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keldae · 5 months

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The Mistletoe Trap

Drastic times called for drastic measures. Or that's what Jonas insisted from his precarious perch atop a pilfered desk chair that he was currently standing on, in the middle of the dorm lounge, stretching to drive a thumbtack into the dorm ceiling. “Trust me, this will totally work!”

Lana dubiously looked up at him, arms crossed and blonde eyebrow raised. “Are you sure it won't just make things awkward with them?"

“Even those two idiots have to clue in with this!” Jonas hopped off the chair and stepped back to survey his handiwork. “I mean, this is a central element in every cheesy romance movie set around Christmas. Guy encounters girl, guy and girl both look up and realize they're under thr mistletoe, guy and girl kiss, guy and girl realize they're in love…”

“And are you an expert in Hallmark movies?” Lana asked, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“I have a mother who's obsessed with those movies,” Jonas answered. “I learn things by osmosis. Besides, you only need to see one Hallmark movie to figure out the plot for all of them…”

“You're not wrong,” Lana conceded. She looked over her shoulder as Koth emerged from his room, shrugging his jacket on. “What do you think? Do we have a chance of setting our favourite idiots up with this?”

Koth craned his neck to look up at the mistletoe and frowned. “Isn't it supposed to be in a doorway, instead of the middle of a room?”

Jonas groaned. “I spent long enough fighting to get it to stay up there without falling! Can't we break tradition just this once?”

“Nope. If we're doing a mistletoe set-up, we gotta do it right.” Koth jumped up on the desk chair and pried the thumbtack, with its precious burden of mistletoe, out of the ceiling. He paused and dubiously eyed the little pin. “... This will be a pain to stick into the doorframe.”

“Nothing some tape can't fix,” Lana said with a nod. She hurried down the hallway to her room, and returned a minute later with a roll of tape in her hands. “Just don't use all of it, mind.”

“You're the best.” Koth dragged the chair over to the entrance of the dorm lounge and clambered back onto the seat. “Am I centre-ish?”

Jonas stepped back and tilted his head. “Bit to the left… no, no, my left… smidge more… there, that's about as centred as you're gonna get. I'm too lazy to find a measuring tape to make sure.”

“Works for me!” Koth started taping up the mistletoe, making sure to leave most of it dangling in the doorway. “How's the rest of the decorating coming along, do you know?”

“Mako and Vette were working on what they say will be the most epic paper chain to grace a dorm floor,” Lana said. “And I think Kira and Xaja are in charge of paper snowflakes. A pity we have no space in here for a tree…”

“Or budget,” Jonas added. “Being that we're all broke college students.” He watched as Koth jumped back down from the chair, mistletoe in place, then grinned. “Shall we find covert watching positions so we can observe our handiwork?”

“Great, give them both performance anxiety,” Koth snorted. “They'll both appreciate that so much.”

Jonas snorted a laugh. “That's why I said covert, moron.” He sharply looked to the front door as he heard the sound of a keycard on the security panel. “Quick, that might be them!”

The trio scrambled for the shelter of the couches, and by unspoken agreement, all pretended to be intently interested in their phones. They could hear the sounds of two pairs of feet coming down the hallway, around the corner, and pausing at the entrance to the lounge…

“Oh, hell no,” Thexan's voice sounded. “Go ahead, Arcann, I insist.”

“Why do you insist I–?” There was a pause before Arcann groaned. “Ah. Yeah, there is no way in hell I'm kissing you, Thexan.”

Suppressing her disappointment that the intended targets weren't the ones who had arrived first, Lana looked up. “You know you two would have gotten a pass, right?” she asked. “Being literal brothers and all.”

“I dated a girl in high school who was really into a particular subset of the Supernatural fandom,” Thexan answered. “And I don't mean the Destiel shippers. I've had trust issues ever since I caught her quizzing Arcann on some very personal questions.”

“Ewww.” Jonas looked up from his phone. “Yeah, valid. Now shoo so we can wait for the actual targets.”

“You mean the two who were walking back from the cafeteria?” Thexan grinned. “You guys are not subtle at all about this. I mean, waiting for them?”

“Subtlety isn't working!” Koth complained. “We gotta go for the obvious now.”

“I still say we should lock them in a closet,” Arcann commented as he dropped his book bag by Jonas’ couch. “Or set up a blind date for each of them.”

“If they haven't figured it out by spring break, we'll try the closet,” Lana promised. “By then there should be enough sexual tension pent up…”

“What are we talking about with sexual tension?” A horned head poked itself into the lounge, a huge grin on its face.

“I thought I told you to fuck out of here and not come back again last week, Gault!” Lana snapped, amber eyes flashing angrily.

“I'm an invited guest!” Gault protested. “Hylo said I could come in!”

“Not if you two are going to lock me out of my room for three hours while you have sex and then have a blow-up fight!”

“That was one little argument–”

“At one in the morning, that woke both me and Torian up,” Koth interjected, scowling.

“So the timing wasn't ideal,” Gault said with a shrug. “Sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep.” He glanced upward and grinned. “Awww, but you lot can't be that hard-up about it! Look what's on the ceiling!”

“Not for you,” Jonas interrupted. “It's a trap for Theron and Xaja!”

“We’ll break it in for them!” Gault cheerily grinned, then darted through the lounge to Hylo and Lana's room, pounding on her door.

Lana sighed in frustration, jaw visibly clenched. “If he turns up dead one day, I had nothing to do with it,” she growled.

“We'll help with the alibi,” Koth nodded, watching as Hylo emerged from the room with her brow wrinkled. The frown turned into a grin from the Mirialan as she followed Gault under the mistletoe; the Devaronian took the opportunity to dip Hylo for a passionate kiss.

“Get a room!” Jonas hollered over when the kissing didn't seem to abate after a few seconds.

“And not mine!” Lana added indignantly. “Again!” She looked over at Jonas. “I'm much more sympathetic toward Theron now…”

“I don't lock him out that often!” Jonas protested. “And the one time I did led to him meeting his soulmate, so…”

Gault finally straightened up from the kiss and let Hylo up to catch her breath. “See? We're wingmaning for you, Lana–” His eyes suddenly went wide, and he booked it for the safety of the front door, fleeing Lana's wrath as the blonde started to get to her feet.

Hylo watched her boyfriend escape, then shrugged at Lana. “He's not wrong?” she said with a little chuckle. “It's just his way of helping – and look at that, I need to be in the library right now!” She fled after Gault, with a bit of a laugh, as Lana snarled something entirely unprintable at her back.

“... The library?” Thexan asked as the door slammed shut behind the couple. “She hasn't set foot in the library since term started!”

“You'd know, considering you live there,” Arcann commented.

“Very funny,” Thexan muttered, then looked over as the front door opened and closed again. “Is that finally them?”

“Get over here in case it is!” Koth hissed. “Act natural!”

“Gawking is natural, for having just watched Hylo and Gault apparently make back up,” Arcann commented with a grin. Still, he sat down on the arm of Jonas' couch, as Thexan hurried over to flop beside Koth. Still grumbling, Lana sat back down and scowled at her phone like it was responsible for her roommate woes.

And not a second too soon – Theron Shan was the next person to poke his head into the lounge, not realizing he was directly under the mistletoe trap. “Well, don't we look conspiratal,” he commented, looking at the cluster of students on the couches. “We planning evil things here?”

“Just concerning my roommate and the douchebag she's dating,” Lana grumbled. “Do you know of a good place to dump a body?”

“Xaja says she watches true crime shows,” Theron suggested, as the aforementioned redhead popped up beside him. “You got an idea for a good place to dispose of Gault or Hylo?”

“I owe Hylo one for that troubleshooting with my car the other week, so I can't help murder her,” Xaja said. “Gault, on the other hand, I can definitely help dispose of.” She paused, frowning at the widening grins being sent at her and Theron. “... What? Do I have something in my teeth?”

“Theron could help with that, if you do,” Jonas innocently suggested.

Theron promptly sputtered in mortified indignation. “I – what?!”

“Look up,” Thexan said with a smirk.

Both Theron and Xaja glanced upward – a second later, Xaja squeaked, her cheeks going as red as her hair. “Is that… which one of you assholes hung up mistletoe?!” Beside her, Theron seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.

“Doesn't matter,” Koth said, grinning impishly. “To quote from the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie – just kiss!”

“It needs to be cleansed after watching Hylo and Gault make out under it,” Lana added in a mutter.

“But– we're not–!” Xaja yelped. “Hylo and Gault are at least a thing! Theron and I aren't!”

“Being a ‘thing’ isn't part of the mistletoe rules,” Arcann retorted, laughing. “Or are you two chicken?”

“We aren't chicken!” Theron piped up, indignant despite the flush to his cheeks. “We just… uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “... Which one of you assholes had this idea?”

“Does that matter?” Jonas all but cackled. “Kiss her already!”

Theron softly groaned, then turned to look at Xaja, who seemed to have become very focused on a random spot on his hoodie shoulder. “Erm… listen, I'm sorry about this…” he started to say.

“No, uh, it's… it's okay. It's definitely not your doing.” Xaja looked up from her visual examination of his hoodie, still bright red. She hesitated, then glared in the direction of the couches and the pair's eagerly-watching audience. “Do you fuckers have to sit there and watch like that?”

“What, do you have performance issues?” Jonas grinned evilly. “I'm reasonably sure Theron won't care about that–”

“Forget Gault – I'm murdering you,” Xaja growled. She looked back up at Theron. “You can look forward to a single room next semester.”

“Works for me,” Theron agreed, giving Jonas a malevolent glare. He shifted awkwardly, then quickly stooped to give Xaja a brief peck on the lips, seemingly before he could lose his nerve.

“Awww, come on!” Koth complained. “That barely counted as a kiss!”

“If you dumbasses weren't fucking staring at us…” Theron snapped.

Koth sighed dramatically. “Fine, if we all look away, are you two actually gonna kiss properly?”

