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strayheartless · 1 year ago

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Strifehart story idea:

I love totally functioning and loving relationship Strifehart, but I also like 'worked really hard to get to that point' strifehart. I don't think it was easy for either of them to be vulnrable with eachother; they are both increadibly closed off and somewhat cold as people. So I've been formulating this slow-ish burn fic that I want on opinion on?

So it starts with Tifa and Cloud deciding to stay in Radient Gardens after the events of KH2. Cloud's been searching for Zack, which has led him down more dark paths than is strictly healthy and he decides to stay for a while and help Tifa set up her new bar.

Along the way he somehow gets pulled into helping with the RGRC (by Aerith and Yuffie) and via this has a proper introduction with Squall. They work together on some projects and get along well enough in so much as they like the fact that they can work in the same room together in silence and not irritate each other.

One night they are up late working on the new hydroelectric power generator for the city hall. When they finally finish Leon suggests Cloud crash in his spare room instead of dragging himself all the way to seventh heaven across town. Cloud accepts and when they get in Squall offers him a drink and they sit and chat for a while.

Niether of them know what led them to kiss. It wasn't the 'mood of the moment' and they certainly weren't drunk, but they do kiss, and then in a move neither of them saw coming they end up sleeping together.

Cloud is out of the house before the sun rises the next morning, and Squall doesn't feel bothered by it. But then it keeps happening. Never at work, and always in Squalls house, never Clouds apartment. Cloud is always gone before Squall is awake, and they never ever talk about it, or even reference it in passing.

Thing's start to get complicated however, when Cloud decides that he's spent enough time 'playing house' and needs to go back out to make sure Sephiroth is still discorporated, and to search for any signs of when happened to Zack.

Squall is...

Squall is bothered by it. Not by Cloud looking for Zack, He knows thats long and complicated and not his business anyhow. He's not the Jelous type, and he's certainly not going to be jelous over a relationship he doesn't even have! But he finds himself feeling strangly hollow when he turns around and Cloud is not there in his office, or on construction sights.

He starts thinking about it more and more; agonisisng over the fact that when he's alone in bed, while he knows Cloud is on a different world, he can feel Cloud's absence next to him. It drives Squall mad.

It takes a while for him to figure out that he's falling for Cloud and when Cloud finally comes back, waking up without him there after their nights together starts to hurt. He wonders if he's letting himself be used, and the voice in the back of his head that sounds an awful lot like Rinoa tells him 'if he feels like that he needs to talk to Cloud'.

In true Squall Leonhart fashion however he doesn't and it begins to fester. Until one night when Squalls at home and can't sleep, he is pulled from his brooding over the kettle by a knock at the door.

It's two o'clock in the morning, everyone in the city is usually asleep by now, yet when he opens the door he find's Cloud, glassy eyed and frightened. He immidiatly ushers the other man in, checking him over and getting him to sit on the couch.

it doesn't take long to realise whats happened. Aerith and Tifa had warned all of them that Cloud's mental health was delicate. Squall had seen him have episodes before, but they were usually short bursts of forgetfulness; moments where Cloud would become agitated by not remembering what he'd done with a tool. This was something wholey more frightening.

Cloud didn't know why he'd come to Squall or what had caused him to feel he had to seek someone out. There were lucid moments where he'd answer to his name and others where he would look straight through Squall when the man called to him.

Squall eventually gets Cloud to lie down in the spare room, but after about an hour Cloud is up and crawling into Squalls bed and Squall doesn't know what to do to offer comfort except let Cloud sleep holding his hand; letting him hear Squalls breathing and his heart beat.

The next morning Cloud wakes to the smell of warm coffee and omlette. He tries to emotionally unvailable his way out of the door but Squall won't let him get away with it. in hind sight he could probably overpower Squall but that irritating ache thats been in his heart since he started sleeping with the man makes him stay.

Squall won't let up on the hard stares over breakfast and Cloud refuses to elaborate on what happened. Eventually they come to a stalemate and have to go to work.

but something changes between them. There's still a distinct lack of communication. Squall still feels like he's letting himself be used and its beginning to hurt more than he is willing to admit. Cloud is still fighting against every molicule in his body over how fast he's fallen for Squall. However, there is no Denying things are different.

Their eye's linger on each other now, where they hadn't before. Cloud at least lets Squall wake up before he leaves. people notice that they move differently with eachother, and Aeirth thinks thier secretly dating and she teases a very distressed Cloud over it until she realises that he looks like he wants to cry, but doesn't

Their frequent meetings don't exactly "change". They still have sex, Cloud still leaves, and they still don't adress it even inside the walls of Squalls house.

The fact that some nights they have to stop because Cloud has started crying is new though. Squall is always the one who puts a stop to it because he can see quite clearly that Cloud is incredibly vulnrable. Its scary to watch because Cloud doesn't cry. It's scary for Cloud too because he doesn't cry.

the whole thing comes to a head when Cloud turns up one night looking badly beaten. He'd picked a fight with a hearless swarm while looking for clues on Zack and ended up having to crawl through a dark corridor just to escape. He's unconcerned for his own state of being and Squalls had it with him. He drags Cloud into the bathroom and rants and raves at him while cleaning him up and casting healing spells over broken ribs.

He yells about how stupid and reckless and dumb you have to be to go up against a swarm on your own. He yells about the fact that Cloud has spent too long being allowed to get away with all this stupid behaviour and that he's going to get himself killed and...

"And how do you think I'll feel huh? when you die and I'm just here waiting for you to come back like the stupid fucking idiot that I am! when I'm sat here fucking wondering why the hell I let myself fall in love with you. God I'm so fucking stupid, this is ridiculous, I'm just convenient for you and I should be fine with that, but I'm not and its just so FUCKING STUPID!"

The door to the cabinet gets slammed so hard it comes off of a hinge, and suddely Cloud is staring at Squall who has dropped to a crouch, hands still holding on to the counter above him, as he lets out a scream of fustration that he muffles betreen his forearms.

Cloud is so dumb struck that he can only slip off of the counter, and kneel on the floor to hug Squall from behind.

After that they finally talk about what they've been doing. Its not easy; both of then have never been masters of the spoken word, but they realise that they've both been hurting eachother without realising it. Cloud by leaving Squall alone to feel used, and Squall by not seeing that Clouds tears and vulnrability was a plea to be more to him.

They discuss bounderies and ways they can communicate better. They talk about moving past just sleeping together and attempting something like a relationship. They negotiate likes and dislikes, needs and wants, hopes and fears.

In short they start the long road to being a functional and healthy couple.

#kingdom hearts #cloud strife #kh2 #squall leonhart #kh leon #kh cloud #strifehart #squall x cloud #leon x cloud #Squal “leon” loenhart #Strifehart fic #Strifehart headcanons #fic idea #zack fair #kh zack fair

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luffyvace · 10 months ago

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I just need ussop x male reader head cannons I can never find any cus I can definitely see them kissing and then ussop bragging about it as is he wasn’t sweating and race red please 🙏 I love your work it makes me smile at how silly it is smt 💙

I KNOWWWW I never see any usopp x male reader!!! 💥💥

awww that scenario is so cute and true <3

THANK YOU!!! That’s so kind of you to say! Yesss I’m so glad you enjoy my siliness because my writing always has been and always will be ;D 💖💖

Honestly Usopp probably isn’t fazed much about the fact that your a male

he’s educated on lgbtq+ and if you hc him to be apart of them that’s probably why!

So he’s not much flustered or surprised at the fact that he likes a guy just the fact that he likes YOU.

and your!- just!- yoursoepicsoawesomesoincrediblesobreathtakingsostunningsoastoundingsoextrodinaryso-

LIKE YOUR JUST SO COOL!-

i mean I guess he could’ve just said that buuuut

’cool’ is not cool enough of a word to describe you😉

alr that was a terrible dad joke but anyway-

thats not the point! The point is!….it really doesn’t matter your gender he just thinks your phenomenal (pan usopp? I’ll let you decide…)

the strawhats also don’t mind!

now every time I write they’re reactions it’s the same so I’m not doing it all over again- 😆

just a few honorable mentions :)

first off Robin knew it’d happen all along and nami got paid from the bets of it

Sanji doesn’t get the appeal but he knows every man isn’t the same (my boy zoro scarred him) and so is everyone’s preferences. (he supports)

luffy suggests to throw a party (just as an excuse to have one) but it’s not a bad excuse so you guys through one anyway

and yeah that’s all your getting 🥰

usopp tells the strawhats (probably luffy first) that you two are dating

he’s so excited when he does 💗

as soon as you say yes he’s running off to find everyone, (again- luffy first) shouting at the top of his lungs that you two are an item

okay on to your scenario~ 😊

*chuu*~ usopp gives you a little kiss on the lips (for the first time)

his face gets as red as a rose while standing there computing that he singlehandedly just had his first kiss with you and in general

you blinked and he’s already bolted off to go brag to the rest of the crew

specifically sanji, luffy, chopper and franky/brook

why them specifically?

Sanji because he didn’t even get to kiss at least Charlotte + plus he got his first kiss and partner before him

luffy & chopper because those are his loser bsfs

franky and brook? because he’s way younger than them and he got his first kiss before them 😂😂

he basically couldn’t stop boasting about it for a week straight

even then he’ll bring it up every chance he gets

”you may be strong sanji but at least I’ve had my first kiss” 😁☝️

his love languages are physical touch & gift giving (quality time too)

he will never not be shy about physical touch 💗

he just never gets used to it

his affections? (🤗) he lives for every form of physical touch ever from you

kiss on the cheek/forehead/lips/temple/hand, cuddles, linking pinkies/hold hands, footsie, high fives, shoulders/knees touches

you name it he wants it

seriously even the little stuff- generally before you start dating

Because then he’s even more shy/nervous around you

I haven’t mentioned that but he definitely is

he doesn’t know what to not do or how to act

yes those precisely bc he worries he’ll screw smth up by doing smth you don’t like

as far as how to act he simply doesn’t know what to do with himself around you

he becomes very self conscious

I’m sure quite a few peeps do in front of they’re crush ^v^

making you laugh counts as a love language for him

he loves the sound of your laughter. it lets him know he’s making you happy

he’s really worried about being a good boyfriend

so when he’s able to make you laugh he knows he’s doing something right

with quality time it’s all about the fact that he looooves to be around you!

whenever your away?

*goes to find you/asks around about your whereabouts* “hey m/n whatcha doin?” 😋

don’t get me wrong he’s not clingy the man still has hobbies—you know working in the usopp factory n such

But he does like to spend a good portion of his day with his lover 💛 (who doesn’t?)

gift giving is heavily his thing since he can give you his tinctures

you know cuz he likes to make stuff?

especially if your weak

then you can defend yourself

and he won’t have to worry about you <3

even if you are strong he’ll still make you stuff :P

maybe something that can help in battle but since you can handle yourself it likely protain to other things you like

if your strong he 💯 runs to you to protect him when danger comes

”YEAH!! M/N’S GONNA BEAT YOU UP! YOU BETTER NOT MESS WITH US!!”

