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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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requests are open???????? oh??????? okay okay hear me out, I know this might seem weird but I just love how you write for our clones and since I know you love him as much as I do..... what about "finding out they have a momento of you somewhere on them they bring everywhere" + Tai? 👉🏻👈🏻

Author's note: -yanks a barbie-like doll version of Tai from your hands- He's mine to play with now >:3 and I shall make his life perfect and full of fluff as he deserves. I can't be mean to him on my first time writing him xD

Also Wrecker, since you mentioned him in another message. His is a small bonus featured at the bottom ;3

Relationships: Tai(homeless clone veteran from Kenobi to anyone unawares)/Gn!Reader, Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Your friends had always insisted you had a bleeding heart. But you never really got why it was always considered something you say about someone to insult them.

You care for other people; Is that so bad?

Well, here maybe. There's no shortage of individuals looking to take advantage of that. But you're careful, it's not like you would've gotten far if you hadn't been. But sometimes you can't help it. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come out to give him some food, as he sat camped out close by the entrance to your work.

"I," He hadn't heard you at first, your voice filtered into the crowd and was carried away by it. You spoke again, louder; With more confidence, you had thought.

"I brought you another."

When you'd finally caught his attention he turned to you, the brightness of his eyes contrasting against the still somewhat disheveled nature of his hair and beard. He'd trimmed some of it not too long ago, but in the situation he was in, it was difficult to find the proper tools to do so.

You'd handed him one of the two mealboxes in your hand- it's still warm on the bottom as your fingers brush over his gloved ones. He had hesitated, but after the last few times where you had, and quite aggressively insisted, he take the food, this time he just takes it.

"You're beginning to make a habit of this," His thumb fiddled with the tab to pull up the lid and take a peek at what was inside. "You know you don't have to."

He makes good company, and you don't hesitate to say as such.

"There's some storage crates behind the store; Do you maybe want to eat together?"

You were never able to stop the expectant look on your face, maybe hoping to puppy dog eyes him into joining you. It had seemed to work, but who knows if it was the pleading tone of just the offer of some company.

He went to haul himself to his feet, so you reached out a hand. He didn't exactly shove it away, but he didn't take it; Standing fully and giving you a small smile. It still surprises you sometimes how tall he is at full height, especially with those thick plastoid boots adding another chunk of height.

"I'm not that old." Putting the hand back on your mealbox, it had been hard not to teasingly roll your eyes.

"You said it, not me."

To think, that felt like so long ago.

It really hadn't been, but time passes so wonderfully slow sometimes when you're around him. And how lucky you'd ended up, now getting to say 'good morning', instead of 'good night'.

The blankets still cover your legs, looking to the side as you watch him dump out his ratty old bag all over his side of the bed. You can tell he still doesn't think he should be here, but you were quick to give him his own little spaces of his. He deserves it, and you want him here.

Various little things come tumbling out out his worn rucksack; Some credits, a roll of bandages, a piece of candy and an empty blaster mag, even.

He's such an early riser- you're not even out of your nightclothes and he's up and moving. Already gave you a kiss and made a cup of caf.

You'd bought Tai a new satchel when you noticed the rips and holes in his current one, that were making it nearly unable to fulfill it's purpose as a bag. The one you'd bought wasn't anything fancy, but part of you had been concerned about implying he replace the old one and finding out it had sentimental value. Thankfully it didn't seem to, and now he's eager to make use of your gift.

Shaking it once more a piece of foil also comes tumbling out with his various doodads, and given it looks looks like nothing else he owns, you decide to curiously reach for it. He doesn't vocalize that you shouldn't touch it, but you still hesitate just a moment to make sure you aren't snooping.

He looks at you and then the foil in your hands, before giving a soft smile that shifts his grey speckled stubble.

"Open it."

Carefully the crumpled metal makes noise as you unfold the edges, before revealing what's inside on your lap.

A flower is pressed and dried, wrapped up in the foil. The stem is cracked from being folded to fit in such a small pack, but it's still secured with the actual petals.

"Is this," You question, even though you think you know where this is from. Not too many plants have the chance to grow and blossom in this sort of smoggy, dirty city.

It must've been blown down from a rooftop garden not too long before you'd both walked by, it late into the night and both your bellies full from some hot, cheap food. The flower had been a bright blue just like the fading paint on his armor, and picking up off the ground you managed to save it from getting stepped on- holding it up to his chestplate. Commenting on the color match had made him smile, before he stuck it in the hair right above your ear.

You don't remember ever taking it out, so it must've fallen sometime during the night and he'd snatched it back up. There had been so much happening; The smell of food and booze, Imperial troopers chasing a mugger, Tai had an arm around you the entire time, and it had tightened with they came a bit too close. That warm feeling had made your stomach turn in knots.

"Why'd you keep it?" You're curious, gently rubbing one of the petals between your thumb and index finger. It's so soft, even the slightest touch and you're nervous you'll ruin it.

He must've had this safely in his satchel for weeks now, and you'd never even known.

"Thought that even if you didn't stick around, I'd still remember having fun that night." He didn't get many of those sorts of days, not after everything that's happened. So much of his life has just been survive to the next day; Next hour, next minute.

"You know," Gently folding the flower back up in it's foil you still hold it in your hand, glancing towards him. "I was already in love with you when you gave me this."

There still exists a small degree of self doubt that exists in him; That he's not the right man for you. Though after vehemently denying it and insisting he stay when he tried to beat himself into leaving your home, you do everything in your power to make sure he has no reason to think those things.

Your confession made him falter for a moment, as you look at him with those sweet, irresistible eyes.

Putting his knee on the bed he moves closer to you, eyebrows raised as his slightly hooded eyes stare you down. He's still a little bit sleepy since the caf hasn't quite kicked in, and neither of you have eaten yet. He's been wanting to make it, he says to make up for all those meals you gave him.

"Did it make you love me more?" You put the flower down safely out of the way, so it isn't as risk of getting crushed when you lean forward and meet him at the middle; Nose just brushing against his. You want to kiss him so fucking bad, feeling his beard against your skin when you mutter your answer.

"There's no words to describe how much it did."

✦ Bonus! Some Wrecker goodness ✦

Wrecker always runs so hot; On a cold planet like this, it's particularly nice.

He makes this sort of heat bubble, that radiates around him like the burning sun of a solar system. Warming up your thighs with the arm leaning across them, he does so as well with your back and side as he uses his other arm to pull you against his chest. Sitting sideways in his lap is nice, especially as you watch the stars.

This is the sort of thing normally makes you quite sleepy- though it doesn't help that Wrecker insists on being the most comfortable sleeping spot. At least this time it won't be terrible if you end up falling asleep, because at least he'll be here to wake you back up. Or keep an eye on everything for you.

He occasionally has to check the scanners, leaning forward to do so when he feels enough time has passed without taking a glance. The continuously snow obscures vision outside the viewports of The Marauder to a degree, but it's not bad enough that you can't see the sky. It is however, bad enough that you have to keep an eye on the scanners to check if anything is getting close, lest you end up noticing only when something's right on top of you.

Not that anyone or thing, other than maybe what little wildlife can survive out here anyways would; It's just Hunter being cautious.

When Wrecker tightens his grip on your thighs a bit an leans forward to check, you notice something underneath the armor of his wrist, and gently reach to grasp his arm. Wrecker doesn't resist and lets you have his arm but he is a little confused, until you expose the thin chain that's wrapped around his body glove but underneath his gauntlet.

"I didn't know you kept this."

You remember way back when, on your first what you would call an 'official date', your necklace had snapped. It wasn't one that had any sort of extreme sentimental value, but you had really liked it; Though when Wrecker had picked it up off the ground to see multiple links were ruined, you elected to trash it.

Apparently Wrecker hadn't done that, and had instead used the long chain and tied it around his wrist with a haphazard double knot, the small little gold pendant long since having been lost.

"I, uh," Wrecker takes his arm away from your hands, and rubs the portion of his neck just below his ear. The chain is easily hidden underneath the plates of his armor, which more than explains why you'd never spotted it up until right now.

"It reminded me of that first date." He looks at you oddly for a moment, his brown eyes trying to read your expression. "It isn't weird, is it?" You shake your head.

"No, not at all. Maybe I can use some of Tech's tools so we can fix it? Then it won't fall off."

He noticeably perks up at that. His hand goes right back to cupping the side of your thigh, his gloved palm covering a good portion of it.

"Yeah, I really don't wanna loose it after this long."

Gods, Wrecker is too sweet for you.

"Well now you got to give me something of yours, so we can match. Right?" He almost instantly starts wracking his brain for ideas, his fingers tapping against your thigh.

"I got an idea," Your eyebrows raise, waiting. "But it's a surprise."

Of course it is.

He laughs as you drop your shoulders, having been denied the instant satisfaction of knowing what memento he's going to give you.

"Awww Wrecker come on, please? Tell me?" Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, attempting to pull him for a kiss, but his torso is too tall for you to get anywhere in this position. He pinches the side of your thigh, making you squeal just a bit.

"I'll tell you later. Promise."

#Tai got that 501st charm i know he do #the bad batch wrecker x reader #wrecker x reader #tai x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #homeless veteran x reader #clone trooper x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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ladyintree · 4 months ago

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@manslaught sent “✉” for a text that wasn't sent:

TAISSA: Hello. This is Taissa.

straight to the point, no beating around the bush. she's been trying to get back to that, but mikayla shakes her confidence, makes her second guess everything. it's cowardly, though, because she's putting it in mikayla's hands - giving her her number and giving her the opportunity to reach out, so it's not all weighing on her. but even looking at it, knowing that's what she's trying to do makes her immediately regret it, and she quickly erases the message before letting herself send.

she sets her phone down, telling herself that this is a bad idea. mikayla doesn't want to hear from her. but the idea starts to eat away at her; she gave her the number for a reason. maybe she should do something about it, give her more than she was able to when her nerves were shaken in front of her.

TAISSA: Hi, Mikayla. It's Taissa. I wanted to reach out to let you know I apologize for how strange things were between us when we met. I was wondering if you'd be interested in meeting to catch up.

this feels even worse, even more formal than the last, and while it is true to the way taissa presents herself now - it still feels so wrong for her. she sets the phone down again, telling herself that if she wants to say something, it'll come to her. she can't let herself overthink it, because mikayla will see right through her. and then -- she realizes that's what she has to do: she needs to just say what it is that's on her mind, what she deserved to hear when they saw each other last.

TAISSA: It's Tai. Seeing you caught me off guard, and it wasn't my best. I haven't been at my best for a long time. Not since I last saw you. I wish I could tell you how things got so fucked up, but I'm not sure I could ever explain. You were right about a lot of things - I spent too much time caring about what people think of me that I only ever ended up hurting us both because of it. You deserve more than that. But you were wrong about things, too, and I think you know that. You were the love of my life. Loving you is the only thing that has ever felt real to me.

this time, she nearly hits send, hovering over the button for a long moment before she starts to let out a small laugh. did mikayla give her a fake number? it doesn't make any sense; surely, she didn't plan it all, having a business card with a fake number ready for some masterplan. it's ridiculous, and she's overthinking everything, and again, her finger hovers, but then she rereads her words. she can't tell her all of that in a text - and it barely scratches the surface of everything she feels, anyway. she's just so desperate to say something without having to face her rejection face to face, because watching her walk away nearly killed her the first time. she erases the text entirely, and instead, types something much more simple.

TAISSA: I miss you.

this time, she erases the text even faster, covering her eyes with her hand as she wonders what the fuck she's doing. mikayla deserves more, and a text message was never going to be enough. as afraid as tai is to actually be face to face with her again, knowing any explanation she gives her will likely only give her a laugh in the face, it's what they both deserve. what they had was too important for it to never be truly resolved.

TAISSA: It's Tai. I owe you a real explanation about everything. Can we meet?

she takes a deep breath, rereading her words over and over again as she tries to work up the nerve to actually send it. maybe there is no hope for them to ever have any kind of relationship again, and maybe that's what taissa deserves. but she knows what mikayla deserves - and it's genuine clarity on everything, no matter how scary it is for taissa to actually come up with the reasons or words. she's ready this time, but just before she hits send, the door to her office opens, and she's brought face to face with her fiancee again. the same, practiced smile spreads across her face as she sees her, her stomach sinking at the text waiting to be sent still up on her phone. she gulps, glancing back to it, then to the woman before her again. this is the life she chose, this is the life she gave up the love of her life for. she can't let herself dwell on what still lingers for mikayla. she puts her phone to sleep, setting it down and out of view, bringing herself back to her mundane reality.

