#they made her theme so long and for what. for me. cause it kicks ass.

[beadyeyes]

Alien Romulus review so spoilers because I'm so so disappointed after being told by every one how good it was and how great the effects were (you all lied to me) so so so long so so so so I don't know if it's worth reading

👍 Loved that they kept up the tradition of killing the people who smoke on screen first

👍 Technology design choices were so fun and did what Prometheus failed to do as a PREQUEL. Also failed to do what the movie itself should've done as a SEQUEL and kept notably similar design choices BUT STILL ADVANCE THE TECHNOLOGY?

👎 They made a group of people so unlikable or undeveloped that I didn't care if they lived or died.

👎 The cousins blatant bigotry against Andy came off mostly as racist AND ableist with no good reason whatsoever. Especially since it clearly wasn't justified by his mother's death because the synthetic in question that "caused her death" was justified in saving more lives over the few. His choice to leave his own family behind despite being so torn up about his mom too? And finally his weird breathing and hovering scene with the pregnant sister right after his girlfriend died was lowkey creepy and I hope it wasn't trying to imply he was the one who got her pregnant? Bottom line he deserved it and his death was the only entertaining one. Was that supposed to be on purpose?

👎 The boyfriend was a bland unlikeable character who failed to even be good enough for meat fodder + deserved to die for wasting screen time AND for letting his cousin be a racist dick to Andy despite them needing the for the whole fucking trip to happen. Worthless character.

👎 First facehugger impregnation being a woman. What a spit in the face.

👎 The fact that it was also a woman I didn't even know the name of! But had 1 more second of development than the rest and seemed like she could've been a cool character if the screen time wasn't logged by unlikeable men. Her alien birth scene was so tone deaf to the original horror of the series idk. I get not wanting to repeat the same thing but the worthless guys survived those facehuggers too easily for her to be the gratuitous birth fodder.

👎 Pregnant sister. I don't know how that could've been done differently but yea. Her boob slime was so. 🙄

👎 Her alien wannabe engineer baby thing sucked. It was so corny I laughed outloud I don't know how it could've been done better but making the aliens more humanoid but not in an uncanny way, like a weird trying too hard to be scary way, felt like a disservice to the viewers intelligence? The fact that it was a full sized thing in like 3 seconds too? No offense but wouldn't it be scarier to fight something small and newborn baby like instead of Grown Ass White Man #72

👎 Rooks facetracking shit was so gagworthy and bringing him back wasn't the tribute to the og movie like they wanted it to be. Remember how the big bang theory would make references by just naming randome nerd shit in succession? That's what he was. Just because you have a character come back doesn't mean it fits the theme of the movie you're developing.

👎 Rook's non-ambiguous characterization as evil. Just lame and defeats the complexity of the original character as well as how the synthetics have been developed.

👎 Her name is Rain and that's my name she wishes she was me so bad.

Rain was just so? Such an underdeveloped character who kicked ass and I appreciated her like? Waiting till Andy had seizure to help him out? I don't know. She just had no backstory or substance and Andy's whole character being there to protect her was fucking lame. Seeing her change that at the last bit was like yay development but then Andy gets killed so then it was just whatever.

Andy's character again, being there to protect Rain and not develop on his own. His disabilities being "cured" for most of the movie. Why the accent? Anyways I'm glad he was there because he was the shining star of the whole thing and even that felt a bit too on the nose as if they knew every one else was worthless.

The movie had a few jumpscares and the gore was nothing compared to ANY of the previous movies. Ultimately I felt nothing for the entire hour and half except for when the cousin got slimed, which I laughed. The mix of CGI was strange. 1 out of 10 as fuck! Do you think they're gonna make a sequel?

[sassykattery]

Rites and Rituals, Pt. 5

Well that was hot. Can I make it hotter?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: monsterfucking? (Use of demon forms), voyeurism, exhibitionism, cucking (I guess?), creampie, biting. Mention blood briefly.

Themes: Romance. DiavoloxMC. LuciferxMC. Sex.

Characters: Barbatos, MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy

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"Young Master, Mistress I–," Barbatos stopped short to see you and Diavolo passed out on the prince's bed, still naked and in your demon forms, both asleep. You were lying face down, leg kicked out and head laid to the side. Diavolo was partially on top of you, his head directly behind yours, nuzzling your hair.

It wasn't often Barbatos was caught off-guard like this, but he wasn't oblivious to what you and Diavolo did. It just wasn't like either of you to remain this way for long. But what Barbatos also found interesting was his reaction to seeing you in particular. There was something about your demon form he found to be extremely arousing, so quickly and quietly he shut the door, looking to find something else to occupy his time and mind until you two awoke.

There was a knock at the castle doors, so Barbatos attended to that, finding Lucifer on the other side.

"Good afternoon, looking for MC? I don't believe you have any meetings with the young lord today, Lucifer," Barbatos said, gesturing for the demon to come in.

"Indeed. She hasn't answered her D.D.D., and my brothers are driving me up the wall with some of the wedding tasks she asigned to us," Lucifer stated.

"Well, it may be a while," Barbatos said, his eyes shifting away.

"Ah, is she asleep?" Lucifer asked. "It's unusual consider– Barbatos?" Lucifer stopped when he saw the slightest hint of pink on the butler's cheeks. "What's wrong with her?"

"Go see for yourself," Barbatos stated, walking off to distract himself. Before Lucifer could ask, he was gone. So, he began to wander the castle in search of you. You weren't in the office, so he went to your suite, to which everything was still in place and your bed was still made. Finally, he had the thought to check Diavolo's bedroom, becoming slightly concerned.

Quietly, he opened the door to see what Barbatos must have seen. You two were still in the same spot, and truly, to Lucifer, you looked so beautiful like that. He approached, kneeling down next to the bed, just a foot away from your face. He reached out his hand to brush the hair away from your face, which caused you to stir, and your eyes fluttered open.

Instantly, you smiled to see your beloved, and he softly smiled back. Carefully, you detached from Diavolo and slid yourself off the bed, right onto Lucifer's lap, to where he ran his gloved hands up and down your naked back, kissing you softly.

"Hello, my love," he murmured.

"Mm, hi. What are you doing here?" You muttered back quietly.

"My brothers needed your assistance back at the House, but now I'm inclined to just stay here with you like this, my little demon," he replied, his hands wandering down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. His gaze drank in your naked demon form.

"Ah, well, I wouldn't mind, you know you're always welcome," you replied sweetly. His foxlike grin clued you in to his thoughts, so you slipped your hands under his shirt. You peaked up over the bed to see Diavolo still asleep, so you looked back down at Lucifer and attacked his mouth with your own.

*Lucifer grabbed a hold of you and gently reclined back onto the floor and rolled over to hover above you, now in his demon form, too. Quickly, both of you worked together to disrobe him and became tangled up in one another, little moans and gasps escaping. At one point his cock slipped into your entrance, and a louder moan escaped your lips, and your nails drug up his back at the pleasure.

"MC," he growled at you.

"Please," you whimpered, arching your back. He dove down to ravage your neck, thrusting into you faster.

"I've got you, dove," he muttered. He brought his lips back to yours, both your tongues lashing out at one another. Breaking the kiss, his eyes raked over your appearance, the haziness flooding your gaze, the redness of your cheeks.

His hands grabbed your thighs to bring them up and wrap your legs around his hips. Never having tried this with you, he reached up and gently grasped your horns near the base. You gasped and writhed, tightening your legs around his body, refusing to let him go.

"You like that, sweetness?" He whispered. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, and you nodded. His hands released them only to graze his fingers from the tip of your horns all the way down to where they met your scalp. A more pitiful and needy whimper escaped your lips as your eyes rolled back, wings tensing up and feathers standing on end.

"Mm, now that's sexy," Diavolo said from his perch on the bed. Lucifer side-eyed the prince. He was laying chest-down on the bed near the edge to watch you both, propped up on one elbow, chin held on his palm.

You registered that Diavolo had spoken, but it was far away as all you could think about were the volts of dazzling pleasure rolling down your spine as Lucifer ran his thumbs over the apex of your horns, right on the ridges, causing you to purr. No, not quite like a domestic feline, more like a cheetah, where your whole body vibrated below Lucifer.

Finally, you managed to look up through half-lidded eyes, glancing over at Diavolo, who smiled as you gazed at him. Lucifer quickly grabbed your chin with one hand, snapping it back towards him. "Eyes on me, pretty demon," he demanded, thrusting into you harder to get your attention, to which you gasped at the sensation. Your hands gripped onto his biceps, fingers digging into his flesh.

"That's it, darling, focus on who's making you feel so good," he mused. "In fact, say my name," he ordered.

"Lucifer," you whispered.

"Louder, let me hear your pretty voice," he demanded. Your blush deepened, feeling a touch embarrassed at his command. He saw your hesitation and smirked. "What? You don't want to moan my name in front of him?"

"Go on, darling, stroke his ego," Diavolo mused, watching you. You wanted to look back at him again, but you did your best to keep your eyes on the demon fucking you.

Lucifer reached back and forced one of your legs onto his shoulder, and then leaned forward to deepen the penetration.

"Ah! Lucifer!" You wailed as he hit your g-spot relentlessly.

"That's it, dove, just like that. You sound for pretty like that," Lucifer groaned. He ducked his head down to your ear and whispered, "Now, look at him and scream it while I make you cum."

Your eyes went wide, and he brought your other leg onto his shoulder, pressing your knees back into your torso as he bullied your cervix. Tears began to fall from the stimulation, and a choked, broken sob escaped your lips as you looked over at Diavolo finally.

"Luu-ci-feeer," you cried. Diavolo just watched in awe and a smirk, holding your gaze. The demon fucking you buried his face in your neck, biting into the crook of it as he came apart on top of you. He continued to thrust through your mutual orgasms, carrying you through as he filled you with his warm desire, so much that it was already leaking back out. Your hands dug into his shoulders, your nails beginning to draw blood as you clutched him as tightly as possible. His bite, similarly, nicked into your skin, red drops sliding onto his lips and tongue.

Moments after your climax released you, you still clung onto Lucifer, burying your face into his neck.

"Are you alright?" He whispered into your ear.

"Tired," is all you whispered back. You returned back to your regular form, feeling rather weak.

*Gently, his hands went under your back, and with his core strength, he sat up on his knees and then stood to his feet while you hung on koala-style. And then carefully, he placed you back on the bed. He unhooked your limbs from his body and withdrew from you, leaving to clean himself up.

Diavolo scooted over to you and kissed your temple. Unable to speak, you simply rolled over and cuddled up to him.

"Did we wear you out?" He asked quietly. You nodded. Lucifer returned and joined you two on the bed and then pulled you back over to himself.

Diavolo frowned, but Lucifer retorted, "You had your time with her. However, I do believe Barbatos was... bothered by something, you may want to look into that."

"Barbatos?" Diavolo asked. Lucifer recounted what was said before he found you both. Diavolo left you two to get dressed and investigate.

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Elsewhere in the castle, Barbatos furiously worked in the kitchen, doing anything to distract himself. He ended up creating a three-course meal enough to feed twenty people by accident, and when he looked around at what he'd done, he sighed.

"Hm, the last time you did this was when MC was nearly killed by lower demons, and you ended up making enough of your signature cake, even Beel didn't finish it, so what's troubling you this time?" Diavolo asked from the doorway.

Barbatos stared at the kitchen counter, combing through his thoughts.

"I wish you would have just told me that's how you felt," Diavolo stated at the lack of an answer.

"Surely, I don't know what you speak of, my lord," Barbatos replied coldly, retrieving plates.

"I knew you loved her, but I'm a tad surprised you desire her," Diavolo stated.

"It doesn't matter," Barbatos replied, keeping his voice even.

Diavolo crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Surely, you know I'd disagree with that. You haven't desired anyone in millennia, Barbatos."

"My lord, it doesn't matter, because how I feel only comes secondary to how you feel, and that is how it must be," Barbatos answered, a tad tense.

"I would think after all these years, you still wouldn't hold that opinion. I care very much about how you feel," Diavolo replied, softening. "I assume she doesn't know."

"No, and she won't," Barbatos stated, finally facing the prince and halting his work.

Diavolo's eyes widened. "You saw something, didn't you?"

Barbatos' eyes glittered with hints of emotion. Diavolo approached, standing on the other side of the kitchen island counter. "What was it?" The prince inquired.

"The last time you asked me to look at her present timelines, yes, I saw something. Sometimes, she reciprocates. Sometimes, she doesn't. In any case, she already has you and the eldest Avatar and holds the attentions of every other beast or being in all three realms. Surely, I don't need to add to her list of concerns," the butler quipped.

