#SPOILED TO HELL AND BACK FOR THIS FINALE BUT NO ONE MENTIONED THE WORLD FUCKING TREE

[asterdeer]

THE WORLD TREE !!! YEEESSSSSSSS THE FUCKING WORLD TREE AAAAAAAAA [AIR HORNS] YGGDRASIL I MISSED YOU BABY AAAAAAAAAAAAAA WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK [AIR HORNS]

[libraryraccoon]

I was wondering how a Dazai!Reader from BSD (preferably 15 year old Dazai) would interact with the HH crew

Btw, I love your stuff sm, have a lovely day if you see this!

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Info : I haven't watched BSD for a long time, so it's probably wrong/inaccurate, sorry. Reader have 15 years old.

Message fom Raccoon : What ? Dad!Lucifer ? Dad!Alastor ? Okay, take that Dad!Husk !

TW : Suicide (mentionned); SH (mentionned)

General Headcanon

Finally.

After all this years of trying, after all this attempts, you were finally dead !

And what do we do when we have achieved such a feat ? We drink until the morning !

As you drank, you recounted your feat of finally dying to the bartender, some sort of cat-bird demon.

He gave you a judgmental look when you told him you were 15 and died of suicide.

But you were used to it, people often judge you while you were alive and was trying every second to die.

After a few hours, you were drunk and followed the bartender back to his place, a small apartment in a quiet corner of Hell.

You shouldn't follow someone to their home, you know that, but for your defense, you were drunk and he was a cat. And you have a weakness for cats.

Two things making it impossible to refuse his invitation.

And, if anything ever went wrong, you always had your gun with you, which had appeared at the same time as you in Hell.

The bartender's name was Husk and he kind of adopted you ? You weren't even sure if one sinner could adopt another sinner.

Life was calm with Husk, and you somehow helped him with his work.

By that I mean you were stopping the powers of other demons with your power, so you used it to kick out all the assholes who attacked him from the bar.

You and Husk had this dynamic of "Father who will kill for his child & Child who will sacrifice themselves for their father."

And then, one day you had to move to the Hazbin Hotel because Husk find a work there.

Alastor was surprised to see that Husk now had a kid–he didn't think it was possible for an alcoholic like him to have a child.

And he learned that Husk had cut down on his drinking, so he could be a better father.

*very kindly and not at all suspiciously notes this fact in the back of his mind.*

The hotel was quite shocked to know that you were a child from a fucking mafia and that you had died of suicide at 15 years old. If Husk hadn't informed them about that, they never would have suspected it.

Your humor worries them more than anything else.

Charlie is worry every time you make jokes about suicide while your dad rolls his eyes at it.

Husk was used to your jokes after a few months of living together.

The hotel wasn't.

Charlie is like your older sister, optimistic and a little naive at times.

She always tries to make you see the bright side of things and to make you forget this idea of double death.

Spoiler : it doesn't work.

Lucifer sees you like one of his children.

He spoils you like he spoiled Charlie when she was just a child.

Husk often makes side eyes at him, accusing him of trying to steal his child.

And that was true.

Lucifer, Charlie, Husk and Angel Dust are the ones who are the most concerned about your mental health.

Alastor wanted to make you sign a contract "I become powerful and Alastor releases my father from his contract in exchange of stopping trying to kill myself."

You didn't sign it.

Alastor tried to use you to spy on Vox and the Vees because he was bored and wanted some entertainment.

It worked.

Alastor do radio shows with you sometimes, you two are called "The RadioDuo".

His audience LOVES you.

You gained Alastor some listeners btw.

You help Niffty with her work at the Hotel.

Even if Charlie said you didn't have to do it, you do it anyway.

Vaggie take all your guns because you apparently “didn’t need” them.

You managed to recover them with a little manipulation.

Angel Dust could see himself in you.

You reminded him of his little human self, Anthony, broken by the world and wanting to end it. A family running the Mafia and forcing him to join it.

You're a bit like him, but compared to him, who fought to survive, had a reason to survive, you had nothing, no reason to fight, and you gave up.

When Angel Dust isn't working, he usually stays with you and Husk.

He doesn't want to abandon you, leave you alone in such a rotten world. He wants you to be protected and to be the child you never could be.

He will never let anyone touch you, never.

Husk and Angel Dust are usually the ones who bandage you after SH, Angel Dust doesn't say anything as he does it, because he understands. Husk doesn't speak as well, but you can see that by doing so he's blaming himself, making you instantly regret it.

Don't try to kill yourself in front of them, please. They're already worried enough, don't add more.

Hotel Hazbin was, in a way, your family.

And you would kill everyone in this room before killing yourself before anything happened to them.

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

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What he feels for you isn't love, far from it, but obsession, he doesn't want to cherish you and hold you, he doesn't need your love either. What he wants is to own you, hide you, rough you up and so much more...but never love you. Love comes with a price, it's a lesson he's learned. So he does the one thing that he's sure will do the trick, he kidnaps you. Afterall, who in their right mind would ever fall in love with their captor?

You. You do.

But honestly how could you not? How could you not fall in love when he spoils you rotten with novels of your choices? Ignoring the chain on your ankle is easy enough, small things like those are hardly a bother. How could you not fall in love when he provides everything you need and more? Forget the fact that he doesn't treat you like a person, you don't mind it when the benefits are so good. How could you not fall in love when he installs a bookshelf in your designated room for you plethora of books? No need to mention the fact that he doesn't let you out, you don't like meeting people anyways so it's a win-win situation.

And how could you not fall in love when he's so focused in fulfilling your demands of playing out scenes from your books? Whimpering and whining softly when you slowly ride his thick cock, too afraid to pick up the pace and distract him, his hand lazily resting on your thighs as he skims through the smutty portion of your newly bought novel that had you not-so-discreetly rubbing your thighs together. "You're supposed to be cumming after a few minutes now" he mumbles, finally tossing the book away and narrowing his eyes at the way your gummy walls swallow him oh so slowly. "But that's not gonna happen at this pace" he sighs, his hold on your hips tightening as he forcefully drags you up, up, up before slamming you down and pulling out a garbled moan of you. "I like this scene a lot so indulge me a little"

The food is good, your schedule is okay and the sex is great, you don't hate it so much so you choose to stay docile. So docile, in fact, that he gets rid of your chains entirely so and allows you to roam around the house, only around the house. You're not allowed to go out yet but you don't mind, you'd rather stay cooped up watching a movie, reading a book or even renovating a room entirely to your taste without a care in the world during the day. But oh, when the moonlight starts pouring in through the blinds is when you actually start getting busy.

Explaining your day when your knees are pressed up against your head and he's plowing his dick into you isn't really an easy job. Only being able to manage out broken sentences and garbled words when he meanly asks you questions after questions with each thrust, kissing your swollen lips as a reward when you actually manage to answer him, albeit barely. You start to think he's mean when his hand snakes down to your abused clit to draw taut circles on it, grin widening when you wail out at the overstimulation and scratch at his back. His reasoning of abuse? He's probably not fucking you hard enough since you're still able to think, why were you still talking?

He doesn't love you, he can't love you but he just can't help the pulls in his heart strings when you wiggle your way through his arms to rest your head ontop of his chest with a bright grin, asking him questions that you pull out of your ass. He can't stop the small smile tugging at his lips when you absent-mindedly flop down on his lap, leaning against him as you flip through your newly purchased book, too engrossed to notice his arms locking itself around your waist and burying his face in your hair. He can't stop the mini butterflies in his stomach from going wild when you lazily drawl out a 'Welcome back' from the couch in the living room, head propped up on the arm rest as you watch the movie adaptation of your favorite book for the billionth time. He doesn't love you but he sure as hell doesn't hate the way you love him despite his initial expectations. He doesn't need you to love him but sometimes, just sometimes, he just wants you to continue loving him like this sometimes.

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Midnight inspirations hitting me hard😖

Characters that this applies to? (I need serious help, writing this took all my thinking capabilites😔)

Satoru (I wrote this based off him in the start lol), Suguru?, Chrollo, Lawliet

Links : Masterlist ♤ Serieslist

[certifiedkazuhaskitten]

The uncrowned king of no man's land

duke of the north!wriothesley x fem reader

arranged marriage, romance, kingdom setting

Part 1

People who came to the Fortress of Meropide dukedom were either officials, guards, or criminals. After all, it is the "wasteland" of the kingdom of Fontaine—though you're not sure you're fitted to any of the category mentioned above. A mere diplomatic pawn you are; that's right, you're going to that northern dukedom. The Iudex worked hard to solve everlasting (one-sided) feud between the noble faction and the current duke residing in the Fortress of Meropide, and have came to the solution that the relationship between the noble faction and the duke may be mended through marital means. He chose Count Hugues, a noble who publicly opposed the duke to present one of his many daughters as the soon-to-be bride of the duke. And out of six beautiful daughters, five of which he spoiled, he picked you, the adopted daughter who happens to be a great convenient scapegoat. Your talents in swordmanship and mastering the pyro elements fell short on the count's eyes now as he easily sacrifices you to keep his five beautiful, frail biological daughters at home, waiting to be married to a good, rich noble.

So here you are, the soon-to-be bride of the duke, accompanied by your escorts to the Fortress of Meropide dukedom. You secretly sneak a grin as you cover your face with your hands, pretending to quietly cry and be distressed. No one should know you're secretly happy about this whole arranged marriage, because then the escorts will find you suspicious.

I'm finally out of that hell house. Fuck them, that shitty count and his bitchy daughters. And his idiot wife too. And everyone in that house.

Should've burned the house down before I left, you thought to yourself. To kill time as you wait the boat to reach the end of the underground water tunnel, you continue letting your mind idly wander.

Piercing eyes stab you in the back as the escorts seated next to you look down at you in disgust—apparently bloodline is very important for the nobles of Fontaine. Used to their treatment, you roll your eyes silently, unbothered with their unsubtle attitude. The whole reason you're in this situation right now is also because of those fontainian nobles; backstabbing, judging hypocrites who find it outrageous that someone of criminal background could rise to equal standing as them. And the duke couldn't care less because he had all the money in the world to mind his own business.

Who suggested the count that you must be accompanied with a bunch of escorts to the dukedom anyway? This bunch of losers are killing you with their repeated poor attitude towards you. You're convinced that they're sent here to be with you so they make sure you suffer somewhat in the dukedom and then they could gather something to accuse the duke of. You wish you could just burn them all off, but doing so may will struck the already severed diplomatic relationship even worse, so you keep your lips shut and sit silently in the corner of the boat heading towards the dukedom.