(he’s saying this as he runs away :3)

if he ever manages to save you he’d be so proud of himself and brag to everyone about it

”yeah!! I saved m/n’s BUTT!” 😼

he keeps retelling the story more dramatic a each time and the only one still buying it is chopper <3

even luffy don’t believe him no more 🗿

If your weak he will protect you with everything he’s got!

even if that ain’t much 💪

which it’s essentially just him telling you to run, stalling, then running away himself

He likely leads the threat to someone who can defeat them and takes the credits 😎

random :)

he is most certainly simping if you have abs

like he would just loooove to watch you work out 😍😍🙏

if you met back in syrup village he probably followed you everywhere

like you were his only friend before the usopp pirates type thing

Btw you were the vice captian of said group

If you’ve known each other for that long it’s likely love and not just a crush by now but you label it 🤷‍♀️

if not then when you helped save his village he prob developed a crush on you then

how bravely you fought 😍 (even if you were crying like him)

Or maybe he goes to your island and he finds you very cool (even if your not physically strong)

either way he romanticizes how you really are and develops a crush on that idea of you. BUT- dw he DOES genuinely love you ‼️

quick mention on kaya- lets say him, you and kaya were just close friends and they weren’t crushing on each other

you, chopper, usopp and luffy are a group- ain’t no doubt about it c;

y’all are always being silly 😜

If your the mature one of the group your gonna go crazy 🤗🤗 not crazier than nami

Pranks also happen a lot (water bucket on door, stealing stuff, ding dong ditching etc.. little harmless stuff 😚)

overall usopp boyfriend review and rating? 100/100 green flag please date him

Usopp def needs some more content ! Male reader particularly

Hope you enjoy lovely nonny~♡

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adarafaelbarba · 11 months ago

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Papa Joe having to visit school

Joe rushes into the administrative building, ready to learn what the hell happened when he sees Sofia sitting outside, head bowed.

"Mi todo, what happened?" He kneels in front of her so she'll look at him.

"I didn't start it, papa. They were calling me names. I didn't want them to do that. So I punched them. Lo siento." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she tried her best not to look at him.

He was about to ask what names she'd been called when the principal's assistant opened the door. "Mr. Velasco, come inside, your wife is waiting with the principal." For fear of bursting out in rage in front of his daughter, he didn't correct the woman. Instead, he kissed the top of Sofia's head, then got up and followed the woman inside.

You could see the anger in his eyes as soon as you looked at him. "Where are the kids who started this?!" He asked, glaring at the principal.

"I'm sorry? You must've had this all mixed up. Your daughter is the one who punched those kids."

Joe didn't bother to sit down, opting to stand by the door and look at the two of you. "Did you ever stop to wonder why she did it? Of course not.

You were just as confused as the principal was. "Joe--"

"They called her names. I want to know what else they've done because my daughter's first response is never violence. I've taught her better than that!"

At this, you got out of your chair too, "names?! What names?!" You demanded to know.

"It does not matter. What matters is we do not condone violence at this school Mrs. and Mr. Velasco--"

"What. Names?!" You asked again, sure that your anger was now equal to your best friend's anger.

The principal started scribbling on a piece of paper, stammering about how it should not be repeated, then handed it to you. As soon as you read it you wanted to tear it up before Joe could see it, knowing it would blow up if he saw it.

"The names, y/n, let me see the names!" Joe stated through gritted teeth.

You didn't want to show it, simply putting it in your pocket and turning to the principal. "Either punish those kids or face a lawsuit--your call sir."

"You can--"

"What she did was just the tip of the iceberg, and I absolutely can. Because what they have done to her could very well be considered a hate crime, and you covering them and punishing our daughter just makes you complicit."

It was Joe's turn to be surprised.

"So how long were you planning on punishing her?"

"Tw--two weeks--suspensions--"

"No. Try again." You grab your phone, ready to call a favor at the Hate Crimes unit.

"One week--"

Shaking your head you started dialing the number, keeping eye contact with him.

"After school detention--two days--" "That's better." You locked your phone and put it in your pocket, "And if I hear anything about the other kids not being punished, or if anything like this happens again, you know what will happen."

He nodded his head, fear in his eyes.

~~~

Leaving the office you went straight to Sofia, picking her up and hugging her tightly. "I'm so sorry I got angry, baby. I should've listened to your first. Forgive me."

As soon as she was in your arms she started to cry, hugging you tightly. Joe coming over to hug the two of you as well.

"How about we go get Javi as well, then we can go for ice cream and ice your hand a little too." You suggested.

The little girl nodded at that, hugging you again. "Papa, will you stay too?"

"I'll make some calls and then I'll be here with you all."

~~~

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battleangel · 6 months ago

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Do We Even Give A Damn?

US Supreme Court issued two key rulings within the past week: •Houselessnesss is now illegal •US Presidents have been granted immunity.

Houselessness Per Google: “Last week, the Supreme Court issued its opinion in Grants Pass v. Johnson, which makes it easier for communities nationwide to fine, ticket or arrest people living unsheltered, even when there is no adequate shelter available.”

They have criminalized being houseless even when there are no other options available.

Immunity •Granted US Presidents immunity — as long as the President states that s/he was acting in an official capacity regardless of crime(s) committed, they will be granted immunity.

Due to a literal average 3 second attention span — 3 seconds! — and instant collective amnesia — within a day, dead Boeing whisteblowers & Super Bowl Chiefs Parade shooting were instantaneously forgotten by the public who had already moved on literally by the very next day.

Theres always another show to stream, social media feed to scroll, youtube video to watch, Discord server to respond to.

They are completely emboldened now and are gearing up for an end game.

You do know who they is — right?

From Chicago Sun Times: “As disturbing as this agenda is, the most alarming and repellent policy proposal contained within Project 2025 is the restructuring of the federal government, eliminating the kind of public servants who stopped Trump from completely disassembling the Department of Veterans Affairs, overcame his resistance to expelling Russian spies, deterred him from shooting racial justice protesters, derailed his plan to deploy the military against migrants and kick undocumented children out of schools and deflected his suggestion to drop nuclear bombs into the eyes of hurricanes.

The Heritage Foundation, which produced Project 2025, grew out of the mid-1970s movement to protect racially segregated schools. The first battle it waged was against a school district’s adoption of multicultural textbooks — “n- - - - er books,” as some opponents called them.’'

Why is Orbán their model? Because he showed them how to use elections to undermine democracy and ensure perpetual power for his team,” historian Nancy McClean said. “How? Orbán purged the civil service and refilled it with obedient loyalists. He got the Constitution altered. He completely dominates. And this is what Heritage wants to see happen in the United States.”

Hitler did it too — look up Night of The Long Knives.

Knives Out.

I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my eyes I'm not coming back

So knives out Catch the mouse Don't look down Shove it in your mouth

If you'd been a dog They would've drowned you at birth Look into my eyes It's the only way you'll know I'm telling the truth

So knives out Cook him up Squash his head Put him in the pot

I want you to know He's not coming back He's bloated and frozen Still there's no point in letting it go to waste

So knives out Catch the mouse Squash his head Put him in the pot

Thom Yorke: “It’s partly the idea of the businessman walking out on his wife and kids and never coming back. It’s also the thousand yard stare when you look at someone close to you and you know they’re gonna die. It’s like a shadow over them, or the way they look straight through you. The shine goes out of their eyes.”

Its like a shadow over them.

The shine goes out of their eyes.

Project 2025. Modern Power Project.

The Democrats naturally have their own Project 2025 — Modern Power Project.

You dont actually think the two parties are different. Do you?

You didnt actually waste your time watching the debate. Did you?

Why is Netanyahu addressing Congress on July 11th after murdering 50k Palestinians since October 7th when 1,700 Israeli civilians have been killed since October 7th?

Dont those numbers seem uneven to you?

Thats not a war or a two-sided conflict — its a genocide that the US is funding to the tune of $4 billion a year in aid to Israel and supplying the weapons & bombs for via Boeing, Raytheon, Northrup Grumman & local mid-western weapons manufacturers.

Netanyahu gets the bully pulpit & gets to address Congress.

What does a murdered 6 year old Palestinian child, Hind Rajab, get?

International investigation into her murder confirms she was killed in “deliberate” Israeli fire.

Still, the US refuses to condemn Israel, refuses to stop funding the genocide and arming the IDF in their merciless butchering of my Palestinian brothers and sisters.

Whats going on?

62 House Democrats voted no last week to recognize the current civilian death toll in Palestine.

Why do you think that is?

As we move into the 4th of July “celebration” of a genocidal white supremacist police state based off of brutalism, slavery, militarism, racism, patrimony, patriarchy, misogyny, transphobia, homophobia, the ethnic cleansing of indigenous peoples, the powers that be want you to forget about the genocide in Palestine that YOU are funding with YOUR taxpayer dollars if you work a W-2 job or if you made more than $400 last year via freelancing or entrepreneurship.

That is the vast majority of adult Americans DIRECTLY funding the genocide in Palestine that is literally being livestreamed in real time on our phones on social media.

Enjoy your fucking fireworks.

Democrats Project 2025: “There’s also the awkwardness that surrounds any trend that serves to increase the identification between a private nonprofit and a sitting government — something that may be a boon to a particular think tank that wants to look influential, but can be uncomfortable for those who think about the policy ecosystem writ large.”

“My concern with ‘left’ or ‘right’ talent banks is that they would fuel the idea/narrative that the state is being captured,” said Enrique Mendizabal, whose On Think Tanks (https://onthinktanks.org/) studies think tanks themselves."

Were being set up.

And they know people are too distracted scrolling, streaming, gaming, messaging — theyre too numb — theyre too disaffected — non existent attention spans — instant collective amnesia — to give a fucking damn.

The knives are out.

As Michael Jackson pointed out so emotionally in Earth Song — he literally screamed it — do we give a damn?

The answer collectively is a resounding — About what?

Its not “No”.

Its bored indifference. Casual apathy. Unfeeling ignorance.

Its a yawn, an eye roll, a hand wave.

Its not even bothering to look up from scrolling social media.

Hashtags, trending topics, for you page.

Endless rabbit holes on youtube.

IG stories.

Discord servers.

Whatsapp group chats.

Twitch streams.

The age of giving a damn is over.

Time for AI, time for robotics, time for 80% of jobs to be replaced by AI, robotics, technology & automation.

Time for NeuraLink neural implants that will send an electronic signal to my neural synapses the millisecond a social media post receives a like.

Time for Google Glass — Version 2.0 — to play ads on our corneas and behind our eyelids.

Time for augmented and virtual reality to take the place of ever attending anything live ever again — sports game, concert and anything else — why attend anything live when I can just put on my VR & AR headset?

Why live my life when I have my virtual life on Metaverse?

I never have to live my offline life ever again.

I can permanently stay in the Metaverse.

Snowcrashed.

Ready Player One.

.Hack come to life.

The fictional video game depicted in Angel Sanctuary in the 90s — what the manga & anime was named after — has now come to fruition.

Aol Instant Messenger.

Youve got mail!

Yahoooooooooo.

Goooooooooooooogle results.

Dial up internet.

AOL 1.0.

AOL message boards.

Geocities. Angelfire.

Netscape Navigator.

Does anyone remember the very recent past?

Non-smart cell phones.

No unlimited data.

No 5G, no 4G, no 3G.

No text messages.

No apps.

No social media.

Do you remember the time?

No streaming apps.

Music videos on TV. MTV. That's what Music Television was.

Music videos debuting on TV not Youtube.

Youtube didnt exist before 2005.

Does anyone remember the time?

When songs were three to four minutes long not two minutes?

When cell phones werent surgically permanently attached to our hands?

When we werent on our cell phones 8 to 12+ hours a day every day?

When social media wasnt ubiquitious?

Do you remember the time?

Project 2025 is a 1000 page policy paper.

Per Google: “This 1000-page synopsis focuses on how the next Republican administration should spend their first 180 days in office on uprooting bureaucracy that they consider to be favoring the liberal political agenda. The director of the project, Paul Dans described the project by its pressing goal of “flooding the zone with conservatives.”

If successful, Project 2025 would facilitate the firing of approximately 50,000 federal workers. This mass exodus of a major workforce is merely a means to an end for the right-leaning Heritage Foundation and the other conservative corporations co-authoring the Project. They see the firing of career government officials as the most direct route to creating a federal bureaucracy filled with political loyalists.”