"You're worried she'll reject you?" Diavolo pressed further.

"My lord," Barbatos finally warned, "she is betrothed to you and Lucifer. Surely neither of you are interested in creating an even more complicated situation."

"You never asked if we were," Diavolo pointed out. "So, I assume that means we rejected the idea in other realities." He paused for a moment. "Barbatos, you've served me well over the years, I think the least I could do is offer you the chance to get something you want. I'll talk with Lucifer, and maybe you can find out for yourself," he said before turning to leave the butler to his thoughts.

Barbatos was rarely shocked, but he found himself rather nervous at the prospect of confessing himself to you like that.

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"Is she asleep?" Diavolo asked from the doorway to the bedroom. Lucifer nodded, still cradling you. "Let's talk in my office."

Begrudgingly, Lucifer released his hold on you carefully, and left you to sleep as he got dressed again and followed the prince.

Diavolo smirked as he sat at his desk.

"This should be good," Lucifer mused, seeing the prince's reaction.

"You know Barbatos loves MC, yes?" Diavolo inquired.

"I'm aware," Lucifer replied, unsure of where this was going.

"It seems as though he also has other feelings."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, "Other?"

"He desires her," Diavolo clarified.

"And what do you make of that?" Lucifer asked, a little unenthused.

Diavolo's smirk deepened. "I know you're not fond of sharing MC, however, I do think she may hold some amount of the same feelings. Or, at least, a version that is maybe a little more subdued."

"I think I'd like to know how MC feels about it before going too far with the idea. But does he merely want to spend time with her, or...?" Lucifer trailed off.

"I'm not certain. Barbatos hasn't been interested in anyone in at least a thousand years, so I'm not even sure what he would want out of a relationship at this point. But he made it clear that in other realities, sometimes she accepts his feelings, other times not, as well as sometimes we do and don't reject the idea," Diavolo replied, deep in thought.

"I see. Well, as we agreed, whatever makes MC happy, I'm fine with, but yes, I will admit I'm not fond of sharing her more than I have to," Lucifer stated, slightly uneasy. "I suggest we talk with Barbatos and then MC, to get a better idea of the situation."

Diavolo nodded. "Agreed."

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Thanks for reading! <3

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[nutal]

Drown The Scars

(Guitarspear One Shot for Guitarspear Week 2024 Day 6: Kisses!)

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Word Count: 1,859

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Possessive Behavior

Summary: Lute's tired, sore, and almost frustrated at herself in the aftermath of another successful Extermination day. She wishes she did more, despite having won. Adam suggests she relaxes, and comforts her in his own, weird, but entirely loving way.

Author’s Note: Dedicated to Guitarspear week day 6: kisses!

Originally posted this on an earlier date to anyone who might've seen it before, but made some small edits and adjusted it for this prompt in particular. :)

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Lute clenched her sore muscles, the fronts of her boots tugging up to the rod of the stool. Her skin, peeking through torn tights, was adorned with gold scars and scratches, stinging.

“Hey Lute, you know what you need?” Adam asked loudly over the bar chatter, cutting the workaholic wires in her head. He dramatically downed his shot, a tut and an overdone ‘ahh’ escaping as he slammed it down on the glass counter.

Staring at the gold-finished shelves of alcohol, she clutched her own untouched glass. "What?”

“A full-blown soak sesh—gettin’ your hair wet, relaxing those sweet gains, and dropping the tight-ass attitude for a night. Trust me, you’d love,” He made a slicing motion with his hand, his wing almost cocooning her from the opposite side. “the jacuzzis this place has. Like, uh, do I need to remind you where we live? Yeah, fucking Heaven. Maybe if you were less of a stuck-up cunt, you’d be having some actual fun.”

Lute’s gaze dropped to her knees. “I am having fun.”

An unconvinced frown digitized on his mask. “Really? ‘Cause you’ve been sitting here all night like you just got your period or some shit.”

Her other hand gripped the edge of the steel barstool, fingertips turning white. She found enough bliss on the battlefield—watching the filthy, red blood drip from the severed heads of sinners, raising them in the air. Past that, her focus was on revitalizing her strength as soon as she could, something which Adam didn't seem to care for.

“But hey, your call babe,” he added, shrugging.

***

It wasn’t that Lute wasn't capable of relaxing; it just… never lasted long when she did.

The marble ground chilled her rot-stained soles as she creaked open the glinted gate defending the area. Assuming she’d be alone at a time like this, she confidently stepped in. Adam likely had already crashed out and was drooling like an idiot on the torn-up couch in his room, ready to nurse a hangover in the morning. So, she was mostly unworried that he’d catch her actually trying his suggestion.

Then again, he hadn't had enough drinks earlier for his sobriety not to kick in by now...

As she neared where the pool and spa bordered, clearing past whiffs of strung-out clouds, she froze.

Of course.

Adam was reclined against the back of the warmly-lit jacuzzi, arms casually lounged out on the smooth ledges, looking off to the side, still oblivious to her presence—a relief.

Because Lute wouldn’t move—she couldn’t move.

Standing at a distance, she watched the steam swirl and fog in front of him, unfortunately clouding the full view of his features.

The towel securely wrapped around her clutched in her hands at the hem, tugging it up harsh towards her collarbone. Those urges she always balled up and swallowed down around him were rising, and fast.

Closing her eyes, she attempted to start a pivot and crush it all away, but her foot scuffed loudly before she could even start.

“HAH! Gotcha!” he exclaimed, jumping forward in his seat and pointing a finger directly at her. Pulling back, he adjusted to his original position. “Good shit.”

The soft guzzling of the jets got louder in the brief quiet as she pursed her lips. “Do you need something?” she asked, words coming out like venom.

“Oh yeah. You know—a seltzer, ribs. Maybe throw a nice back rub in there while you’re at it.”

Right when she was about to retort with a building snarl, his head went downwards, lips slightly parted, and eyes fixed up on her in such an unexpected pleading anticipation that rendered her speechless. With the beads of sweat forming on his skin, she could’ve sworn she was growing warm herself, even if she wasn’t half-submerged in heat like he was.

Adam blinked, breaking the mutually prolonged stare and abruptly forced a hardened expression, her own eyes drifting at the snap-back.

“Wheeelp.” He stretched his arms, folding them over his chest. “You gonna get in or what? Like, urghh,” He tilted his head back, jolting it up towards her instantly. “Lute, really. Stop standing there like a stoic bitch when you got the first man out and ripped right in front of you.”

He was not ripped. Bits of muscle were there, sure, but only because she was the one who always dragged him to train, and command for that matter.

“Plus,” he drawled, his finger tracing a slow, lazy path, sliding it up and down midair as if scanning her figure. “with a badass physique like yours, sucks that you don’t wanna show it off more.” He abruptly stopped his trail where the black bikini strap clad over her shoulder and the towel met.

“Sir.”

“I mean, there’s no way you aren’t dying to go for it right now.”

That was it.

If he wanted to test her right now, at the end of Extermination Day, when the bloodlust was merely the dust on her shoulders, so be it.

She exhaled sharply, her fists going loose into palms at her side, letting the towel fall to the floor and pool at her feet. Adam’s brows shot up, his wings puffing out simultaneously like crazy, a few golden feathers falling and floating gently onto the water.

Ignoring his reaction, she took a brazen step over and dipped her foot onto the first step of the tub. Slowly, she sauntered in and adjusted to the scalding whiplash against her skin and the concrete below her feet—which didn't take too much time, as they were literally in Hell earlier.

What took time was trying to maintain her composure when it sunk in. It didn’t occur how worse things would get now that she was at the bottom of the short steps, facing him unintentionally close.

Too close—more than she anticipated for a simple act of challenging his ego for once.

The pounding in her ears grew louder as she stood in front of him, trying to keep herself from staring too long.

While his eyes gradually drifted downward, he tugged his elbows up on the rim in admiration.

Her lip curled when the realization hit as to what he was so shamelessly entranced by, quickly covering her chest with her arms.

“Don’t block my view, bitch.”

Sometimes, Lute seriously didn’t understand why she liked him so much—let alone tolerated him.

A man that could not, and refused to get over himself for a second.

Still, her heart pounded against her ribcage, the warmness and the closeness screwing with her entirely, finally resigning with Adam’s demand.

“Hoooly fucking. Shit. Knew it was a good move nicknaming you ‘Dangertits’,” he broke out when her arms slipped away, taking her in for a second time. “But, y’know. My decisions are always top-notch.” His voice strained on the last word when he reached down with a renewed vigor, like he couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked his arms around the backs of her knees, cushioning together with his forearms.

Her eyes went wide as he lifted her, taking her into a straddle on his lap, water swishing from the movements. It earned him an involuntary, humiliating grunt from her that really got him going, making him laugh a bit.

“Now that’s straight-fuckin’-music!” he mused.

Damn it.

Adam shouldn’t have been right about how she felt. But, being touched by him like that felt… amazing—precisely what she needed right now.

His grasp moving to the curves in her waist did not make the trance any better, causing her head to tilt back.

She swallowed hard and lowered her head, refusing to show any more of the damage he’d done to her senses. “What. are you doing?” she uttered. Contradictorily, her knees clenched into the sides of his hips, sliding into the wet fabric of his shorts.

“Just showing you a good time. Seems like you really need it after pounding demon ass all day.”

“This is…” Lute's firm tone went small and uncertain as her gaze averted. His thumbs rubbed on her skin to provoke; it was working, well. “I don't know if I deserve this, sir," she murmured.

“Uh, woah.” He scoffed, his thumb pausing mid-motion. “Seriously? We really doing this right now? Yo, look at me.” His fingers drew up to her jaw, turning her face towards him. “You’re my top girl for a reason, and I’m gonna give this to you whether you think you deserve it or not. Got that?”

Her shoulders shakily slumped in utter euphoria at his words, small pools lapping at her sides. Lute wasn't known for losing battles, but, this was one of those few instances where she had, at a loss for words.

Loosely, he wrapped his hand around her neck, the touch tortuously enticing. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his eagerly.

His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he pulled her closer. "So take it already.”

The kiss he pressed into her was searing, tremors snaking through every part of her. In a fit of pent-up desire, she intertwined her fingers at the back of his neck, strengthening the hold with a trademark violence that he loved.

Seeping into him wholly, she couldn’t differentiate reality from the feeling anymore—that this wasn’t another one of those fantasies that kept her knocking her headboard late at night.

They parted, Adam breaking out into a hearty laugh amidst the low gurgling of the water, scanning her purely flushed face.

“You good lieutenant?”

All of Lute's senses heightened, hyper-aware of every place where his touch lingered, unable to even think it was so good. Somehow, she managed a nod even with her spinning head—annoyed and desperate for more. “...Yes,” she breathed.

His hand moved right under her ear, fingers threading up and through the base of her hair. "Fuck yeah you are, I know you are.”

"Less talking, sir."

He grinned at her finding her defiance again. “Sure thing, needy bitch.”

Pushing her lips to his, she let herself yield to the kiss, matching his intensity. Adam’s other hand slid down, squeezing the plush and muscle of her still-battered thigh. His clutch amplified the pain, but she took it with a twisted sense of pleasure. Her hands traveled below to the squish of his stomach, then up to his firmer chest, admiring it all.

Noticing the sudden tensing of his muscles at her touch, she pulled away slightly.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing catching up with the reality of her persistent affection. "Man, we gotta do this more often," he panted, satisfied but still yearning for more, like afraid it wouldn't last. "Your little stunts when you’re tearing suckers up are hot 'n all, but what you just pulled? Way hotter.”

She smiled smugly, but honestly. Nestling into him, he held her with a surprising gentleness in the aftermath. The moisture clung to them, enhancing the closeness as they lay skin-to-skin, droplets of ecstasy spreading.

"I wouldn’t mind doing this again. Only because you’ve convinced me," she admitted, to which he returned the smile.

"Knew I could. I've got skills like that."

This cocky asshole; how could she not love him?

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[ironbloodaika]

Happy Halloween 2023!

This is something long overdue. Even though I stopped posting my commissions on here that doesn't mean I've stopped getting them!

I've especially enjoyed getting Halloween commissions because those are really fun to conceive, order, and see made into reality. I've especially enjoyed getting them from Aeolus06 and he's never disappointed. Sadly due to me being between jobs I couldn't get any this year. :( That said I've decided to use this as an opportunity to show what I've got over the last few years and hopefully you'll love them as much as I do! :)

These first four are unique in that these were all from the same year (2020 to be exact). Since Aeo has a cool down period between commissions, I actually got these all done over a period of a few months. XD Took a lot of luck and prayer, but I got all the ideas I wanted done!