#manslaught #arc: manslaught / engagement.#good morning

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joylinda-hawks · 4 months ago

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Do you know him? He doesn't know this gentleman. WOH Episode 4 Part 1. The crowing of a rooster shows that the day is beginning. ZZS and ZCL leave the Tianya Inn. WKX sits down at a table in front of the inn and eats walnuts. He notices ZZS and the boy leaving and asks ZZS if he's up and if he wants a walnut. ZZS thanks WKX, calling him Mr. Wen. WKX tells ZZS: Ah Xu and explains that they recently went on an adventure together, had dinner and spent the night in a temple ruin, so why does ZZS still call him Mr. Wen. He asks if he's still a stranger to him. ZZS is silent and WKX points to the horses, saying that these two are for them. They are to go to Lake Tai to save themselves from worry. ZCL thanks WKX for what he did for them. He adds that they met by chance, but WKX stands up and interrupts him, saying that feelings can't be measured by time. WKX approaches ZZS and ZCL and continues, saying that he and Zhou Xu have grown to like each other. Deep friendship doesn't depend on time. He tells ZCL that his father was a lifelong member of the Five Lakes Alliance. However, he can't finish the sentence because someone is calling ZCL. ZCL, ZZS, and WKX turn around and notice a group of beggars approaching them. One of the beggars asks if the boy's name is Zhang Cheng Ling. ZZS carefully watches the newcomers. The beggars come dangerously close. Their leader is the vice-chairman of the Dazhi Cripple Beggar Gang. He tells ZZS not to misunderstand him, they are not bad people, and introduces himself. ZcL is a little afraid to see these people. The beggar goes on to say that HH and the Five Lakes Alliance have tasked them with finding an orphan from the Mirror Lake Sect, and yesterday one of the disciples saw that ZCL was similar to the person whose portrait they were given. So they came here today to make sure. ZZS quietly asks if ZCL knows the man, ZCL denies it, and the beggars surround them on both sides. WKX also watches, and ZCL hides behind ZZS. WKX butts in and asks if they should make sure. He adds that the beggar only brought the bandits to confirm ZCL's identity. If ZCL is the person the beggar is looking for, does he intend to take him by force? The leader of the beggars denies it. He turns to ZCL and tells him that it was Shen Shen, the leader of the Sect on Dagu Mountain, who asked them to find the boy. ZCL is horrified. The beggar states that the boy should know SS since he is the sworn brother of ZCL's father. ZCL replies that he doesn't know him and will go with ZZS. WKX tries very hard to get ZZS to notice him, so he offers ZZS and ZCL's horses. ZZS is cautious but tries to be nice and thanks WKX. WKX is disappointed that ZZS treats him like a stranger and chooses words to play on ZZS's feelings. The appearance of the beggars is a surprise to all three. Equally surprising is that they know who ZCL is and demand to be handed over. The boy is terrified, while ZZS remains calm, not intending to hand the boy over to the beggars, since he himself made a promise to the carrier. The beggars, on the other hand, do not treat ZZS and WKX as serious threats. ZZH wonderfully shows us a determined man who is not afraid of a herd of beggars. And GJ does not give in to him either.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #gong jun

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mariasabanahabanabana · 1 year ago

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FUN FACT OF THE DAY ABT T.S: did you, Raza, guys, my people, know that Taylor Swift is an actual superhero? Cause she saved me

Or well, at least for me is...

For some time now I've been a fan of Taylor Swift or as I usually name her "la wera" (the Blondy) and over the years, because yes, I have been in the fandom for more than a year, I have heard on several occasions the phrase "actually, T.S has a song that explains it", but, (at least me) not so much the phrase "in fact Taylor Swift saved me", so... On this beautiful rainy winter dawn i come to tell you how "Reputation" saved my life...

And yeah, I'm sharing this now cause of the upcoming recording of Reputation and before someone comes to tell me "but how do you know?" Mijin (nickname that we also use in Mexico to refer to Taylor or Swifitie), It's a matter of dates, start doing the math... And probably when the album comes out I'll go into some kind of regression and feel a little unwell...

And well you prob will say: "Why should I care?" (I'm kinda defensive today, r?) And yeash, but this is my blog and if I want to publish a photo of a sausage or my story of surviving my blue period, I'm gonna do it, period. (Sorry for the rudeness, I swear I'm not like that most of the time. [guess so])

Anyway, as Bad Bunny would say, storytime my people.... Or something like that, I'm not a big fan of him....

Well you see, at the same time that Tay was being attacked by the media, fans and basically the "whole world", su servidora (me) wasn't having the best time either, I was in "secundaria", which in USA and Canada is highschool (or to be more specific, 7th-8th grade), so if hormones weren't enough of a problem, add massive hatred, Unrequited crush, two sexual assaults, bulliyng, a fight, a nearly broken ankle, cyber bullying and, as icing on the cake, multiple visits to mental hospitals for various mental and eating disorders 😀👍

Since it was a super dense year (in the bad sense of the word) I'll just give a quick context, but I think the above already makes the point.

Haters gonna hate¿?: private school + people from "high" economic strata + hegemonic white people + (I know this is going to sound like an exaggeration, but I swear it's true) ONLY NON-HEGEMONIC BRUNOWN GIRL= years of bullying - racist attacks - consecutive xenophobes.

And Yep, I'm now aware that I'd have defended myself by hitting, insulting or Go with a professor, but first and foremost, as I said, I was the only girl of colour in my class and one of the few in the school. (was mixed / coeducational, but before that it was male, so it was the most predominant gender), Therefore, hitting or verbally attacking others WAS NOT, NOR IS NOR WILL IT continue to be an option, Secondly, teachers in Mexico suck, not all of them, but most of them, and the ones I had to deal with were, and I went to a Private school, third and last, I was never taught to defend myself, because they (mom, granma, church and the Bible) said that attacking your neighbour (or whoever) was a sin and at that time religion had "some importance in my life", in fact I still find it difficult to defend myself....

Unrequited crush: In short, my crush fell in love with my friend, who knew about my feelings towards him, so with the massive hatred that I already carried, I was considered the "slut" from school, at the age of 14 💀💀💀

Sex assault: The first one was a bet that a WHITE girl made with her friend, it happened in the middle of English class and again I didn't do anything and apparently "nobody noticed" and if they did I don't think they wanted to get involved in a problem with the school - class slut

And the second was when I went to get my physics homework checked, Let's just say that wearing pants doesn't exempt you from being handled like fruit in a market. (It's my trauma, it's my story and I will make whatever jokes I want and Decide)

Bullying: I wasn't pretty, my Reputation was on the floor, they bothered me about my crush, I had some kind of accent, Not much to say about it.

Fight: To date this has been the PENDEJA (DUMB) reason to start a fight... A (ex) friend invited me to the Justin Bieber concert (you can see how old I am and this story is), but within an hour she canceled me for going with another friend (a friend who also bullied me [cancellation that I later found out was due to my bad image and the rumors that circulated about me]), then I don't know how or why but a friend that they both had in common detested me, so with the thing of the concert and my annoyance that my (ex) friend was going out with one of the many girls who bullied me, a group of girls told me that they would "make up" with me on the way out, and that was that.... They took me to the football field (the school was - it's enormous) that was at the other end of the exits and they gave me the beating of my life...

At this point you may be wondering, "but what abt your mom? what's wrong? Didn't she notice the bruises or what?" Look, An advantage - disadvantage of my skin colour is that bruises are hardly visible, so the bumps weren't visible, besides, my mother works, my grandma was her and her only function with me was to pick me up from school, feed me, "take care of me" and see that I did my homework... And my uncle - dad, well.... 🍺🍺🍺

Almost broken ankle: have you ever watched in those typical American series (e.g. Chicken Little) where everyone play dodgeball and end up throwing all the balls at one person, well, I'm the one. So in a game one of the "mean girls" (I'll call it that to shorten the term) threw a ball at my ankle when I was running and well, in those days I used to be prone to tripping.

(oigan nmmn que pinche experiencia tan qlra, ya hasta ando llorando por recordar esto, JAJAJAJAJAJA)

Cyber bullying: bullying, just like the blue sea and sky, is infinite... What I am trying to say is, that high school - puberty should not exist, as well as the access (permission) to social networks, at least during those years...

Hospital visits: okay and now what was arguably one of the hardest knocks I've ever had to go through.... Look guys, my grandma isn't the typical sweet and loving grandmother, I'd say (in my experience) that she's a mix of Ida (Malcolm in the Middle's grandmother) and Grandma from Encantó... However, OF ALL THE ADULTS, SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO REALIZED THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH ME, cause there came a point where I only slept, I didn't even take off my uniform or do my homework and if I did, I slept the rest of the time until night, the time when my most catholic side came out, because night after night I asked, not PRAY, IMPLORE God (if there's one or exists) to take me, because I couldn't go on, I didn't want to go on, I only wanted to fall asleep and never wake up... What a merciful being he is...

One night I couldn't sleep, apart from the anxiety I had I was also dealing with tooth decay, so, being the brightest person in the county, I took almost a whole box of ibuprofen 500mg and naaaaambre, Until that point I had not felt my heart beat so fast... Not even when I was in love, I went to the nursery, they checked me and well... There, everything was revealed, my cuts, my record of constant visits (as I was just looking for an excuse to leave early) and that I was clearly suffering from an overdose. After that morning I can't remember much of what happened in the next few hours - days....

The case, I ended up hospitalized for a month, When I returned to school I was known as "Hanna Baker", that's right, the one from the series, at this point I only hung out ( eat in the Playtime ) with 3 friends... As for my "multiple hospital visits", I asked my mum to do what she could to let me out to finish the year, as there was NO FU C K I N G WAY I was gonna repeat that grade.... So they (doctor's) "agreed", signing a responsive letter and that, plus two weeks before graduation I went back, returned to school and was again interned....

Now, que porongas (what the heck) does Taylor Swift have to do with all this?? Well you see, I had heard her music before, but I wasn't the graaan fan, but between my interventions and constant outings I heard her music, specifically Rep, cause it was the year she came back and I didn't really know who she was or what she was going through, but hearing the album made me feel connected to her, her lyrics, situation and feelings (once I translated them of course). Later I looked into what was going on with their massive cancellation and well, in that moment of loneliness I felt what I needed, to know that someone understood what I was "going through".

So, if it weren't for Rep, especially my holy, Give me strength in my worst moments, Trinity, "LWYMMD, I did something bad and Don't Blame me", I probably wouldn't be here, telling this or maybe I'd, but I'll still be stuck in that hole of depression.

So in a few possible days - months not only will Reputation be released, but it will also celebrate another year of life... yeah, my "me" from before, of course Was dying slowly and cruelly (literally) in that year, 2017, but one way or another she (I) managed to come back to life.

I might be 20, In legal terms, but, I died and came back to life and currently have been 6 years without being thaaaat bad, absolutely I still take my meds, go (try) to therapy, and have been hospitalized, but (for only god knows What occasion number) no blue period compares and I hope it never compares to what I go through....

And for that strength, courage and support that @taylorswift gave me, thank you so very , very, very, much... I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you for this... This second chance and reinvention

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ladyintree · 3 months ago

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tai can't stop staring at mikayla, either. it's not like she had many photos of her to keep around — save for a team photo that was now plastered in every newspaper or magazine for the past five years, now soured by the memories of what happened to them instead of the memory of the day it was taken, when she and mikayla were forced to sit next to each other, leg to leg, distracting tai enough that she almost forgot to smile for the photo. she's more beautiful now than tai remembers, though their time in the wilderness and in seeing mikayla while she was in prison never made her seem like anything but. it makes it harder not to just be close to her, to make up for lost time and hold her in her arms again, finally, now that they have the chance. but it's not that simple — they're not together anymore. they're just two people who love and care for each other, who are always going to be important to the other's life, and she doesn't really know what that means for them. friends, she supposes, but they'd never actually been that before. even in the few weeks before their first kiss, when they claimed that's all there was, the tension between them was far too evident. selfishly, she's trying to figure out if they still have that— if mikayla is as curious as her about whether or not a future between them exists, now that they no longer have the barrier of prison.