I dont have time to read 1000 words, much less a 1000 pages.

Does anyone remember a time before music videos?

Why do you think you havent heard as much about the Democrats version of Project 2025?

Its called the Modern Power Project.

Have you figured out yet that Democrats & Republicans are both controlled by the dark entities that inhabit the center of the planet of the earth?

They are the ones that install Reptilians as figureheads — Biden, Trump, Netanyahu, Blinken, etc.

Look at the eyes.

They are Reptilians.

All US Presidents descend from the same UK royal bloodline.

Look up the genetic testing that has been done.

They are Reptilians.

The dark entities that inhabit the center of the earth placed a power grid on earth multiple millennia ago designed to keep humanitys consciousness at a lower level indefinitely so that they would be able to enslave & control us.

The Reptilians are their enforcers.

Dark empaths and malignant narcissists are their foot soldiers.

The dark entities that inhabit the center of the earth do not want humanity on a mass level raising their consciousness, experiencing their ego deaths, opening their third eyes, experiencing a kundalini awakening, self-actualizing and self-ascending.

If humanity on a mass level does the above and mass ascends, the planet — earth — will also ascend from our current 3D to 10D multidimensional living.

If you are a starseed, indigo child or angelic empath like me, and like Youneekk, your mission is to do everything you can in your own way for humanity to experience a mass consciousness raising.

Youre not human.

Its a temporary manifestation.

You are only temporarily manifested as a human.

Remember who you are.

You are an eternal energetic limitless being that originated in the dreamscape.

Thats all the afterlife is — your imagination.

We all intrinsically know from the time that we are children that we can dream and imagine anything.

Thats all the afterlife — dreamscape — is.

Its a multidimensional dimension that we all have existed in prior to our very, very temporary manifestations as humans for eternity.

Just like the “Big Bang” (Kemetic Explosion), we have existed eternally just like the universe and everything in it.

The creation explosion exploded out in a multifractal explosion of light eternally into the past and present in one eternal moment of creation that created everything — humans, unicorns, angels, dragons, gods, mermaids, whales, dolphins, wizards, magick, spells, fairies, sirens, mages, potions, incantations, poetry, art, music, creative expression, crystal balls…

Please Save My Earth, a 90s anime & manga, is actually real.

That is why people sent letters to the editor of the publication that the manga was originally serialized in stating that the manga brought back their memories — that they were actually aliens from a distant planet in a past life like the main characters that were sent to Earth in their current life to save the planet from ecological destruction.

Please Save My Earth is just describing starseeds & indigo children as that is our mission and the “past life on a distant planet” represented in the anime and manga is simply remembering that prior to you physically incarnating as a human being when your human parents conceived you, you were a limitless energetic eternal being in the dreamscape — you were highly empathic, sensitive, third eye open, self actualized and self ascended — then the process of incarnating as a physical human being in a 3D realm when your parents conceived you severed you from your true self.

Especially if youre American, you were then raised in a western capitalist society with the number one military and economy in the world — a patrimony, patriarchy, fascistic police state based on systems of inequality oppression and police brutality, white supremacy, free labor from enslaved Africans with no restitution or reparations ever paid to descendants that built this country, genocide of the Native Americans, Trail of Tears, zionist devil, funding the genocide in Palestine & supplying the weapons through Boeing, Raytheon, Northrup Grumman to murder 50k innocent Palestinian civilians, transphobic, homophobic, ableist, might makes right, exploitative, low down and dirty, cutting corners, killing whistleblowers, everybody dog food.

Hyper competition, being treated as a machine, dehumanized, being treated as a robot, a cog in the capitalist machine, being programmed to keep your head down and work, play through injuries, work while sick, “pain is weakness leaving the body”, militaristic, hegemonic, xenophobic, millions of poverty related deaths but povertys never addressed, industrial complex pipelines that lead directly to prison and/or death — foster “care” system, cancer industry, medical industry, pharmaceutical industry, NFL, WWE, adult film industry, NASCAR, PBR, UFC, boxing, psychiatric industry, OTC industry, opioid industry, corporate America, retail, fast food, food service, K-12 indoctrination centers, colleges & universities, US military, Pop Warner, fraternities & sororities, weight loss & diet industries, plastic surgery industry, cosmetics industry, alcohol industry, snack industry, beverage industry, meat industry, self care industry, social media, gaming, streaming, reality TV, big tech, big banks, finserv, Wall Street, Fortune 500, Fortune 100, Fortune 25, Fortune 10, Hollywood, music industry, TV industry, publishing industry, theater & Broadway, dancing, stripping…

Remember who you are…

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vampkitty66 · 1 year ago

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Manga Review: Wolf Girl And Black Prince

MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!!!

These are my opinions

Wolf Girl And Black Prince is a manga series with 16 volumes and even ended up getting its own anime. It is labeled as a shojo romance and has become one of those "classic shojo must reads" and thats exactly why I read it.

The actual plot is nothing special, it follows Erika (the wolf girl) and Kyouya (the black prince) and they strike up an interesting deal with one another. It all started with Erika lying to her friends about having a boyfriend, when in actuality, she didn't. They ask to see a photo of him one day and thats when they start to doubt her, so in order for her to keep her lie, she snaps a photo of a random guy which happens to be Kyouya. Turns out Kyouya and Erika attend the same school and she eventually asks him to be her fake boyfriend. Kyouya agrees but has one condition, that Erika be his "wolf girl" pretty much saying he wants her as his pet dog.

I really wanted to like this, and at a few points I did. Kyouya is the shittiest red flag I've seen in a shojo so far. I like some red flags but this was one I could not get behind. Due to this, i thought his development would be great, I've even been told that his development is good and he gets less icky. Ive been lied to, there was a point in the story where I actually thought he was almost redeeming himself, but then he went back to being a shitty manipulator/gaslighter again. Erika literally put up with emotional abuse and it made me frustrated. Whenever he was a huge dick she'd forgive him and run straight in his arms EVERY SINGLE TIME. There are so many scenes I could bring up that made me infuriated, like when they went on a date and Erika wanted to look at the cherry blossoms. Kyouya was being such an ass to her, it always seemed like he would never put in much of an effort to do want she wanted to do. Also when Erika worked at the cafe to help out Takeru and Kyouya got so mad but then proceeded to work there and do the exact same thing she was doing.... 😐FUCKING HYPOCRITE

The thing that irked me the most though, was when she had decided what she wanted to do after they graduate. The plan was to attend school near Kyouya, if im not mistaken, but that was until she found something she was passionate about, a future career. Kyouya being Kyouya made her feel guilty and awful for wanting to leave, saying things like he was going to break up with her if she did, forcing her to stay. It had to take Erikas friend to slap some sense into Kyouya and tell him he's a piece of shit for saying that to Erika, for him to actually go and apologize and tell her to go follow her dreams.

I still enjoyed reading some parts, but imo this is just too problematic for me to enjoy fully. I just can't stand Kyouya most of the time. I will definitely not be watching the anime either. I'm not sure if i'd ever suggest this to someone, I mean unless they like really toxic stories 🤷‍♀️

It just blows my mind that people actually like him or fan girl over him (no offensive if you're one of those people, you like who you like i guess) but I don't think its okay for any man to treat a women so poorly like that. I know this is fiction, but I know when I was younger, i would look at men like this and truly believe that i needed a man like that or thats how relationships are. I think reading this as adult is fine because we know better. I much prefer healthy relationships though and will most likely stick to that after reading this.

Final rating 6/10

#anime #manga #shojo #manga review #romance manga #shojo manga #shojo beat #wolf girl and black prince

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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Contact the media, Emma has finally found her spine!

It's been a week since she was rescued and Andrew and Logan finally sit her down to talk to her about how the Rogue King is looking for her since she's rhe True Luna like the prophecy bullshit, and Emma, immediately, looks Logan straight in the eyes and she's crying, says, quote,

"Is that why you suddenly changed your mind about me? Is that why you suddenly accepted me, now that I'm supposedly powerful? I'm GOOD ENOUGH to be your mate and Luna?"

GET HIM GIRL. Logan's wolf Leon is literally screaming at him inside his head "I will fucking kill you Logan!!" because Leon actually liked Emma all along and was telling Logan literally the entire time that Emma was perfect and Sienna was a bitch.

LMAO SHE JUST LOOKS AT HER BROTHER , asks how long he's known, he says "the day you went missing" and she replies, sobbing "is that why you searched for me? I was worth something to you because you found out I was powerful?" yes, yes, YES it only took 49 fucking chapters but this was the catharsis I have been waiting for, girl, keep going, put them in their place

Nope nevermind, she just tells them she wants time alone and refuses to hug them :/ girl keep going. They literally. Called you a liar for years. Like. You are traumatized going into your own kitchen of your family home because Sienna made you kneel on the floor before beating you. Stop even humoring them. Stop letting your barely older brother call you Pup when you're an 18 year old woman now. God. God. Meanwhile the entire fucking time, her wolf Eliza keeps whining about how she can't leave Logan because Eliza wants Leon, and oh please don't shut out Andrew, I want my brother, like bitch he's not YOUR anything, you're a wolf spirit inside of her, shut up and listen to the actual human whose body you're in. Idiot. Now Emma just gets to be sold off to Logan and be his breeding whore and Luna.

Emma is literally hoping she isn't the True Luna "because then Logan will reject me and I can be with Jake, the only person who's ever really protected me and wanted nothing in return" YOU can reject HIM you weak ass... oh my fucking god. Stupid girl. Why why WHY do I get the sinking feeling there's going to be a "Jacob was secretly a prick the whole time" reveal just to make Logan seem better.

Emma goes to leave her house and see Amy to double check if she's actually pure white, and Andrew whinss "oh no Emma you can't leave the house, it's too dangerous" "I can and I WILL. She's my friend and the only one I can trust right now" "thats not true! You can trust us!" "It's a little late for that now isn't it?" Get them girl, get them, this is your chance--

Oh my fucking god. In this fic, the wolves can retreat and kind of talk which each other in another realm or mindlink each other. So you know what happened? Emma suggested to Elixa earlier about taking a trip, nor a permanant one, and coming back later, and stupid fucking Eliza TELLS ANDREW'S WOLF. You absolute fucking bitch. And Andrew just says "she will never leave me. I won't allow it"

And this is like. The penultimate fucking problem. Both Logan and her own fucking brother treat her as a possession. Oh she's so powerful and good to become Luna but not make her own decisions? And then, Logan overhears Andrew asking Emma to promise she won't leave the pack and like, from his POV, quote:

She wanted to leave? She wanted to leave the pack? She wanted to leave ME? My heart broke, and the pain almost made me scream. No. I wouldn't let her. I would do whatever I had to do to make her stay. She couldn't leave me. It would kill me. I barely lasted those 4 days without her. (Jesus christ I forgot she was missing and tortured for 4 days) Leon was howling in pain, and I couldn't even talk to him right now. I felt him calling on Eliza in pain. I hoped she can calm him down. I hoped he could convince her not to leave us. I hoped that she would stop Emma.

If she couldn't, I definitely would. I wasn't letting her leave. She was fucking MINE.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I turn around to see Andrew. "Where is she?" I asked, panicking and jumping up from the couch. I was terrified she would leave through the window again. I was going to have to do something about that. I would put BARS on her window. I don't fucking care. She was MINE. She couldn't leave me"

Buddy this isn't even HOT possessive. You are legitimately a backstabbing weak willed fucking loser who uses dirty tricks and sweet words to try and brush off your YEARS of fucking up. You and her had never even kissed until recently and she immediately regretted it because she didn't like how the mate bond was driving her crazy because she WANTED to be mad at you!!