“You know,” Jonas commented, “if you're the one with the performance issues, Theron, I'm sure Xaja will be happy to help you out with–”

“I will kill you dead, Balkar.” Theron glared at his roommate and former best friend, then caught Xaja in his arms and stooped to give her a dramatic, lingering kiss. She squeaked as she was pulled into his embrace, then seemed to wrap her arms around his neck and return the kiss, apparently trying very hard to ignore the whistles and chorus of “Awwww"s from their dormmates.

They finally came apart after a few seconds, seemingly trying to regain both breath and coherent thought before Xaja looked over at their audience. “Happy now?” she growled, more than a little bit of bite in her tone.

“Immensely,” Lana answered with a little laugh. “Now shoo so we can wait for our next victims. If that pre-med student Archiban comes in here next with this week's girlfriend…”

“We hate you all,” Theron announced, as he and Xaja tried to make their way to their respective rooms with as much dignity as they could muster. “Sleep with one eye open until the end of term.”

Jonas laughed, then as the pair vanished into their rooms, sobered up slightly. “I'm gonna die, but this was totally worth it.” He looked over at Arcann and Thexan. “Hey guys, can I crash with you for the rest of week so Theron doesn't kill me in my sleep?”

“As long as you're prepared to deal with Arcann's snoring,” Thexan said with a grin. He paused, looking at the mistletoe contemplatively. “... Did we overdo it?”

“Nah.” Koth laughed and stood up. “Someone got a picture of that, right? Kira will be so pissed that she missed it.”

Jonas grinned and flourished his phone. “Sending it to the group chat as we speak. And if they aren't dating officially by the end of winter break, I may smack Theron upside the head until he comes to his senses and asks her out.”

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forourtomorrows · 1 year

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okay so i heard a lot of people talk about edgeworth's line on marriage in aa-6's dlc but what about phoenix ??? here is the lines mentioned by the way

Phoenix: W-Wait. You're not thinking about finally settling down and getting married, are you?

Edgeworth: Why do you always have to jump to such extreme conclusions? For your information, I have no intention of doing such a thing... What about you, Wright?

Phoenix: No plans here for now, even if I wanted to... (Well, at least I found out how Edgeworth feels about marriage. Not that it has anything to do with the case...)

"even if i wanted to" ??? like i know those are 5 words but if they wanted phoenix to say "haha i'm single so not gonna happen" they could've just made him say "no plans here for now, and not for a long time" or just end it at "no plans here for now" because it's like saying " i don't plan on getting married and even if i wanted to it's not like i can" (that's how i read it anyway)

and because i am completely not normal about this line since the day i read it and i mulled over it for way too much time (i have no life) i'm going to give some answers to why can't phoenix get married even if he wanted to ? why can't he ???

because he's single: the most simple answer and i guess the one the game wanted us to think about. basically he's saying "i have no plans for now, and even if i wanted to because well... you can't get married if you're alone" (i think people marrying themselves is a thing though). but again, if that was the intended meaning, they could've stopped at "no plans here for now" and call it a day, it's short and effective and people (like me) wouldn't be breaking their brains thinking about it.

because he's a father: OKAY before you come at me listen. trucy is amazing and everything (i love her. really) BUT that wouldn't stop phoenix from worrying if 1) his partner would accept getting married with someone with a child 2) if trucy would accept said partner and 3) if the two of them would get along. defo not the meaning intended but it's one of the first thing i thought about (because it made some kind of sense to me)

because the one he loves isn't interested in him/available: he has "no plan" on getting married because his love is one-sided. even if he wanted to get married it's not like he can if he's the only one in love, thus the "even if i wanted to". the "even if i wanted to" is meant here as a possibility "if in a near future i want to get married well i can't" which would make sense if he has a some non-requited feelings. seems rough buddy.

because he's gay/bi: the game is japanese and it was originally set in japan (even though the translation changed the localization of the game, i'm not teaching you anything) , and in japan, same-sex marriage is not legally recognized. so he doesn't plan on getting married, and even if he wanted to he can't because it's simply not legal. i don't really think it was meant that way but if they wrote it that vague it's not my problem if i pick the meaning i want :)

he's in a relationship with someone who doesn't want to get married: well, if his partner doesn't want to get married, it would make sense that he has no plans for it, even if he would've liked too, even if he would've wanted to, because well, you gotta respect your partner's wishes (there is literally no problem with not wanting to get married btw). so he's basically saying "i'm not getting married even if i wanted to because i'm with someone who doesn't want to get married". and that's okay !

anyway this is all i could think about concerning these 5 words(he is in a more financially and life stable position than in the 7 years gap so money wouldn't be the problem here), so if you have suggestions please put them in ! and if you have any questions please ask ! this sentence was so vague and could imply so many things and its contrary it's making me crazy. anyway i should stop rambling now haha.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #aa #i am in an essay mood these days like WOW #it's because i can't have much access to my ipad so i can't draw #and instead i am left here mulling over words #very glad i made this account though or else my poor friend would be the one hearing all of this

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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Headcanons on how each Penguin would react if you asked them on a date?

A/N: oooohhhh this will be interesting, a little sad with a couple ozzie's, but that's trauma for you! I was debating adding tnba penguin, but I felt like it would be similar to arkham/farrell penguin so I let the idea rest. I hope you and other Penguin lovers enjoy!

Asking Various "The Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot" Out on a Date Headcanons:

Arkhamverse Penguin:

He’s extremely flattered.

If he’s not too preoccupied with his business, he’ll indulge you on a night out.

This is entirely up to you, but if you want to be more than a fling or arm candy, best to make it known now.

Oz’s intentions first and foremost is for pleasure. The Iceberg Lounge is employed by a few birds that have spent a night or two with him. Whether it was for a better position or he eagerly sought them out and compensated them for is up for debate.

He will assume you’re just after the same thing and wouldn’t mind cause he’s getting something out of it too

So unless you’re into that, you better lay a couple ground rules

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Like Arkham, he’ll be pretty flattered. Even a little impressed at your confidence to ask a guy like him out.

He may make a game out of it, giving you a “maybe” or “we’ll see, sweetheart.”

If you are persistent enough, he’ll chuckle and finally give in, admired by your tenacity.

He’ll see to it that the two of you have a good time.

Whether if its a night at his club or a dinner at a fine dining restaurant, he’s got it covered.

If he finds himself having a better time than he thought, he would be more than happy to go on a second date with you.

Gotham Penguin:

Really?

But no really, what do you want? It’d be easier to just ask him what you want instead of wasting his time like this…

Oh, y-you’re serious? Why?

Very confused and flustered fellow.

Once well spoken man, turns into a wee stuttering mess

He probably won’t give a straight answer right away. He still believes most everyone is out to get him, and he’ll think the same of you.

He’ll tell you he’ll think about it, that’s about as good as you’re going to get until you convince him you genuinely want to be with him.

Telltale Penguin:

Extremely amused, he will think it’s absolutely adorable of you.

Will definitely scoff at first, he’s fueled on revenge and doesn’t have time for “dating”

Need ten times the amount of tenacity you needed with Farrell Penguin.

You gotta show this Oz that you’re not pulling his leg or wasting his time.

This means you’re gonna have to lay it on thick, how you admire him, find him inspiring and support his cause.

All of which is true, but it’s the only way to get him to take you seriously.

You’ll know you’ve got the date when he grins at you, chuckling. You think he’s gonna turn you away but the slight blush to his cheeks assure you’ve got a date with him.

Batman The Animated Series:

He will roll his eyes and actively ignore you.

He doesn’t need to be the butt of another joke for Gotham’s elite to laugh at.

You’re not part of high society? So, it doesn’t matter, it’s all a joke anyway.

This Oz has been particularly hurt by these kinds of relationships backfiring on him.

While the others can grin at you and don’t mind entertaining the notion (except for Gotham), this Oswald will be downright cold with you and will turn you down instantly.

He’ll probably hurt your feelings, but that’s because he’s been hurt and burned before.

You’ll have to be patient more than persistent. You’ll have to prove that you do want to be with him, and not for clout or a quick joke.

It will take time and he will be extremely standoff-ish, but give him time. He’ll smile at you, holding out his hand, and he’ll ask, “so…uh…about that date?”

And it’ll all be worth it.

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aestheticvoyage2023 · 7 months

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Day 284: Wednesday October 11, 2023 - "This was 27 months"

The 27th month was a really fun entertaining month, and in the busy-ness, and task loading I lost track of that quite a bit - I need to pay better attention to the blessings in my life - the blessing of this happy funny sweet innocent boy. Looking back, out of the heat of the moments, it all doesn't seem so bad - there isn't much thats terrible about these twos once you settle into the rhythm of it. And as much time as we spend together, he's become very predictable to me - I'd like to think maybe he feels the same for me. I spent some time away from him for a weekend this month, and spent the whole time feeling like I was missing or losing something. I can only imagine the same tether effect Audrie must feel every time she leaves home, and love her all the more for it. As much as it was overwhelming at times this past month to be the primary parent - it was a real gift, I realize. I was fully engaged in the work to grow my plate, and I was here as he grows his. Its fascinating then to watch Mama come back home into this ongoing operation and get back into his groove and fill him back up. Pouring so much in and as Audrie tells me consistently, we just gotta keep pouring in. Thank god for these monthly reflections, because otherwise it would be a blur. A blur with a tagline about how damn hard it was and how much work it was. But by stopping, it comes into focus. What a huge month for all of us. Our family is evolving, shedding skin, figuring it out. As hard as the molting might feel.

It helps that William is such a sweet boy, a funny character - a live one. And the training is fully underway. Careful now in the way we explain and what we explain and how we talk about him in front of each other - building him up, supporting him, coaching him - starting to work on making sure that he comes up a better version of ourselves. I am careful and intentional in how we spend our time together, making it positively impactful, and I work on repair where I don't do it all quite as good as I should, apologizing as he rolls his eyes at me. I am teaching him to use kind words, please and thank you, and I am sorry - to confidently ace his potty training goals, to play and be goofy, while learning and growing. I try not to hold him back too much or helicopter too much. I am working on building trust, explaining what I mean. I let him know when I make a mistake and where I can do better. I work to keep ahead of him, and keep pulling him onto the best path he can find to come out better than me. I am working on keeping things evolving for him, connecting with family, travelling to learn cities and different people. Breaking down his horizons, in a friendly nurturing unearthing. I am starting to teach him everything I know. His mama too. As he is starting to gain his independence, and his own story, that he now tells with more expression and more words than the day before. I set up play areas for him in the Great Room, pretending to run trains on imaginary tracks. Or I chase him on the rocket ship all the way to the end of Baker St, with no shoes on, and now he's on his bike. The world is growing and inviting him in. He is accepting that invite with a toothy smile, and wispy uncut hair, and a slew of unintelligible words.

