#on top of that this app never fucking cooperates :)

[gigisdoll]

CW: nonconᯓ★dubcon, bullying, g!p, degradation,dacryphillia, manipulation, pretty unhealthy relationships... , barely any dayeon </3, somnophillia, fingering.

PAIRINGS: harin x reader, dayeon x reader

WC: 2743

NOTES; wsg gang!! lil drabble for that anon!!

During the whole time you've been in class 5, you never went above grade D. Resulting in you getting, well, bullied. Grade F's are ridiculed, and you and Jaeun just so happen to be in grade F. You tried protecting Jaeun, begging all Dayeon, Wooyi, Harin and etcetera to leave her alone and deal all the punches towards you. But of course most wouldn't listen, you'd find yourself often tending to the bruises or mental marks Dayeon or Harin would leave on poor ole' Jaeun. You go along with Jaeun in not participating in the pyramid game, you deleted the app long ago so you wouldn't even have access to the voting system.

you were Dayeon's main target to bully, you were much less cooperative than Jaeun, making the 'chase' fun. she doesn't like when Seol ah is there to kick your ass as well, she thinks you and her have much better 'chemistry' than you and seol ah. And that whenever Dayeon and you were alone was much more special than when Wooyi is annoyingly laugh at your miserable state, or Seol ah continuously beat you down. Dayeon's whistle rang through your ear behind you "Y/n-ah, don't you think you've been abit neglectful? " Dayeon pouted after kicking the back of your legs causing you to fall hard to the ground "Hope that didn't bruise... " Dayeon smiled once again, you've been ignoring her tries to either annoy or bully you for days now. Her anger building up for days now, you were unable to ignore this. You hissed as the pain finally settled in, bringing your knees up to sooth the pain inflicted towards them. "Aww, did i hurt you? " Dayeon said sarcastically, rubbing the back of your knee, and suddenly gripping your thigh causing you to whimper and your eyes to blur with small tears, that started to drip down on ur cheeks, ur cheeks flushing as well, making them slightly red "Y/n-ah, you look so cute like this you know? "

Dayeon's hands are slipping up ur skirt and inching towards ur cunt " I missed this so much, i bet you missed this more than me" she smirked as her index and middle finger slid up and down "I bet you're wet, fucking painslut." her finger hooked the top of your panties, taking them off swiftly making you squeal. 'Course you wanted her to stop, it was barely 15 minutes before the bell rang, but you can't stop a grade A, you're a mere grade F. If you did stop her, worse would happen, so you allow her fingers in, you allow her inside of your cunt. "Fuck you're always so tight, you're loving this aren't you?" your slick covered her tip, allowing it to squeeze in easily along with the rest of her length. She laid you on the ground of the locked classroom, thrusting all of herself inside of you, resulting in you gasping in both pain and pleasure; more on pain. Nonetheless you tightened around her cock, causing her to moan as she pounded inside of you "Gosh- y/n-ah, how....are you always so-so tight? " you felt lightheaded, your mind was fuzzy, and your vision was clouded. All you could kind of coherently feel or hear was Dayeon's cock, and words, her words encouraging your tears as her cock slammed in and out of you. "Cant you speak? fucking whore. Too fucked out now aren't you? " all you could do was nod, the only words coming out of your mouth were small thank you's and cries for more "You wan' more? huh? beg harder and maybe i will" she smirked once more as her cock throbbed and throbbed inside of you as your cunt tightened again. "Please- please! i wan- i want more! dayeon please.. " you whined loudly as she started pounding faster and harder.

Her desperate thrusting was met with your hips which at this point had a mind of its own, as they tried to meet her thrusts. Her groans and gasps increased as her speed quickened as well. Your hands grasped Dayeon's hands, as her hips stopped and dug her cock deeper inside of you as her cum spurted out inside of You. You were left breathless and overstimulated as Dayeon cleaned herself up and left the locked classroom. You sat yourself up and put ur panties back on shamefully, grabbing your backpack and walking out in a disheveled state. You walked straight to the bathroom, hoping it wouldn't be hard to make your hair look decent enough to not look funky. After fixing yourself up, you walked out of the bathroom and went to your classroom, putting faith in the fact that the bell didn't ring during... Your uhm 'talk' with Dayeon.

"Y/n! " Jaehyung said, walking up to you "You look... worse than usual... not saying you look bad normally at all! It's just you look a bit unkempt... was it Dayeon? " you nod, not wanting her to ask why. She just nodded and gave a thumbs up before grabbing you and pulling you to the rest of the friend group. "Let's go to the convenience store after school, i need to discuss some things with you guys, okay? " Suji told the 3 of you, texting Yelim the information. Your homeroom teacher came in as the chatter and laughter of the students quiet down "Students, please sit and settle down there is some news to share" he waited for all of you to go sit on your respective chairs, and hush down " Thank you, I will inform all of you again that there will be a class field trip tomorrow, please if you haven't already ask your parents for consent. " the class erupted in gasps, and conversations. "Again please settle down since your first class will start shortly, oh and also y/n? you're being called to the principal's office... please be there" he left after saying that as your classmates start gossiping about why you were called.

you walked to the office steadily, but anxiously as well. what reason does the principal need you for? you fidget with your fingers, hoping it wasn't anything about your scholarship. "y/n! " harin smiled, but there was something wrong, something underneath that smile that'll tear you up to bits "harin... where's the principal? " harin slightly widened her smile "i called you silly! what? did you think it was something about your scholarship? " she slowly walked towards you menacingly, her finger lifting slowly "why do you think i called you here? " "if-if this is something about jaeun i wont answer. " "it's nothing about jaeun, it's about you y/n-ah" she looked psychotic, her eyes looking into yours "y/n-ah, have you... been messing with kim dayeon? " your eyes widened, how did she find out? why would... she want to? "look y/n. don't lie to me, dayeon brags about you, all, the fucking time. that you feel so tight. or that you never, say no. " harin grips your hand harshly causing you to hiss and try to pull it back.

"don't you dare try to escape this y/n, don't you think i deserve to try you a little? out of all people? " she tilted her head slightly. your eyes glisten hoping you won't need to do this again " y/n, do you want me to tell the chairwoman you got fucked by dayeon on school premises... with no shame? " "no! no! harin please! i promise i'll do anything! just.. don't do that! " you couldn't afford to lose this scholarship. harin knew that, and she loved the superiority she felt blackmailing you. "don't you want me to be happy? or do you want me to suffer? " your heart breaks when even thinking about harin being sad, because of you nonetheless. "no! i don't, i didn't mean it harin! whatever you want to make you happy... even if it's, this... " harin smirked at your submission, your weakness was always one she used. your caring nature backfires severely when it comes to harin "i knew you wanted this. " smiling, her hands dropped down to your skirt, "i've been... waiting for so long y/n-ah, you care for me so much, your willing to give up your dignity just so i'm happy? " her smile this time was genuine, the way you submitted so easily into her turned her on. the fact you'd give up your integrity showed you definitely wanted this.

"y/n-ah... suck my cock, will you? " the request shocked you, her hands pushing you down onto the floor as she looked at you with a playful smile, as if she was just gonna play with you... well she was, just in a different way! "didn't you hear me? suck my dick y/n. dont make me fucking wait. " she said, authority lacing her already harsh tone. she lifted her skirt, her cock protruding through her panties "go on. don't be shy, i know you've done this before" her degrading words making you blush as you took off her panties, her cock slapping your face with pre-cum. she shoved her cock down your throat when u opened your mouth to gasp about the length. her hands were around your head, and her teeth bit her bottom lip as your head was forcefully bobbed up and down. her stomach twitched up and down as her head leaned back up, her mouth slowly opening. "fuck- y/n- did dayeon teach you well? huh? " her stomach flexed as her dick throbbed in your mouth "hah- fuck" a slew of her cum came straight down your throat, your eyes watered as you tried gasping for air. "swallow all i give you y/n." she said sternly, making sure not even a drop comes out of your mouth. "get up, lay down on the couch. "you looked almost dumbfounded, she wasn't done with you? " did you think i'm done with you? i'm not like dayeon, i don't last just a round y/n."

your panties were wet and slick, harin smirked "did sucking my cock make you wet? fucking cockwhore. " your panties were ripped away from you. harin's cock head met your entrance, bullying its way through your tight walls "fuck- dayeon wasn't lying when she said- fuck... you were tight" you start crying, the pain from the stretch of her girth was immensely painful but it felt good, you felt woozy when her cock started thrusting, "so pretty when u cry, y/n-ah. i love making u cry, so- so pretty for me" you try grabbing her shoulder, trying to ground yourself as the pleasure truly takes over your mind. "can't you answer me? did u turn dumb on my cock? huh? " you couldn't say coherent words in sequence, all the words you could say were slurred and incoherent. harin felt superior, you going silly on her cock was such an ego boost. the tip of her cock slammed hit spots u didn't even know existed. "am i bigger than dayeon? " she was, but were you gonna tell her that? no. "answer me, or u just can't talk? can dayeon fuck you this good? huh?" she took both your hands on her own, restricting your movement even more. pushing your legs up on her shoulders, her head tilting forward on your neck. her groans in your ear were inconsistent and loud, your back arched as your eyes rolled back from the pounding harin was giving you, your cunt squeezed around her cock tightly.

her stomach tensed as the knot snapped inside of you, a heap of her cum spurted out inside of you. her hips plowed themselves deeper inside of you, and you felt so warm and full, you almost cried from the pleasure of the overstimulation. "shit- fuck... don't tell anyone about this... see you on the field trip y/n..." she said as she pulled out her flaccid cock out of you

it's the day of the field trip, you were really hoping you wouldn't be chosen to be in harin's group but rather in suji's but considering both dayeon and harin were in the same group you were sure it'd be almost impossible you wouldn't be in their group. "y/n! let's go now! wouldn't wanna be left right? " jaehyung said, grabbing your arm and leading you to the bus "sit next to me! " you both ran up the stairs of the bus and sat straight at the back, while waiting for the others you decided to take a nap on jaehyung's shoulder to pass the time until you were at your destination. "jaehyung! hey can i sit next to y/n instead? " "oh... harin? uhm sure... " jaehyung was hesitant to let her sit next to you, she knows your history with her. "thank you jaehyun, now please, move. " jaehyung got up, but not before she woke you up to warn the person switch. "hi harin... " you were scared, you didn't really like sitting next to harin, it would almost be impossible for you not to be. harin wasn't a person to be vulnerable with, you especially shouldn't. "hi y/n..., you should sleep in my room, yeah? " you wanted to say no, but you couldn't, it'll be a death sentence to say no. "yes, i will.. "

you leaned on the window instead, the bus giving you almost no comfort, but you'd rather not sleep on the hard rocky floor than on harin. the road was bumpy and rough, resulting in you not being able to even take a nap. you had nothing to do, you had no data, signal or wifi! gosh... what could you do?

harin eyed you with the same emotionless eyes she gave everyone. she observed your restlessness, the way you kept trying to sleep, the way your head was almost falling from your sleepiness. "y/n...you know, you can also sleep on my shoulder... right? " you would prefer if you didn't, but the drowsiness you felt was overpowering your logical senses and a stable place to lie your head looked like heaven. you could only obediently nod and recline on her shoulder. your eyes almost immediately shut as the sleepiness took over your body leaving you vulnerable.

vulnerable was one of the only states of being harin actually liked you being in. where you wouldn't feel a hand slipping into your panties, where you wouldn't feel a finger or two sliding up and then down on your folds, collecting your slick, where you would barely feel the tip of harin's finger, where harin wouldn't care if you woke up after she plunged two fingers inside of your wet cunt. you gasp awake, you felt full as you felt two slender fingers slither into you. "ha-harin... " "dont say a word or else the chairwoman will know how much of a fucking slut you are." you clung to harin's arm tightly, your velvety walls squeezed around her fingers as you tried to hold in all of your whines. your forehead dripped in sweat as the anxiety of getting caught settled in, your mouth gaped open while her digits worked on your sweet wet cunt. "you feel so warm y/n...don't you wish it was my cock instead of my fingers? " all you could mutter out were small whimpers "answer me." harin said, curling her fingers up so it reaches even deeper than before "y-yes...harin... i- i wish it was your cock instead... " you said breathlessly, you clasped harin's arm just as the pleasure took over, dumbing you down. "i love making you a brainless slut infront of me, fucking you mindless infront of all of our classmates and they don't even know, whore" all of harin's mean words encouraged your orgasm. her fingers hit your g-spot a multitude of times, your eyes blur cause they were on the verge of tears from both the pleasure and pain of harin's fingers.

harin felt your orgasm long before you did, the tightening of your gummy walls indicated your climax "cum, in front of all your friends y/n...do it" you bit your lip hard hoping it deafens your long and drawn out moan. you came on harin's fingers, the white hot pleasure went straight to your brain, you felt overstimulated from all of the pleasure you felt. you black out from all of it, your mouth was open, drool came down from your mouth "i'll use that gaping mouth when you wake up from your little nap, night y/n..."

[ofviolentdeath]

An actual positive update on my darlin’ calico princess Eris under the cut~ (it’s a GOOD update, promise, it’s just long)

So we had our Big Scary Ultrasound Appointment yesterday and little Miss did fantastic. She was very cooperative for Dr. Jones and it was shown that the fluid buildup is almost ENTIRELY contained to her uterus. There was one small pocket of free fluid, but it wasn’t a major concern and can be addressed easily. 

Dr. Jones was honestly surprised at Rissy’s energetic curiosity because, and to quote him, “she should be a lot sicker for what I’m seeing”. But, aside from her physical appearance, the only real sign she’s in even any pain is teeth grinding when she eats. Aside from that, there has been no change in her personality or temperment.

So we called our regular vet today to see if the results had been sent over to them yet, Ms Leslie said no, they hadn’t had anything come through but she went to double check with Dr. Mason (whom I will refer to simply as Doc for the rest of this) if he had spoken to Dr. Jones. He had not so Leslie put in a request with the other clinic. 

Doc personally called me a little while later saying he had the hand written notes for Dr. Jones and we discussed what I had been told and Doc went “can you have her here Monday morning by 8:30am for surgery?” I said absolutely. It usually takes 2 months to get into my regular vet for a spay or neuter. It can take longer to get in at the low cost spay and neuter place. Doc personally found the time and space to fit her in short notice and put her appointment into the system himself (the man is not the best with computers, I am very proud of him, we had a good giggle about it).

I had no idea the cost at this point because, honestly, Doc never knows the prices off of the top of his head and this is a more complex spay. He said he’d have one of the techs call me when they had a minute to discuss pricing.

Ms. Stacy called not long after. Five. Hundred. Dollars. 

Cue my panic.

I go to update my lovely friend Ellie, she’s been one of the besties since we were 12, she adopted 2 bonded little voids from me and everything. I trust this woman with everything in my life. She asked how short I was for the cost because she can help. I hop onto my banking app, check my care credit line, add in what I get paid tomorrow, subtract the bills that absolutely need to be paid this weekend when I get paid. I was going to have just enough to cover the surgery with absolutely no wiggle room. Not even 1 minute after I tell her how much I’ll have, she venmo’s me the full $500 for Rissy’s surgery. This is on top of the $250 she sent me at the beginning of the week to go towards her ultrasounds. 

I sobbed. 

Now I don’t have to worry about scrambling to cover any unexpected extras that might come up with her surgery. I don’t have to worry about something coming out of my account that I wasn’t expecting and suddenly not being able to cover the surgery. 

Y’all, my baby has a real chance to get better and I am so absolutely grateful to everyone that has reached out, donated, shared the gofundme, and kept my princess in their thoughts. The kindness we have been shown has been astounding and I love you all so fucking much. 

Thank you.