It's just. It's the being treated as a possession. Oh gosh have I ever made you guys feel this way lmao. At least when I write fics it's for the purpose of a fetish. It can get your blood boiling but like the guy is definitely always a massive creep or piece of shit. Logan is just genuinely being treated like he's the best possible guy for her and she's so lucky to have him and I just. I still wish there was a different ML. I have literally never seen anything about Logan worth liking. We've barely even heard anything about him besides "oh he's such a good alpha, he's a strong fighter, he was good friends with Emma besides the whole never believing her about Sienna thing and even scolding her in her own fucking home for even showing attitude to Sienna because he bought into her fake attitude when even his own fucking mother could tell she was fake" like literally almost every time Logan is in the scene, he's growling loudly, he's snarling, he's being possessive, he's being rude, Jacob is the only one who's been on Emma's side besides Amy and Logan, to Andrew, outright accused him of being the spy that leaked the word Emma is a white wolf, and just. Ugh. I hate this. I'm anger-listening at this point. The second she finally accepts him, im out, but I wanna squeeze out a few more chapters to see more tongue lashings between them maybe. I want to see her put them in their place more 😤

Jesus christ even as I am about to post this, it just keeps piling up. Logan asks Andrew why he made Emma promise not to leave the pack and Andrew scolds him for eavesdropping when he promised he wouldnt. they apparently have the repress their werewolf senses so they aren't overstimulated and logans control slipped while he was focusing on dishes. And of course this instantly transitions to Logan mentally explaining how that's why most of the packhouse rooms are soundproofed "because there's nothing worse than hearing your friends or family fuck. And i would kill someone if anyone else heard my mate as she reached her climax. I am the only person who gets to see and hear her cum. Just thinking about it made me hard" listen fella you are constantly sexually fantasizing about her when she is PISSED AT YOU and you two have NEVER even had sex and you only kissed recently because you basically forced her to, and of course she had to moan 🙄🙄🙄 fuck this entire pack, my dudes, these people are unbearable

#weebwolves #can yall tell im a little heated lmao

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inlove-and-healing · 1 year ago

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okay so ive bad this idea in my head for a while... since i was 11, as a matter of fact, sonit would need some polishing to make it a little less cringe.

so, an undertale au. its called torturetale.

frisk falls into the underground, kills Sans, and uses his soul to leave the underground. (who knows, i may have them kill alphys and have sans take the royal scientist role because yknow, look at his shed... but the main thing is that i need the judge role left vacant.)

anyway, alphys (or whoever is in her place) kinda goes... insane. not like the neutral endings where she commits suicide, shes just straight up crazy.

the amalgamates still kind of happen, but instead of being test subjects for DETERMINATION, she uses them as test subjects for a thing that like 1) makes them immortal (so suicide isnt an option) and 2) brings them agony.

maybe its different for every monster? like some types will be bedridden with illness forever, others are in overwhelming pain, others are extremely depressed and anxious... maybe.

(or heres what i could do: frisk kills undyne, which causes alphys to go insane. then after she infects everybody with whatever it is, asgore has her executed, and sans takes her role. maybe? we'll see.)

anyway, this is where the weird stuff starts happening.

so during the war between monsters and humans, the human sorcerers killed a (skeletal) boss monster and used magic to preserve its soul.

this group, kind of like the umbrella corps from resident evil or hydra from marvel, takes the soul. then they kidnap this kid (was an OC, might end up being a reader insert?? probably what ill do, thats what im most comfortable with writing) (also by kid i mean teen) and combine their soul with the monster one.

so parts of their limbs are fully skeletal, their eyes are all black except for the irises (one is blue and the other is yellow). they, like everybody in the underground (even though nobody knows it yet) are immortal. they can teleport, summon gaster blasters and bone attacks, so theyre basically like sans. (when i first came up with this, i thought that gaster was related to sans and papyrus, so i thought maybe the soul would belong to their mother or something??)

anyway, the group uses the kid like an assassin. they make them believe that theyre the good guys, until they discover something that makes them run away, which is how they fall into the underground.

so because the ruins are closed off, everybody down there is unscathed. but toriel tells you that her friend on the other side told her thst things were "bad", and everybody was suffering, but he didnt tell her anything else. then he says one day that he has to go somewhere else, and he doesnt know when hell be back, if ever. (assuming i go the "sans becomes the scientist" route.)

kid tells toriel theyre immortal, and toriel asks them to go check on sans, which is how they find out whats going on in the rest of the underground.

they make it to hotland, and sans' lab, and they work together in the true lab using what few notes alphys took to find a way to reverse what happened.

then maybe an alternate ending, where frisk comes back after everybodys cured. when they meet the kid, they act like sans (i made the kid, called ayanze when she was my oc, to take sans' role. thats why he originally died.) and when frisk gets to hotland, no matter whether or not frisk killed anybody else, sans fights them in his lab. he can be spared if its a neutral/pacifist run (mettaton breaks in for a show and is like sans get the fuck out, but in a genocide or neutral run if you choose to kill sans mettaton breaks in after) and then the kid is the final boss.

because theyre immortal, you beat them by making them lose hope.

so, thats my idea. feel free to leave any suggestions you may have. ive wanted to write this forever but never had the motivation. maybe now i will.

(i will be doing this on a separate blog, which will likely become an ask blog when the first part ((before frisk comes back)) is completed)

#undertale #undertale au #undertale multiverse #undertale fandom #tw suicide #suicide tw

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threepointseven · 3 years ago

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🌺summary!🌺- scara cheated on you

Type- fic 🍄

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche

🥀flower toxins!🥀= cheating, cigarettes, alcohol, blood, death, gaslighting, abuse, slightly suggestive at the start

Note🍀=Hiii this is very much an angsty self indulgent

You listen with a straight face as you hear the soft groans and the hushed moans from your boyfriend’s office.

“Y/N, leave for a second i have to talk with her.”

Are the words you heard before you were kicked out to leave Scaramouche and his secretary alone. ‘Business’ he called the private meetings. But it turns out it was just a disguise. You can only imagine their soft skin touching eachother and roaming their body’s.

It’s been happening so much.

Right and left, up and down, your heart beat got louder and faster as the woman left the office. Hair disheveled and her uniform unbuttoned at the top, giving you a wink before you enter the office again with a frown.

“You two seem close.”

The first thing you see as you stand at the entrance is your boyfriend, fixing his lipstick stained collar, brushing his messy bangs, and taking a sip from the glass of rum on his table.

“Tch, she’s my secretary nothing more.”

Why didnt your mind let you confront him? Why even after the alarms going off in your head and your mind screaming at you, why wont you open your mouth?

You glare as he takes a cigarette, breathing in and out the toxins. You never liked the smell of cigarettes, he knew that and you stared at him hopelessly.

You sigh and mumble under your breath “judging by that hickey i doubt shes just your secretary…”

“What? Do you really have that little trust in me?”

“…maybe i do.. maybe i do scara cause its clear to see she doesnt go in and out of your office to come for fatui documents!”

“Archons your so difficult y/n!”

“No scara ive had enough of this. You’ve been cheating on me for archons knows how long and ive just been ignoring it!? Ive been ignoring it for the sake of you for the sake of us..!”

You slam the door closed approaching scaramouche with glassy eyes.

“Oh i guess you arent as stupid as i thought! Good to know you figured it out.”

“Ive had enough of your cheating and your borderline abuse scara we’re over-“

“Your gonna leave me now because of one thing?! How cowardly, your exaggerating!”

His tone rose by the second, he was frustrated as he took a hit of his cigarette. His eyes showed clear malice and you approach his hostile figure

“Scara youve been so aggressive and suspicious lately-“

“I thought i could trust you Y/N, your supposed to be the best thing thats ever happened to me in my entire life but now your saying im aggressive?! Thats what you think of me huh. Nothing but a violent, horrible, harbinger!”

“Stop it-!”

He mercilessly pushed you away from his body and onto the wall, your head banging hard on the cement. His words were loud and stung your soul. You loved scara, you loved him so much.

“Well y/n?! This is what you think of me right? A murderer, a fatui harbinger!”

The tears flowed down your cheeks as he approached you with electro flickering on his finger tips.

“I wouldve done everything for you scaramouche. I ignored everything for you…i ignored the smell of the cigarettes, i ignored the alcohol, the blood, the hitting the cheating! Ive done everything in my power, to keep us going scaramouche.”

“Your nothing to me Y/N, your replaceable, simply a thing to entertain me. Dont get ahead of yourself thinking im actually inlove with you.”

Your eyes widen as he took your neck, choking it letting the electro from his hands flow through your veins. You screamed at the pain and he tightened his hold on you.

“Ugh shut it, your being annoyingly loud.”

You widening eyes softened as you felt his hold tighten snd your life slipping away.

“Y-you promised scara- you promised you wouldnt hurt me when we first-“

“Shut up!”

The words rang through your ears as you took your last breath, the electro finally ending your pain.

The man stood up, trembling, regretting what he’d done immediately.

Why did i do that? What is wrong with me?!

He looked at his hands then at your pale neck. He’s killed you. Your gone. And at his hands.

He knew he was a harbinger. A ‘murderer’. He never knew he would be yours though.

Tears threatened to fall and he looked at your lifeless figure. Touching the hickey given by the other woman he cried until night fall. Regretting everything as he looked at the hands painted in your unseen blood.

“Promise you’ll never hurt me okay scara!”

You said as you skipped with your hands intertwined with his, on your very first date.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x you #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin scara x reader #scaramouche genshin impact

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Hiiii! Both of you are amazing writers — I even went to your wattpad to read more 😫.

For this specific request, I would like Ash to write it:)

Could you write a Sukuna historical au? Except Sukuna is just a normal human. He’s well known in the village bc he’s loaded with money or powerful and he wants to marry you even though you’re against it bc Sukuna’s a misogynistic asshole.

Sukuna thought you just needed time to think about the proposal, then u would accept but that changes when he saw you on a date with someone else. You secretly went on this date — even ur parents don’t know. Your parents (more specifically your mom) wants you to get married to Sukuna but fortunately your dad is protective of you. That is, until Sukuna goes to your parents’ house while you were out and tells them about this secret lover you’ve been seeing. He manipulates them into thinking you’re a sex worker and that you need to get married otherwise no one will want you (or something along that line).

Moving on, your dad gives in and when u come home that day, your bags are already packed and ready to go with Sukuna. It happens sooo fast, when you arrived home, Sukuna ends up having possessive sex with some mixed yandere themes. Just rough sex with degrading!!

Hope this is not too long, kinda got carried away, lmao.

You could add whatever you like, twist it up a bit, make is angsty, tbh I don’t really care, as long as I get more Sukuna content cuz that man has me on a leash.

Thank you so much and both of you remember to drink lots of water!!

Thankyou for the ask, I’ve never written historical AU before so this was something new. Sorry for the wait but tysm for this detailed suggestion, it was very creative.

- ash

tw : yandere themes, oral, non con, dub con, misogyny, mentions of rape, orgasm denial, cream pie, facial, deception, sukuna an ass hole, forced marriage, probs a lot more, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.8k

You were a daddys girl. You always had been and you always will be, thats why when you recieved the offer through the post your father was underwhelmed. Annoyed that somebody would want to take his baby girl from him

"Y/N Hes perfect! We can get started on your dress, prepare the wedding. I cant believe my darling is getting married to THE Ryomen sukuna!" Giddly, your mother bounced around the kitchen, almost passed out from the invitation.

"Mother I dont want to marry him." You mutter, hands crossed over your chest and eyes attached to the floor

You couldn't see what was so great about this guy, why does everybody love him? Woman swooned over him, men admiring him. He was nothing but a douche in your eyes, a try hard...a wannabe. Not to mention pretentious as fuck.

"Himari, I think give it a wait. Shes youthful."