First one was probably the most complex, but was worth it because of how well it fit. Star, Marco, and Hekapoo from Star vs The Forces of Evil as AndrAIa, Matrix, and Older!AndrAIa from Reboot! Much like Matrix, Marco had a bit of age jumping that fit naturally (especially body types and eye scars). Plus Star and Hekapoo are shipped pretty hard with him so it was natural they dress as the different versions of Matrix's lady love.

Also, Fun Fact: Marco's scar/prosthetic eye is on the wrong side compared to his costume, but I felt it was better to ignore it than have Aeo flip the entire costume. XD

Next up we had some classic hotties from Canada, Lindsay and Courtney. Everyone with a pulse will know I'm a Courtney fan, so I'm always eager to give her some love. And while I'm not AS big on Lindsay, she's a fun character and I have some friends who love her too so I didn't mind them sharing the spotlight.

Obviously the theme/inspiration behind this pics conception is the fact Lindsay and Courtney pack the biggest T and A on the island respectively, so they needed some costumes to illustrate that. Thus we got Courtney as everyone's fave lady wrestler Rainbow Mika from Street Fighter and Lindsay as the boxing cheerleader Tiffany Lords from Rival Schools. Both ladies who kick ass and look good doing it! Give these ladies some love folks!

Another Fun Fact: This one took faster to do than I expected, mostly cause I didn't realize my refs were thigh high. In the end I feel it still looked good and didn't bother bringing it up. XD

Here's another cute couple and one I think deserves more love. Eclipsa Butterfly and Globgor are also from SVTFOE and honestly very sweet and adorable. While they're regarded as evil by less tolerant folk, they're honestly some of the sweetest characters you'll see on the show. I feel this is a nice contrast to their costumes, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. I went with the MK9 versions of their outfits since they were both modern and simple. Didn't wanna be THAT guy who commissions SUPER complicated outfits. I'm not a sadist! While later games would retcon Sindel into being just as evil as Shao (something thankfully corrected in MK1) I still feel this outfit and character works for Eclipsa, even if she and her hubby are as far from evil as you can get. XD

Final pic of this year is another couples pic with Danny Fenton and Paulina Sanchez. I ship these two and take no shame in it. This was originally gonna just be Paulina as Phantom Girl from Legion of Superheroes since the name and colors matched Danny perfectly. But then I figured just having Paulina in costume wouldn't be fair, so I had him dress up as Timberwolf, since I recall them having a few moments in the cartoon. A cartoon, much like this pairing, is very underrated. XD

Now to 2021! This was a fun crossover and and me deciding to avoid "themes" and combining two character pin-ups in one! Once again we have Hekapoo and this year she's dressed up as Otedamako. Who's that? Only my fave Monster of the Day from Sailor Moon! :3 To her side with have a humanoid Rarity showing off her darkside as Martha from Helluva Boss! This one came from the animated opening in G5 that had Rarity showing off some spiky teeth and a crazy look in her eyes. IMMEDIATELY brought Martha too mind. All and all, very happy with how these two came out!

And now to the prior year of 2022. By this point Aeo started coloring the stream commissions and honestly, it was worth the price increase. Dude is a machine! If this one has a theme it's basically me taking the waifus of my close friends (Chill, Terrible, and Raccoon) and dressing them as other sexy waifus. From left to right we have Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia dressed as Harlequin, the Harley Quinn of the Gods and Monsters film. A very hot/underrated design for a VERY twisted take on the character. Toga makes it work! Front and center we have Wilhamena Mettle from OK K.O.! as Starfire, specifically the comic book version for obvious reasons. XD Finally we have Juri Han from Street Fighter dressed in the tight leathers of Penelope Spectra from Danny Phantom, specifically her second form. Lot of specifics in this piece. XD

Final Fun Fact: Was tempted to have Wilhamena as Star Canary, the fusion of Starfire and Black Canary from the Batman/Superman comic. Very hot design. XD

And a bit of a bonus! I ended up really helping out a new friend on deviantART back in 2020 and got to get a bit of art as a thank you. Courtesy of XJKenny we have Meteora Butterfly, daughter of Eclipsa and Globgor as Mileena. Also her MK9 design, this not only works for Meteora herself given her story, but also matches up with her parents' costumes as well!

Well that's everything I wanted to share this year! This has been a rough year for me personally and for the world as a whole. But I'm hoping we can turn things around a bit with what bit of the year we have left.

Happy Halloween everyone! Stay scared and stay safe! 👻 🎃

[kfaem]

the day it all fell || Sylus Qin L&DS

pairing: Sylus x MC (Luna Do) (LATER) cw: zombie apocalypse au, no EVOL au, canon divergence, gore, violence, overall mature themes. zombies are walking dead like zombies notes: if people like this i might try and actually make something out of it lol. also the other guys will make their appearances so dont worry lol

6:24AM

"Luna? C'mon, Pipsqueak, we need to get to school. Grandma's already upset that you skipped yesterday." Caleb shook her awake. She scowled, burying her face in the comfort of her pillows. "Do you really wanna get her angry?"

Luna stirred, glaring at her brother. "I hate you; you know that, right?" Caleb smiled at her with a teasing glint in his eyes, satisfied that she was awake and that it wasn't his ass that was getting scolded. Yet. "I get it, get out!" She swung her legs out from under the warm blankets, the plush material hooking on her foot and tripping her.

Caleb cackled, even beginning to wheeze a bit as she slammed the door behind him. "Screw you, Caleb!" She huffed, kicking the blanket away.

"What was that, young lady?" Grandma's stern, unforgiving voice filled the house, forcing the two into silence. "And you, Caleb, better get ready for school. Neither of you have a good track record, and I do not appreciate the frequent calls from your principal!"

"Yes Grandma…" Silence once again filled the home as Luna dressed in a lazy outfit for the day, knowing that no one really cared what she wore. Except for Grandma, of course.

7:10AM

As both teenagers sat at the table, breakfast food situated on neat plates before them, they couldn't help but glance at their grandmother, who had skipped eating and instead taken to the dishes. "Grandma?" Luna started, ignoring Caleb's kick from under the table. "We're sorry for causing you so much trouble. We really are grateful for you."

Josephine sighed, setting down the dish she was scrubbing. "You both are quite the troublemakers, hm? Ever since you were young…" Her tired eyes held a feeling of love and sadness, looking back on memories long forgotten. "I'm the one who is grateful that I took in such loving children; you two really have given me quite the challenge." She said it with a gentle smile. "Now eat, both of you. We need to leave before 8AM today."

8:36AM

"Love you!" Luna called back to the vehicle, waving at her grandma. Caleb had long since run off, spotting his buddies before the car could even stop. "I'll see you after school, sweetheart."

She walked along the rock pathway, making a b-line for the stairs. A call of her name only made her walk quicker, bursting into a speed walk. "Come on, Luna! Please stop ignoring me!" The purple-haired teen whined as he ran after her. "I know I messed up, but do you really have to drag it on this long?"

"You cheated, Rafayel, I really don't want to fucking hear it." Luna spun around, glaring into his stupid, beautiful eyes. "I would expect you to know what the words fuck off mean, but evidently you don't."

"I promise, it was a misunderstanding, that girl forced herself on me-"

"Fuck off, Rafayel, I don't want to do this again." He sighed, finally backing off. Luna swallowed the doubt that began to grow in her throat, but she knew she deserved better, so she kept walking.

Sitting at her desk in the nearly empty classroom, she groaned, resting her heavy head on her desk. "Ms. Do, I see you finally decided to join us."

"Can we skip this whole bit? You know, the part where you tell me that I'm failing such an easy class, and blah blah blah… I get it. You think I'm oh-so-gifted and I'm wasting my potential, but really, I get this enough from my grandma."

"Actually," Ms. Jenna pulled up a chair, sitting opposite her. "I've been wanting to talk about your last paper, the one about ancient diseases." Luna let her head off the desk, meeting her teacher's eyes. "I know that literary arts have never been your thing, but I would like to recommend you submit it as your senior project. It's beautifully written and highlights the formation of modern medicine, might I add, your paper was one of the few that I've read that was entirely original."

She didn't have the heart to admit that that paper was written by Zayne, her childhood best friend, who skipped most of high school and went straight to college. "I-… I have other ideas, thanks though."

"Luna…" Before her lecture could start, the school bell sounded, and students began to trickle in. "Let's continue this after class."

"Sure," she mumbled, letting her head rest on her arms once again.

9:37AM

The sound of an alarm woke her up, but it wasn't a normal alarm, it was one of those alarms in one of those horror movies. She jolted up, shocked to see her class still in their seats. Ms. Jenna was still as stoic as she always was, continuing her lecture as she wandered over to the light switch, turning them off. Next, through her lecture on long-gone authors from before this century, she brought down the blinds. Finally, one of her classmates, a friendly girl named Tara raised her hand. "Yes?"

"What…what's the alarm going off for?" Tara had always been jumpy, at least from what Luna noticed. "I mean, it's been a few minutes and there's obviously a lot going on in the hallway-"

"It's nothing that concerns us in here, are there any other questions or should I continue?"

Luna raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Do?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

Ms. Jenna paused, sighing. "No, I'm afraid you can't."

"Are we in a lockdown?" She asked, finally tuning into the sounds going on in the hallway. "We're old enough to know these things, aren't we?"

The intercom sputtered, causing silence in the whisper-filled classroom. A loud shriek filled the room before a voice, the principal, came over the class. "Students, this is your principal. There is a rise in rage-induced violence going on at the moment so please remain inside your classrooms until we solve this issue. Please keep all doors closed and locked, and do not, under any circumstance, open the doors for anybody."

Just as quickly as the announcement came, it ended. Just like that, the class filled with 24 students and one teacher rose all hell. Some are demanding that the door be opened or that they need to find their siblings and friends. However, Luna remained seated, watching as her tough teacher began to sweat as a bunch of teenagers yelled, screamed, and begged.

She slipped her phone out of her sweater pocket, shooting Caleb a text.

Luna: do you know what's going on? why can't we leave?

Caleb: I don't know.

Caleb: I just saw a girl tackle someone and start to… eat them? I don't fucking know, but we've barricaded ourselves into the classroom.

Caleb: Just stay where you are, don't leave, don't make too much noise. Just let the cops get here and deal with it.

She sucked air in through her nose, looking around her classroom and the disarray it was now in. "Tara?" Luna stood, walking over to the girl, who was frozen in her seat. Tara didn't speak, instead handing Luna her cell phone. A live news report had red text running across the screen. Don't interact with any individual, regardless of their condition. Do not get near anybody with any form of bleeding wound or any individuals who resemble a regular, injured civilian.

"What the fuck?" She mumbled, pulling out her own phone to find the same message, which she forwarded to Caleb. "We need to block off the door or something, that's what Caleb did."

"Everyone, just sit back down! There is no sense in panicking!" Jenna shouted, silencing the countless voices. "We don't know what this is, okay? If we jump to conclusions, then everyone will just start to panic and make this so much harder to navigate than necessary."

11:51AM

Panic that once filled the classroom stilled, the students now sitting against the wall, their desks and chairs blocking off the windows and the door. Last she heard of Caleb, his phone was at 3%, and he was preparing to escape with a group of students. That was an hour ago.

A loud slam against the classroom door made everyone jump, some freezing and some covering their mouths to prevent any sound from coming out. A feral growl came through the crack in the door, a choked sound following it. Luna couldn't resist taking a peek.

What she saw terrified her.

It was a girl, a freshman, with blood staining the front of her outfit and her arms and face. Her eyes were gray, as if she were a corpse. A walking corpse. Upon seeing her, the husk of a girl became enraged, scratching and clawing at the door frantically. "Luna, get down right now!" Jenna reached for her, preparing to yank her down.

And then, a chair moved.

Then, a desk.

Then the door.