And of all the many special treasures and lucky breaks that we've gotten with William, one of the biggest that we'll tell of and compliment, and attribute successes to, will be the fact that here going into the 28th month, despite the crazy herky jerky schedule of our lives, the Mama Milk Stream is still coming through strong for our boy and his brain and their attachment. Its something that neither of us really expected, when Audrie went back to work with the attitude of we'll just see what happens (a sentiment that also worked perfectly for our sleeping situation that we're not only settling into but preferring). Its amazing to me, to watch Audrie mother and nurture and balance all she does, while also keeping this flow of milk, and nutrition flowing for our baby boy and keeping the grace and space to manage me, her co-parent and crazy mad-man partner. Shes a saint that keeps this whole show bolted together. As I reflect on the big leaps that William had this month, with his ABCs, and counting, and imaginative play, and memories, and stories - its hard to not attribute it all to the root; that same Mama Milk that has nurtured him since the day he was born and is now running so deeply between them that even when she is gone for 6 days, it was like she never left. I ask him often when shes gone - "you love your mama?" and when he says yes, I make sure he knows - not near as much as she loves you, bud. He'll never doubt for love in our house.

And all the angsty hard days I had this month, were just a tired dad working hard at being a good dad. After all, I have a brilliant role model under my same roof to look up to and show the way. I'll keep that positive momentum going now into a more routine month. Continuing to work hard kind words, repair, and free play outside including walks on his bike, time at playgrounds, and weekends with both mama and daddy! If 28th month is half as lively as the 27th month was, we're in for a really fun memorable ride! These are the days we'll be talking about for the rest of our lives and I just wish Id stop it enjoy it more intentionally while its still here.

Song: Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs - Wooly Bully

Quote: “Don’t try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you’re good, bad things can still happen. And if you’re bad, you can still be lucky.” ― Barbara Kingsolver

Favorite Food: Popsicle (Red, White, Yellow, Orange - all the things).

Favorite Song: Sam the Sham & The Pharoahs - Wooly Bully

Favorite Book: Spooky Wheels On The Bus

Favorite Show: Max The Glow Train Alphabet Ride

Favorite Toy(s): Magnet Trains / Rocket Ship Rider / Planet Puzzle

Best Phrase/ Word: Announcing when the pee or poo is coming! Successful potty train in the books. Also this month saw the start of "Cheeeeese" and "I love you too" while we keep building muscle for Please and Thank You

Favorite Favorite: Running fast with his arms back like wings - he's an airplane. Faster than a racecar!

Least Favorite: When someone does something for him that he wanted to do for himself. "William Do It!"

Big First: Fireworks Show (Petco Park in San Diego)

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year

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In your infinite knowledge of everything and everything, do you know anything about being in a relationship with a narcissist person? Cause I think I may be but sometimes I also feel that I am thinking too much into it

The question you ask is, is their self-centered behavior at the expense of others? Are they exploiting, manipulating, or otherwise harming with ill intent due to their perception of them being more important than others, including you?

There does exist a healthy level of narcissism. As a person, you should think you and your needs are important. You choose who you surround yourself with to flourish you, not hinder you. When someone tries to push their self-image on another for their own personal gain with no regard to the other person's feelings, narcissism becomes harmful.

I'm sure you know, but I do tend to speak highly of myself. Mostly in jest and partially because at one point I only said negative things about myself. I found that it really wasn't helpful for me to be constantly with this negative self-talk, so I just started saying more positive things about myself, whether I believe in them or not. Is it true if I'm "super hot" and "super talented" and "super mentally strong" and "super humble"? Yeah. Maybe. (lol) But saying the opposite doesn't change the outcome of how people view me. Therefore, if I change the way I talk about myself and it helps me, I think I should keep doing it. I'm not trying to make someone feel worse, but I think everyone should see themselves positively and it doesn't make sense to say that if I don't practice it myself.

I think it's bullshit that you have to be overly deprecating to be considered humble or even that you must be humble to be considered "good". Why must someone speak poorly of themselves to be more pleasing to others? Someone speaking highly of themselves does not necessarily mean they are trying to put other people down. More people should see the good in themselves and acknowledge those parts to give themselves strength.

To get back to your original point, although narcissism is not inherently negative, there are negative connotations to it because, like everything, this is a spectrum and the extreme is very noticeble. (This is the case that you will notice them. They will be sure of it.) It's no secret this current world society is hyperfocused on comparison. Sometimes you see someone that has the confidence you want and you feel bad. That's society influencing your thinking. It is when a specific person flexes their confidence directly on you that you start tilting your head and thinking, "uh, wait a second here." Because this an act directed at you, using your insecurity to their benefit.

I said all that stuff about myself previously because there was a time that I didn't understand the difference between 'positive self-talk' and 'being a shitty asshat'. Learning curve, hah. For some people, you just gotta tell them, "Hey, you're acting really full of yourself right now. You're making people feel like shit. Shut up." Takes a couple times but you have to say it. You can't enable it and let it slide. (Maybe say it in a nicer way tho. XD) These people think their behavior is okay if no one objects to it, but that's because they aren't yet self-aware of their behavior and its effects.

With a true narcissist though, they actually believe they are better than you. You cannot change their mind. Some people even go as far as straight up gaslighting you because, in their head, "You're just making a big deal out of nothing. I am better. This is how it is." Their view of themselves is an absolute and you objecting to it is an attack on that belief. Now, I'm not saying that people can't change. Of course, they can, if they want to. But malicious narcissism won't, because they don't see themselves as the problem - you are the problem, and, if you don't fit their narrative, they will remove you from their life.

So, if this person is belitting you for their sake and they know and continue to do it, even when told time and time again, refusing to listen to reason, that's fucked up. I wouldn't want to be around someone like that, personally. I would talk about it with this person. Get to know their reasoning behind their behavior and actions. Some people do have personal work to do and that's okay. It's also okay if you don't want to be around as they're working through that. Everyone is at different stages in life. You can and should choose wisely when it comes to the people around you.

I want you to be healthy and happy. Sorry if that's super narcissistic. But also, not sorry. It's okay to put you first to work towards being your better self overall. I think you should. Tho, all this is just coming from someone who is super hot and super humble. ;)

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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 years

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it’s the "gotta use Politics when talking about Abuse” monologue corner....

namely that if you only use the framework of Personal Responsibility(tm) to even consider what abuse is then that can only lead to victim blaming

even the effort to Define abuse via personal responsibility focusing on like, well okay, how does a dynamic of abuse spontaneously manifest between two people then? and when it’s solely about Bad / Harmful / Mean Treatment from someone, then like, you can’t really pin any of that shit down as what defines abuse, when people having the intent to affect someone negatively, or not necessarily that intent but hurting someone / having that negative effect anyways, or whatever spontaneous interactions that go badly / aren’t exactly constructive & relationship enhancing, etc etc etc, are hardly guaranteed abusive or exclusive to that. but when it’s about What Can An Individual Do Wrong alone, as per “we have to understand & solve things through the lens of Personal Responsibility as the be all end all essence of any social phenomena,” then it’s probably gonna be easy to get stuck in the realm of “well then we can’t just call anything that affects someone badly as Abusive” which in turn means “abuse” becomes this matter of like, well, it has to be something extreme that is thus Rare enough (cue: people going “well Everyone can’t have Trauma” like, they really can though lmfao. why should it be a Relative matter that shifts to mean “cut off to be: what we think only happens rarely”) and it’s also convenient, as it always is, to talk about the Unknowable Save To The Individual Themself matter of what someone’s real intentions & inner motivations & qualities are, like, well of course abuse would then also result from the Bad intention to abuse, and anyone can get caught up in not wanting to feel like they themself have that quality or capacity or whatever where people will be like wuh oh gamers, we’re surely starting to throw “Abuse” around too lightly (that has not really Overall been a problem, is it new that someone can use language in bad faith to serve their own purposes, people who are being abused aren’t immediately like “i am being abused” and you can always try to rationalize it some different way / sympathize / excuse / etc, cue again sentiments like, well clearly someone who’s being abused is Letting that happen)

tbt a few months ago or something where quotes from some book like “conflict is not abuse” or whatever were apparently going around, like, already from the get go in that “we’re throwing around ‘abuse’ too lightly” oeuvre & the quotes i mostly saw were, even if you do accept the premise that any scenario / example posited therein is, in fact, not abuse, framed with bog standard victim blaming arguments & sentiments. some people are just too sensitive, any dynamic / relationship will have its problems / arguments / Conflicts, well it takes two to tango & maybe the Real problem comes when someone puts up a brick wall by Withdrawing & isn’t that unreasonable & why shouldn’t You tell Me if you’re uncomfortable while I’m Just Like This & I Know i don’t want to / won’t hurt you on purpose so I can’t be the problem, etc etc. things that Can Be True or whatever but like, a good faith read is never gonna be right. who out here Is good at handling “conflict” when generally an interpersonal conflict is considered Solved if, perhaps, some social hierarchy gets settled back into place and someone who might be uncomfortable / unhappy just shuts up about it & then how can anyone else be blamed if that person never said anything, huh??? rather than questions of, you know, well confrontation is not All Conflict & vice versa, what allows people to feel safe in Any given interaction with Anyone, b/c You may never notice a conflict only b/c you get to keep running over the other person who doesn’t feel like they can get anything else, and may in fact, not have the power to ensure that they do (spoilers: i’m arguing for identifying and analyzing Abuse through the framework of Power backed by ideology rather than emotion or intent) like, an abled cishet white man who never has to be aware of the elevated power afforded to that group that allowed him to Succeed more than others in whatever way, so bigotry & discrimination can’t play a part & surely isn’t a real problem & this is all merit now (& cue the implication that Persisting inequality is the fault of the affected groups, implying they’re deficient / Worse / less deserving, and/or Did deserve the discrimination Before that’s so totally over nowadays....) because he didn’t like verbally invoke “give me that promotion b/c i’m white” or whatever and was never Aware of anyone around him being treated worse or having less power even in casual situations and Wouldn’t He Know???