[asecretthirdthing]

Im very stupid and don’t understand a lot but thankfully I’ve gotten some help from a counselor at AHN, I now have weekly therapy sessions I just started at an intensive mental health care place , I might change therapists but will still do therapy there. My therapist is very lovely but I’m not sure if we are a good match but I am going to give it another proper session or two besides the first intake to be able to see. And I have a psych appt at the same place at the end of august! I’m going to try to get generic Latuda thru costplusdrugs but I don’t understand the process and am afraid of doing it wrong but my partner and my mom might be able to help. I have a coupon on goodrx in case I do the process wrong at first so I’ll be able to still at least get the first month cheap. Did u know even with my insurance, generic brand Latuda is still like $600+ at the cheapest place without these crazy third party apps ????? It’s the only medication that’s worked for me but when I went off my moms insurance I couldn’t afford it anymore. I hate that I have to be a fucking academic researcher to be able to figure out how to get this shit. In the middle of struggling. But I have some help. I don’t like to talk about myself this way but it’s not often when I say, okay, no more excuses, im going to do what I need to do to take care of myself and then the processes involved are so difficult and I keep getting stuck! Everything is so complicated and stressful with health care. And the problems I’ve had with my physical health I feel like my doctor is not cooperating with me at all. And I go into everything with an optimistic and cooperative outlook, I just feel like it never pays off. I know the saying “nobody is going to save you besides yourself” but I cannot do everything! I try to Google and research what I can but there is so much different information it makes my head hurt. On top of how difficult it is to get my priorities covered I still need to see a podiatrist and a dentist. Outlook doesn’t have much impact… “okay, I’m overwhelmed, let’s take things slow and do what I can” I feel like I’m not rewarded for that, things only get harder or delayed or denied. I don’t understand bureaucratic stuff or government paperwork. When I don’t let that be an excuse and I still try to be compliant and take my time and learn it’s not beneficial to me, I only learn that I am stupid and do things wrong and the people in charge are just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ deep breaths. I just needed to vent. Sometimes things go right. I don’t like to complain. I don’t like to victimize myself. At the end of the day I’m just scared of not being able to take care of myself and that’s where this frustration comes from. Thanks for listening

[cozykozume]

I Call and You Cum

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Heyy guys! So I got a request to do more scummy kenma, and this piece def fits with that. Personally Scummy Kenma is a huge weak spot for me so I will be writing more about this I think.

This is a dark content fic, so please make sure to read the tags carefully. This is set in a college AU. These two fics are related, but you don't need to read one to read the other.

WC: 2501

Tags/triggers: DARK CONTENT. Noncon to dubcon, mind break, power imbalance, blackmail, creampie, fucking in public (a computer lab) Scummy Kenma.

Thank you so much to my beta reader @mianavs !!

You tried your best to avoid Kenma, thinking back to that night as little as possible. No matter how you looked at it, you couldn’t figure out why your body had responded to him like that. You blamed the alcohol, deciding to move past the incident as much as possible.

Of course, life never works as planned.

You were able to get a job at the campus computer lab, surprisingly, as you were still a freshman. Still, you were grateful. Checking the map, you noticed the lab you were assigned to work in was one of the furthest buildings from your dorm. Walking into the lab on your first day, you noticed a few things immediately. The lab was at the very end of the hall on the top floor, and because of this, it was fairly empty for the most part. It was incredibly small compared to the others on campus, so it seemed strange that they would need someone to staff this room. You checked your phone. You had gotten an email from the faculty member who oversaw the computer lab student employment program, stating that your student manager would be meeting you in the lab to go over the duties and show you the ropes. Nervous, as you had been in the lab for over 30 minutes, you waited for someone to show up and give you instructions.

You switched between several apps on your phone, moving onto the next when you were caught up with your timeline. Focused on your phone, you didn’t hear when someone walked into the room, and you also missed the small click of the lock on the door. By the time you looked up and noticed someone walking toward you, it was too late to do much. Kenma smirked at you as he walked closer, the color draining from your face as he stopped in front of you. “Hi, Y/n. I’m Kenma and I’ll be your student manager for this year.” He said, his voice quiet and steady.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to run out of that room and never look back. However, instead of doing any of the above, you just stood there and stared at him. You shook your head, tears falling down your face before you could even stop them.

“Come on, y/n, don’t cry…” He said, closing the small gap between you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer, kissing your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head. “Really, y/n, you should stop crying… Just seeing your face red and wet like that reminds me of our time together.” He said as he pushed his hips forward, the outline of his semi-hard cock pushing into your stomach.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” You said, your hands pushing at his chest as you tried to wiggle away. As much as you tried to put some oomph behind your words, you knew they came out as weak as you felt in that moment. “Now, come on kitten. You wouldn’t want those pictures and videos to get around campus, right? I have so many from that night. In fact, I think I even have a few of you moaning and begging for more.” He mentioned as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. Your hands froze on his chest as you heard your voice coming from his phone, loud cries and moans echoing around the empty walls of the room.

“Much better… I thought you would have learned after last time. It’s always better for you, in the long run, if you just cooperate.” He stated, his hand coming up to caress your face. His hand slipped to the back of your neck, gripping your hair tightly as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his lips ghosting over yours, your breath shallow as his golden eyes stared directly into yours, “Now. Are you going to be a good girl or am I going to have to punish you?” He asked before his lips connected with the corner of your mouth.

Your hands dropped to your sides, your shoulders sagging as you closed your eyes. You could feel the smirk on his lips as he started attacking your neck, sucking, and biting to his heart's content. You jumped as both of his hands found their way to your ass, grabbing you roughly and pushing his hips into you as he tugged you closer. “Fuck. I wanted to toy with you more, but I’m not sure I can wait too much longer.” He whispered hotly against your ear before his lips came down on yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, grabbing your thighs and lifting you. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “Kenma!” You gasped as your head spun. He walked over to the empty table where you had been sitting just a few minutes prior. He set you down, his hands already grabbing at the hem of your shirt. “I didn’t get a good look at these last time…” He murmured, tugging your shirt over your head roughly and throwing it to the ground. He hummed, leaning back to get a good look at you. You shifted, your arms moving to cover yourself. He swatted at you, grabbing your hands and draping them back over his shoulders. “Your hands don’t move unless I tell you.”

During all this, it felt like your voice had been stolen out of your chest. “Kenma, can we please not do th-” Before you could finish your statement, his skilled fingers unhooked your bra and tossed it into the same spot as your shirt. “If all you’re going to do is whine, just shut up. I only want to hear those dirty moans and cries coming out of you.” He said roughly, his lips latching onto your nipple. Your eyes closed while your chest rose and fell quickly, as your body began to respond to his touches. His eyes darted up, looking at your face as your teeth dug into your bottom lip. “No no no kitten, this is the stuff I want to hear…” He whispered, his hands sliding down your legs with your leggings and panties quickly following.

Kenma pushed himself between your legs, his fingers fumbling with his own button and zipper. He was so confident just moments ago, stripping away your clothes like he had done it hundreds of times. But now that it was time to undress himself, he looked like an inexperienced teen. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees before his hands found their way to your core. Your back arched as his fingers slowly dipped into the wetness that had gathered between your legs. Kenma groaned against your neck, sinking two fingers into you with no warning. Your legs tightened around him, a loud gasp ripped from you as he stretched you open.

“Fuck! Good girl…” He grabbed one of your hands from around his neck, forcing your fingers to wrap around him. “Touch me…” He whispered, for the first time his voice coming out soft, a slight whine to it. Your breath hitched in your throat, the unexpected change in his voice causing your stomach to knot. Shakily, your hand began moving up and down, spreading his precum from the tip to the base of his cock. He let out another soft moan, his teeth sinking into your neck as his fingers continued to move inside you. You closed your eyes, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, as pleasure once again began to take over your body.

You squeezed him tighter, hoping if you made him cum then he would leave you alone. Of course, you could not be that lucky. Kenma swatted your hand away, pulling his fingers from you and rubbing your slick up and down his cock. He moved back, lining himself up with your pussy before he slowly sunk in. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, letting a breathy whine escape your lips.

Kenma grabbed your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the table. His arms wrapped around you as he stood still, his cock buried deep inside you. It felt strangely intimate, given the circumstances, but you appreciated the time it gave you to adjust to his size. He pulled back once before slamming his hips forward, loud moans coming from both of you, as his hips slapped against your skin. He nuzzled his head back into your neck, sucking and biting harshly as he started a steady pace of fucking into you.

Just like the first time, you let go of reason, mind going blank as your body took control. You could feel your snug walls pulsing around him as he started slamming into your body. Although you hated to admit it, his breathy whines and moans caused knots and butterflies in your stomach. Your legs tightened around him, as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, body trembling. You could feel your orgasm coming on quickly, your moans coming out louder and quicker.

Kenma’s hand twisted into your hair, holding you head in place as his lips moved to your ear. “Fuck fuck fuck...That’s it...God, you feel so fucking good...Tight little pussy sucking me in…” He whispered, his lust filled voice going straight to your core. You cried out loud, moaning his name over and over again, as he fucked you into your first orgasm. He yanked your head back by your hair, his eyes locking onto yours as he pumped into you, dragging out your orgasm. You hated him. You hated everything about him and everything he had done to you so far...and yet, seeing him come undone because of you gave you some kind of sick satisfaction.

“Kenmaaaa…” You whined out, trying to push him away as he continued to jackhammer into you. His hips stuttered as he stilled inside you, his harsh breathing tickling your ear. Your hands tugged at the edge of his shirt, lifting it slightly as your hands began to explore over his chest and abdomen. You dragged your nails over his stomach before wrapping around him. His cock throbbed inside you, drawing another breathy moan from him as he tugged his shirt over his head.

This was the first time you had seen Kenma shirtless, and you were not mad about the sight in front of you. In another life, if Kenma had approached you in a normal way, all of this could have gone very differently. He was not ripped by any means, but looking at him you could tell he worked out. Without warning, Kenma drew his hips back and slammed into you, grunting loudly into your ear. Your nails dug into the soft flesh on his back, as your head dropped forward onto his shoulder. He returned to his punishing pace, hands holding you in place by your hips. You could already feel the bruises forming as his hold grew tighter the longer he held onto you.

One of his hands strayed from your hip, dipping lower to rub small circles around your clit. Bolts of electricity ran through your body, your back arching into his chest the faster he fucked you. Before you knew what was happening, you were begging him to cum, tears streaming down your face. Your nails ripped down his back, engraving angry red scratches into him. His head dropped back, his eyes closed, as his hips fell out of rhythm. “Y/n, beg me to cum in you...” He said harshly as he used your body.

You weren’t sure if it was the pleasure your body felt, or the fact you just wanted this to be over, but you did exactly as he asked. ‘Kenma, please cum inside m-” Before you could finish, he moaned loudly, slamming his hips into you one last time. You could feel his cum slowly filling you, the warmth causing chills to run through your body. His hips began to move again, fucking into you slow and deep as he milked every drop of himself. You dropped your hands from his back, disgusted that they were now covered in his sweat.

He pulled back from you, reaching down to pull his pants from where they were pooled around his ankles. “Nice to have you on the IT team. If you have any questions, send them in an email and don’t call me unless it's an actual emergency. Oh, and when I call while you’re on the clock, you pick up.” You stared at him, the look of utter disgust painted across your face. He was standing in front of you, speaking as though he didnt just fuck you within an inch of your life barely 3 minutes ago. You could see his cum leaking out of you, sliding down your sticky skin too smoothly.

As if Kenma could read your thoughts, his eyes locked onto where his seed was pooling under you. He smirked, taking a step closer to you, reaching his fingers out to dance across your inner thigh. “And for the time being, this belongs to me. I have plenty of pictures from last time…” His eyes darted down to where your pants were laying on the ground. He reached down quickly, snatching your panties off the ground and shoving them into his pocket. “And now I have your underwear to back it up.”

He walked towards the door, looking back at you while you sat on the table, your eyes watering as you digest everything that’s happened. “Hurry up and get dressed. I’m sure security will be making rounds soon, and I doubt you want to explain any of this to them.” He spat at you, taking his phone out and snapping a picture quickly before scrolling through his apps. You stood up, his cum running down the insides of your legs as you slip your pants back on. Slipping your shirt and bra into place, you pull your hair into a low bun rather than trying to figure out what it looked like.

Kenma smiled, unlocking the door and pulling it open slowly. He motioned for you to walk ahead of him, turning the lights out and locking the door behind him. “Good girl. I’ll see you tomorrow after your classes for your second shift.” He said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked toward the elevator. You, on the other hand, opted for the stairs, wanting to get away from your attacker as soon as possible. As you push the door open to the stairs, you could hear Kenma call out quietly.

“Remember. I call and you come, no matter what.” You shivered, slamming the door behind you as you booked it down the stairs and toward your dorm.

[archonoftears]

info: modern au! reader receives a package that helps her tease her boyfriend while he’s at work. 

warnings: 18+ smut, slight breeding kink (mentioned), lingerie, phone sex (kinda), pretty vanilla, no penetration, just description, a tiny bit of dom/sub (implied through dialogue)

word count: 1,626

authors note: umm head empty, thoughts only filled with laying in zhonglis bed and teasing him over the phone. i really can’t remove myself from modern au! with ceo daddy zhong. so here we are again. not gonna lie though, i found myself looking at dragon dildos yesterday and now i just wanna write dragon zhongli and sacrificial maiden. so maybe after i finish with the first chapter of my other fic i’ll get right on that. 

ps no beta, i just kinda got this out and edited it once. so sorry if any mistakes or issues.

please thirst with me if you want to!!

Glancing around your dining room table you felt defeated by the amount of packages staring back at you. You were surprised by the latest delivery of clothing you had received for PR from a few high end designers. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, dating a CEO of a multi million dollar cooperation came with many perks. Yet you never imagined anything like this. Knowing the mess would only stay on the table if you didn’t start tackling it. You began opening up a few packages, finding bags and shoes. Even the latest spring wear from the major brand ‘Liyue Qixing’ sat in a box for you. Before setting your eyes on a more intricate looking box. Opening it to discover some of the most beautiful lingerie you had seen in a long time. Looking at the brand name ‘Scent of Spring’. You didn’t recognize it, but you were quite enamored with the pieces inside.

Forgoing opening any more packages you quickly gathered the items in the box and wandered off to the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend. Selecting a ivory and gold silk longline balconette bra, with matching thong, and harness. The gold tulle flowers that patterned the silk and lace were soft and delicate under your fingers. You couldn’t go a second longer without wearing the beautiful set. Quickly stripping off the clothes you were wearing and slipping on the lingerie. Loving the feel of the soft lace and silk against your skin. Staring at yourself in the mirror. 

‘This lingerie had to be designed by some deity who knew Zhongli’s taste.’ You thought to yourself as you admired the way the balconette bra exposed half of your breast and how the thong straps cut into the flesh of your hip in a sexy way, giving your body a more defined silhouette.

A light bulb went off in your head, walking over to grab your phone and opening the camera app, returning back to the mirror. Posing yourself quite provocative as you snapped several photos, dropping to your knees and taking a few more photos, before flipping through them. A coy smile playing on your lips as you went to call Zhongli.

Zhongli was startled by the sound of his phone ringing on his desk, glancing down to see your contact photo, a smile immediately forming on his face, he swiped to answer.

“Hello (name), is everything alright my dear?” Zhongli greeted as he turned from the documents in front of him and leaned back in his chair. You seldom ever called him when you knew he was going to be in the office all day, preferring to email him if you needed anything so he assumed this must have been important.

“Everything is fine, just calling to see what you were up to.” You greeted over the phone. Zhongli let out a small sigh, relieved that nothing was wrong.

“I’m just preparing for a meeting with Fatui Industries in a little bit.” Zhongli started, glancing at the clock to check the time. “What are you doing today my dear.” He asked, knowing you didn’t have much on your schedule today.

“Well I was going through some packages I received, you know the PR kind. It was mostly clothes from some nice designers.” You hummed, he could hear you twirling your hair in your fingers as you spoke.

“Oh really? Hopefully they sent things that are your style.” 

“That’s why I was calling actually. There was this one package, the clothes are really nice. But I think they’re more to your taste, and I wanted to get your opinion on them.” You confessed. 

“Of course, I can do that when I get home for you if you would like.” Zhongli replied, glancing at the clock noting that he had about 27 minutes until his meeting. “I should be done with work after I meet with Signora and Childe.”

“I’m actually sending you a couple photos right now, please check your email and tell me what you think.” He couldn’t put his finger on it, but you seemed awfully excited about all of this but he complied with your request.

“Of course, one moment.” Opening his email, quickly finding the one from you at the top and opening it, his eyes widening in realization as he enlarged one of several photos in the email. His voice catching in his throat as he examined it.

“Are the clothes to your liking, sir.” You cooed from the other end of the phone, knowing very well they were in fact to his liking. 

“Ms. (Name)..” Zhongli growled quietly.

“Yes sir?” You asked innocently, Zhongli aware of the game you were playing, but nevertheless here he was clicking on the next photo, feeling his pants grow tighter as he continued to view the photos. The one of you on your knees sending more blood rushing to his already aching erection.

“Are you being a good girl right now?” 

“I’m always a good girl Sir.”

“Are you? You don’t look to be acting like a good girl in these photos.”

