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[vampiredulac]

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[cinnbar-bun]

Kiss the Swordsman (Mihawk x Reader)

Summary: Inspired by "Kiss the Girl" from The Little Mermaid.

Perona is frustrated that Mihawk won't confess his feelings for you, so she hires Zoro to take part in a scheme to get Mihawk to admit his love for you.

Word Count: ~2.9k

Rating: SFW

You can read this on my AO3 here!

Perona glared deeply at you and Mihawk, who were quietly sitting and eating breakfast. You passed him the butter without him asking, and he refilled your cup while you were cutting your food. 

Zoro raised a brow as he stopped shoveling his pancakes into his mouth. “Why’re you so angry?” 

Perona’s frown grew fiercer as she crossed her arms. “I’m mad Mihawk hasn’t made a move!” 

Zoro glanced at Mihawk, who was taking a sip of his coffee. 

“I dunno, he looks like he’s moving just fine,” Zoro shrugged. Perona smacked his shoulders. 

“Not like that, idiot!” She shouted. Zoro picked his ear and continued to eat. 

“Dunno what you mean then.” 

“Ugh! You’re so clueless!” Perona pointed at you and Mihawk. “It’s so obvious they like each other!” 

Zoro swallowed another pancake whole and shook his head. “I know you didn’t just say that while I’m eating.” 

“Well I did!” 

“Ugh… whatever,” Zoro sighed. “Besides, what are you talking about? They don’t like each other.” 

Perona narrowed her eyes and forced Zoro to look at Mihawk. “You’re blind. Look at how he looks at (Y/n)!” 

Mihawk, at the moment, was focused on his breakfast and Zoro grit his teeth. 

“He’s not even looking at them…” 

“Y-you just missed it!” Perona’s cheeks turned red as she wagged her finger. “Trust me, he stares at them a lot!!” 

“So what? Maybe (Y/n)’s just got a stain or something. What do you want me to do about it?” Zoro tiredly responded. 

“I’m not asking you to do anything ab-,” her eyes lit up as she gasped loudly, making Zoro jolt. “That’s it! You’re a genius, Zoro!”

“I am…?” He asked, unsure if he was going to like her next few sentences. 

“Mhm! You just gave me a new idea! We go make Mihawk confess his love for (Y/n)!” 

“But does he even-“ Perona cut Zoro off by placing her index finger to his lips. 

“Shhhh… trust me. It’s foolproof.” 

---

“So, tell me again how this is supposed to make Mihawk confess?” Zoro asked as he held the shovel in his hand. 

“Duh! (Y/n) will just fall into this hole and maybe get injured or something,” Perona proudly smiled as she covered the hole with a net of leaves. “Mihawk will swoop in and realize seeing the love of his life fall into a hole was too much, then he’ll look into (Y/n)’s eyes and be so emotional over their safety and have to confess!” 

“I don’t think that’s gonna pull a confession out of him.” 

“What do you know, lughead?! Have you ever dated someone before?” 

“No,” Zoro scratched his chin. “Neither have you.” 

“Well that’s just- um, ah- just hush! Shhh! I hear them coming.” 

Perona dragged Zoro behind a tree to peek out and see her victims. Mihawk and you were clad in your usual farming attire, with you carrying a bucket of compost for your garden. Perona rubbed her hands and chuckled, waiting for the glorious moment to come when… 

“Oh, wait, Mihawk, there’s something over there,” you pointed out. 

“Hm? Ah…” Mihawk hummed in acknowledgment as you both began walking away from the path where the hole was. Perona gawked and gripped the bark of the tree. 

“No! Those two-!” 

You and Mihawk noticed a small burrow close to the field of root veggies. “A rabbit, I believe,” Mihawk murmurs, crouching down to the small nest. Before he can even take a look, a grown rabbit bolts out of the hole and dashes under Mihawk’s legs. 

You jump as the rabbit runs past you, and Mihawk recovers to quickly chase after it. The swordsman is fast and swift, able to keep up with the animal, while you’re struggling to close the gap due to the heavy bucket in your hands. 

“And, got you-“ Mihawk leans forward to grab the rabbit, but as he does so, his foot makes contact with the nest of leaves that Perona hid the hole with. “Agh!” 

Mihawk lets out a loud yelp as the rabbit slips from his fingers and he plummets to the bottom of the (thankfully) shallow hole. 

You drop the bucket and rush over to him, looking down at him inside the hole. 

“Mihawk! Are you alright?” 

He dusts himself off, examining how his white shirt is now stained with brown mud and crumbled leaves. 

“Yes. I’m quite alright,” he answers smoothly, as if he didn’t just fall face first into a hole. 

“Do you need a hand?” You ask, extending your hand to him. 

“Thank you, (Y/n),” he accepts, pulling himself up with ease. “Are you alright? You’re not injured, are you?” 

You shake your head. “No, not at all. I wasn’t the one who fell into a hole, anyways. I’ll go check on you back at the castle.” 

“Much appreciated. But first-“ he craned his neck to Perona and Zoro’s hiding spot, causing them to shriek and fully hide themselves behind the trunk. His hawk eyes narrowed at them as he slowly made his way over to them. 

It all happened in a blur, as suddenly the two were lifted by their collars as Mihawk made them face the fields. 

“Since you two love playing in the dirt so much, I’ll allow you the opportunity to till each and every field today. And while you’re at it, fill that hole again,” he stated coldly, his voice giving no room for argument or interpretation. 

Perona and Zoro gulped at the massive garden. 

“If you two try this stunt again, I will have you become fertilizer. Do you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Mihawk,” Perona and Zoro nodded and weakly gave in. Given how Mihawk could be, this was perhaps his form of mercy to them. Mihawk dropped them and walked back to you, examining your hands. 

“Ah, you have a small mark. Next time, I’ll carry the bucket for you,” Mihawk commented. 

“It’s not a problem, Mihawk. I can do it just fine,” you chuckle. “Come on now, let’s go make sure you’re not bleeding.” 

“I most certainly would not be injured from that small of a hole.” 

---

Perona growled as she crossed off yet another idea from her list. 

“Maybe you should give up,” Zoro stated nonchalantly as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“I can’t! I can’t, because if I don’t, Mihawk is never gonna do it and he’ll die alone like a boring old man!” Perona sobbed. “He can’t keep hiding his feelings! I just don’t get why none of these have worked…”

“Gee, I wonder why injuring (Y/n), burning books, breaking glass, and ruining dinner would make Mihawk not confess,” Zoro deadpanned. 

“Shut up, smartass! I just… I just know that deep down, (Y/n)’s the best thing in his life, and I’m not letting them walk away thinking he doesn’t care!” 

“That’s surprisingly caring of you.” 

“I’m gonna get violent!” Perona stomped her foot. 

“Just take it easy! You’ve been bombarding them nonstop and making us have to do so many chores. I’m not gonna clean any more dishes because of your matchmaking.” 

Perona huffed and nodded. She was exhausted from all the punishments Mihawk gave her after the many stunts she pulled, and manual labor was so not cute. She slid to the floor. 

“This is hopeless…” Perona mumbled. Zoro saw how dejected she looked and sighed. 

“Look, I’m not a romance expert, but why don’t we try something a bit smaller? Ya know? Something that doesn’t end up with (Y/n) or Mihawk getting something broken?” 

“Like what?” 

“Well, I dunno, I figured you’d tell me what people to be romantic. Damn, if only I had that cook here…” 

“Cook?” Her eyes lit up. “Cook! That’s it! We can make them a candlelit dinner!” 

---

Another of Perona’s shenanigans. Mihawk sighs as he opens a letter that tells him to get dressed and be outside in the courtyard. 

“Why did she sign it as (Y/n)…” he asks himself, confused why Perona would think he wouldn’t recognize what your handwriting looked like. Regardless, considering she seemingly put so much effort into this, he plays along and does as told, careful to “dress up nicely” as Perona so eloquently wrote. He fixed his hair and made sure to brush his facial hair before heading to the courtyard. 

“Now, Perona, I hope you have a good-,” he stops when he sees you’re the person standing, waiting in the courtyard. You look breathtaking, elegantly dressed up in an outfit that fits you perfectly. For a moment, Mihawk forgets what he was doing and trying to say. You chuckle and step closer to him. 

“You got her letter, too?” You ask. Mihawk nods. 

“I’m not sure what she’s thinking now.” 

“Neither do I. But it’s been a while since I wore something like this, it’s a nice change of pace.” 

Mihawk stares at you unemotionally, and you’re worried he thinks poorly of what you just said or how you look. 

“Yes… it’s a lovely change of pace,” he adds, his face softening. “You look stunning, (Y/n).” 

The compliment makes you smile, and he feels his face get warmer at seeing your gorgeous smile his way. 

“Come, let’s take a seat, I’m sure Perona has some plans for us,” he offers his hand. You take it and he glides swiftly to the small, white table with a beautiful candelabra in the center. Mihawk pulls out your chair and helps you sit, like a true gentleman. 

“I’m honestly surprised she’d done all of this,” you comment. “I wonder why.” 

“I could hazard a guess,” Mihawk replied, before Zoro arrived in a tux. 

“Evening, you two,” he states, holding a notepad. “The uh-“ he flips through the notepad and you and Mihawk see an obvious script that Perona wrote for him. You hold in your laughter while Mihawk looks unamused. “Y-yeah, sorry, the dining room proudly presents… your dinner!” 