❝ what? ❞ she says, trying to snap out of it as she finally takes a look across her apartment. she's right, it is boring, but tai doesn't blame her for it. ❝ no, it's yours. and you just moved in. you've got time to make it more comfortable. besides, I've got an apartment, and I spend more of my time in a bus or hotel. it barely feels like home to me. this does, though. ❞ in some ways, anyway — mostly, she's just happy that mikayla's got a place of her own, finally away from her father, away from the circumstances she's been in the last five years, plus their 19 months in the wilderness. it's sad, though — there was a time when she imagined moving into an apartment together. but then mikayla broke up with her, forcing tai to rethink what her future was really going to look like. she raises a brow, nodding her head slowly. ❝ well, I can help you furniture shop when the time comes, ❞ she offers, just desperate to be helpful in any way she can. ❝ — when is that happening, anyway? meeting your mom? ❞ she asks the question hesitantly, because there's something she wants to offer, but she's not sure if it's her place anymore. she's not her girlfriend anymore. and yet, standing before her now, she's still not sure what she is to mikayla—- or what mikayla's supposed to be to her.

she scoffs, shaking her head quickly. ❝ no. I'm not tired. ❞ she is, but the adrenaline of getting to see mikayla again is fueling her now, and she doesn't want to waste a second with her, especially since this happened days after it was supposed to. ❝ seriously. I already feel bad for not being there when you got out, so — I'm all yours now. I wanted to be here as soon as I could, ❞ she promises, trying to ignore the way her own words sound, quickly moving on to answer her initial question. ❝ but— the trip was good. we won. like, barely, ❞ she says, rolling her eyes. ❝ but we managed. ❞ tai was distracted, though, busy thinking about what it would've been like to see mikayla walk out of the doors, to be the first one to hug her, to take her to her favorite place to eat, to bring her fresh clothes and whatever else she wanted. it should've been her. but she can't say that, because it's the very reason mikayla broke up with her in the first place— so tai could stay focused on her soccer career, and she's afraid that if she admits she let mikayla's release distract her, mikayla will only want to push her away again. ❝ you should come to a game sometime. I can get you the best seats in the house, ❞ she offers with a smile, her eyes glancing around and noting a pair of shoes that are obviously not mikayla's. ❝ you can . . . bring travis, too, ❞ she offers, her words slightly hesitant, but clearly, their friendship is important enough to mikayla for them to be living together, which means tai must make an effort with him, too.

mikayla had hoped that the delay in their reunion, while obviously disappointing, would have at least given her the opportunity to better prepare herself for being in the same room as @ladyintree again— but nothing could have prepared her for how agonizing it feels, being near her without actually being with her, though mikayla has nobody to blame for that but herself. she's tried not to let herself consider the idea that tai might want her back, trying to convince herself instead that she's moved on, gotten over her in that sense, because it makes her decision to stay apart even after release easier. she doesn't deserve taissa yet, but she plans on getting there as fast as possible.

she's staring, and she told herself she wouldn't, that she'd be normal about all of this, as if she's ever known how to do that. she forces herself to look away, glancing around her apartment instead, clearing her throat. “ um— sorry it's... boring. ” empty, she means, save for a few pieces of furniture. “ aphr— my mom said she'd give me more money for... whatever once i was out, but— i have to meet her first. ” and that thought alone gives her anxiety, because while she knew what to expect from her father, she has no idea what her mother's actually like outside of the awkward phone calls and letters they'd exchanged in the last couple years. “ so that can... wait. ” not for long, because the only clothes she has are the few that nat had managed to save from mikayla's closet before the estate sale, and she doesn't have the same confidence she'd had as a teenager anymore to feel comfortable wearing them.

“ how was your trip? ” she hates how awkward this feels, the small talk, because tai knows her better than anyone else ever has, but mikayla's not sure how to do this with her— being just friends was hard enough in prison, when she didn't actually have to be near her, but it already feels like torture now that she's out. “ you're not tired? i would've understood if you wanted to, i don't know, nap or something before you saw me. ” i don't want to be a burden, she means, or for tai to feel like she's obligated to see her, because mikayla already feels like an inconvenience to everyone else, even if they insist she's not.

#manslaught #arc: manslaught / pro.

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Afab Levi who’s always been masc presenting. It was one of the first lessons that Kenny had taught him: how to hold a knife, how to pickpocket, how to be a boy. Lessons often beaten into his little body.

Levi didn’t really get it at first. He’d always been his momma’s little girl, her princess. He understood once he got a bit older. The underground was a cruel place for women, young girls included. It was safer to be a boy, to be a man.

He’d worried about it as he got older. That his body would betray him as puberty struck, hips widening and breasts growing. They didn’t though, the lack of sunlight and severe malnutrition had prevented that. Even as he got more successful as a thug and food got more plentiful, the signs of his femininity were often scarce.

Levi didn’t do sex or relationships anyways, never really had any interest, so it didn’t really matter how he was perceived. He told Farlan and Isabel, though. They were the only people he really trusted down there.

It wasn’t until Levi reached the surface, until he met you, that he really felt comfortable in his own skin. Her own skin. It was an adjustment, some mannerisms she’d never really shake. She’d never be her mothers little princess again, but she’d try to be yours.

(I had this whole thought in the shower and had to send it! I’m sorry if it’s too much 🙈🙈)

EE tay thank god for that shower bc i fucking love what i wrote here. i hope u like it. the beginning is my favorite

(im using the plot of ACWNR from the manga btw)

summary: Three glimpses into Levi’s search for self-love—Levi, who was born a woman and forced to present as a man.

content/warnings: fem!Reader, Levi dressing as a pretty princess ok, kid!Levi and Kenny, injury recovery, descriptions of blood, romantic tension (Farlan and Levi), two moments of physical abuse towards a child (hitting), trying on clothes, fingering (f!receiving), subby Levi

wc: ~5.6k

Levi’s hand shook madly, the silver clippers Kenny put in her hand not even an inch shy of her thick head of black hair. It’s a rat’s nest, lying in thick shaggy strands down her upper back, which she knows is bad, but at least she clipped her bangs back with clothespins so she could see.

My raven, Mama used to say. In the picture-books she read to Levi, Mama showed her things called birds, and that’s why. They were black, like her hair, but theirs shined. Hers was dull. Hurt to brush.

“Are you hurryin’ the fuck up in there or what, kid?”

Kenny's voice is a boom, even all the way through the old bathroom door through to the kitchen, where Levi has learned people are supposed to eat. She has only lived in one room before.

Her eyes shut instinctively at the sound, the trembling clippers stopped in midair. Mama never, ever cut her hair short, but Kenny says that’s what’s going to have to happen if she doesn’t want to end up like her.

The door swings open, causing Levi to suck in a gasp and spin around towards him fast. Since she started eating a lot more, she’s been faster in general, like she wasn’t properly awake before.

Kenny isn’t all dressed up for once. A clean shirt is still tucked into his pants with knives and guns and shivs and such on his belt, but no coat. His hat is clutched in his hand, down by his hip.

He sighs, long and heavy, and plants his other hand on his hip too. “What the hell have you been up to all this time? Starin’ at yourself?”

“No,” she replies defensively, brow pinched.

“Ah. I see. You like lookin’ like a sewer rat, is that right?”

Kenny kicks the door open with his boot, making it thwack the drywall. “What the hell’s your problem, Levi?”

She starts to shiver even though she doesn't feel cold, and turns back. The sink is so rusty it’s turned red and brown near the bottom, so it’s all dirty-looking. She rubs at the stiff stains in the metal, but nothing comes up.

“Well? Speak up.”

“...I’ll mess it up,” Levi grumbles softly. “I never done it before.”

Kenny smacks his gnarled hand down on that dirty metal, making her stiffen, and stares down with a certain look. Mama never gave her that look when she was unhappy with Levi, but the men did.

Her eyes go like saucers.

“Tough shit. Your mama’s not ever gonna do your hair again, and you’re gonna have to do somethin’ about that.”

She sucks in a breath, and starts to whimper. “Not your way! I’m not a fuckin’ boy!” she cries.

“Not my way?” His eyes turn hard. “You take your scrawny ass out in those streets all by yourself, and see how long you last.”

“Fuck off.”

Kenny laughs at her. “You’re pathetic.”

“Not a boy,” she snarls.

“That’s too fuckin’ bad, Shorty. ‘Cause y'are one now.”

“I’ll mess! It! Up! Asshole!” Levi screams, leaning up on her toes to get up in Kenny’s face, which was more like his middle.

Kenny’s face is like a solid flat stone, except chipped and dirty. His face reminds Levi of the pillars that hold the roof of the Underground up.

Her bottom lip trembling, she throws the clippers down with a shout and furiously wipes her wet eyes. Kenny says she can’t cry because then people will know her weaknesses, but so many tears cramp inside her chest all the time since Mama died (“Your mother’s dead,” Kenny told her, that one time with a kind voice.) that she can’t help it.

Kenny makes another face. “Quit the waterworks, you brat. It’s just some hair.”

Levi shakes her head. Her attempts to obey result in these fluttery, wet gasping noises that Levi knows are ugly and would make Kenny angry with her, but she can’t be strong, no matter how hard she tries.

Then a big hand wraps itself around her upper arm, and Levi shouts. She kicks at his knees as hard as she can, but that doesn’t affect Kenny any. He sits her on top of the sink so she’s more level with his face, but still not really.

She peers up at Kenny’s glaring face, teeth grinding, but still tearful. No one Levi has met has ever been as tall as he is; he’s like those giants people talk about sometimes.

“You’re bustin’ my balls here, Levi.” He sighs roughly. “Fine. Stay there.”

Kenny’s grip on Levi’s arm vanishes. Near the corner, he swipes the clippers off the blackened floor, which is supposed to be wood. His big boots scrape dust and glass.

Levi does as he ordered, staring down at her lap. She’s not much used to wearing pants (or a tunic this nice). The other women like her Mama used to play dress-up with her, they said like a ‘princess’.

She misses Moira’s shiny makeup. Dust in all some different colors that even glittered. Black pencils that made her eyes look totally blue instead of grey.

Glass cracks under Kenny’s boots as he steps toward her again. “I’m serious, kid. Some hair is nothin’ worth cryin’ over; this’ll make it easier for you not to die.”

Marta, who said she was from Above—Levi talked to her a lot because Mama and her were best friends. She said Levi’s eyes were like the sky when the sun was going down.

She also explained that the sun is warm, and too bright to even look at. Levi wonders what the sky looks like when the sun is all the way up.

“Brat,” Kenny barks, smacking the side of her head. “Are you deaf? Look at me.”

Cringing, she grunts and rights herself again. Kenny is so strong, that even when he doesn’t mean to, he hits hard.

She looks up at Kenny, in his eyes. It’s easy with his hair slicked back like that. Maybe having that wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’m gonna make a deal with you. I’ll cut it for you this one time, so you can get some kinda idea of how you want it. And I mean that.” Kenny holds up one long finger. “You remember the first thing I taught you?”

Levi deadpans. Kenny is always teaching. She isn’t stupid. “My word is my bond.”

“Uh-huh. So you get what I’m saying?”

“Uh-huh.”

“What’d you say?” Kenny holds his hand up to his ear. “Couldn’t hear ya, kid.”

Levi knows Kenny heard her. She straightens up like a rod, and says it like she means it: “I fuckin’ got it!”

“Good.” Kenny casually tosses the two clothespins that she used to pin her bangs back to the floor, and replaces them with bobbypins.

“Hey, don’t gimme that sad doggy look,” he says. “Those worked fine, but these’re better.”

Levi grunts softly. She’ll do that from now on, then.

Then Kenny sighs, short and rough while Levi is in the middle of knuckling the sink so she won’t be jerked around.

“What?” Levi mumbles.

“I’m not wastin’ money takin’ you to any shitty barber. That said, I’m no barber, either.

“If you hate how it turns out after…” Kenny parts the clipper’s shiny blades, looking pensive. “…I’ll let you wear my hat for the day.”

Levi’s eyes widen into dinnerplates.

“But you’re on your own after that. Find some way to style it.”

She bites her lip. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Kenny parts her hair into sections, split with more bobby-pins. “This shit’s desperate for a cut. You can’t go around lookin’ like a slob, Midget. No one’ll take you seriously.”

Midget?

“I’m not a midget, and I know. I’m not deaf,” she grumbles. Kenny tells her that most of all, how important being respected is.

“Nah, you are. Now sit still.”

“Asshole.”

He ignores her, and so it begins: one snip, then two, then six, seven, eight. The whole idea as far as her bangs go is to make it so she can see better. She doesn’t have any choice in that.

“Well?” Kenny is asking from her side. “Use that mouth a’ yours. Whaddya want?”

Her lips press. She can’t think of anything specific. “...I want it to be a raven.”

“Raven?” Kenny laughs in her face. “What kinda hair is that?”

Levi shrugs, glaring down at the black strands littering the floor, and screws her nose up. She’s thankful she has proper shoes now. “That’s what Mama used to say I am.”

A scoff sounds over the snipping.

“…I guess it doesn’t mean nothin’.”

“Anything. Talk right. People’ll look down on you if you sound like an idiot.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“You better not’ve used that shit mouth around your mother. A proper lady like her never woulda spoke that way.”

Levi feels angry heat twist her twist. “Duh... That’s how you talk.”

Kenny barks a giant laugh. “Great, then. Ya learned it from me! Most people are babies, brat. Talk some shit, and you’ll get a lot more heads turning than some ‘educated’ noble pigs.”

“Got it.”

“And don’t apologize for some shit that doesn't matter. You fuck up, you fix your mistake and move on.”

“Got it.”

More raven is pushed behind Levi’s skinny shoulders, gets chopped, then lands, tickling her hand. She shakes the pieces off.

“You’re not a bad kid, Shorty. Just stupid. Good thing ol’ Kenny the Ripper’s here to show you up from down, huh?” he laughs.

Levi doesn’t know what to say to that, so she seals her lips and just doesn’t say sorry again. She’ll get smart, then. She’ll learn everything, and hit hard without trying, just like him.

Kenny’s rough voice again breaks through the snipping once he’s done with the back of Levi’s head. It’s weird, just feeling air there.

She feels it. It’s shaved down to peach fuzz, actually, until she reaches up a little more. It’s like a blanket.

