#rhythm hive sucks ass

[sstarlostt]

um just played the new rhythm hive update and saw lesserafilm so i choose kazuha because i was like "oh cool they are here" and didnt fucking realize till it was too late that now im stuck with kazuha as my wallpaper no matter what group im play,,, i was under the impression that rhythm hive always seperates groups thats why i didnt even think of the possibility of being stuck with a group when playing other groups,,, now im jun-less and so very upset, not to mention that i share the account with my sister and shes distraught that its not v,,,, the new gameplay is even worse than before i fucking hate this game, go back to how it was or at least just separate the groups again, i can deal with bad gameplay if my background is jun (or v)

[hotteoki]

the new rhythm hive update is ass. there i said it.

words cannot describe how much i HATE it

i hate how complicated it is, how i suck at playing it all over again because the note hitting part is moved nine hundred feet forward, how i cant draw only txt concept photos/cards and so much more

the old version was perfectly fine (though they should never have taken away the selling cards option)

i’m so tempted to uninstall it just because it’s so bad now

[jackrrabbit]

If I may I just want Overhaul to do me on his desk during a meeting showing the precepts his personal slut

Yubitsume /// Overhaul x f!reader (18+)

Yubitsume: a Japanese ritual primarily performed by the yakuza to atone for offenses to another; a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse.

This story takes place before Chisaki becomes the leader of the Shie Hassaikai and before he puts the big boss in a coma. ngl this was fun to write 😎

Tags/warnings: exhibitionism, coercion (dubcon-ish?), mild humiliation, yakuza members be perving, reader’s quirk makes it impossible for her skin to be cut (it’s relevant I promise), references to violence, some light possessiveness at the end there

You’re softer than you look.

Chisaki’s never really touched you before, so he had no way of knowing until now. Maybe it’s a subconscious association with your quirk, which prevents anything from breaking your skin, but he didn’t think you’d be so yielding. Every bit of you that he can touch is tender and unresisting under his grasp. He almost wants to take off his latex gloves so he can grip your hips and feel how smooth you are against his bare skin.

Ah…but this isn’t for his sake. It’s for yours. Your punishment, your atonement. He’s supposed to be teaching you a lesson, not feeling good. The irresistible heat of your cunt hugging over his cock is just a perk.

“Watch closely, men,” the Boss’s voice rings out across the long, narrow table, cutting across the wet sounds of Chisaki’s flesh slapping against yours. His thrusts slow and then stop with his cock buried deep inside you, giving the Boss a chance to speak over the two of you.

When the room is silent save for the sounds of your breath mixing with Chisaki’s, the Boss speaks again. “This is what happens to those who betray the interests of the Shie Hassaikai. Keep going, Chisaki.”

It’s not like he needs to tell them to watch, Chisaki thinks as he picks up the pace again. Every man in the room is staring intently at the coupling as Chisaki fucks you over the desk. You’re bent forward with your ass sticking out toward him, one trembling leg holding you up while the other is folded up on the wooden surface, angling your pussy into a perfect position for him to thrust into. You’re barely holding your face off the desk with your elbows propped up, and every time Chisaki pushes his cock back into you, you rock forward and the desk creaks under your combined weight.

It’s hardly the solemn atmosphere that’s usually considered necessary for this kind of punishment. The men watching are doing so with lascivious interest, some laughing, some making comments under their breath to each other, and some just staring. He can hardly blame them. The view from the front must be incredible—your tits bouncing, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life…

What does your face look like right now? Chisaki can’t see when he’s fucking you from the back, but he wishes he could. Are you ducking to hide your lewd expression from the men you’ve worked alongside since you joined the Shie Hassaikai? Are you biting your lip to hold back the sound of your moaning, trying to salvage the little bit of dignity you have left? From the muted noises of your voice (the little uh—uh—uh’s you can’t quite keep from slipping out), he thinks it’s pretty likely.

But if it’s between seeing you and being inside you, Chisaki knows he’s getting the better deal. Fuck, it’s like your throbbing cunt just keeps sucking him in deeper and deeper. What with the heat of your body and the slickness lubing him up in between your pussy lips, it’s getting difficult to hold back his own grunts of pleasure. His thrusts are getting less controlled and sloppier every time he pumps into you.

The men are watching…they’re watching you, Chisaki has to remind himself in order to stop the urge to lean lower over the desk and rut you for all he’s worth, observers be damned. How much deeper can you take it? Probably a little more than this, right?

His next thrust has him bumping up against your cervix, forcing a kittenish whine out of you. A couple of the voyeurs laugh. One wolf whistles. Chisaki’s noticed that the hairs on the back of your neck raise up when the men get loud, and right now your skin is pebbled with goosebumps.

“Don’t let her hide from her shame, Chisaki. Hold her up so we can see.”

Chisaki hesitates, then curls his fingers over your upper arm and drags your torso up off the desk to display your naked chest to the boss and the rest of the Shie Hassaikai. Your head lolls forward and then rolls back onto his shoulder, your damp back flush against the fabric of his shirt.

The position is a little more awkward, and he has to tilt his hips to the side a little to push back into you. On the other hand, it seems like he’s hitting your g-spot at a better angle judging by the way your pussy is twitching around his length.

“Ch…Chisaki,” you whimper, only to wince and snap your eyes shut when the name earns a suggestive whoop from one of the men watching you.

“Aw baby, you gonna beg him?” Rappa asks, voice a mocking growl. You flinch and Chisaki can feel how tense you are. The muscles in your arms go rigid as you try to jerk out of his grip.

Another thrust has you squeaking out a high-pitched moan. “Fuck yeah, make ‘er scream,” someone calls out, but Chisaki ignores it in favor of rocking deeper into you, careful to slide his thick cockhead against your g-spot. This time you’re barely able to keep your voice down, but you can’t conceal the muscles in your pussy pulsating over him.

It feels good, doesn’t it? he wants to ask you, but he knows he can’t. It’s not supposed to feel good for you. You’re supposed to be…reflecting on your mistake or something. When he’s balls deep in your pussy, it’s hard to keep track of what kind of atonement this is supposed to be.

“I see you’re once again capable of speech, (Y/N),” the Boss says, silencing the other Shie Hassaikai members. This time, however, Chisaki can’t bring himself to stop fucking you long enough to let his benefactor speak uninterrupted. The Boss doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he continues— “Enlighten us as to why we’re watching Chisaki bed you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chisaki can see your chin tip forward so you’re looking hesitantly at the Boss. Your face is so red, but you manage to form words despite your embarrassment. “P-P-Punishment… Instead of y-yubitsume, I’m being—being punished…”

Yubitsume. The yakuza ritual of cutting off one’s own pinky finger at the first knuckle to make recompense for an insult or injury committed against the organization, a mutilation that not only increases difficulty of combat and manual labor but also brands the afflicted with a public stigma. By tradition, yubitsume is the appropriate penalty for the crime you perpetrated, but your quirk makes it impossible. No blade can pierce your skin.

This—getting fucked by Chisaki while the Shie Hassaikai watches—was suggested as a substitute method of apology. There were other alternatives, other ways to exact retribution on your body (you may not bleed, but you can certainly bruise…and break). This method was almost a kindness, or at least that’s how the Boss had explained it to you until you reluctantly agreed.

Still, as the men who used to see you as a fellow (an equal, even) now jeer at you and call for Chisaki to fuck that little slut harder, he has to wonder whether this is really the kinder option.

“And what are you being punished for?” the Boss asks.

“I-I did something wrong—uhn!” You snatch a betrayed glance at Chisaki as his arm snakes around so he can grope at your breast and pinch your nipple between two fingers. “I—! Brought p-police, to the Shie Hassaikai…”

Chisaki knows better than the rest of them how minor your crime was. The transgression had nothing to do with them, and it would have happily gone unpunished had you not been caught by the authorities. The yakuza might care little about petty lawbreaking, but your real offense had been attracting the attention of the cops. They’d been lucky to get away without a thorough inspection. Now you’re paying the price for your carelessness.