Zoro turns around and makes a motion to grab something, only to grab air. “Wait, where’s the food?” 

Mihawk pours you a drink as Zoro fumbles with the notepad and flounders to find the cart full of food. 

“It seems there’s been a technical difficulty,” Mihawk mumbles. 

“Oh, be easy on them,” you tease. 

Perona stomps to where Zoro is and smacks his head with the notepad. 

“I told you to put the cart there!” She hisses, you and Mihawk are able to hear her perfectly. “Now they’re going to have their dinner ruined!” 

“Hey! I’m sorry! I thought it was here!” Zoro whisper-yells back. He thankfully finds the food cart this time and pushes it towards the table. He then places a silver dish in front of each of you and removes the lid. “There we go! Dinner!” 

“Appetizer,” Perona corrects. 

“Appetizer,” Zoro amends. 

“Thank you. May we have some privacy?” 

“Ohhhhh, of couuuurse!” Perona nods, too obvious in her scheming. She grabs Zoro as the two of them hide in a nearby bush. 

“They do realize we know where they went, right?” Mihawk whispers to you so they can’t hear. 

“Just let them have this. They worked very hard for it.” 

“I understand, but their behavior is quite…” 

“Intrusive?” You add. 

“Very much so,” he sighs as he drinks. “It took me until Perona broke three cups to understand this was deliberate.” 

“For a bit, I thought they were trying to kill me,” you joke. 

“They’d know better than to try such a thing,” Mihawk shakes his head. 

“Although, knowing they’re trying to pull this off makes it a bit sweeter,” you comment. 

“What do you mean?” Mihawk raises a brow. 

“It’s sweet that they’re trying to do this for us. It’s rare we get to spend time together like this nowadays. Usually it’s us taking care of them and training them, but now they’re making us a candlelit dinner.” 

Mihawk’s lips curl into a grin. “You are correct. Even though I would not have done it like this, it’s still rather charming.” 

You and Mihawk quietly chatted throughout the three course-meal. Occasionally, you heard the grunts and arguing between Perona and Zoro from their hiding spot in the bushes. Mihawk would urge you to ignore them as you two laughed and reminisced throughout the evening. Seeing Mihawk relax more and more as he continued talking to you was a treat for Perona and Zoro. 

“I think… I think I’m starting to see what you mean,” the swordsman said. 

“See! Told ya!” Perona smirked. “Look at how he’s melting at their words and smiling.” 

“I didn’t think he could do that,” Zoro replied, impressed at how you managed to make Mihawk’s lips form a grin. 

“They’re almost done eating, now for phase two!” Perona pumped her fists and shot up from the bush. You and Mihawk glanced at her as she floated towards the woods, with Zoro following after her. 

“What do you think they’re up to now?” 

“I feel as if I really do not want to know,” Mihawk sighed. You two waited patiently, until Perona and Zoro came back with a pack of Humandrills. Your eyes widened as you gasped, while Mihawk stayed silent, waiting to see what would happen next. Perona forced the Humandrills to stop before she pulled out a box from a nearby bush. 

“Now do what we said!” She demanded as she shoved a violin to a Humandrill. The Humandrill began to make disapproving noises at her commands. She gave a few more Humandrills other instruments before she pointed at Mihawk. 

The Humandrills looked up the Warlord and then forced a nervous grin and nodded, beginning to play their instruments in sync. You were amazed as they played a slow, romantic song. 

“I…I didn’t know they could do that,” you mumble. 

“Neither did I,” Mihawk stared in awe. You were so entranced by the makeshift orchestra that you didn’t notice Mihawk looking at you, as if debating with himself. He heard Perona and Zoro clear their throats and glanced to them. Perona and Zoro pointed at you and nodded. 

“I guess this was their plan from the start…” Mihawk whispered before he stood up and cleared his throat. “(Y/n).” 

“Hm? Yes, Mihawk?” You asked, looking into his eyes with an expecting expression. He extended his hand to you. 

“Would you like to dance?” He inquired, his eyes briefly moving away from yours. A bright smile was on your face as you nodded and took his hand. 

“I’d love nothing more,” you answer, and for a second, you think you notice a red blush appear on his cheeks. 

You two head to the center and Mihawk gently pulls you in closer, an arm around your waist as your other hands are clasped together. He sways with you, careful to not be too forceful or rough. The Humandrills are getting more excited, along with Zoro and Perona, as some of them begin to hum and vocalize. 

Your smile is bright and beautiful as you look radiant, even in the night sky.

“I hope you are enjoying tonight.” “I am, very much. I won’t forget this night for a long time,” you reply. Mihawk closes his eyes and nods. 

“I don’t think I will, either.” 

He twirls you around as you let out a laugh from the thrilling motion. You two continue to look into each other’s eyes, the unspoken feelings you have for the other clear to the both of you. Despite being in such a vulnerable position, Mihawk finds the feeling rather enjoyable. Having you in his arms, dancing underneath the stars to some beautiful music after a lovely meal- he hasn’t felt this carefree in a long time. You lean closer to him and Mihawk enjoys how you’re trying to get his attention. But you already have it. 

He stops dancing, keeping you both locked in an intense eye contact with his arm around your waist. It’s only you two now, as Mihawk gulps and slowly leans his face to you, silently asking for you to reciprocate. You close your eyes and do the same, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. 

It’s not lecherous or sloppy, but a gentle kiss with you that says everything he cannot verbalize. 

He loves you, loves you so much that he can’t help but be so gentle and yearn for you. How he wishes to protect you and continue to have your presence within his life. How he loves your smile, your voice, your words, your everything that makes you, you in this lonely world. 

He wishes to say more through touch, but the need for air arises as you both move away. 

“I love you,” you say first. He presses kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you, too.” 

Perona and Zoro clap at your confessions and Mihawk remembers that he’s in front of others. 

“Perona, Zoro,” he calls, his voice low. The two jolt nervously, unsure of what he’s going to do. His lips curve upwards as he glances at them and says a simple phrase, “Thank you.” 

[emmyrosee]

“But I’m cold.”

Your voice whines in a pitch that makes Kiyoomi’s brow hitch up in annoyance, arms crossed firmly over his chest as he stares at you from the end of your bed.

It’s late, he’s been staying later every time he comes over after practice, almost as if to see you off to bed. You tell him- well, beg him- to just stay and spend the night, it’s too late for him to drive and you’ll miss him.

Deep down, you know that’s the point that seems to make him want to cave the most, but the stubborn asshole hasn’t given in fully yet. He’s told you from the beginning he’s more of a ‘sleep in my own bed’ kind of guy, but it did make you feel a little insecure about why, then, he never invited you over.

Kiyoomi promised you it was just because of the early mornings, he never wanted you to feel like you had to dash out, or even wake up to see him off, but the insecurity burns all the same.

“If you’re cold, get under the sheets,” he says, as if explaining to a child. “I’ll leave my hoodie for you, if you’d like?”

You fiddle with the threads of your blanket stiffly, “I don’t… I don’t want to get under the sheets.” You sink your teeth into the fat of your lip in embarrassment, trying to ward off awkward tears that want to sting. “Because, when I do, you’re going to leave.” From your sitting position, you see him deflate slightly.

Then, he pads his way next to you. He scoots on your bed, and he wraps an arm around you, tugging you close. You burrow into his side, inhaling the warmth of his skin.

“How about I wait until you’re asleep?” He offers, voice low. He moves the hand not embracing you to gently grip your chin and angle you to look up at him, eyes soft and calm.

“You hurt my feelings when you don’t want to stay, Kiyoomi.”

The words slip out unprovoked, and as his face morphs into one of guilt, yours turns to one of embarrassment. You clear your throat and turn away from the fingers against your chin.

“Yeah,” You pant. “I… I understand that you don’t want to stay. If you don’t mind waiting until I’m asleep, that… that would mean a lot.”

He nods, mind deep in thought as he curls more around you, protectively, letting you get lost in the fabric of his sweatshirts and the bulky arms encasing you. You purr, and just like it does when you’re always with kiyoomi, your mind settles and before you can know it, you’re off into sleep.

Your dreams conjure minimal, little flickers of familiar faces in ridiculous scenarios, but you jolt awake when there’s a teeny nightmare that manages to catch you off guard, and your eyes fly open to try and stop the fear that started brewing.

Now awake, you gladly are able to take in your surrounding and shake off the fright; you’re not entirely sure how you ended up in your pajamas and under the covers, but you’re not complaining. As sunlight peers through the blinds, you stretch and try to curl in on yourself, but you’re blocked by a solid body next to you.

You yelp, slightly alarmed, but there’s a soft, smooth “shhhh,” that comes from the person beside you, and as an arm wraps around you, you burrow into his familiar scent with a happy mewl.

“Omi?” You mumble, pulling your arms close to your chest as he pulls you closer. “You stayed?”

“Shut up,” he murmurs. “You were shivering.”

The meek attempt at denying why he truly stayed makes you giggle, and you burrow against his chest in search for that addictive warmth he’d granted you through the whole night.

“Thank you,” you say, nuzzling your head under his chin. His arms are protective around you, his sleepy grunts barely audible, you’re sure you would’ve missed them if you weren’t so close, but they’re the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard, and you hate that he denied you them for so long.

“You wanna talk about your nightmare?” He says, voice drunk with sleep.

“What nightmare?”

“You were flinching a little before you woke up. Figured it scared you awake.”