“Look, kid.”

She looks up at Kenny’s grizzled face. For once, he looks serious.

“You knew your mother better than I did, so—”

She frowns. “I thought you were friends.”

“Hey.” He shoves her head down. “Don’t interrupt while the teacher’s fuckin’ teaching.”

Kenny glides the blade up and over Levi’s ear, shaving more raven way down. “I could’ve been a better friend. You be good to your friends, Levi, or the wrong ones’ll come up and kill ya one day. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“I don’t know half a shit about what she coulda meant by ‘raven’,” he muses. “That’s gonna have to be up to you. So you take that stupid raven and run with it, alright?”

His eyes pierce Levi’s. “Got it?”

Levi has never seen a raven in real life, but she knows what Mama meant by it. Black hair. Maybe short: pictures of ravens have short hair. Clean, so it shines.

She gathers her wits again and looks Kenny back in the eye.

“Got it.”

“Walls, Levi.” Farlan’s anger is betrayed by the urgency thick in his voice. “Work with me here!”

Bracing his middle—where bright wet red has soaked his shirt in one sweeping, solid arc—climbing up the steps to the hideout, plus shoving Farlan away all at the same time isn’t working out. His mind rocks, high and hazy, inside his skull.

“Asshole just got lucky,” Levi grunts, giving Farlan another weak push.

“You’re so full of it.”

“Tch.”

They toddle up more stairs, Farlan’s arm like personal handcuffs around his waist.

If Levi really wanted to knock him away, he could. Just, the crazed look in Farlan’s (bruising) eye is something he’s never seen on him. He isn’t about to be in some real trouble, but if he can’t get Farlan to believe that, convincing Isabel will be impossible.

She didn’t join them this time. Fact is, she’s still new, still a little brat, and probably still sleeping off that cold—another one.

No matter how often she comes down with the sniffles, it never fails to make Levi jittery, like he has a hundred tasks to get done without knowing what any of them are. Hence the random “shopping trip”.

Asshole just got lucky.

Now clear of the top step, Levi shakes Farlan away, for real this time, and gets support from his own two feet. He wavers a little as he jabs the key in the lock, breathing labored, but doesn’t fall. To Farlan’s credit, Levi has lost some blood, but nothing vital was scraped.

“Take care of the girl,” Levi says under his breath. “Fucks sakes, Farlan. You’re a nervous wreck.”

“She’s asleep.”

“Yeah.” Levi calmly opens the door. “But she hasn’t eaten dinner, now has she? Feed her.”

Farlan actually growls. He steps in behind Levi and slams his hand down on the door, banging it against the wall.

Sneering, Levi whirls around and glares daggers at him. He doesn’t have the energy to lecture him for denting their wall.

Farlan looks more serious than he has since Levi has known him, which is saying something.

“You’ve never gotten hit this bad, Lev’.”

“Exactly. Which is why you shouldn’t be treating this like it’s the end of the world.”

Farlan ignores him, and brushes past him into the pristine kitchen in search of first-aid.

“And why? You never told me that part.”

Levi did. He glowers in the mouth of the kitchen, his fingers tacky with blood. “She’s sick, idiot.”

“I remember the things I was up to at her age, and I bet you do too. People like us’re fighters. We aren’t helpless,” Farlan goes on ranting. “Izzy included.”

Levi joins him in fishing in the cabinets for that little white box. “I’m on my death bed, or like you say, and you plan to tell me another story about your old gang?”

“That’s not my point.”

Levi huffs, and winces with his neck craned up. Only Farlan would’ve put it up that high.

“Hey,” Levi grunts, and nods towards it.

Farlan grabs it for him, but before he can do anything else, Levi snatches it out of his hand, and retreats to the dining table for a place to sit.

He sighs like the weight of the world is being exhaled through his nose. “...Sorry about the wall, Levi.”

“Worry about it later.”

Levi plants himself in a seat, biting on a wince. Pulling his hand back from his belly, he huffs. Red. Strings of blood are even clotted dark, dark maroon—proof that they spent too much time arguing about the blood at all.

Farlan plants a hand on his hip. “But look: Isabel isn’t a little kid. She says so all the time.”

“Little kids will say all sorts of shit,” Levi corrects him, unwrapping gauze. “Kids are dumb. That’s why we’re here.”

Farlan scoffs. “The outcome of that really depends on the teacher.”

Teeth grit, winds some coarse gauze around his hand and presses down through his shirt-turned-blood-rag. “Just be glad she’s got someone. Women have it a lot worse down here than men, and they get a lot worse things done to them, too. Don’t tell me—”

Barefeet stomp down the hallway. Isabel appears in the doorway and aggressively stamps one foot down. “I can hear you screaming all the way from my bed, you guys! What’s the big idea!?“

Levi’s eyes harden for a different reason as he moves to cover his middle. The girl still has sleep crud in her eyes, for fucksakes. The sight of him as he is now isn’t a pretty sight to wake up to.

“Glad you asked, Izz,” Farlan says conversationally.

Levi shoots the most fatal glare at the side of Farlan’s head that he can manage. “You shut up, Farlan, if you still want use of your arms five seconds from now.”

Not only is this slip-up not a big deal, but they don’t know who Levi really is, or is pretending to be.

Levi has mastered the art of mimicking a man without question: lowering his voice like a man’s, talking like a man, and dressing so nothing would show—especially when his body started changing.

Seeing how the lucky hit from the “pharmacist”’s (he’s more of a smuggler from the Surface than anything) hired muscle nicked his chest wraps, he’s a little surprised Farlan hasn’t already noticed. Without them, he still doesn’t show much, but still.

Farlan, it turns out, doesn’t need to say a word for Isabel to come stomping into the kitchen. She gets one look at Levi, then does a double take.

Levi sighs, bites back a cringe. “Brat, go back to bed. I’m fine.”

Her eyes grow into the size of dinnerplates at the sight of him. Blood has oozed between his fingers and drips down into his lap.

She’s smart enough to know she won’t get a straight answer out of Levi.

“Farlan.” She whirls around towards him, fists tight by her sides. “Who got bro!? Is he gonna be okay?”

Suddenly, Farlan is on Levi’s side in all this. “He's gonna be fine, Izzy.”

“No! That's not good enough! Where did you two even go?”

That cold of hers seems to have worn itself out on its own, at least. More medicine for next time, then.

While Isabel rants to Farlan, who is doing his damndest to get one word in, Levi presses thick, folded gauze firmer against his belly, through his shirt. Maybe taking it off isn’t necessary.

He holds his breath as fire tears through the injury, causing the world to once again wobble.

Dammit. It’ll take more fight than Levi has left in him to shoo them somewhere away. Isabel is in hysterics.

“You shoulda told me!” Isabel is screaming through tears up at Farlan (she’s even a little shorter than Levi). “I coulda helped!”

Farlan gapes. “You were passed out, sick.”

“That doesn't matter!”

“What’s exactly the point of getting you medicine if you go out with us and die anyway?”

“But you’d both be there! You wouldn’t—"

“Both of you!” Levi cuts in. “Either shut up or take your fight somewhere else. I’m busy.”

Their own little argument bubble pops. Isabel steps to Levi like Farlan just disappeared into thin air, and yanks the first-aid kit towards her.

“You're gonna need more gauze than that,” she whines. “Levi, you're really hurt.”

Farlan agrees. “Look, you were right. Isabel’s okay, so it’s your turn now. Could you take off your shirt so we can have a look?"

Levi protectively clutches the collar of his shirt and considers Isabel's grabby hands.

Nudity is no concern. He has given Isabel plenty of baths in the past (in order to teach her how to clean up properly), and rushing water in the Underground is just a fairytale; only a few first-rate brothels can afford private bathrooms.

It’s not entirely because of his pride, either. It’s the other thing.

Then, Isabel whimpers. Her eyes are two green fishbowls full of tears. “Don’t do this, bro. Let us help.”

She’s right. The longer he goes on without properly stopping the blood, it will grow serious. No choice, it seems.

Levi pinches the bridge of his nose with his clean hand, sighs. “Farlan, gauze. Izz, c’mere.”

Farlan does as Levi asks—though not without muttering, “Finally, you see reason,” under his breath—and so does Isabel.

She crouches down and immediately goes about working the hem of Levi’s shirt free of his waistband. The cotton is plastered to his skin where the injury is deepest, winding up to the right of his navel; his body has clotted some of the blood already.

Before she can slowly peel it past his belly, Levi’s hand lands around her wrist. “Hey, stop for a second. You’re about to learn something about me that’s gonna surprise you. I’m warning you.”

Isabel’s lips press. “You’re so dramatic. It’s fine.” She slaps his hand away.

More gauze and a flask of whiskey to disinfect in hand, Farlan crouches at Levi’s other side. “We’ll worry about surprises when that blood’s under control.”

Fine, then. They’re both completely oblivious, but fine.

Once he’s able, Levi works with Isabel to tug his tunic-turned-blood-rag up and over his head. He keeps wary of stains. Meanwhile, a line of gauze lands over the highest part of his wound, at the bottom of his sternum, as soon as it’s exposed, causing Levi to grunt.

The shirt lands on the table with a wet splat.

Levi covers his breasts with one arm, jaw grit so hard his teeth grind. His waist is still in plain sight, how curvy it is.

“Oh,” Isabel says.

What’s left of the bandages is a mangled mess of cloth that immediately sags down around his lap; it’s partly bloody. Levi tugs them away like nothing has happened, not looking at either of them.

“Huh?” Farlan tears his eyes away from the problem at a hand—“Oh, shit!”—then slaps his arm over his eyes, like he’s been blinded. “Levi, you have—"

Levi gives him a swift kick in the shin. Farlan is lucky this is serious, else he would’ve landed that kick somewhere else.

“That isn’t news to me, you idiot. Don’t get too excited.”

“No!—That’s not what I—!” Farlan seems to be waging an internal war of whether to pull his hand off Levi’s navel or not. “I just didn't expect that.”

“I warned you,” he hisses. “I thought we were worrying about surprises after the blood was under control.”

“I just don't want to... disrespect, or...”

“You’re both idiots,” Isabel softly retorts as she pours whiskey onto a bandage. “Get ready.”

He does, and squeezes his eyes shut with his head turned as she cleans the wound. The sting, high and bright, zaps through his blood, but he takes it.

Farlan doesn’t move, and no one speaks. After settling between Levi’s legs, Isabel gets to work wrapping up his small waist. He holds the bandages in place, his silent breaths quaking.

She goes on. “Warning is stupid, ‘cause…” Her eyes flicker up to Levi's pink face, “I get why. ‘N it's still bro. And you—!“ She reaches, and tears Farlan’s elbow off his eyes, “Quit being weird and just help."

Levi pins his tongue between his teeth and feels his face heat even more. He wasn’t sure what to expect here, but he certainly didn’t predict Isabel being the mature one in this situation.

It feels... nice.

“Okay. Okay.” Farlan squints at first, then takes smaller, sticky bandages out of the kit.

Promptly, Levi shifts his hold so Farlan can do his thing. “Thanks, I guess, for your weird way of respecting me.”

“Ha-ha... Sure. It’s worse down here for women,” Farlan says quietly. “And with you being the strongest, it makes sense, you wanting to keep an image. I just didn’t expect it. I never would've guessed, honestly. You hide it well.”

Frowning, Levi pins his cleavage down a little more. His belly is screaming in agony. “Women can be strong just like some men’re weak. It’s how I’m perceived by them that matters to me.”

“Mm,” Isabel agrees, then glances. Farlan is beet red. “You’ve been acting really weird. What, you never seen a woman’s body before, Far’?”

Farlan’s eyes widen comically. “What?”

“Or have you realized something about your feelings toward our bro?”

Levi’s eyes grow a touch wide. “Don’t you dare answer that, you pervert.”

“Ha!” Isabel cackles. “You hear that? Don’t be a pervert, Farlan! Bro will kick your ass."

Teeth grit, Farlan gets to work sliding clips onto the bandages that will keep them in place. To the tips of his ears, he’s blushing madly. Harder than Levi, even.

He shakes his head. “I heard.”

Levi feels himself relax, looking away from his friends despite himself. A sudden sense of wrongness hit him over the head when Isabel blatantly called his body, him, a woman. That feels right in his head and in his heart, like a large bird rising up inside his chest.

He hasn’t heard himself be referred to that way in a long, long time.

As much as he appreciates the sentiment, it tastes bitter, too. Considering his total disinterest in all things—relationships, sex, and any closer family than these two—that would lead to his nature becoming a secret thing he can find comfort in, considering his total lack of options, how natural it has become to fake it—

It’s going to be a long, long time before he feels this way again.

If ever.

“Levi?” you say gently through the closet door. “How’s it going?”

Levi glares at her own reflection in the long mirror, which casts an image of her own body back at her, and then some. Her lips tug downwards.

Shooting a glance at the assortment of outfits she bought, and some you encouraged her to buy, she frowns even deeper, because none of them look right suddenly—even the summer dress she has on now, which was her favorite in the shop.