“Then should I send you some more photos so you make sure I’m being good?” He could feel himself getting riled up just by the implications of what was being said.

“Well… I’ve already sent them so hopefully you don’t mind.”

Not needing to be told twice Zhongli refreshed his email inbox to find a new message. Opening it to discover new attachments. Slowly he clicked the first picture. Finding you not in front of the mirror in the bedroom anymore, but now on the black sateen sheets of the bed the two of you shared. Angling the camera in a way to show how you would look if he had you pinned down. You looked ravishing, from the way you let your cleavage spill out exposing your nipples, to the way you spread your legs. 

The next photo your hand was on one of your breast cupping and pinching the nipple. The next photo was taken lower, your hand was now in your panties clearly teasing yourself. And the final attachment was a video, it was no more than 15 seconds, but in those 15 seconds you show yourself pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, before dragging your fingers out of yourself and licking the wet slick off your digits. Zhongli was taking deep breaths as he watched. His eyes following your every movement.

“Sir…” You moaned, lust lacing every syllable. “Do you think I look like a good girl in those photos?”

Zhongli couldn’t say anything for a moment. Letting the video replay itself over and over, his eyes finding new things to focus on each time it replayed. From the way your plump lips wrapped around your fingers or the way you quivered when you plunged your two digits into yourself. He just wanted to see you do more.

“When did being a good girl equate to acting like quite the little slut? Surely I’ve taught you better than that.” Zhongli replied firmly, as he adjusted the way he was sitting to accommodate his throbbing cock.

“This is what you’ve taught me…” the breathiness of your voice letting him know you were in fact still touching yourself as you replied.

“I don’t recall teaching you to send provocative photos to me while I’m at work.” He glanced at the clock again, 16 minutes until the meeting. Fuck. 

“Did they make you hard?” You asked suddenly.

He was not a liar, so he wouldn’t lie to you. “Yes they did…” 

“Did they make you want to come home and stuff your big. thick. cock inside of me.” The punctionaction of your words were breaking him down.

“Yes they did…”

“Master are you going to come home so I can show you how much of a good girl I am, when I’m milking your cock.”

“My Lily… I-” Zhongli wasn’t used to you being this forward with him.

“I need you to come home and fuck me now. Because if you don’t pump me full of your cum I might go crazy.” You whined your voice working wonders on his resolve. “Please… Please come home and breed me sir.”

One final weak glance at his clock showed he had 9 minutes before they would arrive.

You moaned again calling his name out through the phone, the thread holding his composure together snapping.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I get home do you understand.” Zhongli growled into the phone, quickly on his feet, grabbing his bag and making his way to the door of his office. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir..!” You exclaimed.

“I hope you understand you won’t be walking for the next few days my Little Lily.” He warned before leaving the safety of his private office.

“Yes yes! Hurry please.” 

“I am.” Quickly saying goodbye and hanging the phone up  with you, while walking towards two approaching figures. 

“Mr. Zhongli goo-” Signora began, reaching her hand out to greet him, but he didn’t meet it.

“My apologies, there seems to be an emergency at home, can you meet with my assistant to reschedule.” Zhongli haphazardly explained. “Again my deepest apologies.” He finished, turning on his heel and b lining it to the exit. Letting the receptionist know that he was leaving and scrambling for the parking garage.

“What do you think his emergency was?” Signora stood bewildered where Zhongli had left her and Childe.

“Do you think everything is alright?

Childe seemed to be having the best laugh of his life as his colleague pondered the obvious.

“Trust me everything’s fine.” Childe said in between laughs. “We should probably reschedule for Monday, he’ll probably need the whole weekend off.”

“This is why I hate partnering with you, you’re too vague sometimes.”

[parkers-gal]

breaking the internet... again T.H.

summary : baby holland breaks the internet (requested)

wc: 1100

part one

—

Twelve days ago, baby Scarlet Holland was born. The process left you both healthy, and you and Tom could not be happier, but people would start to notice you without your bump and instead with a baby attached to you.

"Tommy!" you called.

"Coming," He said, bringing in some hot chocolate to where you were seated on the bed. Scarlet had a crib set up next to your bed, despite having a nursery. She used it, of course, but during the day, you felt better when she was close.

"I was thinking," You said. "We should.. tell our fans about Scarlet."

Tom nearly spilled his drink when the words left your mouth. "Love..." he started. "You know what happened last time we announced something baby-related."

"Yeah, yeah!" You puffed, chuckling. "But I need to leave the house some time!"

"It's safer if you-"

"I can't even go on a walk?" You asked, pouting. "Tommy, I know with the covid and everything, it's safe for us at home, but there's nobody around when we take walks -- except for the paps!"

Tom laughed at you, running his fingers through his curls as he nodded along with you. "You're right," he concluded. "When should we?"

"Right now."

Tom rolled his eyes playfully before taking his phone out of his pocket. You had picked yours up off of the nightstand, before the both of you decided which pictures to post.

"I hope you know you're not gonna be able to use your phone for the next couple 'f hours," he said, breathing out a laugh.

"I doubt that's gonna happen again," you said. "Lemme see your phone."

And then you were prepping his post. You captioned it "Project completed✅🤍👼" before handing him his phone back. When you were certain both posts were ready, you were counting down again, just like you had months prior.

"Now!" You both said, giggling as you each hit the send button before tapping out of the apps and shutting off your phones.

"Now we wait," Tom smiled to you, grabbing your hand and kissing the top of it. The action made you blush, and you could only nod in agreement.

***

Only three hours had passed, but Harrison was knocking at your door.

"Thomas!" he said, coming in. You had come downstairs to see the boys in the kitchen, and you sat on the counter watching them. "You guys broke the fucking internet! Again!"

"Wha-" you started, but Haz kept going.

"A heads up would've been nice! Remember? My games!" He said, jokingly angry.

Tom's eyes were wide -- as were yours-- as the both of exchanged a glance before ultimately laughing at Harrison.

"I'm sure it's just Instagram, H," You said.

"Yeah," Tom agreed, leading him to the door. "Now, go exercise or something. Take a break from your phone," Tom said, shutting the door and turning around hug you.

You two were slightly swaying, your face in the crook of his neck as he held you close.

"I really love you."

"I really love you," you said back.

***

About an hour later, Sam had called Tom.

"'Ey, mate," he started. "Erm- I don't know if Harry told you, but the Brother's Trust website is down... again."

Tom sighed, "What? What happened this time?"

"It crashed.. again."

"I thought we reprogrammed it so that it wouldn't crash again."

"Well.. we did. But there's so many people on it, and so many people trying to get on it, that we can't actually fix it until the load lightens."

"So what, it's just gonna stay down?"

Sam forced out a laugh," Yeah, man. We can't do anything about it, right now."

"Alright," Tom said. "Thanks for letting me know."

And then, Tom was making his way back to you. You had a questioning look on your face, and Tom answered your silent question.

"Website's down again."

"Ohhh," you said, ruffling his hair as he laid on you, hiding his face in your neck. "My, uh, my merch site went down too, and my main streaming website."

Tom looked up at you, before returning to his position and laughing from your collarbone. You were laughing with him, too.

"My manager is freaking out," you went on. "She's hilarious when she's trying to do everything at once."

"Mhmm," Tom said, leaving messy kisses on your neck. "When do you wanna check the socials?"

"Right now?" You said.

Tom mumbled out an agreement, but made no move to get up. You only laughed at him, deciding to wait a little longer.

***

It was six o'clock by the time you two checked your phones.

"Holy shit, Tom. I've got 35 million likes," you laughed at the number.

"My followings went up by seven million," he replied, laughing along.

"Oh, lemme check-" but you cut yourself off, because the app had kicked you out. You glanced to Tom, to find the same confused expression that fitted your face. "Oh no."

"We couldn't- no, we don't have that much- it couldn't have happened again!" Tom finally finished, frustrated at his stumbles and stutters.

"Tom, I think we-"

"No! Nope!"

"But Tommy-"

"I said no!"

"But-"

"No!"

"I just-"

"Y/N stop it!" he whined, falling into your embrace and once again hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You laughed at him, despite Tom's whine about it.

"Such a big baby," you said, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

"'M not," he grumbled.

"Are too."

"Am not," he said, nuzzling further into you.

You giggled again, rubbing his shoulders. "Tommy?"

"Mm?"

"We broke the internet again."

***

The next morning, the two of you had woken up in hopes that the apps and websites would be up and running again. Your new, limited-time-only merch that had just released was sold out and , unfortunately, backed up your website again.

Tom's Brother's Trust plan for a virtual interview had been postponed because the website just wasn't cooperating. Tom wasn't too bothered, but you supposed he'd never hear the end of it from his brother's. They were due round next week, so you'd find out.

Instagram was up and running, but quite slow. Your excitement blocked out any frustration from the app, and Tom was not different. The two of you were excited to see what the fan's had said.

A few read:

OH MY GOD BABY HOLLAND!!!!!💛

TOM IS A DADDY NOW??? MY HEARTAIHUFAGIU❤️❤️😩😩

Congratulations🥺🥺🥺

Y/N !! A MOM!! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS INFORMATION

lets discuss who the baby is gonna look like.. tommy or y/n???? xxx

You giggled at the responses, hearting and replying to the ones you wanted. Tom was doing the same, replying to his castmates and school friends. You had done the same, a few artists who had previously done collabs with you --or wrote and produced songs for you-- commenting and tweeting their replies.

"Love," Tom said. "They say she'll look more like me."

You gasped dramatically before clutching your chest like your heart was physically hurting. "Well," you breathed out. "They think she'll have my voice."  

Tom's jaw hit the floor at your response. "Y/N!"

[writethelifeyouwant]

Runaway | Ch 22

Summary: Instead of attending her spot at a top college in the fall, Y/N runs away from her home on the East Coast and ends up on a city bench in L.A. – lost, cold, and utterly alone. When one of her favourite actors, Jared Padalecki, passes her on his way home from a club with his best friend Jensen, while Y/N is getting ready to sleep in the street on that bench, he finds he can't just walk by.

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader Rating: 18+ Chapter Warnings: trauma victim, extended hospitalisation due to trauma, trauma victim triggered Tags: AU, slow burn, rumours about sexual misconduct, angst, friends fighting, making up, smoking (tobacco) Word Count: 2,502

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Jared strode out of the hospital as quickly as he could without actually running. He felt horrible. Sandra had promised him it wasn’t his fault, that these things happen sometimes, but he still felt awful; triggering a reaction like that for Meredith hadn’t happened for nearly a year, he’d hoped she was past it by now, but evidently not. He wondered what exactly had set it off this time. The only thing he could think of was the videos he was playing out loud on his phone. Maybe the unfamiliar male voice had frightened her when he let the video of Morgan play.

That reminded him, he still didn’t know what that video was about. Now ensconced in the safety of his car, he pulled the app back up and rewound the video to the beginning. Fuck, he thought as he watched it through. This was not good.

“The allegations made against me are something that I’m, of course, taking very seriously.” The Morgan in the video spoke soberly to the camera. “But, I would appreciate the opportunity to tell my side of the story.

“Starting with the accusation of assault at the party in Europe. I’m not going to reveal her name because it seems she wants to remain anonymous and that’s absolutely fine, but this accusation is something that she and I have discussed in the past. I’ve apologised profusely, and I thought we had put this behind us.

“We were both drinking at that party, drinking too much, really, and I wholeheartedly believed at the time that what we were doing was consensual. I was devastated to learn later that she didn’t feel the same, and I am incredibly sorry for any pain the incident caused, but we both agreed that it was an honest mistake, one that I take full responsibility for, but a mistake nonetheless. I am saddened that she has gone to the press and, in my opinion, misrepresented the incident, but obviously she has a right to her own story and I don’t want to silence her if she feels the need to speak about it.”

Jesus Christ.

“In response to the allegation of sexual harrassment on the set of Paris Remembered, this has come as a massive shock to me. I don’t remember anything of the sort happening on that set, and I don’t know the identity of the person who is accusing me of this behaviour. I am planning on cooperating fully with any investigation that results from this accusation, however, it is my impression at this time that this is a false allegation made against me by someone looking to capitalise on the publicity of the incident I’ve already addressed.

“Thank you for watching, and listening to my side of the story. I hope you all have a stellar weekend.”

The video ended and the screen went black. Jared let out a shaky breath. He really couldn’t believe it. He’d never seen Morgan act inappropriately towards anyone, on set or off. He sounded really upset and genuinely apologetic about the incident he owned up to, and Jared could see how easily things like that can be skewed by the media, particularly in this day and age. But the sexual harrassment allegation just made no sense to him, that wasn’t like Morgan at all.

Sighing heavily, Jared ran his hands through his hair to shake off the tension that was tightening up his whole body. He needed a drink. Badly.

Starting up his car he reversed out of his spot and weaved through the parking lot to turn back onto the main road towards the centre of town. He didn’t have a particular place in mind, so he stopped at the first bar he passed. It was just going on evening, so the place wasn’t very crowded yet, and that suited Jared just fine.

Walking up to the bar, he dropped himself heavily onto a stool and asked the bartender for a beer.

“Can you be a bit more specific?” the bartender asked, half joking.

“Dealer’s choice,” Jared grunted. He didn’t particularly care what he drank, so long as it helped him relax a little bit.

“A bit early for the dark broody stranger at a bar act, isn’t it?” A familiar voice spoke just behind his shoulder, and Jared turned to see Jensen standing behind him. His hands were in his pockets, and he was hovering a few steps further away than he normally would be, clearly unsure if Jared would want to see him.

Jared didn’t answer him.

“Are you okay, man?” Jensen asked cautiously, taking a step closer, and Jared heaved a sigh. If anyone would understand what a crappy day he’d had, it was Jensen, and he could really use someone to talk to right now.

“I uh,” Jared cleared his throat when his voice came out scratchy, then tried again. “I just visited Mere in the hospital.” He paused, and Jensen nodded understandingly, taking the unoccupied seat beside his friend.

“Was it one of her bad days?” Jensen asked sympathetically, and Jared nodded. “I’m sorry, man. I know how tough that is on you.”

“I just feel so awful that I can’t do anything about it,” Jared sighed, taking a sip from the drink that the bartender had deposited in front of him a few seconds ago. “It’s pretty shitty when the best thing you can do to help your little sister is not be there.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jensen agreed. “Fuckin’ sucks, dude.” Hesitantly, he reached out and patted his hand on Jared’s shoulder in a gesture of solidarity. Jared was grateful for the contact, after having to be so careful in the hospital not to touch Meredith, being able to interact so casually with Jensen was a relief.

“Thanks, man,” Jared gave his friend a tight smile. They both knew there wasn’t much else they could say about it, this was just the way it was now, but having someone else who understood what was going on was comforting in and of itself.

“Did you want to talk about it at all?”

“There’s not much to say about it,” Jared shrugged, taking another drink. “It was probably my fault she got triggered, I was watching this video on my phone out loud, I think hearing the new voice upset her.”

“What video were you watching?” Jensen raised his brow sceptically.

“First it was a press interview of Quinn and me for the movie, but she started screaming during the video with Morgan,” Jared explained.

“Has she ever done anything like that before?” Jensen probed, and Jared shrugged again.

“Not with a video, but we both know how she reacts around men. She was reading so she probably wasn’t expecting to hear a new voice, I think it just startled her.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jensen shrugged too. He certainly wasn’t a psychiatrist, and Meredith’s condition had always been pretty volatile since the attack. If Jared didn’t think it was that unusual than who was he to say it was. He just felt awful that his best friend had to deal with any of this. Not being able to have a conversation with your sister, or even hug her, he couldn’t imagine just how difficult that was. And he knew Jared still blamed himself for the whole thing, even though it was obviously not his fault.

“So,” Jared cleared his throat and changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on it any longer, “what have you been up to?”

“Still working on my story with Stanford,” Jensen answered mildly, now accepting his own beer from the barman.

“I uh, I’ve been a shit friend, man,” Jared grimaced, “I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that when we–”

“Hey, it’s cool,” Jensen interrupted. “I’m not saying I wasn’t right, but I shouldn’t have pushed so hard.”

“How about we don’t talk about that,” Jared laughed uncomfortably, “and you fill me in about the Stanford thing instead.”

“Deal,” Jensen laughed, tapping his drink against Jared in accord.

Jensen had done a load of work for these profiles. All in all there were six students that had potentially gotten into the college unfairly – four football players, one basketball player, and one swimmer.

“And they’re from all over the country, too,” Jensen explained. “I’m trying to figure out if this was like a network sort of thing or if they were all isolated incidents. It makes you wonder how long this sort of thing has been going on for, too. Like are we only just finding out about something that’s always happened, or was it a new idea that’s just massively backfired in a super public way.”