You smile and plant a kiss along the muscles of the pectoral you’re nuzzled against, “it wasn’t serious. I’m more impressed you knew it had me awake.”

“Of course I knew; you only tremble like that when you’re scared.”

“You care about me or something?”

“I just happen to pay attention to you.” One onyx eye peers down at you, “because of course I care about you, dickhead.”

Fuck, you think to yourself. He’s damn good.

And he is. Kiyoomi is ridiculously good, he always has been, and while you hadn’t meant to upset him with your confession last night, there is a small sliver of you that’s grateful he listened and caved to be with you.

Even if it was a little out of his comfort zone.

“This is nice,” he mumbles into your hair, his fingertips dragging up and down the slope of your spine.

You nod and move one of your hands to the nape of his neck, carding the curly locks and relishing in the mewls he lets out, “I told you. You just don’t listen to me.”

“Because I’m not used to you being right.”

“You’re so rude,” you snort, and once again, his vocal chords vibrate against your head as he laughs. It’s quiet once again, and you’re almost ready to doze back off when on the nightstand next to the bed, his phone vibrates loudly.

“Omi-“

“No,” he grumbles. “‘S just Miya. He’s fine. We’re comfortable.”

“We are,” you giggle. “But I don’t want you to be late.”

“I’m never late for anything.” He shifts to nuzzle his head deeper into the pillow, “besides, you’re the one who convinced me to stay, why are you trying to get me to leave now?”

“I don’t want you to leave,” you assure.

“Yeah, I don’t either.”

“You have to,” you snort, your eyes watching as his Adam’s Apple bobs with each swallow and word that falls from his sleepy mouth. “Come on. Meian will be pissed, Miya will be blowing up your phone soon enough.”

“Fuck Miya,” he grumbles. “You’re trying to get me to stop snuggling and leave and you think Miya is your best argument?”

You give him some more laughter, your fingers gently running over the moles and scars that adorn his chest and side, and you smirk as the muscles quiver under your touch. Ticklish. He would be. “Oh?”

“You wanna keep that hand?” He grumbles, and if you knew him any less, you may have missed the way you could hear the smile in his voice. “I suggest you don’t get too creative there.”

“Oh, I’m getting very creative.” Before you can provoke him further, a hand grabs yours and tenderly brings it up to his lips, planting warm, soft kisses to the knuckles.

“Don’t be annoying,” he mutters, sleepily looking at you from the corner of his eyes, “just be affectionate. I got months to try and make up for.”

He looks cute, soft in the early morning haze, and you do decide You yield as you curl into the bend of his sides, letting his breathing even out before his phone starts ringing again. He’s warm, his snuggly, and he’s still the Kiyoomi only you have the privilege of seeing.

And now, you’re hoping he’s giving you the privilege to see it every morning.

[arctrooper69]

Mysterious Ways

An unfortunate accident could have very fortunate consequences.

A/N: First of my @clonexreaderbingo fics! For the "Cody" square 🥰

Warnings: Accidental nudity mentioned? Embarrassing situations?

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"Fives! Fives! Echo!" You dashed down the hall of the Resolute, trying to get their attention. The two clones spun around, raising an eyebrow at your panicked expression.

"Commander?!" Echo sounded concerned.

You paused to catch your breath.

"I...I need your help with something!"

Fives smirked and crossed his arms, "Must be something pretty important."

Your face turned red. "Uh well....so you see..." You scratched the back of your neck nervously.

Echo sighed, rolling his eyes, "Oh no, what did you do?"

"Ok, so I need you guys to distract Commander Cody so that I can grab his datapad and delete a few things."

Fives looked confused.

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again, what did you do!?"

You sighed and looked at the ground. Your feet had suddenly become very interesting. "Uhm...well..." You coughed. Fives was leaning up against the wall clearly invested in whatever your reasoning was.

"So uhm...I was working with Commander Cody the other day and I was a little late with the reports. So this morning he asked me to send him the reports. So I did. Or at least I thought I did. Then I realized I'd clicked on the wrong file and sent him....not my reports."

You could feel the embarrassed heat burning through your face, threatening to consume you. Part of you wished it would. Then you wouldn't have to deal with this.

The boys were silent for a minute.

"So what'd you send him?" Echo asked, furrowing his brow, "It couldn't have been that bad."

"Uhh...yeah... So I had some photos on my datapad...."

"Holy shit, you didn't!" Fives' mouth dropped open; his face filled with a combination of shock and glee.

You looked up at him in horror and nodded slowly.

"You mean you sent Marshal Commander Cody your nudes!?" He cackled.

"Shhhh!" You tried to shush him. "Don't say it out loud! I didn't mean to!"

"Siths Hells..." Echo sighed, running a hand down his face. The muscles in his jaw quivered as he fought in vain to keep the corners of his lips from curling up into an incredulous grin - a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

You hopped back and forth nervously from one foot to the other, "So....are you gonna help me or not?"

"Yeah I....ooof" Fives began and was cut off, catching Echo's elbow in the gut.

"What was....oh...shit..." Fives turned his eyes to the hall behind you. His grin got even wider.

"Oh this oughta be good."

"What...?" you raised an eyebrow in confusion, turning your head to see what had gotten his attention. General Kenobi strolled down the hall accompanied by none other than the Marshal Commander Cody himself, datapad in hand.

"Welp....we gotta go!" Echo said quickly, dragging his brother by the arm. You shot him a panicked look.

"No, no don't...!" You whispered harshly, begging them, but with a quick salute to the General, they were already well on their way down the hall.

Traitors. You muttered under your breath. You didn't have to use the Force to feel the breath hitch in the Commanders throat as the two paused before you.

He knew. Oh Force. He knew.

"Master Kenobi," you bowed, respectfully acknowledging the Jedi Master. He replied in kind, saying nothing else, but if you could feel the tension in the hall, then he certainly could.

You nodded with a professional stiffness towards the clone. "Commander."

He replied with a curt nod of his own. "Commander."

You were glad his helmet was on, preventing you from seeing the look on his face.

After a brief moment that seemed to last an eternity, the pair continued down the hall resuming their conversation.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.

Oh Force, I need a drink.

A ping from your com interrupted your thoughts and you looked down. A message from Fives:

79's tonight?

Sounds good. I need a drink.

Great. See you there!

****

79's was already packed by the time you made it down to the clone bar. Both the 501st and the 212th were on shore leave for a few days - a rare occurrence but well deserved. The war was going well for once. You took a seat in a booth close to the bar waiting for Fives and his brother, taking in the chaotic but familiar scene. The air smelt like stale beer and cheap cologne. It'd been awhile since you'd last been out to a place like this.

"So! Tell us all about it." Fives slid into the booth behind you. You jumped, so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn't noticed the pair of them come over.

"Yeah, how awkward was it?" Questioned Echo, sitting down on the other side of you. "Did he say anything?"

You shook your head. "Nope. And hopefully he never will!"

Fives cracked a grin. "The General definitely knew though."

"No. No he did not!" You leaned forward, forcefully pointing your finger at him.

Echo grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back into the booth. "Oh yeah. He totally did. He's got the whole Jedi thing going for him."

"Hey!" You protested, "I'm a Jedi too!"

Fives laughed. "Yeah but you weren't subtle...like.... at all. Even if he doesn't know exactly what's up, he definitely knows something was weird between the two of you."

"And besides that," Echo chimed in, "Cody is General Kenobi's second in command. They probably know each other pretty well."

You sighed and ran a hand down your face, chuckling at the absurdity of the whole situation.

"If this was supposed to make me feel better, you failed miserably."

Echo patted your shoulder and took a another drink.

Fives downed the rest of his own. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Cody didn't mind." He winked.

You choked and Echo smacked you on the back, simultaneously kicking Fives under the table.

"You know what? I think I'm gonna get us some more drinks!" You stood up suddenly, and nodded to yourself. "Yep. More drinks."

Sighing to yourself, you made your way over to the bar. If Commander Cody had feelings for you, did that make this whole thing better or worse?

A clone made his way over to the bar, the yellow in the shoulder bell of his armor caught your eye and you turned.

Oh no. Out of all places, of course you'd find him here. You turned to run, ready to slip away unnoticed into the crowd of rowdy patrons but it was too late. He'd already noticed you. You could tell he was trying hard to ignore you, but when you turned away, you could feel his eyes burning through the back of your head.

Curious, you turned so that you could see him out of the corner of your eye. Just enough to gauge his reactions but not enough to make it seem like you were staring at the Marshal Commander.

You glanced over at him and he seemed to have the same idea. He stood frozen, eyes locked with yours. It felt impossible.

"Can I take your order, miss?" The bartender waved her hand in front of your face. You glanced over at her impatient expression. You rolled your eyes, both annoyed at her interruption and thankful that you now had a chance to run from it all.

"No thanks!" You called to her over your shoulder as you slipped from the barstool into the crowd of patrons. A pit formed in your stomach. Now you just wanted to go home - away from the embarrassment you'd be sure to face once confronted by the Marshal Commander.

"Wait!" He called out, walking briskly after you, pushing through a crowd of his drunk brothers paying no attention to their annoyed grumbling.

"Will you please just wait!?"

You paused, stepping into an unoccupied supply room. A gloved hand caught the door before you could swing it closed. He ran his fingers through his hair, dislodging a few errant strands from his professionally kempt military cut.