It hugs her waist and chest just right, as do the straps hang onto her small frame. The hems, several hues lighter than the main cerulean color, flow around the bottoms of her thighs where she steps, as if the fabric itself was flowing. Sky-blue brings out the color of her eyes, but she just. Can’t. Seem to...

“Levi, sweetheart?” Your voice is as gentle as a breeze.

“I’m not dying in here... Just give me a second.”

It has been several minutes of this.

Levi lets her arm fall from her full chest. Even after joining the Scouts, she never truly stopped binding her chest until you started to encourage her.

She decided to always keep her same hairstyle, though. The short, neat cut represents her mother in a way she could never part with—even though it wouldn’t suit a woman. What upsets her is the stark contrast it makes in her appearance.

And her hands. Her mother’s hands were always silky soft, even dainty, but Levi’s aren’t. Hers are torn by violence. Scarred. Tough.

“I changed my mind,” she tells you dryly through the door. "I’m not putting anyone through the disgust of seeing me like this.”

“Can you at least put me through it...?”

She snorts softly at the way your question ends on a hopeful high note.

Forget the outfit for a moment.

Levi steps closer to the mirror and admires the thick lines of eyeliner you drew on for her. You even groomed her brows, and painted on a pale shade of pink lipstick for her. She had forgotten too much from her early years with her mom “playing princess”.

No earrings. Her ears aren’t pierced, and the idea of wearing clip-ons feels pathetic, even though she did it all the time as a little girl.

She swallows an ugly shame, blinking a time or two. “W-What did you say?”

“Can I see, please?”

“Yeah," she replies. “As long as you’re not taking no for an answer.”

A soft sigh, muffled. “After doing something one way almost your whole life, even if you hated it, it’s hard to change... even though it feels right now. Princess?”

She shuts her eyes as a bright thrill shoots up like a firework in her belly. This whole back-and-forth is petty of her, she knows—mostly it’s unfair to you—but this echo chamber inside her is loud and encompassing. But rusting.

“Yeah?”

“If you decide you want to stop all this, at least for today, it’s fine. I won’t judge you, sweetheart."

Levi bites the inside of her cheek so as to not let the way she feels show on her face, but fails. “I know.”

And she does.

All this, it’s a new development since she allowed you to start helping her in ways she once accepted were helpless. Who she is, who she was, who she is not.

Certain mannerisms—the way she sits down, that straight walk than doesn’t sway her hips, the unconscious lowering of her voice when she speaks—they won’t go away, or not without a lot of fight.

But then she agonizes over how useful these mannerisms really are: the Underground is far behind her, but she remains in a position of important power.

She realizes it’s a shitty way to think, but she doesn’t know how to believe that being the way she wants will earn her the respect the opposite has always guaranteed her.

When Levi is with you, however, all this agony drops off into the background. Affection, attention, touch—it’s so simple for you. She doesn’t feel the need to perform mental gymnastics to fit into a category around you.

She is confused enough on her own as it is.

The sweet names you save just for her, the reverent brush of your palm across her cheek, and it being you, whom she admires so much, treating her in such a way; not like a man acting the part of a woman, not even like a woman acting the part of a man—but as Levi.

It is enough.

For once, it is enough.

Stepping away from the mirror once more, she glances down at her pale, shaven legs. They look to her like a bunch of bony, hard lines to her, but you think differently: you like to point out how long they are, how toned, how thick.

The garters are the color of midnight, in stark contrast to her summer dress, are felt lace. The thin fabric squeezes the soft muscles of her mid-thighs just right, but your opinion on those are worth more to her than her own.

Levi’s hand falls on the doorknob, and turns.

Delighted surprise lights up your features to see her, followed by your look darkening into something much more saccharine.

“Wow,” you murmur, eyes gleaming, which floods Levi full of confidence.

Using that, she sets her hands down around your waist and eyes the collar of your blouse, which has evidently been loosened since she slipped into the closet to change.

“Don’t look so starstruck,” she murmurs. “I couldn’t even pick what shoes to wear... you better not expect me to dress up as well those noble women.”

Her eyes are torn from your collar to your face when you scoop her chin up. Desire oozes off your expression.

Her heart flutters, then soar as two warm palms settle on either side of her full hips.

“Is it...” Levi trails off. “Tell me honestly. Do I look fine?”

Your lip quirks to one side. “Fine? Look at you...”

Your soft lips kiss her on the mouth, trailing down her jaw, causing Levi to huff. Her hand dives into your hair.

“Sorry,” you murmur by her ear. “I just don’t wanna mess up my pretty girl's lipstick, that’s all.”

Levi’s lower half warms to life. Softly she gasps, feeling her face heat. “You better mean that,” she snips as she plays with your blouse’s trimmed hems, knowing. It just reassures her to hear it, to hear you call her your girl.

“I’ll prove it to you, if you want.”

While your soft lips leave a trail down the slope of her neck, Levi’s hand glide up under your top. No bra, just your bouncy, full tits she swallows into her palm. Her clit throbs dully.

“You… really know how to flatter a woman,” she huffs roughly.

“A woman like you?”

Her eyes snap shut. “Yes.”

“Don’t close your eyes,” you murmur, soft and low. “Tell me, how much do I flatter you?”

Levi whines under her breath. She thought the heat of your palm on the back of her thigh, endlessly snapping her garter back was maddening. But now that same hand drifts up between her thighs from the back, lifting light cerulean cotton to expose her delicate pair of sheer panties.

“You look gorgeous in white,” you murmur. “I knew you made a good choice.”

It’s her favorite color.

You stroke her swollen slit tenderly through the thin fabric—just enough to make her flutter, but not enough to please her.

“Fuck,” Levi whispers over your shoulder, clinging.

“This wet already?” You pull up on the hem above her toned ass so it’s taught and tight, and push and pull. Lace slides through her slit and rubs her clit just right.

“Fuck.”

“You’re so sensitive,” you muse, as if your panties weren’t dampening just from doing this to her.

With one hand still working her panties, the other pushes underneath, and effortlessly buries two fingers into her soft pussy.

“Fuck!” Levi gasps. It’s the only thing she can say. Her balance on her own two feet wavers.

You hum shakily her ear, circling her fluttering rim in time with your pull on her panties for her precious clit. “You didn't answer me. How much am I flattering you, Levi?”

“Why the fuck are we still standing here?” she complains. That’s your girl. “You can flatter me b-by fucking me. Properly.”

You relish her heavy breathing by your ear, and the way she can’t even focus to flick your hard nipples any longer. All her energy is going into staying standing.

Her pussy clenches as you piston your fingers with ease, deep inside. So tight.

An urgent hiss of your name vibrates against the shade of your neck.

“Is this not properly fucking?” You’re now fully supporting her with one arm hooked around her waist. You give it to her harder. “Your pussy seems to think so.”

“Mm...!”

Holding her waist means pinning the loose swoops of her dress to the small of her back. Little does Levi know, you get to admire her through your reflections in the mirror. Even though you can’t watch your fingers, now oozing with her cum, push in and out of her, those garters (one size too small), her tight ass, her pretty panties—those are all for your eyes.

Her soft, soaked cunt starts to gush, but you have needs too.

“‘m gonna make you come, okay, angel?"

Levi gasps as your fingers curl in deep, scraping that perfect spot, gaping.

“Y-Yeah? Then what?” she squeaks.

You hiss under your breath, your own pussy fluttering around nothing. The attitude Levi still has in her despite you being knuckle-deep in her cunt in front of your closet door does sinful things to you.

“Anything you want.”

“Wanna, make you come,” Levi speaks faintly by your ear. “Be...”

“Uh-huh? Want you to say it.”

She shudders a soundless moan as you slam them inside, her back curling into perfect arch—just as your knees were starting to grow wobbly.

“Levi,” you moan softly.

She whimpers, so quiet you can barely hear. “B-Be your princess.”

“Good girl.”

You shift, just enough for your thigh to scrape her clit. The heat you feel on your cotton pantleg is searing, then soaking wet.

“Ngh.” Levi’s hips twitch until she finds a rhythm, smearing her clit down in quick, rapid motions.

You firmly fuck three fingers into her tightening cunt. She’s getting close.

“When you make me me come, you’re gonna be smearing your pretty lipstick on my clit.” You curl your fingers. “How’s that sound, baby?”

“Good,” she moans.

That’s your girl.

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smizzy · 3 years ago

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Dating Cher Horowitz includes...

[Gay!mommy4lyfe that's all I have to say]

You both knew each other from middle school to high school

Well, you knew her she didn't know you (*^_^*)

(You just weren't in her social pyramid level is all sweetie<3)

That was until when you both reached high school. You were still not as relevant as Cher

But you had caught her eye sophomore year

She didn't know why she didn't just ask up if you wanted to go on a date just like when she did it with other boys

Boys

that was her answer, you weren't a boy "a dog" as she would say, you were a girl she never felt a way for other genders except male (ew m*n)

So she took it step by step and tried to keep it a secret until she was actually ready

Too bad (LMFAOOOO) Tai and Dionne had found out after they saw her writing down how she felt about you <3

Homophobia sadly was a thing but we all know Dionne and tai didn't think different of her. But it was what others thought of her

Yeah, yeah sad she can't get you then got you, learned not to have anyone get to her head blah blah

LET'S GET THE JUICY STUFF BRO-SKIS AND THEY-BRO-SKIS

Just like Murray and Di she has you around but like it's so worrying for everyone else because she wants you everywhere with her ::>_<::

Even though people think she doesn't have any emotions for others or sympathy, you know it's all cap

SHE'S SO NICE AND A BABY AND IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE GO LOOK AT THAT GIF AGAIN AND EAT TOENAILS BRUH FR FR🙄👩‍❤️‍👩

She always wants to go shopping and people think she just needs a bag holder but really she wants to buy you things (more like everything in the store) (📸caught in 4k yo...)

You have this bet with her that if she does her homework when you guys have a study date and doesn't try to argue her way to getting a better grade with the teacher, you'll give her a kiss

She always wants to go on a date with you and ofc you'll accept it until she takes you the a luxury diner starts spending more than you thought

You never knew but she always take time out of her day to be grateful for you and knows she didn't deserve you and yet you chose to be with her <3

Her dad doesn't Technically like you due to changing her from arguing with the school and not caring to actually listening and caring about the world and making sense when talking about Haitians and not R.S.V.P

and Josh, when he did realize his feelings for her she did have feelings for him but her feelings for you were more stronger and bigger. Bitch neva backed off from her🙄👊

She has these moments where she'll stare at you and just want to drape you in a blanket and hide you from the world since you just mean so much to her (MY HEART <///3)

Fuck your basic school lunch you had before, now she always gets food from places you've never been too nor ever want to spend money on, and gives it to you with a kiss on the cheek and everyone just...stares (′▽`〃)

She don't gaf about everyone else and just makes the loudest "MUWAH" on your lips sometimes :D

Since you weren't ALWAYS the greatest person people ever set their eyes on, you found yourself getting picked on by people you've never even met😃-

Mom!Cher comes walking in and just whispers in their ear and the just stare and her realizes it's THE Cher Horowitz and just drop you, apologizes to you and her and just runs away

Not all heroes wear capes guys😩🤞

She could drive you anywhere you wanna go, geez she would drive you to San Francisco if it made you happy

She'd also drop everything she had to do that day just to see you even if you live farther from Beverly Hills

Even though you don't want her spending so much money on you she doesn't have another way to thank you for everything from support to love <333

#cher horowitz #clueless 1995 #clueless icons #Cher x reader #Clueless x reader #cher horowitz icons #CHERRRRY<3 #Ugh women yk <3333 #Down bhad??!?!?! Nope #Smizzy

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nexyra · 4 years ago

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RWBY's Love Language - Part 2

Hello friend ! I'm back at it with a second part and whatever character I can think of ! (Among which best boy Oscar because he deserves it, and also more adults)

Let's go !

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Oscar Pine

So ! While I love Oscar with my whole heart, honestly guessing his Love Language is no easy feat. One thing for sure : touch isn't is thing even if it's how everyone else chose to communicate their love.

I saw a post a while back detailing how Oscar is always putting his hands up as a barrier when he's scared or uncomfortable and that makes me cry a little instead but it's true TT. Anyway...

In the latest volumes we've got quite a bit of comforting Oscar-talks but I have to wonder how much of that is due to Ozpin's influence really. As a result I've decided to settle on... Acts of Service or Quality Time ! This is based on a few details : when people are upset with him in one shape or form, Oscar was always very eager to prove himself useful, give some aspect of concrete help (such as cooking a Casserole, ringing any bell ?). Plus I imagine that's the exact brand of help his Aunt would have needed most on a farm. Added to that, he always seems fairly happy to be included, be with the others no matter what's going on. Training ? Yay ! A movie with Jaune & Weiss ? Smiling puppy look. Fancy party ? Shenanigans together ! So yea, I love seeing my boy loved and hugged but please everyone settle for the loving he's most comfortable with <3

“She made a choice! A choice to put others before herself! So do I.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I thought you guys would appreciate a hot meal after... spending all day looking for me, apparently.”