“Good. As all of you know, I have no wish to treat (Y/N) too harshly. Chisaki…finish her off.”

There it is. This may be your atonement, but Chisaki’s aware that he’s being punished as well. He’s the one who brought you to the organization, and so your wrongdoing is partially his responsibility. The Boss knows how much Chisaki would usually hate this…having to touch someone’s bare flesh so intimately and so publicly. He’s getting hives just thinking about being in this position with someone else.

But it’s not someone else. It’s you. You with your untouchable skin, so clean and soft. You with your tight, hot pussy swallowing every inch of his cock so nicely. For the first time since he can remember, he half-wishes he were wearing less clothing just so he could feel you…and every second he’s inside you he regrets putting on a condom more.

And now he’s got the Boss’s blessing to make you cum on his cock. Chisaki’s hand drops from your breast down to your pussy and his index finger swirls around your clit. You gasp and cry out (much to the appreciation of the men watching), and Chisaki has to bite down on a growl of his own as your innards clamp down on him.

You’re probably close to cumming already. No, no, you’re definitely close. Even with no direct stimulation to your clit until now, Chisaki’s been fucking you for ages. All that friction over your g-spot has taken you right up to your edge, and it’s not going to take much more to push you over.

You’re already pulsing around him intermittently in rhythm with the pads of his fingers teasing your clit. The pressure of your pussy fluttering around every ridge and vein on his cock is excruciating, so fucking good that he can barely remember that the two of you are being watched. The other gang members are getting louder in their bawdy commentary of the pornographic scene playing out in front of them, but Chisaki tunes it out in favor of focusing on the way your shallow breaths meet the tempo of his thrusts.

With you draped over his chest, he barely has to adjust his position to push his masked face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder so he can nuzzle up and lick you through the stiff fabric. You shudder—ugh, do that again, he thinks—and your hips writhe weakly, trying to increase the stimulation of his hand on your clit. You’re about to cum, and so is Chisaki, but he carefully steers his hips to control both your reactions and his. When he pulls out of you he’s slow, tender, making sure you feel empty without him, but when he pushes back in he does it in a quick snap that stretches you out paired with a rough dab at your clit.

You’re coming apart in front of him, not even bothering to be quiet anymore. “Chisaki…Chisaki, I—I’m cumming!” you cry out, trying not to pay attention to all of the Shie Hassaikai egging you on and telling you what a good little whore you are. Your orgasm has your pussy sucking down on Chisaki’s cock, even tighter than before, like your body is instinctively trying to milk the cum out of him.

Goddamnit… Yeah, he’s not going to last for another minute with you clamping down on him like that. As soon as Chisaki’s sure you’re cumming so hard you’re barely coherent, he drops you gracelessly back down onto the desk so he can grab up your hips and fuck his last few pumps into you as savagely as possible. His fingers dig into your ass deeply enough that he’d be drawing blood if not for your quirk, and when the heat building in his cock spills over he holds you perfectly still despite your attempts to squirm away from him so that you feel him jerk and cum between your throbbing walls.

“(Y/N)…good, good girl,” he pants out as he gives a couple more shallow thrusts for good measure. Well, huh. That’s the first thing he’s said since he started fucking you.

When it’s too uncomfortable to stay inside for a second longer, Chisaki pulls out and tugs the filthy condom off, ties it, and drops it in the trash. He needs a shower…and something to wipe off on, but at the moment neither are available to him so he has to tuck himself back into his pants without cleaning up. Disgusting. Even though it’s just his own cum dirtying him, his skin is still crawling at the thought of it.

“Good work, Chisaki,” says the Boss, rising to his feet to leave. “You can clean up after her.”

Emboldened past their usual limits by what they just witnessed, the other men guffaw and taunt you as they follow the Boss out. Setsuno reaches out to slap your ass as he exits, but Chisaki stops him with a hand on his wrist. His hold isn’t painful, but the threat is clear.

If you touch her, you’re going to lose more than a pinky.

“R-Relax, Chisaki,” Setsuno stammers. “Hands off. I get it.”

Chisaki almost corrects him, almost tells Setsuno to call him by the right name—Overhaul. But the Boss isn’t quite out of earshot yet, and it wouldn’t do for him to hear. So he just lets Setsuno go. The rest of the men give the two of you a wide berth as they file out, although your pert little ass still gets a few lecherous glances as they leave.

And then it’s just you and him. You roll over onto your back and sit up on the desk. “…Chisaki? You don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it.”

How docile of you. You really are apologetic. To be honest, Chisaki should still be angry—you almost caused a lot of trouble for the Shie Hassaikai, and what with the plans he has in mind, getting the authorities to look a little closer at them could ruin everything. He shouldn’t be keeping a risk like you around, especially considering the Boss doesn’t usually let him play with you the way he’d like to.

But the Boss isn’t going to be the one making decisions for much longer. And until he’s out of the picture, Chisaki can’t wait for you to slip up again.

[putas-in-suffering]

Quarantine Day 1:

A little treat for you babies. This was an idea that was already developed in our hive mind and just wouldn’t leave bc quarantining with Miguel is a whole ass vibe. So allows us to introduce part of Miguel’s Most Expensivest: Quarantine Edition. 

Miguel had promised you a relaxing day at home. He swore he’d get his work done as early as possible to free up the rest of his time for you. And despite the current state of the world, you were excited. 

It was just like Miguel to wait for a global pandemic to spend some much needed time with his lover.

You secure the tie on your swimsuit, scrutinizing your reflection. You smile at what you see, pleased with the product of your efforts. You dab some perfume onto your neck and wrists, feeling the butterflies beginning to set into your stomach. Miguel had texted you thirty minutes ago from his office downstairs, requesting you meet him by the pool in a half hour. You’d been tidying up the bedroom, organizing your closet when you saw the message, a smile instantly adorning your face at the prospect of spending time with your elusive partner.

You make your way down the stairs, bare feet making your movements muted against the marble floors. The house is quiet, the hustle and bustle of running a cartel shut down for the time being. You can feel the breeze through the open ceiling to floor glass doors that line the back patio, the air feeling divine on your bare flesh. 

You see a glass of champagne sitting idly on the dining table, waiting for you. You laugh at the gesture, your heart beating in anticipation. Miguel was always a little over the top. The clear waves of the pool call to you as you make your way outside, the low hum of music echoing through the outdoor speakers. The view is one of the main reasons you bought this house, the California hills and mountains shielding you from view from the rest of the world. In times like these it was easy to imagine you were the only two people that existed. 

A movement from your peripheral pulls your attention to your right and the lounge chairs that sit near the pool’s edge. The man who owns your heart is lounging in the warm rays of the sun, a glass flute of champagne gripped in his hand. 

And he’s naked. 

He’s as naked as the day he was born, brown skin on full display. Your eyes struggle to take all of him in at once. The smattering of hair across his legs, the firm muscles of his thighs, the ridges of his abdomen. You envision running your nails down the planes of his chest, knowing the hiss he would release in response. The strong chords of his neck call to you, begging to be marked with your mouth. His facial hair is trimmed neatly along his chiseled jaw, the mixture of black and grey making your thighs clench. Your eyes linger on the thick muscle resting between his thighs. You’ve had the pleasure of experiencing it first hand, but that doesn’t stop you from licking your lips at the sight of him. A pair of sunglasses are shielding his eyes. It's those sunglasses. The pair that have the power to make your panties flood. 

He looks every bit as luxurious as his bank account says he is. 

He’s aware of your reaction to him and he’s obviously pleased, a devilish smirk planted firmly on his bearded lips as he calls to you.

“Mi amor...” He beckons you with an outstretched hand. 

You go to his side, his free hand smoothing up your thigh and around to your ass as he plays with the string of your swimsuit.

“What’s this?” He asks, finger edging past the fabric and across your pubic bone. You shiver at the touch. 

“You said to meet you by the pool.” You reply, catching the smirk he wore at your slip of attitude. 