and segue into how the altar of Personal Responsibility And Everything Is Earned On Merit of course is very convenient b/c it actually asks the Least of any given person / abdicates responsibility. if you see some Social Problem / someone suffering and go “well, they bring it upon themself, probably” you can tell yourself that neither you nor anyone has to do fuckall about it, individuals who Do choose to intervene are actually just enabling people Letting shit happen to them, and there doesn’t have to be any overall societal change to address the root causes of people’s situations, which may not only Affect you, but might ask anything of you (even more than a fraction of your money in taxes Ostensibly going to help such people, rather than all going to fund weapons like god intended) and/or even mean you have Less Power if it’s no longer power over such people (who bring it upon themself!) and another segue into how like, oh Things As Is / one’s idea of what’s Normal must be okay enough, so any societal changes that one will acknowledge Have to themselves be limited to the realm of Personal Responsibility. like, cue the intermittent event that is [someone talks about ableism behind words like Stupid or Idiot and everyone passes it around like “UMM ridiculous this is why i don’t care about ableism, the activists are being silly”] where it’s like, “think about your words” is both about the limit of what someone will consider to Solve [Social Problem] yet they’ll also point out like well This can’t be a big deal, right? so i’m not gonna bother. catch me doing the real shit: hypothetically waiting on those damn activists to come up with something this person approves of, waiting on a tweet about That to show up for them, & then ignoring it as also far fetched, too niche a problem, come back when you have something Eye can do in my normal life.......wherein like, a whole glossed over step there is how like, You could consider not whether you choose to alter your vocabulary or whatever (like, certainly, nobody’s called me the R word but i’ve been called obtuse & stupid & an idiot & whatever else in The Exact Spirit of it. this also doesn’t mean i think people may as well be using the r word too.) but Reevaluating A Framework / Your Understanding of everything here. where you can think of / notice / analyze the ways [xyz]’s permeation is present & affects Seemingly neutral, ordinary parts of everyday life, and consider its impact, like how words to describe disabled / nd people become more informal insults that are commonly used in that way enough that That becomes the supposedly formal definition and if centuries later we use these things flippantly / without malice and also manage to direct it again at nd people without thinking it’s some Technical Term abt disability, then if someone goes “well i think these words are bad b/c of their origins” then people can have a great time dismissing the particular [don’t ever use them then] directive And the underlying idea about Why and be like “lmao stupid. anyways”

that’s a bit of a tangent lmao but where are the boundaries? this is all interrelated / potentially different manifestations/applications of the same stuff. people like, well i’ve never noticed This happening much in my day to day life, i think everything is Ordinary enough, i think i don’t have malice behind what i do, i think most people don’t have malice behind what they do, so we must be good to go....no need to change anything Fundamental, or that seems too accepted as true, or would Ask too much from people Who Isn’t Personally At Fault, since of course this is all about personal responsibility & shit. why accommodate disabilities when it’s not Normal People’s fault some people are disabled & those people are in the minority right so why Inflict [you have to change behaviors / navigate things Not For You] upon all, or any, abled people about it? as though suddenly it’s Undue and Harmful to have to consider other people, to move through the world and take actions with their existence & experience in mind as just as real & just as worthy as your own, cough, key concepts here....why shouldn’t allistic people, who have only committed the crime of Existing Normally, perhaps have to think about the ways that their “normal” ideas about relationships, communication, interaction, etc, are all fucked & about The Social Hierarchy & power struggles therein & Actually about being desperate to avoid Actual Conflict, cue the double empathy problem, the conflict of a Misunderstanding / Misinterpretation is one that should be understood via kneejerk reaction as some malicious power play from the Weird, Difficult, Rude, Grating Person over there, go ahead and also kneejerk retaliate, or even if you don’t, Definitely retaliate passive aggressively in ways that person can’t actually do anything about via [general ostracizing / rejection of an autistic person] wherein, b/c that individual Doesn’t have the power of “being a group rather than one person” or the power of Acting Allistically In Ways Where People Think You Deserve To Be Acknowledged / Included / Even Appealed To, and they’ll be lucky if someone is another odd one out who will be decent to them, and perhaps lucky enough to have someone with Power, like a higher up, be on their side & be able to do anything about it, which still might not protect them that much. but umm why don’t autistic people just learn to act right....after all, Most People aren’t autistic, and we’re all being Normal without any Personal Malice, like how nobody goes “time to be mean to this person for the fact that they’re autistic” when that autistic person Obviously is getting to be so Rude and Annoying, thus wronging me, & i’d respond to Any rude annoying person by snapping at them or insulting them or just deciding they suck & i hate them, so I’m being fair, now it’s time for Their personal responsibility to be fair to Me and stop bothering me, or else they bring it all upon themself....and so on. why should allistic people have to learn the autistic social skills that they’re shit at & totally unaware that they’re shit at, ft. like, communicating to actually communicate? not assuming you can read someone else’s mind and that your immediate kneejerk interpretion / Guess about their mood or meaning or motivation must be accurate? god, sorry for being normal, why should I have to do anything about it to make it so that [difficult to idea of what being autistic without trauma looks like] doesn’t have to be true, probably they’re bringing it upon themselves. autistic people stop Earning/Deserving/Causing/Allowing trauma challenge: there, i’ve solved ableism. why should i have to think about incorporating ideas about how to treat nd people decently & successfully & Deservedly into like, my life as a whole, rather than a list of rules for very special and very rare and very fleeting occasions??? and if you Do get a list of rules, feel free to go “well this is clearly Not getting to the root of the problem, so i’ll express disdain for it and say it’s unreasonable and then wash my hands of the whole matter” like thank you hero, ableism is again over. b/c you’re waiting for disabled people to figure out what they should be doing themselves to make their experience Good & Normal enough actually. and that goes for anyone on the wrong side of an entrenched, systematically & ideologically propogated Power Imbalance

to bring it over to interpersonal abuse And disability (b/c like, also connect the idea of disability to the idea of Wellness, like, who’s “healthy,” who’s “living well,” who’s The Ideal Specimen? ties into a lot of things.) and to touch again on whatever’s going on in “conflict is not abuse” and just like, general ideas & sentiments, it’s always falling way short to Simply pathologize any Diagnostic experiences, like, autistic people figuring out themselves what actually being autistic means, b/c the shared Experience & Reality is there but the noted phenomenon & language is stemming from a medical / pathological model made by allistic people. exclusively considering Pathology is also going to keep things individualized & ultimately resolved through Personal Responsibility as well. so take it over to the idea of like, people who are abused then having perspectives, responses, approaches that are shaped by that experience and that reality of theirs getting That Quality pathologized lol like. idk, take the really oversimplified concept of like, hey if you were abused then you were like, Lied To / Tricked that things are like that / that’s Normal. like, no it’s not universal and certainly not The Natural Default(tm) for things, and maybe it takes some time to in fact realize that it can be different / it’s wrong, but it’s really not a lie & the victim isn’t “wrong” to have Gotten Used to things and adapted to that fact of their life, they weren’t tricked or something, that Is how it can be. the fact that people abused in one relationship might tend to find themselves in more abusive relationships, where someone might only go “ummm sounds like that’s definitely their fault, they need to have more Self Respect and shit,” like yeah maybe that’s what they’re used to, maybe nonabusive dynamics are actually overwhelming / scary b/c from the perspective of someone who knows [something that works v differently] That’s what’s unpredictable, but also it’s like, people aren’t victims b/c they’re Too Weak (thus again Worse than other people, deficient, Bringing It On Themselves / individually failing to exact the personal responsibility to get Stronger & thus stop being abused) like, people have resilience, people’s reactions where they Blame Themselves are ways in which they are actually affording themselves more of a sense of power in their lives even if, of course, when it comes to the material reality there, blaming themself doesn’t threaten the power imbalance / results in more room for More of am imbalance, again not the victim’s fault though b/c actually the person abusing them is not themself an object or spontaneous phenomenon that must be understood & accepted to just do what it’s gonna do) and like, people then having cptsd doesn’t become Something They Have Done Wrong when they’re interacting with Anyone Else. “but it’s not My fault they were / are abused” / “I’m Just Being Normal, how is that My Fault” / “god does it have to be Put On Me to accommodate Their issues when it’s clearly a Problem since like, ideally nobody would be abused. everyone would be normal” etc etc shut up to that hypothetical person lmfao. how about you’re not Wronged by being someone who doesn’t know how to interact with someone with trauma, or an autistic person, and you’re not Right for being More Normal than them, nor Just Acting Normally, or etc etc. what if you Do *have to* consciously behave in some particular way to interact with a particular person you know, which is already true for you & any given individual you ever interact with. what if your idea of I’m Being Nice, Or At Least Neutral Enough makes someone uncomfortable or upsets them. i guess you would have to write a book about it preemptively defending yourself from Specifically the word “abuse” being leveraged at you. we can’t keep letting them get away with it, now people are gonna be using their Ptsd for clout, like how ohhh everyone wants to identify as Autistic nowadays for that clout too, and oh boy now here’s all these trans people, or people i think should be cis merely Saying they’re trans (which i potentially think is all of them) Also trying to get that clout too. b/c suddenly there’s only a sense of the Power that might be at play when someone might have to like, genuinely think about something they maybe didn’t think needed to be spared a second thought b/c it’s just common sense / A Non Problem, and then what, have to change their actions???? have to think about this shit For The Rest Of Their Lives?????? WHO could be expected to think of this shit any time of day, every day???????? (answer: the people who already have to, b/c they are the ones adversely affected) but yeah i think we should take people with cptsd down a few pegs prob b/c they’re getting too bold (context: i don’t really think that)