“No, it's okay. These past few days, I've been scared of the same things you were. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be... me. But I did some thinking, and I do know that I want to do everything I can to help with whatever time I have left.”

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Ozpin

For our favorite immortal wizard aka not quite dead Headmaster... I think the answer is rather obvious. When you're so careful with your words, but also so fiercely devoted to humanity, Words of Affirmation is a must. Ozpin constantly does his best to calm, to reassure. He's good at controlling the conversation and getting people where he wants... Except he more often than not use it to make them think and help them reach an healing ore motivating conclusion. This man is so insisten on giving and cultivating hope, so painfully aware of just how much words can change... There's no doubt in my mind that it's through these very same words that he tries to fight the darkness in others' mind, even when they don't want to let themselves be persuaded. And with some help from the farmboi, Ozpin is gaining in honesty and earnestness. And that can only help in giving comfort.

But to be honest... If you offer him a hug I doubt he'd refuse, and he definitely deserves one. Also therapy. For Oscar too. Everyone in therapy 2k21.

“Ruby. I've made more mistakes than any man, woman, and child on this planet. But at this moment I would not consider your appointment to leader to be one of them. Do you?”

“It's not every day that friends are able to come together like this. Time has a way of testing our bonds, but it's nights like these that can help keep them stronger than ever. Nights like these are ones we'll never forget.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Arc. Your journey is far from over, and the same might be said for all of you. Unlocking your Semblance isn't the end. It can still grow and evolve. Providing you are willing to put in the work, who knows what could happen?”

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Emerald Sustrai

Now here I'm gonna go ahead and say that the way Emerald has been taught to express her love and the way SHE would rather preffered to be loved most likely do not align. At the side of someone like Cinder, and even Mercury who isn't exactly the most emotionally vulnerable person; the only brand of love that gets an easy pass is Acts of Service, and that's probably what Emerald is the most used to. I can go on a mission with you. I can help. We go right back to the "I can be useful" mentality and I'm not sure she's been shown any other way honestly. Let's be real though : if someone offered a hug or some gentle words ? She'd probably pout & fuss but I hardly doubt she'd object.

“I don't care about Salem! But I owe Cinder everything. You want to fight her that bad? Be my guest.”

“I just... Cinder was the only family I ever had. She cared about me, taught me things... But without her here, I don't know if what we're doing--”

“I've been working on my Semblance. I can help. I won't tell anybody.”

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Pyrrha Nikos

What's with everyone and dedicating their whole love toward just helping their teammates anyway they can ?! Stop ! But any way, you guessed it. I'm pretty sure one of Pyrrha's top way of showing love is Acts of Service, and nothing means quite as much to her as Quality Time. For someone who's been put on a pedestal and has a hard time relating to people; both touch and words can be a bit awkward. But if they're wrapped up neatly in a training session or semblance explanations ? Well that's already a more familiar area. Pyrrha gives her whole to her friends and those she cares about. And in exchange, if anyone can simply... be there and spend time with her... May it be at the ball or simply sitting in the courtyard... I'm sure our girl would be delighted.

“Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask.”

“I'm constantly surrounded by love and praise; but when you're placed on a pedestal like that for so long, you become separated from the people that put you there in the first place. But thanks to you, I've made friendships that will last a lifetime.”

“I'll do it. If you believe this will help humanity, then I will become your Fall Maiden.”

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Qrow Branwen

If I say Gift Giving for the corvid, is someone gonna hit me ? Come on it's fun ! Okay, more seriously... I think this kind of love conversation is kind of a necessity for Qrow. With a semblance such as Bad Luck, making everything complicated... Qrow tries to keep his distance from those he cares about. And since he's an emotionally repressed (but caring) asshole on top of it... Well that kinda narrows down his option. You know what DOESN'T put anyone at risk but can still bring smiles on their face ? GIFTS. Shiny things, souvenirs from his missions all over the world to give to 2 smol nieces. Sounds safe right ? That said, as any good emotionally unavailable character in this show, I gotta say Qrow probably has a thing for helping out and making himself useful in relation to Oz, Tai or the rest of the inner circle. So you know what that means *whisper* Acts of Service.

That said ! When it comes to receiving some love back... Qrow probably likes everything he doesn't allow himself to have. Soft touches, loving & comforting words, spending time with a friend without his semblance making everything complicated... We know that's all he wants.

“You idiot. I know you didn't do this.”

“Look, pal, I'm not sure who you are, but you need to leave my niece alone.”

“No one wanted me... I was cursed... I gave my life to you because you gave me a place in this world... I thought I was finally doing some good...”

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Clover Ebi

And among our newbies (and gone too soon) friends we have Clover ! Clover was a very good contrast to our dusty old crow but also a great help. Kind-hearted, perceptive and honest; he knew just how to put Qrow's self-loathing in his place and push him to give himself some credit. He always had a nice word or a joke for everyone, and visibly the rock of the Ace Ops : an expert a keeping the moral up and the mood companiable. Evidently, Words of Affirmation was his expertise. Had things gone differently, I'm sure we'd have had time for many more earnest and helpful conversations with this teal-eyed fisherman.

“It's a good thing they had someone to look up to and get them through it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I meant deflect a compliment. Those kids wouldn't be where they are without you. You've had more of an effect on them than you realize.”

“We don't have to fight, friend.”

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Winter Schnee

And today in the "emotionally unavailable" category we have... Winter Schnee ! TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PEOPLE ! Just - I would say look at Ruby but even she doesn't talk about her bad vibes... Nor does any of the "Words of Affirmation" peeps. Honestly what's wrong with y'all people ? Anyway Winter cares so much. Is it hidden behind professionalism and a stern *big sister* demeanour ? Sure. But it doesn't negate just how much she loves her closed ones. She's fiercely loyal, and even if she doesn't let her personal feelings get in the way of her duty and doing what needs to be done, no one is allowed to say she doesn't care. Countrary to Weiss, Winter doesn't seem as good nor as aware of the love that exists in simply *being* with people. Rather, she's dutiful and ready to help any way she can when given the chance. You guessed it, yet another Acts of Service kind of love... Maybe I'm doing this wrong XD. I'm on the fence about Words of Affirmation as well. Despite her standoffish looks, Winter has always been very open & reassuring during her discussions with Penny. But she's more stern when it comes to Weiss so I dunno x)

“I don't recall asking about your ranking, I'm asking how you've been. Are you eating properly? Have you taken up any hobbies? Are you making new friends?”

“You've grown up a bit, haven't you? You're not the little girl clinging to the family name anymore.”

“You can't just buy trust like everything else! You have to earn it!”

And that's it for Part 2 ! I might do some other characters if people suggest some but I don't have a pressing need to right now. I have many ideas of songs to apply to various characters however so that's prob what my next posts will consist of (or fun templates)

If anyone has tips to create RWBY gifs or links to download the eps in good quality I'll take it ! Good day everyone !

#rwby #oscar pine #emerald sustrai #ozpin #winter schnee #qrow branwen #clover ebi #pyrrha nikos #love language #fair game #love langauges

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mrfandomwars · 3 years ago

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Do you ever feel this urges of writing something that goes COMPLETELY against what fanon/fandom considers canon, stuff like:

Cody isn't in a batch with the other commanders, and he only knows them because of the joint squad training

Cody has always been named Cody, never Kote, and actually hates when people assume that his name is a 'nickname' over the fact of people not being able to pronounce Kote ([KOH-day, KOH-tay])

Cody didn't know Rex from before the war, they only met and hit off because Rex was assigned to Anakin and Cody had to work with Rex because of the amount of times Obi-Wan and Anakin work together

If Cody met Obi-Wan in any other situation, they would have had a simply neutral friendly relation, even if later on, much later on they became good friends

Cody doesn't harass Obi-Wan to wear armour

Rex doesn't think it's weird that Anakin eats bugs, he has no problem eating them, like any member of the 501st, AHSOKA is the one who has a problem with it and at it was only because the planet they were in had a few poisonous bugs that looked like all the others and she didn't want to die in one of her first missions

Following the last dot, Rex actually knows some bug recipes to make them tastier, part he learned from experience and the other from vode and Anakin himself

Tup isn't actually a baby, the only reason he was holding into the handle like that is that the last few times he flew on the same LAAT/I as the pilot he fell and he isn't taking any changes

Tup is older than Rex, but hasn't taken any other rank because he doesn't think he can lead people

Also, when on missions he sticks to being professional (i.e ranks), but sometimes, in some situations, he can slip and call people by their name/call them brother/sister/sibling/etc

Dogma and Tup didn't know each other before the 501st

Tup is actually a good fighter, just doesn't want to be a ARC Trooper

He is a simple man, making his way across the galaxy

Jesse and Kix wouldn't have been friends had they been in different battalions

Most clones don't want to learn mando'a, as they most don't like the trainers - yes, I know there might be evidence of otherwise but honestly 1) I am using the higher canon (that is, the cartoon) as a baseline 2) not every clone must have known mando'a (or even know a lot of words, maybe just basic words)/not every clone may have wanted to learn the mando'a, especially if they had bad trainers, which we know it's a possibility of existing

also I think it would be interesting to tackle that point of view

Anakin doesn't actually yeet Rex that often, just that Rex had been thrown in the battle right before the Bad Batch arc in tcw

Rex hair is bleached, but Crys has natural blond hair, just he dyes it often and that's why It's Like That

Obi-Wan actually goes to the medics often, and Anakin too (except on high stress situations), Ahsoka was the only one who didn't go to the medics and that was only during the first two or so missions because she 'should be a better fighter' but she outgrew that very quickly.

etc., send me the other things please

#mr talks #mr ideas #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars #other characters #ignore me #not

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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Down A Peg

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Businessman!Brat!Jinyoung × Dominatrix! Reader

Warnings: Pegging, slight mistress kink, dirty talk, Jinyoung cries lol, pretty harsh punishment (rough caning. don't worry tho, the after care makes up for it. Probably.), mentions of breaking skin from caning wounds and bruising 😬, slapping, hair-pulling, strapjob, fingering (m receiving), nipple play, degradation, just pure filth man 💀

Requested: months ago, but yes

Note: Jinyoung has a key at some point and it disappears, but you're not gonna say shit about it. Also it gets lazy near the end, excuse the grammar mistakes.

Word Count: 6.3K (pls don't let this flop, I am exhausted 🤩)

The last thing Jinyoung thought he’d be doing, was going to a professional Dominatrix session. If anyone had even dare mentioned the idea, say a month beforehand, he’d give them the nastiest grimace manageable and avoid them like the plague, not that he didn’t do that to anyone who tried to weasle their way into his private life anyways. It made even his own subconcious howl with laughter at the position Jinyoung had put himself in now.

So much for trying to s tay away, huh?

He didn’t even think something like this could happen. Hell, one minute he was filing more stacks of papers as his assistant talked his ear off, which he had vehemently told her not to do, and the next he found himself bored, and scrolling through a Domme website the night that followed.

But here he was; standing outside the neat black building with his phone in one hand, and a hand cupped in his pockets as he raised an eyebrow before going in. Past the glass doors, he found his surroundings consiting with soft shades of brown. A mahogony reception desk sat to the front of him against a wall, a long hallway next to the desk, and neutral white lights giving the atmosphere a professional look. His legs moved on their own accord while he focused on stabalizing his breathing, not used to the clamminess now making his palms sweat against his sides, and before he knew it, he was standing at the front of the office.

A woman in her early-to-mid twenties sat before him, smile sweet and chestnut brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were soft, almost inquisitive as they assessed Jinyoung’s appearance and outfit, which consisted of a beige turtleneck and black dress pants. She seemed pleased with the effort he put into his looks if her satisfied hum was anything to go by.

“Hello, are you here for an appointment?”

Her voice was cheery, like the chime of a bell, and her face beamed with a radiance that Jinyoung wouldn’t think someone who worked in her place of job would exude. He cleared his throat, “I am, yes.”

“Your name?”

“Park Jinyoung,” she nodded and typed something into the computer to her left.

“And your mistress for the night is Madame Black, correct?”

Jinyoung felt odd with how casual this was going. He’d expected.. something else? No, that was a lie一Jinyoung didn’t know what he expected. Maybe a bad experience, he guesses. He just wasn’t used to the way this was such an open transaction, as if he was going to the doctor’s for a checkup or something. It left him confused as he thought of a couple of his previous encounters with people he trusted on his sex life. The way they scrunched their faces in a disapproving frown when he said he wanted to try subbing, only to backpedal at his embarrasment. The rest just flat out didn't know what they were doing. It was almost laughable how little they knew. But this... This seemed like a whole new ballgame.

“Yeah,” He shook his head in confirmation, the sudden movement making him look like an overenthusiastic dog. The woman laughed at the new show of excitement and leant over the console so she could murmur to him despite the space being completely empty, save for both of them, of course.