"So what do you say y/n? Would you accept the honours of being my spouse?" He asks, hand cupped into yours as he rubs his thumb over. Cocky smirk planted over his face like he's doing YOU the favour.

His clothes reeked of his wealth, cape draped over his back and shirt cut so you could see the muscles running down his arms and biceps. Boots on his feet studded in diamonds and leather freshly stripped from the back of a cow.

"Sir. With all due respect I don-"

"I understand. Marriage can be complex, cooking, cleaning. I'm not ill-bred, ill look after our children." He chuckles, pearly white teeth shining like he knew what you was about to say. He could predict your worry, being married to someone as outstanding as him would be a hard job. But thats what marriage is for?

You caught his eye for ages, corset dress inching in your waist and bust of your breasts cupped up enough to see straight through you. He heard you were hard work, all about this feminist bullshit, but thats what drew him closer to you. The need to ruin you and swell your perfect tummy with his seed, for him to have a perfect, fiesty woman on his side. One thats different from the others, one that all men drool at but hes the one who gets to fuck you from the back till your screaming. To get you on your knees until your cumming at the sight of him.

"What? Ugh get off me-" You curse, swatting his hand away as you scowl at his vile words. For him to say that in such a public space is vile, imagine what he would do in the privacy of your shared room.

"-im only 20. I hadn't even thought of marriage!"

"Grown, a woman of your age should have kids by now. Im doing you a favour if anything!"

You knew you couldnt frown too much, scrunching your face is something rude women do. But you couldnt help it, you disliked this man with a passion, he was nothing but an ass hole in the shape of a prodigy.

Spinning around, the click of your small wedged heels trotted along the cobble floor, floppy hat held down in your left hand as you tugged down the weight of your dress with the other. Face starstruck and furious, but sukuna knew that was bound to happen. Sooner or later you'll be running back, begging for him to take YOU in. And for that he will wait, he will wait as long as you need, the build up to getting to ruin you in the bedroom was way to thrilling.

1 week passes and there was still no response to his ask. Its okay, your probably just considering the outfit your going to wear at your wedding as he bows down, pecks your hand, stares up into your shy eyes. Only to tear it off with his teeth whilst you speak with your family down the old telephone line, thanking them for their congratulations as you supress a whine as his fingers dance inside your tight pussy.

The weather outside was delightful, crisp sky, warm feeling. Not to mention the taverns and live saxaphone players. Sukuna loved this kind of weather, the opportunity to grasp at any compliment he can get for just revealing more parts of his skin.

"-And thats how I became courted to two women at once!" The man infront of you says, laughing at his own joke as he lifts the pipe from his lips and releases the air. The gas floating infront of your eyes and lips.

Pretty face rested tight on the palm of your hand as you mindlessly tugged at the loose hem of your dress. You came to believe you were hopeless at this dating thing, only attracting imbecilic men with egos bigger than their brains. Maybe this is why you were prohibited from dating.

"Ah. Well Satoru that sounds...delightful.."

"Doesn't it just! But it was a shame, none of the women had assets as beautiful as yours though."

Entering into the saloon, he was greeted with a smile by the boss. Waving him over to come sit by him and his friends. He was no stranger to this place, the owner loving him and wanting him to be his own son. Reminding him of how he was when he was younger.

"Sukuna! Havent seen you in a while!" The manager cheered, slapping him hard on the back as he nestled his fists in his hair. Sukunas wide spread arms resting on the back of the couch. Several other men getting up to greet him and sit around him.

"Quite a crowd you got in here today."

"Right on. Seems like a lot of beautiful women decided to come out."

"Alone?"

"Yep. And they're still curious why they get raped" A boisterous laugh eliciting from the men next to him, tears swelling up in the rim of their eyes from the top dogs own humour. He wasn't wrong though, bunch of cocottes.

"How's your wife?" Sukuna asks, sipping from the beer glass placed in front of him.

"Virtuous. I suppose you've found a woman you want to settle with?"

"Supposedly..."

"Well, if your still looking, the beautiful lady over there seems to be in a bit of a predicament. Perhaps you could help her out."

And thats where it happened, smile stripped from sukunas face as he sees you, pitched up on a high chair, legs crossed and red lipstick planting onto the glass in your hand as you sip on the wine given to you. Prohibition was a huge thing at this time, it was so unlady like for someone of your gender to be rebelling like that. But the worst thing was the man sitting infront of you, arrogant smile as he continues to talk on and on about himself. Sukuna couldnt believe it, you...on a date with someone else? Talking to someone else? Dressed up for somebody else? How could you do this- betray him like this, its so clear you dont pay any interest to the guy infront of you so what does he have that sukuna could not give to you. Your getting way too big for your boots and as a man, sukuna has a moral obligation to do whats right.

"Im sorry, would you excuse me? I have something I need to do."

"Leaving so soon?"

"...My apologies, please forgive me.."

Opening the door to your parents home you were faced with the noises of your mothers weeping and crying, the aura anger and disappointment, something you've so afraid of. Stepping in, you attempt to slip off your shoes, the tip of your toes bumping into the feeling of the wooden trunk, tied neatly with a bow. Inside sat all your possessions, thrown in with recklessness and lack of care.

"YOU WHORE! I cannot believe the nerve you have to appear foot on in this home!"

Glancing upwards, you were met with the red eyes of your mother. Her hand occupied with what looked like a comb and arm held back. Her face flushed with nothing but anger, you've never seen her quite so distressed.

And there you saw him, fauxly upset expression dragged on his face, hand rubbing on the small of your mothers back and hand gripped on her wrist to prevent her causing any harm to you - wouldn't want her damaging what's rightly his.

"W-what?"

"Y/N...-" You heard him speak, husky voice low and intimidating. Hand still rubbing your mothers back as she leaned to weep in his broad arms. "Your dishonourable, its only right your family knows. I apologise that they had to find out this way"

"Pardon..."

"Dont speak so tedious, entering this home KNOWING you’ve came back from working at a whore house. Only God can save you at this point…’

Spinning your head behind you were faced with the murderous look of your father, the one whose always sheltered over you, always defended your name, now ridiculing you, mocking you for something you were so clueless about. Your poor heart was about to break.

‘Your bags are packed, we don’t ever wanna see you again…’

Your face was hit with a heavy weight thrown at it, cheek bruised and your eyes swelling with tears.

‘I-father I don’t understand…’

‘Sukuna revealed all. You labour as a prostitute? I told you she should be courted and sent off…’

‘Prostitute?! Don’t be ridiculous, I would never-‘

‘Don’t deceive your parents y/n, there’s no point in creating a masquerade for your actions’ Sukuna spoke out, stern look in his eyes as he picks up your hand in his own, running the tips on your knuckles.

‘Your getting wedded. Your lucky somebody like sukuna would ever take you in…’

And with that your mother and father left the property, leaving you and the man of your misery stood tall and prideful infront of you. Captivating look in his eyes, like a predator whose just caught and torn apart their prey.

‘I- why?’ You sob, voice choked and bubbly from shock.

A loud slap to the side of your face startled you, it was ten times harsher than any you’ve ever felt, small body stumbled back and cheek bruised and sore. Your hands gripped up in a flash and body pulled towards him, the stench of alcohol and lust beaming off his figure.

‘Out with another man? What happened to my marriage proposal y/n? Your lucky a man like me would even want to take you in after hearing about your reputation…’

‘I-I never accepted it you scoundrel! Why lie to my parents…’

‘A white lie never hurts, but fuck I’ve been wanting you for too long…and now that your mine I’m never letting you go…’ His greedy lips quickly moving to attack to your neck, dark purple hickeys implanted in your baby soft skin, finally marking you as his.

‘We’re not even married! Don’t fornicate…please I don’t want this!’

‘Stop…squirming- fuck you are spoilt aren’t you’ Teeth moving down to harshly bite into your flesh, a scream eliciting from your gaped mouth, tears forming on your waterline as you try your hardest to push him off. Attempts useless in the tightness of his grip.

Slamming your body on the door, he inched lower towards your back, hands trembling over the clothed skin of your ass and hips, fingers gently prodding near to your clothed cunt.

‘A-aren’t you meant to be a gentleman?!’

‘Sluts don’t get my respect’

SLAP

‘They earn it…’

The rattle of your ass had his eyes lust blown, cock stirred in his pants at how your skin managed to shake so much even with material covering it. He took no time in tearing apart your dress from the zip on the back, watching the material drop to the floor. Exposed body covered in a simple bra and panties.

‘Is this why you didn’t wanna marry me? You were too afraid of showing me this body?’

‘Go to hell-‘ you spit, head still pushed deeply into the walls as you murmur the words out as loud as you could. Body trembled and shook with fear.

A fast arch of your back and insert of his cock had you screaming, your cunt filled with his large girth. All 12 inches rammed into your tight, unprepped virgin hole. Forced slick doing nothing but acting as slight lube for him.

‘Ah- I don’t appreciate women speaking to me like that…might have to teach you a fucking lesson.’ Fingers delving into your mouth, tearing your lips apart and dragging out your tongue. Panting noises coerced from your fragile body.

The flesh of your skin wiggled and bounced off his thighs, material of your underwear rimming sukunas tip every time he pulled out and slammed back inside of you. Choked moans and gasps pushed out of your weaker, tighter, smaller body.

‘A-Ah please…’

‘Please what?’

SLAP

‘Please s-sukuna I- it hurts…’

‘Nah, I own you now baby, waited too long to fuck this pretty pussy.’ He says, mesmerised in the way you take him in, the trembling of your legs under his touch. The way his biceps from grabbing you and twisting you how he wants you, the saliva collecting at the centre of your cleavage. ‘Say my real name..’

‘D-daddy..’

‘Daddy? Didn’t expect that but I’ll take it’ he laughs egotistically, secretely fawning at how sweet you sound, at how he’s achieved his one ultimate task of changing you. Making you his, marking you as his and fucking you as his.

‘S-shit what’s th- this feeling-‘ you mutter, stomach tightening and fingers gripping aimlessly at the wall for some help of release.

‘Dont fucking try it. Don’t cum.’ Pace quickening, his balls begin slapping at the under curve of your as. Your tired mouth and sore throat groaning at the bliss coming over you. Sukunas cum quickly filling up the parting between your legs, cream swiped up and down, melting and mending into your slick.

‘M so close-‘

And with that he stopped, grip on your hips and face moved to your shoulders. Forcing you down on the floor, weakened body hurt and the bruise on your cheek from the previous slap clearly evident. Water filled eyes and thighs tightening from your denied release.

‘W-why…’

‘Aw, you ‘gn cry? Your so fucking pretty, atleast cry when your choking on daddys cock hm? First and last cock you’ll ever have…’ he says, tugging up your chin and rubbing his dick infront of his face. Softened dick hardening quickly once again from your gutted expression, from how he managed to fuck up the life of an innocent, Victorian girl. The ones he’s wanted for so long, to teach, to change, to fuck, to breed… ‘your fucking MINE!’

Rubbing his tip across the rim of your lips, your salted tears dripped down to his cock, sensitive tip almost exploding once again from the feeling of your hitched breath so close to him. The doting look in your eyes peering up to him, begging him not to do this.

‘I’d fuck you better than that man ever could, your mine…got it?’ The query alarming you, your head nodding in pure fear of what he would do to you if you disobeyed him.

‘Good girl, mine mine mine…Open wide baby…’ and with that he forced your jaw open, slamming his girth to the back of your throat. Gagging and retching sounds forced out of your weak body, hands moving to claw at the skin on your thighs as you forcefully took it. Tear stain cheeks hollowed and puffed out from the tangy feeling of his shaft rammed deep inside you. Warm breath and coated saliva gathering along his most sensitive parts, hips rolling quick and the back of his head rolled back in ecstasy.

‘Sh-shit- should’ve fucked you so long ago..’