There was a difference, you realized, between Cody and the Marshal Commander rank he embodied. It was a very fine line, but a difference all the same. It was Cody whose gloved hands gave way to calloused fingers and nails that were subconsciously chewed too short. It was Cody whose face was creased by furrowing lines of concentration and concern.

It was the Marshal Commander's dark and stern eyes that gave way to Cody's subtle spark of kindness.

"Cody...." You began, unsure of what to even say. You knew now, how you felt towards this man.

He held up a hand and you paused.

"I just have to ask you one thing..." he took a breath. "Did you mean to send me those pictures?"

You breathed out a laugh. "No. Not exactly." You paused, glancing up to meet those warm, honey brown eyes. "But I'm glad I did."

"I don't think we'd have ever done this if you hadn't."

Done what? You were about to say, but Cody's mouth violently answered the unspoken question as he pressed his lips into yours.

"The Force works in mysterious ways" you panted as he pulled away, only to pull you right back into his arms.

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Longing hearts | K.Bakugo

♡︎ Sypnosis: Bakugo was supposed to come over for movie night but instead got caught up in a dangerous villain attack. Never did you think it would be the same day as your first kiss

♡︎ Genre: fluff and angst

♡︎ Warnings: Mentions of wounds

Your blood ran cold and goosebumps littered you body, the voice of the reporter chiming in the atmosphere.

Your feet were bare, striking against the cold ground while you ran as fast as your legs would let you. Not even bothering to change out of your baggy pajamas when you heard the recent news.

"Many heroes dead in the recent villain attack, at Shinobi station" the reporters voice rang from the various billboards around the city.

Bakugo was supposed to meet with you at your house two hours ago. You knew he'd be late because he messaged you before letting you know that there was a small villain attack at Shinobi station that wouldn't take long.

Katsuki would never break the promise he made to you. He promised he'd make it back in time- vowed to binge-watch your foolish romance series while eating your favorite ice cream.

"Please be alive" you panted as the crime scene came to view. The streets were crammed with rubble from a collapsed building, and police and ambulance crowded the area. There were many civilians and news reporters also witnessing the scene before them. You weren't interested in looking that way though but decided to stand a bit far from them as you scoped the area. The person you were looking for was nowhere to be found. The ambulances and firefighters would occasionally pull someone out from the building, but it still wasn't who you were looking for.

Your heart was battering widely in your chest. Tears from your eyes blotted the road you stood on. Your hands clutched your pajamas tightly for some sense of comfort. Body bags were being drawn to the building and you just couldn't put up with the sight anymore. You just wanted to see him again and make sure he was alright, but the scene was not making your concerns any better.

You rang his phone for the 100th time that night. Cursing when it instantly went to voicemail.

You had just gotten together recently with the boy you've always wanted. Things were now official between you two so why was everything turning sour?

A small glimpse of the isolated ambulance in the corner is all it took. A glimpse of the blond hair your heart has been yearning for. Your entire body felt relieved at the sight, the weight that was gripping your heart earlier now subdued.

He was ok.

A few cuts littered his face here and there, his right arm looked broken and he had a slight limp in his step. They were escorting him to the back of an ambulance so they could take care of the small wounds in the meantime.

Relief was an understatement to what you felt right now.

You just wanted to touch him again-to feel his warm hand run down your back and his soft lips against your forehead.

Once again you were dashing towards his direction, stopping in front of the open ambulance doors, and the light lit your face generously. There he was, seated on a small stretcher outside while someone tended to his arm. Away from all the noise of the media, in his peaceful little world. He carried the typical frown on his face, although this time he looked distant.

It was almost as if he could feel your presence when he looked up immediately, his eyes making contact with your reddened ones for the first time that day. He softened at the sight of you, his shoulders suddenly relaxing and mouth slightly agape. He stood up slowly and you ran towards him. Swiftly colliding into his outstretched arms. His hands clutched your waist tightly and yours held his neck. Your foreheads were against one another and not a single word was shared as you were soaking in each other's presence.

"I-I saw the news and I thought-" you whimpered, your shoulders shuddering violently just from the thought of him getting hurt.

"Shhhh, c'mon don't cry" he clutched you into a bear hug, resting his chin on top of your head. "I wasn't gonna let some stupid villain kill me when I've got you to come back to"

"I know I was just scared" you sobbed into his chest. "And your phone wasn't -"

You felt him shift as he held your face with his palms "I'm right here now alright? " he placed your hand on his chest, to feel the soothing drum of his heart.

He missed you too. For the whole length of that battle, the only thing he was thinking about was seeing you again so he could cuddle you on the couch. Never did he think he'd be the reason for your tears.

You felt him lift your chin to face him, and before you could say anything, he connected his lips with your trembling ones. Initiating a long passionate kiss which you happily returned. Everything about this felt right, the way his hand caressed your face. The way you hugged him even tighter, pulling your bodies closer together. Not paying detail to his hero costume covered in dust or the building that was brought to the ground.

It was just you and him right now, nobody else.

Slowly you pulled away, breathless as you you couldn't keep your eyes off of his.

"Never thought I'd say this but hell-I missed you"

"You did?" you asked, a grin making it's way onto your face.

"Couldn't stop thinkin about you the whole damn day" he confessed, his words not faltering one bit, yet you knew he was blushing from the way he looked away.

"That makes both of us" you leaned to him once more. Placing one final peck on his lips before helping him back to the ambulance.

You never thought your first kiss would Katsuki would play out like this, but you aren't complaining one single bit. You couldn't ask for anything more than what you have now.

It was perfect.

The end

A/n

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Holy crap guys. In two days it will have been three months since I've had this blog (I don't count my blog that I had for a year back in 2019 because I only wrote with like...two Alastors.) And I woke up this morning to hitting my 300th follower.

I'm really terrible at those follow forever things, plus I know they can sometimes make people feel shitty, so I'm not going to do that. But that's like, 100 followers a month. And I am shook.

I know I've done a big sappy 'thank you' to this rpc before, but I'm about to do it again. Thank you all for being arguably the best community I've been in. Ever. I've been writing since I was 11, and while it wasn't as bad and clique-y back then, there wasn't much of a community either. This is the first time I have genuinely felt a community.

Thank you for loving my spider child. Angel means more to me than anything (other than Eddie Kaspbrak and Steve Harrington too but shhhh I've ignored them for months whoops). I am so connected to this character, and I am my happiest when getting to portray him, whether that be through cosplay or writing. The fact that you guys like my portrayal enough for me to have THREE HUNDRED FOLLOWERS means so much. I get done on myself, but then I remind myself I still have 76 drafts to do so clearly people want to write with me. It's so nice.

Everyone here is so supportive. All the little dash commentary, and writing on people's stuff. It's a nice change. Interactions have been so limited in past fandoms I've been in, so knowing that we can just comment like we are a big family without people being "ew" about it is nice. Knowing people will actually send in memes is nice. Knowing people will create small stories on the dash is nice. I used to honestly hate one liners, and I still much prefer multi-para/novella, but it's fun to do little silly things. You all changed my mind there.

I still have dupe anxiety and I probably always will, but that has nothing to do with the people on here. It has to do with me beating myself up and worrying that my portrayal isn't good compared to others or that I'm the 'lesser Angel.' But there's such a balance here of being being genuine support of every portrayal, it's so nice. No one really ignores anyone else, which is helping that a lot. I don't know if I'm strong enough mentally to interact with other Angels like you guys do (I see you Alastor orgy or whatever), but at least I'm not having a visceral response when seeing one on the dash. You guys have helped that.

Also...thank you for helping me fall in love with Helluva Boss? I had never really watched it prior (I'd seen the pilot and another episode), but you all write the characters so beautifully that it made me want to get into it. I still haven't finished the series, but I have two cosplans on my list from it (maybe three, who knows). I don't know if that would have happened if I hadn't been blown away by your guys' talent.

Thanks for letting me explore dark topics without cancelling me. I got cancelled unfairly in another fandom (which was a fucking HORROR FANDOM come on now), so being able to write out things and know I'm safe to do so is just such a breath of fresh air. This fandom is a breath of fresh air. Glad we are all equally fucked up with our dead dove over here, hahahaha.

So just....thank you. For following me. For writing with me. For creating beautiful worlds with me. 300 followers. I still can't believe that. Wow.

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I don’t know what I’m doing but FUCK IT *chucks oc x canon fanfic into the distance*

Warmth Amidst the Rain

- A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on in these dark moments of mine. I didn’t know I needed you more than ever.

Pairing: Lilya x Verdigris

Word Count: 795 (apparently)

A/N: This is my first fanfic, so it’s not the best. Read this as self insert if you want. I’m also bad at dialogue writing (and decided to write most of this at 2am), so bear with me if you can, okay? Anyways, I think this counts as light angst, since the actual angst supposedly happened in the scene before the stuff that takes place here. Sort of a more vulnerable side of their dynamic, y’know?

Rain. It just doesn’t quite sound right when it’s gradually starting to ascend from the damp ground in droplets. It was growing eerily quieter with each passing minute, with small, plopping sounds echoing wherever she went.

That was what worried Lilya, as she rushed down the rippling sidewalk. She had to find Verdigris soon, the sand of time is growing uncomfortably shallow now.

After a few moments of searching, the muttering of a familiar voice in the distance snapped her out of her thoughts, just in time for her to notice a figure by the edge of the forest nearby.