The air feels stuffy and damp, as expected of an underground water tunnel. It smells like sea and iron. Someone could piss down here and no one would notice given the sharp tanginess of such scent—or, you bet, someone already has. The scenery of underground tunnels and murky water reminds you of your old home residing just below the capital; Fleuve Cendre. Not that you miss it, but the nostalgia hits hard. Fleuve Cendre was known as the ugly place in Fontaine, and based on rumors you've heard, The Fortress of Meropide dukedom is no different. The only difference is at the dukedom, there are more killers, while pickpockets and alcoholics roam the streets more often in Fleuve Cendre.

"We're here." Said one of the guards. The long tunnel finally reached its end, revealing a cold and unwelcoming entrance used to greet criminals. Clank, the tip of the boat lightly bump the entrance. Everyone's heartbeat start to race.

Anxiety engulfed the escorts as they get off the boat, while you try your best staying calm and composed.

I've experience a lot of shit in my life already. I can do this.

You change your stature and body language subtly, making sure you act and look like a noble you were raised as. The escorts cowardly stand behind you, afraid of what the guards could do to them.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

The sound of dangling handcuffs and a very nuanced footsteps can be heard. As the guards change formation to make way for the duke, you notice the deadly piercing eyes gazing upon you in alert. Pretty eyes, you admit, icy white irises that rekindles nostalgia.

"Welcome, the sixth daughter of Count Hugues and her escorts. We have long awaited your arrival." He spoke, and you can feel the vibration of his voice intimidating the whole room.

You hold your breath.

I can do this Can I really do this?

To be Continued.

[kakujis]

just some headcanons/lil scenarios of the tr boys as princes!! (let me be one of ur maids. please-)

ft: haitani brothers, sano brothers, kakucho(SUE ME!!!)

sfw, minors may interact with sfw posts but pls don’t follow🥹

warnings: afab!reader, praise, pet names, suggestive (izana), injury mention (rindou), but thats about it lol

princes!rindou and ran are so different. never one without the other and yet, ran is lazy and constantly causing you trouble. he loves the panicked/angry look on your face, hands on your hips, when you find him napping in the courtyard or when he’s snuck into the kitchens again. “prince ran, please, i’m trying to make sure you don’t get in trouble!” you’re exhausted from running after him all day, which is exactly what he wants. he’ll tug you down onto the grass with him, pulling you close. “it’ll be fine, take a nap with me.”

on the other hand, rindou is always trying to prove himself. he’ll train until his hands bleed, “i’m more capable, right?” he’ll ask, plopping down onto the ground, sword fallen onto the side. he never outright says it, but you know he’s talking about ran. “yes,” you respond, already cleaning and bandaging his bloody knuckles. you’ll peek at ran sometimes, dozing under the summer sun without a care in the world as his baby brother tries to best to prove something to anyone, anything. calloused hands will pinch your cheek, before they place themselves on either side of your face, forcing you to look down at the blonde in your lap. he’ll be pouting, “hey, aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to me?”

prince!izana is constantly noting your mistakes or generally making your life a living hell. sometimes you wonder why you were the one he chose. “do it again,” he’ll instruct, slapping your hands away from your task. his word is law, so you’ll stay as he makes you do it again and again and again until it’s just right. when you finally do get it right, hands shaking and frustration etched on your face. he’ll praise you, getting real close, so close you can feel his breath on your ear, calling you a “good girl” as his hand gently touches your lower back/shoulder.

prince!kakucho IS SO FUCKING SWEET!! the other servants are afraid of him, his scarred face, two-tone eyes, and solemn expression mask the sweet temperament underneath. you were afraid at first too, but over time you warmed up to him. he doesn’t treat you like someone below him, always happy when he sees you, mouth curving up into a smile. he asks if you’ll attend to him while he trains and you do every time, wiping away at the sweat gathered on his temple. you find yourself always worrying he won’t come home when he’s sent off to battle, but he always does, bringing a flower or a hairpin from some distant land for you. he’ll place it in your hair, tucking it behind your ear and before whispering, “sorry for making you worry.”

prince!mikey is a little too spoiled, not only by his family, but you. he only wants you to tend to him, clean his room, his laundry etc. you become his personal maid, following him around whenever he goes. it’s hard to keep your calm when he’s throwing a tantrum, locking himself in his room, refusing to come out. “prince mikey… please let me in,” you’ve forgotten how many times you’ve knocked on his door, taking a seat on the floor. when he does let you in, hiding underneath his sheets, it takes a while to coax him out. eventually you’re ruffling his hair as he lays in your lap, face buried in your thighs and arms around your waist so he can sleep. “you’re warm… stay with me.”

prince!shinichiro is lovely man to follow and you're excited to see him as king. as the eldest brother and next in line for the throne, he’s a very busy man. he tries his hardest to make time for his younger siblings, but the minutes turn to hours and soon enough the sun has escaped him. he’ll sigh and slump in his chair, clearly frustrated until you patter into his room letting him know what his siblings have been up to. if he was a little more selfish, he would’ve asked you to be his personal attendant, reminiscing when he was younger and able to spend some time with you. long gone are the days of sneaking out to the stables for a secret ride around the fields, he misses that and he misses you. so he’ll hang onto every word you say, “tell me more, i wanna hear everything!”

[fipindustries]

oppen heimer style

let me just start this by saying that this is not necesarily nolan being back to form, necesarily. i would place it just above the rest of nolan's dark period known as intersrellar, dunkirk and tenet. but that is not an exceedingly high bar to pass.

he has sadly become a director that i still respect appreciate and whose movies i enjoy but whom i can no longer say is an unmatched genius.

lets start with the bad.

its too long, and its pacing its a little awkward, no need to worry for spoilers here since we all know the history. the big money shot that we were all expecting, the trinity test, it happens roughly at the middle of the movie and after that the movie struggles to reach any other point of heightened emotion as high as that one.

its a solid three hour experience and more than once it had me wondering "ok, how much left, are we done yet?" but i will say this: once i reached the final scene and the credits start i did not feel a tired relief that it was finaly over, thank god. i feel dread, i felt doom and dread. i was fucking terrified. this movie has a good strong final scene that makes you forget of previous tests of patience you might have gone through watching it.

it tries to do this weird parallel story telling between lewis strauss and oppenheimer that it feels like they tried to film two different movies and then awkwardly splie them together. it jumps back and forth between the past and the present told form different points of view and a lot of it feels like it could have been cut out and the movie would have worked just as well. im not sure how necessary was the whole lewis strauss subplot to be honest.

the characters and dialog work a little better than in previous movies although we still get a lot of scenes of people talking in a clinical manner with expository dialog and deep philosophical musings. but once again i will say nolan seems to be learning some lessons, we do get a lot of scenes where actors are allowed to flex their emotional muscles.

in a lot of ways this is nolan's most lurid film. i think this is the first time we get to see breasts and naked people having sex in a nolan movie and it hits hard, both because of how unexpected it is in a nolan film and because of how out of context it shows up in-universe. i dont actually want to spoil this one because the effect it achieves actually worked really well.

and now moving on to the good, if i mentioned this might be nolan at his most lurid, it is certainly also at his most poetic. sure there is inception, but in here we get to see a lot of surrealist or downright metaphorical scenes without the excuse of being inside a dream. we get to see things that are not happening literally in universe but that are an artistic representation of what the characters are feeling. it felt really effective.

the man himself

this is a movie that is very much about the titular guy and trying to understand his inner world, trying to understand who the hell was this person, and honestly, where did he get off.

it seems oppenheimer was a complicated man, whose actions and desitions were sometimes confusing, sometimes downright contradictory (there is a nice wink to this when talking about the paticle/wave duality at the beggining of the film). he was a communist, he was a proud american, he was a genius, he was painfully naive,he was merely following orders but he had absolute control over his little town in los alamos, he worked hard for peace, he created nuclear war, he built a bomb that he didnt want people to use.

i heard criticisms that this movie romanticizes his work, that it may excuse or justify the use of the bomb, that it may be too kind with the guy. rest assured it doesnt. the movie brings up multiple times how the japanese were basically already surrendering, how senseless and callous and cruel the use on japanese cities was, how attrocious and horrifying the effects of the bomb were. and how oppenheimer definely contributed to it. if it shows the guy hand wringing or feeling gulty or trying to be a martyr of sorts, the movie definetly calls him out on that too by saying that its very rich of him to have done the deed and then regret it as if he didnt knew what he was doing or as if he had no control over it. a lot of times the movie shows the man as spineless, as a moral coward, as someone who was too weak to take on a position. "you dont get to commit a sin and then make everyone else feel pity for you because there are consequences!" is yelled at his face.

yet all the same, either because he is portrayed by cyllian murphy and his puppy dog eyes or because nolan deep down still admires who he was and what he did, you cant help but feel bad for the guy and like him still. he was a person, a complicated person with ugly sides that this movie in no way ignores, but still a brilliant man who at the very least had the basic decency to feel bad for the atrocities he contributed to.

going back to the movie itself

its has a weirdly star studded cast. if you were surprised by the sudden appearance of matt damon in interstellar, get ready to have that feeling multiple times during this film, every other scene suddenly shows up a hollywood megastar and it will take a few seconds before you accept ok, i guess gary oldman is in this film, and is that rami malek? and oh right, robert downy junior and oh my god is that fucking kenneth brannagh. in fact the one hollywood actor who is NOT in this movie, is surprisingly, inexplicably enough michael caine.

truly, breaking new ground.

and the cameos dont stop at the stars, the characters themselves are a constant delightful surprise if you are into the history of quantum mechanics and science in the first half of the 20th century. you have einstein of course (presented as this old exiled king, his time of glory long past but still sough after for his wisdom) but you have also bohrs, heisenberg, feynman, fermi, and fucking gödel somehow (they managed to shoe in a comment about his paranoia and hipocondry)

the actual explosion

time to talk about the thing we all went to see this movie for. is the atomic explosion cool? is it big? is it loud? does it go boom? does it look cool?.

suffice to say. yes. one of the coolest experiences i had in watching film ever in my life. it has a build up of a solid 30 minutes or so (arguably its been building up the entire movie) the tensin keeps on rising all through out. the countdown slowly advances, the expectations are at the highest theyve ever been and by the time the bomb was actually about to go off in the middle of the american desert, the first atom bomb ever exploted, my heart was hammering out of my chest.

its fully worth the price of admission and the three hours.

final comments

i want to double back to the poetic filmmaking i mentioned early to comment about the main thing its used for. nolan makes it clear in no uncertain terms the horror that atomic weapons unleashed on the world. the man goes out of his way to make it clear, these things can destroy the planet. we've all become perhaps a bit desensitized to atomic explosion in film, made more and more espectacular with the advancement of cgi. but this movie brings it back home and leaves you with a last message about the danger of nuclear proliferation.

i walked out of the theatre with my legs shaking and my eyes falling out of my skull. i had a hard time talking a bit afterwards, i was a little shell shocked.

so, i guess in the end, my thoughts on this movie are just as complicated as the man himself, the man who oppenheimed the world.