“I’ve certainly never heard of parents helping their kids cheat into school,” Jared mused. “Bribing the school maybe, like with donations or some shit, but actually paying people to take the SATs for their kids?”

“Yeah, it’s weird, right?” Jensen nodded, flipping through his notes. “And now the problem the schools are having is figuring out if the kids were in on it, and if they weren’t, what do they do? Let them stay or kick them out?”

“Yeah, that’s a tough one,” Jared agreed.

“There’s two kids at Stanford, the swimming girl and one of the football players, that I’m positive had no idea what their parents did. When I spoke to them they were so cut up about it, they really thought they’d gotten in on their own merits. Neither of them had fantastic grades but they thought their athletics got them in, not their parents faking their tests for them.”

“That fuckin’ sucks.”

“I know man,” Jensen sighed heavily. “The funny thing is, those two are both from D.C. They went to different private schools, and they didn’t know each other, but I’m looking into whether or not their parents are connected at all. From what I’ve been able to dig up it looks like the same service, or whatever you wanna call it, rigged their scores. Makes you wonder just how deep the whole operation goes.”

“Too bad Mrs. Powalski wasn’t in on it, she coulda faked me into college,’ Jared joked, and Jensen laughed.

“That old crone spent way too much money on cleaning products to be able to afford the kind of bribes these parents are paying,” Jensen scoffed. “Plus, if you’d gone to college, we wouldn’t have such top class cinema like Taking A Chance about to come to a theatre near you,” he grinned, and Jared gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re done filming now, right?”

“Yeah, we finished last night,” Jared nodded.

“Got any plans for what you’ll do next?” Jensen asked curiously, and Jared shook his head.

“I’ll have the PR stuff for this to keep me going for a bit, but I’m sure Cassie will have some stuff lined up for me when we get back to L.A.” Jared drained the last of his beer.

“Want to get another one?” Jensen asked, already getting up, but Jared stopped him.

“No, I still need to drive back.” He still felt a little keyed up though, and if he couldn’t have another drink… “Would you judge me massively if I went and bummed a cigarette off someone outside?” Jared shot his friend a guilty smile, and Jensen frowned.

“Yes,” he nodded seriously, but then softened a little, “but I’m also not gonna ditch you.”

Jared smiled gratefully and walked outside with Jensen. Luckily, there was an old guy outside already with a full packet of smokes, and he was happy to share.

“You know, smoking’s bad for you son,” he smiled sagely as he lit Jared up, and Jared laughed.

“If I make it to your age, I’ll be happy,” Jared laughed, and so did the old man.

“Happiness is all we can ask for, I suppose,” he smiled and tucked his lighter back into the breast pocket of his suit.

“Thanks,” Jared raised the cigarette in salute, and turned back to Jensen, being careful to exhale the smoke in the opposite direction of his friend.

“So, uh, Y/N/N asked me to come to your wrap party with her,” Jensen admitted nervously, and Jared looked up at him, startled. “I figured you should know, but, it’s just as friends, yeah?”

“Sure,” Jared nodded, processing the new information slowly. “I'm glad she’ll have a friend there, actually, I probably have to hang out with Quinn and the rest of the cast most of the night.”

“Yeah, I’ve uh, I’ve seen some stuff online,” Jensen hedged, looking for Jared to take him up on the hint. He didn’t. “You and Quinn seem to be spending a lot of time together,” he pressed on and Jared scoffed, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Have we?” he answered evasively.

“Y/N/N mentioned it too,” Jensen stuck his hands in his pockets and crushed a stray cigarette butt under his boot, before looking back up at Jared, who was remaining silent. “Are you dating her, man?”

“Who?” Jared asked cheekily, and Jensen kicked his foot.

“Quinn. Are you dating Quinn?” Jensen asked gruffly.

“I–” Jared swallowed nervously. He wanted to tell Jensen the truth, he really did.

“Since when have you liked Quinn? You always said she was too Hollywood for you whenever I joked about it before,” Jensen accused mildly.

“I can change my mind,” Jared hedged.

“Yeah, I guess,” Jensen huffed. “You’ve clearly changed your mind about Y/N/N, then.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jared flicked his eyes to Jensen’s face angrily.

“It means that you might not want to admit it, or talk about it, but I’m not a fucking idiot. You like her, or you did, at least. But if you want to date Quinn, you can date Quinn, it’s not my business.” Jensen shrugged, something sharp beneath the neutrality of his tone that put Jared on edge.

“No, it’s not your business,” he snapped, taking a final drag of his cigarette and snuffing it out beneath his shoe. But then he sighed heavily. “I don’t want to fight about this with you.”

“Sorry,” Jensen grimaced, “I just… I really thought I knew you better than this.”

Jared gulped. The dejected look on Jensen’s face stung. He didn’t like thinking he’d hurt his best friend, especially when Jensen was absolutely right about this whole thing. He couldn’t deal with the disappointment he saw on the man’s face.

“You know me better than anyone,” Jared sighed, leaning back against the brick wall of the bar. “That’s why you can see through all my bullshit.” Jensen looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue, and all the pent up frustration Jared had been feeling for the past few months about his fake relationship with Quinn, and his persistent feelings for his personal assistant, and his fear that Y/N/N was beginning to push him away, all came tumbling out.

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[jeongvision]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HAPPY 1K FOLLOWERS EMILY! my smol bean, my favourite virgo, my es to my paña, may i request a museum!au with jaehyun and "it was a honest mistake" LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU

pairing. frat boy! jeong jaehyun ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, humor, enemies to lovers au, college au, museum au, non idol au

warnings. cursing, maybe some bickering, mentions of violence, all the good stuff we see in e2l! au’s ohoho (also not proofread bc i’m knocked up on meds rn but wbk)

author’s note. THE ES TO MY PAÑA I CAN’T WITH YOU ASJFKGJA BUT I LOVE YOU BBY!! this request has been inspired from a post i saw in a fb group hehe hope you like it bc it’s a DREAM to have

School trips are always a hit or miss: you either find it the best thing to happen in your school year or find it the most boring trip you’ve ever been. For your art history class, the professor made it an effort to allow all the students enrolled in the course to visit a nearby museum for an graded assignment.

Requirements to get full marks on this said assignment are as follows:

You must attend to the museum with your assigned partner at the same time to receive credit. Dates on your admission ticket with be used as proof.

You must act at least TWO scenes from any artwork mediums (canvas, sculpture, video, etc.) and take picture for submission as proof that you have done so.

Just adding in a partner was just a sprinkle on top of your dessert, but it can’t be that bad, right? Wrong, because your partner is none other than Jung Jaehyun, the annoying frat kid that always arrives ten minutes later into lecture with either a hoodie draped over his head or a black baseball cap, sometimes without any books or a backpack in possession.

It’s wonder how the professor manages to tolerate him and his unruly behavior, because you certainly can’t stand the fact you’re standing within a few feet away from him for this stupid assignment.

If there weren’t any bystanders nearby and cameras pointing at you from all angles in the museum, you would’ve sucker punched him in his throat the moment you saw him walk through the entrance with his black shirt and tan cargo pants with his hair tucked in his black baseball cap. But you’re a good person and you would like to pass the class very much, so you hold yourself back from doing so.

You’ll think about it later when you’re outside of the museum premises, you know?

It’s been over an hour since you have arrived at the museum, and you can feel your patience running thin. As you two continue to circulate inside the museum, all you can hear from Jaehyun’s mouth are groans and sighs. It ticked you off to know that yes, it’s a pain of an ass to go out of your way for an assignment, but he is not willing to participate in the matter any time soon.

You abruptly stop in your tracks and turn to face him, stopping Jaehyun in his tracks too. You pointed a finger against his chest.

“Okay, look here, asshole,” you spat. “I’m so fucking sick of you not caring about anything in this world just because you think that you’re some hot shot that can get away with anything with your attractive looks.” Your patience has long been thinned out for this man, and you couldn’t stop your words from holding back, each words vehemently attacking the person before you. “I want to get this assignment done with just as much as you do, so can you for once use that fucking single brain cell of yours and just cooperate with me for once, or so god help me, the security is gonna be called on us after I push you over to that replica statue of David we passed earlier.”

You wasted no time in hearing his refutes or seeing his reaction and turned around in search for the nearest artwork that you could use for your assignment. Behind you, Jaehyun trails behind in silence, but instead of the bored expression he always spotted, there was an amused smirk on his face. Never once has he seen you so riled up before, so he was curious to see more sides of you than he’d see in his class when he wasn’t paying attention.

You turned around the corner and found a replica painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, an oil on canvas called Dance in the Country. You rolled your eyes. At this point, you could care less if the two re-enactments you had to do depicted any sorts of intimate relationship, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you opened your camera app. After asking the nearest stranger to take a picture for you, you call out to Jaehyun.

“So are you just going to stand there or what?” you sarcastically remarked. You could see a smirk forming on his lips for whatever reason it may be, but shrugged it off. He maneuvers over to where you stood in front of the grand painting.

“Out of all the paintings, you chose this one?” he asked.

You sighed. “Not now, Jung. Let’s just finish this, please?”

He nods but the smirk on his face never wipes away, ticking you off a little more. Suppressing your annoyance for the latter, you went into position in placing one of your hands on his shoulder while he cautiously wraps one arm around your waist. With both of your free hands, you two interlocked fingers, just a shy away from reproducing the painting.

The only thing that set you two apart is the gap between both of your faces, showing an awkward distance that left everyone at unease.

The stranger that held your phone looks away from the camera app. “I think you two should move in a little closer to each other. It’ll look nice.”

Clearing his throat, he nears closer to your face, closing in on you. You start feeling yourself getting hotter, feverish almost, from the close intimacy you’re experiencing from someone you barely know about.

The stranger counts down.

“One..”

You could smell his minty breath and intoxicating cologne reeling you in, putting you in a daze-like trance as you look into his eyes.

“Two..”

No longer does he have his infamous smirk on his face, but is instead replaced with one of his sweet smiles you rarely see in the halls, one that you only see whenever he is with his group of friends.

“Three!”

A different stranger walks behind Jaehyun, bumping their shoulders into Jaehyun’s figure that sends him stumbling over you. It all happened in a blur, from the sound of the click of your camera to the ‘woah’ of Jaehyun’s lips to the sudden contact of his lips against your own.

Yes, you have indeed read that correctly — you just fucking kissed Jaehyun, the last person you would last see yourself kissing.

You pushed him off of him, your face flushed with shock and embarrassment. “W-What the hell was that, Jung!?” you stammered.

He held his hands out in front of him. “I swear, y/n, it was a honest mistake!”

You roll your eyes to mask your growing embarrassment. “Yeah, okay then. Accident, my ass.”

The stranger that took your photo walks back to the two of you and smiled, handing back your phone. “Other than that person that walked into your boyfriend just now, the photo came out great!” He examines both of your expressions, Jaehyun’s ears and neck turning red like no tomorrow with you refusing to make eye contact with him, too perplexed of what just occurred now. The stranger raises an eyebrow. “Do... Do you guys want me to take another picture or anything?”

Both you and Jaehyun are quick to answer.

“No, we’re good!”

jeongvision’s milestone event!

[darkmulti]

Lose Control

Stalker!San x female reader

⚠️Warnings: violence, aquaphilia, choking, degradation, overstimulation, drowning, spitting, unprotected sex, yandere behaviour, slapping, spanking,

Please read at your own risk!

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San’s Point of View

“Don’t worry San, you look so handsome! I’m sure she’ll say yes when she see’s you all dressed up.”

His grandmother goes over to San and fixes his collar while San puts on his last ring. The freshly picked flowers lay on the table as he gathered up all the confidence in his body. He was going to ask out his long time crush Y/N. San had liked her for quite some time, but never told anyone except for his grandmother.

He could go on and on about her and his grandma was always there to listen. She always encouraged San to confess to Y/N, but each time he would back out at the last minute. Well not today. Hopefully. He was tired of watching her sleep. He wanted to sleep with her. Cuddle against her small little body. Take her into his arms, and make her feel like she was the only girl in the world.

But he couldn’t.

But maybe that could all change today.

Key word: Maybe

He hugs his grandmother and thanks her for everything. He grabs the bouquet of flowers, and lavishly walks out of the door.

He gets into his car and drives to the university to ask you out after your class. His palms were sweating on the steering wheel and his face started to warm up.

What if, what if you say no? Embarrassing scenarios play in his mind, and he almost wanted to turn the car around and bail out.

San takes a deep breath in and gives himself a pep talk,

“I am Choi San! I can do this!”

He pulls into a parking spot and gets out of the car. With the flowers in hand, he locks his car and makes his way to the entrance.

As soon as he walked in, the atmosphere changed. All eyes were on him. The sudden change of look made everyone’s jaw drop. He was minding his own business until one of the girls that used to bully him came up to him.

“Are those flowers for me?”

“Not these ones sweetheart. I can buy you a cactus so you can shove it up your ass.”

“Funny Choi San. Who are they really for?”

“For my cock. Mind your own business lady.”

San walks past her, feeling a sense of relief now that he’s told her off. She was the reason why everyone was creeped out by him, including Y/N. He had a tremendous amount of hate towards her. But it was understandable.

The nervous man had made it to her class, only to see that it was empty. He checked the working spaces nearby and his eye finally catches her working alone. His hand dusts off his shirt and he starts walking towards her.

“Uh hi, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey San!”

“I w-wanted to ask you if- if you w-would like to go out sometime? I-I brought you flowers.”

He hands the girl the freshly picked flowers and waits for her response.

“There’s no easy way to say this San. But I’m dating someone right now. I’m truly flattered and I would love to be friends, but I have a boyfriend.”

She looked at him with sincere eyes, trying her best to let him down easy.

“O-oh. I had no idea. I’m sorry. I’m actually gonna go now.”

San quickly exits the scene before bursting out into tears. He should’ve trusted his gut, because now you’re with someone else. He quickly wipes away the tears and walks back to the car.

“Where are you going, Choi San? I see the flowers are gone. Who did they go to?”

“Like I said before mind your own business.”

“What? Did she reject you? It’s okay honey. I’m here now. I like this new ‘bad boy’ attitude. It’s hot.”

San turns around and pushes the girl against the wall. Without thinking it through, he rips her shirt revealing her bra and roughly kisses her. His tongue slides into her mouth and their saliva exchanges in the hot make out. San grabs her bra and rips it down exposing her tits in front of everyone. He then pulls away, spits out the saliva and leaves the half naked girl.

Angrily San goes home and does research on Y/N again. His grandmother frantically knocks on his door continuously, hoping that he was okay.

“Grams, please leave me alone. Just for a little while, please!”

San was frustrated. He could be violent, but never towards his grandmother. To avoid putting her in danger he locks himself in his room and cry’s his broken heart out.

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Y/N’s Point of View

I was walking back to my locker hand in hand with my boyfriend. He was such a kind and generous soul, I felt so lucky to have him. Although he’s all I think about 24/7, San still was floating around at the back of my mind. He hasn’t come back to school in 3 days and I was genuinely getting concerned. Thinking that it was my fault, I question myself.

Was I too harsh?

Maybe I should’ve offered him to sit with us.

I felt guilty of course.

He was creepy, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. What if he comes after me?

I quickly slip in the embrace of my boyfriend, feeling a little scared.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have thrown the flowers away.”

“Why? Do they mean something to you Y/N?”

“No, I just feel bad.”

“Well don’t feel bad. I’m your boyfriend not him.”

I reach my locker and open it up, only to be suprised by a cute, pink note. I turn to my boyfriend and ask him,

“Did you do this?”

With a bright smile glued across my face.

“No.”

“Stop playing. That’s so cute!”

“Y/N it wasn’t me. I was with you this whole time.”

Reality hit me like a brick. He was right. He drove me to school and I had all my classes with him.

“Do you think it’s-”

“I will kill Choi San if he doesn’t back off.”

My boyfriend punches the locker door, startling me.

“Relax. He’s probably trying to get over me. Let him do what he has to do. I’ll be with you no matter what.”

I give him a reassuring smile and he pulls me in a deep, passionate kiss.

“Okay babe. I’ll see you later, I got practice.”

“See ya.”