“No clothes while quarantining, baby...” He subtly demands, fingers now untying the knots. 

You hesitate for a moment at the feel of him pulling the material away, forgetting how isolated you now were in your own home. 

“No te preocupes.” He soothes and you nod, allowing him to expose you to the warmth of the day. 

He sets aside your champagne glasses and reaches his hand out to you, signaling what he wants. You move instinctively, straddling his lap. You hum at the pleasant feeling of his bare flesh against yours. His skin is hot from the sun and it heats yours instantly, cocooning you in a blanket of warmth. He immediately unties the strings of your top, ridding you of the garment. Your naked chest presses against his, his hands caressing your back in a gentle pattern. 

“Feel good?” He asks, his chest rumbling beneath you. 

You moan in response, burrowing further into his neck as his hands explore every inch of your body. The sun and breeze work together to lull you, your soft curves rubbing lazily against his hard lines. He sits you up, his fingertips tracing along your face and neck, his eyes still hidden by tinted lenses. You can see the mischief in them still. And the thought sends a jolt straight to your pussy.

“Hermosa...” He whispers against your lips, a firm hand now gripping the flesh of your ass. He captures your mouth with his, your tongues tangled in passion. You get lost in each other, your bodies writhing in search of friction. 

His lips move to your breasts, tasting you flesh. Your fingers thread into his hair, anchoring him to the nipple he’s attached himself to. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back as you grind into his lap.

“Miguel...” You breathe out, feeling him hard and wanting beneath you. Your thighs widen as you twirl your hips against him, ensuring he’s soaked and primed for your body. 

“What is it?” He asks, hearing the change in your breathing. You dig your nails into his chest and are instantly rewarded by the hiss that escapes him. 

“I need you.” You plead, curling around him as he sucks almost violently at your neck. 

“Put me in.” He softly demands, his voice the perfect elixir of smooth and rough. You whimper and raise onto your knees, feeling him try to align himself with your opening. 

Your pussy pulses around nothing, desperate to have him embedded deep into your womb. You grip him in your hand, your walls taking him in slowly. You take inch by glorious inch, letting the familiar burn wash over you as he stretches your walls. You moan lowly when he’s reached your barrier, your body now pressed firmly against his. 

“Fuck, baby...” He curses, forehead buried in the crook of your neck.

Neither one of you move at first. You savor the feeling of fullness, feeling the throbbing of his cock against your walls. You squeeze him within you and he nips at your neck in retaliation, a low growl falling from his lips.

You both take your time, moving in an unhurried rhythm as you just feel the other. He lets you take control as your hips rotate above him, never letting him leave the confines of your body. His hands rest on your ass, gently guiding you. His sinful mouth devours your breasts, pulling a moan from your throat. It's perfect, the kind of coupling that almost makes you feel intoxicated. 

Miguel bends his knees, his feet firmly planted on the chair beneath you. You feel the thinly veiled control start to unravel as he bounces you in his lap, meeting your thrusts. You lock your arms securely around his shoulders, maintaining balance. A thick finger begins to assault your clit as he moves your hips, forcing you to take him in repeatedly. 

“Oh, god...” You cry as the crescendo builds, readying for your climax. Pleasure leads you as you move with him, lights beginning to dance behind your eyes. Your limbs tense and your spine twists as wave after wave of ecstasy pulls you under. Your walls quiver and ricochet off his cock, your hips no longer moving in tandem with his. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He confesses between gritted teeth. 

His jaw is clenched, his arms straining with tension as he continues to pound up into you. The sound is obscene, but it only adds to the moment as he finally releases inside of you. His hips stutter as his body spasms, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. You moan at the feeling, basking in the guilty pleasure of having him fill you. 

Satiation hits immediately. Miguel pulls you to him as he reclines against the propped up back of the chair. Your ear settles over his chest, listening to his heartbeat attempting to slow down after his high. His hands run up and down your back, his softening cock still locked in your depths. You can feel his cum threatening to escape from between you as you adjust your position. Your eyes already feel heavy, the combined stickiness of sweat and fluids securing you to him for the time being.

“Jesus...” You say with a tired laugh, trying to catch your breath.

You crane your neck up to look at him, those ridiculously attractive sunglasses still perched on his nose. Beads of perspiration decorate his forehead, but there's an ease to him that wasn't there before. 

“Its Miguel.” He quips, smiling at his own joke. His arms encircle you while your fingers dance delicately over his chest. 

“That was quite a surprise.” You tease, pressing a kiss to the flesh beneath you.

“I’m taking full advantage of this quarantine, my love.” He showcases his white teeth in a grin, and even though his eyes are hidden, you know he’s winked at you. His statement is further punctuated by the light slap on your ass, his fingers in no hurry to stray from where the two of you are still joined. 

You only smile, letting the breeze, the sun, the music, the champagne, and Miguel’s touch take you away. Spending the quarantine with the cartel may not be so bad after all. 

[babbushka]

Empress

Kylo Ren x Reader ; Knights of Ren x Reader 

Word count: 3.5k ; Warnings: N S F W lol (Group sex, women & men KoR, rough oral, voyeurism, mentions of blood, there’s just a lot going on here you guys lol)

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You’re surprised when you get the message that they’ve arrived.

Kylo and his Knights of Ren had gone on a dangerous mission to the Outer Rim, one that was expected to take far longer than you had anticipated. So when you receive the notification on your holo-pad that their ship is preparing to dock, you scramble to throw on something nice and run barefoot down the halls of the Supremacy.

You run straight into Kylo’s arms, nearly knock him over with your excitement, and though he wears his mask, you can tell he’s smiling. He always smiles at you.

“You’re back!” You grin, and he holds you very tight for a few moments before setting you down so you can greet the Knights.

There’s five of them, and thank the stars they’re all here before you. All human, although some theorize otherwise. Three men and two women, all loyal to Kylo, loyal to you.

You hug each and every one of them, their hands winding around your middle as you do, holding you close. They were all incredibly protective of you, they loved you.

“How’s our best girl?” One of them, Casey asks. She’s the oldest of the women, and the most fierce, the most bloodthirsty.

“Better now that you’re here.” You grin into her visor, try to squint to see if you can catch a glimpse of her eyes.

You never can, but that’s besides the point. You’ll see them soon.

You’ll see all of them, soon.

Another Knight, a man named Six, pulls you from Casey’s arms, hugs you close. He leans in for you to kiss his helmet, and your eyes go wide at the same time that Kylo grabs him by the back of his cowl and yanks him away from you, yanks him right up in Kylo’s face.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” He seethes, voice angry and staticy through the vocoder, and though you can’t see Six’s face, you know he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry Master, she’s just so – ”

“I know. I know she is.” Kylo practically spits, before dropping his Knight.

He collects you back in his arms, and you kiss Kylo’s helmet, hot and open mouthed, breath fogging up the metal. He’s the only one who’s allowed to kiss you, they know this. You don’t know why Six pushes his luck the way he does.

“You all must be so cold,” You say, not wanting to be out in the hanger any longer than necessary, “Let me warm you up?”

 They form their protective square around you as they escort you back to your quarters, the ones you share with Kylo. There was an arrangement, between them all, between you and them. You were Kylo’s girl, his first and favorite girl, the love of his life. But they were all so loyal, all so needy.

Kylo let them have you, on special occasions. A reward for a job well done. They wanted you all the time, but then again, everyone wanted you. It was a privilege, one that only the Supreme Leader could bestow, to have you.

They have a hive-mind, being so mentally linked through the Force, and they feed off of one another’s lust, their thirst for you. When you reach your quarters, they’re practically vibrating, thrumming with energy as they all begin to disrobe, as the airlock hiss of the pressure release fills the room when they remove their helmets.

They’re all very unique looking, each in their own way. They’re incredibly well built, muscular, even the women. Maybe especially the women, you think as you appraise their rippling arms and thighs. They take their time with you, sliding your gown off your shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor at your feet. Two of them, Max and Tin, fall to their knees in front of you, nuzzle their faces against your stomach.