umm so yeah actually what if Intentions aren’t what’s most important, nor feelings or even perceived character, because one looks at The Power Disparity as the heart of the problem, not the hypothetical hearts of the people involved which are either Good Enough that we can’t really blame them or Could be good enough so hopefully they can be won over / all Individually convinced to act otherwise. like the idea that someone can be as violently bigoted in any/every way in their heart of hearts but who cares / Sounds Like A Personal Problem so long as they don’t have the power to act on that in any way that could affect anyone else, and if they do, others have the power to shut that shit down? what of some hypothetical where the most sympathetic person in the world abuses someone who just seems like a total asshole. what of the limits of “well, what would be good for these people as Individuals” leveraged at an issue of interpersonal abuse. do we think that Improving The Relationship >>>> improving the power dynamic, which inherently means empowering the abused. for example, blaming someone who withdraws, shuts down, exits a situation or interaction or relationship entirely, like ohhh well That is unfair, That being unilateral actually wrongs the other person, who has The Relationship taken away from them, who has the Possibility of interacting w/that person further / in different ways taken from them. like, do we prioritize “anyone should get to have a relationship with another person so long as they want it / they think they should have it” or “anyone should get to have a relationship with another person No Matter What / no matter how they treat that person,” or do we prioritize “nobody should be abused.” is someone going no contact with an abuser Wronging Them b/c um well that would hurt that other person, that takes away the relationship, how is it supposed to Get Better if someone’s adding distance & subtracting communication / interaction / Access to themself?? is Anyone entitled to access to anyone else at all, much less No Matter What they’ve done with that access? is the priority “how do we make an abusive relationship Get Better / become a nonabusive, Good relationship” over “how can the abused party get out of an abusive relationship,” is the Key going to be supposing that the abuser Will Change, and again the power being all in their hands to, in fact, truly feel that they’re wronging the other person, & treat them differently. and possibly in going “well, the abused person can’t just Leave b/c umm what does That solve (answer: it solves The Problem Of Them Being Abused) so it must be the case that we also have to ask what They’re doing wrong / how They’re contributing to this Problem,” i.e. the victim blaming again, and oh as is always the case, if you move away from that / away from Personal Responsibility as the root/key to everything, you’re actually totally the one denying their power / infantilizing / disenfranchising them etc etc etc Whatever. while also, “well what if the abused person doesn’t / can’t leave? now it’s their fault for sure, and/or It Can’t Really Be That Bad” rather than like, what power are they lacking, like not having enough money, what is in play that means they don’t have money, what support are they lacking like [any connections / alternate forces that can keep people afloat if, say, they don’t have the money to do whatever, if there are barriers b/w them & other forms of support]....what if “what will allow this person to stop being abused” doesn’t have to be Good for the person abusing them. what if that’s a separate matter, and/or simply decidedly Not The Priority in such a situation. an analysis about The Power involved, rather than like, the Moral Ideals, the Personal Judgment, etc. someone can be beloved & sympathetic & someone else can be supported in getting away from them asap & entirely & permanently b/c of abuse & that’s not Wrong. unless one thinks that wellll, it’s Not peak important that someone without the power to do that already be afforded that power, and/or wellll power disparities are all problems of Individuals & power is Deserved via inherent superiority / merit sooo if someone’s abused then They need to individually make the change to stop being abused, and/or, underlying the previous sentiment, wellll maybe some people can’t be considered as much of people as other people & they deserve less, if a woman is abused by her husband then there’s nothing wrong with that b/c it’d be nice if every man Chose to treat the woman they own better, but they don’t have to, we can’t change that, how horrible if divorces are more available & women can have money & sign for shit w/o cosigning from a man. if a child is abused by their parent/s then that is that. what are we gonna do, let children not be confined to their home? just be Okay with someone going heartless sicko mode & separating from their family / parents??? that’s Bad, so it must be bad of the person, You Gotta be part of that family relationship No Matter What

anyways this has gone on a ways & idk. analysis focused on power vs theoretical “what might people who do Xyz really feel, does it matter if we think they are shitty & malicious enough / if things would be okay if Individuals who are good & benevolent were in such positions of power in such systems that dehumanize those who are Othered for being Undeserving (of being the have-nots that they are) in perhaps a chicken & egg kind of way. idk, if we’re gonna boil things down to The Individual, maybe it can be the Self & The Other & the failure to recognize the other as Also the self and yourself as the other, or certainly if not to recognize it, then to disrespect this, the border between that self and Other(tm) rather than the relationship that is inherent to Coexisting beyond even any direct interaction or emotional component....abuse as a power imbalance, abuse directly counteracted through material support / empowering of the abused, the choice to Prioritize this rather than more focus on what someone who’s abusing people might need to personally choose to stop doing that. (whole sidenote about how like, someone abused by someone may be sympathetic to them, see them as a person, care about them, want better for them, etc etc etc etc as would Theoretically be Ideal, and they can still recognize they’re being abused and do what they gotta do to Stop being abused. at the same time, do we think someone has to sympathize w/their abuser hard enough for long enough before they Deserve to try to take steps focused on [not being abused]. which they probably have done, but you know, what is The Perfect Victim and why should that matter / be a contingency/priority. people who Are trying to sympathize long enough & hard enough to see if that helps the abuse stop? oh well then that’s their fault, isn’t it. people who are just trying to extricate themself from the situation? oh well then that’s their fault, isn’t it, just Giving Up and abdicating their Personal Responsibility to improve the relationship, two way street isn’t it). b/c the Abuse Must Be A) Defined By One Party's Personal Malice & B) Extraordinary Enough As To Be A Rare Outlier “personal responsibility” framework will quickly lead to blaming victims if you follow any thread of that analysis very far. and like, how the hell do you enact anything about that Theory lol. results in Shrugging and “well i mean, i’m not abusing a partner or anything, so....?” and interpreting ppl talking more about Abuse as like, wuh oh, didn’t use to hear about it this much as though it were this common or like there was this many avenues for it to exist, people must be playing too fast & loose with it....now to lecture people about the only Real Ways to be transgender, or how well, isn’t everyone kind of autistic, don’t go self diagnosing, you just want that special kind reverent treatment autistic ppl get, or maybe i’m uncomfortable enough having to rework my expectations / understanding of [an autistic person] to include You, who i think is normal, i mean, I Would Know if someone’s autistic b/c it’s so extraordinary & unusual, and then when i Was interacting with them i’d get uncomfortable & avoid them i guess. oh don’t tell me you’re also Not Cis even though i think you look cis and aren’t [my idea of what makes someone not cis] Enough and god now i have to go through the hassle of using pronouns i didn’t already?? god forbid of changing my own understanding of you and of Gender Identities & what it can mean to not be cis & that being cis isn’t some direct translation of Universal Objective(tm) Reality??? that’s way too much to ask and you’re making it My Problem & why do you want to be special, i don’t get to be special, this is the down with cis bus running me over, very unfairly btw

anyways, have some more politics about it, is the idea. p.s. this really is brought to you by seeing a post the other day saying that Walking On Eggshells isn’t A Good Way To “Treat” Someone’s Anger Issues like, that is apples to oranges, friend. someone doesn’t start walking on eggshells b/c their intent is to make someone Different, it’s A Response to the situation they’re in and it’s about their own survival. which like Oh Wow Selfish like, yeah, if you deem someone looking out for their own basic wellbeing as selfish if they don’t sacrifice that for the sake of the person infringing on it for Their Own sake. don’t have to in turn blame that Angry Person for being “too selfish” or something either, and what will Treat them / Improve their own situation? is a separate matter from how other people around them are picking up trauma responses to look out for themselves lol. taking that path of “ummm having cptsd doesn’t make the situation better for the other person” (no shit they might resent it if they notice someone avoiding them / being afraid of them. doesn’t make it a matter of then blaming that person for doing so b/c it’s Part Of The Problem, it’s a consequence of the preexisting problem, not any cause of it) is like “ummm Leaving that abusive partner or Cutting Off Contact w/that abusive family member or Quitting that job or Unfriending that acquaintance? doesn’t make the situation any better???” like, you’re mid-stride stepping into the wider world of victim-blaming with momentum not on your side

#don't worry i'm also exhausted by this effort lmao. send post #long post //#my seeing that funny post the other day ft. megachusetts or long chile / turbohio & long florida like haha yeah picks up mic #and in what way would the recognition of an area as turbohio be meaningfully different than the way state borders are divvied up at present #what stops borders from being altered b/c it'd be funny. what is the border....its purpose....its costs....what is permissable b/c of Border #it's also different from seeing that post lmao b/c megachusetts is obv funny. weird counterproductive takes abt abuse don't humor me....#time to be done with this endeavor lol removing myself from the situation that is [still putting down words on this post]

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poppy-metal · 3 years

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"The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.”

A/N: im placing this before the sexual side of their relationship begins. A prelude of sorts, if you will.

Cw: voyeurism, smut, dekus secretly dirty mouth.

All things considered izuku’s room was...not as gross as you expected a staple college aged guys dorm room to be. It was cluttered but not disgusting, posters of comics and figurines and manga and some clothes strewn about, everything kind of frenzied and haphazard. It was so incredibly deku, a secret smile pulled at your lips, even though your reasons for being here were less than innocent

He’s wearing fucking pink. Because of course he is, of course izuku is humble and comfortable in his masculinity enough to pull off a bright pink t-shirt. It hugs his chest too, and you have to wonder if literally any of his clothes fit him and the tits he decided to grow in college. His image is so utterly imposing, his smile so bright, and laugh so airy, it sends butterflies flipping through your stomach at just the sight of him and that makes you want to vomit. Your lips curl in a sneer and you’re walking towards him and the group of friends he’s talking to as if on reflex.

Stupid, lovely deku. You knock your shoulder into his as you pass, hard enough that his books clatter and fall to the floor, scattering. And then those green eyes are on you, giving you his attention and your body feels alive, your blood cells buzzing under your skin even as he frowns. The dimples on his freckled face fall as he takes you in. Yes, you think, look at me, see me, want me.