I sigh and lean against my locker. I pick the note up and read it,

“I love you. I love you so much. You don’t know how long I’ve loved you for. I love everything about you. Your hair, face, body, personality. I love everything. If you can just give me the chance, please. I love you Y/N please. I will do anything for the love of my life. I want you to have my kids. Although we are young right now, I want you to be the mother of my kids and I want us to get married and have a life together. Without you I’m nothing. But fear not my love, I will always take care of you. I can show you the world. You can always be in my warm embrace. Please let me pleasure you. I will do anything for my one and only love. You are made for me and I am made for you. Please expect my love~ p.s I cummed on the gym shirt that you’re probably wearing right now.”

That’s why it felt so sticky. I rip the note up and throw it in the recycling. I grab my backpack and leave, trying to remain calm because he could be here.

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11:34pm

San’s Point of View

After crying for days, he finally stops and faces reality. He has to get rid of him. But how?! He puts on a new outfit and sneaks out the window. He promised himself that he won’t come back unless that man is out of her life for good.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the address to his house. He puts in the address on the ‘maps’ app and heads over to the man's house.

San knew this routine. His research showed that the man lived alone, with 3 cats. San gets out of his car, like it was another night and breaks into the lock. It was too easy. He got inside the house and went upstairs to the man's room.

There he was. Sleeping peacefully, like he totally wasn’t going to get murdered. San grabs the belt that was hanging on a hook, and makes his way over to the unaware man. He smoothly slides the belt underneath his neck and in no time, jumps on top of him and pulls on the belt, strangling him.

The man rapidly taps on San’s thighs and he loosens it. San was indeed a psychopath, but not a murder.

“Stay away from Y/N! This is your only warning, or I’ll strangle you and all your cats understand? I want you to text Y/N that you're breaking up with her. Then I want you to block her number and her social media accounts. By tomorrow morning I want you out of this city. If you dare call the police, I will make your life a living hell and I stick with my words, understand?”

The horrified man nods and immediately pulls out his phone and breaks up with her over text. He shows San and San gets off of him with a satisfied smirk.

“Thanks for cooperating. I thought that I had to kill someone.”

San causally leaves and pets one of the cats on his way out. He gets into his car and speeds to your house only a couple blocks away.

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Your Point of View

What a way to end the night. The window was half open, letting in the cold breeze in, while my body sat in hot water. I was enjoying an episode of ‘Grey's Anatomy’ until the power shut off. The T.V being the main source of light, the bathroom was now pitch black besides the street lamp outside that was making my bathroom glow, just a little bit. Thinking that the power will come back on, I wait in the tub and splash around in the water.

That was until a figure from the window lunges towards me and splashes into the water. I let out a high pitched scream and tried my best to get out of the tub, but the bigger figure held me down.

I kept squirming underneath them, trying to escape, until I felt something unordinary. It felt like a dick. I yell out again until a hard slap slants my face to the right.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CUNT!”

San finally got the girl he had desired for pinned underneath him. She couldn’t escape.

“SAN WHAT THE FUCK? LET GO OF ME!”

I splash the water and get it in his eyes. Hurriedly l push him off of me and get out of the bathtub. I was so close to my phone until he pulled me back by my hair.

I scream at him to let me go. He bends me over the bathroom counter and makes me look in the mirror.

“NO! YOU FUCKING CUNT LOOK AT YOURSELF! LOOK AT YOUR DIRTY, USED PUSSY. THIS PUSSYS SUPPOSE TO BE MINE! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU-”

He lets go of my hair and punches the wall in anger, leaving a hole. He then comes back to you and cups your face.

“Do you love me?”

He whispers.

“I-I”

The girl stutters because she was stunned by the question and the sudden personality change.

“Of course you fucking don’t!”

San growls at the girl and pushes her onto the bathroom counter. The girl however wasn’t scared. She knew it was wrong, but had a hidden desire for the man as well. Ever since he gave her those flowers, something in her changed. In a way she wanted this.

Before San could make the next move, she wraps her arm around his neck and lays her lips on his. San stood there, wide eyed, not realizing what was happening.

Adrenaline pumps inside their body’s, as their lips mold together. San grinds his tip on the girls wet opening, making her moan. He picks her up and places her on the floor. Her legs get placed on his shoulders putting her in perfect position.

San smashes his lips on hers one more time, practically swallowing her tongue and slowly thrusted in.

“ooh fuck, baby you’re so big!”

The girl under him moans and arches her back at the sudden stretch. His large, firm dick, wasn’t fully inside of her, but she could already cry from it.

“You like that babygirl? This is your first time fucking a real man. Fuck! You have such a sweet, tight cunt ready to be destroyed by me. By your daddy.”

San pushes in his entire dick making her scream. He then pulls it and slams right back in; making the vulnerable girl cry out of pleasure. San pushes her head down and starts pounding himself into her. Releasing all the stress, pain and heartbreak she had caused all these past few years.

His hand wraps around her throat and he starts going even harder into her. One hand on her throat while the other pushed down on her stomach so he could feel his own cock thrusting into her.

“AHHHHHH! DADDY PLEASE HOLY SHIT MY PUSSSY! OW FUCK DADDY!”

The girl becomes a sensitive mess under the man. He already had such a great control of her already, she would do anything to please him.

“Fuck darling. You’re making me Lose Control”

San cock grew angrier and he started thrusting into her furiously. Her tiny hand holds his muscular arm and lets him do whatever, because she feels on top of the world.

“AHHH, FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Her buttcheeks clench and her walls tremble around his cock. Her cum rushes out covering San’s cock.

“Who told you that you can cum?”

“No one daddy.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, such a bad little girl you are.”

He picks her sensitive state up and places her on all fours, giving her the bathtub ledge to hold onto.

“OWIE!”

Y/N pouts as she feels a burning sensation on her buttcheek. He spreads her ass cheeks out so he can observe the stretched out pussy. He spits on it and slowly thrusted his cock again.

He grabs her hair away from her face and pulls her head back. The sounds of wet, skin slapping was a turn on for both. It made San roll his eyes, knowing that it was his balls slapping against her pussy. Wanting it to be louder he pushes her head down into the water and makes it clap louder and louder.

The girl screams under the water and the air bubbles come up, amusing San. He pulls her hair back and she comes up trying to catch her breath. Her hair splashes water on his face, collarbone and abs, making it a delicious sight to see.

“Hold your breath babygirl.”

She takes a deep breath in before San pushes her head down and fucks the life out of her. She taps on the tub not being able to hold her breath anymore and San yanks her out. He lets her lean back on his body, and turns her face towards him and gives her another nasty kiss.

“Let’s go in the water.”

His arms wrap around the panting mess, and he sits down in the tube. Her head lays on his chest until he said,

“Ride me princess.”

She weakly pushes herself up and holds the sides of the bathtub. San hands come to her hips to guide her. The girl's hips started grinding on his hard cock, and before she knew it she was bouncing on his cock.

San enjoyed the sight of your tits bouncing. He pulls your body closer and marks your breast so the sight can be even better. Dark purple hickeys were scattered all over your chest, and you grab onto his shoulder and start moaning in his ear.

“Daddy! You make me feel so good. Fuck, daddy! Your cock is so big, it’s making me feel so good!”

You cuddle your face into his neck, while the water kept splashing out of the tub. Being turned on by your words, San grabs your hips and rams up into you, creating waves in the water. Your pussy twitches at the overstimulation, causing tears to form in your eyes.

He gives you one more aggressive thrust before both of you release is the bath water.

“OHH FUCK DADDY! OH IT FEELS SO GOOD!”

I throw my head back as San starts playing with my clitoris. With his fingers still massaging the sensitive bud, he takes me out of the bath and places me on the floor for one more round.

San didn’t hesitate to take me again. His fingers wrap around my neck and press down. He started thrusting into me again because if he waited any longer his cock would’ve exploded. His hand rubs my clit up and down while he pounds into my swollen pussy. He then stops and hovers over your face and licks it.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM. SAN I'M GONNA CUM PLEASE DON’T STOP PLEASE!”

I beg him, almost over the edge.

“IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO STOP TELL ME YOU’RE MINE!”

“AHHHH FUCK IM YOURS IM YOUR I BELONG TO YOU. FUCKKK FUCKK PLEASE BABY!”

I become a sobbing mess as my orgasm reaches, pushing me over the edge. I felt a warm wave go from my clitoris up to my chest, making me shake uncontrollably. I whimper under San, with my wet hair sticking to my face and the floor. All of a sudden my cum splatters all over his long cock, making me moan louder. My legs wrap around his tiny waist and I try to recover from the best orgasm of my life.

“OH FUCK BABY THAT WAS SO HOT. LOOK AT YOU SHAKING UNDER ME.”

San thrust his angry tip into me one more time, directly hitting your gspot. He cums in me and I cum around him one more time.

San immediately picks my sobbing figure up and rocks me back and forth trying to calm me down.

“Shh, darling you’re okay. You’re okay.”

He kisses my wet forehead and takes me back to my bed.

He cleans me up and puts me in a fresh pair of pyjamas. He takes some of my now ex boyfriends clothes and wears them.

He cuddles next to me in bed and pulls my body close to his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too San.”

“Wait really?”

Sans eyes sparkles and he looks like an excited puppy.

“Yes really.”

I giggle at his cuteness

“Well I love you more.”

He squeezes my body and lays gentle kisses on my neck and making me fall asleep.

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Point of views were messy, but i was just trying to figure out which one i liked the most.  this was a request 

Edited🔐

Xoxo, N❣️

[tatertotthethot]

The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

copyright © 2018 all rights reserved

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Can I get uhhh fresh professor membrane x femme reader who's head of biochemistry at ML, they're working on a project together but one of them accidentally bump into an abandoned fertility drug project, shattering the vials and getting it on their skin. Basically a sex pollen situation. Where there was already sexual tension between them but now it's like, hardcore overdrive and they end up just...fucking for hours before it wears off. Sorry I'm very tired and not good w words

so uhhhh, it’s been a year. (sorry about that) But hey lets start off my comeback with a bang

@gildedmaggot hope i did this ask justice 

Director of Biochemistry. That’s what your job title said. Dr. L/N that’s what your degree said. Yet, as you look out over the greenhouse where your lab technicians were currently weaving and bobbing between different species of plant, you couldn't help but feel like Gaia herself. Each of the plants here you had painstaking grown, tending and nurturing with your team. The building before you was full of hundreds of hours of man time, and no amount of insurance could ever mend how heartbroken you would be if something ever happened to it.

You knew the people and plants here like the inside of your eyelids, and yet a stranger was in your kingdom’s midst. A line of jagged- lighting like- hair stuck out among the tall leaves. Ah that was right- your boss would be working with you today. The Professor did not often come to visit as he was more than content with the work you team put out. However, it seemed that one of his projects could use your expertise. And so, information was exchanged, a meeting set and here you were.

Looking at the clock you sighed. It was going to be a long day and probably night. Your lab and greenhouse usually closed late afternoon so your workers could have dinner with their families, and you could catch some sleezy TV with your pets. However, there was no time either you or the Professor could spend during the day to meet, so you would both be staying after-hours. You felt for the man, you really did. You knew he had a family he took care of by himself. “I suppose those are the sacrifices you make to better the world” you thought as the man in question made his way towards you.

“Dr. L/N! How wonderful to see you again!” the Professor greeted you with cheer.

“Same here, how does it feel to be able to breath in a lab?” You jeered. The regular labs were well regulated, but they always smelled of chemicals and usually something burnt. That was why you insisted on any meetings with the Professor be in your lab. Your lab was fragrant with the scent of earth and flowers, you liked to think it calmed you boss. Maybe gave him a welcome change of pace.

“The labs may smell, but they smell of PROGRESS!” Professor Membrane laughed. The scene was almost movie like. His encouragement was truly unwavering wasn’t it?

“Shall we get started?” you stretched your arm out in the direction of the lab. “Maybe if we start now we can get a good 10 minuets of sleep tonight!” you joked. Professor Membrane gave an amused snort and long sigh. Just as you were about to open the door one of your team called your name.

“Dr. L/N before you go!” A young intern ran up “what do you want me to do with those extractions that we decided not to use for the fertility drug?”

“Go ahead and just set them in the lab, I’ll take care of them tomorrow” you turned as the intern walked off to see the professor patting his jacket.

“Oh, I’m sorry F/N, I forgot my phone in my office, I’ll be right back”

You watched as Membrane made his way towards the exit, then decided to get started on your work. The intern dropped off the extraction samples and you handed him your keys to lock the cabinets in the green house before leaving.

The professor returned and your long vigil began.

*Several hours later*

The night was beginning to ware on you as you and Membrane tried variation after variation on different formulas. This was the last piece of the puzzle you just knew it. After another failed attempt, the Professor stood up and popped his back.

“I think a well-deserved break is in order, perhaps after a few minutes of recharging we will get it.” He was right. He also looked worn. You found this point happened often when you stayed late together. His shoulders began to slump, and his hands began to fidget. He became…softer. Like he was releasing the control that he always held over everything and was just letting himself exist. Membrane walked over to your desk and looked around at the various decorations you had.

“It’s alright” you began walking over with a broom and cloth. “These were just here for me to get rid of in the morning” You stooped down to brush the pile together when a spicy, almost savory aroma filled your senses. It was unlike anything you could describe, but it was pleasant in the most wonderful way. From where you were bent down you began to sweat. You made a move to stand but your knees gave way as you grabbed onto the desk for balance.

You pulled out your phone to check on your pets through the security app. You were watching them peacefully sleep- something you wished you could be doing yourself- when the sound of glass shattering broke you out of your revere. Membrane was holding a stack of folders. The box of extracts- that had been previously lying of the stack of folders- was lying of the ground. Its contents were leaking out over the floor.

“F/N I am so sorry, I thought I could remove the stack.” Membrane began to taper off and began to stare at the floor. As if he was looking at a pile of literal broken dreams.

“F/N!” Membrane leaned down to help you up, grabbing onto your arms. His touch was fire on your skin, and yet you wished he’d never let go.  You looked up at his face, when did he take off his googles? When did he start smelling so good? The usual smell of burnt chemicals and sweat turned into a musk. Rough and sharp. You stared deep into his eyes and leaned your head closed to smell.

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT 

Membrane had noticed something was wrong, how could he not? You were staring into his soul and smelling him. He leaned down to get a better grip on your arms to hoist you up, getting a whiff of the pile on the ground. His breathing began to quicken, and he noticed just how close you were. Everything around the two of you seemed to be enhanced. The sharp lights of the lab. The defined tone of Membranes shoulders under the coat. The aroma of flowers all seemed to turn savory and flavorful. The way your bottom lip quivered as you panted.

“F/N, I…. are you…?” Membrane was at a lose as he seemed to size you up right then and there. You moved your hands to hold his neck and feel the stubble of his undercut. He took in a sharp breath and let out a muttered “please”. As if he was holding the very weight of the world back from crushing you.

You made a move to stand up using his shoulders as leverage, but your legs still didn’t work. You fell with you back on the desk, pulling Membrane on top of you. Your skin was on fire, he was encompassing you and all you wanted to do was bury yourself in him. Membrane it seemed had the same instinct as he began devouring you in a kiss. An arm on either side of you face as you felt him press his weight into you. The more you had the of him, the needier you became. You grew wetter by the second as he pressed his clothed erection into you. Forcibly grinding you into the top of the desk

Suddenly with the force of thunder he stood up and practically ripped his jacket off. Shrugging it off while you weakly managed to do the same. Your core pulsated with need, as he stripped. You managed to get topless but your legs would not cooperate with you. Membrane remedied the situation, taking your bottoms and underwear in one fell swoop.

He buried his head into your thighs, breathing deeply. As if you were the oxygen he needed to breath on a foreign planet. His cold metal hands came up to part your legs, and he sunk his head further into your pussy. He wasted no time in thrusting his tongue into your folds. You let out a gasp and then a moan as he began to consume your very core. Obscene wet noises filled the air as he alternated between licking stripes up your core and taking your clit and folds into his mouth and sucking. You grabbed onto the desk as you reached your climax. Moaning out his name. He drank you up and then reemerged, looking ravenous and wild. The climax did nothing to easy the heat inside you. And the need in your center came back tenfold.

“Over, Now” Membrane commanded with a voice that left no choice for disobedience.  You did your best to comply, now situated on your stomach. You felt his hands hold onto your hips. A punishing grip that would leave bruising in its wake pulled you back onto his cock. As the head made it past the first ring of muscle you heard him moan and hiss. He slowly sheathed himself inside you. And as he set fully inside you, there was a moment of clarity. The haze lifted for a moment, and the lab returned. Then as he slowly pulled out, the fog returned. There was no desk, no lab, no job, no world. Only you and Membrane. He thrust into you quickly and you just about screamed in relief. He set a punishing pace. Pistoning his cock inside your warm walls. Causing moans and grunts to join the noises of wet slapping filling the air.