You chuckle, all the Knights were very much like a pack of wild dogs that Kylo has somehow managed to tame, hanging on your every word, nipping at your heels.

Kylo himself remains fully clothed as he sits on the big comfortable armchair just off to the side of the great canopy bed where you crawl on top of, settle down on the plush soft comforter.

“Since you were so good, you get to choose: do you want me all at once, or do you want to take turns?” You ask, sitting on your knees on the bed, naked just like them.

“All at once.” They reply, all at once, in a way that makes you blush.

They were all so needy for you, for your body.

It works out well that there’s five of them, you think as they crowd around you, all climbing up onto the bed and getting into position.

Six lays down on the bed and pulls you to him, sits you down on his lap, right on his cock. It’s hard, they’re all hard for you, all the ones who can get hard anyway. You’re wet enough though, wet enough to take him, and he groans as he holds you up.

“Oh fuck she’s tight.” Six huffs, and you hum from the feeling full.

Tin crawls up behind you, kneads the flesh of your ass for a minute or two before spreading your cheeks. You surprise him, surprise all of them really, by having a pretty pink plug already buried deep inside you. You had worked it inside you hurriedly when you heard they were coming, had enough time to just get it inside before making your way to the hangar.

It’s hard for you to relax though, when Tin tries to pull it out. He’s careful, but when you start wriggling away you feel the warm familiar embrace of the Force holding you still as he twists and tugs the plug out.

“No no no baby, you’re not going anywhere.” He shushes you, and you moan loud as he nudges the head of his cock against your asshole quickly, so that you don’t start to close up.

No one would want to waste that delicious stretch, after all.

Sandwiched between them, the third man in the group, Jov, climbs up to the head of the bed, wags his heavy cock in your face.

“Open.” He says and you do, open your mouth wide.

You’re already salivating, breath already coming in pants at the feeling of being stuffed from both ends, your cunt and your ass filled. No one is moving, no one thrusts, not yet, not until Kylo gives them permission. They wait for the command from their master like the well behaved hounds they are, and in obedience, Jov only slides his dick into your mouth, down your throat once, just to get it good and buried.

You breathe deeply through your nose, adjust yourself so you’re comfortable around all three of them, before the women, Casey and Max position themselves so they’re laying on either side of you.

They’re all obsessed with your tits, but Casey and Max get first dibs on them when they take you all at the same time like this. When they decide to go one at a time, they eat you out like a champ, fuck you hard with a strap until you’re sobbing, but times like these when there’s just too many dicks and not enough holes, they settle for sucking your nipples raw.

“Go.” Kylo says off-handedly, once they’re all in position and you look good and ready.

Kylo’s so in tune with you, with your thoughts, he doesn’t need you to give a verbal confirmation.

And good thing too, because at the sound of the command Jov rams his cock so far down your throat that your eyes immediately spring with tears from the sensation. You try your best not to gag around him, try your best to keep yourself relaxed so Six and Tin can fuck you well.

They have a steady rhythm, when Six thrusts into your pussy, Tin pulls out of your ass, and then they switch. It’s delicious, it’s horribly good, makes you shudder and shiver all over as they grunt and groan in your ear.

“That’s it, she’s so talented, so good.” One of them praises you, makes your cunt clench at the sweet words, makes you moan.

They do something with you, you don’t know what it is, something with the Force. They make you come as many times as you can. They get inside your nerves and set your body alight, all of them, all at the same time as they fuck you and fuck you from all ends.

“I love it when she comes.” Another growls, and there’s something degrading about being talked about like you’re not even there, like it’s not you that they mean, that you moan and whine against Jov’s cock.

“Oh – !” You gasp around him, knees buckling only for Six and Tin to pry them back open, keep you open and pliant for them.

Too soon your orgasm crashes over you, too soon you’re shutting your eyes against the feeling of it as white hot pleasure shoots through your limbs. They’ve barely started, and you know they’re going to reduce you to nothing but a ragdoll by the time they’re finished, they’re going to make you an incoherent mess.

You thrill at the thought, your stomach swoops, and you arch your back further, push your tits further into the women’s mouths, as they suckle and bite and kiss at you. You sometimes feel bad for them, when they don’t get to fuck you, but they’re fingering themselves, you can hear it. You don’t feel so bad then.

“She’s so sweet.” Max says, pulling off for just a little.

Of course they can hear you, they all can hear your thoughts. The hive-mind doesn’t just stop with Kylo.

Speaking of which, he’s got his fist around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he sits in the armchair. He’s fully clothed still, only his monster cock visible amidst the mass of black cloth and leather. He does this, every time. Likes to watch, the voyeur.

Sometimes he’ll hide in another room and get off, sometimes he’ll stand right by the bed and hold your hair, whisper filthy, humiliating things in your ear. Things like, you like getting used don’t you? Such a good whore aren’t you? Spreading your legs like a bitch in heat.

There are hands absolutely all over you. So many bodies that you can’t tell who is who anymore, can’t tell which hands belong to which Knight. They grab at you, grope you, hold your legs open hold your throat hold your tits. You don’t know what exactly happens but all of a sudden instead of pleasure there’s a harsh spike of pain, and you gag around Jov’s cock, pull off with a sputter.

“Ow!” You complain with a frown, wiping the drool and slobber off your chin with the back of your hand.

Kylo is out of his seat in a second, and all the fun stops, all the fucking comes to a screeching halt. Your own hips betray you, as they rock back and forth trying to keep getting more friction, trying to come again.

“Who?” He asks, voice velvety smooth but dangerous, low.

“I don’t know.” You hiccup, throat raw from being fucked so much, so hard. “Kylo – !”

He’s buried a vibroblade into Jov’s side, crimson immediately pouring down his flank. Jov grits and bears the pain, doesn’t so much as groan when Kylo yanks it out and shoves him off the bed.

Kylo takes his spot, but he doesn’t slide his cock down your throat, not yet.  

“No one gets to hurt you.” He kisses you, his hot mouth on your own, his lips beautifully red and begging to be bitten, so you do.

“No one but you? Will you hurt me?” You ask through hooded lids, “Please daddy?”

He grimaces at you, grabs your jaw in his gloved hand and you can’t help but suppress a grin. He hates it when you call him that, thinks it’s entirely too gross. You only do it when you want him riled up, and he knows this.

“Don’t be a brat, or I just might.” He says, not releasing his grip on your face. Before he bends down to kiss you again, he mutters out an, “Keep going.”

They all move again, all of them, the thrusting in and out of your cunt and ass have your thighs shaking, have you moaning into Kylo’s mouth as he swallows the sounds down. He pets your hair sweetly, makes out with you while Casey and Max pinch and squeeze and knead your tits, as their tongues prod and pull at your nipples.

They are all quiet except for you, as you fall deeper and deeper into your pleasure, you grow louder and louder until you’re shouting, coming again, for the second time of the evening. They haven’t even touched your clit yet, haven’t even rammed your gspot yet, you come simply from the awe-inspiring power they have over you – and whatever the fuck it is they do with the Force.

“I want to kiss her.” Six complains from under you, and if you weren’t drooling so hard you might have laughed.

“Well you can’t. Just fuck her instead.” Kylo snaps, as he cups your cheeks in his hands and treats you so softly, so so softly even as you’re getting absolutely fucking railed. “You take them so well, look at you, look at you crying for them. They missed you. I missed you.”

The praise makes you sob, makes your chest heave into Casey and Max’s mouths, makes Jov groan from his spot on the floor where he’s fucking into his fist, completely disregarding the wound on his side. Your eyes and cheek sting with tears as you come again, as Six finally touches your aching throlling clit and rolls it between his fingers.

You clamp down around him and Tin, and the men grunt as they only work in time to milk your orgasm. Your throat clicks with the force of it, and you shudder and shake all over, spit all over you – both yours and theirs, you can’t tell, you can’t tell anything anymore.

“So pretty.” One of them murmurs.

