied death by drowning (unnamed oc)

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NEW VIDEOS of the Box Boy Killer! Never Before Seen!

•Posted by u/oshaycanyousee 14h ago

So I got a really good response to my short series on the mysterious Box Boy Serial Killer (you can find my previous write-ups here, here, and here).

Well, recently I discovered something entirely new that I think you'd enjoy getting a look at! Found among personal items belonging to Nathaniel "Nanda" Matthew Benson: a medium-sized external hard drive containing nearly 750GB of photo and video content.

The hard drive was labeled 'Personal'. Police stated there was a second hard drive labeled 'Professional', but what content was on there, if anything, has never been released.

Technically, neither has this. Someone from within the police department leaked a bunch of videos and photos at some point, and I was able to get ahold of them thanks to a friend of a friend (who shall go unnamed, don't want to tip off whatever FBI agent is watching his internet activity, haha... or is it her or their internet activity... FBI Agent will never know.)

In my writeup on Nanda Benson's life with his Boxie, I didn't have a ton of details on how they interacted with each other. Finding this trove of info definitely changed a few things on how I view their relationship.

Take a look and let me know if it makes you maybe reconsider a few details, too. FYI: This does have nudity and some spicy times! Nothing worse than you've seen on HBO or whatever, but like, fair warning.

[Embedded Video Player With Title: Bathtime With Boxie: NSFW and Yet Somehow Still Oddly Wholesome Kind Of]

The video begins with the tub already filled with water, hot enough to gently steam. It's a gigantic soaker tub, large enough for four people to easily sit without crowding, nestled alongside a window in a truly enormous, incredibly well-lit bathroom. Everything is in shades of white, which makes the person in the frame even more immediately the enter of attention.

A young man with short, shaggy brown hair and dark eyes sits in the tub. He looks up, wrinkling his nose and glancing away. Only then does a bright red mark, darkening already to a bruise become obvious on one side of his neck.

"Don't fucking tape this," He says. His voice is slightly rough-edged, as if he's been screaming, and he sounds exhausted. "That's weird. Not taping the fucking but taping the after bit."

Red welts are visible above the line of water, marking his shoulders and arms. The welts are a deep red that is nearly purple - they are surrounded by bright red irritated flesh.

"Oh, but I like you like this." The voice holding the camera is deep and amused. The camera wobbles slightly and then settles, and soon enough a second man enters the screen. It's clearly Nanda Benson himself, stark naked.

Where the Boxie is heavily bruised and beaten, Nanda himself would be spotless if he weren’t flecked with drying red spots that are clearly the pet's blood.

"Yeah, well." The pet shifts to the side as Nanda steps in, hissing softly in contentment at the sudden burst of heat when he enters the water. He settles down against a bench set in to the side of the tub, and opens his arms.

The pet moves immediately into them, without hesitating. His eyes flicker nervously back to the camera and then away again.

"Yeah, well-... yeah well what, pet?" Nanda laughs as he pulls the Boxie into his lap, toying one hand already damp from the tub over the ring at the front of his collar. "Cat got your tongue after that fun we had together?"

"Tongue's the only thing you didn't take," The pet responds, almost playfully flirtatious. "I guess you'd miss it too fucking much."

"If I took your voice, who would call me a fucking idiot before I fuck him into the ground, hm?"

The pet flushes, looking down at the water, at the slightest pink of his blood still running into it. "Sir-"

"Ssssshhhh. I like you insulting me. I like punishing you for it more." Nanda mouths at the unmarked side of the pet's neck, pulling him back-to-chest where he sits, so he's facing the camera directly again. The pet's back arches when Nanda's teeth dig in, making a soft, high-pitched whine as his head drops back onto the man's shoulder.

The camera picks up the quiet splash of water as the pet tries to move away and is pulled roughly right back, catches the refracted sight of Nanda's hands on the pet's thighs forcing them apart, each of his calves on the outside of Nanda's thighs.

"Please-... H-hurts-"

"You love it," Nanda whispers, and bites down again, right into the crook of the pet's neck where it meets his shoulder. The cry this time is wild with a mix of pain and something darker, the pet's hands moving helplessly up and back to clasp just behind Nanda's head. His back is nearly a bow, every muscle trembling with a need to escape and to hold perfectly still, both at once.

When Nanda pulls back this time, the camera picks up the blood smeared on his teeth before he runs his tongue over them. It finds the light glinting off the fresh blood welling from the new bite along the pet's shoulder.

"It's too much," The pet says, struggling to sit back up straight, turning to look at Nanda. For a moment, his shaggy damp hair and angle hides his expression from the camera's gaze.

The twist of his spine, though, shows the bloodied whiplashes making their way up his back nearly to the nape of his neck.

"It's too much," The pet repeats, in a whisper. "Please. Please, it's too fucking much, if you fuck me again I'll fucking die. Please."

"Now, pet," Nanda teases, flirts shamelessly, running his wet hands through the pet's hair. He grips on tight and forces his head back again. The profile of the pet's face shows the slight bump of a broken nose healed almost perfectly, but not quite. The gasp he makes when Nanda's free hand presses over the welts on his chest is loud enough for the camera to catch. "You know you don't get to say when it's too much."

"You'll f-fucking kill me," The pet protests, voice tight from the angle forcing his collar to dig painfully into his throat. "Please, I... everything hurts so much..."

"You love the pain." Nanda's eyes look up to meet the camera before a more sinister smile finds its way across his face. "I know what you can take better than you do, pet, and I think you can handle one more. Sssshhh, here we go. There..." Nanda exhales softly as the two of them shift in the tub, the pet making a soft pained sound, his hips rolling as he is worked slowly down into position.

Then Nanda chuckles and slides his entire arm over the welts marking the pet's torso, holding him tightly in place. "Now take a deep breath."