He used his leverage to push deep inside you, redecorating your insides. You were close and he began to falter and lose pace. You felt the string inside you snap for a second time as he painted you white. The clarity returned for a moment and you looked back to see him panting and looking down where you two were connected. As your eye met you felt him hardening again.

It was going to be one long and pleasant night.

[moldisgoodforyou]

stuck with me

gif from @toesure​

warning: mentions of physical/emotional abuse from jj’s dad, drinking, cursing

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He knew it was stupid. He knew it was stupid, but he did it anyways. When Charlie dragged JJ to the graduation fair to get fitted for his cap and gown and the standard 10-pack of graduation announcements, he had scribbled out his dad’s address on one of the announcements and shoved it in the mail. It took him about a week to work up the courage to even place the envelope in the mailbox, but he figured it was worth a shot. 

He forgot about it until a couple weeks later, when he saw an all-too-familiar number pop up on his caller ID as he walked home from class. He wasn’t in the mood already, after probably failing a test he had just worked his ass off to study for. JJ let it ring for one beat, two beats - then took a deep breath and answered. “Hello?” 

His dad’s gruff voice rang out on the other end of the line. “Are you asking for money?” 

JJ sighed, bracing himself as he kept walking, opting to take the long route. “No, no, Dad, just wanted to tell you I was graduating.” 

All he heard was a scoff. “Well good luck with your debt, just paying more money to the big man.” 

JJ ran his hand through his hair, getting frustrated. “No, I’ve been on scholarship. I don’t owe anyone anything.” 

“You’ve been wasting time for four fucking years is what you’re doing, while you could have been getting a real job and working hard to repay me for raising you.” Luke shot back, raising his voice. “Do you know how much money I wasted on you?” 

JJ grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. “Forget it, Dad, just wanted to tell you I’m gonna graduate. All on my own.” 

“That girl still wasting her time on you too? She’ll leave you too, just like your mom, once she knows how good-for-nothing you are.” 

“Don’t talk about Charlie.” JJ bit out, ready to snap. 

Luke laughed and the sound alone made JJ’s skin crawl. “Call me when you want to pay me back.” 

JJ barely kept his composure at the dial tone. There was nothing he wanted to do more than scream, but he bit the inside of his cheek hard instead, picking up the pace as he walked off-campus. He didn’t realize he bit hard enough to draw blood until he grimaced at the metallic taste filling his mouth. His heart was racing, fists curled, as he stormed further and further away from campus in an effort to calm himself down. He spotted a dingy bar in the distance, half the lights in the neon sign missing, and nodded to himself. “Just one drink,” he told himself, speaking out loud. The bar was known as a seedy, run-down place that only locals went to - it was far enough away from campus that no students would step foot in there. 

Before entering, he turned off his location on the Find My Friends app and powered off his phone, stashing it in his backpack. He ordered an old fashioned and sat at the end of the bar, tracing his finger over the scratches in the wood counter. 

Three hours later, Charlie had called JJ four times, worried. They had plans to go out for dinner, at a place that finally took their reservation after a month, and he knew she had been looking forward to it. She texted a few of his friends to check in, but they all replied that they had no clue where he was. 

Four hours later, JJ was sufficiently drunk and the bartender, a woman old enough to be his mom, had closed out his tab and was serving him way-watered down vodka sodas. “You got someone to drive you, sugar?” She asked, concerned about the kid before her that was drunk at 4pm on a Tuesday. He frowned, nodding, but just rested his head down on the counter. “Should I call someone?” 

JJ lifted his head slightly to speak. “I’ve got a girlfriend. Should prob’ly call her.” She nodded, pushing him a glass of water. “You do that.” JJ groaned and fished out his phone from the bottom of his backpack, powering it back on. He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he saw the six missed calls and multiple texts, and called Charlie. 

“JJ? Where are you, what’s going on?” She asked immediately. 

He broke upon hearing her, his voice faltering and words slurred. “I need you, baby.” 

“Where are you?” She repeated, already grabbing her keys. “Never mind, I’ll find your location. Stay on the phone with me, J?” 

“I’m sorry.” He paused. “I’m sorry, I just - I was upset.” 

“It’s okay, hon, I’m coming.” 

She stayed on the phone with him until she got to the bar, pulling her jacket a little tighter around herself as she entered. She spotted JJ right away and he met her eyes, offering a sad smile. Charlie walked over and sat next to him, holding his hand. “You alright, J?” He looked down at his empty glass and swirled his finger around the rim. “Nah. Not doin’ so hot.” 

She caught the attention of the bartender and flagged her down for the check. The woman came over, passing her the receipt (which had about three drinks missing on it). “Is this your girl?” She asked JJ, sending him a wink. He nodded, offering a half-smile and squeezing Charlie’s hand. “Yeah, lucky me, right? She’s out of my league.” Charlie rolled her eyes and pulled out cash, slipping it to the bartender. JJ noticed right away and frowned, grabbing her wrist. “Charlie, don’t, I got it.” 

She shook her head. “I got it. Let’s just go back to mine, okay?” He paused, processing. “You don’t want me to pay you back?” She shook her head again, standing. “Of course not.” She looped his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, giving him support as they walked out of the bar. Once they were in the car, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, soft and sweet. “Is my place okay?” 

“Are your roommates home?” He asked, frowning. “No, they went to dinner.” She replied, starting the car. JJ’s face dropped as he realized why she was in a dress. “Oh, fuck, that was tonight, wasn’t it? That’s why you’re all dressed up?” Charlie faltered for a moment. “I - um, yeah, but it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.” JJ set his jaw and ran his fingers through his hair, exhaling. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Charlie. God. He was right.” 

Charlie frowned, her grip tightening on the wheel. “He?” JJ was silent, turning to look out the window. “JJ, who are you talking about?” JJ shook his head. “Don’t wanna talk about it.” She sighed quietly, her worries confirmed. “Okay. That’s alright. Um, are you hungry? Should I make us something when we’re home?” He shrugged. “Not really.” She bit her lip, not knowing how to talk with him. “Right.” 

The rest of the drive was quiet until she pulled into the driveway and glanced over at him. He hadn’t taken his head off the window and his eyes were shut, his chest steadily rising and falling. “J?” She asked quietly. He stirred, opening his eyes. “Oh. We’re home?” She frowned and got out to help him out of the car. He stumbled when he stood, but cooperated with Charlie. “I’m sorry ‘bout dinner, baby.” He offered, leaning on her as they went inside and up the stairs. “It’s okay, J, it’s not important.” 

He frowned. “No, it is important, it’s important to you and I fucked it up.” Charlie shook her head, insistent, and sat him on her bed. She moved to go to her closet, but he grasped her wrist gently, pulling her back. “Can you just sit with me?” She nodded and sat, looking him over with concern. “If you want to talk about it…” she offered tentatively. 

“Not really.” He replied, leaning into her side. She turned and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. He took a big exhale, resting his head on her chest. Charlie stroked his hair softly. “I got you, hon.” She whispered. She heard a soft sniffle and frowned, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “J?” He barely shook his head, his breathing becoming unsteady as he cried harder. She held him tighter, frowning. “It’s okay. It’s okay, J,” she murmured soothingly. 

He lifted his head after a little bit, cheeks wet and shining from his tears. Charlie swore her heart broke. She kissed him, gentle, and he responded, hard and needy. She rested her hand on his cheek and wiped away some fresh tears with her thumb. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, meeting her lips in another kiss. “Don’t be sorry. Was it your dad?” She asked outright. 

JJ’s face crumpled and he looked down, not meeting her gaze. “I sent him a graduation announcement. It was stupid. I brought it on myself. He thought I was asking for money.” 

Charlie stayed quiet, knowing he would open up on his own terms. 

He swallowed before continuing. “He just - he said I was just wasting my time at college, and that you’re gonna leave me. When you realize how fucking worthless I am.” 

Charlie shook her head quickly, kissing him to cut him off. “That’s not true, J, you know that. I know that.” 

He shrugged. “I dunno.” 

She frowned, putting her hands on either side of his face and forcing him to look at her. “Listen to me. I don’t know anyone that’s worked harder through college that deserves this more. You should be so fucking proud that you’re graduating. You’re incredible, JJ, I love you more than you could ever imagine.” She kissed him soundly to make her point. “You’re mine, hon.” 

He pressed his forehead to hers, listening for a moment, then threw his arms around her, hugging her fiercely. She snaked his arms around his waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. He held her tight, like she was his last connection anchoring him to peace. “I’ll make dinner up to you.” She laughed softly. “That’s the last thing I care about, J.” 

He pulled back from the hug, only to lean in and kiss her again. “I’ll make you proud. I swear I will.” 

She nudged her nose with his. “You already do, J. Every single day.” He offered a small smile. “Yeah?” She smiled back, kissing him softly. “Yeah. You’re stuck with me, J, don’t forget it.” His smile grew bigger and he kissed her cheek. “Wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else.” 

[inspector-montoya-fox]

here’s why Thieves in Time is a bad game

before y’all try it, i just want to say that i’ll be as unapologetically petty and sarcastic as i want and fucking rip this game to shreds. yes, this is how i’ve spent my days since Thieves in Time came out. sitting alone in my room, staring at the wall, crying and complaining. because it has since been my life’s aim and dream to think about it every day, state the negative things about it, and become an evil essay witch on this half-dead website. *evil laugh*

Story:

References: i want to start with the smallest problem, but one that annoys me to this day. in the original trilogy, there weren’t a lot of references but the ones that were included were meticulously researched and well thought-out (i’m specifically referring to that Neil Diamond Carmelita vinyl gag, but can’t find the original post). the references in Thieves in Time however, were obviously just the creators’ interests. Turning Japanese, Clan of the Cave Bear and Bentley’s “hacksona” presented as Rambo just scream 1980s (which i’m assuming is the decade the creators grew up in), and Of Mice and Men is classic literature about the Great Depression, which subsequently started being taught in school in the US during the 1980s. it feels like the creators just went ‘let’s discuss what our lives had in common during our teen years and put that in’ instead of researching it first. and, here’s the thing: when you’re adding references, in order to make them funny or interesting, they have to fit in with the property or the character that’s connected to them in some way. Don Octavio was an opera aficionado so his episode’s title card pays homage to the Phantom of the Opera, young Muggshot was influenced by the movie “The Dogfather” because he’s a gangster, etc. these were funny because they were so spot-on with these characters. if every character in the Sly Cooper universe references the same type of stuff (from the 1980s) and shares the same interests, it’s just claustrophobic and uninteresting. i’m pretty sure i’m not the only one who had to look up these ultra-hetero, scrotum references when the game came out. that’s because they were specifically tailored to be funny to them, and not their target demographic which were kids in 2013.

Narrative: now that we got that out of the way, let’s look at the narrative. at the end of Sly 3, Bentley says he’s building a time machine. Sanzaru took that joke and decided to run with it as the premise for their game. ok, not the best idea, but i get it - you’re literally picking up where the last game left off. since all the storylines were wrapped up, they could’ve done something different like Sly’s kids or Bentley and Murray’s families, but this isn’t an essay about suggestions so...... time travel (i want to say that it’s, again, an 80s reference but whatever) was pretty ‘out there’ in 2013. i mean, even Plants vs Zombies 2, which was released that year, had to do with time travel (yes, i’m referencing an app). but Sanzaru had the advantage of applying this premise onto already established mythos and lore. the story had definite potential: someone is threatening Sly’s lineage so he has to travel back in time to save the day. the player would get to explore new locations and iconic eras in history, and, of course, the main selling point: playable ancestors. how could you screw that up? welp.... let’s think about the plot holes here for a sec. Bentley’s device would take the gang back in time when given an item from the specific era. stop. this right here is called ‘over-complicating’. how did they know the items would take them directly to the point where the specific ancestor was in danger? the Feudal Japan period lasted for 700 years: how did the machine know when and where to drop them off? and if the gang could return to the present at any time, why didn’t they do so when they were in trouble? oh right, the machine was broken. so how did they return the baddies to the present after they defeated them? i mean, why did they use the Grizz’s crown to travel to Medieval England if they went back to the present to drop him off to Interpol first? and on that note, how did they drop the baddies off to jail without getting caught and without Carmelita being around? i can already hear you thinking but these are total details that aren’t important, you jerk! well, yea, they truly are details and i truly am overthinking it. and yes, i truly am a jerk. but let me tell you something: when Sanzaru chose to make a new Sly game, did they not think ‘oh we’ll have to follow up Sly 2 and Sly 3′s stories’ which were well thought-out narratives with depth and various themes and didn’t have huge plot holes (as seen by my analysis through the episode project) ???? and did they also not think that their game would come out eight years after the last one, having expectations at an all-time high???? yea, that’s what i thought.

Characters: i’ll make a different section for Sucker Punch’s characters, so this is for Sanzaru’s original ones. name one iconic original character from Thieves in Time. i’ll wait... nope. not one. that’s because all of them were absolute shit. and here’s where i want to touch upon Sanzaru’s over-reliance on the trilogy. Ms Decibel (perhaps the most obvious copy) is a mix between Don Octavio, Miz Ruby, and the Contessa. El Jefe is Rajan if he went to the gym. Toothpick has Sir Raleigh’s temper and tendency to grow in size. and the Grizz is... whatever the fuck he is. (don’t worry i didn’t forget Le Paradox and Bob). there’s a difference between studying & creating similar characters and blatantly plagiarizing older characters because you lack the creativity. oh, boo-hoo this evil jerk’s telling it how it is. this set of villains is so lacklustre, i don’t even know where to begin. El Jefe is a tiger, even though we’ve already had two major tiger villains and one tiger flashlight guard. ok. Rajan could summon lightning because of the Clockwerk heart but El Jefe can do the same, how exactly? Toothpick is an armadillo (good) from Russia (better) with an obsession with the West (excellent) who can also grow huge (very bad). it’s never explained how or why. why?????? just tell me why. i want to know. i really want to know. Ms Decibel is an elephant who got into a tragic accident which left her with the power of hypnosis. music and hypnosis have already been done, but ok, i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. so how do we use this character? spend the entirety of her screen time making jokes about... wait for it... her weight !!! this is top-notch comedy... really? like... really? the creators’ humor is a crime, at best. fart jokes and fat jokes all around. oh, and then there’s the Grizz. what the fuck where they thinking? just, what the fuck. i guess the guys at Sanzaru thought black people speak in rap? is that it? apart from it being extremely offensive, it’s also a blatant copy of Dimitri’s backstory. like, his introductory cutscene even has his paintings thrown at him and into the trash, like the intro cutscene for The Black Chateau. honestly, all of these villains caused me several types of pain, but not as much as...

Bob & Le Paradox: the absolute worst. i can just imagine the meeting going something like this: Sly’s ancestors are awesome! i wish we could fit them all in the game... here’s an amazing idea! what if we use one of the game’s few levels to introduce a brand new ancestor! yea! let’s make him dumb as fuck, strip him of any athletic prowess, and retcon the entire lineage by having him be the first Cooper ever! the kids will love a prehistoric level! ..... could you kindly point out where and when did ANYONE ask for this? i remember @ironicsnap​ saying something like the game is good until Bob. no, it was already bad - Bob just lowered the standard. like, a lot. people love Murray and his gameplay is neat, but no one ever thought ‘oh i wish we had a Cooper character with Murray’s game style’. why would they waste the opportunity to bring in Henriette, Thaddeus, Otto, literally any ancestor? why??? but they went ahead and created their own Cooper, and that wasn’t even the end of it. they had to make him dumb. they had to make him unbearable. they had to ruin the Cooper ancestry by adding this mess to the lineage. Sucker Punch made sure that all the ancestors were unique, but at the same time made all of them suave and funny and slick and you wish you could be them! well, fuck that. also, his name is Bob. Bob Cooper. it’s been 7 fucking years and i still can’t wrap my head around it.... so now, let’s talk about Le Paradox. i don’t have to mention the previous main villains, but i will. Clockwerk killed Sly’s ancestors and father, and was seemingly an eternal threat. Neyla was a psychopath who fooled everyone on her journey to becoming immortal by resurrecting Clockwerk. Dr M opened up the possibility for Sly’s dad to be a jerk instead of a hero, and died trying to unlock the Coopers’ legacy. how does Le Paradox compare? well, he’s a sleazebag skunk who was mad because of his dad’s downfall to the Coopers. that’s it. no twist, no depth, no clever dialogue. nothing. there’s nothing there. this is a new character, unfamiliar to everyone, who was hyped up for 5 levels and defeated in the conclusion. why was he a match for Sly? i don’t know. how did he fight for his life and ultimately tricked Sly into helping him? i don’t know. how the hell did he kidnap Carmelita? i don’t know. was it the power of persuasion? no, he’s revolting. so i literally don’t know. there’s no backstory, no fleshing-out the character, nothing. all we’re given to work with is a brief info-dump about his dad and how he escaped prison. i don’t know what else to say apart from how big a humiliation this was for Sanzaru and their team of writers. you had 8 years to work on something and this is what you came up with? anything would be better. anything would best this utter cliché of a villain, a distasteful misogynist, crybaby, idiot with an accent. literally anything.