“Mantén esto a salvo por mí... por favor, Berillus…”

Lilya instantly dashed in the figure’s direction, a slight breath of relief escaping her as she skidded to a halt behind the woman she was looking for. But concern clouded her mind the second she got a closer look at her. She sensed that something was wrong. Very wrong.

Verdigris’ hair and clothes were drenched with rain water, clinging tightly to her skin as she looked down at something in her hands. Flinching momentarily with uneven breaths, it was as if she was a blighted flower in the wind. It was clear that she was indeed, out here this entire time.

Lilya wanted so badly to kick herself in that moment for not noticing her disappearance sooner, but it wasn’t the time for that. Instead, she carefully placed a hand on the brunette’s shoulder. She felt freezing cold to the touch at that point.

“Verdigris…” There was a beat of silence between the two, the sound of rain filling the air around them. She didn’t know what else to say. Lilya’s never really comforted anyone that often, but she wanted to comfort her. Effectively.

“Victor…” Verdigris finally spoke up, but her words came out hoarsely. “He’s gone…they’re all gone now…leaving only pieces of them behind…inanimate pieces…” She didn’t look up from her hands, but Lilya could feel a sense of loneliness and melancholy without even seeing her face. “I’m sorry…he was a good man…” she replied gently. No, no, but that wasn’t good enough of a response, was it?

Suddenly, she remembered the rain-soaked sleeve against her fingertips. A bit hurriedly, Lilya took off her jacket and wrapped it around the arcanist in front of her, giving her shoulders a light squeeze before reluctantly letting go.

Verdigris immediately turned to look back at her, her usual “concerned expression” tainted with something more…sorrowful that she’s trying to bite back. “Lilya, don’t be like this. I’m going to get your clothes wet. You really don’t need to-“

“Shhhh…” the pilot shut down her worries for a moment. She took off her gloves and stuffed them in her pocket, before carefully shifting the hair from Verdigris’ face and wiping away her tears. “I’ll be fine, Verdie. You need this more than me. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, alright?”

Her hands were warm on Verdigris’ face like a beam of sunlight cutting through the dark clouds. She instinctively held onto them with her own hands in hopes of holding that warmth even closer to her. “Am I not cold against your skin? Aren’t you uncomfortable holding me like this?” Verdigris asked softly. “No,” Lilya replied like it was a very obvious thing. “I’m comfortable as long as you’re alright. I…we can’t lose you, okay? It can’t be you…”

Something about those words had struck Verdigris harder than expected, and tears started to well up in her eyes again. She let go of Lilya’s hands and pulled her into a tight embrace, receiving a small surprised gasp in return.

“Вы слишком добры ко мне... как мне заслужить..... все это?”

It was too hard to hold it in anymore, it’s unclear how long it’s been there all these years. But Verdigris couldn’t help but break down in tears against the pilot’s chest in that moment. She’s said those words before, but she’s never been on the receiving end of it, and that felt very different.

Her trembling body felt so delicate in Lilya’s arms, scarily delicate. In that moment, it felt as if one wrong move could shatter the brunette completely. So she held her gently, wanting to hold her tighter, but deciding against it. She lightly caressed her the back of her head comfortingly. “Не волнуйся, я здесь... я всегда буду рядом, когда тебе это понадобится... все будет хорошо, дорогая…” she cooed.

Amidst her blurred vision, Verdigris felt herself being lifted, a firm but warm grip on the side of her knee and shoulder. Was she a child again? Being held and carried home by her father…like old times? It was hard to tell in that moment, but all she heard was “Hold onto me. We’ll be safe soon, солнышко”.

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Head On The Road- Johnny Slaughter (TCM)

Hiya :) This is one of the sex scenes from my series (Two Sides To The Devil). I would love it if you also checked out the series, my masterlist is pinned on my profile and I've made it real easy for you to read it all :) Now back to the smut! Enjoy <33 Word Count: 2,234  Warnings: MDNI, smut, somewhat violent sex

The road you're driving down is a long one. You see it stretch all the way over to the horizon. You're surrounded by absolutely nothing. Every now and then you pass by a house that's surrounded by many acres of land. It's very spacious and different from your life in California but it gives you a sense of calm, you like it. You roll down your window and let the wind explore the inside of the car, carrying its fresh scent and filling your nose. “Where are you taking me?” you're eager to finally eat, after the intense night you had yesterday, you craved food like crazy. He doesn't respond but instead you feel his hand grip your thigh. He looks over to you and gives you a smirk. “What are you doing?” your voice is soft and you're feeling the tingles fire back up between your thighs. “shhhh, don't fight back”. He continues dragging his hands from gripping your thigh to slide it between your thighs until you feel his fingertips graze your cunt. 

You’re wearing a white, flowy skirt and while he's still keeping an eye on the road, he lifts your skirt and slides his hand over to your soaked panties. “So wet for me already, doll?” a proud smirk growing on his face. You blush at the fact that you're wet, he had a diffrent type of spell on you. He starts rubbing your clit with all four of his fingers over your wet panties. You gasp and bite your lip, containing moans that would otherwise reveal how good it feels. Johnny sees you holding back and rubs slightly faster and harder, making it impossible to hold back. You let out little moans as you're firmly gripping the seat below you with both hands. He continues using his fingers to rub your sex, not even looking at you. “Take these off for me” he pulls your panties and lets go, letting it slap your pussy and you feel how the cool air grazes your slit. 

You start taking off your panties but leaving the skirt on. You slide them down your thighs and chuck them in the back seat. You position yourself so you're facing him and put your right leg up on the dash and let your other leg fall behind Johnny's seat. He looks over to your beautiful face, then to your glistening cunt, open and ready for him. He lets out a small chuckle and you smirk at him, not saying anything and just letting him watch your spread legs and tight little pussy. “If I wasn't me, I wouldn't know how to handle you darlin’”, a smug smirk plastered on his face. “Lucky me, that you are you then”, you shoot the smirk back at him. 

After admiring your position he finally brings his hand over to you sex, letting his thumb find your clit and create tight circles around your clit. A moan escapes your lips and you lean your head back until your shoulders rest on the open window frame. Your head sticking out of the window and you feel the wind hit the side of your face as he rubs faster and faster. Your moans get increasingly desperate and you crave his fingers inside you. Without much warning, he slides his index and middle finger into you slowly. You gasp and hear Johnny's breathing get heavier as if he also was getting pleasure from fingering you. His left hand stays gripping the steering wheel and his gaze takes turns between looking at the long empty road and to your drenched pussy. He slides his fingers in and out of your cunt, first slow and sensual. He wants you to feel his fingers, feel his presence inside of your tight pussy.

Later he increases the speed and the wind blowing in your ears gets muffled over your own loud moans. His heavy breathing makes you wetter and you feel your walls closing and tightening over his fingers. “Mmh Johnny, I-mm gonna cum” your words are weak. Instead of keeping a steady pace, he increases the speed and intensity. He’s now pounding hard into your pussy that's getting tighter by the second, you're so close to cumming on his fingers. He starts rubbing your aching clit with his thumb and he's curling his fingers, pressing and caressing your g-spot. He rubs it hard and your moans turn into screams as his fingers freely traverse your insides. You look down at your pussy, seeing his fingers deep inside you. Your white cream coating his hands and dripping to the leather seat below you. “Cum on my fingers, princess” he looks into your eyes, giving you permission and it was as if that was required before you could cum. You cum on his fingers and let out a loud moan as you do so. Your walls tighten around his fingers and he slowly pulls his fingers out.

With shaky breaths, you bring your leg back to the front and the foot on the dash returns back to the car floor. You look at him and he meets your gaze and he licks your cum off his own fingers. His eyes are narrowed and you can tell he wasn't done with you. He grabs your face and pulls you closer to him. He looks at your lips, that are pouting due to the grip he has on you. “Now, let’s make that pretty little mouth of yours useful” he lets go of your face and looks back to the road. You continue looking at the side of his head as you unzip his jeans. You feel your mouth salivating and you bring your full attention to his jeans. You see how tight his jeans fit his bulge, he was so big and he was ready for your pretty little mouth. 

You slide his jeans down and he wiggles around, making it easier for you to slide them down a little to reveal his boxers and hard cock. Before you pull his dick out of his underwear, you look up to him, and he looks down to you with a smirk. You pull him close to give him a quick kiss. You couldn't help yourself. You love this man and this was your way of telling him how much you care about him. You see his smirk turn into a smile and he understands your message. 

You pull his hard cock out of his underwear and you hold it with both your hands, just admiring it for a second. You see the tip being wet from the  pre-cum leaking out and you bring your middle finger to it and pull it away. It was sticky and left a string as you pulled away. He looks down to your hyper-focused face and lets out a chuckle seeing your eyes explore his cock. He doesn't rush you and lets you take your time. You scoot back in your seat and lean closer to his member with your face as you lay your left hand on his abs and wrap your right hand around the bottom of his shaft. You lay your head to his thigh and look up to him with your doe eyes. He looks down and you feel his cock twitch, you can feel the hold you have over this man, it was reciprocated. You start by kissing the bottom of his shaft and continue peppering kisses up his dick, slow kisses and you make your way to his tip. He’s confused by this new sensation. He’s used to having his dick shoved down a woman's throat by now. But you're kissing it… making slow and loving work. 