[raayllum]

I know you love The dragon prince and that’s great. I binged the show after season three released. I listened to podcasts about the show . I listened to yours and felt really happy when I found people who also liked the show. Unfortunately I fell of during the hiatus between season three and four. I am patient person but three years was long. Also I watched the show for rallylum and through the moon just kind killed my love for them.Then I found your blog and was really happy. Then I saw how you felt about the owl house and it bothered me. As a neurodivergent person the show made me feel really seen. I know it’s stupid to be upset about an opinion. As a person who wants to be an English major how do find parallels between relationships and characters. You talk about certain ones and I don’t see them at all. Your probably more seasoned as a writer than I am so

Ps : sorry this is long and hope tdp ends well in your opinion

Few things:

1) I'm also neurodivergent (hi!) - specifically Autistic - and I have also largely wanted to be understood my whole life, much like Luz (according to S3). While a show making you feel seen can certainly be wonderful, meaningful, and sometimes even life changing, to me that's not enough to make it a Good (per my subjective tastes) Show. That's not to say TOH is a bad show - far from it - but it's one that didn't appeal to my particular tastes due to 1) too many characters and not enough screentime, 2) a lack of theme (which many kids shows don't have a ton of because they're, y'know, for kids), and 3) all of the characters have very black and white morality, and that's just less interesting to me.

Being upset about opinions is very natural, and it's not stupid, but it is also important to acknowledge that 1) you can't control how anyone else feels or interprets things and 2) no one else can control how you feel or interpret things.

2) I adored Through the Moon. Rayla's tendency to leave (and why) is always a hurdle I expected them to have to tackle at one point, and given that it's her main character flaw, I'm really excited and happy with the way it's been handled so far and how TTM kicked it off. The graphic novel also really resonated with me in Callum's place, as I too have loved many of my loved ones through incredibly difficult periods regarding their mental health, and the graphic novel felt very honest about the toll that can take on both parties in different ways, and how love/support can help, but ultimately isn't enough if the person isn't ready (or willing) to start trying to get better. It's not an easy pill to swallow, but it is a realistic and important one and I've enjoyed how the show has continued that storyline with Rayla (and Callum) into S4 and S5

3) Being an English major is not for everyone! I know many people who love to read and who are very good writers where an English degree would not suit them at all. It's a lot of reading (by my final year, there were some weeks where I was reading an entire 400 page book roughly every week, if not multiple at the same time). It is also a lot of writing (and my professors regularly chewed me out for my grammar). You also tend to kind of double being a history major as depending on what you're reading, you learn a lot of the religious/historical/cultural context in order to understand the language, references, and messaging intended by the author (and then whether or how much to disregard it, lmao). Being able to analyze — to see connections between characters and themes in particular, but other forms of symbolism and messaging — quickly is probably the main thing that saved my ass and let me stay on Honour Roll throughout my undergrad.

I have also been writing pretty seriously for a long time (I 'started' at age 10 but only really count age 12 onwards, cause that's when I first started writing 70k+ drafts every 1-2 years for original WIP stuff). A lot of what makes a good writer is being a good reader, taking your favourite stories (books or otherwise — movies, musicals, tv shows, etc can be gold mines) and figuring out what works in them and why, or why you like them (or don't like them), etc.

For example: The Owl House is a primarily character driven > plot driven story. In book form, it'd likely be Middle Grade to early YA. It's interested in character relationships among the main cast (any of the more villainous characters like Belos are never given the same amount of development or screentime) and some mild worldbuilding. It has some social commentary (mostly on the school systems through Luz and mental health through Eda) and an overall theme of "being different is good," breaking away from abusive systems/dynamics, and the importance of solidarity.

If I compare and contrast this to TDP, The Dragon Prince is far driven in equal parts by the plot (because it's wholly serialized) and by character. It is also very thematically driven — most notably how to break intergenerational cycles of trauma and violence, but also self-destructive tendencies, abuse, responsibility, power, grief, and concepts of justice and punishment. This is also reflected in the fact numerous villainous characters (Viren, Claudia, etc.) share close to equal screentime with the 'good guy' protagonists and heavily explores morality across a decently wide spectrum. It thereby has a more mature tone in its subject matter and would easily be YA in book form.

Which is to say: the best way to get better at analyzing is to break characters down to their basic plot structures (Character A does this, they want that, Character B does this, they want that, etc.) and see what pops up (for example, in Avatar The Last Airbender, Aang and Zuko both cannot go home, and duel Ozai when they're 13 years old, ultimately refusing to be violent against their opponent). You can also look at similar personality traits (curiosity, selflessness, carelessness, etc). Practice looking at the stories you love and figuring out what works and doesn't work for you personally — and then go beyond relatability to look more at subtext and symbols. Some of the best things I've ever read were books that had nothing relatable to my personal experiences in them (like The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini), and that was why I loved them because they got to broaden my horizons.

[rlyehcityplanner]

FF16 Ending Theory and Themes (BIG OL’ SPOILERS)

Having now completed it, I’m gonna summarize my ending theory and what I think ultimately are the two core driving themes presented by the end

1. “Duty and obligation ties people together, sometimes to a detriment”

2. “The wills and wishes of people usually come to fruition even if it can take generations to achieve”

So we’ll start with the themes

1. As we see the Undying obligated to serve Joshua/House Rosfield sometimes to a fault, which Clive says basically verbatim to Cyril. Regardless, of whether they have noble intentions or causes, people can be led to a tragic or ruinous course quite easily by obligation and duty.

Clive himself, is duty-bound to serve by Joshua’s side, and he strives to carry on Cid’s goals of creating a more egalitarian world. This, despite Jill’s protests to him that he puts a large burden to do so, upon himself. 

Side-note: I have seen some criticism that Jill gets side-lined in the third act (yes, absolutely) but that by giving Shiva to Clive it robs her of agency. I think she made it very clear it was her choice to do so. Mind you, her other option was to keep using Shiva until she died, but I think Cid would agree that in itself was a choice as he wanted to create a world where people could choose the terms of their death. She still gives Clive shit afterward about him struggling to lean on others, and I think she has a clear an defined arc of seeking atonement herself. Jill is probably one of my favourite characters, period.

The narrative choice though ultimately of side-lining her unfortunately made a fair bit of sense in the third act, as she, like Joshua would’ve succumbed to the curse. Is it fair that narratively we let Joshua suffer longer? Perhaps not, but I think Jill chose to live, while Joshua expected to die and said as much (especially right at the end, and Clive just accepted his choice)

Gameplay-wise I would’ve been fine having a de-powered Jill as a party member, I mean Byron still kicks all kinds of ass despite being the most normal dude.

Back on topic now, 

Interestingly, Ultima parallels Clive in that he, like Clive, does everything in his (it’s?) power to protect his people. Ultima falls prey to duty as much as Clive does, Clive in the final battle calls Ultima out for being as flawed, and prone to poor decisions as his creations. 

2. This one I really liked because the wills of people Clive is constantly defending, and I realized it amounted to people’s “wishes” or goals. Cid has clear goals, to free the world of class strife, that is his wish/will. Jill begins the game, by making a wish upon Metia and the game is book-ended by Metia disappearing from the night-sky, implying Jill’s wish that Clive would safely return to her came true (strongly foreshadowed in several quests including Priceless where Jill essentially spells out the ending:  when the dawn breaks , you always come back to me or in another quest for Hippocrates where Clive receives a quill pen, and Hippocrates says he wishes Clive will someday be able to ‘put down the sword and pick up the pen’ and Clive replies by saying he’d like to write a book someday)

Similarly to Clive carrying out Cid’s wishes, or Jill’s wishes being implied to have come true, Ultima asks Clive what happens now that he has won? Clive anwers humanity will struggle, and things will not be easy. To which Ultima replies was it worth all the effort then? Clive [paraphrasing here] answers this by saying it may take generations and years but we will achieve what we set out to do

Essentially they’re saying collaboration and unity is possible but it will be a long hard-fought road and will come from the collective will of the people

which brings it full circle back to the more basic initial themes of “brotherhood” and “unity”

Now, my theory on the ending:

Well, I kind of covered it partially in the section on the ‘wills and wishes of the people’ I’ll elaborate further here

It’s pretty clear Clive probably survived, there’s a ton of foreshadowing (covered above) and there’s also the book in the after-credit scene to consider.

The author is Joshua Rosfield, but I don’t think the actual Joshua had survived. We can infer from all that foreshadowing Clive is likely the author, and using Joshua’s name as a pseudonym like how he used ‘Cid the Outlaw’ to perpetuate Cid’s goals and to honour him. So it’s to honour Joshua most likely.

The family we see I think may just be Rosfield descendants who passed down Clive’s book in the family

The only clue to whether Dion survives is that his Active Time Lore entry does not change, and we have seen Dominants survive worse situations. Narratively, I think it would be perfectly acceptable for him to have survived anyhow.

Our two suggestions to whether Joshua survives would be Clive’s insistence to never break a promise again and his attempt to heal him after the battle with Ultima. 

Based on the line that Clive says that not even Ultima’s power was enough, it’s likely Joshua didn’t survive. 

Also, I think Joshua having survived would undermine his own choice of having died on his own terms, he wanted Clive to accept it and carry on. Which I think Clive did.

I mean mid-battle, Clive takes a moment to grieve his brother, if Joshua survives, that moment also loses a fair bit of impact. 

But that’s just my interpretation. I think I’m gonna let this game’s story stew in my head for a bit as I really loved it but don’t want to overvalue it due to recency bias but damn, this one is sitting quite nicely.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Seventeen] Shoot for the Stars [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: plans are in motion. But when will Liv move forward? Stay tuned.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, animal death and consumption (boar), suggestive themes, massages, taunting.

No Minors Allowed!!

Despite the mid-morning sky being obscured, beams of sunlight lanced the wool-like cumulus clouds, seeming to beat down precisely on her shoulders as Liv of animal entrails from one area of the camp to the next. It was too damn hot.

With another 5-gallon bucket emptied, Liv groaned in annoyance and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a scrap of cloth. Day two of being a pirate was no better than the first; the only upside was that she was getting to explore the camp more, albeit there was always someone watching her. Today it was Carlos' turn. He didn't speak to her much because of the fight, but at least he wasn't calling her a bitch or poking her in the back with his gun anymore. Perhaps Vaas ordered him not to or maybe he was afraid Liv would kick him in the balls again if he started something with her. Either way, she was thankful. It made things easier.

With a sigh, she pushed the cloth into her back pocket and sauntered back into the camp; Carlos silently followed her. Liv took her time as she made her way back to the area where Barto was waiting, humming 'Video Games' under her breath as she attempted to memorize the layout of the camp. The pirates were not as sporadic as she assumed; some of them had the same jobs and took the same paths. Barto for instance was mostly in charge of hunting and gutting the animals he caught; boars were the primary food source on the island. He left the camp for hours at a time, so Liv reckoned that he was her best bet to escape; the second was to sneak from the camp, but having someone on her ass at all times was making the latter harder to accomplish. If she could somehow sway Vaas into letting her hunt with Barto then maybe she could take his gun and escape.

All I need to do is work on Vaas.

Halting the tune, Liv snorted in doubt. Convincing the pirate was easier said than done. It annoyed her that she simplified the entire plan to encourage herself to move forward. It was a bad habit of hers and honestly, she was scared that she had bit off more than she could chew, but it was far too late to back out. Her hopes had been stirred.

Worry about the details when you see the man.

Yesterday was the last time she saw him. Yada and Carlos were the ones who woke her this morning, ushering her from her cell. The latter didn't say much, but according to Yada, before he sauntered off to start his work, Vaas had his hands tied. Jason Brody was causing a mess on the Northern island and in the process, he was stealing his sunshine - as Vaas would say. Liv was a little upset to hear this. For her plan to work, she needed Vaas to be in a good mood. She wanted Jason to be safe, but unbeknownst to him, he was throwing a kink into her plan.

Liv wasn't sure what to do about this, but the next time she and Vaas had the chance to speak, she needed to worm her way into his brain somehow. Or at least move his focus onto her long enough to forward her plan.

Walking back into the small area where Barto was working, she curled her nose at the metallic scent of blood in the air. It wasn't her first time witnessing an animal being gutted, but she could never get used to the scent.

"Tell me all the things you want to do," Liv sang beneath her breath as she sat the bucket down next to Barto. The one he was working on wasn't full yet, so she sat down on the spare she had turned over and waited. "I heard that you like the bad girls, honey, is that true? It's better––"

"Who sings the song you are chanting, princesa (princess)?" Barto asked, looking over his shoulder at her for a brief moment. Drops of blood from the boar had splattered across his sweaty face; either he wasn't aware or he didn't care.

Liv was taken off guard a moment, then grinned.

"Lana del Ray. Have you heard of her?"

"No, but let her sing it," Barto retorted.

Carlos snorted in response and Liv narrowed her eyes. Fuck them. There was nothing wrong with her singing; she was just trying to make the time go by faster by entertaining herself as she worked. It was a shame she didn't have her phone.