Arcs & Themes: let’s take a look at the formulaic subplots for the gang’s members. apart from dealing with Le Paradox, everyone had a small arc. Sly had to deal with his break-up with Carmelita. Bentley had to deal with his break-up with Penelope. Murray had to deal with playing second fiddle to Bob. Carmelita was a damsel in distress and sex bait for the ancestors. the ancestors had their own mini storylines along with reacting to Sly’s presence. there you have it. i summarised it all for you, nice and neatly. are there any themes like in the previous games? nope. i promise you i’m not lying when i say that i tried hard to come up with something, even some speck of a detail i could use to over-analyse the story and come up with some ideas on themes. nothing. there are no themes. the subplots are character-driven and the player gives it 0 emotional investment. there is nothing to analyse, nothing to talk about. maybe even a theme for each level, like a spooky level or something? nope. the levels are dependent on eras and historical periods. the variation here is ok. Feudal Japan, Wild West, Prehistoric Australia, Medieval England and Ancient Arabia  - pretty good selection. i’ll give them credit for it. but that’s it. due to the absence of themes, the hubs feel empty. there’s no replayability factor. after you collect the bottles and masks and treasures, there’s nothing. i would spend hours revisiting the trilogy’s hubs, just roaming around. the hubs here are huge and empty. there’s nothing to reminisce about. nothing to recall. oh that’s where this mission went down. no, nothing like that. the aforementioned subplots are resolved during mission cutscenes and then they’re gone. you don’t have to explore spooky Prague alone as Bentley to have him overcome his fears, you don’t have to find out miners abducted Murray’s beloved Guru and search the Australian outback for him, you don’t have to hold back your tears when you’ve reached the end of the Cooper Vault and Sly asks his dad for help. nothing.

Gameplay:

Controls: as soon as i laid my hands on the controller the first time i played the game, that fateful afternoon, i knew something was up. Sly would respond 1 second late after you pushed something on the controller. it felt clunky, is what i’m trying to say or, as my sister put it, it felt heavy. and she was right. the controls were clunky and heavy and didn’t feel light, like playing as a thief should feel. i don’t know shit about game mechanics but this definitely didn’t feel right. the hubs are also chunky in design, the cliffs are huge and so cyclical or hexagonal, that when you parachute your way to them and are just an inch close, Sly will automatically just drop because he can’t grab onto them. running as Sly doesn’t feel fast, silently obliterating guards from behind feels slow, and swinging, grabbing, pickpocketting, and hanging aren’t fun anymore. presentation-wise, @designraccoon​ goes into detail here, in an absolute gem of a post. in short, the gameplay animations make Sly look less sneaky. Sanzaru didn’t even consider a thief’s movements.

Missions: why the fuck would you remove the player’s option to choose between which mission to do first? why would you do that? the game lays out what goes first, sometimes having only one mission available in the hub. and the missions aren’t even enjoyable. firstly, the loading screens take up to 5 minutes, maybe even 7-8. secondly, there’s hacking every 2 missions. the missions don’t have any dialogue to make them fun, lack in interesting puzzles, what more can i say? they’re overly easy and lack any challenge whatsoever. at least there’s variation in gameplay (hacking, RC car, fishing, costumes, ancestors, turret etc.) but because of the controls, even these get tiresome. the missions are solely there to progress the story and that’s why the operations are merely ‘storm the main baddie’. the trilogy had some pretty interesting missions which made sure to complete jobs required to take down the big bad. e.g. kidnap General Clawfoot to take down the security, hack Contessa’s computer to make sure Carmelita will be freed, steal voices to tempt Neyla, and then take down the Contessa. the missions in Thieves in Time lack substance and variety. and the hacking (all three styles) sucks.

Collectibles: here’s another fantastic idea: have players collect costumes in order to collect bottles in order to collect treasures in order to collect masks in order to unlock funky Sanzaru logo-themed merch! what was the reason for the collectibles? in previous games, collecting all bottles would unlock special abilities. that was it. it’s the same thing here too, but there’s less incentive? i mean when you have to collect 1000 things, what’s the point? the treasures are random and very few are references to the trilogy, so whatever. and the masks unlock... superhero costumes for what reason exactly? oh, and then there’s also the achievements for your Playstation account, like ‘open the map in every single location you visit’. what fun! if the reason for collecting the treasures is to play godawful hacking minigames in order to get masks, what’s the point? decorate your paraglider with the Sanzaru logo? or have Bentley dress up as discount Robocop? i mean including masks in the interior locations was cool, but the bottles were always supposed to be something you could do whenever your soul desired. sometimes i left them last before the operation, sometimes i collected them before the first mission. so i was pissed when i found out that, in some cases, you had to unlock the episode’s costume in order to get the all the bottles. so, fuck off.

Animation: i’ll keep this short. the animation was terrible. do you remember that tumblr blog from a while back, where she dedicated the posts to pointing out the mistakes in the animated cutscenes? yeah. point is, there were lots of them. the animation style was bad, the character design was ugly, the characters’ movements were unnatural. everything about it was shit. looking past the bad decision to drop the trilogy’s comicbook-style animated cutscenes, couldn’t they have hired someone better? someone with more experience? their concept art was awesome. couldn’t they hire that guy and have it be comicbook style if he wasn’t trained in animation?

Legacy:

The Players: let me ask a genuine question: who was this game made for? kids growing up in 2013? maybe so. because it feels like Sanzaru didn’t even consider the fans of the trilogy. actually, it felt like a huge fuck you. Sucker Punch made their trilogy for whoever. there were great stuff for kids, but adults would pick up and appreciate the references, the real-life setting (e.g. tobacco use, existence of nightclubs, spice instead of drugs, etc.). that’s why all three games are timeless classics. judging by Thieves in Time’s humor, the game wasn’t targeted for adults. so, it doesn’t make sense to use an already established property, beloved by its fans, to attract a new audience consisting of nine year-olds who’d laugh at Murray dressing up as a woman. if they really wanted to appeal to the fans of the original, why retcon everything? why change who the first Cooper was? when the gang’s stranded in Saudi Arabia, why have Sly say ‘i couldn't remember a time since we've teamed up that we felt so defeated’? the gang’s been in way deeper shit before. why the ‘Sly’s dad vs Le Paradox’s dad’ deus ex machina? Sly’s dad wasn’t famous because of stealing the world’s largest diamond, what the fuck are you even talking about? do the guys at Sanzaru have such big egos and bravado that they needed to change the original games’ lore? were they so preoccupied with leaving their signature on a property which was never their own? i don’t know who needs to read this, but i’m stating FACTS.

Characters: now let’s talk about Sanzaru’s treatment of the Cooper gang and the ancestors (female characters will get their own section). why would you change the characters like that? if it wasn’t for the voice acting, i’d say this is a completely different Cooper gang. there’s no wise-cracking band of best friends, going on heists and being proud of their brotherhood and bond. all that is replaced with the formulaic story arcs for each member. the trilogy’s cutscenes and dialogues made sure to establish how Sly, Bentley and Murray have lived together since they met at the orphanage, play videogames all day and order chinese food and pizza and whatever. through missions and their adventures, they face obstacles they have to overcome as a gang, and when Sly 3 came around, their friendship was put to the ultimate test when they almost disbanded. Thieves in Time was too lazy to add to this. Sanzaru thought ‘oh the trilogy showed how they’re best friends so we might as well have them focus on their own stories separately’ and if this is truly the case then i ask again: who was this game made for? because new fans would never know how tight the gang was just by playing Thieves in Time. there’s a lack of genuine friendship moments. like, what happened when Sly came back after faking his amnesia? that’s completely ignored. where’s the witty banter? the ‘wizard & sitting duck’ type of jokes? nothing of the sort. what we get is fart jokes and Murray wanting to dress up as a woman. on that note, what was that all about? ok, have him dress up as a geisha to get in. fine. have El Jefe slap his ass, have him perform in a painfully lengthy dance sequence, have him dress like that during the rest of the episode, and then have him be persistent about getting the belly-dancing gig? the hell? Murray was always kinda goofy but this just feels kinda homophobic? it feels dragged out and unfunny. and then there’s the ancestors. i said it once before and i’ll say it again, Sanzaru deprived me of a buff Arab daddy Salim Al Kupar and gave us that elderly shit instead. all jokes aside, the redesigns were uninteresting. why take away Tennessee Kid’s facial hair and give it to Galleth? i legitimately think all the ancestors were boring. i mean, their gameplay was cool, especially Tennessee Kid’s guns, but in terms of character, they were just some dudes. did they believe that Sly was their descendant from the future? maybe. did they care? nope. they all had the same storyline of dealing with Sly’s arrival, flirting with Carmelita and getting their canes stolen. that was it. the fans waited for so long to get even a glimpse of the ancestors in action, and Sanzaru downplayed all of them. they reduced them to useless idiots too occupied with women and food, incapable of getting their canes back from stupid Le Paradox. and they didn’t even stick to the lore. no ma’am. let’s make Rioichi the inventor of sushi !! because that makes total sense and would defo fit in with the character and the property! why. just, why. you were handed the lore !!! you were given all this rich backstory and you threw it all away to replace it with trash !!! complete trash.

Changes & Inconsistency: i want to briefly mention some changes that pissed me off. where’s the laser glide move? it was an important turning point at the end of Sly 3, so why did they get rid of it? Sly is a master thief who’s traveling back in time, so you’d think they’d actually make him a master thief. also, the changes in the binocucom and Bentley’s slideshows in order to modernise them. if Sucker Punch managed to place the mission starting points at locations where the binocucom would show the objective clearly, so could Sanzaru. instead, they chose to have it be a moving camera, floating around the hub. and Bentley’s slideshows were absolute classics, opportunities to include gags and have Bentley show off in his own way. you just had to change it into a tablet, didn’t you. omg you’re still looking at small details like these? yes sweetie, i consider the details because i think they shape the game more than anything. if i didn’t consider the details, then my opinion on the game would be incomplete. when i praise the trilogy i don’t only look at story and gameplay. because i’m unbiased like that. here, i’d also like the mention Dimitri. what a fucking waste. you either include him in the game or you don’t. but don’t give me some half-baked shit on how he’s working for the gang back in present day. Dimitri staying home, waiting on the gang to call him in order for him to give them details on the villains. how does that even slightly resemble anything about Dimitri’s character? they didn’t even include his voice, some greasy sweet Raccoonus Doodus dialogue.

Female Characters: you know it’s all been leading up to this. this is the crux of the Thieves in Time hate. i don’t want to say the game is misogynistic so i’ll call it anti-feminist. why? just answer me. why? why did you have to disrespect Carmelita like that? right off the bat, they swapped the pants for the skirt. in what world does an active inspector who’s always on the scene wear a skirt? Carmelita now wears a skirt because her only role in the game is to be the love interest. Carmelita now wears bright red lipstick and has a new hairstyle, which would be ok if only it wasn’t Carmelita. Carmelita now plays up her inner sassy Latina because she’s pigeonholed into the ‘angry ex girlfriend’ role. they compartmentalised her, tried to sexualise her because she couldn’t possibly be one of the boys. nope. let’s take a respected woman, high in rank and as physically able as Sly, and turn her into a cliché, an angry ex girlfriend for comedic relief, strip her of her abilities and have her be kidnapped twice, have every exchange with her be about how attractive she is, have almost every male character in the game flirt with her, have her boyfriend be jealous of his own ancestors because they’re flirting with her in order to create purposeless love triangles, and then, after all that, dress her up as a belly dancer and distract some guards while the rest of the gang do the heavy lifting. that last one was really the nail on the coffin. did Bentley have other ways to enter that door? absolutely. so, what the fuck? why did i come back for a good Sly game 8 years later and receive a game where you have to shake your controller to have Carmelita shake her ass? why did they have the guards’ eyes pop like that? why did no one stop them? and it isn’t just Carmelita. it’s Penelope too. god forbid we have a female character who doesn’t have a waist smaller than my finger, and a voluptuous physique. why was the redesign so drastic? the story stuff is also nonsensical. why did she leave? wasn’t she happy with Bentley? i watched her speech about turning on the gang about a thousand times and it still doesn’t make any sense. like, i literally don’t understand. what was her motive? and why reverse her story of overcoming the Black Baron persona and the connotations of a meek woman hiding behind a man’s disguise? why repeat it, shamelessly? do the guys at Sanzaru only know women who have recently broken up? why does Carmelita, Penelope and Ms Decibel all go through break-ups during the game? why does Penelope go against Bentley before they even break up? why waste the opportunity to introduce a new, well-written villain and use it to repeat something already done? why???? no woman is safe from Sanzaru because Ms Decibel... boy, did i feel bad for her. apart from continuously reminding us that she’s haha fat!! she’s also presented as a blind lovefool. love? what a silly concept only women believe in! Ms Decibel had a crush on Le Paradox (for some reason i can’t even fathom) and for that she must pay by being utterly humiliated. and what do ALL women do when a guy breaks up with them? they get so angry! yikes, stay clear guys! ....why does Sanzaru hate female characters? i’m genuinely curious. i mean, what forced them to depict women like this? i’m sorry, i can’t take much more of this.

Ending: and how do you end a disappointment that came 8 years late and didn’t even have a sequel guaranteed? yeap, you guessed it! a cliffhanger. but not just any cliffhanger - a total fuck you to anyone and everyone. with a single move Sanzaru instantly screwed over the franchise. the fans, the creators, the characters, anyone looking to continue the series. everyone. WHY would you trap the protagonist in the past? WHY? did you feel defensive about something that wasn’t even yours and went ‘well you can continue the series but the sequel will have to do with time travel’. why did you think it was a good idea? how does it even slightly resemble a good ending? someone fill me in please. because i don’t think i’m being unreasonable, i’m just telling it how it is.

Conclusion:

i did it. i fucking wrote it in all its motherfucking glory. the idiots at Sanzaru could’ve given us an amazing game but instead of working on how to make it better or including extra levels, they wasted their time on deciding what killable baby animal to include in each hub or what the backstory for each treasure should be. how fucking distasteful. and to think i’m an idiot myself for trying to force myself to like it because i was so in denial about how bad it was. i’ve just outlined everything wrong with that cursed game. i’m exhausted.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Talk - J.M.

A/n: So we’re only doing make readers now huh? HECK YEAH! This app needs more anyway. Keep in mind I DO non-binary and female readers, so you can ask for those too!

Request: “Hi 👋🏻 could I request a vera stone son reader x Jack Morton flirts with him but gets nervous when he see’s his mom aka the best grand magus ever. And maybe Vera sits jack down for the if you hurt my son they will never find your body talk. Thank you and your amazing and I love you ❤️” by anonymous

Word Count: 2600+

Masterlist

Vera Stone would swear to Pluto and back that she had no favorites, but everyone knew that was a lie. She had a soft spot for Jack Morton, and Y/n Stone, her son, had been the makings of her heart his entire life. Of course. What mother didn't favor her son over everyone else?

Unfortunately, Jack was having a hard time. After he'd gotten his memories taken, he had made friends with Y/n. His interest in Y/n had driven him away from Gabrielle and though they were playing friends, it was never a dating situation. When he got his memories back, things got a lot more complicated because Y/n wasn't just  part of the Order- he was the son of the Grand Magus. Things got progressively worse as Praxis became a problem and the whole world nearly ended. Again.

When Hamish was kidnapped, so was Y/n as they'd been together at the time. And though they'd gotten Hamish back rather quickly, the same wasn't true for Y/n. He was in the hands of Praxis and they weren't letting up on why they still had him. It wasn't until Salvador finally exposed what spell she wanted in exchange for Y/n that it really became what she meant by leverage. The problem was, even though her mom instincts were screaming, Vera knew she couldn't give these people this spell.

Then Vera did something really stupid.

She shot Salvador and killed her.