“Gorgeous.”

“Stunning.”

They all agree, and you cry and cry, biting your lip so hard that it bleeds, and Kylo licks up the blood, swallows it down the same way he swallows down your shouts and screams.

“What do you want?” Kylo asks, and you nuzzle your face against his hands, trembling all over.

“Just you.” You say, and they all groan as they’re forced to come soon. If they don’t, Kylo will make them pull out and finish off themselves, and that’s never fun.

“You all have a minute.” Kylo orders, and they swear to themselves, pick up the pace.

It’s no longer an even rhythm that they fuck you with, Tiv and Six break enough to speed up, to be rough, bruising your hips and thighs where their grip on you is too tight. They once broke your bones like this, once broke your wrist from gripping you too tightly. Kylo cut their hands off for it, replaced it instead with robotics.

There’s another rule in place, one that they all abide by. No one but Kylo is allowed to kiss you or come inside your cunt, everyone else has to shoot their load only once they’ve completely pulled out.

Which is why you aren’t surprised when thick ropes of come splash against your back, against your stomach, not surprised when even Jov has come back to stand at the side of the bed, jerking off onto your face, into your mouth.

“Dammit.” Is all Six says, when he comes, because you know he wants to come inside. They all do.

The women go tense on their own fingers, but they feed it to you, they all feed you their come, and you suck it off their fingers happily.

You’re completely overwhelmed, oversensitive to the point that it hurts, but you still want more.

You want Kylo.

“Mine.” He gives you a handsome smile, a devious one, before snapping his teeth at the Knights, commanding, “Give us space.”

They pull themselves away from you, and only once you are completely free of them and their hold, do you whine and whimper for Kylo. It’s such an odd feeling not being surrounded by them, but one that’s made entirely better when Kylo lays you down softly on your back, when he props a pillow under your hips sweetly and parts your shaking legs with tenderness.

Kylo always saves himself for last, always. He’s the biggest out of all of them, both in size of body and cock. Despite being absolutely torn apart, you still struggle to accommodate his length, his girth, the way that it curves inside you is sinful, and he’s rubbing at your gpot in no time, really grinding his cock into you.

He’s still fully clothed, and the sensation of the fabric on your overheated, overly sensitive skin has you crying again. You shy away from him but he shushes you and kisses you deeply, even as his coarse clothing scratches your skin.

“Look she’s gonna come again.” One of them says, hungry eyes trained on you, on your cunt.

They like to watch just as much as Kylo does, and despite already coming on you, they still aren’t finished. Sometimes they’ll even fuck each other, thinking it’s you.

“Are you gonna knock her up?” Another asks hopefully, and this gets them excited.

“You should, it’ll get her tits full.” A third moans as he fucks his fist.

“Fuck I’m thirsty.” A fourth agrees.

“Shut up.” Kylo growls, before turning to you and focusing on pushing his cock as far into your abused pussy as he can, pushing you up the bed with the force of it.

“Unh, Kylo!” You whine, have the ability to speak now that you aren’t completely overwhelmed, now that it’s only Kylo rocking his hips into you, only Kylo punching air out of your lungs.

“Shh shh, be good, be good for me.” He covers your mouth for a minute as he thrusts slow and deep, whispers in your ear, “You’re sloppy, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.” You mumble, jaw slack, focusing only on the sounds.

You know it’s obscene, the squelch of it all. You’re sopping wet all over, there’s come sticking you to the comforter from your back, dripping and sliding between your bodies from your stomach, there’s even come that’s collected in the pit of your throat from your face. It’s wet, the slap on slap on slap of skin only making you feel more filthy, more depraved, more used.

“Hear that? That’s all their come. They wish they could come in you, but that’s mine and only mine, isn’t it kitten?” Kylo asks, and you moan.

“Yes!” You agree, loud enough for them all to hear you, “Only your come.”

“Mmmm.” Kylo kisses your temple, “They can fuck you all they want, but you’re my girl, aren’t you?”

You only nod and moan loud at that, as you come for the fourth time. This time it’s practically painful, this time your chin is pinched and your brow is furrowed because you can’t possibly do another one, not another one, it’s all too much.

Kylo’s hips still in you then, and you let out a big sigh of relief as your orgasms hit at the same time.

He pumps his come deep inside you, you can feel it spreading, it’s so hot. You wonder if that’s just him, just Kylo, or if the Force has something to do with it, with the way you can feel the thick ropes of come fill you up so much that you’re practically overflowing with it.

Kylo is panting heavily on top of you. It takes a lot of restraint for him to hold himself back the way he does, but he knows, you both know, that it’s good for the Knights to get their fill of your body first.

“You had your fun, now leave.” Kylo commands as he presses himself flat down against your body, not caring about the sweat and spit and come that covers you. “Take Jov to the med bay.”

You chuckle at that, at the complete lack of interest in his Knight’s wound, the one he inflicted.

They gather themselves together, pull on their clothes while Kylo kisses you to calm you both back down, to bring you back to a place where you’re not so wrapped up in your head.

“Good night princess.” One of them calls through the vocoder of their helmet, all of them lined up in formation and ready to leave.

Kylo tucks his head against your neck and you card your fingers through his hair, regarding the Knights with a playful eye when you say,

“That’s Empress, to you.”

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Honestly this is really @adamsnackdriver and @dreamboatdriver​‘s fault go blame them 

[8lue8astard]

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Development Questions! 

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

Viktor carries himself with a slouch and long, purposeful steps. Unless he’s like, feeling all proud of himself. Getting up on stage? Walk like you just beat god in a fistfight. The rest of it? A nice, cozy slouch. On the emoting front, he uses his hands a TON. Constantly swinging those bad boys around to “enhance” what he’s saying. He’s hit people doing this. Lots and lots of people. Just generally animated dude, this one. 

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

Oh dude. Viktor is impossible to sleep next to. Eridia sleeps on his chest like he’s a floating grey mattress for a reason; when he’s asleep, the limbs go fucking everywhere. This translates to sitting down too. His thighs will spread, his arms hang off chairs, and he’ll slowly, slowly slide into that awful half-laying position where his ass isn’t even on the seat anymore if forced to sit still. He needs to DO something. It’s why his current job sucks so much ass for him- he’s filled with fucking energy. You could stick him on a treadmill and power a city off what he needs to do in a day. So- alot. He uses a lot of fucking space. It’s why his hive was so damn big. 

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

Trolls think fashion is stupid. This is a fact, at least in his timeline. As it stands all he wears is his mandated Empire Uniform for his position (It’s made of the good fabric, thanks to his caste) and an iron ring engraved with twelve small symbols. His sessionmates, obviously. He favors few things- gifts from Eridia, an overcoat he got sweeps back from a Vantas, some of his old robot arms- small things. Things easy to keep. He’s not a super sentimental dude- if it’s too big or clunky, it goes. 

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

Oh he’ll scamper all over stuff. The environment is his playground when allowed- branches will be swung on, fallen trees vaulted, smooth stones slid on. Dude’s nuts. But we already established he’s a cauldron of unspent energy. So that checks out. 

Fuck his current job though. Viktor would much rather be doing anything but sitting behind a desk all day signing paperwork and tormenting his citizens from a reinforced building. Holy shit he hates it. There’s no walls to climb, no fights to be had, no excitement. Just a steady stream of bureaucratic nonsense. He needs active jobs. Active, exciting jobs. Or else all that energy burns a damn hole in him. Wears him down. Makes him go totally nuts!

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

Oh he’ll break something if he’s mad. Spike it to the ground like a petulant child. Throw it against the wall. That sort of thing. 

Really, is he upset? Did you foil a plan? Stop a scheme? Did you say he was wvack? 

People, though- that’s another story. He’s got the usual weakness for the cute and short, but the biggest deciding factor is use and interest. Are you fun to be around? Does he see something he can utilize you for? He’s keeping you. Are you a dull shithead? Bye bye! 