Your tongue ran across the rim of his slit every time he slammed into your mouth, the forced cup on your jaw making you stare up at him. Dark, sorrowful look in your eyes sent him off the rails. The wet spot inbetween your thighs growing again, tits jolting and moving with every thrust, you looked so innocent, so needy for sukuna to fuck you dizzy.

Short spurts of cum sent to the back of your throat, sour flavour tanging the tip of your tongue, body gagging and moaning, jolts sent to the core of his stomach, exploding straight onto you, mouth and tits covered in all his sperm. Completely marked and ruined, filth, disgusting, you were the prostitute that your family feared you would become.

‘Fuckk…’ sukuna rolls out, peering at the drips of cum running down your tits, ones you made no effort to move, instead focused on preventing yourself to cry, knowing he’s the one your forced to spend the rest of your life with.

‘I hate you…’ you spit, jaw cupped and plunged towards his lips, tongue swiped and sperm from his cock pushed down into your throat, assuring every last drop is swallowed and taken in. Every last part of him is inside of you…

‘…You’ll grow to love, both me and the tons of seed I’m gonna breed inside your tight pussy..’

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bhaalble · 3 years ago

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been debating some Cole romance options so here's my rough template for how I think it would start. Long rambly post incoming

Conditions for starting this: While you have flirtation options with Cole as soon as he's recruited (like any other romanceable npc), the romance quest can't be triggered until you do his personal quest that either renders him more spirit or more human. Neither path locks off the romance, but the tone of the romance will obviously be very different depending on that choice.

If you HAVE flirted with Cole before that personal quest, there are additional dialogue options the player can have with both Solas and Varric pertaining to how this might impact Cole's feelings for others. Varric believes turning him more human will open the door to greater depth of relationship, while Solas is mostly just offended he was asked the question and eventually tosses out that Cole's feelings will likely be as they ever were, for whatever that's worth. The player is then able to make the choice as normal. In the next conversation after dealing with the aftermath of the quest the player is given a last flirtation option to "lock" them onto Cole's romance

General Route Knowledge: Spirit or human, Cole remains an entity of compassion. He knows he likes you and wants to help you (wants to help you a *lot*, he's confused by the way you tend to become priority on his radar when entering a room), and he knows that before your choice he could feel a lot of romantic yearning and loneliness inside the Inquisitor. However, Cole doesn't always seem to know the thoughts he's reading until after he says them out loud and gets a response, so I basically think that he knows you want a romantic relationship.

He just hasn't grasped that you want it with *him*

Human Cole Route

You speak to Cole and he urges you, *Really* strongly, to go talk to Varric. The next time the player speaks with Varric it triggers a cutscene where he takes them for drinks, theoretically just to chat. Varric seems noticeably uncomfortable and keeps asking you questions about your romantic life, what type of person youre drawn to, and really really leading questions about your companions and advisors. The player can either indulge this or push back on it. Either way, by the end of the conversation Varric mutters something about not being cut out for this, apologizes to the player, and then leaves.

This happens again the next time you approach Cole, this conversation a lot shorter. Varric seems to be inquiring if the player is attracted to *him*[varric]. The player can shut him down completely or ask if that's even something he would be interesting, and Varric gets nervous and tries to bail again. The player follows him this time and finds him talking to Cole, refusing to go back in there while Cole is pleading with him to just keep asking questions. The player emerges to ask what they're doing and Cole seems visibly upset, insisting that he doesn't know how to help without knowing what they're thinking, he can't figure out the kind of person who they want and he *really* can't figure out the kind of person who deserves them. He tries to vanish only to realize he cant and runs off. Varric encourages the player to follow and they have a conversation in private where Cole confesses that he just wants to help them and the idea that they've been lonely has been eating away at him even when they *aren't* in the room. Which is new and confusing and upsetting to him. The player can either tell him to stop interfering with their love life (ending the romance quest) or tell him that he's been mixing their signals up and its him they want to be with. Cole seems startled, but not opposed, deciding that this is another part of the human experience he wants to try with you. You are officially in a relationship with him.

Spirit Route

After you lock in the romance, the next time you fast travel into Skyhold you'll be placed inside a cutscene where the player walks into the Inquisitor's bedroom. Standing there is.

a.the romanceable companion you have the highest approval with

or b. if you flirted with either of them, Cullen or Josephine (if you flirted with both of them the game chooses between them randomly)

They tell you that they've been hearing rumors that you're romantically interested in them and came to speak to you about it. If you don't meet the race/gender criteria for the character's romance questline (e.g, if you're a girl who has Dorian in this cutscene) then there's an additional layer where they're trying to let you down easy. The player is then given the chance to set the record straight and asks where they even got that information. They pause for a moment and all say some variation of "that's funny. i can't remember who told me...." before leaving with some degree of embarassment.

The player can then go to confront Cole about it. He says something cryptic about doing better next time and then whispers *forget* before vanishing, leaving the player to look a little lost before going about their day.

The next time you fast travel into Skyhold you're met by the romanceable companion you have the lowest approval with in your chambers. The dialogue is a little different depending on if they outright hate you or are just neutral, but mostly they're still like. really. like sure it takes all kinds but I never saw this coming from you- and the player's like hang on. this all seems a little fucking familiar

So they leave mid conversation to track down Cole, who they find sitting in the battlements above their room, clearly listening, and confront him. He's about to wipe their memory again when they tell him it didn't work, and they remember what happened. This throws him off because. That shouldn't happen. That shouldn't happen why do they remember? Are his powers failing, how is he getting this *this* wrong its helping thats what he's *for*?!?! The player makes the choice that locks them into a relationship or end it here in that they can either

-say they don't care why its happened, but this needs to stop. Cole reluctantly agrees to leave it alone and you're taken off the romance track for him

-The player suggests that maybe the reason they remember is Cole secretly doesn't *want* them to forget. He wants them to remember it not working out even with the person they're close with. That's also why he set you up with the person you have the least chance with this time. he's sabotaging himself and you because deep down Cole doesn't want you in a relationship with someone else, and in his core he knows you dont want that either. This leads to Cole feeling uncharacteristically frustrated for his spirit state. talking about how he can't get you out of his head. Its interfering with his work and whats worse is that he's more scared of it healing that it hurting like this. He doesn't want it to go away. What follows is essentially

Player: so help me help you. It won't go away, but it might make it easier to deal with. For both of us

Cole: ....It won't be like with a person. Is that a problem.

Player: No. I won't be like a spirit. Is that a problem for you?

Cole, softly:....no.

After this you're locked into a relationship with him.

Soooo thats basically what I have for an inciting incident. More to come, the little shit's given me brainrot.

#dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #dai #dai cole #cole #dragon age cole #colemance #varric tethras #the inquisitor #long post

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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if i can send another request: uh how about reader is a helper in marcus moreno's house and she thinks her feelings are unrequited bc she helps marcus get ready to go on a date. And then she has to look over missy while hes on the date and missy is like: u like him right. And reader is like: no way thats unprofessional. And missy looks at her like really? And finally reader caves and says yeah i like you. And at the very end marcus ends up confessing he does like reader and it ends happy? 😭😭

I love 1 (one) crime fighting hero/tired dad. This got real soft, enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader; warnings: slight language

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“Thanks for doing this," Marcus' voice is soft as he calls to you from his bedroom. You remind yourself of the current situation and plaster on the best smile you could muster up. But you weren't fooling yourself - or Missy for that matter. She rolled her eyes as she passed by and headed to the kitchen table to start homework; she had a lot to say but it could wait for now.

"Its no problem, Marcus," you promised through slightly gritted teeth as you reminded yourself that you had no reason to be jealous - no reason to have feelings other than friendly for your closest friend.

"C-can you help me real quick?" there was an almost nervous quality to his voice as you made a small sound of confirmation before pushing open the door to his bedroom. Your jaw almost dropped sight; Marcus was standing in front of his mirror, looking more handsome than anyone should have legally been allowed to.

Opting to stick with his love of black on black, he was sporting a pair of well fitting black trousers and a black button that displayed the muscles of his back whenever he moved. You barely caught yourself when you realized he was holding two ties in his hand and displayed them to you.

Flitting over to him, you took both options and shook your head, tossing them into the bed. He didn't say anything but raised a brow in amusement, "no tie. Just what you have on is fine. The black on black is an excellent choice."

"Yeah?" he asked as a nervous smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, "its not too...depressing?"

"Not at all, its very se- you look good Marcus," you promised him as he let out a nervous huff of laughter, "she's going a lucky lady, and she's going to love you."

"Hmm," he mused for a moment, turning his gaze to you in the mirror and trying to read your expression. You quickly dropped your eyes, not sure if you were quite ready to cross that bridge just yet - or ever. His hands went to the top buttons and he quickly undid a few, exposing the smallest amounts of golden skin, "listen, I-"

"I should go and help Missy with her homework," you quickly cut him off before anything else could happen or heavens forbid you confessed your undying love then and there, "and you finish getting ready, mister!"

Before anything else could be said, you darted out of his room and towards the kitchen where Missy was pretending to be engrossed in a book. You knew she was keen on getting as much information as possible and had not doubt been trying to listen in. She closed her book as you took a seat next to her and offered her a small smile.

"How does pizza sound for dinner? We can even go crazy and get ice cream for dessert," you suggested and despite her attempt at a serious look her eyes lit up with excitement as she nodded, "don't worry, we won't tell your dad. It'll be our secret."

"Alright ladies," Marcus came out of the bedroom now sporting that damned leather jacket that made you weak in the knees on top of it all. It was the glasses, perched smartly on his nose that set you off though. How could one man look so good? Practically unfair. Missy nudged your leg to snap out of your little daydream as you caught yourself, "I'm headed off. I won't be back too late. Missy, I want all your homework done and bed at a reasonable hour."

"Fine dad," she groaned as she pulled her folder out of her background with the day's homework.

"And you," he turn his attention back to you as you felt a flush of warmth wash over your face, "are an absolute angel. I don't know what I'd do without you. I owe you big time."

"Don't worry about a thing," you insisted as you motioned your head towards the door, "now go and have fun, Marcus. You deserve it."

"Thanks," there was that stupid, silly, soft smile on his face again, "see you tonight."

With a small wave, he was off on his date. There was a soft tugging on your heart and the back of your eyes burned ever so slightly. You took a breath to collect yourself and decided to ignore it all. It didn't matter anyways, Marcus was going on a date with not you, and whoever she was, she would undoubtedly fall in love with him. It was Marcus Moreno, after all, who wouldn't fall in love?

Missy watched you silently for a few moments before deciding not to bring anything up...not just yet anyway.

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“You should tell him you know,” Missy said through a mouthful of ice cream - chocolate chip cookie dough with lots of brownie and fudge, her all time favorite. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you tried to figure out what she could possibly mean. Your stomach churned at the realization, “my dad - you should tell him you like him.”

“W-why would I do that?” you stammered nervously as you tried to keep your face neutral. Missy groaned at your vain attempt as it become very obvious that the young girl knew exactly how you felt, “Missy, I can’t do that. He doesn’t...he couldn’t possibly ever feel the same way.”

“Why not?” she asked as she possibly off her bowl before setting down on the coffee back and pausing the movie you’d been watching, “you and dad both like each other! You might as well tell each other and get it over with. Besides, you’re a million times better than whatever her name is that he’s on a date with.”

“How could you possibly know that?” you laughed lightly at her fervent insistence, the words that he liked you too not lost on you at all.

“Because she’s not you,” she insisted, “and dad really likes you. He’s just...too awkward sometimes. I know he just doesn’t want to mess anything up. But I’m telling you, you both need to stop being fools and tell each other you’re in love!”