Out loud you say. “Watch where you’re going, stupid deku” and you’re looking at him like he’s the dirt under your shoe. He’s not. He’s the center of your universe. Your world tilts around his axis. “Pink isn’t your fucking color by the way”. it is.

Izuku huffs. He’s past the point where he used to turn as red as a tomato and duck his head whenever you stood in front of him, but he’s still deku at the end of the day. An easy target. “If looking at me bothers you so much you could just ignore me.” He crouches down to pick up his things. His words make you itch, if you could ignore him, you wouldn’t fucking be here. Its because he exists too much, that you want to push him down so much.

You step your manicured foot onto his notebook right as he’s about to grab it. He tugs at it, you dont budge, and he looks up at you, exasperated. “Can i have my notebook, please?”

Why is he so fucking pretty? God, you want to throw up. You dig your heel in further, covering the flutter you feel in your chest with a practiced sneer. “I like the way you say please, deku.” You lean down a little, “Say ‘your highness’ and i’ll move”

It’s a thrill, seeing the way his jaw sets, his brow furrows, his eyes go annoyed. Sweet, sweet, friendly izuku. You’re the only one he looks at like this, like he wants to throttle you. But he won’t. You see his adams apple bob, his cheeks dust pink, even as he glares. “No”

You pause. It’s not the first time he’s gotten snippy with you, but the conviction behind it is new. You feel something in your stomach give a jump, your blood thrumming in your ears. You jerk your foot towards you, sliding his notebook out from his hands and standing completely on top of it with both your feet now. Your sticky lips, glossy and plump, spread into a mocking grin, “No? Do i need to slam you into some lockers and take you lunch money?” You feel a thousand feet tall, towering above him still kneeling, you on the high ground, looking down at him below you, where he can’t reach you. Can’t ever see the truth. “C’mon pansy, you’re already on your knees anyway”

But he isn’t anymore. He jerks to a stand, and now he’s taller than you, but you puff your chest out, not letting that affect you. It always affects you. Not that he knows or ever notices. Your eyes are widening when he steps forward so you’re practically nose to nose and chest to chest. “I don’t have time for you” he snaps, irritated. And then he’s stepping away as suddenly as he stepped up, the rest of his things gathered in his arms, he shakes his head at you, a tendril of that mossy mousey hair falling into his eyes. “I gotta get to class”

And then he’s gone, brushing by you, disengaging. You stand there, your breath stuck in your chest, not moving. ‘I dont have time for you’ over and over again rings through your head like a mantra. You step off his notebook robotically and kick it across the floor. It bangs against a wall and you feel your fists clench, nail beds digging into your palms harshly. ‘I dont have time for you’

You turn on your heel, away from the direction of your class, fury blinding you. Anger in place of humiliation, vindication in place of being humbled. You don’t know what crawled up his ass and made him think he was above you all the sudden, but you weren’t having it, not the fuck at all.

And that’s how you found yourself snooping through izukus dorm, with the intention of finding some kind of dirt, or something to hold over his stupid head. He didn’t have time for you? How dare he act like he was better than you, like he had things more important to do than to indulge you. You were still so mad you wanted to throw a tantrum, kick and scream and claw his eyes out. Straddle his stupid broad waist and shake him until all he saw was you, you, you.

You really hated him. Hated that because of him you were basically a bully because any attention from him was attention you thrived and lived under. Maybe if you weren’t so prideful, so disgusted by the weakness of your own gooey emotions for him, you would have tried to be the center of his attention in a nicer way, but as it was you were in too deep. This was the sick game you played, and losing wasn’t an option.

You hated how much that made you similar to bakugou in a way. You didn’t like that guy, and even weirdly so, you wanted to gouge his fucking eyes out for the way he treated and talked to izuku. Was it jealousy or possesivness that drove you to want to be the only one who could rile izuku? You wondered, sometimes, if bakugou felt the same way about you.

It was the loss of control, for you. Better yet, it was the way you liked the loss of that control. You had always prided yourself on being strong willed and a perfectionist. But whenever your eyes so much as grazed izukus, all your emotions went rattling around your stomach in sick twisted ways, giving you goosebumps, making you...nervous. It was a crush that had turned into an obsession, wasn’t it? And you wanted to make izuku suffer not only for invoking those messy feelings, but for not seeming to return them as well. If he couldn’t love you or want you romantically or sexually, you’d force yourself onto his radar and into his head until thinking about anyone else was impossible. Until you squirmed under his skin as much as he squirmed under yours.

Acting like you didnt exist was unacceptable. Obviously you’d slacked off on your taunts and actions, if he could just brush past you so easily, not taking your bait. You needed to even the playing field again, and by even you meant you needed to be towering above him again.

Towering over him so you dont have the time to think about how much you want to be under him, your mind whispers at you as you pick through his room, trying to find anything incripting. Someone like izuku would probably have something utterly embarrassing like a diary or some weird porn magazines, shameless, helpless guy that he was.

You huff as you open his drawer next to his bedside, nearly slamming it back shut in shock at what you see there.

You’re not stupid. You’re a healthy, young woman with an active sexual imagination and access to the world wide web, to porn.

Izuku has a fleshlight in his drawer. Izuku has a sexytoy. Izuku. And its green.

Izuku has a sex toy that he probably uses. That he probably sticks his cock into and moves-

An absurd laugh barks out of you, shocked and helpless. Because while in your head you knew izuku had to be some kind pervert, what other explanation was there for the way he blushed and darted his gaze around like a ping pong ball whenever you leaned forward and get caught a glimpse under your blouse, this is...unexpected. Imagining izuku in explicit scenarios, doing lewd things, it was something you didn’t allow your mind to wonder to often over. You didn’t like the way you got all squirmy and meek whenever you thought too long about izuku without clothes.

You feel kind of squirmy now, hot and uncomfortable as you shift around and try to gather your wits back about you. Revenge, that’s what you’re here for.

With a shaky exhale you turn away from his dresser, your thoughts flitting around your head like annoying gnats. What, who, does he think about when he…? What does he look like? What does his...c- You shake your head, slap your cheeks, trying to center yourself from the images floating around, flustering you and distracting you.

You’re in the middle of lifting the covers on his bed to peek under it, see if there’s anything there, when you hear the handle on his door jiggle. You freeze, every muscle in your body locked frozen like a deer in headlights as the knob twists, and then catches. Right. You’d picked the lock with one of your hair clips and then made sure to lock it again behind you just in case something like this happened. And by the, “Ugh” on the other side of the door, yep that’s definitely izuku. You’re shoved out of your shocked state, and bolting for his closet door as you hear the jingle of his keys twist in the lock, trying your best to close the door as quietly as possible behind you, it swishing shut barely a second before the door to his dorm opens and you hear him step in.

Class must have let out early or something, you think huffily, gently rearranging yourself into a comfortable position on a pile of his clothes as he shuffles around his room. You hear the thumb of him dropping his books, the shuffle of his feet, the clutter of him taking off his shoes and the squeak of his mattress as he plops down on it.

You tuck your knees to your chest and roll your eyes, picking at your leggings as you wonder how long you’ll have to hide before he goes to the bathroom or something so you can leave. It’s fucking stuffy in his closet already, the air hot. Your hand touches the soft fabric beneath you, realizing you’re sitting on one of his hoodies. Its too dark to see which one it is, but you imagine it as your favorite red one. Maybe you’d steal it as compensation for him making you sit and wait in his dumb closet while he probably stared at the ceiling with no thoughts in his dumb brain.

You hear him sigh, loud and dramatic, and then a muffled scream/groan into his pillow. Your lips twitch, he’s such a fucking drama queen.

Your little smile drops off your face when you hear the sound of his drawer opening.

Oh god. Oh no.

Your face feels like there are embers burning under it as you hear the unmistakable sound of clothes being shucked, a zipper and and then flop, and then….a slick wet sound and a sigh of relief.

Your eyes feel like they are bugging out of your head. Izuku is really about to fuck his fleshlight with you hiding in his closet with him none the wiser. You feel suddenly embarrassed and hot all over, hiding your face in your knees as you hear him let out a moan. A loud one.

You’re on fire, every part of you. You don’t think you can take this, don’t think you can sit through this and listen to this, think you should just burst out of his closet and use your bravado to somehow flip the situation and make him feel humiliated for getting off in the privacy of his own room, like he’s in the wrong even though you had violated so many boundaries for even being here right now.

You could do it too, you know. You’re good at twisting things, at powering through the complicated mess of flustered feelings izuku makes you feel and making it his fault, making him back down and cower. You could do it...you’re uncurling your legs and pushing your hands under you in the middle of getting up to do so when-

“Fuck. ___” Your name. You freeze, for an unholy, goldy second you think you’ve been caught, that he has acquired x-ray vision and has spotted you but no. His voice isn’t surprised or upset its...breathless, airy. He moaned it.

The first time you hear Izuku moan your name, its with you hiding on the other side of his closet door, your hand clapped over your mouth in shock.

Heat immediately shoots between your legs, your core throbbing unbidden in reflex to the sound, helpless to stop it, to have any other reaction. Your ass plops right back down. You turn slightly towards the door, pressing your side against it, your ear smooshed against the cool wood as you listen, as if drawn under a spell.

“You’re such…” You hear izuku pant, his voice deeper and more rough then you’ve ever heard it before. “A fucking brat”

Wet between your legs, seeping through your panties at his words, seemingly ripped out of him. God, he sounds pissed, wrecked. He cursed. You’ve never heard izuku curse before, never, even when you’d pushed him too far. Something really was different about today.

The slick sounds are more frequent now, steady and...and sounding like real sex you’d heard from porn before. Wet, sloppy, and slapping. Your knees knock together as you lean forward even more. There’s an invisible string pulling, tugging you forward, you want to see…

“Fucking slut” He grunts, and there’s a heavy slap, your breath catching in your fucking throat as you realize that...that must be the clap of his balls hitting the back of his fleshlight everytime he thrusts into it. “Always running your fucking mouth, looking down at me, so mean, you’re so fucking mean to me…uh..”

The sounds of sex fill the room and you can’t take it anymore, you’re burning, burning, burning, fuck the consequnces. You hesitantly and slowly turn the handle of the closet door, letting it slide open just a crack, enough for you to peek through, to get a glimpse.