[failinginvestigativejournalist]

Dont freak out, itss just writing

i grew up fast (so fast) (too quick nigga) (wish i went through when i was just a bit bigger) can you tell me who the parent is uh ya the first time i drove a whip i was a fuckin kid, (96 suburban nigga) (yo yo, did you tell em why) oh ya shit my fault my mom was bleeding from her chin i dont know what from or what about, scared to death i took that drive to the ER (Medical SHIIIT) (mom got too drunk again and feel out) (wheres dad? in his room his doors locked, figures i dont expect, as i try to knock (no answer nigga) i dont blame em he removes himself from the sitiation so he dont hit her) ya i fucking grew quick, ya i fucking tryed some shit, the first time i dropped out and took some shroomies i was age 6 plus 6, thats 12 for the illiterates, actually aas a matter a fact it was fuckin pleasant as fuck as i drew back the droe and took another hit. now that i think that was the day, older brother came and gave me cig i obliged no way to say nay, i was still trippin and it was a sensational feelin, it left me stumblin and dizzy a head rush like no other i was hooked for live to the day and i dont blame him, i dont think he knew what he had started, adding to the compilation of the monsxter inside that took refuge and started, poison in his mind, the drugs altered his brain activity but he was buckled up and commited to the ride.Shit i just said in third person let me apologize to yall sometimes the ideas flow together like two fortune five mergin, these feels of hate be strong ya im hurtin, i cant blame no one, i cant choose the family i was birthed in, started sniffin ups felt my blood surgin, gotta big head but my nemisis, the evil inside myself was bigger aboutt the size of a white sturgeon, like some northern ish that canadain shit like british columbia or somethin idk, alls i can say is that BC bud out that bitch is my fav to blow, the sour D, diesel to be exact for you niggas who waana try to nit pick or correct my personal facts, let me just speak at you,  all the hatin niggas tryin bring me down, bad news, i do drugs like steve from fuckin blues clues, but my rents always on time when that xshits due, any ways i side tracked speaking of tracks just lined some shit up did with speed did with need i did it with tact, im dextrous and shit i always have a unique train of thought oh shit trains again trains derailed at this point hhaaha i crack myself up sometimes with the wit in my words leh-let you in on the pun so you can join in my fun, about the lines the lines are no more you didn arrive in time i promise these raps have rhythm they have rhyme i aint spittin to waste your time, i aint spittin to catch a dime, bag or bitch, it really dont matter, niether last long but they are still my niche, come here bitch come hit this shit, this time dont have a fit, mind over matter just stick yuh nose in these rails sit down for a bit, drink some wata, go to your happy place we are gettin to old for me to have tote on yuh just from hitten lines but i put up wit it, you got that 50 thou boat on yuh, not to mention your ride, that shit is so sweet i cant decidddee which id rather seed, as in inseminate with my seaman as i play the part as a seaman workin for seimans on a marine voyage i aint like you im a higher being, i dont know whatchu talkin whatch your eyes be seein i am a divine heathan i really cant fucking believe a niggas still breathin im a florida boy born and raised, i sit the fuck back drink my beer in the shade, high as i usually am a rinny tin tin rinscotts tale \down the rintin like a shark fin poatched by commercial fisherman thrown in a bin, no regard for life the human race is so greedy, people just aint my type, say what you want i know me best and i know im right. my creative talents on the other hand be outta sight, im my own worst enemy to cross the bridge pay the fee, trollin in the hood for that g, withdrawin, shakin i drop to my knee look up to the sky ask god if he sees. hear the sound of humming, huh must be bees, or im trippin out maybe its a flash back i dont remmember. whats th-this street, tremblin think my heat skipped a bit, or a couple shakinso bad my knes begin to buckle, anxiety can be dibilatated held me back from so much in life thers no debating. unfamiliar route. made it to this bar ordered a stout got to thinking, you may ask what about, this is why i like solitude to be on my own to answer to noone to depend on myself and live it to the fullest while im yung, my mind will reel, replaying all i know every single memory, that im capable of bringing back, i compare my brain to a file cabinet, i keep it hidden like in an office towards the back. A photographic memory is a gift and a curse, ill tell you whatat, if you dont keep it in check you will end up in a herse, sure you can remember the happy shit the good things in your life but you cant fucking forget the huge hits the fucking bad bitch the one who broke your heart? dounno how to forget you but i think i know where to start, i thought it was drugs, i numbed my body with chemicals little did i know with every shot the metaphorical shovel scooped out some more dirt from the inconcievable whole i fuckin dug. my life has been weird kinda like an opriental from a flee market an awkward rug, with no real spot in the house, was always the black sheep in the fam i tryed to tip toe as quiet as a mouse, some tom and jerry shit my mistakes and regrets cbhasing me around like tom the cat from that shit, I hide in my hidey whole, disconeected from any social environmeent i often found myself cryin, but self loathin is kinda like being a a gay with some dicks hes blowin, givin a ski job pitty is the lube hatred is the tube the vessel to carry out a deed the fags not sure about, hes experimentin comparable to some situations in my life cept wont catch me with two dudes in a shower, that was just a metaphor. you feel me? im sure the haters will hop all over that verse but just fuckinh hear me. I got my shades on and these bitches special, haters they block, they keep you no fun, sticklers out of sight out of mind like spf 75 sun block, that industrial shit, factory born hear the lunch bell on the horn, an  hour passes the busy bees come back to the floor to join the others to join the masses; the hoard., here the hum of the worker bees at work as they sneek rum in there flasks stuck it in to the hive got it past the queen time to catch a buzz to make this pain stop while i avoid the fuzz the narks at work, cant control it even if they wanted to stop. i dont want to hurt. this was a metaphor for the endless rut of a reality ive become accustomed to; succomed too, the low of the low. comparable to a german trench on the frontlines., my life feels like a conveyer belt, makin the same product running the same direction never really goiong any where, now thats was an analagy, keeping up? yung unsensitive how many? 0 fucks, 0 fucks giveen, 0 blights forgiven, spiteful to death and mornful for noone, nothing left inside just another no-go, malfunctioning product family be like feeling “ i feel like they robbed us” of our brother our son and our friend , dont worry fam im still with you in your hearts up to the end. im tired of our society with all its malice and fallacy, thinking to my self how sad it must be, to be washed in the brain to be hypnotized, this shits so insane.you want that shit super sized? of course nigga watchu you sayin. A glutonous society obsessed with self indulgence people actually still believe good people are in abundance. Speaking of which, fuck the people for a tec, have you looked around lately, this earth is a wreck, mark my words we headin straight for destruction, We are not being good care takers, we fuckckin actin so careless what doesdo the opeople in power really expect?? just pass it on to the next generation “ohh, its not our life time we will leave it for you” Thats a big fuck you to the generations after you undeserving self entitled fucks finallyy croak. get the fuck outa here, tell me when you sold your sold, you heartlesxs bastards would give anything for xsome more of that paper thgat rules all, the pressure you have put on everyone, no one is an exception, to support ourselves and loved ones to provide for our own and multiple other peoples nees, the urge to make money looms over our heads like a pestiliant storm cloud of angst and uncertainty, boreing a fucking whole in our moral, making peoplpe desperaate rising crime rates because people get desperate, people need to survive and they will do dam near whatever it takess to make the money they need, for whatever purpose.  