"Careful hermano (brother). She might tell El jefe (the boss) that you are poking fun at her," Carlos mentioned.

"Forgive me, princesa (princess)," Barto teased, returning to his work.

Liv turned up her eyes. This had gotten old quickly.

"Can we just focus on the job? It's too damn hot for this."

"That's something we can agree on," Barto mentioned.

Carlos snorted and lowered his gun.

"It could be worse. You could be out there chasing down that fucking rich boy that's causing all this trouble for us. He freed the outpost near Amanaki Village yesterday and this morning he freed the Medusa. El jefe (the boss) is cabreado (pissed off)."

"Mierda (shit)! The Medusa?" Barto exclaimed. He stopped working and turned his attention to Carlos. "I heard about Amanaki Outpost but how did a little fuck like him manage to take the Medusa?"

Liv was so lost, but the information they were leaking was noteworthy. She pretended to stare at the blisters on her hands from hours of hauling the bucket around and listened to them talk amongst themselves.

"Vaas thinks that the Rakyat is helping him for some reason," Carlos answered.

Were the Rakyat the pirates had spoken about the true natives? Perhaps they had no choice but to initiate Jason to liberate them. By why? More importantly, she wondered if they'd help her escape the island. It was worth a shot if she ever came across them.

"But he's got something big planned for the Americano (American). The poor bastardo (bastard)," Carlos furthered.

Liv widened her eyes. Was this why she hadn't seen Vaas today? Her heart went out to Jason. Why did he not run when he had the chance?

He must have a good reason.

She wasn't going to make the same mistake though.

"¡Oye (hey)! Princesa (princess)! Time to move. We're almost done," Barto exclaimed.

Liv came to and turned her curious eyes to the said man. Break time was over. She stood with a tired groan; it was time to get back to work.

Soothing warm water poured down her shoulders as Liv quickly washed the soap from her hair. It wouldn't last forever, the PVC bag attached to the corner of the shower - a make-do structure made of corrugated sheet metal and wood - held 20 liters and she had been in there for a few minutes. Whoever the person was next in line to bathe was going to be mad at her; they would have to refill the bag and wait for the sun to reheat the water. But she didn't care. She needed this. Her hands were stained in dry flaky blood and her body was damp with almost a week's worth of dirt and sweat.

Removing it was a blessing.

Once she was clean enough for her liking, enough so that her pale skin was tented red, she stood beneath the water a moment longer in peace before she reached up and turned the switch on the nozzle off. Liv bunched her hair up and squeezed the water from it then walked over to her soiled clothes. As much as she opposed wearing them now that she just had a bath she had no choice but to. She dressed and then sauntered from the make-do structure, putting on her shoes that she sat outside; the clothes stuck to her wet body but she paid them no mind as she walked over to Carlos.

"I'm done," she uttered.

The said man hummed and motioned her forward. To where, she assumed, was her cage.

As much as she disliked Carlos for the trouble he had caused her, Liv hated the silent treatment much worse. There was no reason she and he could not be civil with one another; she wasn't causing him any stress, or at least she thought so.

"I'm ready for lunch and then a nap," Liv mentioned, trying to make light of the situation.

"You're eating with El jefe (the boss) today," Carlos stated.

She halted and looked over her shoulder at the man; her eyes were wide.

"What sort of mood is he in?"

"Hard to say," Carlos answered.

For fuck's sake. Liv took an uneasy breath.

"I don't know where he's staying. Can you show me?"

The pirate lowered his gun and motioned for her to follow him. He led her across the camp to one of the buildings that Liv had walked passed several times before and took her to the door. Before he knocked, he cleared his voice and turned to her.

"Word of advice, I'd put that ribbon back around your neck; Barto said he gave it to you."

"It's just a torn section of his shirt that he tied around my neck," Liv corrected him.

Carlos motioned to her neck.

"Where is it? Put it on."

Reaching into her back pocket she took the cloth out and tied it into a bow around her neck. She took it off to shower, and honestly, she didn't understand what it mattered. It was only given to her to show that she was a pirate.

Unless it wasn't And he gave it to me for another reason.

Liv grunted in annoyance. Vaas was too hard to read. There was no way that she not going to exacerbate his mood. She really should thank Carlos.

"I appreciate it. Without you, I'd be in trouble."

The said man snorted.

"You are extraño (strange)."

"I'll take that as a compliment, I suppose," Liv mentioned. She wasn't sure what he called her, but anything was better than bitch. "And no hard feelings for the beating you gave me. Barto says that a bruise or two makes me look feroz (fierce), whatever that means."

There was no doubt about it, she was insane. Or getting there.

"You have big cajones (testicles), princesa (princess). But don't misjudge me. I respect that you put up a fight, but if you ever try to run, I will be the first one to hunt you down and put a bullet in your head," he stated in a serious tone.

Liv agreed. She understood that he wasn't just trying to scare her; he was serious.

Carlos knocked on the door. A moment later it came open and Vaas walked out not wearing a shirt; Liv averted her eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been, hermano (brother)?"

"Ask her," Carlos retorted as he motioned toward Liv.

The said woman took an uneasy breath. It's not like she knew she'd be eating with Vaas today.

"I wanted to clean up."

The pirate eyed her critically for a moment noting her shy expression then hummed and ordered her to come inside.

Liv sauntered past him and took a quick look around as he spoke to Carlos. The setup reminded her of the one he had in the former outpost; there was a small bed and a desk with a laptop sitting on it. The room size and the pile of suitcases tossed against the far wall were new, however. Some were unzipped; their contents were spilled out on the floor. Had Vaas been looking through them?

Hearing the door slam closed the man in question sauntered over to the bed and sat down. He stretched his back and groaned then turned his eyes to her.

"Come here."

Liv tried not to show hesitancy as she walked over to the bed and sat down beside him.

"Do you know how to give good masajes (massages)?" Vaas asked.

"I can try," she retorted.

Was her comprehension of the word was correct?

I'm sure it is.

Vaas grinned and lay on his stomach.

"Make me feel good, querida (darling)."

Liv's face warmed up. Had he no idea how suggestive he sounded? Of course, he did. She took an uneasy breath and sat beside him, removing her shoes to bring her legs up under her on the bed. She had done this a few times for Noah in the past and he never complained, so perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. Clearing her throat, she uttered his name.

"Do you mind if I straddle you?"

"Are you gonna rub my shoulders or fuck me, querida (darling)?" Vaas retorted with a snort.

She tightened her jaw. Did he have to toy with her like this? She honestly didn't know what to say.

"Move your ass," he ordered.

With an uneasy breath, Liv leaned up on her knees and slid a leg over his waist. When in position, she tried to refrain from sitting on him, opting to hover instead. Some sort of lotion or oil would be ideal, but without it, she placed her hands on his back and began to gently massage him. Her eyes averted to his waist, at the empty holsters connected to his belt. It wasn't a smart idea, but drawing a weapon on him did cross her mind.

Stick to the plan.

"Don't be lazy. Put some effort into it," Vaas ordered.

Why is this happening to me?

Perhaps she was looking at the situation wrong. She had been searching for a moment alone with him to work on him, so maybe this was it. Liv pressed her weight into her hands.

"Let me know if you want it harder."

A grin graced the pirate's face but he said nothing. Liv worked her way up, kneading his muscles and taking her time on areas that felt tense beneath her fingers. Various scars etched into his skin caught her attention and she lightly ran her fingers over them; his warm skin was soothing her a bit.

"I've heard that scars carry stories."

Vaas hummed.

"Interested in getting to know me? Hmm?"

"I know next to nothing about you but your name while you know where I was born, my occupation, and the things I'm scared of. Is it wrong to be curious about someone?"

She honestly hoped that she wasn't prying too much. After a moment of silence, her face turned red.

"I'm sorry, Vaas. Forget I––"

"I like movies; all genres," the said man interrupted.

At least she was getting an answer. Liv grinned.

"Me too. Though horror is my favorite genre. Some of the movies are extremely predictable, but I love the concept nonetheless."

"Is this what it takes to get you talking, querida (darling)?" Vaas asked.

She hummed and slid her fingers up his spine to his shoulders and kneaded the muscles there.

"If it interests me I tend to ramble. You've been warned."

Vaas snorted.

"So long as you're not staring at me with those big fucking scared eyes."

This she could not help. He was unnerving and every time she spoke she felt like she was walking on thin ice. Was it smart to tell him this, however?

"I can... Try to talk more. I just don't want to exacerbate your mood."

"I'm already fucking pissed but you are talking to me," Vaas mentioned.

It's because of Jason.

Liv sighed.

"In that case, I won't stop until you want me to. And maybe you can tell me about some of these scars."

"You won't get it out of me that easily, querida (darling)," he stated.

She feigned a pout.

"Por favor (please)."

"Who the fuck is teaching you Spanish?" Vaas asked with a grunt.

He leaned up on his arms and glanced at her over his shoulder.

"I ask questions. Words will get me a long way with you, no?" Liv asked with a wink.

"Some scars are not worth the story, querida (darling)," he argued.

As if the universe was pushing her to stop prying, a knock on the door ended the conversation. Vaas grunted in annoyance and shouted for the person to enter. Yada came in moments later with two trays and grinned at Liv. The said woman turned up her eyes in protest; she knew what the pirates were going to taunt her about the next time she saw them.

For fuck's sake.

"Hop off," Vaas ordered.

She was thankful to move, sitting on the bed with her feet beneath her as Yada sat the trays on the desk, leaving a moment to bring back in a glass of wine and a bottle of water - how considerate. Vaas sent him away then stood and brought one of the trays to Liv.

"Thank you," the said woman uttered. As she expected, the boar from earlier was the main course. There were some vegetables on the plate as well.

Vaas grinned and sat beside her.

"Do I earn my happy ending now?"

For a moment she wasn't certain what he meant, but like a ton of bricks, the realization quickly hit her. Liv felt her face heat up.

"I'm not easy," she retorted quietly as she picked at her food.

"No, you are not. You are a fucking unpretentious woman until you kick one of my pirates in the cojones (testacles)," he mentioned.

Carlos had it coming. She needed to move away from this conversation quickly. Turning her eyes to the suitcases on the floor, she hummed.

"Did those belong to the hostages you brought here?"

"Unpretentious you are," Vaas teased. He took a drink of wine and answered her question with a nod. "You want something?"

Liv widened her eyes. Was he serious? She felt bad about tsking from someone else, but they had no use for the suitcases or their contents anymore.

"More clothes and... Feminine things."

"Want to look nice for your buyer, no?" He asked with a grin.

She knew that he was teasing her, but she shook her head regardless.

"I just want to look and feel nice, for me."

"You can look after you eat. You need the fucking protein," Vaas mentioned.

Liv was grateful. She took a deep sigh and poked at a piece of meat with her fork.

"But is it true? Do I have a buyer?"

Vaas grinned, a notion that made her uneasy.

"Don't ruin the surprise, querida (darling)."

Liv frowned in protest. How many times did she have to tell him that she didn't like surprises? He could have at least told her about the person.

Don't get upset. I'll be long gone from here before the buyer can take me.

She marked today as a victory. Even if it was a tiny bit, she managed to worm her way into Vaas' head despite him being pissed about Jason. She could do this; she could win him over. It felt right to put her bet on the pirate.

Her shot at the stars didn't seem as distant and unobtainable as she thought.

[minetteskvareninova]

Minette watches Medici, part 16 (Mass)

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Screaming, crying, throwing up. This season was underwhelming af, but what a finish!

- There were a few stupid moments, of course. Giuliano’s death was way too prolonged, ideological conflict at the core of the Pazzi conspiracy made no fucking sense, the swordfight between Lorenzo and old Pazzi was completely unnecessary, and so on. But overall it stirred emotions in me that I haven’t felt for a long, long time, and honestly it ended as well as it could have given the bellow average season that preceded it. Apparently, the dude who wrote this only worked on these two final episodes, and judging from his output here he’s the best writer in the staff...

- I am still kinda shocked that they managed to wrangle some actual themes from this mess, like Lorenzo being a living saint before that almost helped to make the point after he goes full on Nemesis mode? And if they stuck with the self-perpetuating Pazzi-Medici family feud as the main source of conflict from the beginning and didn’t try to add any kind of ideological component into it with the whole “true republic” bollocks, it could work absolutely splendidly. The point about self-perpetuating feuds was also kneecapped by the fact that Francesco didn’t have a good reason to turn on Lorenzo, leaving me almost cold during their final confrontation. Well, almost, because “cold” isn’t really an option when one is confronted with Francesco’s tousseled hair and face artfully covered in blood and dirt... As for Lorenzo abandoning his principles and Pazzi achieving a small victory in seeing that, I actually kinda liked it? They didn’t emphasize it enough in my opinion... But maybe it will lead to something later? Like in the next season that said I am not going to watch???