Alyssa had been at odds since her girlfriend had been sucked into the demon realm and her magic had been iffy. After Vera tore her down for not having magic and then it was exposed WHY she didn't, she felt betrayed. Vera had been bending backwards to protect Jack, Hamish, and Randall, but easily wrote Alyssa off for something that was Vera's fault. Not to mention she obviously had no care for Lilith. In her mind, Vera was worse than Edward Coventry and she wouldn't see reason. She didn't give her a chance to explain or fix her mistakes. In fact, the second Vera got the chance to do either, Alyssa disappeared with Praxis. Which left her on the side of those who were holding Y/n hostage.

During that time, Alyssa talked to Y/n a lot. The boy seemed fine with listening, watching her carefully as Alyssa went on and on about all of the mistakes of his mother and all those who had come before her. She had endless proofs as to how the Order was corrupt by power and selfishness, and Y/n stayed silent because... well she was right. In a way. Also he knew that arguing that people made mistakes wasn't going to get anywhere with her. Not to mention the book was magically enchanted to corrupt those in leadership... but he didn't talk about that.

It was when Alyssa began talking bad about the wolves that Y/n struggled to keep quiet.

"He's so self righteous and puffed up. Like he knows everything and does nothing wrong. Always has the right drink. Ever think he does it just because he's a drunk?" Alyssa would begin, rolling her eyes.

"He's trying his best," Y/n would reply immediately. It was the first time Alyssa had gotten him to speak. The first time anyone had. "And despite all the shit that would probably throw anyone else off, he's still a good leader and does what's right mot of the time. He's loyal and smart and hard working."

It was later when Alyssa tried the tactic again. She ranted about Gabrielle and Edward and the necromancer twins they'd dealt with a while back. She went on about names Y/n didn't know, and even his own mother. But the second she mentioned, "God he's never serious! He constantly goofs around and flirts and is a total idiot. He lets his emotions guide him and it makes him sloppy. If he used just a shred of logic he might actually get somewhere. Like his whole hatred of the Order even though they were the only ones with the resources to help them find Lilith. Even when some of us were really trying, he still refused to cooperate."

"To be fair," Y/n snapped. "We have a record of betrayal, power plays, and selfishness, as you've so generously bestowed upon me for the last while. He actually cares a lot and that's why he's so emotionally driven. Because he cares. Not enough people these days care. Not enough people these days FEEL and express and dare to stay upbeat in a world that takes anyone with a smile and seeks to destroy them with a deep rage. Like happiness is a sin or something."

The violent reaction to Alyssa insulting the Knights was unexpected. She never made herself talk badly about Lilith - she loved her after all, and talking bad about the possibly dead when that person was your whole world... terrible idea. She did however crack the case when she mentioned Jack to Y/n. "He has this hero complex that makes him so... annoying. He isn't the center of every problem. Not everything is about him. He doesn't have to save everyone. Not everything is Jack's Mission or something, you know? Maybe he should get over himself just a little."

"Shut the fuck up." Y/n's head was hanging forward, eyes on his lap. Before, he usually went on rants and berated Alyssa for talking badly about the wolves. What was it about Jack that made him not even be able to look at her? Was it that because his mother had trained him to never show weakness to the enemy, he was trying to cover up an especially touchy topic? Was it simply that he agreed with Alyssa enough that he had nothing more to say? Or perhaps he was nervous to expose something if he talked too much about Jack.

Whatever the reason was, Y/n had never acted like this before. He'd always been the professional, withdrawn kind of person. He was his mother's right hand. He kept to himself and rarely talked, if ever. He was quiet. A wallflower. People often wondered if he was capable of emotions at all, the same way they wondered about Vera. Except that he never got to the point that he was cracked enough to expose himself. Even when his mother faltered in her place of leadership to keep the Order and herself and everyone she cared about together at the same time, Y/n still held strong.

What was it about Jack Morton that he was always the weak spot in everyone's armor, no matter how tough or thick or well taken care of it was? He seemed to find cracks like a hungry dog hunting for food. It was kind of impressive actually.

Alyssa prodded at this weakness a lot. She mentioned Jack a lot. Every time Alyssa and Jack crossed paths, Alyssa would tell Y/n every detail of it. Force him to look at her as she said it. It was never a cruelty though. She could tell that he liked to hear it, and her act was from a point of curiosity only.

Then Salvador died and Alyssa rose to leadership. She tried people out to see if the fur would take to anyone, but it never did. Until...

Finally Vera broke. With the Tartarus Blasts threatening to coalesce into an Apocalypse Blast and wipe everyone out, on top of Alyssa taunting how close to making Y/n she was, Vera couldn't hold out anymore. So she brought him along to the exchange. Y/n came in, uninhibited and willing, but stayed by Alyssa's side. No one could place what exactly was wrong. He still nodded to his mother and seemed to be perfectly himself. He even rolled his eyes when Alyssa went on about her purpose, and got visibly angry when Vera told her what the spell actually did and Alyssa ignored her.

Yet, Y/n didn't act out against Alyssa either. He seemed to even be protective of her. Perhaps they were... dating? Or he had some feelings for her. Vera couldn't imagine Alyssa getting over Lilith like that but perhaps Alyssa had changed even more than Vera had thought.

It wasn't until Alyssa turned on Vera to kill her that Y/n made a move against her. "We made a deal," he reminded her. "Are you about to break your end?"

Exhaling sharply through her nose, Alyssa looked away. "She deserves to die."

"No she doesn't," Y/n snapped. It was the first time he'd defended his mother to Alyssa. It was the first time he could. "She made a mistake, but she's a good leader and she has a dream that a lot of people believe in." Y/n grabbed her shoulders. "I know you've been through a lot, Lys. I know you've been hurt by every single person you trusted or looked up to or anything along those lines. Betrayed. Left behind. Let down. I know how much pain you're in. You know I do." She sighed a little softer. "I also know that killing my mother will give you no peace, and you know it too."

Alyssa looked at him for a long time. "What, no speech about it's not who I am?"

Y/n chuckled at that. "It's not my right to tell you who you are. Only you can do that. But I'm telling you, revenge is a slippery slope, and we have a deal. Making an enemy of me will be bad for you now and in the future, if you somehow manage to escape. I can be an ally, and I would like to be. Not to mention that whatever you're looking for, you will not find in this."

For some reason, Alyssa believed what he was saying. Her lips curved in a frown. "Promise me you won't leave me, Y/n. Or betray me."

At that, the boy hesitated. "You know I want to stay."

She nodded. "I know that. But, we can be friends?"

Y/n smiled. "Anytime you need me, Lys. You know where to find me. We'll find Lilith, and we'll bring her home, and-"

It was that time that Jack Morton decided to join the party. He quickly caught them up on Lilith being back, but the whole demon situation going on with her. But he also told Alyssa she had to run. "I know how much you want to see her, Alyssa, but Midnight is coming here to kill you. He took over Gabrielle- what are you doing, Y/n?"

Alyssa had not moved a muscle. She didn't even seem worried. Y/n was removing his clothes, and that seemed to put her at ease. "Hello to you too, Jack." Y/n chuckled. "I would like to update you on how Alyssa and I here became friends." He pulled off the shirt he had after shedding the flannel he'd been unbuttoning, and kicked off his shoes. "She was looking for a champion. I needed to be able to get her out of here without killing people I cared about. We negotiated and then we talked and now we're super cool."

Jack's eyes went wide as Vera gasped. "You're-?"

"Yes," Y/n confirmed. He closed his eyes and felt the change take him. His body grew and widened until he was a wold. A werewolf. Alpha, of all of them.

"You're going to fight Midnight?" Jack demanded. "You could kill Gabrielle!"

"No," Alyssa corrected him, though she didn't know what had happened since she'd been gone that Jack cared about Gabrielle being alive or not. "Watch."

The doors busted open and there stood Midnight. The eyes of the two wolves locked and the temperature of the room rose about ten degrees. Jack groaned and clutched his hand over his heart. He shifted right there, whimpering on the ground. Midnight held, for a second. Another second. Yet another. Then he broke and looked away and Y/n stood tall and howled. Jack breathed in relief and Midnight took running off.

Alyssa was safe.

Both boys morphed back into humans. "I don't know who he'll go after, but everyone we care about should be safe, so no worries." He looked at Alyssa. "Go." She nodded and took off, alive and well. Jack cleared his throat, a wide smirk on his face. "What?" Y/n asked, eyebrows knitting in intrigue.

"You're whole take over there," Jack mused. "It was super hot actually."

Vera cleared her throat and it was then both boys realized they were naked and blushing, in front of Vera Stone who was Y/n's mother. Gross and awkward to say the least. "Sorry," Y/n dismissed. Vera glared Jack down and he seemed to become suddenly awkward and tense. "Mom, we're gonna head back to the Den to catch everyone up on the situation and check up on Lilith."

"And get dressed," Jack added in a rush. Y/n tried not to laugh at him.

"I'll be back later," Y/n told her.

That was new. His whole life, Y/n had always been second at the very best. Usually he was even further down the list, fine with living in the shadows because it allowed him to learn and live while dodging most stressors and dramas. He always relinquished dominance to his partner in a project, or the other person in the scenario, or his mother. Confident leadership was a good look on him. As much as his comment had bothered Vera, this role fit her son well and she couldn't say she wasn't proud. "Sounds good to me."

"Will you be okay?" Y/n asked gently. She hesitated then nodded and he returned it before looking at Jack. The boys both sobered before shifting back into wolves and booking it to the Den.

After everything settled and they started to get over shock and try and figure out what to do next, Jack took a second to pull Y/n aside. "What is it, Morton?" Y/n sighed.

"I'm just... I wanted you to know that I'm really glad you're back. Safe. I've been worried sick about you and with everything else going on- I mean I guess my worry is nothing against you being the one captured, but- Look I just-"

"I get it," Y/n reassured. He had a small smile on his face. "You know, bonding with Alpha helped me finally understand the power of being just a little vulnerable. Maybe we can figure this out... sometime? I doubt there will be a good time because it seems we're always facing some shit or another, but maybe we can get coffee some time around all the chaos?"

Jack smiled. "I would like that."

"Cool. See you tomorrow morning at 8am. Don't be late, Morton." With that, Y/n walked away.

"I won't!" He called after the boy.

The familiar sound of Vera clearing her throat sounded and Jack felt himself freeze and stiffly turn to face her. "Hey!" The word was long and high pitched in his mouth. Awkward and full of tension. He was never as afraid of her killing him as he was now.

"Let me get one thing straight," Vera snapped, pointing at him. "That is my son." That alone hit home. Jack knew better than most what having a son meant to Vera after she'd lost her daughter. "He has been through hell and I have had to do things I hate myself for to bring him home safe. I let loose self destruction incarnate to bring him home safely. Do not think for even a second that because I have some soft spot for you, that I will not be willing to gut you with my bare hands and teeth if you hurt him. My non-magic, non-werewolf, fingernails will carve you a new face. Is that clear?" Jack could only manage a nod. “Good." She stood straight. "Don't be late, Morton. My son cares a lot about punctuality." And with that she left.

Despite everything, Jack managed to find humor in the situation. No matter how much Vera Stone scared him, Y/n scared him more. He made Jack feel things that terrified him. Things he hadn't even begun to touch until since Alyssa. Things that had been warped and ruined for him because of Gabrielle. Things that he was now wanting for the second time in his entire life. Vera was scary, but Y/n? Y/n was terrifying.

Like mother like son I suppose.

[lokewolf-father]

So I Listened to the First Five Insane Clown Posse Albums...

And I really enjoyed myself! I tried this post already, but the Tumblr app is a piece of garbage and lost it somehow, so here goes again. To make a long story short, even though I didn't really enjoy the first two albums, Carnival of Carnage and The Ringmaster, I found a lot to enjoy about Insane Clown Posse, and can safely say I like them. Death metal guitar mixed with heavy bass, carnival sounds, and lyrics about necromantic clown sorcerers, killer toys, and cartoonish depictions of murder make their concept albums something that is both novel and undeniably cool when it isn't too crude or juvenile, which is more frequent than I would like.

I should probably state, especially considering I'm writing off the first two albums, that I am not the target audience for ICP. I do not consider myself a Juggalo in any definition of the word; I don't really listen to rap, and couldn't define hip-hop without looking it up. I do however enjoy horror movies and low-brow entertainment like comic books, and consider Marilyn Manson to be one of my personal heroes, so believe me when I say that I really do like aspects of the cavalcade of crazy that is the Insane Clown Posse.

Riddle Box is awesome, and I find myself wondering if this is the album where people feel like ICP came into their own. Part of their mythology is that if the Dark Carnival, where sinners are judged by a cavalcade of characters before being killed and sent to their souls ultimate destination. Several albums are designated as Joker's Cards, and depict characters and elements of the Carnival.

The intro is awesome, introducing the Riddle Box, which is a magic box that either gives the slain a vision of God, warming their souls and sending them to Heaven, or a demonic fog that drives them insane and sends them to Hell.

One of my favorite songs, "Chicken Huntin' (Slaughter House Mix)" is on this song, and demonstrates ICP's understanding of their audience. A song about killing dumb, ignorant hillbillies, I have to assume it's cathartic to people who left behind wacky rural families behind when they left home. "Toy Box" is about a guy with murderous toys that turn on him, and makes me laugh. It sounds hokey, and that's because it is, hokey and worth a listen. A lot of this is appealing to me because I don't listen to rap music, partly because I don't care for the subject matter.

I like rappers like Kanye West and Eminem because I can't identify with or enjoy a lot of the gangsta-macho stuff that mainstream rap can't seem to get away from. With ICP, their personas are over the top killer clowns, and that's awesome! Because they're so goofy and have been pretty much rejected from pop culture, their music appeals to social outcasts and others who are down on their luck, something that Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J recognize.

That being said, before I move into the next album, I should probably mention "Ol' Evil Eye", ICP's own adaptation of Poe's "The Tell-tale Heart". Good shit, even if it makes the master turn over in his grave.

The Great Milenko is fantastic, and is a Joker's Card about an evil necromancer clown that tempts you into damning yourself. I'm told this is more of a hip-hop album, but as someone who isn't that familiar with this kind of music, I can't tell the difference. What I will say is there are more songs here that I like than on the previous three albums. The intro, which is read by none other than Alice Cooper, is excellent, as is the title track and "Hokus Pokus", both of which are sufficiently creepy and dark.

"Piggy Pie" is a song about murdering dickhead cops that uses a very, um, clever three little pigs motif. As a funny aside, this album was initially put out by Hollywood Records, and had to be approved by Disney, who forced them to change this song. The album was pulled from shelves anyway, making the whole exercise of censorship pointless anyway. It's just funny to think that Disney read associated with ICP at one point.

"Southwest Voodoo" is another effective song, featuring a black magic chant for chorus, which is to say nothing of "Halls of Illusion", which has Slash on guitar!

One of my other favorites off this album is the existential "How Many Times", which puts you in the mindset of the type of person ICP is talking to. Broke, down on your luck, arrested, your stereo stolen, it's hard to imagine things can ever really get better; in a world that rejects you and shows your no respect, why not remake yourself as a psychotic clown? As Manson says, "They'll never be good to you/bad to you/they'll never be anything at all". Any aging goth kid can understand where ICP is coming from here.

The Amazing Jeckel Brothers is the first album I listened to, and probably my favorite one. "Terrible" and "Bring it On" have the heavy sound that I love, and "Assassins" is just an awesome, badass song in general. If hip-hop is just another word for tough guy music, these songs definitely fit the bill. The bass lines make the songs positively rock in a way I didn't think was possible for ICP. "Everybody Rize" is a cool Juggalo anthem, as is "Fuck the World", calling out a culture and industry that rejects and hates them like a boss. If you're on the fence about these fuckers, this is another great album to start with, especially considering the touching final song, "Nothing's Left", which reflects on the broken nature of the world, and wonders if there can be any real salvation for anyone. Considering ICP are Christian and ultimately incorporated they're religion into their music, I know what their opinion on this is, but just begging the question gives the song a universal appeal that even an angry atheist like myself can identify with.

At the end of the day, I have to figure that getting to know the Insane Clown Posse was rewarding for me. I'm not a Juggalo, but I understand their world a lot better and get how they can be kind to others and have something special with their subculture. I plan to listen to more ICP and write about them, but I'd like to write about Juggalo culture first. If you're a Juggalo or have any thoughts, I want to hear from you! Have you met the Insane Clown Posse or been to their shows? Have you been to the gathering of the Juggalos? An I wrong about anything I wrote above?