8/10

[disillusioneddanny]

Okay okay DPXDC idea!!!

Danny has been acting strange for weeks. Damian, being the attentive and loving boyfriend that he is has decided that it’s up to him to find out what’s wrong with the half ghost. For weeks he spends his time stalking his boyfriend, taking him as best as he can when he can. When he isn’t following Danny behind his back, Damian is doing everything to spoil his boyfriend and make sure that he’s happy.

It’s not working tho! He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. Usually he’s an amazing boyfriend but no matter what he does, it just seems as though the ghost king is restless. Danny isn’t sleeping, he’s floating through the halls of their house at all hours of the night. It’s as though the halfa is looking for something. But what? What the hell is Danny looking for? Why isn’t he happy?

One night on patrol, Damian mentions it to his brothers, not sure what else he could do to take care of his boyfriend. He’s usually so good at this. Why isn’t it working?

“His death day is coming up, right?” Todd questions.

“Yes. It will have been ten years since his accident. We have already made plans for what we are going to do to commemorate the event. Why?”

“When it’s my death day I always like to go to my gravestone. I know I’m not there anymore. But it soothes the pits and I dunno the weeks before my death day I get restless.”

“We’ve been together for five years now, Todd. He has never behaved like this in his death day before.”

“I don’t fucking know dude. Maybe since it’s the ten year anniversary it’s striking something in him. Does he have a grave he can visit?”

“No. He never fully died. And he was never buried.”

“Why don’t we hold him a funeral and give him a grave?”

So that’s what the BatFam does! They decide to hold a funeral on Danny’s death day. It’s really more like a memorial service and it’s pretty morbid. But the grin on Danny’s face as his friends and family all take the time to tell their favorite Danny stories makes Damian feel as though he’s the best boyfriend in the world. Manson and Foley both give tear jerking speeches about the day Danny died and how it had hurt them. But that they had also were so proud of the halfa and how far he had come since then.

After the eulogies Damian’s brothers all decide to throw Danny into a casket and bury him, just so the guy can get the full experience. Danny finds it absolutely hilarious and also cathartic as hell. Danny floats out of the casket to find a headstone with his birthday and death day on it. He immediately bursts into tears and pulled Damian into his arms.

“I didn’t realize how empty I felt for so long,” he whispered, face pressed against Damian’s chest. “As fucked up and morbid as this was, it was what I needed. No one ever grieved my death except me. My parents didn’t even grieve, they just wanted to experiment on me.”

“Danny, I grieve your death every single day,” Damian said, running fingers through his beloveds hair. “Every day I think about what you missed out on in life, I grieve the childhood that you lost. I grieve the parents who disowned you. I know for a fact that Manson and Foley grieved, you heard their speeches. Watching you die did a number on them and is something that still effects them. Just remember, though, you are still here and with us.”

Danny pulled back and kisses Damian, effectively embarrassing his boyfriend in front of his friends and family. The vigilante absolutely hated any kind of public displays of affection. “Thank you.”

Every death day after that, Danny and Damian find themselves in the cemetery in front of his gravestone. After a few years, Danny finally finds the courage to tell Damian the full story of how he died. Damian had a rough idea but no one had ever mentioned the full story as to how it happened. It may be fucked up and morbid, but the peace that Danny feels is more important to Damian than any kind of discomfort that he would ever feel.

[beautifuldisaster88]

Dating Rafe Cameron.

Ways that you make him different:

• Rafe is still the same unhinged psychopath you fell in love with. He still gets extremely angry and violent, but since you came into his life, his precious angel, you're the only person who can calm him down.

• Rafe smiles more with you then he has his entire life. Every time he looks at you; he smiles. When he hears your voice or laughter; he smiles. When your name is mentioned; he smiles. He smiles just thinking about you, or if he sees something that reminds him of you.

• For the first time in his life, Rafe finally fully trusts someone, and that someone is you. He literally trusts you with his life.

• Rafe refused to get clean from cocaine for anyone. That was until he saw the look in your eyes the first time you walked in on him snorting white lines. He never wanted to hurt you or for you to be disappointed in him, so he fights like hell to get clean. For you.

• Rafe was never much of an affectionate guy and the only way a girl could get him to cuddle was if he was coked out of his mind and drunk. With you, it's different. When you two are alone, he gets clingy. Always wanting you on his lap or cuddled up against him. He always always gives you millions of small kisses throughout the day.

• He only has eyes for you. Since you two started dating, he doesn't even notice other girls. In his eyes, you're the only woman in the world. A literal goddess and nobody could ever compare to you.

• This man would spoil you rotten! Only the most expensive gifts, vacations, jewelry, you name it. If it reminds him of you, he buys it. He always spoils you with affection.

• Spends less time with Topper and Kelce. While they still have their weekly golf get togethers at the country club, Rafe prefers to spend time with you. He literally gets moody the second he's away from you, and can't wait to have you back in his arms.

• While he's still violent, he has never hit you and never will. Not his angel. He would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you.

• He's constantly bragging about you to everyone, showing off your pictures and being proud as fuck to call you his.

• Rafe adores watching you with kids and babies. You changed his mind about having kids and he cannot wait to start a family with you. He vowed to himself that he would be nothing like Ward and he would love his children unconditionally and give them the world.

• Rafe only has one soft spot, one weakness; you.

Toxic side of dating Rafe:

• Rafe is extremely possessive when it comes to you. He has no problem causing a scene if he sees some asshole hitting on you, or even trying to talk to you. Rafe will walk right up to you, grab you by the throat and make out with you right in front of whatever guy even looks at you.

• His jealousy is ridiculous. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust other guys, or girls for that matter. He's constantly asking who's going to be there if you tell him you're hanging out with friends, or asking who the fuck the guy is that was talking to you, making sure to remind you who you belong to.

• With his anger issues and violent tendencies, you constantly have to deal with him getting into fights, punching holes in walls, slamming shit around, breaking things, screaming, yelling, cussing. It often results in you having to clean him up, whether it be bloody knuckles or a bloody nose or busted lip. You've learned to keep the first-aid kit fully stocked.

• Rafe loves you more than anything, but that doesn't mean that you guys don't constantly fight and argue about the most petty and stupidest things. He always feels like shit afterwards, and continually apologizes, usually resulting in him breaking down sobbing in your arms and begging you not to leave him, even though you would never leave Rafe.

• In the beginning of the relationship Rafe cheated on you multiple times, and he will never forgive himself for it, even though you forgave him.

• Rafe is also extremely overprotective of you, not wanting to share you with anyone, especially those lowlife Pogues that you call friends. He swears that there was a mistake when you were born into the Pogue Life, swearing up and down that you're meant to be a Kook.

• Rafe tracks your location on your phone and car, always needing to know where you are. That way if anything happens, he can be there in the blink of an eye, not to mention he can keep an eye on you and make sure no guys try to hit on you.

• Rafe will legit pout like a toddler when you tell him that you're going out with friends, even if it's only for an hour. If he had it his way you would never leave his sight.

Cute little things he does:

• Rafe loves to pamper you. He'll run you a bubble bath, wash your hair and body, dry you off, apply lotion all over your body, dress you and brush your hair. He even paints your toenails for you and does face masks with you.

• Any time Rafe goes to the store, he always comes home with bags full of your favorite snacks. He goes overboard when it's that time of the month for you, which he spoils you and takes care of you.

•Rafe is big on aftercare, something he's only done with you.

• He leaves cute little love notes all over the house for you to find.

• Rafe loves to cook for you. He actually learned to cook just for you and his cooking is your absolute favorite.

• Rafe knows every little detail about you and can tell when you're angry, upset, uncomfortable, sleepy, hungry, you name it. He knows his angel like the back of his hand.

•He plans romantic date nights for the two of you, twice a week, sometimes more. He always goes all out for your dates.

• This man CANNOT sleep without you in his arms. When he went on a weekend boys trip, Topper kept sending you Snaps of Rafe pouting. He even sent one of Rafe laying in bed with his arms crossed, looking like a lost and pissy puppy. All because he didn't have you by his side.

•Rafe were a gold chain around his neck, with a gold pendant that has your initials on it and he NEVER takes it off. He even wrote in his Will that he was to be buried with the necklace. You were a matching one with his initials. You had them made for your guy's one year anniversary. Four years later and neither one of you have ever taken them off.

• Rafe got your name tattooed on his chest, right above his heart. He showed everyone he knew after he first got it.

[bookofmirth]

Did you like cc3 or love? Neither?

oh hello, why don't you pull up a chair because I have finished this book and I have Thoughts. I was thinking for a good chunk of this book that I would give it 2 stars. I still might. It depends on how it sits with me over the next couple of weeks. I ended up giving it 3 because I did enjoy some parts.

I will start with the more positive thoughts.

I am glad that the crossover was limited. One of my fears was that the series be unavoidably intertwined from here on out, so that pleases me.

I really did like seeing how Nesta has grown, her friendship with Azriel, and seeing more interesting things with his powers! That was really neat.

I did laugh out loud a couple of times, at points where I was supposed to laugh out loud. I think Tharion is dumb as hell but he made me chuckle.

The scene with Ithan and Sabine towards the end was good, I was like Gordon Ramsay, finally, some delicious fucking consequences.

Ummm... I like Ruhn and Lidia still. They had some silly moments, but overall they are the only characters in this book that I still have a shred of respect for. Maybe Perry and Sathia. Everyone else is on thin fucking ice.

Shout out to the one (1) line Bryce said that I liked: “I’m sick and tired of people using 'girl' as an insult.”

Unfortunately, the list of things I didn't like is far longer. I'm actually going to put it under the cut if people don't want their enjoyment spoiled or simply don't care.

In my opinion, sjm is a good storyteller, and an okay writer. This book really, really highlighted that for me. The plotting was a mess, I was constantly going back a page because I was confused about what was going on, there were weird inconsistencies that only made sense if you stepped back from the book and thought "well, the author needed that to happen, I guess."

There were some typos and word choice errors that should have been caught - "every muscle in Bryce's body went taught" and then a missing quotation mark (But it was Aidas who answered, pride flaring on his face. Apollion slew her with his Helfire when she attacked him—he pulled her burning heart from her chest and ate it.”). Not to mention the 255 "could have sworns" and 50-something "as if". I noticed a few similar phrases to this. If I'm feeling spicy one day maybe I will go back and find them.

The number of times she says "by whatever power" or "somehow" in a book where she has spent a lot of time explaining the power, and we should know what the "somehow" is???

Who in the ever loving fuck thinks that splitting up two tense scenes by cutting them into bite sized pieces and then interspersing them together is a good idea???