His lean muscular back is the first thing you see, he’s facing directly away from his closet, thank god but oh god, that means you see..so much. The flex of his shoulder blades under his tan skin, the smattering of freckles over his shoulder, the long slender slope of his spine as it curves down his broad back, the dimbles at the bottom of his spine, flexing as he fucks his toy. His ass, because of course izuku would have a perfect round bubble butt. There are freckles there too.

Your eyes skate down, hungry to his large and heavy balls, low hanging and full, currently smacked right up against the base of the little pocket pussy he’s practically straddling on his bed.

It hits you again than, that deku is imagining that toy is you, he’s imagining fucking you in this position on his bed right now, imagining its your cunt hes pounding into, and your face he’s spitting those filthy words at.

Your hand is really moving without your permission when it slips under the band of your leggings into your panties, fingers immediately dipping between the slick folds of your pussy, silky and wet.

“-Wet” Izuku grunts, as you dip a finger just barely inside. “Fuck, i knew you’d be so fucking soft and good inside. Such a bratty girl would have a sweet cunt attached to her, huh?”

Fuck, where and when did izuku start speaking like this? His soft voice curling around such crude words is making you gush all over your fingers. You wish you could see the kind of face he was making when he said them.

“Yeah, you like taking my cock don’t you, baby?” He croons and if you close your eyes you can almost imagine he’s speaking directly into your ear, behind you. His thrusts get heavier, rougher, he lifts his leg up on the bed and you see a flash of the little green toy being fucked on his cock, big and angry looking. He’s being so brutal, hammering the thing down on his dick as he hips rut to meet every downward tug. “Milk it. Milk my fucking cock you whore. Wanna- fuck, wanna hear you say my name when you cum, want you to know who’s pouding that little pussy. The loser you fucking hate, yeah? Gonna cum for me?”

Yes, you whimper in your head in answer to him, your fingers curling deep, deep, inside, fucking yourself on them in earnest. He’s so big and you only caught a glimpse, but it was enough. Enough to know he’d fucking cleave you apart if he tried to fit that monster between his legs inside your tight little pussy. But you want it, god you fucking want it. You wanna feel him splitting you open, making you cream around him, making you beg for it. Making you bleed.

“One of these day” he says, his voice breathless but steady, even as it cracks. You know he’s close. “I’m gonna fucking snap. Im going to make you look me in the fucking eye and apologize for making me want you, and then im going to split that pussy open- fuck, im coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. Do you understand, b-bitch? Gonna fucking make you mine, yeah, take it, take your senpais cock you dirty fucking girl, ah!”

He slumps forward, hips humping into the toy and balls spasming as he pumps it full of his cum, shuddering deeply with little aborted whimpers. “Good girl, good girl” he pants, trailing off, giving one last little jerk of his hips before stilling.

You bite your lip so hard you draw blood to stop yourself from whimpering out loud. You pull your sticky fingers out of your cunt and shuffle back into the dark of the closet, curling in on yourself as izuku lays there, panting heavily for a few moments before moving.

You stay stock still as you hear him get up and shuffle around, his footsteps padding into the bathroom where you hear the door click softly shut. You spring up to your feet and don’t care if you make noise as you dart out of his room and into the hallway, sprinting like a bat out of hell as you make you way to the girls dorms.

You’ll think about how to reevaluate and recoup later. Right now you just really need to get to your bed so you can rut pathetically onto your own fingers and imagine izukus fat dick breaking you open. Never in a million years did you think he had those kinds of feelings for you, and you know it changes the whole game, is a whole other level of playing field where you now know he wants you on a physical level.

You feel powerless and lie you’re slipping again, don’t know how you’re going to point your finger at him and laugh when you know for every insult you throw his way, is another way hes fucking his toy at night, adding it as another thing to get you back for. If he ever snaps.

If. you want it to be a when, so bad, not an if.

You’ll make it a when. You’ll push him off the metaphorical cliff he’s teetering on to make it so.

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dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

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The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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One Day

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: light angst, brief smut at the beginning (nothing graphic) Summary: Bucky wants a baby but you have too many concerns regarding the super soldier serum and its effects. After a late-night disagreement, you two finally come to the conclusion that future plans have to be made. A/N: this is a super short little thing. i had this idea but didn’t totally know where to take it or how to expand upon it so i went with this hurt/comfort/angsty thing with a happy ending! it’s just short and sweet i think :)

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Bucky pulled you down to his lap, sitting on the couch as you two were fully encompassed in one another, lost in the make-out session that was currently ramping up. Your lips moved in sync, both practically consumed with want and need. Your bodies moved along as well as you grinned into his hips, feeling him already hardening underneath you.

Bucky let out a deep groan. His one hand left your neck and crept its way down your side, rubbing over your jean-covered thighs. You moaned into the kiss, letting your hands tangle in his hair. Gentle pulls caused moans from him as his hips began to buck in response to your grinding.

Getting a bit daring, seeing where this was going, Bucky slowly brought his hand between your bodies, playing with the buttons of your jeans. He popped them and went in to touch your core but your hand quickly came down to his wrist, halting all movements.

You pulled back, disconnecting the kiss. You opened your eyes, being greeted by a very confused but concerned-looking Bucky.

You frowned. "Can you grab a condom real fast?"

Bucky’s expression suddenly turned more confused than worried. He looked around his living room, realizing he didn’t really have any in the near vicinity. The closest was the bedroom but you two were already in such a great position and he was only thinking about…

"We could just forego one tonight, right?" He said, a tiny pout playing at his lips. His hand even sneakily tried to resume its original intentions but you kept his wrist in a firm grasp. He sighed. "Just this one time, honey. It’ll be fine."

You shook your head, defiant. "James, no."

Any confusion left on his face vanished. He knew where this was going. This wasn’t really the first time you denied him this which had led to an interesting talk but that was a while ago, fairly fresh into the relationship. Stuff had changed and you two were grown. It seemed this was coming back up and his eyes said he knew. Could practically read your mind which used to be a blessing, you thought, but was soon becoming your greatest enemy.

"Why?" Bucky scoffed. "What’s the worst that could happen? I’m clean, you’re clean. So, what is it? Please, tell me."

You gulped, shifting uncomfortably now in his lap. Your hands gingerly moved to his shoulders. "Just… Something."

He hummed, unconvinced. "Yeah, something," Bucky repeated. "Something like a child?"

"Bucky…" you sighed and pushed yourself off his lap, moving towards the kitchen. He stayed put, watching you.

"What? Am I wrong, honey?" The way he said the pet name made you shiver. You always hated fighting with him as the bickering was never over little stuff. You two seemed to always come face-to-face with heavy situations and this was absolutely no exception.

You shook your head. "No," you sighed, "but we’ve talked about this. It’s not that I don’t want it but with the serum, we just don’t know what could happen. What it could do to me or god forbid the baby—,"

"Then we gotta figure it out." Bucky stood abruptly. Your brows raised, watching him begin to walk over to you.

"W-What?"

"We have to ask someone," he said. "Doctor Banner could look into it, right? Someone out there has to know more about it because, doll, I… I want to start a family with you. I- Of course I know there are other options and I’ll happily go down that route with you if that’s what it takes but first I just… I want a child with my girl."

You gasped at his confession. Sure, Bucky had dropped hints throughout your relationship but he was rarely one to just come right out with anything. Hearing the words, letting them really sink in… Your heart swelled. He really wanted all that with you. Something, from the sounds of it, he had been thinking about for a while.

"Really?" You asked, your voice suddenly so soft from the surprise.

Bucky nodded, taking more steps towards you, nearly closing the gap. He grabbed for your hands which you happily allowed. You stared up into his eyes, seeing the adoration and seriousness swimming within them. You couldn’t help but really blush under his gaze.

"I didn’t think it’d ever be for me," he admitted. "Especially after everything." He paused, motioning towards his metal arm. You gently placed your hand on it. "But then you waltzed into my life and turned everything upside down. I just knew you were it for me, honey. You were the one I wanted to start a life, really start life with."

You didn’t know how to respond. You could only stare back at him as he waited, his eyes growing a bit worried with your silence. Eventually, you threw caution into the wind and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Bucky gratefully accepted it, kissing you back with as much passion and force.

You broke the kiss seconds later but still kept him close. "I want that, too," you whispered against his lips. "You know I want that too and maybe… Well, maybe it’s time."

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, a small smile playing on his lips. He moved back a bit, trying to take in your expression again. You hoped he saw the wonder you felt on the inside.

You nodded. "You’re right," you said. "We gotta talk to someone and figure this out. But I think it’ll be okay, Bucky. I think we’ll have our family one day."

Bucky practically let out the biggest sigh of relief as he pulled you into a crushing hug, lifting you slightly off the floor. You giggled at the action and returned it, wrapping your arms securely around him.

"We will, honey," he mumbled. You could just barely make out his words as if saying them out loud would jinx it all. "We absolutely will."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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thithesandofferings · 3 years

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“Open Wide”- Ogami Shirou x Reader

TW: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Dom!Shirou/Sub!FemReader, Comeplay, Choking, Voice Kink, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, Degradation, lil bit Size Kink SMUT!!

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put in into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shiro this angry before. Especially to say words like that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he absolutely has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

Link to my Ao3 for this fic= https://archiveofourown.org/works/25414948

This is bad .

“Look at you Alan, I thought you said Purebloods didnt get Nirvalys Syndrome? Let me put it into you, before you lose your mind”

Who says stuff like that to the enemy? Ive never seen Shirou this angry before. Especially to say words such as that. He barely speaks at all most days. Only when he has to. This should surprise me or- or stress me out but-

It's so hot.

“Hey you! Look alive we gotta go!” Michiru yelled, startling me out of a downward spiral.

She was right. I had to get out of there before the place was destroyed to shreds. I could barely think. All I could think about was Shirou splitting that evil bastard's mouth open and putting his power inside it.

I couldnt help but feel jealous.

His wolf had such a presence on its own, how could I not be affected.