“Third door down the hall, you’ll know it’s hers when just standing outside of it makes you wanna piss your pants. Don’t forget to change into one of the robes in the room just to your left. Oh! And just a heads up, Jinyoung,” She smiles with a mischevious glint in her eye and reaches out to drop a black key into his awaiting hand, “She may seem nice, but Madame is not one who tolerates brats. Do go in with the knowledge that she’s not afraid to bite.”

Jinyoung raises a brow at her tease, but smiles back at her nonetheless, "Who says I'm afraid of being bitten?"

With a jerk of his head in what he hoped was a nod, he fought not to not scurry down the hall in his newfound anticipation, smirking to himself at the knowing face of the desk worker.

Jinyoung was jittery with each step that brung him closer to his destination, which now stand a couple feet from him, the deep ebony-shaded door looming with a question that made Jinyoung have second thoughts despite thinking it through for hours; ‘Can I handle what’s behind this door?’

Jinyoung rakes a shaky hand through his hair, trying to take deep breaths as he pushes the cold metal of the key into the lock, twisting it to the right until he hears the telltale Click! Of the latches unslotting while he turns the handle and pushes the inlet open, taking a moment to survey the room before him, then kicks the door closed after he steps inside. Of course he can. If the voice in the back of his head said anything, it probably wouldn’t even be a good experience much different to the other ‘dom’s’ he’s had sex with.

Almost immediately, the tart scent of lavender wafts into his nose. The room was spacious, dimly lit by the soft golden glow of candles occupying the corners which cast shadows across the silky wine carpet, and the delicate shades of a peachy pink had consisted of the walls surrounding him. A king-sized bed with fluffy red covers sat against the back wall, a plush pink chair facing it, and you perch right at the bottom of the bed. Jinyoung feels his heart shake at the sight of you.

Just the way you sit with your legs crossed over one another had his cock stirring behind the silk black robe that curtains his naked frame. You wear a gorgeous tan lingerie set, the top is a thin see-through camisole which stops just above the curve of your upper stomach, displaying the supple mounds of your breasts over a sheen of lace, and the bottoms are a simple high-arch panty, the same fabric and look of the top, but with a skirt-like covering which flutters around the curves of your hips whenever you move. The fact that the set shown your bare body in such a delicate show of wispy materials was what made Jinyoung even more worked up. Your position was relaxed as you sat, holding a glass of champagne, and you cocked your head to the side slightly upon Jinyoung’s arrival. You offer a smile.

“Why hello there!” You gleam, and at the sheer enthusiam which you eminate, Jinyoung finds himself mirroring the smile without his own accord. Something about you just dusts away all of Jinyoung’s previous nerves.

“Hey,” Jinyoung sifts through his head to find the right words, “Madame Black?”

You giggle at the way he says it, obviously giving away that he wasn’t fully aware of what he was about to get himself into, “Yes, that’s me. You must be Park Jinyoung, I’m assuming?”

A nod was your answer.

"Don't be shy, take a seat," you nod towards the chair before you, and Jinyoung obliges, smiling at you as he goes to sit himself down in front of you.

"First of all, I would like to discuss boundaries, even if I’ve already gone over the form you filled out," you begin with a wink, "what’s your opinion on rimming and ass-play in general?”

Jinyoung feels his eyes bug out slightly at the way you so seamlessly jump into it. Shameless, aren’t you? But he isn’t complaining.

He clears his throat and, suddenly unable to look you in the eye, settles his gaze on his lap as if it were the most interesting thing in the world, “I’ve dabbled in it by myself but never really experienced proper ass-play things with somebody else,” mustering up his courage to flick his eyes back to yours, he smirks, “I’d like to try it with you if possible.”

You nod, “how about being rough with you? Hair-pulling, slapping, throat-fucking, etcetera?”

He seems to strongly approve if the fast dipping of his head means anything, and if that weren’t enough to give you a gist to how much he liked the idea, he isn’t afraid to say so.

“Anything that will leave me sore, I’m completely into. I like seeing the after effects.”

“Cum-eating and degradation?”

“Very eager to try.”

“Alright, anything else you’d like to add into the mix?”

Jinyoung muses, then shakes his head, to which you hum at.

“Now, Jinyoung, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer with a very well thought-out response,” you raise an eyebrow at the brunette, eyeing him down like the first meal you’d seen in days, “Are you sure you want to do this?

Jinyoung can feel his heart thrum against his ribcage, like the hard beat of a drum, when he hears your words. You were definitely experienced in this, even someone with half a brain could tell. He could feel his lips stretch into a smile, an idea coming to mind as you gently set your champagne glass on the floor a couple steps away from your feet, then sit back up to cock your head to the side.

“If I’m being honest, Madame,” He scorns the name out, mocking your authority, “I don’t think you’ll be any better than the self-proclaimed ‘dom’s’ that I’ve been with.”

"Huh."

"I mean—look at what you're wearing—how am I supposed to believe that this is a dominatrix scene and not a sub session where I can easily just knock you around?"

Wow.

You can’t quite bite back the loud, boisterous peals of laughter that bubble up frrom your chest fast enough when you finally register his words after staring at him for a couple seconds, vacantly blinking at the brunette and trying to figure out if you heard him right. You wipe a tear from your eye, still tittering, “And what makes you think that just because I'm wearing delicate and frilly lingerie doesn't mean I can't fuck your guts out, Mr. Jinyoung the powerful CEO?”

Jinyoung frowns, “How do you know that I’m a CEO?”

God, this was getting more interesting by the moment.

Shaking your head, you rake your eyes up the sultry expose of his hardened calves and legs, slowly meeting his eyes once more, and grinning as you do so, “You must think I’m dumb. You act like that smug little face of yours isn’t plastered all over the city. Regardless..,” You lean forward, "Yes or no, Jinyoung? I promise, I'm well worth the money."

Jinyoung thinks for a moment, still in shock from the mention of his job, even if he already knows his answer before he says it. This was his chance to experience what he'd always wanted. Maybe. You already knew his kinks due to the form he had to fill out, as well as the little transaction, so he had no doubt that you knew which buttons to press, but he wanted to know if you could take him beyond his limits like he's always hoped for. If you knew how to press those buttons just right, or if you were just another let-down with a more professional look and platform. This was it, and he was going to make you work him over as much as you could.

"Yes, I'm sure I want to do this."

Jinyoung feels a shudder wrack his shoulders at how smoothly your facade transitioned to one of pure intimidation and stony expressions. The smile that once graced your seemingly sweet attributes was now wiped away and replaced with a carefully adept mask of indifference.

You keep his stare whilst you bend down to retrieve a big, black wooden box from beneath the bed, setting it beside you as you stand from your spot and lift the lid from the case to pull out a leather clasping, as well as a thick and textured blue dildo which was, admittedly, one of your biggest straps. You look to Jinyoung as you began attaching the proper clippings and belts in order to fasten it around your hips.

“On your knees.”

Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Jinyoung slowly pushes himself away from the chair and sinks down to his knees, mouth watering at the authority in your tone of voice, and blood beginning to heat underneath his skin as you secure the harness and move to close the distance between the both of you. Deft fingers trace the sharp lining of Jinyoung’s jaw, trailing a line to the dip of his chin before taking it between your thumb and forefinger with a force that worries the bone slightly.

He's pretty, you think. One of the prettiest men that have ever occupied your time as a dominatrix, with full lips and features that would deem him model-worthy. You smile. You would have fun making a mess of him.

“Safeword?”

Jinyoung is taken aback for a moment, allegedly in a daze to the golden view from below you. “Hm... 'Promotion'?" He smiles at his own small joke.

You hum, grabbing the ribbed silicone that stare back at Jinyoung, and pressing the tip to the seam of his mouth with short, prodding impels.

“Open,” you murmur.

He obeys, albeit after frowning slightly; letting his lips part to engulf the width of your strap, wasting no time in stooping his head lower so he could stop midway on your cock, his throat constricting around the foreign object now lodged in his passage. You moan down at him with a hand raking through the soft tresses of his hair in appreciation at his eagerness.

“Suck.”

And he does.

Jinyoung started out strong at first; bobbing his head as he craned his neck this way and that to really go in on you without hesitation, hollowing his cheeks and looking up at you with a determinbed look, but after a while of swallowing your cock like he had one chance to impress you, he makes a rasping sound in the back of his throat, vaguely like the creaking of bed springs, followed by a lewd slurping noise before he goes to pull away. You catch the back of his head with a hand, raising an eyebrow as you shove him back down to where he’d stopped previous.

Jinyoung gags, a beautiful, surprised chuck of sound that makes you sigh at the way he sought for purchase at your thighs, a poor attempt to steady himself when you were already pulling back to drive your cock back down his throat with a fist-full of his hair. A range of noises that originate from Jinyoung bounce off the walls of the room, mostly different variations of kecks and physical strains on his trachea, but some being choked-off whimpers and half-strangled gasps of which he could actually get in between you fucking into his face and withdrawing.

You finally slow your pace to more shallow strokes, and looking past the pretty shine of Jinyoung’s now tear-stained face, you can see the tent in the flap of his robe. You favor him with a devilish grin, one that he sadly can’t see due to staring down at where you had your cock in his mouth.

“Look at me, whore,” the stern demand comes out in a throaty growl as you use your hand, still laced within the damp tresses of his hair, to yank his head back and up at you, resulting in both a muffled yelp and the back of Jinyoung’s neck popping at the sudden movement.

The sight was immoral in every sense of the word. His swollen lips, which were wrapped around the pink cock strapped to your hips, were left hanging open with obvious smears of glistening drool, still seeping from the corners, his cheeks streaked over with it in some places and mixing the stream of drying tears falling from his wide eyes. You can hear him begin to gag around the strap, considering he is shoved down to the hilt, but you only push his head down and keep him there. Instead, staring in amusement at the way he sputters and coughs, wanting to savor how his face begins to turn a lovely shade of red. When you are certain he can’t breathe, you pull him off and let him drink in desperate gulps of much needed air, the soft peach color returning to his face when his lungs begin to relax.

Stunning, you think.

Jinyoung gasps when you force him up to his feet by his hair, practically stumbling when you turn the two of you around so you can then proceed to to shove him onto the bed, ignoring the groan of the springs due to the impact. His head is a mess from the influxion of air he experiences. Only the ache between his legs keeping Jinyoung tied to this world as he softly pants, laying on his forearms with glossy eyes locked on yours and how you follow suit; crawling onto the bed and taking place hovering right over him. Jinyoung moans lowly when you lean in to press open-mouthed kisses, hot and wet, against his jawline, your hand snaking down the expanse of his hidden body to pull at the tied robe sash, and you treat yourself with a peek down at how it falls open to reveal everything he had to offer. Smoothing your fingers along the breathtaking show of defined muscle and healthy flesh, you curse.

“Of course such a little brat would have a fantastic body...”

Jinyoung lets out a complacent laugh at your subtle annoyance. He knows he has a good body, and he knows he's attractive, which makes you all the more irritated, considering he is perfect in every way, and you have no doubt in your mind that he uses it to get what he wants.

“You sure are taking your time,” He gripes out, hoping to stir your anger.

You snicker at him, and without thinking too much of it, strike him across the face, not waiting for his head to fully turn to the left before you grab his cheeks, force him back to you, and slap him again.

Once. Twice. Three times.

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh, and his mouth parts in pleased shock as he breathes.

“Say it again, bitch"

"I said, you sure are taking your—Ah!"

He's momentarily shocked into silence when you immediately shove your hands under his waist to hoist Jinyoung's legs behind his head, essentially folding him in half and displaying his exposed bottom, which is just as gorgeous as everything else about him. That's saying something, because an asshole, dick, and balls shouldn't even be in the same sentence as 'gorgeous.'

Jinyoung doesn't have time to protest, because as soon as he opens his mouth to fuss, he feels a strong, harsh slap land right on his hole. He yelps, kicking his feet out the best he can until he cries out again upon registering the next three smacks that rain down on the same spot.

"Rude, rude, boy. Has nobody ever taught you that you shouldn't speak back to your Mistress?" You growl, blowing cool air over his fluttering rim before patting his ass gently, "Stay like this or else I'm shoving an inflatable plug up your ass and stretching you until you rip."

Shaky and wanting, Jinyoung let's out a breath, doing as you say and hooking his hands into the back of his knees in order to press down and stay in said position. It unfortunately does put a strain on his lower back, but as much as he likes punishment, he's not betting on having his poor butt mercilessly torn open like you promised.

"What's your favorite color?"

The question half-startles him, "Red...?"

"Good choice," You chirp, and like that, you're holding his legs in place again; dangling a bottle of reddish-tinted lube over him as you happily squirt the cool gel onto his hole and two of your fingers. You tease him—gently running your hand up the soft skin of his left leg whilst you push the pad of your digit against his entrance, letting it breach slightly before pulling back to do it again.

"Tell me you want it."

He groans, "I want it..."