There were multiple times when I laughed out loud at scenes that were not meant to be funny, because they just seemed so dumb. Like... Ithan "accidentally" beheading Sigrid. Excuse me?? lmao (I edited this one because in my annoyance I misrepresented that a bit)

The tone was so, so off. That was a big source of my inappropriate laughing. Like, Hunt thanking Urd that he had such a loyal, fierce badass mate. Or a chapter starting with Ruhn saying "nah". I think this is because the genre could not decided what it wanted to be. SJM was still writing like this was high fantasy, but then used the word "like" in the way that I use the word "like". I do get that this is urban fantasy and she tried to smush it with a high fantasy (a high fantasy with very little world building, but still), but I really do not think that this genre serves sjm's style of storytelling. At all.

Dear powers that be in whatever heaven that exists, please stop letting sjm describe every single character as the most strongest beautiful fiercest loyal badass tough unflenching etc etc etc. I fucking beg. One of the big reasons that I dislike pretty much every character in this series is that they ALL HAVE THE SAME PERSONALITY.

Bryce is annoying as hell. I could write a whole essay on her but she is easily my least favorite sjm character EVER.

I am bitter at feeling like I needed to read this book when, after hosab, I would have given up on this series if not for the crossover.

The crossover really did feel like a "teehee I can do this because I want to" with very, very little thought as to how it would actually make sense. A crossover like this should NOT be done by someone who doesn't outline, and who pantses their writing. Pantsing is fine in itself! Pantsers should be barred from writing this kind of book.

Hunt's dick is too big for his underwear.

[graciegoeskrazy]

Last Resort

Sebastian Stan x Teen!reader

Warnings

HEAVY talks of Self-harm, mentions of mental hospitals/psych wards, reader has 2 moms (if that bothers you then just unfollow me), New York City lol, some language, not entirely proofread

Word Count

~2k

A/N

Can you tell I got really lazy at the end? Lol. Sorry for being mia again. Also send me all your fic recs. I’m a update the list soon. Semi proud of this one. Xoxo.

To put it lightly, it had been a rough couple of months, but the long awaited spring break had finally arrived. Your parents didn't tell you where you were going. You only assumed it was some nice dinner or lunch or a fun activity they had planned to kick off your week off. Going on weekend trips to the city wasn’t unusual. You lived not even an hour away, and your online schooling routine gave you and your family the flexibility needed to do fun things like this. This weekend, however, felt…different.

Before you and your parents left, you caught them putting one of your small duffel bags into the back of the car. You didn't think much about it. It wasn't until they pulled into an unfamiliar parking garage once you got into the city, that you started to ask questions.

“So, where exactly are we going?”

“It's a surprise.” Your mom said. A hint of mischief in her voice.

“I thought we were just gonna get something to eat?” You continued.

“We are technically. Well…you are.” Your other mom gave her a light smack on the arm as she drove through the building trying to find a parking spot.

“Don’t spoil it too much!”

They both stopped talking and sat in silence, placing mental bets on how much longer it would be until you started talking again. You shot another glance to the back of the car, then continued. “What’s with the duffel bag?”

Your moms exchanged gitty glances, having a silent conversation with their eyes, debating whether or not to explain more, or just let you see for yourself. They landed on the latter. You sat back abruptly in your seat, arms crossed, pondering what your mothers could possibly have in store.

The car finally pulled into a spot, and the car unclicked. As you got out and stretched your legs you caught a peak of your mom getting out the driver seat and heading to the back out the car. She pulled out the duffel bag and kept walking past you to the elevator. Your mothers paused, exchanged glances at each other's phones which seemed like some sort of text, then continued walking, signaling for you to follow them.

What in the world was happening?

…

The cool New York City air greeted you as you stepped foot on the pavement. Although it was spring and people were dressed like it was the hottest day of summer, there was still a chill in the air.

Your parents turned various corners and ended with you right behind. Ou asked a couple questions here and there, along with some not-so-educated guess…

“Is it…the zoo?”

“Is it a Broadway show?

“Are we seeing the Jonas Brothers in concert?!?!”

“Is it the Disney store? I think I deserve a shopping spree after all I've been through.”

You gave up eventually. With the unhidable smirks your parents kept giving as they walked in front of you, you could tell you were getting nowhere. One of your moms kept checking her phone every 2 seconds, so you felt as if you all were about to reach your destination. She grabbed your arms gently and led you forward so you were now walking in toe with them.

“You know we both love you more than anything in this world right?”

What the fuck is about to happen?!

You kept you cool and just nodded.

“And you know all we want to do is help. Right?”

Your first instinct was that they were about to send you to another mental hospital. You silently hoped and prayed that was not it. You already spent some time there and it was (simply yet accurately put) the deepest darkest hell you have ever experienced. It made some sense with the duffel bag, but still did not entirely add up. You just sent another nod her way.

She smiled and looked forward again. “We hope you have the best time. You will call us if you need anything at all. Understood?”

You quirked your head in confusion as all your steps slowed. “Okay. I need some serious context right now. What the hell do you mean?”

A new voice spoke up. “She means, you're coming with me.”

You whipped your head around and were relieved and equally confused to see a familiar face you adored so much.

“Sebastian!”

You and Sebastian had met when you were 7. You were working on a film together and since then have become inseparable, working on 2 other projects, seeing each other frequently, and practically trusting each other with your lives.

You both smiled as you hugged and greeted each other. “What the hell are you doing here?! What do you mean I'm coming with you?”

“One sec my love.” He said. He turned past you and greeted your parents. Your mom gave him the duffel bag while talking in hushed whispers. You couldn’t make out anything they were saying, but it didn't matter, you were too busy standing in shock from what was happening to try and figure out what was happening.

Your moms voice brought you back to the present. “We love you sweetie! We’ll see you later.”

Sebastian walked back towards you. “You ready?”

“Okay are you gonna be the one to tell me what’s happening?”

He sighed, “You need a break. So, I’m giving you one.”

Still vague.

“Okay? So where are we going?’

“First, grab a quick snack. Then, the park, and then after, my place.”

…

Your day was filled with scenic walks around NYC, delicious sweets provided by Sebastian, and it all led you to now. This duffel bag your parents brought was filled with some clothes and bathroom stuff for an overnight stay or 2. After getting showered in changed back at Sebastian’s apartment, you walked out of the bathroom to find Sebastian pumping up and air mattress for you to sleep on.

“You know I’ll just end up sleeping on the couch right?”

“Nope, I get the couch and you get the air mattress.”

“Hmm. In that case I’ll just take your bed.”

“Very funny. What happened to our movie night? I though you were gonna force me to watch the latest Spider-Man movie?”

“Yeah okay fine.”

You sat on the couch as Sebastian continued to set up the mattress, finishing it with pillows and blankets.

“Okay, I’m still confused. Why did my parents bribe you to hang out with me?”

He chuckled, “They didn’t bribe me, y/n. No one needs to bribe me to hang out with my favorite person.”

You smiled. “Okay, but why now? I still feel like I'm missing something.”

He put the air mattress pump down and sat across from you on the sofa.”

“Your parents and I are just worried, that’s all.”

You pondered his response for a moment. “Worried about what?”

He sighed, “About you.”

He knows

You let out a small fake chuckle. “Why on Earth would you need to-”

“Your parents told me what happened.”

All the color drained from your face. Sebastian must have noticed. He placed a comforting hand on your knee. He knew you kept a lot of things private. Although he knew of some things you were going though, now and in the past, he still knew you were a secretive person, you liked to handle things on your own. He knew it was hard for you to talk about things like this and also knew you definitely didn't want him to know about your most recent struggles, but your parents were desperate in getting you to open up, and Sebastian seemed like the safest bet.

“I- W-what are you-”

“Don't play dumb, y/n.”

The pain and worry seemed to turn to anger. You stood up and went to the kitchen to refill your drink. “I’m fine, Sebastian.”

“Trying to kill yourself doesn’t sound fine to me.”

“Shut up will you!”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I-“

“Go slow. Take your time. I’m here, and I’ve got all night.” He said that last part in an attempt to make you laugh, but it didn’t seem to work.

“A couple months ago…I don’t know, I was really tired. I was still in real school, the bullying was nonstop, everyone made fun of me for the stupidest things. I know I I better than what they said, or the stupid things they called me, but it still ge5s to you, you know? My grades were dropping as a result, I was being treated like shit at work with these terrible directors, and I just reached my breaking point.”

You looked at Sebastian, eyes asking for permission to go on. He nodded, pulling you in closer to him.

“I rarely told my parents about anything. They knew something was wrong, but they never would have suspected it got this bad. One night..I found a bottle of some old prescription pills that used to belong to my mom. I locked my self in the bathroom and just…”

The tears fell faster. You didn’t move. Sebastian just held you as you cried into him. His chin resting on your head. After a moment of catching your breath, you tried to continue.

“I spent a little more than a week in a mental hospital. It was like…pure hell. I never want to go back. And I know it all sounds dumb. I’m lucky, I went to a good school, I was working on a movie for christ's sake, I probably should’ve just sucked it up. I know it probably It sound like I’m a stupid spoiled brat-“

Sebastian grabbed your face genially in his hands “Hey! None of that. You do not need to apologize for what you did. You were struggling and weren’t in a good place. You do not have to apologize for that, you understand me?” You nodded. “All that matters now is that your here now, you're safe, you’re better, and you will get even better, okay? You’ve reached the bottom my love, but you made it out, and now there is nowhere to go but up.” You fell into him again. “And you’re not alone. You have your amazing moms, some of your friends, I beg there is people at work who care about you, and you have me, and you can’t get rid of me that easily, ok?”

“I just wish all of this was over. I wish I was fine, I wish I was normal. I hate feeling this way. This all just happened so fast. I miss myself, I miss being normal.”

“You will feel better again. And what even is normal? Normal is so boring. My love, you were never normal. You were this beautiful, intelligent, superstar young woman, leading a nowhere near normal life. The last thing I would want for you is for you to be normal.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“All you need to do now is focus on getting better, and know I will be there every single step of the way.”