I needed to get it together, there were still people that needed to be saved. I shook my head and ran after Michiru towards Shirou. She was chattering excitedly, but I honestly couldnt understand anything she was saying. My eyes were on him.

He must’ve caught something in my gaze because he turned his attention to me.

“You okay?” His voice was gruff from exertion and I had to take a calming breath from the shiver that coursed down my spine. He caught that too.

“I should be asking you that Shirou” I looked away, but with a sideways glance I grumbled that he was, in fact, amazing. He raised his nose a notch, almost an afterthought, and I could see him take a deep breath.

With his penetrating gaze solely on mine, I could feel my pulse jump and my temperature rack up a thousand degrees, I had to look away. He scoffed, almost smugly, and slid attention back to Michiru, who was still talking and running around. Something about having Shirou howl to the town.

We watched as he changed into his silver wolf form again to howl into the microphone. It was a beautiful site to see. Seeing all the animals completely stop what they were doing just to howl with him. Alan had no idea what he had been talking about.

Shirou had the Howl.

Michiro and I could only watch in awe. We were born human turned animals so we didnt have the innate instinct to go along with him. It was such an eye-opening experience, so much so that I felt a little empty at not being able to do it. Shirou looked so regal, the urge to fall on my knees in front of him was an encompassing feeling.

Shaking violently at the thought, I had to blow out a long soul-suffering sigh. Michiru glanced with eyebrows in an “are you okay” motion and I could only just nod.

What is going on with me? Where are my thoughts?

I had hoped that thoughts of Shirou would leave. The attention was of us and finally life was, in all intensive purposes, back to normal. Michiru was able to hang out with her fellow friends, and I- was able to start my work in the office.

Except, I could get nothing done.

Shirou was constantly in my peripheral, working on whatever case was in that week. But when he wasnt there, he was in my mind whispering in his growling voice about the things he could do to me.

I was dying.

There would be times where I would stare at a research book, never turning the page, just staring. It was becoming so hectic that Shirou asked if I needed time off.

“I know its been hard for everyone” Shirou had said. He had been in that leather jacket again. Who wears gloves inside? Why was it so hot?

Its not fair.

“What's not fair?” I looked up from his gloved hands and I could feel my heart rate sky rocket in panic.

I said that out loud.

His gaze is so piercing, it felt like he was staring into my soul. He was leaning on my door frame, completely relaxed. His usual bored expression was placed with something that was almost- teasing? Not that couldnt be right.

But it had been the same expression and mood for weeks now. His casual bumps and grins were so much that Ive had to actively avoid him before I had a heart attack. I wasnt in control of my emotions half the time, so any sort of embarrassment would make me change into my animal form. Even through his cold demeanor, it still seemed like he was laughing at me. I'm sure he could tell that I was flustered, especially when he turned into his wolf form. It always made my blood pressure go up and something slick slide down my thighs.

Which is what was happening now.

Oh no.

I prayed that he wouldnt notice anything amiss, but the world wasnt on my side. He lifted his nose up again and sniffed. It was as if he was trying to find someone miles away, but when he finally looked towards me, his pupils were wide open. Alert.

“You never answered my question.”

There was a hitch in my breath at that tone. That growl that Ive been dreaming about for weeks.

I’m so fucked.

“I-i uhm… sorry what?” I could feel myself blinking rapidly. I couldn’t get my thoughts in order. This was getting ridiculous.

“You humans are very odd,” Shirou rose up from the door, and for a moment I felt relief only to freeze when he closed my door.

With him still inside. We’re alone.

“You even more so.”

He walked slowly towards my desk. Well more like prowled. There was intent in his walk.

I’ve never felt more like prey than right now.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me” He’s whispering now. His gloved fingers gently spread out to the edge of my desk and he leans over it.

He’s so close.

“I smell you all day. Its intoxicating.” One hand lifts up and brushes my cheek, I know he can feel the heat.

“You’re the first human that I have ever wanted”

I froze.

Hes been feeling the same? From his expression and the dropping of at least two octaves, it was definitely confirmed.

“I- uh I want you too” My voice was hoarse from emotion. He could hear it just fine it seemed because if his pupils werent blown out before, they sure were now.

Shirou visibly licked his lips and I couldn’t help but follow the motion. He watched me watch him and he grinned, showing his fangs in satisfaction.

“Good because I plan to devour you. Stand up”

I could barely hear the order due to his growling. His ravenous expression was drowning me. I was swimming in heat and desire.

“I wont ask again”

Shirous’ voice snapped me back into reality and with shaky sweaty palms I pushed my chair away and stood. He never told me to move so I just stayed there. He seemed very pleased that I didn’t move.

Not like I could, I was barely able to breathe.

He stalked slowly around my desk until he was behind me, moving the chair completely across the room. It crashed into a plant and I jumped, still not moving an inch.

I could feel his breath across my nape and goosebumps coursed down my skin. I could feel him smelling my hair, breathing in the sweat that I felt that I was pouring out. I tried to move away, embarrassed, but I could feel his grip tighten and him growl at my into my neck.

“Stay still” He whispered. “You can be a good girl and do that for me right?”

I froze at the pet name. I’ve never heard him call me anything other than my last name. I couldn’t believe how it affected at me. I could feel myself become even more drenched.

He could tell.

“Oh? You like that huh?”

I felt his leathered hands slide slowly underneath my shirt and palm my breast. I gasped, my head falling on his shoulder at the groping. This was getting intense fast. I heard something tearing and tried to glance down only to have one of his hands press lightly at my neck. Holding me still.

Shirou shushed me, keeping his hand curled around my throat. Murmuring something about not needing this or that, I felt fabric fall at my feet and my chest became covered in hot leather. I let out a choked moan, only to have his grip tightened.

“You’re gonna have to be a quiet pup, you don't want all your colleagues to know what you're doing right?” He was so mocking, I couldnt help but feel flustered with how demeaning he sounded.

I nodded knowing I couldnt say anything in this position.

“Thats right, good girl, now go on bend over the desk” He slipped his hands away and disorientation readily slid back into my head.

I laid over my desk, paper be damned, and wrapped my hands over the edge to hold on. I heard him growl in confirmation at the act and I preened at the act of pleasing him.

I’ve never felt this way. I was completely ok with him taking the reigns. I didnt have many braincells left, I could barely think. All I could do was just do.

Shirou hands caressed my ass in appreciation, his ungloved hand (when had that happened?) made a purposeful track up to my waistband, hastily taking them off. I was completely soaked and hearing him swear obscenities definitely didnt help.

“I can’t wait to knot you, pup” I felt his weight against me, his bare chest completely covering my whole body. He was so warm, degrees hotter than his normal, his breath hot on my cheek as he licked my face from chin to forehead.

“The real question is,” he says through licks down my spine. “Which form do I want to take you hm?” I shivered violently at the thought of Shirou taking me in my wolf form. Outside of Anima city it is forbidden to have any of those kind of thoughts. But you couldnt help that you constantly thought about Shirou fucking you in his wolf form.

I could hear his deep chuckle at my spine. He knew my answer.

I felt him nose my wetness and my breath hitches. It didnt last for more than 5 seconds and I could hear myself grown out against the desk.

“I would love to taste you, but unfortunately we dont have that kind of time.” There was a zipping noise and I tensed, gushing even more at the thought of what it could be.

“I would need hours to be satisfied from your taste” He is suddenly in my ear. “But I plan to fuck you like you need it.”

I could hear myself mewling at the thought. I’ve been wanting this for weeks. I cant believe someone like Shirou even wants to touch me. Shirou, cool-mannered and distant, wants to fuck me five ways to Sunday is honeslty an eye opening experience.

There is a clicking sound and I gasped. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didnt feel the fingers. I could feel myself clenching around and my mewling became even louder. Colleagues be damned.

There was an surprised hum from behind me.

“You’ve been touching yourself?” All I could do was nod embarrassed. He cooed sweetly and added 3 fingers inside of me.

“What were you thinking about? Were you thinking of me? Tell me” I gasped in affirmations. I couldnt take it anymore. I needed inside of me now.

I felt like I was going to die.

“P-please Shiro, I need it.”

“You need what pup?” He grinned savagely and I felt something hard and hot against me.

I wiggled in frustration. Only to have him laugh and hold my hips still. Using his strength to make me stay still.

I was going to have bruises.

“Please fuck me Shirou” I whispered into my shoulder. I knew he could hear me. I felt my chest tighten at the gasp and growl.

“Good girl.” I shivered and gasped as he pushed the head in with a savage force of his hips.

“I wont hold back pup” He laid his furry chest against my back “You might be ruined for any one else.”

“I dont want you to Shirou, give me your all”

A growl was heard and then the most intense feeling of my life was radiating through my whole body.

He thrusted so hard that I could hear the desk screeching. The other colleagues, if they were still there, would definitely hear it. I prayed that they weren’t gonna check to see if I was okay. I wouldnt be able to speak anyways. I’m pretty much holding on dear life on the desk. There was no way I was able to explain anything.

Shirou didn’t seem to care either. The constant growling and heavy breathing that was coming from him was telling.

“Youre so tight, I cant believe all of me fit inside of you” He groaned and all I could do was tighten around him, which made him go even faster. There was a crack from the desk, but I ignored it. All I could concentrate on was the heat and his cock bruising my insides.

“Mine mine mine MINE” He stopped abruptly and pulled out. Only to pick me up effortlessly and turn me around, my back hitting the desk.

He entered me again and with that the world was crashing around me. I’d never come so fast in my life. Watching him in his wolf form growl over me as he pounded me into the afterlife, I wasnt gonna last long.

Seemed like he wasnt either, his thrust got more savage and I got louder. He took his right hand and placed it at my throat again to cut off the noise.

“Be quiet while I shove my knot inside you, I need to concentrate” It made me fall again, shivering while he grinded his knot inside me. He came with a roar, tightening his hands on my throat, cutting off my sound.

“Shhhh, good girl, you did so good” He whispered praises to me while he continued to grind himself inside me. He lifted his hand and I gasped dazed.

He looked up at me and caught my disheveled appearance and grinned.

“Dont move, I’m not done.”

I returned the grin.

“Good Shirou, cause neither am I”

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