"Wh-what?" The pet's eyes widen, comprehension coming a half-second too late. "Wait, don't-"

Nanda's hand gripped into the pet's hair plunges him forwards, bent at the waist, forcing the Box Boy's head suddenly under the water. The pet struggles desperate trying to get his head back up to breathe. Nanda grunts in a rhythm as his hips snap up and down again. He groans, "So fucking tight, goddamn I love you, you fucking slut for me-"

[/END VIDEO]

The video cuts off there, but my friend tells me the rest of it is basically the kind of stuff you have to pay a monthly fee for everywhere else on the internet.

But there's another video, from way later, that I find a really interesting contrast and comparison. Same friend got me this one. It involves Robert, whose write-up you can see right here.

[EMBEDDED VIDEO: Titled Holy Shit, No Wonder He Killed Him]

The screen is black for a few seconds, with the sound of someone taking the cap off a camera before things come into blurry view and then slowly into focus.

The bathroom in this video is tiny. It's barely large enough for everything in it, and a person sitting on the toilet will damn near bash their knees into the side of the bathtub. The grout in the tile floor is dark with old stains, and the tile itself needs either serious scrubbing or an exorcism.

Sitting naked in the bathtub is a young man with long blond hair that hangs in filthy, dirty clumps down to his shoulders. His face is streaked with mud and worse, and he has a black eye that has nearly swelled his left eye shut entirely. His hands are bound with rope stained brown with dried blood, held up in front of him.

His one good eye, maybe blue, follows with a kind of resigned terror the person behind the camera.

He sits in water up to his waist, but by the way he is shivering, it's clear that the water is not even warm, let alone hot. Further bruises mark his ribcage and his legs. One leg juts out in front, and something about it seems like it might be broken.

The camera is handheld, panning slowly from the young man's torn and lacerated heels and feet through his bruised leg - one swollen - and then back up to his face.

"Tell me your name." The voice is Robert Weber's.

The young man's mouth twists in a snarl that fades as quickly as it came and he looks away, to the side of the tub marked with deep soap scum. When Robert's house is searched, there are scratches in the tub as though someone had clawed that deeply into the sides in an attempt to escape. "It's..." The young man inhales, winces at the pain. "It's twe-... Twenty-One. M-My name is... Twenty-One."

"Good. And-... what did we practice saying next?"

The man's jaw trembles visibly onscreen. Then he says, flat and numb, "My name is Twenty-One and I have... two weeks to l-live."

"Perfect. Now I promised you a good scrubbing if you played along downstairs-" The young man flinches, closing his good eye and curling up in the tub as best he can. "-and I will keep that promise." There's a pause, jostling as the camera is slotted into a tripod to continue filming. Then, Robert's voice is suddenly deafening. "Dog! Get the fuck in here!"

The door opens with the creak of hinges deeply in need of oiling, and then the Boxie moves into view. He's skinny, malnourished and underfed, and his hair is roughly cut short in uneven hunks. He has bald spots worn in by the muzzle that is buckled over his mouth, making his breathing an audible rasp. He glares with unhidden hatred.

"Give Twenty-One a bath," Robert says, and his hand moves into view as he pats the Boxie on the head. The Boxie flinches but then forces himself to hold still, closing his eyes as the pat turns into prolonged petting. His muzzle is unbuckled and then removed. Robert's fingers drift over his bald spots, play along the red marks pressed into his skin by the muzzle, move over a scar cut into one side of his mouth that wasn't there in the video with Nanda.

The Boxie is naked but for an old dog collar around his neck.

Robert hums, disappears entirely from view. The door opens and closes again. The sound of a lock clicks.

The Boxie looks at the young man in the bathtub, who doesn't look up. "Fuck this shit," The Boxie mumbles, but he moves - dragging one of his legs a little, and there are ropes tied around his ankles that ensure he can do little more than shuffle - and finally kneels next to the tub. "Are you going to be a shit?"

The young man looks at him with surprise. "You... I've never heard you talk before," He whispers, looking fearfully to the side towards the door.

"You've never seen me without the fucking muzzle before, either," The pet replies. His voice is far rougher than the first video, suggesting long-term damage to his vocal chords. "I asked you something. Are you going to fight me and be a shit about this or no?"

The young man hesitates, then shakes his head. "I couldn't fight if I wanted to anymore," He says, like a man confessing a sin. "It all hurts too much. You know? I had a girlfriend-"

"Stop it." The pet cuts him off and leans over, picking up a stiff washcloth and soaking it in the water until it's soft enough to use again, running it over the young man's shoulders. For all the edge of meanness in his voice, the pet's touch is clearly gentle. "You're going to fucking die here, better if you don't talk about stuff that gets you fucked up first. Forget her."

The young man leans over to give easier access to his back. The soft whimpers he makes show that there must be some grievous injuries back there that the camera can't see. "I-I know I will. Die, I mean. Do I really have-... is it really two weeks?"

"Yeah." The pet takes a bar of soap and runs it over his own hands, rubbing them together to work up a lather. The soap found in Robert Weber's house after his death is Irish Spring and Dove - it is believed he used different soap for different captives according to his own odd whims. "He's put little heart shapes on a calendar he marks off. He'll hurt you a little worse every fucking day and then make you beg for him to end it."

The young man slowly nods, looking at his bound wrists. There's a soft sniff, but he seems too tired for tears. "There's no chance of getting away, is there."

It's not really a question.

The pet answers anyway.

"You're the twenty-first, and none of the others have. What do you think?"

"I-I can't do this."

"You have to." The pet gets a red Solo cup sitting on the side of the tub, fills it with water, and pours it down the young man's back. He hisses and cries out softly in pain. "He doesn't exactly ask your goddamn preferences."

"Help me escape," The young man pleads. "Help me get out of here."

"I'm fucking hobbled," the pet snaps. "He'll be on us both before we even made it out of the hallway. You think I'm fucking stupid? I'm the only one who might not die if I stay good. Come on, lean forward so I can wash your hair."

The young man moves to obey, hands disappearing beneath the filthy bathwater, and then he turns, looking over his shoulder. He and the pet share a long, silent moment. Then he leans over far enough to put his mouth nearly to the pet's ear and whispers something so low that the camera doesn't pick up the words.

The pet inhales sharply.