- CLARICE MY ANGEL. I COULD CARE LESS FOR YOUR DUMBSHIT HUSBAND, BUT YOU... She kicked so much ass this episode, I fucking love her. And her and Lorenzo fending off attackers together, maybe Lorenzo x Clarice deserves rights actually? Fuck, I AM going to watch season 3, am I not? Curse you, final episodes, why do you have to be so good?!

- This episode also made me feel for Sandro of all people! Imagine, me caring about Sandro! The fuck??? This writing is truly something else...

- The moment when mob turned on the Pazzi and backed Lorenzo was kinda overdone, like I wish his popularity with the people was actually well-developed and wasn’t just taken as a reflection of the objective truth that he’s just that awesome... But like. It is historically accurate, mostly? Lorenzo did prevail over the conspirators thanks to his overwhelming popular support, which in turn did stem from the things mentioned by the mob (support of arts, economic prosperity of the city etc.). I adore the scene in concept, even if the actual writing was piss poor.

- I was a bit miffed at the rando employee of the Medici getting all of that spotlight, especially since I don’t remember him even being there before - I mean, he could’ve been, but either way he didn’t have a big enough role to justify him being that big of a part of the climax. Heck, even the relationship of the Medici family to their subordinates in general wasn’t a big part of this season, so Nori’s death didn’t work for me at all. But, credit where credit is due, he is based on a real guy that really died defending Lorenzo from the assassins, so kudos to the writers for that!

- Another testament to the quality of the writing on display? I gave a shit about Gugliermo and Bianca! Their conflict first with each other and then with Lorenzo was short, but did kinda slap. The exile was kind of a non-resolution to their story, I guess if I am watching season 3 anyway, might as well find out what happened to them afterwards.

- To think a lot of this was indirectly caused by good old Ugo shanking his asshat boss fucking sent me. Though I guess the Pazzi really did shank Lorenzo, brother of Cosimo? Dunno, don’t remember who killed the older Lorenzo and at this point I am way too lazy to look it up.

- Overall a 4/10 season, would’ve been 3/10 without those final episodes. I most definitely do not recommend it, like there’s just way too much stupid for that, your life is short and with so many better period dramas out there, you’d just be wasting your time. That said, if you’ve watched season 1 and want to finish the series, I guess it’s not completely unbearable. Now, if you excuse me, I’ll be in my room writing the filthiest, sappiest, most self-indulgent Clarice x Lucrezia D fanfic you can imagine...

[imsosocold]

A very (un)comprehensive review of Thanks To Them:

You foolish fools, you thought we’d never return. But here’s the (non) long awaited sequel reaction of the TOH finale because it was way more popular than I thought lmao.

I, uh, initially planned to include OFF quotes in each review  post to collaborate with themes we got from each episode but I lost my quote list so we’re not doing that anymore. I’ll make a quote post for Belos someday though, promise.

Also we have no concept of time or order so if the reactions aren’t in the correct sequence of events oh well.

Lomes: Belos better go to Turballos this episode.

Jorah: Is that your qualification for TOH at this point?

Sunniva: When are you forcing us to do a OPM MA reaction post?

*I slammed my hand on my desk to try to look cool but I just made it red instead.*

Me: Foolish fools, you underestimate our purpose here.

Lomes: You’re playing around too much AA, you’ll become liberal at this rate. 

Sunniva: Not the worst verbal phrase fae has chosen to mimic. Besides, I’m surprised your interest in TOH has lasted this long.

Jorah: Stuff never dies with chir. Like with Minecraft Story Mode.

 Me: Foolish fools, I want some attention so we’re doing more dumb online stuff.

Jorah: Now I’m included! :D

Me: Behave.

Jorah: Say that to Lomes!

Lomes: Yeah, say that to me.

…

Sunniva: [ Noelle], your hands are all red now. Stop hurting yourself please

Lomes: Bang your head on the desk pussy. 

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Jorah: Why is everyone else forgetting Lilith was there during the whole Philip-finds-the-Collector-scene?  

Lomes: Yeah, it’s mostly her fault. Fuck your mother Lilith AUs.

Sunniva: Okay, that’s a bit harsh.

Me: Does Hunter even know Caleb was Philip’s brother? He only called Caleb ‘ a witch hunter’.

Lomes: You should know, you’re the one who’s following the show.

Sunniva: You know they struggle to comprehend stuff.

Me: Yeah, all I do is struggle.

Jorah: They have memory problems Lomes >:0

 Me: Yeah I have sooo many problems.

Lomes: I’m going to channel Technoblade to kick your ass.

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Lomes: All the Lunter fans cried at this episode lmao.

Jorah: I’m crying cause Luz’s dad is ugly >:(

Sunniva: YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT  HE’S DEAD AND THIS IS THE FIRST PROPER LOOK WE GOT OF HIM- 

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Lomes: This is powerpoint  presentation levels of quality.   

Jorah: Isn’t western animation a beautiful thing?

Me, watching Amity fall: ♪ Story of my life♪ 

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Jorah: There’s finally Spanish! And it’s actually subtitled :D!!

Lomes: What’s with all the sound effects though?

Sunniva: What’s with all the photos Willow has of her friends dating?

Me: “ Friends”.

Lomes: Imagine us having those.

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Lomes: Ugh, they’re pushing the Willow x Hunter ship sooo hardd.

Me: Ugh, shipping.

Jorah: Unless it’s funny.

Me: Unless it’s funny.

Sunniva:  Uh, Wally Darling x Gregg x Angus. 

Me: See, that’s just good.

Lomes: Okay,what’s ‘funny’ to you, silly goose, cause-

Jorah: I shipped Mae x Gregg x Angus…

Lomes: EXCUSE ME-

*Then they got into a fight about shipping I honestly did not care about and did not even attempt to record it.*

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Jorah: Imagine if Luz had to cover the Wittebros’s tale in her history class lmao. 

Lomes: Imagine if the TOH crew covered the Wittebros’s story in canon.

Sunniva: Can you guys try to be optimistic?

Lomes: You will not suppress-

Me: This is why we can’t do anything-

Jorah: Meow~^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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Lomes:  HUNTER FLAPJACK IS JUST A BIRD CALM DOWN!!

Sunniva: He’s been on Twitter too long. ( Said the Twitter user).

Jorah: Palismen rights!!!

Me: Palestinian rights?

Jorah: That too! :)

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Me: Just realized Belos was probably in the house during the breakdown scene.  Very awkward.

Jorah: What do you think he was doing offscreen all that time? Besides getting a sugar daddy.

Me: Abolishing the system and adding the rich’s corpses amongst its remains.

Lomes: Considering nerfing the human realm and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

Sunniva: Escaping from your purpose is impossible.    

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Jorah: Ok OK, I know Caleb is literally Connecticut Clark but it’d be funny if Belos fell for an opposite equivalent to himself as well in the Human Realm, who cares what species-

Me: The guy working in the gas station, slouched over the cooler with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. 

Lomes: Ah, gas station people, my favorite species.

Jorah: Have you been to Circle K?

Me: Their food is good.

Lomes: You got sick from their spicy chicken since you were doomed to be a basic white bitch even with your, admittedly split, heritage. 

Sunniva: Didn’t you ship Wilbur Soot and Belos [Noelle]?

Me:Oh yeah, I thought it’d be funny that when learning topical stuff, Belos got hyperfixated on the DSMP and ended up actually believing the roleplay was real, that Wilbur had been involved with some weird magic and managed to escape back to his home in the human realm; Utah.  He believes the videos were either exact records of Wilbur’s escapades or simple reenactments of it.  Cue humiliation and confusion when Belos tries to contact Wilbur. Or by coincidence the duo met at a Lovejoy concert idk.

Lomes: Either way Belos buys and wears DSMP merch.

Me: Definitely. 

( Somebody draw this).

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Jorah: ♪ Enby, enby.~♪

Sunniva: I love Masha’s fit.  

Lomes: [ Noelle], it’s you straight up!    

Me: I wish there was a Casa Batlló look to the museum… *******************************************************************

 Lomes: Our favorite occultist Nathan Fielder 

Me, hitting the desk again: Stop. 

Sunniva: I thought his name was Nathan too.

Jorah: Who fed you that lie? It had to come from someone!

Sunniva: More importantly, he looks like the MOTHERFUCKER WHO STOLE THE FUCKING YOUTUBE TO MP3 CONVERTER OFF MY CAR-

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Jorah: Glad that guy was dealt with. Just  imagine the fucking government. *＾ワ ^* 

Me: Conspiracy theorist or not, it’d make sense to both be freaked out by and be curious of a supernatural creature. His reactions are some of the tamer ones honestly. 

Sunniva: Think he’s related to the witch hunter Hopkins? 

Lomes: If so, no wonder he’s cray cray.  People would make his life a living hell for the shit his ancestor’s did.

Jorah: All Nathan does is take Ls.

Sunniva: He’s definitely the punching bag of the writers.   

Lomes: One guy criticized Dana’s writing too many times.  

Me: Dana watched one too many TOH critical Youtube videos. But honestly, he seems like a waste of character space and writing.       

 Lomes: Not all characters need to be deep or important. 

Me: With what little time they have yeah.

 Sunniva: It may be funny to laugh at him and feel smug over not being in the same boat but  we can easily fall for the same tricks. 

 Lomes: They did deal with the antivaxer better. It’d be cool if he was the museum caretaker.

Jorah: History coven duo!

Lomes: Belos x Nathan, the hate sink ship.

Me: No.

Sunniva: Belos and his curse x The Nathan Fielder-

Me: STOP-

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Me: Ah, Masha said the line the TOH fandom takes too seriously.

Jorah: I’m more focused on Willow’s costume, like yikes. ಠ-ಠ

Lomes: God, could they make it anymore obvious-

Me: ♪He was a boy.♪

Jorah: ♪She was a girl.♪

Lomes: ♪That song was misogynistic and homophobic.♪ Anyway, with all that laughing and ominous music- 

Sunniva: I’m still trying to figure out how the museum had the budget for that hayride, it was some Disney BS-

*Group groan* Disney 

Lomes: Fuck the mouse.

Me: No thank you.

Lomes: Not literally.

Jorah: Eat the mouse. Literal.

Sunniva: What do mice taste like?

Lomes: Chicken.

Sunniva: Why chicken?

Lomes: Every non traditional meat tastes like chicken.

Jorah: Do you think Flapjack tastes like chicken?

Me: I’m hitting the desk again. 

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Me: Why do you think there is still magic in the lake?

Jorah: There is a Titan fetus in the lake water. 

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Lomes: He said it so fruity. Oh no~    

 Jorah: I like the maniacal  laugh. ˙ྌ˙

Sunniva: Luz’s mom must have no idea what's going on. “ Wow Hunter, your costume is actually cool now.”

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Jorah: They killed Hunter’s support animal and only friend by having them flap uselessly in front of Belos, not even trying to fight, even though she was initially hiding behind the grave. >:(

Sunniva: The creators needed the angst. 

Me: No, see, Hunter hadn’t gone through enough pain, there’s a fucking quota that needs be met per a certain time frame. How else are people supposed to know that white people can feel pain?

Lomes: White people suffered a lot through history, you know. That’s why the show spent so much time on Hunter and Amity over characters like Willow and Gus.  

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Jorah: He’s not even screaming in anger over losing the Titan blood for the portal, he just needs something to the Halloween party or else he’s gonna lose support from his sugar daddy.

Lomes: “ No, Hunter! How am I gonna keep the bitches now? Everyone’s going to leave again.”

Sunniva: Okay, one of them tried to take the other down with them to water. Did Belos forget he can’t swim?

Me: My short, clumsy, memory loss having ass always going in the deep end while barely remembering how to swim. 

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Me: Luz and Amity need to break up at this point.

Lomes: You’re saying that cause you’re aro-ace spec.

Me: They’re just toxic, Luz never shares her thoughts or emotions-

Sunniva: People would flip out and call TOH homophobic and that they gave in to the pressure of Disney.

Me: Have Luz get with another female character then, like Willow.

Lomes: That’s what it’s been about all along-  

Jorah: I’ve always hc’d Luz as transmasc.