[lauronk]

hi @freetobeyouandmichi-me love, thanks for the ask!

in my happy little streetlights world, by the time ellie miller is 18 and they’re celebrating christmas, they’ve got four years of figuring out traditions and they’ve got it pretty settled by now:

they do Christmas Eve dinner with tommy and maria and open their gifts to each other

maria (lovingly) coerces everyone into pajama sets for a picture. She got ellie’s size wrong the first year - she got the correct size but ellie likes them a size bigger for extra coziness - but has made sure to get it right every year since

(this is the year maria is pregnant with TJ, which they’d shared before Thanksgiving)

Christmas morning is just ellie and joel. He drinks coffee and she drinks cocoa (with an absurd amount of marshmallows), even when it’s 75 degrees out, because texas y’all

they do stockings first, just little knickknacks and funny gifts (one time they gave each other pet rocks, which they each still have). joel gives ellie scratch offs and then tries to claim a “purchasing fee” when she wins more than $5

The first Christmas joel went a little nuts on gifts (it’s a big deal, their first Christmas, sue him) but it made ellie a little uncomfortable because a) she only had like two things for him, both of which were homemade and b) she’s never really been on the receiving end of so much positive attention at the holidays. So joel makes sure to tone it down in subsequent years even when his brain is screaming at him to spoil the fuck out of her

they do just a couple gifts for each other now. this year it’s just little useful, thoughtful things: guitar strings and good quality art pencils and silly socks.

joel gives ellie the full charcoal art set she mentioned offhand one time over the phone, and ellie gives joel a new toolbox to replace the one that finally bit the dust (and she puts some silly mushroom stickers she found on Etsy on it)

after presents, it’s movie time

ellie gave up two years ago on arguing that Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie and now she watches it without complaint (and loves it, not that she can tell him that)

joel is more tired than he can say of the first two Home Alone movies but those are ellie’s picks, so they watch and he always finds himself laughing when the Wet Bandits step on ornaments and get hit with paint cans

(he says “why the hell’d you take your shoes off?” to ellie a lot and she automatically responds with “why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?”)

they stay in their pajamas all day, the ones maria got them this year, and eat leftovers from yesterdays dinner plus whatever candy they’ve accumulated

ellie always falls asleep by the end of Muppet Christmas Carol, like clockwork, head on a pillow on joel’s lap

ellie’s on break from school till the new year, and joel takes Christmas through New Year’s Day off so he and his employees can have a break. So it’s a week of lazy pajama days, visiting other friends, just enjoying occupying the same space before life starts up in earnest again and it goes back to quick hellos and goodbyes in the morning

anyway I just had a couple thoughts about it 😅

[lazerv4]

Thoughts on Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

Just my raw thoughts not a review or anything

Man what a movie, I remember Fury Road being incredible but this was just so fucking good. Furiosa is a prequel to Mad Max Fury Road and tells the backstory of Imperator Furiosa which we already saw breadcrumbs of but there is a lot here that we were lacking. First things first, it’s a shame Charlize Theron couldn't come back, she was one of the highlights of Fury Road and a stand out performance, but development hell made it impossible to make it convincing with cgi according to Geroge Miller himself so instead we got Anya Taylor-Joy who also completely disappears in the role of not only Furiosa but Charlize playing Furiosa to the point where even her voice is basically unrecognizable and I had to google if they didn’t dub Charlize over it was that good.

The movie begins with Furiosa as a child in the green place that we finally get to see after all this years and it does look like paradise so it gives a lot of validity to Furiosa in Fury Road in hindsight as well and how she is kidnapped, we see the death of her mother which was also mentioned in Fury Road and we meet the showstopper, after so many years of dumb roles, stupid performances and just well Thor I kind of forgot how good of an actor Chris Hemsworth is, he steals the show every single frame he is in as the most hateable and fun motherfucker in the Wasteland and having him as more of a presence to Furiosa through her life as well as through the movie gives him more gravitas as the lead villain than Imortan Joe had in Fury Road. Speaking of Imortan Joe, a lot of the Fury Road baddies show up in this movie and are greatly expanded upon and developed to the point where they stop being forgettable characters with cool looks and become stupid memorable characters that look cool like most of Mad Max characters tend to do.

I really don’t want to spoil to much more besides that the movie is incredible, it’s breathtaking visually and while the action is not as outstanding as Fury Road (I’m sorry for the constant comparisons but they’re basically sister movies) the world and story are better and both movies enhance each other anyways so if you already liked Fury Road there is no reason to not watch Furiosa, please at least make it succeed on streaming, it deserves better and George deserves to end the Fury Road trilogy before he gets too old to direct the one actually about Max.

Bonus game take a shot every time I mentioned Fury Road.

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Morning After

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! READER IS A BLK FEMALE, Mafia typical violence, S3xual and non S3xual intimacy and situations, Food mentions and prep, nudity, Mild power play, hand feeding, mild angst, Crude humor, Crude language, Soft and Hard Boi Sanemi. PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE IS DENIED.

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 , Pt. 4 Pt. 5

When you both woke up, you initially freaked out being in an unfamiliar space. A large hand covered your mouth, and a familiar voice groggily groaned out a sleepy "Quiet, it's too early." You bit his fingers and sat up defiantly. "Where the hell am I?" you demanded. The other occupant of the bed grabbed a pillow and put it over his head, declining to answer you. Your eyes rolled, and you slid out of bed and started to exit the room.

Quicker than you could blink, thick, warm arms encircled your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. "Mm, where are you going? It's been a lil' over a month. We could..." his voice trailed off, and you elbowed him in the gut, hard. "We aren't that close yet, buddy. I'm still pissed at you. Where the hell am I? You fucking kidnapped me." You struggled to get out of his grip. Your attack had done absolutely no damage to him, and you were wondering about all those times you had won in your mock fights. Had he let you?

Scarred, tanned arms drew you in tightly to his chest. "I tried to convince you the nice way to come along, but you weren't listening. Besides, we made up and made out. Surely, we are close enough for something like wake-up fun?" his hands were starting to wander. You remained stiff and cold to his adventuring till he gave up with a dramatic sigh. "Alright, alright. I get it. I fucked up. From where you are standing, that is completely unacceptable, but you have to look at the world I live in. The boss said to bring you here, so I did." he was defensive as he released you.

"Where. Am. I?" you demanded. Regretfully and angrily, he told you. You whipped your head towards him and gave him a look of disbelief. "I have to work today, Sanemi!" you hissed. You turned away from him and stomped out the room. Behind you, you heard him lazily get up and follow after you. Bare feet padding first the concrete floors and then the wooden floorboards. "That wasn't exactly my priority focus."

"I noticed, asshole." you spat out with venom as you searched for a bathroom. Locating one near the front entrance, you entered and harshly slammed the door. Locking it before your angry once again boyfriend could follow behind you. You heard his fists knock on the door, and you blatantly ignored it as your freshened up and took care of your bodily functions. Sitting on the counter, you checked your phone and winced as you saw several missed calls from your boss and a couple missed texts from coworkers asking where you were.

Sucking in a deep breath, you dialed your place of employment and explained that you had been whisked away on a surprise romantic getaway by your man and hadn't had any way to let them know until now. Your boss accepted this response, much to your relief. He was a romantic at heart, so this, thankfully, wouldn't damage your reputation or place your employment in jeopardy.

Once you hung up, you splashed water over your face and then washed off the grime and tears from the day before. Frustrated with your situation, you thought back over all the things Sanemi had told you about his life. Part of you was seething that it took six years for him to decide you were important enough to finally talk about this part of his life. The other part of you was falling for the stupid bad boy trope.

This relationship was not healthy, and you doubt the two of you could ever have the normalcy he had led you to believe was there before. Is this what you wanted? Physical intimacies and monetary spoiling aside, did you want to deal with this in your life? What rules were now going to be imposed on your existence now that you knew? You groaned and slowly sank to your knees on the floor. Cursing your terrible taste in men. This isn't the turn you had expected your life to go.

Thinking back to your first meeting, you wondered if that was even an accident like he claimed, or had this all been a plot? The two of you met at a local florist. You were a young first-year Todai horticulture, chemistry double major. Picking up a couple bouquets to decorate your brand-new apartment. As you headed out the door, you crashed into a solid wall of unforgiving, ridged, bare flesh of a man's torso. His hands had gripped you to steady your body and keep you from falling.

Initially, you wanted to yell at him for being an ass and blocking the doorway. That was until you looked up and saw an intimidatingly handsome man in a glorious black suit and red tie. Your brain stopped working as you stared at him, only to be broken out of its daze by him flicking your forehead, asking if you were ok. You shook your head and mumbled out a lame "Yeah, sorry." Your florist giggled behind the counter. You turned your head away shyly, pulling on one of your Senegalese twists.

He had been bold and used two fingers under your chin to turn you back to face him. "Let me replace your bouquets and take you out to lunch as my apology. This was my fault." he was so smooth that younger you couldn't help but swoon. You'd accepted his invitation, and over time he became a close friend and then a lover. Only took a few short months for him to sweep you off your feet and claim his position as your handsome boyfriend. He loved to spoil you and take you out on trips.

He was, at face value, the perfect man. Well, minus his temper. He was rough around the edges but never anything that could be considered more than common couples' violence. Sure, there were signs he was up to shady shit, but love makes you blind, right? Now faced with the reality of everything he did, you felt overwhelmed. You wanted the 'him' from before, but all of that was a package deal now. One you were not sure you were strong enough to handle.

"I can hear your brain from over here. Talk to me." the star of your thoughts interjected calmly. You stayed quiet. Only the running water from the sink made noise in the small water closet. "I can't help if you don't talk to me." Sanemi prodded. You groaned again audibly and turned off the faucet. Part of you felt like being a dick, while the other part of you wanted to open the door and fall into his embrace. Let him do what he did best and make you forget all the painful feelings.

You gave into neither, instead opting for caution. "What happens to me now?" you ask. "I don't understand the question." his confused response came after some bumping on the door. You assumed he was leaning against it. "What happens to me now? That is exactly what I am asking. I know all this shit about you, and I guess a small part of whatever bullshit you deal with daily, but I want to know how I fit in all of this. Where do we exist in all of it?" you attempted to sound as neutral as you could. Fear crept up your spine as you remembered that even if your man was the 'scary' assassin; that his boss was terrifying if he could command such respect from Sanemi. You didn't want to deal with him anymore than you had to.

A hum came from the other side of the door, followed by a cheerful laugh. "That is what you are worried about? Kyojuro isn't going to demand you start working in a Hostess club and bring in revenue if that is what you are assuming." Sanemi sounded genuinely amused, which irritated you. "I don't know what to assume, so how about you tell me, so both of us don't look like assholes?" you snapped, irritated he found this funny. A couple of chuckles later, he responded, "Same as before. You won't get caught up in our business. My agreement with Kyojuro assures that we live comfortably and normally. I guess the only thing that changes is that you can come to The Family's functions as my plus one, and you can provide better support at home." he finished, and you glared at the door. "Better support? You saying I did a shit job before?" anger seeping into your voice. "No, no, no, no! That's not what I mean. You know what I do now, so you have a better picture. Instead of blindly guessing what I am going through, you will know and be better able to assist." he supplied, trying not to laugh.

Standing up, you walked over, unlocked the door, and yanked it open. "Look here, asshole." you started but were enveloped in his arms once more. "I don't pretend to know all the answers, and this won't be easy, but I want to make it work between us. I didn't like lying to you before once I realized I was serious about you. About what we had, have?" he sounded unsure at the last part. Neither of you were sure what exactly you were then. You stood there dumbly, refusing to accept yourself falling into him until you had the answers you sought.