You open your mouth when you reach his tip. You take a couple of breaths and let him feel your hot breath, tingling and teasing his tip. You stick out your tongue and create slow circles around his tip. His breath was already heavy from all your teasing, but now he let out a gasp. You can tell how much he wants you to just suck or stroke it. But for once, he lets you be in control. You continue licking his tip slowly, and eventually increase the speed until you finally, without warning, wrap your lips around his whole peak. He gasps and you moan as your mouth is filling with saliva. You hold your lips around his peak and continue circling your tongue around his tip. You suck slightly, creating pressure around his cock as your circles become faster and harder. “Fuckkkk darlin’ you’re too damn much” his voice is weak for once, and you realize you finally broke through the man’s tough exterior. 

You reward his vulnerability by letting your lips press harder around his cock and with the help of your slippery saliva, you're able to slide up and down his shaft. You're going down half his cock then back to the tip, then down again. You start off slow as you continue salivating, getting your mouth wetter, drenching his cock in your saliva. You moan into his cock and you're pleasured by his deep groans. He puts his right hand over your head, not putting any pressure, but just making his presence known. You start going at a faster pace and focus mainly on sucking his tip, occasionally circling your tongue around it or going a little further down his shaft. It’s sloppy, it’s soaking wet, it’s too damn much. Johnny’s not afraid to let you know with his grunts and moans how amazing it feels, how amazing you feel. 

After taking good care of his tip, you start inching closer and closer to the bottom of his shaft. You prepare yourself for taking his full length and girth in your throat. You've never been with a man with such size and you're slightly nervous whether or not you're able to take it. But you're determined, whether you like it or not, you will have Johnny's cock in your throat. You slide your lips off his dick and he lets out a frustrated sigh, you can tell how desperate he is, like he’s walking on eggshells trying to keep his patience with you. You give his tip a string of kisses. You look up at him and he looks weak, eyes still narrowed and he's biting his lips, containing himself to just push your head and force his length inside you. 

You take a deep breath and slide your lips all the way down to the bottom of his shaft. You feel his hands grip your hair and he lets out a wonderful groan. You feel his tip massage the back of your throat but you push it further. Your eyes start to water but his deep groans give you energy to push further despite your tears. You feel your throat open and swallow his hard cock. Johnny sounds desperate, his groans turn into grunts, grunts turn into loud moans. You've reached his full length and you feel proud over the fact that you were able to do it. You push a little further and you feel his hips buck into you, making his cock fill the walls of your throat. You feel full of him and you love every second of it, tears are streaming down your face. You make gurgling sounds that vibrate and give an unreal sensation for Johnny. But you won't let go and you continue gurgling and shoving his dick down and he continues bucking his hips and letting beautiful groans escape his throat. Only when you’re close to passing out from the lack of oxygen, do you let go and let your lips slide off his big cock. 

You wrap both your hands around his cock to replace your mouth. You use your hands stroking his length, up and down, fast and hard. He looks down at you and you see a smirk wanting to peek through but he is incapable of giving you any expression other than pure euphoria and numbness from how you ravaged his cock. “Fuckkk you’re making me cum, doll” he looks down at you and you continue stroking his cock with both hands, letting your hands stroke and twist his shaft. You look up at him and give him a smile and you pull closer and give him a passionate kiss. “Please cum for me daddy, I want to taste you”. Your voice is sensual and soft, you need to taste him, badly. 

You feel his cock twitch and you quickly bring your mouth to his tip as you continue stroking his shaft. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip. You want to catch every single drop, nothing is allowed to go to waste. You hear him let out a loud grunt as he empties himself in your mouth. With every load, you make sure to swallow and make room for the next. You're moaning into him and he tastes so good. You stroke his cock slowly, milking him to bring out every last drop. His cock jerks between your hands and he grabs your face and forcefully pulls you close to his lips. He kisses you passionately and intensely like he was refraining from kissing you. You kiss him back with some of his cum still remaining on your tongue, he didn't mind and happily swirled his tongue with yours. 

Link to episode one of the full series -> [Two Sides To The Devil]

[ephemerasnape]

Celebrating One Year of Dark Wizard Debauchery

It was one year ago today that I published Horntail Hell - my first foray into Hogwarts Legacy smut fanfiction.

I feel my writing skills have improved a lot since then, as has my comprehension of the difference between Ashwinders and Poachers much less their individual titles (lol) but upon re-reading HH now it isn't so awful.

It's one of the most in-character portrayals of the player character I've written, that's for sure. I did make a few minor changes, but here.. have it again. RAPE

Poachers x Reader/MC

"This will teach you,” he grunts. “Teach you not to interfere in the affairs of others.”

Horntail Hell

After defeating Ranrok and completing all your quests, you were still itching to explore and interact with the world in the vicinity of Hogwarts. It was really quite lonely. You roamed the countryside for some time looking for fights with Ashwinders, Poachers, and Loyalists – raiding camps you’ve already looted just for the sake of the interaction. Being as powerful as you had become, it had always been easy and ended too soon, that is, until today.

Today you went in swinging to a large poacher camp in a remote area after first observing the occupants in their smart clothing, skull masks, and listening to their banter in working class accents.

“Imperio!” you shout from a distance – not very discretely, and giggle at the ensuing drama. While occupied with their imperioed comrade, you eagerly enter the fray.

After outright slaughtering the first few poachers, to shouts of “What have you done?” from the others, an absolute legion of poachers descended upon you. As cocky and overconfident as you were, you didn’t bat an eye and began slinging dark curses right and left. You didn’t realize how frequently you were being hit. In the fog of war, you didn’t get a chance to take a Wiggenweld potion.

“To your knees!” a dashing figure shouted, right before you would do just that – collapse to your knees and lose consciousness.

When you come around, you notice that you cannot move. You are staring at the ceiling of a large, tattered tent. Looking desperately to the left and the right, you see both wrists and ankles are tied to the frame of a fairly small bed. You pull and struggle against the bonds in vain. That’s when you notice it – the roars of a crowd interspersed with those of dragons. Then it dawns on you – you must be at the new Horntail Hall.

You are being held captive by the poachers. Struggling harder, you think about whether you might be able to summon your wand wordlessly and wandlessly. You try it dozens of times, shouting “accio wand!” in your head over and over until you are blue in the face, but the wand never comes. You really need to work on your wandless and non-verbal magic. You have become far too complacent given your fancy clothes, imbued with offensive spells, and ancient magic abilities. But you can’t channel ancient magic for something like this.

You freeze as a sinister presence makes itself known. “My, my, my, what have we here?”

You struggle harder as the masked poacher approaches you.

“A helpless little mooncalf. Such a young thing, and so pretty too,” he says in a low voice.

“Too bad we have to turn you over.” He has gotten far too close, and you can smell his cologne. “I would like to keep you for myself,” you pull against your bonds harder, grunting. “It’s lovely watching you try to free yourself, but you should know that the bonds that hold you are not only physical. There is no way you are escaping your just fate here.”

“I will never give in!” you stay obstinately, making a show of struggling even harder.

“Shhhh, little one,” the poacher whispers, leaning forward to stroke your face. “There’s nothing more to be done. You are ours, and soon you will understand that.”

“I will never be yours!” you shout.

The poacher chuckles. “We've had our eyes on you to begin with, what with all the trouble you’ve caused,” the man explains, “but to come in and ruthlessly murder my friends, well, I just can’t let that go unpunished.”

His rough fingers run down your face to your neck, where he applies slight pressure to your windpipe. “You should be begging me for mercy,” he hisses. You swallow thickly as his long fingers move lower, and abruptly he uses both hands to rip your shirt down the front.

“That’s better,” the man breathes, roughly kneading your breasts.

“No!” you shout, “please don’t..”

Your cries fall on deaf ears, at least the poacher in front of you doesn’t stop, but soon you two are not alone. You notice the roars of the dragons and crowd have ceased, and now a group of masked men - poachers and Ashwinders of all stripes - are entering your area of the hall. Your heart pounds out of your chest as they walk towards you. “Mulligan,” one says, “you can’t keep this one all to yourself.” You can hear the grin in his voice as he addresses you. “This girl must pay for what she’s done.”

“Divesto!” he shouts, pointing his wand at you. Without ceremony, you are completely naked. You look around the room frantically, tugging against your bonds. “No, please,” you whisper, fearing what is coming next.

“Be a good little girl for us and let us have our way with you, and you won’t get hurt.”

“I will never submit to the likes of you!” you shout.

Another man steps forward and smacks you hard on the face. “You will, and you will love it,” he hisses, and you can feel his breath on your skin.

With one hand around your neck, the man positions himself between your forcibly spread legs. 

“No..” you whimper helplessly as he fishes his erection out of his trousers.

“Yes,” he laughs before thrusting himself deeply into you. You’re dry, you’ve never done this before and it hurts. You cry out as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his hand tightening around your throat.

“Gods, so tight.  This will teach you,” he grunts. “Teach you not to interfere in the affairs of others.”

He thrusts into you mercilessly, and you feel yourself begin to slicken his entry – whether it is lubrication or blood you are not sure, but it begins to feel a bit better. Still, the tears flow down your face freely as the elegantly-dressed yet coarse man abuses your body.