He looks at the door, and then back to the young man.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and the edge is totally gone from his voice, now.

The young man nods, slowly. "Please," he says, a little louder. "If I have to-... please. Not him. I-I know you'll get punished, but... please. God, please, just this one thing." His hands come back up to grip onto the pet's hand where it lays along the side of the tub.

The young man leans forwards, and his forehead gently rests against the pet's. They are silent for a long moment.

"Please, don't let him be the one to kill me," The young man says. "I know I'm g-going to die, but... let me take that a-... away from him. Please. God, I don't even know your name, but-... please."

The pet swallows, then nods, tipping his head back to press a kiss to the young man's forehead. "I don't have a name. What's your name? I'll remember it. Your real name."

The young man's throat bobs and he whispers into the pet's ear again.

He sits back up, leaning over until some of his long hair falls into the water. "I'm-... I'm ready."

The pet takes a deep, deep breath, moves up to kneeling with his thighs vertical, lays both hands on the back of the young man's head, and says, "I hope it's better, wherever you go."

Then he pushes the young man's head underneath the water.

[/END VIDEO]

According to my friend, there's more to that video as well, but obviously it's been cut to take out the end of the poor guy. Now, my friend swears up and down the pet is crying at the end of the video, that he can see tears, but I'm not sure.

That doesn't really line up with the pet killing people before this, you know?

But one thing it does prove is that the Boxie knows the name of one of the unidentified victims. If he could be found, we could give that man back his name and get his family the closure they deserve.

I know some of you argued with me last time that the Boxie is clearly a VICTIM and not a PERPETRATOR, and I definitely admit this second video maybe suggests you're on to something there.

But I still think we have a Boxie killer on our hands here - I just think maybe I was wrong about why he's killing them at all.

I guess we'll find out if he kills again.

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[taechaos]

A Night of Discovery

pairing: hybrid!Taehyung x fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, yandere au, smut

synopsis: For a learning trip, a seemingly innocent fox has taught you to never trust a predator in one day.

warnings: noncon, mention of murder, sadism

word count: 3.3k

a/n: ok so i may have made a moodboard to make up for how bad this is, SUE ME 😭 the request (spoiler warning)

The road is bumpy as the bus navigates through the looming forest, endless pine trees passing by your eyes in a blur. Chatters swirl in the fresh cold air, windows slightly cracked open as you try to sleep for the nth time with your head leaning against the smudged glass. You jolt awake each time, and it’s been two hours since your first attempt because of the reckless driver in the front. You’re clutching your backpack in your lap as you fantasize about the summer, your upcoming graduation.

Being in your final year of high school, the stress has been eating at you, but your biology teacher had the sheer niceness to give her students a break by taking you on a field trip to a marine zoo. It’s related to your syllabus, studying about marine ecology and all, and you were given the freedom to choose an aquatic animal of your choice to make a project on. You aren’t the least bit excited, because the zoo is so huge that your parents had to pay for the night you have to spend in a motel. Walking for hours and searching for one interesting fish is not at all thrilling.

Your body lurches forward when the driver abruptly hits the brakes. You take out your earphones as everyone stands up. The bus doors open with a hiss from the rush of air as students step outside one by one. You are sluggish when you hop on the cement, and the zoo is huge in front of you. The glass panels complement the surrounding greens, and you can catch the crashes of the waves from the shore behind. You can’t see it, and the environment is rather lonely except for the building close by: the motel next to the zoo.

Ms. Kang is directing your classmates to the motel first, and you’re about to follow before you stumble on your shoelaces. You crouch down to tie them, and when your teacher looks back, you say, “I’ll be there in a second!” When they’re inside, you decide to stretch your limbs after sitting in a stiff chair for so long. You walk to the woods by the parking lot, curious about the sights under the grey clouds. The weather is rather gloomy, and it doesn’t exactly help you feel better until you step on the grass ahead of the road. You sling your backpack over your shoulders and start touching the tree trunks out of boredom. It isn't entertaining, but it's relaxing.

A distant growl snaps you out of your sightseeing and you search around with your eyes for the source. The sound is very peculiar, and it has you feeling slightly nervous but undoubtedly curious.

You aim to take a step forward until your name is hollered, and you yell, “I’m here!” You hear hasty footsteps until Jimin appears next to you.

“Ms. Kang is asking for you. It’s your turn to check in,” he informs and you’re about to reply until you hear another growl. It’s louder compared to the previous one, and the both of you look into the forest in fright. It’s drawn out, but it gradually grows quiet. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” you furrow your brows a little anxiously and eventually enter the building with Jimin.

After everyone settled into their rooms, ate in the café provided by the zoo, the real trip began. You have to admit, the aquarium is gorgeous. The blue light reflecting from the water is easy on the eyes, and you’re fawning over all the swimming fish in admiration. There is a guide with you, and you listen to any information that is related to your favorite animals so far. You note down the names as a requirement from the teacher, and research some on your phone throughout your exploration. It’s actually interesting in the beginning, but you do get somewhat bored when a few hours pass. It’s 7PM when the tour ends for the day, and the rest of your time is leisure. 

You’re allowed back in your rooms for the evening, and you rest on the comfortable bed to gain back some of your energy. You’re more interested in the forest just outside, and you take out a box of fruits from your bag before leaving the motel. It’s dark when you munch on a sliced green apple while eyeing the forest. The lights from the motel sign help with your vision and you’re just standing on the empty lot while twirling around absentmindedly. It’s not like you’re close enough with anyone to hang out with them at this time, but it allows you to appreciate the breeze more. You’re wearing a cardigan to keep you warm, and you’re enjoying your time until you hear a whimper. 

You stop in your tracks before inching closer to the sound. It’s pained, or at least you think it is, and you take out your phone to shine a flashlight at the eerie forest. More whimpers resound in your ears, and you timidly trudge into the darkness. You yelp when you feel something soft lightly graze your calves, and jump away before seeing it: it’s the tail of a red fox. You gasp in slight fear because you don’t know if you trespassed or are in danger. The fox stares at you, and you stare back until it quietly whines again. “Awww,” you unintentionally coo. You’re scared when it wraps its fluffy tail around you, but you’re not so intimidated when it starts snuggling into your legs. You crouch to level with it and hesitantly bring your fingers to its head. Its fur is so soft that you wonder if it has been tamed.