"I know I love you and think you still love me. You are understandably furious with me; I need to make that right. I also know that you will probably never accept that I kill for a living. I don't need you to. I just need you to be who you have always been. Keeps me centered and human." he spoke into your twists, and you felt the ice around your heart start to crack. "You said last night you weren't human." you countered. Another deep chuckle came from the taller man. "I stand by what I said. But when I am with you, I can pretend to be a normal human." his voice solemn.

Slowly the frostiness of your emotions started to melt. He sounded sincere. No manipulation; he was being honest. You didn't like how he viewed himself, though. You weren't going to volunteer to fix him, but you would need to suggest he see an in-house therapist. Assuming they had one. They really should. "Work doesn't come home," you demanded. "Never did." he reminded you. "Mm, that is a lie." you felt him bristle against you as you accused him of untruths. Before he could defend himself, you cut him off. "The day I left you, the pony-tailed jockstrap, behemoth, and the loud asshole all were there. That counts as bringing work home."

He loosened his grip on you, tilting your head upwards to look him in the eyes. "Never insult the boss. You will address him with respect whether he is present or not. Kyojuro Rengoku is his name. The man who carried you in here was Tengen Uzui, and the giant is Gyomei Himejima. Pay attention to how you speak about them." he warned you. Your eyes darted to look over at the light-colored, wooden wall. Refusing to concede. "Look at me," he commanded. You stayed in your refusal. "I won't ask again." he threatened. You kept your stance, not allowing him to control your actions.

Seeing your noncompliance, he hoisted you into his arms bridal style and began walking towards the center of the house, you guessed. You closed your eyes in defiance, not wanting to give any ground to him. He stopped and demanded your phone. Puzzled, you gave it to him. Not sure why but knowing he wasn't the type to snoop or anything like that on you. At least from what you knew of him over the years. He took the phone, then dropped you into a brilliant blue, heated pool.

You sank below the surface as bubbles formed around you. Screaming underwater, you shot up to the surface to yell at him. Your plan disrupted when his nude body joined you in the pool. He swam forward and pinned you to one of the sides of the pool. "Are you going to obey?" he queried. You spat water at his face, and he grinned menacingly at you. Pulling you forward, it appeared he was going to kiss you; instead, he dunked you under the water, cackling like a madman. You bobbed back up to the surface and glared at him. Upset he had no clothes on to drag him underwater with.

"Address them by their names, and I'll let you off mercifully." he playfully bantered with you. That infuriatingly cocky and sexy smile on his face. "Fine, fine!" you gave in, not wanting to be submerged again. He gave you an actual kiss this time. "I was hoping you would choose to be stubborn again," he spoke huskily into your neck as he sucked at the junction underneath your ear. You moaned and playfully hit him in the chest. "I imagine you were. What would you have done if I kept refusing?" you asked, curiosity taking over. "Fuck you into submission." his voice dropped into baritone levels as the pleasurable threat caused warmth to stir in your groin. "You'd need consent for that." you reminded him. Pretending you weren't getting aroused at the turn the situation was taking. "Mm, I think I can convince you. If not, then I would have found a way to secure your compliance. You love it when I owe you favors." his hands were wandering under your wet clothes.

A whimper escaped your throat as you thought about all the things he would have done to your body to elicit a sweet yes from you. "You sound like you want to submit to me anyways. Why don't you?" he was taunting you now. Pressing his body against you, letting you feel his bare, hard length rub up against you. "I don't know what you are talking about. This conversation is weird." you tried to feign indifference. He saw through it but backed off fully and went into a back float. "Whatever you say, My Queen." his tone has an edge of possessiveness.

You eyed him suspiciously at the full retreat, then remembered that he never really pushed your no's. If you didn't give him an outright "yes," then he wasn't going to force it. Something that endeared him to you. The further away he floated, the clearer your mind became, and you were grateful he respected your refusals. No matter how weak or half-assed they were. Just because you both were back together didn't mean you were just going to fall back into bed with him.

Diving under the water, you swam closer to him. Breaching the surface next to his tanned, nude, and toned body. "We'll get there again. Will just take time." you reassured both of yourselves. Another hum of agreement as you both floated next to each other. "I look forward to romancing you once again." he drawled out seductively. You splashed water at him, and he chuckled.

From there, the both of you just enjoyed one another's presence. You would ask questions about his occupation, and he would reply to you honestly. He also inquired about what you had been up to while your relationship had been called off. You told him the truth; you had been on a few dates. Tried a few no-strings-attached hookups but were turned off. Obviously, those responses hadn't pleased him, but he took them in stride.

"Why were those three at your place that day?" you asked, poking at his floating rib. He disappeared beneath the water, coming up behind you, once again pulling you into his body. "To see if you were strong enough to handle the knowledge of our organization. That's why I was saying it was complicated. I had a job, but the boss wanted to know more about the woman who had been so dismissive and openly hostile to him. I assured him you were in a class of your own." You both treaded water while he spoke. "I think he thought you were a bratty gold digger until you ended our relationship so dramatically and held to it." you started to whine and complain against him, calling you dramatic, but he shushed you, indicating he wasn't done speaking. "Things came to a head a little while ago. I got a bit caught up in my own feelings, and I took an unauthorized leave of absence."

You coughed at his terminology. He ignored you, continuing. "I received punishment for my assumed desertion and lack of loyalty, but once I gave in and explained the situation, the boss took mercy on me, and here we are now." You had asked one question and gotten that and more. Frowning, you realized that you had inadvertently put him in his boss's bad graces. You shook your head, refusing to shoulder that blame. He was a grown-ass man, and his actions were his own.

As if reading your mind, he audibly agreed that his behavior was entirely his fault and you were not liable for anything he did. You were happy that he never once tried to pin his actions on you or demand you fix his behavior. "Thank you for telling me all of that." you truthfully were pleased he was being so forthright with you. "Can we get out of the water? Also, What the hell do you plan to do about my clothes? I am soaked." you gestured to your entire being. He sniggered behind you, doing a modified, reverse breaststroke so he could pull you backwards towards the stairs on the opposite side of the pool.

Once y'all reached the edge, you climbed out the pool and commented how you looked like a drowned rat. He chuckled and started to remove your clothing for you. "This is the boss's personal retreat. No cameras, so you can just walk around naked while your clothes go in the wash." he stretched and carried your clothes off, leaving you behind. "Your phone is on the table over there. Meet you in the kitchen," he called out behind him.

Miffed, you snatched up your phone and strode off to locate the kitchen. "Why is your boss so nice to you? Like, there is no way my boss would give up his personal retreat so I could fix my relationship. Maybe for a wedding, though." you spoke aloud. "I keep his hands clean, and he values my service." His voice appeared to the left of you. He was leaning against the entryway into the kitchen, still in the buff. Your eyes roamed his body, and you patted yourself on the back, nodding your head. He looked at you, confused. "What are you doing?" He inquired, standing up straight as you passed him to go into the room.

"Congratulating myself for having such a fine ass man head over heels for me," you spoke as you opened the fridge and stared at the contents. You nodded, pleased to see that there was actual food and some face masks. Grabbing some fruit and veg, you began to cut them up to make a platter. Sanemi chuffed, grabbed a face mask out of the fridge and dangled it in front of your face. "After I shower." you shooed him away while chopping the noms sloppily. He bumped you away with his hip and took the knife from your hands. "Your knife skills suck. Let me do it. Go put that on before you start complaining about the salt from the pool ruining your face. Also, are you saying I am just eye candy that you flaunt around?" He was playful as he spoke. Expertly taking over your former task. Going to the sink, you washed your face and put on the mask promptly, sighing in relief.

"Nah, I like all of you. It's just a bonus you are fine as fuck. Mm, tell your boss thank you for the face mask. Or are these his partners?" you were enjoying the soothing coolness of the serum-coated cloth-like paper on your face. "His. He is a Primadonna regarding his health and skincare," he replied offhandedly while he cut some berries into the shape of flowers. You stared in awe, watching him make your previous hack job turn into a work of art.

"You are good with a knife," you spoke aloud. Focusing the topic on him. "Mmhmm. I am good with all sharps," he replied without missing a beat. "Needles?" you pushed your luck a bit. Wondering if he would share what tools he used at work. Morbid curiosity taking hold of you. "All sharps," he repeated, pausing to look you in the eyes seriously. "Don't ask questions you don't or aren't ready to hear the answers for." he chastised you, then continued what he was doing.

You flicked some water that was on your hands at him, snickering at the growl you got in response. Propping yourself up on the counter, you watched him work in silence. Occasionally being brave and stealing a piece of fruit from the board.

Your eyes once again roamed over his body. The scars he had, he told you, he had gotten from his mother when she went into a fit of rage. She had been hospitalized immediately after. Sanemi and his younger brother were the only survivors of the attack that had stemmed from the constant abuse his mother received from his father. He paid for her upkeep but never visited. His relationship with his surviving brother was strained. You now understood he wanted to keep his remaining family as far away from the horrors of his job as he could.

His hair was bogged down by water still, giving him the appearance of a pop star or idol. His body was heavily muscled and at peak performance. His ass was glorious. You fought the urge to slap his perky, bubble booty or pinch them cheeks. Everything about his physique screamed perfection to you. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked, pausing to look at you. "Making internal observations," you admitted. Sanemi rolled his eyes and went back to cutting. Swearing briefly and going back to the fridge looking for something.

You chuckle quietly as he slams the door closed. "How do you not have anything to actually eat in here? What the hell is this?!" he demands of the poor appliance. "Maybe it's for his booty calls? Pretty sure I saw some chocolate and conch back there." now it's Sanemi's turn to whip his head towards you. "Mm... I think you might be onto something. How do you prepare the conch?" he asks. "I love you but don't trust you to make it right. I'll do it, m'kay?" you tell him. Sanemi shrugs and pulls out the rather large mollusk. It appeared to be fresh.

Taking it from him, you clean it up in the sink, clean your own hands then look for a suitable knife to retrieve the delicacy from its shell. You quickly sever its abductor muscles from the shell with the knife and pull out the body. Separating out the beautiful white meat from the other innards. Humming along as you go about your business. So lost in your own world that you failed to notice your lover was finished with his task and watching you work. You rinsed off the white flesh of the mollusk and whooped as you stole the tomato, Jalapeño, Scotch Bonnet, mango, and onion from Sanemi that had been removed with some other veg earlier. You snapped your fingers, trying to put a name to the other things you needed. Magically several limes and oranges appeared along with a salt grinder. "Squeeze these into that bowl over there while I chop this up. Get as much juice as you can, then mix it with the veg in the bowl. I'll add this once I am done." you instructed.

Sanemi went about his assigned duties, not questioning you. You were the one with the legendary tastebuds. He would follow his orders and feast on the delicious rewards. You finished chopping up the delicacy, adding it to the bowl, and mixing it thoroughly. Looking over at Sanemi's beautiful fruit and veg platter arrangement. Everything looked like flowers. Very romantic. "I could have fried this, but I refuse to fry naked." you pouted, thinking of the succulent meat fried to perfection.