“That’s it. That's a good little capeflapper, taking my cock so well,” the man groans on top of you, lifting his mask up half way to expose his mouth, which descends upon yours, devouring. You close your eyes, your face screwed up into a grimace as the man ravishes your mouth, his cock stretching your pussy obscenely. When he finally stops kissing you, you can still taste him in your mouth, and you long to spit and wretch to get rid of the taste, but you fear what consequences that reaction may have. You resign yourself to tolerate whatever these brutes do to you – you know you are strong enough. You have to keep your wits about you in order to escape when you get the chance. Your resolve emboldens you, although your eyes are still filled with tears.

“There, there,” the man on top of you captures your attention with mock comfort. “It’ll be over soon. You should enjoy this while you can,” he groans, punctuating the statement with a particularly hard thrust.

“This pussy is so good, boys.. Make sure you get some when I’ve finished.”

You shudder with anticipation of what’s to come – more rape. You should have expected this from being captured by men who are so selfish and unscrupulous.

The man on top of you is snapping his hips into you at a punishing pace. “Good little slut,” he groans. “Can almost forget that you’re a cold-blooded killer.”

“How do you feel about becoming a mother at your age?” he grins, before moaning loudly. “Oh, Merlin. I’m going to come.”

His thrusts become erratic and he lowers his lips to yours again. This time you meekly acquiesce, allowing him his way with your mouth. “Fuck!” he shouts, stilling deeply inside of you. You can almost feel his seed filling your womb, and you pray you can cast a contraception charm in the near future.

With the well-dressed poacher collapsed on top of you, his fluids beginning to leak out of your ravaged cunt, you remember the other men in the room. “Come on, Richards,” the original one states, “you’ve had your turn.”

You are in for a long night..

[mayakern]

Just jumping in here to add that support - it’s so difficult to find a well-fitting, comfortable skirt when you are fat and that difficulty goes up significantly when you want it to be ADORABLE too.

Ugh and shopping online is JUST as frustrating sometimes because not every size chart is made equal and not every size chart is made accurate. Shops will be like “we are plus-size 😏” and only go up to a 1x (😒) Sometimes I get stuff in the mail that SHOULD have fit but it doesn’t! And that’s so absolutely demoralizing when I already can’t shop at the average fucking store because of my size.

And then prices!!! I can afford it! $60 isn’t chump change for a lot of people - but it is so much more accessible then a lot of shit out there and I feel so fucking grateful that I can purchase what you lay out.

Especially because I love pastel fashion! And you actually have shit I can wear!!!! And it’s not just a basic skirt - (here hello it’s our 18th skirt in the same shade of mauve or plum 😬 just for you larger sized ppl lol) they’re GORGEOUS. They’re varied!!!! They’re different!!!!!!

I have eyed your skirts for such a long time and I finally just bought the beautiful ocean one and I feel SOOOO happy that I can wear something that cute and I feel CONFIDENT it’s going to fit even before it’s here and that I can afford it.

I get where people are coming from with natural fabrics I guess but I feel so protective of you every time that comes up as a consistent complaint because ugh you can’t solve every problem! You’re a small business that’s already doing what you can!

Every time I see this stuff roll across my dash, I’m like “shhh…. shhhh let me buy the pretty and affordable and inclusive skirts in peace, we understand, it’s not gonna happen right now, Maya’s already talked about this….omg look at the pretty waves take my money now.”

Sorry for all my swearing I just!!! You’re doing a good job!!! I swear all of it was just vehement enthusiasm for your good job. 💖💖💖 Thank you for what you do.

aw thank you this is incredibly sweet 🥺🥺

honestly i deal with this in my own life. i’ve been trying to find a cute and comfortable yellow crop top for a summer time version of my wario costume (which i usually wear a turtleneck for) and the shein/romwe/alieexpress listings have infected EVERYTHING making it so hard to search for anything bc all the listings will have a 3X option but then you’ll realize the 3X is, at most, a size 18 👹👹👹

obviously letter sizes mean NOTHING and we try not to use them too much in the store as your precise measurements will always give a MUCH better fit, but still that’s goddamn ridiculous

ANYWAY thank you for the kind words and i hope you love your skirt. also, as a general note, on the off chance one of our garments doesn’t fit you, especially if it is too small, we are always happy to do exchanges (if we have the appropriate size on hand) or returns. i would always rather people have a garment that fits and is comfortable or nothing, vs something they can’t wear.