“You’re so cute,” you gush in a whisper when it leans into your hand. You retract your hand and take out a blueberry from your container and feed it to the fox. Your heart warms just by watching it chew, and you give it some more. This encounter might be the best part about this trip, because the animal is just so adorable. You want to cry from how overwhelmingly precious and pure it seems with its adoring gaze. You’re grinning brightly as you eat with it, sharing your only snack for this whole expedition. 

You entertain yourself with it for a little while before deciding to go back. You ignore its protests guiltily and bid farewell, “I’ll see you again, cutie.” It’s already been an hour and your legs ache from bending for so long. You know you shouldn’t be out too late, and as you retrace your steps back to the motel, you hear it run off deep into the woods. 

The night is spent tossing and turning in bed because you wanted to sleep early in order to function at 8AM the next morning, but you can’t force it. Surfing through the media or keeping your eyes closed for 15 minutes straight didn’t help in the slightest, and somehow your energy has been increasing instead. The window adjacent to the mattress glares at you with its beauty of the crowd of unsaturated trees. You didn’t bother pulling the curtains because it’s a pleasant view, and the stars that you rarely see in the city shine brightly in the countryside. You think back to your interaction with the fox, and a smile creeps up on your tired face. You want to see it again.

Putting your shirt back on, you’re adjusting your cardigan when you crack open the door of your room. No one’s roaming in the halls, as expected since it’s midnight, but you try to be mindful of your temporary neighbours as you sneakily exit the building. You turn to your left instantly to scurry towards the mysterious forest. You don’t know if the fox is still around, but you whistle lowly anyway. Twigs snap beyond your vision, and you warily wait for something to happen. 

An extremely loud growl rips a tiny scream out of you and you immediately flinch backwards. You’re frozen in your spot, almost paralyzed as the growls continue. It’s confusing because the noise is more like an aggressive hiss, and it’s unlike anything you’ve heard before. It suddenly switches to a whimper, a plea. You don’t know if you have to break a fight between two animals, but it doesn’t matter when your curiosity takes over and makes you confidently (albeit feigned) stride into the jungle. 

As if your actions are being encouraged, the whimpers grow more desperate and you take slow steps while watching out for any predators waiting to attack. You’re trembling in fear, but then your fox also might need help… 

The motion is way too quick for you to process and you let out a blood curdling scream when you’re tackled to the ground. You don’t stop screaming even when your mouth is covered, muffling your cry for help. 

“Calm down,” a honeyed rich voice tells you, soothing with its calm tone, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You quiet down and peek at the assailant through heavy lids. A confused hum catches in your throat upon seeing batlike ears that poke through dark hair. They easily blend in together, and you scrutinize his features and notice a swishing bushy tail behind the man on top of you. Terror dawns in your eyes, though the man looks fairly tranquilent by the ordeal.

“You fed me earlier,” he recounts and slowly removes his hand from your face. You’re gawking up at him as he clarifies, “Fox hybrid.” You squeak when his tongue darts out to lick your cheek and chuckles at your expression.

“What a-are you doing?” you snivel shakily. 

He gently tucks a stray strand behind your ear before answering nonchalantly, “Scenting my precious doll. You’re so pretty, and kind… and naive.” 

Your breaths quicken when he leans into you, but he conveniently misses your lips to bury his face into your neck. The fur on his pointy ear tickles your jawline, and you’re startled when he starts to sniff you. You feel him lick your sensitive skin and clench your fists with a mewl. You’re utterly terrified by the discovery of a new species, who also seems to be very strong and stealthy. He’s handsome, gifted with a heart shaped face and a set of charming black eyes with full lips, but it’s not important when he’s crushing you with his weight to keep you in place. His mouth and nose are all over you as they explore your taste and smell, and his satisfaction is evident with his sighs of bliss.

“I couldn’t get enough of you earlier,” he reveals with a subtle moan, “I've never had the experience of smelling something so delicious. It's fortunate that you're so easy to fool.” The only thing that you do know about foxes is how cunning they are, but you didn’t think one would land you in this situation. You’re heaving to breathe with a struggle, but he pays no mind to it. “I can’t wait to claim you.”

Despite rendering you immobile, he sounds more desperate and needy than you do; as if he’s the weaker one, like the roles are switched. You might be able to use that to your advantage… “I would love that,” you choke out, though you have no idea what he means by his words, “but I can’t move. I-I want to kiss you.” You want to smack your forehead for coming up with such a terrible lie; you don't even know if his intention is to kiss you.

“Yeah?” he drawls seductively and withdraws his knees from your thighs, most likely leaving a bruise from how hard he dug them in. He holds himself up by his palms that previously clung onto your shoulders and limits your peripheral vision. Your eyes trail to his defined collarbone for a short moment, the moonlight casting a shadow over his fine features. “Kiss me then.”

You inhale sharply before raising your leg to kick him, but his reflexes are faster than yours as he prevents it with one knee. He tuts, “I’m offended; I thought you found me cute.” A knowing smile graces his pink lips, and it doesn’t falter even when you open your mouth to scream again. His calloused hand immediately silences you before you can make any noise, and his other hand reaches down to your lower region. “I even wore a pretty outfit for you today. Such an ungrateful doll...” 

He tugs on your pajama shorts, dragging them down to your knees along with your underwear. You shake your hand and beg unintelligibly, “Please don’t.” You clench your thighs together, but he forces them open and leans back to take your bottoms off completely. The weather feels like it’s dropped to negative degrees as you shiver and he gently hushes you when you begin to sob. 