Sanemi flicked your nose with a clean finger and then plated up your meal. Adding some edible hibiscus flowers to it. All in all, this was a beautiful presentation for what would be a fantastic tasting meal. "Go find a place you wanna sit and eat at. I'll carry this and then bring us some drinks." he nudged you as he spoke excitedly. You went out to the back deck and settled down on one of the comfortable lounge chairs. Your love set the food down on an umbrellaed table and pulled it closer to you. Bathing you in the shade. "I'll be back with drinks and utensils," he called out as he sprinted off.

You laid back and enjoyed the sounds of the ocean in your ears. The salty sea air was comforting. Remembering you were wearing a face mask, you peeled it off, getting up to chuck it in the can before you laid back down to enjoy the warm morning air. The clinking of glasses pulls you back to reality, and you peak and look over to see Sanemi setting down a serving tray with two glasses of juice, a large pitcher for refills, plates, spoons, and facial wet wipes.

"Your breakfast is served, M'lady," he says as he bows to you. You smirk. "Mm, Feed me. I feel like being spoiled." You speak as you arch your back into a long stretch. He whistles and gathers up some of the food, plating it so it looks professional. "As you wish." He said, kneeling next to you whilst offering you a spoonful of the Conch salad. You took a bite and moaned. "Sooo good!" you murmured behind your hand. His brow quirked up, and he took a bite for himself. Mimicking your own actions soon after. "Fuck, this is good. If I didn't already love you, then your cooking would make me fall in love with you now," he said in-between bites. "Hey now! I said feed me! Not you!" you pouted. He offered you another spoonful and faked eating when you went to take a bite. He laughed boldly at your glare, then surrendered the nibblet to you.

This is how the two of you existed in the early morning. He fed you and himself with a smile on his face.

[kithtaehyung]

Ryen you absolutely spoil us! You work too damn hard for us and I speak for all of us when I say we love and appreciate your hard work. 😘 Babe this was such a good addition to 3tan. Not only was this hot as hell, but showing the insecurities Reader has about having a man, but not having a man was so... 😭 I'm so glad Reader has Dom. Then Yoongi taught her that lesson though that she is dead wrong.

Also, this reminded me of sneaking boyfriends into my own bedroom window in HS 😂

When reader thought "your heart has got to keep it together" I was like same! He bought her a necklace, promised a trip back to pick out a charm, and then gave her his own chain that Reader happened to buy Yoongi a matching bracelet for so now they have a secret matching set????? Stob it!

I love that Readers confidence is finally catching. We love growth. 💕 Telling Yoongi I want to make you forgot your name too and "Make me, Bitch." Girl yes! Make your man crumble.

Question? The part when Yoongi snatches her throat and Reader is so far gone talking about how she likes when he's mad, that it makes Yoongi snap out of it to check on her. Is that because he's just so taken aback by just how feral he's made her that he was a little shocked? 👁️👄👁️

"Hands off" disintegrated me 🫠 Reader being completely undressed with Grammy Yoongi towering over her?????? Ryen... Honey... This visual is... Holy fuck! Yoongi absolutely gave Reader his signature snarl as he said this. 🥵

I cheered when that door closed and they finally unleashed on each other, but oh I love that Tae and Jimin heard them. 😜

The last little bit where Yoongi flips Reader over and slows the pace down had me soft 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I love them so much and want the world for them. Feel free to answer this or not if the answer is a spoiler, but when Yoongi says, “God, I can’t wait to feel all of you.” What's holding them back? I don't think a reason has been mentioned unless I missed something.

oh gosh.. finally getting to answering reviews that were sent in dayssss ago!! thank you so much for the wonderful words, love. i have been taking a real break this time, if y'all haven't noticed LOL this chapter was unexpected - while fun, it took me out mentally dkfjdkslf

all the things you mentioned about reader and dom? yes. i agree! this was yet another chapter highlighting the good and bad of human emotions. at least, that's how i wanted to go about it. there are people that understand reader and yoongi, and there are others that aren't happy with either one of them. which is the point! it's all human stuff.

and them both showing their affection and devotion in different ways was so cute to write out. and the imagery of yoongi dressed like that while reader does all that? a ha ha i couldn't resist in the least!!🥵 it was def a snarl moment and i for one didn't survive that scene :)))

the damn vmin sidenote was hilarious to include at the end HAHA maybe i'll end up making a drabble from their pov. and the slow mo?? helllllll yeah. that was yet another fun addition to write and i'm glad it's being well-received! as far as the reason for your end question.. they're just being responsible lol

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Tied-Up Moth

Started watching The Owl House. Creative drive went AWOL literally halfway through episode one. I had to stop watching and start drafting a fic.

I’ve re-written the first chapter 3 fcukign times but we don’t talk about that

ANYWAY I’m here to ramble about it. I will be spoiling most of the first part of the fic and a minor surprise so don’t read this if you intend to go into it blind (whenever the fuck it comes out) Also, I intend to masterpost ITTM someday. Though I think it’s kind of falling out of favour at the same time so maybe I won’t, Idk

CW for implied suicidal thoughts and a mention of blood.

So imagine you’re Mark for a moment. It’s been two or three days since you’ve been locked up in your room, the alternate that stole your friend’s face isn’t fucking off and the gun looks very appealing all of a sudden. You write your final note in the reassurances book, pick it up--and suddenly world war one is being fought outside your door It seems someone is tired of waiting. Someone is tired of watching you suffer while nobody comes to help you. If the humans don’t give a damn, fine. He does.

Six puts up a decent enough fight to make Cesar’s alternate back off, grabs Mark’s hand and he’s being dragged through the infested house to the basement. He’s too delirious at first to figure out that the basement door isn’t where it’s supposed to be; that is until suddenly they’re back in his house but all the doors are upside down what in the absolute fuck

Six kind of shot himself in the foot here and has to reassure an already paranoid (and maybe slightly mad) teenager that he hasn’t finally lost it, he’s not in Hell--well, he is, but it’s an extension of Hell, and he’s not here to be punished. It’s supposed to be a temporary living situation, a literal alternate reality where Mark can recuperate until he’s ready to return to the human world. It doesn’t take long for Mark to refuse to go back. His best friend is dead, the police refused to help him, who knows where his parents are and his sister... That’s where he trips up. Can he make trips to visit his sister? The girl doesn’t deserve to be cut off from him just because she realistically couldn’t do anything to help him. She’s 14, for fuck’s sake. What was she gonna do?

Cue Six trying to work out how to teach a human the alternate’s tricks to jumping from their pocket of the dimension to the human one and back again without getting caught in the middle. (He manages, but practice doesn’t always end blood-free.)

Timeskip about 13 years. Living in a house that seems to be sentient and changes on the daily doesn’t do wonders for your mental state. Mark’s a little off his rocker at this point, probably so deep into M.A.D. that there’s no chance of recovery; but he’s safe and he’s happy and he’s helping more friendly alternates like Six have a place to hide (since Gabriel doesn’t take too kindly to his creations “turning against him”. Like father, like son). It sure as Hell isn’t how he expected is life to turn out, but hey-it beats eating a gun.

Then one of the alternates living in the house, Seven, catches interest in two teenagers; one of which seems to hold the interest of Gabriel himself. Mark half-listens to his explanation of the job when he name-drops Cesar and immediately backpedals. Now he is interested.

It’s been a while since he visited the human world. It’s been months since he last saw Cesar’s alternate, their last altercation leaving him with a scar across his collarbone.

Maybe it’s time to say hi to an old friend and make a new one.

[bitchlessdino]

Power Hungry (m)

Pairing: Ceo!Mingyu x Ceo!Gf (Honey)x Bby!Gf(Baby)

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: 3rd POV, threesome, Polyamory, voyeurism, cunnilingus, heavy wlw content, breast play, brief mention of hickeys, pussy slapping, spanking, unprotected sex, cream pies, dirty talking, mommy kink, squirting, degradation, choking

author note: after about a week of suffering, all i thought about is what kind of things i’d do with my imaginary gf because girls are so pretty and hot and what i’d do if i had one are endless. ngl, i forgot this was a mingyu fic like half way through just because im like GIRLS. I’ll be back on my chan agenda soon enough. He’s never left besties, he has me on a chokehold. my moots and carat friends keep it that way. also I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT FOR THE TOUR. i have yet to go until now and finally I HAVE PEOPLE TO GO WITH??? my antisocial ass is having an identity crisis.

Baby knew herself to be very charismatic and she’s used that knowledge to her advantage. How she loves attention and loves being spoiled. With every little thing she asks for, someone would deliver it on a silver platter. All she needs to be is pretty. What more reason is there to not give her what she wanted?

“Mmh, more, please…”

Mingyu pants heavily in her ear. His cock slides from underneath her effortlessly. His veiny hands firmly grasp her thighs, the pads of his fingers denting her soft flesh as he bounces her frame over his full length. He speeds faster with his hips, fucking her with more gumption, her walls pulsing around him. Her pretty voice, like music, echoed in the cavernous bedroom. God, did he love her voice.

“Shh, keep it down in here.”

Honey could barely hold it together in the guest room next door. She had no choice but to barge in with her voice on mute in an attempt to silence the two-thirds of the couple announcing their pleasure to the entire world. 

“S-sorry, c-can’t help m-myself. Mingyu, s-so good.” Baby squeaks.

Mingyu side-grins in Honey’s direction, planting kisses along Baby’s neck as thanks. Her soft whines were dampened as she bites down on her lower lip, watching Honey frantically take one of those dreaded business calls. Honey simply rolls her eyes at the cocky man before returning her attention to the person on the other line.

“Yes, we can meet Friday. We’ll discuss what’s appropriate for the project.” Honey’s eyes linger on the glistening beauty that was Baby’s flooded cunt, mentally counting every time it swallows Mingyu whole, his fat cock nudging a small bulge from her stomach.

She could’ve shut the door and gone back to take her call in the other room, but the opportunity seemed to fleet away along with her focus. Honey’s eyes flutter towards Baby’s gaze, who is enveloped in the euphoria of her capacity being filled. Her nails spread her cunt wide achingly, offering Mingyu more room to pump inside her, the back of her head resting over his shoulder.

“We’re not settling for any less than what’s in our agreement—”

“Mmh, baby, your pussy is so tight and wet for me,” Mingyu whispers just loud enough for his other girlfriend to hear, but soft enough for the person on the other line to barely comprehend the voice in the background.

The arousal pools in Honey’s panties, a wet spot staining the thin silk fabric. She glared back at Mingyu who was losing himself in the moment. His own grunts drowned out his thoughts, not that there was much going on in there to begin with.  

“Uh, is this a bad time?” The electronic voice pursues.

“No, continue.” She places a seat on the dresser, crosses a leg over another, and clenches her arousal. Taking a deep breath in and out, she tries to not lose her mind from the live-action porn in front of her.