ill whipe my ass with it throw in your cards i will win you better fold. i have freeedom, you ask what? anominity you fuckers, i can moldd my own life i have the freedomm of choosing, i certainly dont have to wait for legislation to pass a bill which you bribed for votes to do so anyways, to do something something much worse than im capabloe of ever doing, intentionally ruining the environment and turning our planet to mars just for paper with and idea (with a “hey, take our word for it, its worth something “””WE PROMISE”””” fucks) behind it not even gold bars, fuck you niggas mark my words illl bring all you mother fuckers down, ill run you fucks out of town, you hear that sound? its a train. its my passion and my determination to take you out, maybe ill use a fuckin plane? i mean its o.k. for the CIA to do it, right? Create this ridiculously elaborote ruse this plot, thyat fucking fooled all the ignorant and brainwashed americans you have already sucked in with your cancerous propaganda, kids lost to your bullshit through social media and the fucking criteria you make teachers teach young minds, we are taught from a very young age that “ huraaahh america is number one! Terrorists bad! Environmental destruction of a planet good!” how about we help some of the third woorld countries (which you know we wouldnt have to be gunning down women and children in the streets) we could just like give them the water they need? help them gentrify there communities teach them how to develop better skills, teach them more efficient ways to take advantage of their land, maybe bring some seeds to food sources that can be grown creating a bit of self sustainability that may not be indigenous but would grow in their country?? you greedy fucks just want oil, when we have enough in our reserves in alaska/canada to last north america 500 years falsey blame others, create an imaginary war “the war on terrorism, which infact is a fucking cover a false entity, to entice patriotism to loosely keep this crumbling empire together the last attempt, the only thread left in the button holding up the pants we call america, you forgot to tell the word all that shit is just whack  [ simply a meticulously pplanned and executed ploy to spur interests in the middle east, control the oil and power will return back east, return to u, Cause god knows you tax the fuck out of us for EVERYTHING especially mnother fucking gas, so we can pay for wellfare and pay for fucking solar power for rich fucks who e==inherited wealth, people who hdont know what working a day means and never will be, never had a problem, never been broke “oh shit my fucking croket set is missingg a ball” lose the pretense fuckers, you cocksuckers, arrogant low lives.. Money makes you any better then the hard working man that cover your tax breaks pay like our fucking ppolice forces (who are a bunch of ROTC drop outs with a badge and sense of power nnow being unfair and crooked taking some kind of revenge on the idea of the kids who picked on them all through out school” Motherfucker its harder to become a plumber, the learning and process is longer/more rigorous then a 6 month police academy which is fucking my lil pony world ( ith ink there is a fantasy kids show for my lil pony with their own fantasy dimension/world)compared to a military bootcamp.  A doctrine instilled to stop the spread of communisim wherever and whenever it may presenet itsxelf? when is the fighting going to stop in that area of our dying earth, thjey have been fighting eachother since lifes initial birth, what whoever was in power or in charge of trading the petroleumn to us wanted to charge an extra dollar 4 dollars  aBARREL instead of 3??? whaa you fucking greedy cunts,? so we invade and take control put there people on dog collars?? for wshat a dollar difference in productionfreedom of speech as you mothers suck the livlyhood from our home like a blood sucking leech, so careless, you know exactly what your doing, you just dont care it aint your problem your headin towardcs the end your death is brewin, well im the reaper of death cloaked in black i always get my man like a cold inwe can hardly co-exist and efficiently function. We are on world one love bob marley shit im getting tired of going throught the motions im all fucked up inside and shit. Early development can be a lynch pin. to either set a strong first corner stone, ceremonial placement of the first corner stone, free mason shit, corn and vegetable oil, so many customs and traditions are goin down a fuckin hill catch em rollin. Early  life is so fucking critical for a young kid, childrens minds are like a sponge they are looking up to their elders they are developing mentally they consume everything around them and retain more than you know, give your kids a healthy and stimulating environment and they will let there talents grow let there talents show let there brilliance flow let there inhibitions go, gone like dust in the wind, never catch em in trouble nothing, not one sin. They will begin to get older, be super organized, super focused for school, every class haxs a folder. As you watch them grow you will feel it in your heart you will fuckin kno, atleast you did this at least you used your parental guidance for good. when you die you know youll be missed, your kid dont throw fits, not one bit, hes such a chip off the old block that was cliche as fuck haha tuck em inh for bed his forhead you kiss. I just might fucking shed a tear, I cant fight this urge to drink a beer. I cant deny this fucking fear, I must look like just like headlights shinin onm a deer, jock strap aroun d my ankles, dumbfounded, look in  my eyes, perplexed, look on my face as it hits, you get a certain taste in your mouth this race is coming to a close suddenly your filled with doubht, seriously you should be care free, yuou did your duty as a parent, im jealous wish that was me, chill the fuck out go drink some fucking relaxing tea or something, sobrietyy seems to be a good mixture along with love and rationality to make a family function like a well greased machine, like a mechanisim freshly whipped down with some white lithium grease. tuned and ready to go, temped to huff the fumes and left everything go, turn your car on shut the garage door, let death grip  you, dont seem to care anymore, I cant change the past and i have no regreats, will i make it to thirty? “right over here people!” “place your bets!”, ill take my tickets to my Life Show and just scalp em make some extra cash, im already absent, so detatched;incapable of feeling. even if im there aint nothing going on emotionally in there (guarantee you im smilin an nodding i really dont give 2 fucks no more”, take that money right to the plug i promote fucking drugs not hugs, or why not both? why does the saying have to be one or the other when sxometimes its both you desire the most. Take the scalpin’ money from the tickets to the play of my life, go on down to the hood, pick up some bags mis amigos habla “Drogas” los hermanos tambien, this urge is hard to fight. Its a romance [a ritual of being, so0mething un explainable i wish i was never a part of, im always metaphorically bleeding. My poker face is strong, fuck showing weakness i alwayxs thought it was to show emotuion. wrong....... but its not, it can save your life, can \get you through, throw you a life jacket, get you out of that tide you fought, that frigid water no warmer than dry eyes.. Ive always been a loose cannon, I go with the flow, not lookin back, been chillin with the old heads they were suprisxed i could hang and, back to the point haha literally or figuratively is the question... im not gonna keep you waitin or leave yall hangin, i hate cliff hangers, make me wait 45 five minutes leave me jonesin’ its slow goin like grindin that ‘crete in the hangers polishin’ that baby out and coatin with some apoxy, its a process, i just get my drugs, whate=vers around and hit bangersz til i pass out, thatsx how my life has been goingg, i feel like im in the chambers just waiting to be gassed out. Flip the fuuckin switch you fuckin pussy end all this malcontent and hate, make itt black, eternal reest at loast.. dress me up real nice maybe a sharp vest, go through the processions and go through the motions fucking burn my body bitches, i want to be in the ocean ive always felt drawn to it, like an unexplainable,, unatainable unfakeable feeling or notion. im happiest sippin a coctail right by the ocean,  thats where you put me to rest... ill be pissed as fuck dont treat me like a fucking ruck; i beenn aroound, age is but a number, my knowledge is  vast and profound, ya thats right bitch im fuckin educated, know more tthan you will learn in your life time and im 20 years, old get what im sayin? i dont got a big heaad im actually humble,  just at my  breaking point. if i was a volcanoe you would feel the rumble; the pre-emptive signs of an eruption pre-determineed in the creator’s mind he took his divine time to find a wayy to grin away the time it took to find the book i bind when al i want is to be stress free and unwind but im the opposite wound up liike the grandfather clock i wish i could stop , the wheels are in motion the gears are set to full speed the feels keep comin i got this itch; this notion, this inkling to stop minglin, stop wastin my time with u useless fuccks. i think its time, its not the end my journey, just started this epic tale of sorrow, my feelings have departed, im fuckingg frozen over colder than ice, dry ice. cant touch me im full of hate and vice, addictive personality on a suicide mission like a ffucking missionary willing to die for his faithh,. i wish man willing to be a martyr for his religion.. ya bitch i smoke stoges in the hotel room just send the  bill to him if it comes to me itll end up in the fucking rubbish bin with a looggie on top coughin up brown shit to young for that talk, to young for heart disease pack and a half a day to try to keep my miind at ease, the stress is buildin im like a tickin time bomb, im so wound up like a clock rigged to blow mount vesuvius, a test nuke... the alarm is soundinn off. A  bright flash like a million lightning strikes, bout to pop off.. but atleast with style got my limited eddition nikes, listen to me i soound like them, listen to me bitching like a fucking fem, bottle it up, thats what society saays, male suicide is at an all time high like two polar