“Alright, little Missy,” you groaned lightly as she smiled triumphantly - she had you hook, line, and sinker, “time for bed, it’s late anyways. Go brush your teeth and get changed. I’ll check on you in a little bit.”

“Fine,” she sighed heavily, a trait definitely inherited from Marcus, “but you know I’m right! Tell him!”

You were about to make a smart retort as you watched her giggling form disappear up the stairs but decided against. Apparently all the times you thought you were subtle about your affections towards Marcus, you were being anything but.

Shit, shit, shit. Hopefully he’d never noticed. He was a Heroic, you reminded yourself, of course he knew. But he’d never said anything, never treated you oddly...maybe he didn’t know after all. Maybe this was one of the things he was blind to. Yeah...that was surely it. Besides, why would someone like him ever like you? You were just you and he was...everything.

You’d been so lost in your conversation with Missy and now your own thoughts that you’d had heard the front door open and close. You hadn’t noticed as Marcus slowly made his way into the kitchen and overheard everything. But Missy did - she was his daughter after all, and her little scheme played out exactly out she had planned.

Sighing, you stood up and stretched, still unawares of the eyes glued to you. Marcus smiled at the little sound you made, his own heart thumping nervously as he realized what he needed to do. His date had ended early - his decision -and it hadn’t been particularly fun. His date had been nice, pretty, kind, but at the end of it all, she wasn’t you. That’s what he had wanted. Enough with the skirting around the issue - he was finally going to tell you how he felt.

Scooping the dirty bowls up, you tried to figure out just how you were going to tell Marcus about your feelings. Missy wouldn’t drop it, you knew she wouldn’t. You could just get straight out with it - direct and to the point and lay all the cards on the table.

Or was that too direct? Should you hint some more; although that hadn’t gotten you very far either....fuck. Nope you were just going to have to do it once and for all.

“Marcus - I’m in love with you,” you tested the words out to yourself to see how they would sound. Your voice was a small, soft thing, but you couldn’t deny that you liked how they sounded. Deciding that it would just take some practice to get yourself ready to say the words to him, you repeated the words, “I love you, I love you, I love you. Marcus Moreno - I am in love with you.”

As you flipped on the kitchen light, you let out a small scream and almost dropped the bowls in your hands as you finally spotted Marcus. He was quick to your side and took the bowls from you, setting them back on the counter and offering you a sheepish, but soft expression. Nothing but horror washed over you as quickly came to the conclusion that he must have heard everything single thing you’d said.

“M-Marcus,” you fumbled over your words as he watched you with a soft expression, “I-I-I didn’t hear you come in, didn’t know you were back. I was just umm...playing around. Missy, she umm, I didn’t...ughh...Oh...this is...I didn’t mean it?”

“I got back a little bit ago,” he confessed as you hid your face in his hands; yeah, he’d heard everything, “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Listen, Marcus, I didn’t mean it, it’s just...Missy thinks that we’re in love or something, and I was just messing around...” it might have been the weakest lie you’d ever told and the look on his face said that he didn’t believe a word of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think...he was happy, “wait - you’re back? I didn’t expect you for another hour or so.”

“Left earlier than expected,” he admitted as he tried to still the wild beating of his own heart. He took a step closer and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to not completely lose the remaining grips on reality you had, “wasn’t quite feeling it.”

“Oh?” you asked softly as he shrugged lightly, “w-what happened?”

“She wasn’t you,” he echoed Missy’s words from earlier as an involuntary smile crossed your features. Holy shit - was this actually happening? No, no, no, this must be all a dream, “I should have asked you to dinner. A long time ago actually. I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess Missy’s right, I’m just an awkward uncool dad.”

“Me?” you pointed at yourself as he laughed lightly and nodded, “why on earth would you ask me?”

“Why would I...I thought it was kind of obvious by now?” he tilted his head to the side as you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, “I mean, Missy pretty much spilled the beans...”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you looked at him nervously, still refusing to believe that this was actually happening, “you like me? Me?”

Then he whispered your name, so softly, so reverently, so gently before reaching over and putting his hand gently on your cheek, “I’m in love with you.”

“Me,” you didn’t bother to try and hide your smile as he nodded, “I....yeah. Me too. Obviously. She’d been pushing me to tell you, but I didn’t want to...”

“Mess anything up?” he finished for you as you nodded, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in, “me neither.”

“Sooo...” you trailed off and flicked your eyes back his, admiring the way the soft brown orbs stared back into your, crinkling in the corners as his dimple was on display, “ummm...I should...I should go since you’re back.”

“Is that really what you want?” he teased as you shook your head before laughing, “do you know what I want?”

“Ummm.... no?”

“I really, kind of want to kiss you,” he admitted as your heart blossomed with joy at his gentle words, “if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip lightly, “I want that too.”

And then it happened, easily, fluidly, almost like you’d both been doing it forever. His hands found your waist as you tugged you close, your arms snaking around his neck as you leaned up to meet his kiss, His lips were plush and soft, and even better than you could ever have dreamed. It wasn’t some rough and brash tangle of teeth, with either of you fighting for dominance; no, this was slow and easy, intimate to its core and filled with nothing but longing and desire.

This was exactly what you’d always envisioned.

“It’s about time,” the two of you slowly pulled apart at the sound of her voice as you tried to find Missy peeking at the two of you from the foot of the stairs, “I told you both!”

Before either of you could say anything else, she darted upstairs and back to her bedroom, slamming the two shut as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He chased your lips with his own, giving you a few more soft pecks before you grinned at each other like fools in love which, you supposed, you were.

“She’s too smart for her own good sometimes,” he sighed lightly as you touched his cheek, “but I’ll let this one slide.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh honey,” he whispered before kissing you again - it was already something he never wanted to stop doing now that he’d had a taste, “what were you saying about having to leave?”

“I don’t remember,” you teased with a kiss to his cheek.

“Stay?” he asked softly; it was a question that held a lot more meaning than just one night, or something temporary. You both knew exactly what it meant.

“Yes,” you promised, “I’ll stay.”

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neko-rogers · 4 years ago

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All I Ever Need

Peter warned you about the dangers of online dating.

words: 4,007

tags: dark!peter parker, strong and explicit non-consensual elements, manipulation, implications of sex-pollen or drugging, lowkey breeding kink

a/n: please forgive me! i’m still new to writing dark!versed fics <3 but this was a request and i couldn’t resist (: if you liked this then you are free to help me out and improve my writing by leaving feedback or suggesting prompts that i could write about

It was emotionally crushing.

The moment you decided to create a Tinder account led you to all sorts of feelings.

As someone who had been busy with your final year of college, you never thought of engaging much in the relationships territory. With all these, you could only focus on finally graduating and obtaining a stable job. The idea that you were providing for yourself, without having to depend on a significant other, was fulfilling.

It did not help further considering that most of your group of friends were just as hardworking as you. Peter Parker was one the closest and much more than just a good influence. Truly too good to be true.

Nonetheless, you finally tried out those infamous dating applications you have been hearing. Despite warnings from your friends about how dangerous it can be, you were confident that you were smart enough to handle it.

“You're still hung up on that app?” Peter interrupts alongside.

The professor dismissed the class moments ago, and at least half of the people already exited the room. As always, Peter waited for you before heading for next subject.

Admittedly, you were a bit caught up with your phone. Swiping left and right sounded boring, but for some reason you found it amusing how convenient it can be – the interaction and messages was a bonus. “So what if I am?”

You lock your phone before Peter got to snoop further. Both your reflections could be seen amongst the black screen as you placed it on top of your other textbooks to be carried.

“Any interaction online is dangerous,” he explains. “I thought you out of all people should know that, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at his remark. “You’re only a year older than me yet you sound like my dad. You know I’m already twenty-two, right?”

“I’d hate to be the one to say I told you so when your world comes crashing down,” he consoles.

“Oh thats bullshit, Parker.” You could almost laugh at his sense of ridicule. “Like you said, I’m smart. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle online dating. Have faith in me, yeah?”

“Yeah, whatever. It’s fine.” Peter nods, still beside as you walked along the hallway. “It’s not like you’re already going on a date with one of them, right.” His assumption comes off as a statement rather than a question.

However, you stay quiet seeming as it was best to leave it unanswered.

“Oh no, please don’t tell me you’re seeing someone already.” Peter looks back when you decided to stay a meter behind him to save you from the guilt.

“It’s just a second date, it won’t harm me,” you defended. “Plus, he goes to the community college nearby.” “What?! You two are already on your second date before you told me, or anyone of your friends?” You could understand where his temper was coming from, but in the end, it was none of their business.

“I know, but I just thought it wasn’t a big deal. Besides this is about me and Jacob.”

Fortunately enough, you and Peter have the same subject which was BioChemistry. This time, he followed you behind while you avoided his gaze. He waited until you took a seat along the second to the last row, and then taking his seat next to you.

You look straight, facing the chalkboard displayed at the farther side of the room. Though you could not see Peter entirely, you could see his glowering look by the corner of your eye. “So his name his Jacob, huh, tell me more about him.”

This was the reason why you could not update him, or any of your friends. You knew this would happen. They begin getting so nosy around your life before they even realize it.

Surely, you did love your friends, much more the boy sitting next to you. They have been with you since freshman year, and you were more than grateful for one another’s support.

“Peter, I don’t think that whatever I tell you would concern you,” you state clearly to avoid a dragging conversation.

“But we care about you, I care about you, Y/N.” He pouts, “The moment he tries to hurt you, you’ll run back to us and cry about it. I just want to skip seeing that part knowing I can’t see you heartbroken.”

You furrow your eyebrows. His statement comes off as a bit acquisitive, but you knew that it was just his concern caught up in the moment. “That’s the problem. We all need to eventually fail or feel pain. It’s normal, especially for young adults like us, Peter!”

There was a lot of things you wanted to say now. He trigged you somehow and now you’re at the edge of becoming a rambling mess. The worst part of it was that you were scared that you might say something that you would not be able to take back.

“Okay then I’ll–”

“No look, I apologize for raising my voice.” You sighed to calm yourself down and compose your thoughts better. “You know I adore you so much, Peter. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But this can’t be forever, I’ll eventually have to learn how to deal with these kinds of stuff.”

You got through barely half of your day yet you could already feel the emotional turn of having an argument with one of your best friends.

And eventually, your professor entered the room. Barely giving the two of you a moment to continue the heated conversation just seconds ago. The displeased look on Peter’s face remained as he looked in front, acknowledging that both of you took lectures seriously. He wanted to pick up this argument at another setting.

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"Congrats to your first ever anniversary!” Your friends applaud just as Jacob was seated next to you.

“We’re so proud of you.”

“You two look so happy together!”

“Both of you look amazing, practically perfect for each other.”

“Can’t believe it’s already been a year.”

A year has passed, your group of friends remained even so with Peter. In addition, they learned to accept your boyfriend despite their doubts on online dating sites and applications.

Just as they learned to trust your decisions more, you also learned way more about your significant other. Though despite your differences in fields, you learned to love him more than you thought you could.

All of you have freshly graduated from college. Most of your friends did not have much planned so far; however, as your friendship with Peter remained, he grew to understand your feelings more and handled it sensitively.

After your argument during your early days of dating Jacob, he eventually apologized for his behavior too. Though that was not the only time your friendship with him was put to a test. After the succeeding months, Peter still gave feint warnings and acted a bit overprotective when you tried telling him how you wanted to take your relationship to another level and get more serious.

Nonetheless, you did not let any of your peers affect your view upon your relationship. Seeing that you were now at your first anniversary, you were happy that you followed what your heart and gut believed in.

“To be honest we didn’t expect our Y/N to be getting into a relationship before we graduate, let alone celebrating her first anniversary!” Liz joked. “But in the end, just know that we love you and we’re here for you.”