“Oh doll, there’s no reason to cry yet,” he sighs in fake empathy, “I just really, really want to fuck you.” He heaves his shirt over his head, and that’s when you get a glimpse of his so-called “pretty outfit”. The black garment is familiar because it's the merchandise of an indie band with its flamboyant logo; you know you’ve seen someone else wear it today. He has to use both hands to take it off completely, and once it’s off, your wails echo in the deserted land as he ties it around your mouth. It’s Jimin’s outfit. “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I love having your attention.” His voice is a mere breath, filled with anticipation to touch you.

He slides down to your knees as he continues to undress himself. He’s throbbing under the uncomfortable fabric of the tight jeans, and instead of attacking him with your now free hands, you cover your face stained with tears as you cry. You feel like you’re having a heart attack as your gut churns in defeat; there’s no point in fighting a man who might’ve killed your classmate, a fox no less.

The moment his pants are down his thighs, his stiff length grazes his stomach before he palms it and rubs himself up and down your folds. Your heat is damp with your natural discharge, but it’s so warm and he feels so aroused as a moan slips past his luscious lips. “You must think I’m so rude,” he whispers and hovers over your face, “I haven’t even introduced myself and yet I’m already marking you.”

He whines cutely at a particular tingle before saying, “My name’s Taehyung. I’d love to hear you moan it, but you’re just so naughty.” His emphasis is airy, and you’re terrified by the contrast of his soft tone and rough actions. He’s calculated, but also very reckless; almost amateur as he begins to position himself by your entrance.

Your words are gibberish as you repeat: “No, no, please no!” He clicks his tongue in response and locks eyes with you just before he shoves his cock inside, no adjustment whatsoever as his pitch grows higher in wonderment. He’s down to the hilt, and the fabric in your mouth isn’t enough to drown out your scream of pain. The stretch is excruciating. His eyes screw back as he loses himself in you, and it’s as if he’s lost all control when he starts slamming into you at an unforgiving pace. 

As opposed to your protests, he starts chanting, “Yes, yes, fuck yes, my perfect little doll.” He’s never had intercourse with a human before, but it’s not up for comparison when he’s feeling so heavenly because of your tightness. You’re pulsating around him, walls clenching in discomfort because you’re in so much agony. You push his shoulders, but it’s futile as he doesn’t budge in the slightest; he almost appears possessed, but his loud moans disprove the theory. 

He can’t form coherent words, and neither can you. If you weren’t in such a shock, you’d be encouraging him to be louder in case anyone is nearby to help you. You thrash under him, but your movements are limited because of his firm build. You beg and beg, but he is animalistic with his chase for his high. The sound of slapping skin have no pauses in between because of his pace, and dare he admit that the predator in him enjoys your attempts at getting away. It makes it so much more fun for him, but he’s unable to savour it from how your pussy sucks him in so deliciously. "You feel so fucking good, I'm going crazy."

Once he’s gained some of his sensibility back, he latches onto your neck to lick and bite you. You pull at his hair to yank him away, his canine teeth sinking into your flesh for a second before he moves onto another spot. His torture is endless, and his growls scare you enough to remove your hand and shake like a leaf under him. He wants to taste all of you, and you can't serve as an obstacle.

“Pet my ears,” he grunts, “touch me, touch me, dolly.” 

The initial pain is starting to subside, and your thoughts are coming together although they’re hazed. You’re still aching, but you know he just dropped you a hint; the sooner he’s satisfied, the earlier this nightmare ends. Your fingertips stroke the back of his twitching ear. His fur is so velvety, and petting him is the least bad part about this experience. You must be doing something right, because he’s getting so noisy that there’s no way someone would miss you now. You suck your teeth with a hiss as he sets an impossibly rapid rate, rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries breathlessly. His release washes over him as spurts of cum paint your throbbing walls in white, and you’re relieved that this is the end. 

His intakes of air are hot on your skin as his breath fans the crook of your neck. Your stomach drops the moment he murmurs his next words, “I want to do it again.”

“Hey!” a gruff voice interrupts his huffs, and your whole world lights up when you see a man in a uniform with a flashlight over your heaving nude bodies. Taehyung is surprised that he didn’t catch the man’s footsteps when he walked over. “This is indecent exposure, you know–” the security officer goes quiet in shock when he notices the perk of Taehyung’s ears, and then the stiff, unmoving tail behind. “What the fuck?”

Taehyung rolls off of you before disappearing from your sight in a single second. He is stealthy and quick, and his footsteps are light when he leaves; presumably shifting as he goes. The guard attempts to chase after him before stopping in front of you. His eyes trail down your figure before he looks away in disgust. “Goddammit, kid, put your clothes back on.” 

“Thank you so much,” you choke on your tears of joy as you ignore the ache in your thighs, the swelling in your heart and your suffocating turmoil. You stand up on wobbly knees and slowly dress yourself. The officer has his back facing you while you change, and you’re grateful he doesn’t witness how fragile you are. 

“What are you thanking me for?” he asks after a moment of prolonged silence.

“H-He was raping me,” you speak in a hushed tone, “and I think h-he killed my classmate.”

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. “I’ll go notify the police. Are you staying in the motel?”

When you return back to your room with the company of your savior, you’re hurting everywhere and sleep comes to you easily from all the crying you’ve done. You wake up from a knock on your door, and it’s early in the morning as your teacher says, “Pack up dear, we’re leaving in half an hour.”

They found the clothes, you note when you limp outside with your bag dragging you down. There are dried tear stains on your cheeks when you step on the open bus, and you see a bunch of cops surrounding the forest through the window. Jimin isn’t inside, and you shake your head with pursed lips as sobs bubble up in your throat. This feels nothing short of a nightmare. 

The class is informed of Jimin’s disappearance after taking off, and you lean your head against the window as the driver recklessly drives. Your vision is blurred with tears as you watch the forest, but it doesn’t distort it enough for you to miss the flash of a blood red tail skip between the trees, following the path of your transport.

After all, foxes are known for being fast. There’s no way this one wouldn’t be able to track you down sooner or later, your scent bringing you back to him.

[ray-ray-writings]

A Dedicated and Domesticated Pig-Technoblade

This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! For the sake of this story, we’re going to say that once new L’manberg was built and Tubbo became president no other war happened. They rebuilt and the nation was happy and prosperous. 