opposites due to wed, its never gonna work im always going to be sad im always going to hurt, no fuck it, im a lock it up and throw away the key, im gonna forget about all this shit and be a fuckin G, be hardcore like the brothhers, leave bitches cryin in the street like aall our fuckin mothers, 32 degrees ferenhiet tatted on my left pec it signifies the tempture of my heart no longer warm and red, its frozen over, it hardly beats, that shit is smaler than the grinches, i turned into what they want me to be, a danger to society, getthe fuck outa myface before i shoo,t b, I got nothing to lose, living for nothing, nada, goose eggs nigga dont give a fuck reckless, no regard for life i dont give two fucks a partridge in a ghetto street, aint no merry christmas song, i like my biches thick and dirty wearin'n some fesh tomy thongs, i use em abuse and enthuse them then ruse thm excusse them fuckin confusethem "why you so distaant all of the suden" keep the vow of silence, like a monk on a holy missio, a friar on a divine quest, sending telepathic messages look into my eyes and see, get the fuck out i was never real these feelings meant nothing to me manipulator, manipulationist making up woprds never been a relationist, the masster of his craft a ventrilliquist or a puppet master you were to blind to see, mama was right just a socio path, ya bitch tell your 7 year old child that; see how long his chipper attitude lasts, im lower than nothing, not even a worm maybe i could bbe a fucking tick suckin blood, noting left of the kid i used to be, no more self worth, i cant love you when i cant love myself, how you expect me to support you when all i do is grab a spoon andd melt all the money thaat comes my way, a junkie, bum destined for an early  death and you think yous my bride to be, sorry hun you reaad me wrong, i know its hard cause bitches never know whats goin on inside my head, as i lay in bea,d staring off to somewhere, anywhere but next toyou, staring off into space thinking about my drug abuse, asking myself why, but i know the answer ready to die, but i think ill get a lapper frm one more danceer, i wanna go out in style, not som lame shit maybe go up to a mountain and stand on a cliff, look down, see wher im destined to end up as i take the safety off, finger carressing the trigger, a cool wind blows as i prepare to leave my loved ones bitter, surprised they sstayed aound thislong only ever let em down ever since i was young, never good enough always disappointing this rap comes so easily writing it like noothing, to get this off my chest as theend comes near, i shaped my own destiny i chose to die, now i chose to die here, fuk your beliefs and your faith in gods plan i took my life intomy own fucking hands, i think we all know einstiens theory of insanity, i been doin the same shit fr so long now exspectin shit to change and, i guess im insane.. i took my brilliiant, my sharp mind and put it to waste. its time to pull the inevitable, the good die young idk in this case if thats viable, im scummy i did whatever it took to get my fix to kill that pitt  in my tummy. i hurt people close, i stole from my famil.y.. its time to end it, like i caqme into the world, by myself always alone, soemthing that my father toldme that really stuck, its cynical as fuck, but he was right. he said stay out of the bullshit the groggy muck. Only lookout for yourself son, ive been arounnd awhile, [people dont give a fuck about anyone else they care only for themselves, in the end at the most critical time they will always choose them instead of some one else. We are alone in this wrld and its the hard truth jut learn not to ddepend on others while you are still in your youth, ive been fucked over to many times by people i thought i was very close to. now im out to get mines me and only me you and only you, get that fucking look on ur face sorry for beeing real and telling the truth, im trying to prepare your for whats ahead, im tryig to prevent you from depending on a brutus who will fill you with lead, stab you in the back for their own personnal gain, being to trustworthy is a heroic flaw like being egotistical, wanting to help your friends to much, being aragont ect. kryptonite to super man pease dont be batman and let it be yourr bane, bane as in the villian to let you know. im back, here are my words again not my dads, ji really do miss all the relationships i had, havent spoken to my dad in years tookk one for theteam stayed with mama dukese inj the ssplit to save faace, foir my innocent younger brothers. you know what shes also my motheer, shes not capable of surviving alone i didnt think i would abandon her ever i thought id never do that, i stuck with her out of evveryone, a family oof six she looked out for me in times of strife wish i could give her one last kiss, just shot my last 20 and i fucin missed, absesses dont matte any more i bet this 45 shoots true time for the finale,  no way i can miss, as the curtains close on my young life one last thought people really took to me, like white on rice, women were drawn to me the mystery i had them enticced, June baby as a cancer i am hard to understand i met a chick once who had a spot in my liifes bnd, she knew me we had a connection so much love we were never disrespectin im glad i could atleast i could teach hersome shit before she ripped my beeating heart out of my chest and stepped on it. Loved hermore than life and i still do i promised her one day i would find her and marry her, walkher down that isle say the words ido, she felt what i felt i know its tru, wasnt ready fgor commitment baby i wil alwayslove yo never orget you if i can i connect with you, like a disease i infected you i aways broght you downi was just baggage extra wait holing you down dragging around im glad youo saw through my snake charming ways saw me for who i was a bumm who couldnt change noot in a short number of days, someone so crippled by pain and grief it was beyond belief, she was the only one i wore my heart on my sleeve for , she lef me sobbinig, crrying violently without end in the door the doorway to more pain. i know she had no choice she had to live her lifee i was just in he way, i was obscuring her focus. eye on the prize isthe only way to achieve your goals and tnt them fuckin boulders, in your way, today i die babe, long time comin bet yall thought i was here to stay. baby l dontshed a tear kno i died drinkin a beer haha but nah you were my last thoughts thinking about all the time we spent getting lost in eachothers eyes and gettin so close we read eachothers thougts, illl miss or idk if ill be concious or just nothjingness, i guess ill fnd out when i finally stop being a pussy and proced with this, see ya velma ill always be your shaggy thinka bout me and dont forget what i made you see, in your self im just another memory on our shelf but let it bbe one thaat sticks we had somethingthat made ssense just clicks somethin that felt so right im really gonn miss, everythinig abnout you im sorry you couldnt trust me but i dont doubt why. i know the truth ive never denied a thing in my life, dont getme wrong everybody tells a little white lie, but you know what its a sign of intelligence not to be afraid to say idk not to lie for the hll of it. Ill see you soon in the nxt life or two i hope reincarnatiuon has a possibility of being true, godbye cruel world th ride is over it was a hell of a whirl, i leave you with absolutely nohing conntributted i was just a part o the cancer people had to live with, butnever acknowledgedd, acted ignoant to ther surroundings as daddy paid for college, i burned bright and hot and had a lot of fun, i had alot of life experienc got alot of shit done, nothing productivee of course in ssocieties eyes but i did fullfill atleast some personal goals, important things in my eyes, the curtains are almost done descending as my pittiful life is ending, but keep your pitty mother  fuckers i dont want shit from any of you i dont give yoou nothin dont be so self righteous you look like a bunch of fools, greive for me or celebrate my life i guess its on you how you chhoose to rfemmeber a nobody that nobody knew, a couple feet before the curtains drop, is that? myy eyes decieving? me? no i do see that a single rose descends from the skies, i stare intently at the work of art, a rose is soo beautiful, a representation of love, from the heart, so delicate with its velvet petals, easily ruined a boket wouldve been nice, but who am i fooling, thats a beautiful thing, that was really nice. the product bubbles as i take my last hit of ice, cant takemy eyes off that rose.. its so beautiful... the gun on my forhead now, looking at each individual pedals.. dew from the early mornin forming a small puddle around that naturral phenom, that iconic organic, spectaacular symbol of sometthing real, somethin that matters, something sensual. 

As the bits of his brain splatter behid him, arms spread; with grace, almost angelic.he falls off the ciff a hundred feet now for falling, weird but there was a look of peace in his eyes; on his face, maybe he wll finally find happiness.. he fell with nobility and so much grace the floor he hit, his finall restingplace, what cuold be a better box then a natural setting, a  beaauty of nature, crawling all around and he will return to the earth, the mother wll  take him back just as she gave birth, i thinnk this shit is over now its not my story to tell, inside voices kids no reason to yell. shhhhhhhhhhh. 

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