Baby stares back at her longingly, missing her bossy girlfriend's gaze every waking second. Although Mingyu was doing his job, quite well might she add, Baby was greedy. She needed Honey’s attention as much as Mingyu’s and she was hell-bent on having it. Baby’s lips purse in her girlfriend’s direction, shaping her lips to her pristine girlfriend’s favorite word, over and over until she’d crack.

“M-mommy…mommy…mommy…”

Honey lets out a huff of frustration.

“You know what, Choi, I think there's something that really needs my attention right now. Be prepared for my call in the next 24 hours.” Honey readily hangs up the phone and sets it aside before approaching the distracting pair. 

One red-bottomed foot over the other, she meets Baby’s eyes, places a singular manicured nail over her girlfriend's clit, and presses on it like a button before tugging against her premoistened surface. Baby whines, now unable to hold back her moans as Honey stares deeply back at her.

“Do you think Mommy’s okay with Baby being a loud little slut while she’s on call?”

“‘M, sorry, mommy,” Her eyes bat in anticipation.

Mingyu scoffs, coming to the whiney girlfriend’s defense. “Come on Hon, Baby girl can’t help herself. She’s just a little mess.”

“Maybe you’re right, Gyu. She’s just a messy little slut. Does his cock feel that good you can’t shut up for two seconds?” The tip of her fingers slap against Baby’s cunt, Mingyu feeling his girlfriend flinch on top of him.

Honey places her free hand on the back of Baby’s head, tugging at her scalp, emitting a whine from her pretty red lips. “Y-yes, but I wanted mommy’s attention t-too.”

“Fuck, honey, do you hear that?” Mingyu exclaims, stroking her hair that was pointing in all directions, “isn’t she just the prettiest little thing?”

A corner of Honey’s lips perks up, “The prettiest. Does Baby girl want Mommy to make her feel good too?”

The sweet girl nods, unable to form comprehensive language for the other one to hear.

“I’m gonna need to hear that out loud, Baby.” Honey strikes another slap to the girl's wet cunt.

“Yes! Yes mommy, please. I want you, please.”

Honey elicits a hungry moan, unbuttoning her blouse to display her expensively clad breasts. In her heels, she bends down in a squat, her pencil skirt riding up around her waist, spreading her girlfriend’s pussy nice and wide with her thumbs. Mingyu’s cock taking up most of the space wasn’t so much of an obstacle, but a way to kill two birds with one stone. She licks a flat stripe from the back of his length to Baby’s slit, her tongue prying to fit between them both.

“F-fuck,” Mingyu shudders, his grip tightening around Baby’s thighs.

Honey smiles, her tongue matches the pace of Mingyu’s thrusts, plunging inside her girlfriend’s pretty pussy, tasting their boyfriend’s work. Baby’s sap is as sweet as she is beautiful, Honey engorges on her cunt, savoring the vicious liquid on her tongue. Baby’s breath hitches, “Mmh, mommy…”

“You like that, Baby? You like me and mommy spoiling you?” Mingyu manages to breathe out.

She only whimpers as Honey and Mingyu simultaneously take their sweet time with her. The flick of Honey’s tongue tickles Baby’s clit and Mingyu’s shaft. Mingyu bites down on Baby’s neck, white teeth marks denting the inflamed hickey on her neck, feeling herself closer and closer to her climax. Honey manages to land another tight slap on Baby’s little clit, smiling manically when her girlfriend yelps.

Mingyu eyes his domineering girlfriend feasting on their third, “How does Baby’s pussy taste, Honey?”

“So sweet.” She moans. “You’re fucking her so nice and hard. Don’t stop.”

Honey's hands land against either side of her girlfriend's thighs, spanking it until glows red, and her tongue fully plants in between Mingyu’s cock and her walls, holding inside and curling the tip, and stimulating it enough for Baby to snap. Clenching her stomach for dear life, Baby begins to feel her release spraying all over the sheets and before she knew it in Honey’s mouth. Her abdomen shakes uncontrollably, a sprinkler of her sweet release all over her girlfriend’s tongue, chin, and down to her chest. Honey shuts her eyes and catches the drippage, smiling as hard as the devil would from a new soul to steal.

“Baby. You squirted all over mommy’s mouth.” Mingyu points out knowingly with a chuckle.

Honey wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, swallowing all of Baby’s arousal lingering in her mouth. Using the same hand, she presses it to Baby’s neck, stroking it gently before squeezing, watching Baby’s breath leave her body. “Mmh, baby. You know what happens when you squirt without letting us know beforehand.”

“I-I couldn’t help it, Mommy’s tongue, and Mingyu’s c-cock, felt so good together.”

Honey scoffs, but pressed a sweet kiss on her quivering lips, Mingyu considerately places Baby on the bed, her body sprawls on the sheets like a starfish. Standing up, Mingyu puts an arm over Honey’s shoulder and kisses her cheek, his nose tracing over her cheek. “How should we punish her, Hon?”

Honey grabs Mingyu’s waist, pulling him in for a kiss. He proudly prods inside with his tongue, Baby’s juice still fresh in her mouth, and he proceeds to kiss wherever Baby spilled. His tongue flat on Honey's skin, licking across her jaw, then neck, then collarbone, down to even her fingers. Honey moans his name, reminding him she likes coddling sometimes too. 

Her hand cradles his full length, stroking it from tip to base, just how he likes, making him feel on top of the world. He grinds against her half-naked body, a leg of her hooked around his body, dragging it down his toned frame. They giggled harmoniously like they were in their own world, but there was no way they’d forget their precious baby girl.

“There’s only one to do that, Gyu: we don’t let her breathe.”

Honey takes Mingyu's hands to undo the clasps of her bra, then her skirt, and panties follow soon after, making sure Baby watches. She guided him back towards Baby, still helplessly exhausted in bed. She crawls over her, dragging her nails over Baby’s limp, lifeless body before capturing her lips. Tirelessly engaging, Baby follows Honey’s lead. Honey barricades her in between her legs, her hands falling on her breasts fondling them playfully, tugging her nipples.

“Do you like how much attention Mommy is giving you,” Honey exerts as her pussy starts to grind against Baby’s wet cunt lips, “Look how needy you are. It makes me want to play with you more.”

“Mmh, you’re so good to me, Mommy.” Baby whines like a sweet melody, vibrating under Honey’s touch.

The woman on top shakes her head knowingly, “You talk too much.”

Honey pulls her body up and fed her girlfriend her tits, who instinctively mouths over a nipple in a daze and simultaneously massages the other. With half-open eyes, Baby lustfully looks up at Honey, the girl's tongue dragging in loops. Mingyu, who was off on the sidelines in observation, stroked the ammunition, ready to set fire to either lovely pretty holes in front of him.

Dipping his knees in the bed, he slips his fingers around Baby, soaked to the brim in her own arousal, easy for a pair of fingers to make their entrance. He hooks them and in a beckoning gesture, he repeatedly hits a spot she has mentioned loving. Her moans were undeniably delicious, and her body moving achingly again Honey.

He then leans down, gathers a ball of salvia in his mouth, and spits it hard on the center of Honey’s cunt. The girl on top shudders, reacting to something she’ll never be used to, but maybe one day she could. As much as mean she is to both her partners, she likes it rough just as much as Baby does. She was the original baby after all.

Mingyu spanks Honey’s cheeks, stinging red, inducing a small yelp. His cock props to her slit, spreading his salvia, slow and sloppy. He squeezes it between their stomachs, thrusting between both girls like they were his own personal playthings, and then pushes inside Honey, causing her to lose her balance, “Mmpf, G-Gyu.”

“Cat got your tongue, Hon?”

His hips flick towards another pretty pussy to fill up. Matching his speed with his fingers that took home in Baby. His eyes flutter shut, drowning in the girls’ fits of passion. Baby was still suffocating by Honey’s chest and squirming as Mingyu sends her over with his mere fingers. Meanwhile, Honey’s head knocks back and forth in the air, eyes rolling back into her skull, “Yes, Gyu…Fuck…”

He giggles, “God, you’re still so cute when you want to be.”

“F-fuck you…”

“What do you think is happening right now?” He teases.

“W-wait til…we’re back…I-in the of-f-fice…”

“We almost got caught last time there, remember?”

Honey starts panting, the racing in her chest gradually beating out the race of Mingyu's hips, she clutches the sheet, finding herself putting more weight on the girl beneath her than necessary. Baby tries catching her breath, caressing Honey’s sides with a smile, “I think mommy’s really close, sir.”

“Oh, is she?”

“Baby, y-you’re…not…supposed to…say…” Honey grunts.

Mingyu leaves you a stern scoff before taking his hands away from Baby and stabilizing himself to Honey. He thrust in full force, her walls squeezing around him like a tube of toothpaste would, her voice letting out staccato paced breathing. Mingyu pushes against her ass to see them in motion, pounding her until she begs for his relief. “Mmp, Gyu–shit, I’m–ah…please just cum in me already…”

“You can take him, right, mommy? It’s not too much?” Baby cups Honey’s face, looking at her girlfriend with adoring eyes, kissing her cheeks sweetly. 

Honey whines. “Baby girl, please–”

“Yeah, Honey, can you? How is it taking my cock?” Mingyu taunts.

Honey shakes her head frantically, twitching uncontrollably until you climax on Baby, kissing her with much grit, until she feels the twitch falter. Mingyu cums soon after. “S-shit, shit!”

 A stream of obscenities comes out of him loudly and coherently. He releases deep inside Honey, oozing out her and dripping down to Baby’s cunt. Not ending until he pulls it out and sprays ivory ribbons on his girls’ bodies, erupting fits of flirtatious laughter from them both. 

“That’s a big load,” Honey points out knowingly, still panting.

For a moment there’s silence. It’s only bliss on their minds and nothing else. They could do this a million times and it’ll never get old. It was perfect to them. It was always perfect.

“Is it cuddle time now?” Baby asks hopefully.

Honey chuckles, embracing the sweet girl and peppering kisses all over her face, “Gyu, call someone for hot towels.”

“Way ahead of you, already in the bathroom.” 

Mingyu goes to grab them and cleans up the crew, receiving smiles as thanks, and soon joins them under the sheets. Baby is comfortably sandwiched between the two. He drapes his arm over Baby, his hand softy stroking Honey’s hand. Honey tucks her arm under Baby’s neck, tickling Mingyus shoulder. The girl in the middle draws them in close, snuggling her head in Mingyu’s shoulder and kissing Honey’s hand. She then sighs in bliss. “Finally.”

Honey meets Mingyu’s eyes in an infatuated smile, to which he matches your expression. She mouths the words to him, “We’re so lucky.”

“I know.” he mouths back, letting the girl between them finally sleep peacefully with the ones she’s grown to love.