This is the fourth and probably final part of the Dedicated Series! I honestly cannot believe how much you guys love this series! Thank you guys so much for all of your support! As I said, this is probably the final part because I don’t really know how this could go even further, but who knows. Maybe one of you will have a killer idea that I can’t turn down. But I just wanted to say thank you all again so so much for the overwhelming support that you guys continue to give me. I love you all so much… Anyway on with the story. 

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. 

Masterlist here

Everything comes full circle when Y/N and their family travel to L’Manberg for the annual festival. 

Y/N’s POV

I let out a groan as the sunlight that peered through our window hit my closed eyes, arousing me from my slumber. I knew I should have sprung for those blackout curtains when I had the chance. I huffed and rolled over, my hand searching the other side of the bed for the lump that was my husband. My brow furrowed when no such lump was found, instead a cool spot laid where my husband usually rests. “Babe?” I croaked out, my eyes peeling open to confirm my thoughts. I slowly sat up and pushed the blankets off of me, looking around the room and still not seeing him there. I closely listened for a moment, thinking that maybe he had decided to take an early morning shower, no such sound. 

Stretching my arms up, I swung my legs out of the blankets and onto the floor before standing up, my back cracking ever so slightly at the stretch. I slowly made my way out of the bedroom and throughout the house. I was about to check in the other room, when noise from the kitchen captured my attention. 

Walking into the kitchen, I found the most adorable domestic sight I’ve seen in a while. There, in front of the stove, stood Technoblade with our 4 year old daughter Philippa on his hip. “You want to flip this pancake together?” I heard Techno muttered softly, his head turning to look at her. Her curly pink hair bobbed up and down as she agreed. “Okay. Grab here on my hand and we’ll flip on three.” Her tiny hand reached out and wrapped around Techno’s much larger one. “You ready? One, two, three!” Techno cheered before flipping the pancake. The breakfast food splatted down onto the pan causing Techno to let out a ‘whoo’ before leaning over and pressing a sweet kiss to our daughter’s forehead. “You did so well baby! You should help me make breakfast more often, I think you’re a better cook than your Baba,” He announced, throwing me under the bus. It was then I decided to make my presence known, 

“You burn the potatoes one time,” I teased, causing Techno to slightly jump and turn around allowing me to see my beautiful family’s faces. “Baba!” Philippa cheered, reaching out and making grabby hands to me. I grinned and moved forward, taking our daughter from my husband’s arms. “Hey baby, sleep well?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leaning up and kissing my husband. She matched my grin and nodded her head. “Yeah. I had a good dream and I went into your room to tell you about it. Daddy was already awake so he said we could make you breakfast while I told him my dream.” Pip rambled out, reaching out to play with my messy hair. I hummed and looked over to my pink headed husband for confirmation, “Is that so?” 

Techno wasn’t looking at me, rather his pancake pan, but the smile on his face confirmed Philippa’s story. “Yeah, we were going to bring you breakfast in bed but you decided to get out of bed,” he teased, bumping his hip against mine. I simply rolled my eyes and bumped his hip back, “I got cold without you beside me. So in a way it’s kind of your fault,” I teased back, poking at his hip with the hand that wasn’t holding Pip. Techno only smiled and shook his head. 

“You want to go sit at the table? This is the last pancake and I figured I can serve you and Pip at the table if you won’t let me serve you in bed.” My cheeks flushed at his sweetness. Even after all these years, he still knows how to make me shy. I gave Techno’s cheek a quick kiss before moving to the table. I set Philippa down in her normal seat before moving to my own. It didn’t take Techno too long to walk over to the table, balancing three plates in his arms. He set my plate down in front of me first before placing one in front of Pip and then in front of his own seat. Philippa wasted no time, she immediately began eating her breakfast, her small colorful fork shoving the pancake into her mouth.

 Before he sat down, Techno leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. Once he pulled back, I sighed in contentment, “Thank you,” I stated with a grin before turning to my own plate. Techno chuckled as he sat next to me, “for the food or the kiss?” “Both.” 

“What are we doing today Baba?” Philippa asked, her face somehow covered in sticky syrup. “Today’s L’Manberg’s Autumn Festival, remember sweetheart? We’re going to Papa Phil’s house and then we’re going to go to the festival,” I reminded her gently, reaching over and gently wiping the syrup from her cheeks. Philippa gasped in excitement as her eyes lit up at the reminder, “We’re going to see Papa Phil?” She questioned. I chuckled at her excitement, “Yes baby. And we’ll also see Uncle Will, Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tubbo. We’ll see everyone.” “Papa Phil!” She cheered aloud, completely ignoring my addition. But I couldn’t blame her. Those two have been obsessed with each other since they met. After all, we named her for him. Techno chuckle caused my attention to shift. His eyes met mine as we smiled at each other, “Papa Phil!” He cheered causing me to giggle. “Papa Phil!” 

*Little Time Skip*

“Come on Tech! We’re going to be late!” I called into the house from the front door. “We’re coming! We’re coming!” Techno called from somewhere in the house causing me to giggle and roll my eyes. People always assume that it’s me that causes our family to be late, but it’s almost always Techno and Philippa. 

After a few more minutes of waiting, Techno finally appeared with a bundled up Philippa on his hip. Once Techno and I got married and we started thinking about starting a family, we discussed the idea of building a new home. The one we had was very nice, but it was in the middle of a tundra with all of our family thousands of blocks away in L’Manberg. So we moved a lot closer to the country, but still far enough away to have our privacy. We found a cute snowy biome that was perfect. It had that comforting feel of the snow that Techno so desired in his ‘retirement’ but it wasn’t as cold as the tundra and of course, wasn’t as far. So we still had to bundle up everytime we left, but we didn’t have to stay in those clothes long. 

The three of us walked out to our stables to get on our horses, Carl Jr. and Wendy. Techno helped me mount my horse before handing me Philippa and getting on his own. I made sure Pip was safe and secure in front of me before gathering my reins and getting Wendy to begin walking. 