[call-me-frosting-or-not-idc]

~~~INTRO POST~~~

name: FrostiOak or Oak or Frosti or whatever really. Oak is my favorite name though! Another name is Charlie <3 ! ! ! !

pronouns: you can use anything. It doesn’t bother me :) but I do like they/them :D

wonderful things: sunrises, sunsets, listening to music on a rainy day, curling up in a blanket watching your fave show, eating comfort snacks while hanging out with others late at night, seeing my lovely mutuals on my dash, a fireplace on a cold day/the sound of a crackling fire, the sound of rainnn and thunder, a bunch of tea, gender euphoria, sitting on the bathroom floor for some reason but only sometimes (I’ll continue to add to this)

Media I love: oh god well It’s a lot and I switch around a lot so yeah. So uhhh just ask and I’ll say if I watch it or not!!!

Fave colors: all of them but like purple is really pretty. And so is green. And blue. I guess my fave colors are like all of them ok? I also love a nice light rosy color. Ooo and red can be prettyyy and so can a nice yellow!! Actually I just love colors

Random notes:

Am non-binary.

My father is @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons

I’m really distracted easy so if I miss a tag or whatever I didn’t mean to sorry

Oh also I tend to reblog like excessively sorry.

I forget to tag a lot but I’ll try to be better I promise… unlikely to happen though…

I make art sometimes!!! It’s mostly on my other blog though>>> @frostings-silly-little-art-blog

Stupid gimmick blog (practically dead but shhhh)>>> @iturnpoststomorsecode

Another gimmick blog (I’m inactive on it tbh)>>> @is-there-deer-in-the-post

dms and asks always make me smile:) so don’t be shy I’ll try and respond as soon as possible!!!

Also my asks are totally open if you wanna talk about a headcanon an oc or maybe story you’re interested in, a hobby? Honestly anything! I’d love to hear!!!

I might explode if you ask me about my ocs (please do I don’t talk about them enough)

Pronouns page ⬇️⬇️

My fave Spotify playlist⬇️⬇️

[shutup-andletme-go]

happy new year!!

if anyone had told me this time last year that I was gonna make a heap of friends here I wouldnt have believed you but here we are! and im so happy to know you or just be around and reblog your posts, youve all made my year a lot brighter <3

@pealeii id love to talk more with you, you're super fun! but even if we don't i love seeing ur posts on my dash

@drinkin-cherryschnapps reese! ive loved talking about your nutcracker au over the last few days and I hope we keep talking, about the au or just in general <33

@brek-by-brek ely I really don't talk to you but im always always delighted to see you in my notifs or on my dash :)

@thatoneandlonelyemo2005 mack I adore your writing sm <333

@quackethh tay u are a ball of dazzling light and so much fun, rise up rizzlords

@just-sarah-xx sarah <3 i haven't known you for that long but you're very fabulous and I'm so glad we're friends, I can't wait to talk about newsies with you!!!! (also shhhh i totally didn't copy this idea from you no way)

@antisocialgaycat where do I start? I can't believe I've only known you for like, six months that's mad. from all the times we spent ragging on each other's teams to the newsies hunger game au we didn't really start to our first ever conversation when I asked u about sazzy and the foxes to putting up with me crushing on a new girl every five minutes and all the hard times when we've vented to each other, it feels like weve known each other for a lot longer than six months... i will continue to love and appreciate u and our friendship even if u still support the matildas xx

and to all of my other friends, followers, and people I reblog stuff from- tysm for existing ily all 💗

[opheliajupiter99]

MLP Broodmother Virus: End of the Rainbow (I realized I hadn't addressed Rainbow Dash in quite a while so, here ya go)

*Rainbow Dash was laying sprawled out in the bed of her cell, staring up at the ceiling blankly. She had recently 'birthed' her larva, and ever since she'd felt exhausted, doing little more than laying in her bed and getting lost in her own bitter, hateful thoughts. She'd been laying there for who knows how long, when suddenly, the facility's warning lights began to flash, blaring a loud alarm as they did so, indicating some kind of breach.*

*She sat up in her bed, staring at the door, seeing brief glimpses of rushed movement through the window built into it, sounds of muffled screams and what sounded like fighting ringing through the halls as the alarms continued to blare, so loud it nearly drowned out the sounds of panic. Eventually, a set of shaking hooves came to a stop at her door, and swiftly kicked at the middle of said door, causing it to buckle, enough that the lock's grip on it loosened and it swung open weakly.*

(Gore and body horror warning below this marker)

*Stood in the doorway was Pinkie Pie, coat matted with blood in various places, red eyes wide, a wide smile upon her face, and shaking legs looking like they struggled to keep her upright, and yet somehow, she stood regardless. Trailing behind her were two plump pink larvae, roughly the size of a small dog, though had gotten a bit bigger since first born, and two slightly smaller larvae, mostly blue in color with multicolored, stubby legs.*

*Rainbow just sat there on her bed for a moment, reeling at the sight before her. Her disgust quickly arrived, but it was even quicker drowned out by her rage, all questions of if everypony was okay and if she'd live to exit this room lost amidst the anger.*

Rainbow: Pinkie! What the fuck is wrong with you?! How dare you even -look- at me again! Or bring those...things!

*Pinkie's smile quickly faded, turning to a pout of disappointment.*

Pinkie: Still upset about the cupcakes? Aw...I was really hoping you'd feel better by now. Are you tired?

Rainbow: Of course I'm still upset! And yeah, I'm tired, and why the hell wouldn't I be after all you've put me through?!

*Pinkie held up a bloody hoof in a 'shush' motion*

Pinkie: Shhhh...you're scaring the babies!

Rainbow: 'Babies'?! Those freaks aren't babies, they're monsters! *She huffed* But I don't expect -you- to realize that. You're not Pinkie - not anymore.

*For the first time, Pinkie looked upset, her brow furrowing. She stared at Rainbow for a moment, then sighed.*

Pinkie: I guess I won't convince you then. It's okay Rainbow, not everybody can ascend. I was just really hoping you would...but if that's what you think of me then, okay. Don't be scared, you'll probably go in your sleep.

Rainbow:...W-What?

*Pinkie turned around to leave, clopping out of Rainbow's cell, trailed by the four larvae. Rainbow attempted to quickly rise from her bed to follow after her, but her legs buckled under her, causing her to collapse to the floor, and despite her attempts to rise to her hooves, she was too weak to do so.*

(Art of Rainbow Dash's larva)

Pinkie has managed to brute-force her way out of the facility while Twilight's away, bringing with her both her own larvae and Rainbow's, since she knew Rainbow would likely refuse to care for them.

She's named her own pair Sprinkle and Cupcake, and Rainbow's pair Goldie and Potluck. The 'Copycat' species itself still seems harmless on its own, but it's effect on ponies is truly devastating.

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

People I'd Like to Know Better

aaaa I'm flattered, ty for the tag @obsessedwhyyes!! I haven't done one of these in forever! <3

Last Song: This incredible Armenian Old McDonald song now lives permanently rent-free in my head thanks to instagram reels. But otherwise it was Madison Beer - 15 Minutes

Favourite Colour: I've never been able to decide between Pink, Purple, or Blue (bisexual flag hii)

Currently Watching: My partner & I have been rewatching Daria during dinner every night, and that's been fun. But otherwise I haven't really been watching a series, just various true crime or investigative documentaries have been on while I work

Last Movie: I watched Back to Black on an airplane earlier this month. It was definitely dramatized events but it wasn't bad, and I'm a sucker for music biopics.

Sweet/spicy/savoury?: spicy, always spicy. I don't do "spicy just for the sake of spicy" or to prove a point though, it has to be enjoyable. So, somewhere below ghost pepper haha

Current Obsession: Look at my blog and take a guess lol. It's Astarion, it's always Astarion, I could talk about him all day, look at him all day, listen to him all day, think about him all day, etc lol. It's bad, I've been down bad for the fictional vampire since I started BG3 in February and I don't see that stopping anytime soon

Last Thing I Googled: "where to sit red rocks reddit” self explanatory but it's cause I'm going to a concert there for the first time next month while I'm in Denver for work. Supposed to be gorgeous

No Pressure Tags: tagging some moots but no pressure ofc @manypathstotread @ewy-na @sosolovesapplesauce @dragon--sage @krazykitsune & anyone who saw this on your dash that wants to do it, pretend i tagged you shhhh

[not-really-a-writer]

Drunk Dial

Summary: Fives is fun and he's full of surprises. One night he catches you off guard with a call. 😊

ARC Trooper Fives x reader

Warnings: fluff, suggestive language, drinking/intoxication, dating/new relationship dynamics

You lift your eyes away from your holopad when a chime across the room commands your attention. It's late. Your chrono device displays the time, and has chimed on top of the hour to let you know that it is definitely late enough to start getting ready for bed.

It has been a quiet evening at home. You finished your workday and did a little grocery shopping at the market down the street. Then, you settled in your apartment for the night to get caught up on the latest novel series that your friends had been raving about. It was what you wanted to to this particular night.

In contrast, a quiet evening at home wasn't in the cards for your most recent love interest - a dashing ARC Trooper with a mischievous demeanor and a face tattoo of a "5" numeral. His name was based on his trooper number, you learned. CT-5555, was the name he was created with. "Fives" was the name he chose.

You had met some months ago, and during that time, you had been seeing each other here and there, slowly getting to know each other between the long missions and times that he was off-planet.

It was hard to hold back. He was bursting at the seams with natural charm, intelligence and true, genuine kindness. He had an enthusiasm about life that really inspired you. These were qualities that you had not found often in men that you dated. But you wanted to take the time to properly get to know each other before jumping into a committed relationship.

So on this particular night, Fives said he was going out with the boys to some wild and crazy club they had mentioned. A small part of you thrummed with jealousy. You had heard of that place. Women would brag about picking up any one of those handsome troopers. You'd never had the guts to go make such a bold move yourself so you envied the ladies who had the confidence and looks to go there on their own. Tonight would be no exception. On a busy night like tonight, you were sure more than a handful of people would make a pass at someone like Fives. Why wouldn't they? You couldn't blame them.

You push the thought out of your mind. He wasn't really yours. You were just dating, not committed. He was free to go home with any of those women.

After going through your nightly routine, you settle in bed. And just as you began to drift off asleep, you're awakened by a buzzing on your night stand.

Incoming video transmission

"Fives??? Now??" you say in the near-darkness of your room. You sit up in bed and smooth out the top part of your nightgown to make sure you're covered and presentable.

"Hey," you say, accepting the transmission.

"Ohhh! Shhhh, There she is," you hear someone say in the background.

"Hey, did I wake you up, sleepyhead?" Fives says, looking at you through the holodevice. His smile carries an apologetic tint. What a sweetheart.

"Not really," you say, "I wasn't sleep yet." You grin back at him, letting him know that you aren't mad for being woken up. You are in fact curious about why he has decided to call you in the middle of his boys night. "What's up? Are you still having your boys night?" you ask.

"Yeah! Whoooo!" you hear someone shout in the background. You see some other clones come into the picture, wrapping their arms around Fives' neck. Fives shruggs them off and plants a palm on one of their faces, pushing him away. "Eyyy now, let me talk to my lady," Fives slurs.

You can tell Fives had been drinking. Maybe even a little drunk at this point.

"Ohhh, you've got a lady now, Fives?" you hear someone tease off-camera.

"Hey now, I'm still here," you say, chuckling. It was an attempt to save Fives from answering such an uncomfortable question.

And it works. "Alright, alright..." you hear the clone say, backing off.

"How has your night been?" Fives asks you, ignoring the heckling in the background.

"Good. I just made some tea. Read a good part of my book. Took a nice bath before getting in bed," you say.

"Ohhh, nice. You know, I'm glad you got to download that book finally. You said you wanted to read it the laaaast time I was on planet!" Fives says, laughing. "And that was a while back already."

"Yeah, I know!" you reply. "I just had to finish that other book before starting a new series. You know, the one you suggested reading?" You roll your eyes at his teasing. Fives was an avid reader, just like you. And it was one of the common interests that you talked about when you were together.

Fives says nothing but continues to gaze at you through the holodevice. "I'm glad I got to call you while I was away on that last mission," Fives says, his voice softening. "It's just nice to talk to someone.... about something other than the war."

"Aww," you say out loud. "I'm also glad we got to talk. I like hearing from you."

"Even though every day is basically the same day every day for me?" Fives asks, his words slurring a bit.

"Not every day," you retort gently.

"And all I ever have to talk about is dumb shenanigans with these boys?" Fives asks, motioning backward toward his brothers.

You laugh quietly, gazing back at him. "I like hearing about you and your brothers and all the dumb stuff." You pause before speaking your next words. "I like a lot of things about you, Fives. I really do."

Fives blinks and looks away for a moment before speaking next. "You know, there's a lot of things I really like about you too. I wouldn't have kept in touch all this time, between all the missions and stuff, if I didn't think that... we had some kind of potential for something more. At least, that's what I have been hoping for," Fives says sheepishly.

"Oh, babe, you're really drunk right now," you say, stalling for time in addressing his confession.

You see him recoil in surprise, perhaps a little hurt. But you jump in to save the moment. "Listen, Fives. I - " you begin nervously. "I really feel the same way about you. I'm really ... careful.. about who I open up to." You pause to take a deep breath before making your confession. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't falling for you," you release the rest of your shaky breath from your chest.

The way Fives smiles in reaction to your words lights up your entire room, and makes the tight feeling in your chest subside. You can do nothing but smile and giggle back, relishing in the feeling of knowing that your budding feelings for him were mutual.

"Listen, I wanna see you - " Fives starts, but then he is cut off.

"Heyy Fives!" you hear another voice interrupting in the background. "We need you for the next round!"

"Well, I'll be here whenever you want to come over," you say.

"Fives?!?! Next round?" you hear a female voice call out.

Fives rolls his eyes before looking back at you and responding. "Nah, boys. I'm calling it a night."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Hey, you said 'whenever', " Fives says to you.

"I know, but I was thinking maybe tomorrow. I didn't want to ruin your boys night," you say.

"Nah, you didn't ruin it. You only made it better," Fives says with his signature smirk. "See ya in a bit," he says before winking and ending the transmission.

This man. You thank the lucky stars that you had had the chance to meet such a wonderful person. You rest your eyes for a moment but you're not tired in the least.

A vaguely familiar feeling had taken hold of you. Something that you had known once long ago, but hadn't felt it since. Might it be love? Maybe, maybe not. It was too soon to tell. But you were absolutely sure you wanted to give it a shot with this one. He was worth it.