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Lomes: That was pointless.

Me: So was this post.    

Jorah: Check out Pigeon Pit and Crocodile Scissor Cut!

Lomes: Don't check any other work Noelle did. Let this be the last interaction you have with them.

Sunniva: How many more of these do we have to do?

Me: Uh, just TOH wise, three.

Another group groan!

[chaotomatic]

Hi! Yesterday i made this post about a theory i had about LOZ tears of the kingdom in which i somehow drag the seven heroines into this

Go read that rq cause this is p2

Anything for u, random citizen. Have my insanity on a silver platter 🥰🥰🥰

So we have a lot of pieces, so lets try to put them together. This is about to be a game theory video in text form, so if something sounds like a stretch ✨thats because it is✨

Anyways.

What do we know about the seven heroines?

Well, not a lot. We know that, according to the Gerudo historian Rotana, the seven heroines were 7 divine protectors of the Gerudo, and are a popular and well known legend.

She says that each heroine has a different power: skill, spirit, endurance, knowledge, flight, motion, and gentleness.

Idk about you but to me these sound like ✨dungeon prompts✨

We also know that there is Gerudo script on the sides of the statues, which reads “The Seven Sages”

So clearly the heroines and sages are connected, quite possibly the same thing.

But what about the 8th heroine?

Well, we know even less about her. We only really hear about her from incel-boot-guy who sends us out to go find her statue in the first place, and he himself didn’t even think the statue was real, only an urban legend. In fact, compared to the other seven heroines, the 8th heroine is a lesser known myth.

The 8th heroine is strange. Shes merely more than an urban legend, the Gerudo script on her statue also says “the seven sages” despite her clearly being the 8th, not to mention that for some reason shes been built in an inaccessible canyon in the middle of nowhere. And because WHY NOT, her SWORD is on the other side of the mountain range.

In past Zelda games, the sages have been 6 main sage guys and their leader, princess zelda, the seventh sage. The statue could be the leader of the seven sages, instead this time being a leader of the sages as the 8th. But thats me grasping at straws, really.

Now to drag all this nonsense into Tears of the Kingdom

Ganondorf is like. Here now? We only really see him in the first trailer. Ganon is cursed to be reincarnated as a Gerudo man for eternity, and im sure has made the Gerudo people suffer under his rule before. (If not teeechnically canon to the games ppl who know the older games better than i can fact check me)

So by that logic, we could be seeing a lot more Gerudo centric history in the new game. YES, the game’s clearly aesthetically centered around the Zonai, but the Zonai are not the only 10,000+ year old race around. The sheika and the gerudo have both been around for just as long if not longer. Much, much longer. Its possible the seven heroines were in kahoots with or were even apart of the Zonai and helped save the Gerudo from Ganon. Or not.

Again, im grasping at straws and then putting them into my zelda themed insanity puzzle.

But i think the most consise thing in this whole mattpatt knock off text dump that i can think of is this

Eight heroines. Eight sages. Eight tears. Each tear represents a sage, similar to the medallions from OOT. You go through sick ass sky dungeons to get them. Those tears contain energy magic shit you can use to repair the master sword and kick ganons ASS. Its gonna be sick. Also somehow shove the zonai and hylia and the cave paintings and time travel and ouroboros in there.

TELL ME YOUR INSANE THEORIES I CANT BE ALONE IN THIS.

But again.

Thats just a theory.

A GAAAAAMME-

Thanks for reading :>

@lurelinlink @polygenderroulette

[nucleo-bang-tan]

MAFIA SUGAR DADDY TAE SMUT I BEG YOU🥴🥴🥴

(In) Dependent (KTH Oneshot)

Pairing/s: Rich Mafia!Taehyung X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, lil' angst

Rating: 18+ Sexual Themes

Warnings: unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), slight tit play, sadist!Taehyung, dom! Taehyung, daddy kink, oral sex (both receiving), PWP basically, reader quitting her job, toxic relationship based on my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️, shitty ass writing, and ig that's it, unedited.

Word Count: 2.1k

Sorry @thvhoe if this wasn't what you wanted, not exactly a sugar daddy AU but almost there

You sighed looking over at the clock...10:23

Just 7 more minutes until your shift ends. You worked as a part timer at a cafe. You loved your job but being a cafe worker meant long hours of wait and the only busy hours being the mornings. Not that you needed this job but it just gave you a feeling of independence.

You started packing up, no one would know that you closed the shop a few minutes early right? You exited the counter, leaving your apron in the laundry. Just as you walked closer to the door a significantly loud crash followed by gunshots was heard.

Your mind went blank for a while and you just stood there processing the scene outside the glass doors.

A man lying in a pool of blood.

Gathering yourself, you quickly rushed outside, leaving the cafe unattended.

"E-Excuse me, c-can you-" the man tried to speak but was too weak. Calling 911 seemed like the foremost option. You kneeled down besides the man and scrambled your hand inside your pocket to look for your phone.

"I wouldn't do that, baby." You turned around hearing a familiar deep voice.

"Taehyung! He's shot, do something!" You got up and held your boyfriend's hand.

"Tch, such pity." Taehyung walked over to the man and squated near him. "The man who was once a billionaire, had a model as his wife, now asking help from a pretty little girl."

The so-called billionaire clutched his chest gasping for air, "P-Please, I'm s-sorry. Take this chain it's worth millions! But l-let me live."

Taehyung scoffed at him, "Oh, I'll take the chain alright." Saying this he yanked the platinum jewellery from the man's neck.

"Tae, what are you doing?" You squirmed looking at the slightly bleeding neck.

"Baby, it's that gang leader I told you about." He got up and kicked the man. "Don't worry it's all covered up."

"So this is one of your rivals?"

Taehyung smiled and nodded, "Should we head home now?" He ignored the man dying behind him.

"Mr. K-Kim!" He yelled grabbing Taehyung's ankle.

"These guys are so stubborn." Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and pulled out a gun. "Maybe if you weren't so cold while killing my men, you wouldn't have been here." He pulled the trigger. The sound made you visibly flinch.

"All done at the cafe?" He tucked his gun inside his coat pocket and you nodded.

The drive back to your home was quiet. You knew your boyfriend was mafia. He dealt with illegal materials and killed a lot of people. But you learned to live with it. That is until today; the first time you saw him kill someone.

You stared outside the window, watching civilization retreat and the roads were surrounded with dense forests now. His mansion was secluded.

Taehyung looked over at you, concerned about your behaviour. You were never the type the be quiet while around him. Always whining about customers and rejecting him when he jokingly asks you to quit your job.

He figured you were shocked after what you saw. He decided to talk to you.

"Hey Y/N-ah." He saw you recoil a bit and putting on a fake smile.

"Hey."

"About what happened today-"

"It's fine, I told you I don't mind your way of living."

"It isn't fine." His voice was slightly raised, "Don't say it's fine cause it isn't." He took your hand in his. "I'll make it up to you, I swear." He kissed your knuckles one by one putting a smile on your face, this time a real one.

Eventually his car pulled up in the vicinity of his mansion. Exiting the car, you rushed inside and upstairs towards your shared bedroom. You wanted nothing more than you curl up inside the covers and never get up.

However a hand much larger than yours gripped your wrist mid-staircase.

"I know you're mad at me but that man, he..."

"No, Tae." You were quick to cup his face. "I'm not mad at you, I don't have the right to be mad at you. I chose this." You intertwined one of your hands with his. "I chose us, you"

"I love you so much, you have no idea." He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. It was as if he wanted to savour every second of kissing you.

You pulled away only to find a teary eyed Taehyung smiling at you. "Tae? What's wrong?"

"It's really stupid. You can have any normal guy but you settled for me, a killer, a smuggler. Why?"

"Because underneath all that crazy, is a man who needs me."

You wiped his stray tear and kissed him again, his time deeper and full of love.

"Babygirl, you sure you're not mad at me?" He looked at you reassuringly.

"Daddy, I love you. It'll be okay." And that was the last straw.

A day full of stress and dealing with his business had Taehyung dried out from exhaustion. All he needed was you, just you.

He quickly lifted his prized possession (you) in his arms and headed straight upstairs towards your room. You couldn't help but giggle at his sudden display of eagerness.

"What's so funny?"

"You and your stupid horny dick."

Taehyung just smirked and threw you onto the bed after entering.

"My dick is funny?" Climbing to be over you, he took off his coat & shirt to toss it across the floor.

"Off, everything!" He licked his lips.

"See so horny." You obeyed, grinning at his behaviour.

Taehyung would never not be nervous when seeing you naked. You belonged to him and he knew that but you being in such a vulnerable state made him even more possesive.

"You've got a big mouth, baby." He got off the bed to clumsily remove his pants and belt seperately after you were completely exposed for him.

Getting on top of you again he yanked your arm to get you on all fours.

"Who's stupid and horny again?" He asked running his belt across your slit.

"Shit, you!" Smack!

"Who?"

"Me!" Another smack. "Me daddy!" You hissed out.

"As much as I want to stop punishing you for calling my dick funny and stupid, I'm so sorry." You could hear the smirk in his voice. He landed a few more hits on your ass before he was satisfied and threw the belt away.

At this point you were shaking, leaking all over his expensive sheets.

"Look at you, slut. You even got my belt wet." He clicked his tongue, "Wasting such a precious thing."

Without any warning, you felt his tongue lick straight lines from the bottom of your thighs all the way up to the source. He moaned loudly tasting the sweet nectar.

"I bet a lot of dealers would love to buy this." You felt yourself clench at his words. "Too bad someone else will have ruined you."

"Fuck, daddy please ruin me." Satisfied, he dove his tongue right into your cunt, deeply. The more he lapped at his paradise, the more he got to hear your beautiful moans.

He could barely handle his rock hard cock tenting in his boxers, hearing and seeing you like this.

He continued delving his tongue deeper and wanting more, he could argue that he was enjoying this more than you. You felt that he neglected your clit, so you slowly slipped your fingers amongst the folds only to get flipped again by Taehyung.

"Did I fucking tell you to touch yourself?" His being hands cupped your breasts, the view itself being too sinful to watch.

"I-I'm sorry." You pouted.

He didn't even listen to your reply before taking your perky buds within his teeth. Taehyung knew he couldn't resist looking at your tits for long. You instantly moaned loudly at the sudden pain.

"Gonna cover you up with my mark, would that be fine?" He went straight for your sweet spot. "How will you go to work tomorrow? People wouldn't like to take their coffee from a slut." Biting hard he proceeded to mark more of you.

Your breath was shallow and you could barely nod your head.

You wanted to see his angry cock. Feel it inside all of your holes.

"Tae, I want to feel you." You spoke gathering your breath.

"Such a cockslut you are. Wasn't my dick stupid?"

"Please..."

He kissed you and his hands went to his boxers getting rid of them. The two of you were naked and at mercy of one another.

"Suck." Was all he had to say to make you obey.

You got on your knees and stared at his red tip for a while. Taehyung's cock was the best you've ever had. He was blessed with length as well as girth and he was not afraid to use his privileges on your cunt.

"Well, what're you waiting for?"

Grabbing his base which barely let your thumb and middle finger meet, you started stroking it. He hissed and held your head to slowly let his dick inside.

"Fuck, baby. Choke on it." And choke you did. Taehyung could barely form any words when you started bobbing your head up and down and gagging on his cock.

You cupped his balls and rubbed them simultaneously.

He moaned in his deep voice which had your pussy gushing.

Taehyung needed to cum and he wanted to cum inside your pussy.

"Baby, that's enough, on your back." He yanked you up by your hair.

You were so eager for his manhood that you couldn't even hide it. He was quick to cup your boobs and shove his tongue inside your mouth.

Gathering your slick from your folds he pushed his tip in making you moan. It was always too overwhelming to take Taehyung inside you.

"So big, daddy." You said between the kisses.

Taehyung hummed, smirking, "I know and you're going to take it all."

He didn't wait for your approval instead he pushed his entire length in and started moving. You nearly screamed at his action.

He loved seeing you like this. Call him a sadist, but he did.

He slowly picked up pace making you a mess. The sound of skin-slapping added to your arousal.

"Are you close? You're clenching." You nodded.

"Cum inside me." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him flush against your chest.

You couldn't hold it in anymore, one more thrust and you were creaming on his cock. This was the sign for Taehyung to chase his own orgasm. He moved both of your legs to be on top of his shoulders. This newer angle put him over the edge and he launched the fattest load of his seed into you.

Kissing the soles of your feet as he slowly thrusted his cum deeper into you, "You're so beautiful baby. So good to me."