It only took about 20 minutes before we could see L’Manberg. We quickly made our way to Philza’s house, bringing Carl Jr. and Wendy to the open back yard to let them roam freely while we were here. Techno jumped off of Carl, walking over and taking Pip before helping me down as well. Techno let Philippa down and when he stood back up, I reached up and gave him a sweet ‘thank you’ kiss. 

As soon as her legs touched the ground, Pip bolted for the back door entrance of her grandfather’s house. “Papa Phil! Papa Phil!” She cried as her little legs carried her to the house. Techno and I followed behind her as she grew nearer. “What is all this commotion out here?” Philza called teasingly as he swung the door open. “Papa Phil!” Philippa practically screamed, attaching herself to his calves as her arms wrapped around them tightly. “Woah!! Philippa! My sweet girl! It’s so good to see you!” He called, prying the little girl from his leg, raising her up in his arms before wrapping her in a tight hug.

I could feel my heart melting at the interaction happening in front of us. Philza was so happy when we announced Philippa, he was even more happy when we announced her name. That was the most tears I have ever seen Philza cry. He didn’t even cry that much at Techno and I’s wedding, and that day was full of crying. He’s the best grandfather to her. He adores her and she adores him. They’re the absolute cutest. 

“Hey kids!” Philza finally greeted us after giving his full attention to his granddaughter. “Hey dadza,” we chimed in response. I carefully hugged Philza, careful not to crush Philippa before moving aside to let Techno do the same. The four of us moved further into the house, to the living room to be exact. “Are you excited for the festival today?” Philza questioned the little girl that remained in his arms. Philippa’s curls bounced once more as she nodded excitedly, “Yep, I get to see you Papa Phil!” She cheered. The smile on Phil’s face widened as he threw his head back and laughed, “Yes you do sweetheart, but you also get to see your Uncles and you get to play games and eat fun foods,” Philza explained, trying to get a different answer from her. Philippa nodded once more, “Yes. and I get to see you!” She cheered once more. I could tell the comment really made Philza’s heart warm. Small tears pricked in the corner of his eyes at well as her sweetness. “And I get to see you Pip!” 

*Time Skip*

The four of us left Phil’s house to go to the festival at noon. The streets were decorated with brightly colored ribbons and many booths were set up with games, food, and merch type things. The sight really reminded me of the first L’Manberg festival that happened six years ago, the one where Techno asked me to be his partner.

We arrived at the main area to be greeted by everyone, and I mean everyone. Immediately Philippa was picked up from beside Philza and tossed in the air by her eldest uncle, Wilbur. “There’s my most adorable niece,” He cheered over her squeals and giggles. Due to Wilbur’s actions, all of the attention was on us. Instantly, we were swarmed by our friends, giving us, well mostly me, hugs and grins. Philippa was passed around from uncle to uncle to aunt, everyone cooing over just how much she’d grown since the last time we’d been here. 

“You think we’ll get her back anytime soon?” Techno asked, his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me close to his side. I let out a laugh as I let my own arm wrap around him as well. “With this lot? Heck no.” Techno chuckled at my response but nodded, “Yeah, didn’t think so.” 

Once we finally got our daughter back, we made our way to the game booths. First up, the dunk tank. It was the same dunk tank from 6 years ago, but it was still in great shape. Tubbo was first, he got dunked a few times. I mean who wouldn’t want to dunk their president? Following him was Tommy, Niki, Quackity, and many more. “Techno, you want in on this?” Someone called from beside the dunk tank. I turned to Techno with a bright grin and nudged his shoulder, “Yeah Techno, you want in on that?” Techno playfully glared at me at the teasing tone. Before he could respond though, Philippa spoke up, “Daddy going in the dunk tank? YAY!” Techno was never able to deny his daughter. He let out a sigh before handing me Pip and making his way to the tank. “You two are evil,” Philza chimed from beside me, grabbing one of Pip’s tiny hands and waving it back and forth. I shrugged and chuckled, “Maybe. But it’s pretty funny either way.” 

Techno begrudgingly climbed into the dunk tank, glaring at me when he sat on the seat. I simply gave him a sweet smile and a wave. Everyone eagerly lined up to try and dunk my pink headed husband now that they weren’t terrified of him like they were many years ago. Unfortunately, everyone missed, literally not a single one hit, not even the one I threw after I set Pip down. I turned around in disappointment to find Phil leaning down and whispering something in Pip’s ear. Her little eyes were wide with excitement as she grinned and nodded at whatever her grandfather was telling her. 

Once Philza stood back up, Philippa ran to the dunk tank. I was about to run after me, when Philza’s hand on my shoulder stopped me from moving. “Trust me. Just watch,” Philza whispered behind me. Philippa stopped beside the dunk tank, next to the button that would sink her father. “Hello Daddy!” Philippa exclaimed, waving frantically at Techno who was still sitting in the tank. “Hello Pip… What are you doing?” He asked, an eyebrow raised toward his daughter. “Dunking you!” She cheered before she reached up and pressed her small hand into the button causing the seat to collapse under my husband and dunk him into the cold water below him. 

Philippa let out an excited squeal as her father was submerged and she ran back to Phil and I was a bright grin on her lips. “I did it Papa! I did what you told me!” Phil let out a loud laugh and picked up his granddaughter and pressed a big kiss to her cheek, “Yes you did. You did so well sweetheart.” Philippa giggled and cuddled herself closer to Phil. I reached over and ran my hand through her hair and kissed her cheek as well, “Baba is very proud of you lovely,” I announced causing her to giggle once more. “Is that so?” The monotone voice of my husband called from behind me. I whipped around and found a soaking wet Techno, his wet pink hair hanging in his face. I grinned as I scanned him up and down before meeting his eyes, “Yeah, it is,” I claimed, crossing my arms across my chest. 

We stared at each other in silence for a moment before Techno’s face broke out in a grin as he took a small step forward, “You know what I have to do now babe.” The memory of what happened the last time this happened flashed into my mind. Oh god. I took a small step backwards toward Phil and Pip, “Hey now, you really don’t have to do this Techno,” I stated nervously. The grin on his lips curled even bigger, “Oh but I do,” Techno announced. 