You smiled, looking at your friends who seemed to share the same feeling. After graduation, everything feels too good. It feels as if your life was falling into place.

Not only have you gotten into a relationship with a kind guy. You also attained high ranks among the other students in your program, which led to companies offering you internships right off the bat. Rather than you worrying about where you’re heading to after college, you got the privilege to pick what you wanted to do.

Surprisingly, you got an offer from the Stark Industries to become an internship on being their analytical chemist. It was the most tempting offer you got. Who would not accept an opportunity like that, right?

When you learned that Peter also got an offer, you were more than happy for him. You knew he was one of the smartest persons in class and he deserved it just as you did.

Both your contracts agreed that the internship starts a month from now which was just perfect, considering that you also have a few things to do prior to it.

“Well, this girl also has a lot planned ahead,” you announce while catching the attention of your friends that were circled around you. “Me and Jacob were talking about moving in probably in his apartment by the end of the month.”

Your intention was not to brag. Everyone could see how genuinely excited you were with such a big event. You were just so happy that despite what every one thought your relationship would end, you accepted whether the outcome would be good or bad.

Your friends cheered at you for taking a big step into your relationship. Looking back, you were so scared to accept the second date, but little by little you could not notice how much progress has been done.

“I am so thankful for you guys.” You smiled and nodded at them before looking to your side where Jacob happily watched you interact with your friends. You slung your arm over his chest and planted a kiss directly at his lips.

“We’re always here for you, Y/N,” Peter added along with a smile.

Unbeknownst to you, just as your friends had left the celebration, you had big news yet to hear.

As you drape your purse over one shoulder, your boyfriend assisted you out. He held one side of the door for you and walked after you. He held onto the side of your waist until both of you reached his car.

Like the gentleman he is, he went over to the passenger side to open the car door for you before doing the same for himself at the driver’s side.

When both of you were finally inside the car, Jacob had not started the car immediately. He paused with fingers gripping around the edges of the steering wheel.

His sigh was just as evident, hearing it echo around the car which left chills across your skin as you looked at him. “You seem bothered. What’s wrong?”

He avoided to look at you just as both of your hands reach for one of his. He lets you toy with his fingers yet his gaze still directs straight at the gas pedal. You lean further to catch a glimpse of him, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey, what’s bugging you, babe? I’m here to listen.”

“I’m sorry,” he starts off. The puzzled look on your face apparent as to what he’s trying to apologize for.

“What do you mean?”

“I just don’t think you deserve to stay with someone like me.”

His self-loathing was not settling your confusion in any way at all. “I still don’t get it.” You did have an assumption in mind, but you chose not to jump into it as it might flare up on what’s happening now.

“I think we need to break up,” Jacob swiftly drops.

Slowly, you pull back and rest your back against the window. You bring a hand up to brush the little fringes in front of your face. You were trying to comprehend everything that’s happening. “I don’t understand. Why so sudden?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Y/N–”

“Then what should I get?” Your voice starts to crack as you hold back the tears. “I don’t understand anything at all! You seemed so happy a couple of hours ago.”

“That’s why I’m apologizing,” he softly explains. “You don’t deserve me, I’ve been so horrible to you–”

“You have been so nice to me. I don’t know where you’re getting all of this, at all!” Eventually, tears could not help but form around the corners of your eyes.

Jacob sighs, finally looking at you. “You deserve so much more than this, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Finally, the tears began to spill. You covered both your eyes with your palms, trying to both hide and wipe them away. “Y-you can’t just break up with me after celebrating our first anniversary.”

“I’m sorry–” “Stop saying that,” you sniffed. You did not know what annoyed you more, hearing him apologize like a broken record or hearing him imply the ‘its not you, it’s me and you deserve more’ bullshit. “You’re too cruel.”

“I’ll drive you to your house,” he offers. The look on his face seemed very guilty. You did not know what was behind these sudden turn of events, but either way you were heartbroken for how

“No,” you stated. “Uhm, I have a friend who lives nearby. You can drop me off there.”

“Okay.”

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“That’s pretty much my night in a nutshell,” you sighed as Peter entered his room with a blanket and some clothes in hand.

Your legs were cross-seated over his bed as your hid your face with your hands. Peter frowned as he walked over to the edge of his bed where you were positioned. “I just don’t understand why he dumped me all of a sudden, might I add, dumped me on our first anniversary!”

You felt a hand over your back, rubbing slow and comforting strokes as you continued to cry. “Just as I thought I was getting to know him better.”

It was emotionally crushing.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Well.” You look up at him despite knowing your nose eyes eyelids became swollen, “You can finally tell me that you told me so.”

“That doesn’t matter right now.” His hands move to the ends of your hair, toying with the strands before turning half of his body aside. He reaches for a mug that situated on top of his nightstand, “Here. I brought you a cup of tea.”

“Thanks, but I’m not really thirsty–”

“Drink,” he calmly says. “You need to get hydrated after crying.”

You could not argue with that. You’ve definitely lost a lot of water in your body after hours of just crying, without drinking anything. “You know me so well.” you told him and added, “I should’ve just listened to you when you warned me about strangers online.”

“I guess I owe you an apology.”

Peter chuckled at your statement and watched you as your lips slowly sipped at the heated tea he had just prepared. “No need to be sorry about anything now, I’m just glad you’re safe. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Don’t worry he didn’t physically touch me,” you assure as he nods.

The adorable boy in front of you slyly looked down as he called for your name. “Y/N? Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Peter.”

“Why’d you choose to stop by my place amongst our other friends.”

You finally finish the entire drink he had prepared. Before you could answer him, you extended your arm in order to set the fragile mug back on top of his bed side drawer.

“Well for one, I still know where your place was, and it was closest from the restaurant,” you answered. “And conveniently enough, you were the first person I could think of after Jacob hurt my feelings.”

“I could vividly remember your warnings just as I realized he was breaking up with me already. I didn’t know whether to feel sad or ashamed. What I do know was that you knew me too well, even before I became fully aware of it.”

He smiled at your answer, and you gave the same look at him. “Well I’m glad you thought of me.” His hands reach over to yours and places them on top, feeling the warmth of his body over yours. “I would never want to hurt you, nor let you feel the pain Jacob gave you.”

“You’re too sweet.” You smile.

Your hands rubbed circles around your eyes first. Then you tried to lean in front, opening your arms wide signaling for a hug. Peter did not hesitate to hug you back, enveloping his arms while both of you rest your chins on top of each other’s shoulders.

From this angle, you could strongly scent his cologne. However, that was not the only thing you could observe.

As each second passes, you were not sure if you were the only one who could notice how hot the room was getting. Either that or that your skin was starting to burn up. “Peter?”

“Don’t you think it’s getting hot–”

As you were just about to react, you felt a pair of lips against yours. Peter had pulled back, and even when you could have realized it, he was pinning you down as your back presses against his bed.

And as much as this was entirely contradicting your morals, you did not feel an ounce of guilt as one of your best friends continued to leave kisses down your neck. You were not entirely sure why your mind was doubting this, but your body was suddenly, badly craving for touch – and Peter was conveniently doing you the favor.

“Don’t I think it’s getting what?” Peter sits up and teases just as he pulls his shirt over his shoulders.

“Nothing,” you groan. “But I don’t think this is a good idea–”

He shushes you, “Relax. Let me take care of you, yeah?

His hands gently released heir grip around your wrists. He was confident enough that you wouldn’t fight back after finishing the drink he exclusively brewed for you.

Your state of mind was perfectly right where he expected it to be. Just conscious enough to feel him against you, but incapable of thinking rationally.

He just hated how smart you were when it came to his friends and school; however, just as he expects, you were not as quick-witted when it came to relationships.

And hiring Jacob was definitely one of his greatest achievements so far. He lost a part of his savings along the way, but nothing could ever become as valuable as you. Now that you were in his room, let alone under his touch, he had the upper hand.

Peter was not letting you go that easy afterwards.

For now, he continues to leave kisses under your jaw while your hands lazily combs through the locks of his hair. He proudly hums against your skin after leaving gentle nibbles that started to leave evident love marks.

One of his hands creep under your shirt, reaching to unhook your bra. As he successfully does, he moves to adjust your shirt over your breasts. He gets a good view of them even without having to pull it over your head, smirking to himself as this has been a fantasy he has been dreading for.

“Fuck you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmurs. With one hand, he gently squeezes around one of your breasts just as he descends at your body.

“Peter,” your moan comes from above his head just as he was ready to spread your legs.

“Yeah, babe?”

“C-condom,” you mumbled with eyelids partially open.

He chuckled as a response, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

Peter tried to test the waters first to make sure he was completely in control of this situation. He drags the tip of his fingers across your stomach, further narrowing the path down as it reached at the entrance of your cunt.

He could instantly sense how wet you have become throughout his teasing. Both his middle and ring finger grew damper as he inserted them inch by inch, slowly seeing them reappear.

The warmth radiating around your walls excites him more, assuming how good you would be while his cock was wrapped around it. He instinctively curls his fingers out of excitement, forgetting that he was trying to handle you gently.

You react by tightening around it, along with a whine.

“Sorry, babe.”

Moreover, he continues it up until he felt his erection grow harden than before. He made sure he was completely hard before finally dropping both your pants down, attending to yours first until you were completely naked – excluding the shirt he did not haul over your head.

Next was his turn. He undid his shorts and threw them away ever so quickly. Then rushed to welcome himself between the space of your legs. “You ready for me, babe?” He did not leave a choice despite asking that either way. You remained helpless under him.

“Hmm,” was your only response.

Peter did not hesitate as he glides into you. He groans at your heat, grasping that you feel better now compared to when he was using his fingers. “Oh shit,” he groans while speeding up the pace of his thrusts, “you feel so good.”

“That’s it, holy fuck.” He was surprised at how responsive your body was still. Despite drugging you to the extent of being mentally incapable, your body was contracting all over him as if it was enjoying itself.

He continued to praise your body even if you could not understand what he was saying. The entire event revolved around him fucking you and leaving sweet remarks as if he was your boyfriend – and not, at all, a friend who laced your drink and made you believe you were somewhere safe.

Though Peter did say he was going to care for you. Ironically, it was obvious that all he can think about now is chasing his orgasm and nutting inside you. After all, it was one of his dark and twisted fantasies – to have full control over you, at least.

There were few moans coming from you, but the happy noises being created by Peter overpowers. With all of this, sexual, tension he finally got to release, it was expected that he was going to cum sooner.

“Fuck,” and other swears came from him. “Didn’t expect to cum so soon.”

As he did not care about your take on this, he also did not give a fuck when he was planning to cum inside you. Since he purposely avoided to wear any kind of protection, let alone learn if you were in any kind of birth control, anyone in their right mind would know what could happen the morning after.

Willfully, he made sure to go deeper inside you until he could feel the tip of his cock twitch as a sign that he was going to cum. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah,” he grunts as if you were going to reply. “And you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are.”

Even so, when Peter finally felt his release, he took a good look at you beneath. You seemed hot and bothered, but not as him. Your chest was heaving all the while he could feel the speed of the beating of his heart.

When he steadily pulls out, the awaited moment of his deep, dark fantasies finally arise. He could clearly see his own cum beautifully spilling out of your cunt like a cream pie. He could almost feel himself get turned on just at the sigh of it, but he considered that round two’s with you would be saved for next time.

“Peter?” “Hmm?”

“I still feel hot,” you purr.

Peter extends his arm to gently place the back of his hand over your forehead, feeling how feverish your body still was. There were few hints of sweat streaming from your forehead. “Let me take care of you, I’ll just run you a bath, okay?”

You childishly smile and agree with him, “O-okay.” He pulls back to be able to properly stand and proceeds to head to his shower with a huge smile from his face.

You were his.

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