"Yeah?" You lie your cheek on his thigh, staring down at him with narrowed eyes. You love how exposed he is right now. Vulnerable to your gaze, and letting you touch him in such lewd ways. You always liked these parts of your sessions—where you could see the raw arousal in their faces. Letting your hand slide from Jinyoung's thigh to his cock, you begin simultaneously stroking him and, finally, pushing your fingers into his ass. He suddenly jerks upwards the best he really can with his legs behind his head, and you already know that both the sensations combined feel odd for him.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, half-wanting him to say it does so you can see the look on his face when you add another finger. But he doesn't, thankfully, and you whisk away the sadistic thoughts that you don't really want there. Instead, he shakes his head with a weak noise of slight discomfort.

"It doesn't hurt, but it feels... Weird?" Jinyoung doesn't seem so sure of himself when he actually says the words out loud. The confused frown knitting his eyebrows together mimes that of someone who was deciding on whether they liked something or not.

"Mm. Give it a minute."

And he does. He breathes heavily at the still-going stimulation to his cock, furrowing his brows everytime you move your fingers in a strange way as you try and find a pace, then, like clockwork as your digits graze upwards of his walls, he gasps, loud and surprised.

"Oh? Did I find it?" You grin, raising an eyebrow whilst continuing to abuse that spot inside of him. You revel in the way he moans. It's actually very melodical, everytime he reaches a high note it sounds like he's about to start singing, and it catches you off-guard when he keens before letting his lower body fall against the bed.

You tsk and shrug, "I was gonna be nice but it looks like you're just itching for punishment."

"Well what the hell did you expect when you put me in a painful position like-"

Thwap!

You give him another good slap to the face, then, almost too aggressively, force him to the edge of the bed so you can bend him over.

"Don't look at me, keep your eyes on the floor or I'll make it worse," you murmur, and with a mischievous smile, you walk over to the large black closet to the side of your bed. You can hear Jinyoung's heavy breathing reverberating throughout the room the entire time it takes to fetch your trusty cane and take position back behind Jinyoung.

The cane is long, about the height of a relatively high-standing desk, and decorated with accents of blood red while the rest is tinted a ravishing mulberry purple. It's thick at the top which makes it easy to hold onto, and it begins to slight as it reaches the the tip, which is skinny and carefully rounded.

"So, here's what we're gonna do," you begin, running your fingers up and down the polished rattan, "I am going to hit you with this cane as hard as I can, and you are going to count each and every stroke that I put on your thighs and backside. Do you hear me?"

Jinyoung sucks in a breath, but nods his head nonetheless.

"Come on, you know better. I need you to say it."

"Yes, I hear you."

"Hear you, what?" You lean forward to whisper into the shell of his ear, enjoying the way he lets out a small whimper and pushes his ass back against you.

"Yes, I hear you, Mistress..."

"Good Boy. Now, spread your legs a bit, and when you feel the cane, begin counting."

Jinyoung does as told easily enough; widening the space between his feet until his legs stand out in a small 'v' shape, and waiting in anticipation for you to begin the punishment. He can hear the blood rush in his ears.

Shwoop- thwack!

The pain that surges in a line against both cheeks is nothing short of winding. He thought it'd sting a bit at most but fuck, he had trouble keeping his legs from wobbling.

"One!" He shrills.

Shwoop- thwack!

"Two!"

Shwoop- thwack!

"T-Three!"

It feels like it goes on for forever if he's being honest. It's the same pain, but it gets worse with each swing and cut. It doesn't help that your cane had broken skin and drawn blood every couple strokes to both the backs of his thighs and cheeks, and you kept on hitting the same wounds.

"Twenty... twenty-one.."

"My good boy.. you did so, so well," You all but coo, dropping the cane to the floor with a thud as you lean forward to drape yourself over his back, careful not to make contact with his injuries whilst you trail your fingers between his legs so you can continue stroking his cock, grip loose and barely touching him with each swipe over his shaft.

"It hurts...!" Jinyoung's voice wavers, and you can finally hear the submission in his tone. You like hearing him like this; on the edge of breaking down, sobbing out his pain and pleasure, and all for you.

You smile, tightening your fist around his tip and holding it there just to savor the way he cries out and reaches down to try and stop your administrations, "But you like when it hurts, don't you? You like seeing how bad of a boy you'd been, and you like feeling those repercussions wear off even more, no?"

"N-no..."

"Mistress doesn't like liars, baby. Say you're sorry and maybe I'll make the pain feel better," You hum, only the slightest of touches ghosting against Jinyoung's nipples, butterfly kisses on the back of his ear.

"I'm sorry.. I-I'm sorry..!"

"Move up the bed. Hands and knees, still."

He's crying as he carries out your command, you realise. Tears, shiny, like the first drops of rain, run in flexuous tracks down his cheeks, and a blush dusts the ball of his nose. He makes no noise, but you can see the stutter of his chest and the way his breath hitches everytime he tries to take in a full inhale.

"See what happens when you don't listen to your Mistress? She has to hurt you, and she doesn't quite like hurting you to the point of drawing blood," you sigh and can't help but frown at the marks left on his body, especially the way you can identify the blooming bruises, which range from pretty shades of red to slowly darkening purples. Not to mention the many long cuts that litter just above the bruises.

"I-I'm sorr-sorry," Jinyoung involuntarily hiccups, and the way he reaches back and out for your top, tugging at the hem to get you to come closer, undoubtedly makes your mask slip a bit.

"Don't-.. don't look at me like that.."

But he keeps doing it. He keeps looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes that plead and beg in only the ways that make your body light aflame with desire to see him break completely under your touch.

"Fuck me... Please fuck me," He whispers, still looking at you from over his shoulder and holding onto your camisole.

"I bet you do. You've had that look in your eyes ever since you walked through the door. Don't worry, though. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard enough to make your mind go blank, and I'll fuck you good enough that everytime you touch yourself, you'll wish it was my hands instead of yours," you crawl onto the mattress and keep direct eye contact as you do so. You want him to take in the fire in your eyes, and know that you mean everything you say.

And from the way he whines upon your hand encasing his throat when you take place behind him, lining yourself up with his entrance with your breath hot on the back of his neck, he gets the memo.

"Have you ever had a cock inside you, Jinyoung?"

"Only finger-ers," He gasps out, still catching his breath to make coherent sentences as his crying dies down.

You nod into his shoulder, "We're gonna take this part slow, then, okay? Deep breaths.. I'm pushing inside, now."

The stretch is slow and, admittedly, overwhelming; the way your strap's textured shaft tenses his walls around the thickness of it's outer layers has him clutching and the sheets and making all sorts of noises, from groans to whimpers, from low-tones to high-notes, then finally, you bottom out. Your hips meet the plush skin of his ass, which he yelps at, and you take a moment to massage the column of his neck, trying to get him to relax as much as possible. It is his first time with a dick up his ass, after all, and he'd just taken a brutal punishment with, from the looks of it, painful consequences.

"What's the traffic light say, Jinyoung?"

He knows what it means, and when he's actually asked the question, it sparks a sort of satisfaction in him. He means wow, someone who actually checks in with him during sex and doesn't just do whatever they want without making sure he's ok with it.

"Green. Just go slow, please? It still hurts a bit."

He's surprised when you actually listen to him, and begin pacing yourself slower; careful movements of your hips, barely even registered as thrusts, and soft brushes over the hardness of his nipples once again as a distraction from any lingering uncomfort.

"Is it ok to go faster?"

He nods, and turns his face to the side so he can look at you properly. He looks so good like this; watery eyes and a needy expression painted on his face like glass.

It's then that you find yourself kissing him.

It catches him off-guard, obviously, but he leans into it nonetheless, and damn did you know how to kiss. Your lips were sweet against his, mouth moving in tune with his own and it was quite easy for you to take control of things. One squeeze to his throat and he was putty.

You don't even notice that you're thrusting into him too fast until he grabs at your hip from behind and whines into your mouth, which makes you want to go all the more faster, but you don't. You groan, nibbling his lip before you pull away with a grin, and weave your hand into his hair so you can gently push his face into the covers. His arch is gorgeous. Just like the rest of him, you think.

"Jesus, you're a sight.. you know that?"

From the neat curtain of bangs, you can faintly see Jinyoung smile, "Do you like it?"

"Baby you know I like it," You curse as you smooth a hand down the sultry slope of his back, all muscled and strong yet delicate in a way that you find hard to explain.

He moans, loud and clear for you, "Then show me, mistress. Please?"

'Showing him' would be an understatement of what you did. It was like you were possessed; one moment he was on his hands and knees, looking back at you with that fucking face, and the next, you had him flipped over on his back, drilling into him like your life depends on it. You don't know how long you fuck him, but you know that you were in a daze as you snap back to the present.

It's brutal, the way you pound into him. Rough, animalistic, and downright cruel. He's trying his best to stay tethered to this world, but you make it extremely hard with the way you bull his knees into his own chest and stare at him, long and heavy, with each other's foreheads touching and a hand jerking him off at a rapid speed. He wails and cries out every couple seconds, his voice now strained in his throat and wearing thin like the threads of an old spiderweb.

"Is this what you fucking wanted? Huh? Well here it is so fucking take it, bitch. Take it all and don't you dare waste it or else I swear you'll regret it," You growl, your teeth clenched hard enough to put pressure on your gums as you unhook your arm from under his left knee and instead use it to choke him. He struggles at the lack of blood going to his brain, but nods regardless.

"I-I'm c—oh my god please—I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

"Then fucking cum, you filthy whore. Do it, all over your stomach. Make Mistress proud, hm? Make her proud of her good little fuck doll, I know you can do it, baby."

Letting go of Jinyoung's throat has more of an effect than you anticipated. The influx of air and blood, paired with his approaching orgasm, quite literally throws him headfirst into his climax. His mouth falls open in a silent scream as he writhes and twitches, spilling white on his lower abdomen, and one shot even glances him on the collarbones.

It's silent for a moment as he catches his breath, still shaking, and that's when you make the decision of discarding your strap-on into the basket near your closet with a single toss. Jinyoung, on the other hand, is on cloud 9. He feels like he's floating in a golden sea of bliss, which clouds of cotton candy hanging overhead, and he barely registers it when he feels your fingers on his body once again.

He looks down, "Hm..?"

"Pfft holy shit, look at you," You bring your palm to your mouth as you giggle at the man's euphoria, "Yeah.. Oh yeah, you're definitely feeling it, huh? Told you I was worth the money."

"No shit. That was... Jesus, that was insane."

"Mm thanks, pretty. Sit still, I'll be right back."

You hop up off the bed with another quick glance at Jinyoung before you disappear behind a misty glass door. While you're doing.. whatever you're doing, Jinyoung takes the time to sit up and try and find a comfortable position because of course it's now that everything finally settles in.

"Ow, fuck!" He hisses at the pain of trying to sit on his ass with all the cuts on it.

"Yeah, about that, put your butt up for a moment?"

He frowns, but upon seeing the tube of ointment in your hand as well as baby wipes and a lollipop, sighs and reluctantly bends over.

"I know, I know, but don't worry, it'll only sting a bit. Also, make sure to apply some Neosporin or disinfectant on the backs of your thighs and bottom until they begin to scab up." You drone on about how to take care of the injuries whilst applying the salve, the basics on how to not exercise while they're still open because the sweat can cause an infection, the usual things. When you're done both rubbing the medicine on him and giving him a jog through cautions, you finally twist the covering on the tube of ointment and reach for the wet wipes before meeting Jinyoung's eyes again.

"Roll on your back, please. Feet up in the air and spread your legs so I can see everything."

"Why?"

"Because," you smile, already nudging him to move into position, "You're all messy. I need to clean you up, don't I? Now come here, I even have a lollipop for you since you did so well."

It's soft how you take care of him, Jinyoung thinks. The mood switch is completely different from what you were like when you were fucking him like you hated him, because now, you're so concerned about whether you're pressing the wipes too hard onto his skin as you swipe the cold sheet between his legs and rear end.

"I'm sorry," you say, slowing down on cleaning him to snort at how hard he sucks on the light green candy, admiring how at peace he looks with the warm expression he wears.

"For what?"

"I probably went a little too hard on you. This was your first actual time with an experienced domme, and I'm afraid that I could've ruined it for future references."

"Oh no, don't feel bad. I liked it."

"You did?" Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Of course. This is probably the best I've felt in literal months."

And he smiles. He smiles genuinely one of the most breathtaking smiles you've ever seen, with a slight fan of creasing around his eyes from the rise of his cheeks, and a laugh like pure beauty. You return it.

"Well, I'm glad I could help, Jinyoung. Now, I think it's about time for you to go, considering the session is officially over, and you most likely have a lot of work in the morning," You wink and stand from your spot on the bed.

Jinyoung allows you to help him back inside his robe, even rub the dried tear tracks off his cheeks, and before he knows it, he's slowly walking away from your assigned room, looking back at you as you stand in the doorway with a hand on your hip.

"Goodbye, Madame Black."

"Goodbye, Mr. CEO. Come again sometime, I'm sure you'd love to be taken down another peg."

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