Before I even had time to think, Techno launched himself forward and wrapped his dripping wet arms around me, burying his soaked face into my neck causing me to get wet as well. “Technoooo!” I whined out, trying to push him off of me, but he didn’t budge. “Y/NNNNN” He mocked, squeezing his arms tighter around my waist. I let out a sigh before giving into the hug and wrapping my arms around him. “You’re lucky I love you,” I grumbled into his shoulder. Techno chuckled, “I know.” 

We played games and ate junk food until the sun went down. Philippa was having a great time at the festival. Everyone had a soft spot for her and let her win every game she wanted to play. She got to eat all the sweets that she wanted. We never let her eat like this at home but because it was a special occasion, Techno and I agreed to let ourselves…. pig out for once… Pun sort of intended. 

Soon it was dark and we all gathered together in the L’Manberg square. The air buzzed with excitement as we all waited with anticipation at what was to come. Techno and I stood side by side, with him holding Philippa up between us, one of my arms resting on her lower back the other wrapped around Techno’s waist. “Beloved Citizens and Friends of L’Manberg,” Tubbo called from the podium, drawing all of our attention to him, “I’d like to take this time to thank you all for gathering here for our 6th annual L’Manberg festival. We hope you’ve had a wonderful time. Here’s to more prosperous years to come. Let the show begin!” He finished, throwing his hands in the air.

Immediately fireworks flew up into the sky behind him and exploded into a beautiful array of shimmering colors. Philippa’s hands moved to cover her ears at the loud noise, but her eyes remained trained on the sky. We all watched in amazement as the fireworks exploded in the sky. I felt Techno’s arm pull me in closer to his side and his head tilt down to kiss the side of my head. I pulled my eyes from the sky and turned to look at him. A soft smile was planted on his face when our eyes met. 

“Do you remember our first date?” He asked quietly as to not draw attention to us. I smiled and gave a small nod, “Of course. How could I forget, especially since it was six years ago today,” I teased giving him a small wink. Techno chuckled, “That’s true. Just, watching these fireworks really have me thinking about one of the best days of my life.” Blood rushed to my cheeks at his sweet words. “You’re too sweet. I think you’ve gone soft,” I teased my husband, knowing full well he had. Techno’s eyes left mine and slowly wandered and settled on Philippa that was still staring in wonder up in the sky. 

“Yeah. I have. I’ve been shown love. I have two, three counting Phil, who love me unconditionally. This morning I was woken up by this sweet little girl who has my hair and your eyes. Before I met you, I would have never thought that days like this… No, a life like this would be possible. I was feared and hated before I met you, and you didn’t show any ounce of fear or hate… Well, maybe dislike because I got yoke all over you… That’s besides the point. 

“The point is, if someone had told me seven years ago that one day I would be here, standing in an open field watching fireworks with my spouse and my daughter, I would have laughed in their face and then killed them without hesitation. I mean, you saw how I chased Wilbur around when he even brought it up when we first met. You’ve changed my life, Y/N. You’ve given me everything I’ve never thought possible. You’ve given me a real family of my own. People that I can take care of, protect, and be dedicated to until the day I die. But also people that I’m willing to drop everything to cook a meal for or clean the house for… You’ve made me a dedicated and domesticated pig. And I will be that, until my last breath.” 

Nothing could stop the tears that had begun to flow down my cheeks. Techno’s beautiful speech had made me cry. That jerk. “You’re my everything Tech. You’ve given more that I could have ever hoped for in this life. I am so completely and utterly dedicated to you. All those years ago when I saw your name pop up on my right arm, I would have never in a million years guessed that this is where the two of us would end up. Together, side by side, with a beautiful daughter between us. Thank you, for everything.” 

Our lips met in a passionate kiss. Everything felt so right in the world. The two of us, standing here in the spot of our first date, on the anniversary of our first date, with our daughter in our arms who’s currently enthralled in the firework show happening above. It was so right. 

“Ewwww!” Philippa squealed, causing us to break apart, “Baba and Dada kissing!!” She squealed once more, making a face of disgust. Techno and I exchanged a quick glance. “Oh yeah, you think kisses are gross?” I teased, leaning me head forward toward her just a little bit. She frantically nodded, looking between both of us. “Well then you definitely won’t like this!” Techno called. The two of us immediately dove our faces into Philippa’s and began pressing short little peck’s all over her face and her neck making the ‘Mwah!’ sound as loud as we could. Pip began to giggle and squeal loudly as we kissed her. I could tell we had gathered the eyes of the crowd because I could hear people cooing as we loved up our daughter. 

“Still think kisses are gross?” I questioned once we pulled our faces away from Pip’s. She quickly shook her head, before puckering her lips and giving each of our cheeks kisses. “Spread kisses?” She asked, pointing to her Papa Phil who stood just a few feet away from us. I glanced at Techno who just shrugged at me before leading us over to his father. 

“Papa Phil!” Pip cheered, reaching out of our arms toward her grandfather. “Well hey there Pip! Did you enjoy the show?” He asked, accepting her into his arms. “Mhm!! Now kisses!” Before Phil could respond, Pip had begun placing tiny kisses all over the side of Phil’s face. “Spread kisses!” She exclaimed once she was done. “Thank you Pip, I appreciate that. Do you want to go spread kisses to your aunts and uncles?” Philippa’s pink hair bobbed up and down and so Philza walked away from the two of us to the next unsuspecting target. 

As I watched, I felt Techno lean down and press a sweet kiss to the side of my head. “We did good huh?” My eyes left my daughter’s figure as I turned to look at him with a wide grin. “Yeah, we did my domesticated pig.” My eyes left his and found Philippa now in Wilbur’s arms, planting kisses all over his face. “We really did.” 

There you go! I really really hope you enjoyed. I absolutely loved writing this piece and just this whole series in general. It’s like my little baby and I really really hope you guys love it even just half as much as I do. Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me! Please remember to like, reply, or even reblog if you did enjoy.