Still resting his length in you, he laid beside you leaving soft butterfly kisses all over your face. You nestled into his chest and hummed being satisfied.

You tried to turn to your other side but your boyfriend held you firmly in his arms from behind.You couldn't help but smile feeling his morning wood inside you. He pulled you closer when you tried to move.

"Quit moving or I'll make sure you can't go to your job today." His deep rattling voice made you shiver.

"I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"How about I take a day off from work."

"Really? And why is that?" He chuckled. "Was daddy too hard on you?" He cooed.

"I'd rather stay at home. Be dependent on you and we'll spend the whole day together.*

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll quit my job."

Was Taehyung hearing things? He quickly pulled out and turned you over to hover on you.

"You what?"

"I'd like to take up your offer. Be my sugar daddy, spoil me. I'd like to be dependent on you for my entire life."

Taehyung cupped your cheek, "Y/N, are you sure?" He couldn't believe that the independent ass girl he knew, to whom he asked millions of times to stay home, was finally giving in.

"Ofcourse I am. You can be the bread earner. I'll be waiting home like an obedient wife and be naked in bed. You can fuck me after a long day of work." You smiled, "It'll be perfect."

"More than perfect." He went over your words, "Wait wife?"

"Propose to me you big baby. I want a huge stone on my finger." You said playfully.

"I'll definitely make a wife out of you." He smirked.

[pleasantanathema]

Dirty Old Man

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.

           “I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.

           You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.

           He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.

           “You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

           The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.

          You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.

          “Got something to say, kid?”

          Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.

          “Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.

          He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.

          “So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”

          “You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”

          “I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”

          You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.

          “I’m not some fragile maiden.”

          “I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”

          The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.

          Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.

          A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.

          “Well, well, look at you, kid.”

          Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.

          You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.

          A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.

          “You’re a fucking pervert.”

          “Never said I ain’t.”

          He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.

          “You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.

          “No.”

          He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”

          Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.

          He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.

          “What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”

          You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.

          “I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”

          “Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.

          Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.

          You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.

          Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.

          Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.

          You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.

          “I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”

          You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.

          “You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”

          You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.

          “Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.

          “W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

          “You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”

          Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.

          “I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”

          You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

          “Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”

          You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.

          Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.

          “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”

          You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.

          “You always get this wet when you’re around me?”

          “Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”

          His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.

          “Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”

          “I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.

          “Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

          You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.

          Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.

          Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.

          “Not bad, kid. How about another?”

          You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.

          “Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”

          Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.

          “I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”

          You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.

          It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.

          “Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”

          Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.

          “Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.

          You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.

          The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.

          “Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.

          Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.

          “Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.

          “I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”

          “N-no, but it…”

          “Feels good, yeah?”

          You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”

          “I’ve been around, kid.”

          Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.

          “My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”

          You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.

          You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.

          This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.

          He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.

          He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.

          “Can I touch you now?”

          “What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.

          You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.

          “Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”

          “I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”

          He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.

          You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.

          Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.

          “If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”

          “You’d run away if you had my life, too.”

          You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.

          “Suppose I would.”

          He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.

          “Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.

          “I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”

          He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.

          Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.

          “I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.

          “I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”

          His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”

          “Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”

          He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.

          Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.

          “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”

          Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.

          God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.

          “Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.

          The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.

          “Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”

          Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.

          “F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.

          “You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”

          All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.

          His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.

          “You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”

          You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.

          “You hear me?”

          You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

          The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.  

          “Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.

          “Fucking. Say. It.”

          Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.

          “Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”

          You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.

          “That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”

          He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.

          “You like getting slapped around?”

          You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”

          The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.

          Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.

          “F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.

          Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.

          “You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”

          “Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

          His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.

          Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.

          “K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”

          He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.

          It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.

          Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.

          Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.

          “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”

          You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.

          “You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.

          “Mhm, more than alright.”

          “Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”

          Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.

          It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.

          “You gonna take me home?”

          He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.

          “Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”

          “You sure you don’t want to keep me?”

          “Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”

          “I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”

          “You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”

          You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.

          Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.

          You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.

[tryingmybestpls]

Golden

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Reader and Bucky go through different stages of the Reader’s pregnancy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, giving birth

Two Months

Y/N had been mulling over how she was going to tell him since she found out a week ago. She had thought her anxiousness and worries would have faded away after she saw those two little lines on the test. No, they had only increased ten-fold, only worsening when she went to her doctor and got an official test. Her stomach tossing and turning when the doctor told her that she's been pregnant for eight weeks. Y/N was now stuck with the most important and difficult part of this whole thing-telling Bucky Barnes that she was pregnant with his baby.

How does one tell an over one hundred year old super soldier that they're going to be a father?  Getting a tiny Brooklyn Dodgers onesie made? Too cliché. Make some awful pun themed dinner that might include "buns in the oven"? Might go over his head. Hand him the sonogram that she had gotten after the pregnancy test just to be sure? He's from the forties, what the fuck is he going to know about a sonogram?

Y/N was terrified over he was going to react. Bucky was barely getting used to the world, barely getting used to having control of his own mind. And while he had been doing a lot better and he makes sure to take care of himself, Y/N didn't know how he would handle the stress of a baby. Did he even want to be a dad? Y/N didn't even know if she wanted to be a mom, but she know that somehow it felt right. They've never even talked about having children and now-well they were sort of past the point of thinking about having kids.

The whole situation made her want to vomit, and she was pretty sure it wasn't just from the morning sickness.

Y/N eventually landed on telling him over dinner. Nothing too fancy, just the usual place they always go to so that Bucky wouldn't think anything was up. All day long as she sat through meeting after meeting, her date got closer and closer, and that dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach grew with every second. Y/N felt like she was going to vomit by the time she met up with her boyfriend back at their apartment. Luckily, Bucky talks the entire car ride to the restaurant, complaining about something Sam did that day. She uses her training for good, covering up her nervousness with a neutral face.

They made their regular small talk as they sit in the back of the restaurant at their usual table. Y/N orders her usual lemonade while Bucky orders a Coke. They share a basket of bread and Y/N hopes that the carbs soak up the acid that keeps threatening to rise up her throat. Each time she wants to bring up her news, their waitress would come up with refills, an E.T.A on their food, or just to ask how they were doing. And each time, Y/N would glare daggers at her back once she was turned around to walk away.

Then their respective plates of pasta were placed in front of them. Bolognese for Bucky, arrabbiata for Y/N. While usually she immediately dives into her plate, the way her stomach is twisting and turning, she's unable to eat. Y/N pushes her pasta around with her fork as she works up the courage to talk to him. She just didn't know how to say it. All she knew is that she had to say it. Y/N puts down her fork, moving to wipe her now sweaty hands on the cloth napkin on her lap as she looks up at him. Bucky was raising a pasta laden fork up to his mouth as she opened hers.

"I'm pregnant." She finally blurts out. Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, barely audible over the noise of the other guests at the restaurant. She was afraid that he couldn't hear her, afraid that she was going to have to say it again. But by the way Bucky's eyes widen, she knew that he had heard her loud and clear. He lowers his fork, mouth opening and shutting.

"I-What? You're-What?" The super soldier asks, looking from her face to her stomach and back to her face. Y/N felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach, the blood draining from her face.

"I-I'm pregnant. I found out last week." Y/N manages to get out, still looking down at her plate. Her eyes started to sting and she tried to blink her eyes rapidly in order to keep her tears at bay. Bucky's silence is deafening and Y/N wishes she could run out of the restaurant, but it's like she's glued to the chair. She wants him to say something-anything, but he is silent. Y/N is about to say something when he holds his hands up, almost in defense.

"Wait. I-I don't want you to be upset. I'm not mad-I just don't know how to put my feelings into words. I'm happy. I'm really happy. I just-You know I'm not good with words." Bucky finally speaks, stumbling over his words. Her eyes widen and she quickly looks up at him.

"I-Really?" Y/N asks, the knot her stomach slowly unraveling. Bucky nods, a small smile appearing on his face. This time the tears that are filling her eyes from happiness.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know anything about babies or raising a child, but I'm sure I can figure it out." Bucky jokes, his metal hand fiddling with his utensils on the table. Y/N feels a million times better, a huge weight being lifted off of her shoulders. He looks up at her again, "I'm happy, Y/N. I am."

"Me too. Me too."

-

Four Months

As Y/N walked into her apartment, the only thing on her mind was kicking her shoes off, taking off her bra that was digging into her sides, and taking a much deserved nap. Her meeting had ended early and with Rhodey not needing help with anything, she had decided to return to her apartment. Yet, with not even a foot inside of the apartment, she was immediately greeted with an argument.

"No, what I am saying is you're painting wrong." Bucky snaps, which makes Y/N's eyebrow raise. Her boyfriend wasn't in sight, but he certainly was in the apartment somewhere. She sets her things down, walking over to where the arguing is coming from.

"How the hell can I be painting wrong? I'm putting paint on the wall. The wall is getting painted." Sam fires back and Y/N has to force herself to not laugh, covering her mouth. She stands in the doorway of the guest room, taking in the sight in front of her. The floor and furniture was covered in plastic tarp, blue painting tape lining the white molding and outlets. Painting supplies littered the room and standing in the middle of all of it were two idiots, both of them holding paint rollers covered in a light sage green paint.

"I'm sorry-what's going on here?" Y/N questions, motioning to the two of them and the mess in the room. Their heads snapped towards her, nervous smiles spreading across their faces. They looked like two kids that have been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Hey doll-uh fuck-surprise." Bucky announces a little defeatedly while Sam gives a one handed jazz hand. Y/N laughs, carefully stepping into the room as the 106 year old man tries to explain, "I-We were going to surprise you by painting the room. Why are you home so early?"

"My meetings ended early and I am extremely surprised. Thank you and thank you too, Sammy." Y/N says sweetly, smiling at the two of them. Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and Sam chuckles. While the men may not see eye to eye all of the time, Sam has been a great help to both of them. The man had some knowledge about babies and children, being the proud uncle to two little boys, and he had been trying his best to put some of Bucky's worries at ease.

"I'm just trying to be a really great uncle." Sam teases, which makes the super soldier roll his eyes.  Bucky didn't have any living siblings and Y/N's teammates were the closest thing she had to family so it was going to be Uncle Sam, Uncle Rhodey, Auntie Pepper, Auntie Wanda, and so on and so forth. Their little patchwork support system that they were incredibly grateful for.

"Do you two need any help? I can't because I am pretty sure I'm not supposed to be inhaling paint fumes. But I can give Peter a call, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Y/N offers, grinning from ear to ear. She knows that both men weren't exactly best friends with Peter Parker, both of them having gotten their asses handed to them by a teenager. Y/N didn't have any issues with the kid, hell she talked to him on a weekly basis. He reported to her every Friday, filling Y/N on his week. While it had first started as him telling her what Spider-Man did, it soon turned into a three hour long meeting that included take out while he filled her in the weekly drama and tales of him and his two friends. And every Friday when she would return to the apartment, Sam and Bucky would greet her by calling her traitor.

"Jesus-No, we are okay doll. I think we can manage, right Sam?" Bucky asks, looking at the other man. Sam just nods, holding his paint covered roller a little higher.

"Yeah yeah I think we will be okay. This room will be done in no time."

-

Seven Months

Y/N watched from her seat at the kitchen island as Bucky moved around the kitchen, attempting to make dinner.

Y/N had been put on bed rest due to the fact that the Super Serum that had affected Bucky's DNA was causing the baby to grow at an accelerated rate. Seeing that this is going to be the first baby born with the serum (that they know of), the doctor wanted Y/N to be cautious.

Bucky, had taken the doctor's words incredibly seriously, going so far as to not even let make any food, like he is doing now.

"Bucky, baby, I can help you, y'know." Y/N tells him as Bucky attempted to follow a fairly simple recipe for marinara sauce. It was already going south pretty fast. He hadn't bought the right type of tomatoes and hadn't chopped nearly enough garlic. She kept herself from micromanaging the whole thing, but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

"Doll, I used to make dinner for me and my sister. I think I can handle this." He replies, setting the knife he was using to chop up the yellow onion aside. He scoops up the onion in his hands, moving to toss it into the big pan on the stove. The onions sizzle as soon as it hits the olive oil covered surface of the pan.

When Y/N had told Bucky she was craving pasta, she had kind of meant that they would just pick something up. Bucky had decided that he would make the meal himself and Y/N, once she saw how excited he was, didn't have the heart to tell him that she had wanted take-out.

It was actually sort of sweet, seeing him trying to hard to make this meal for her. All he wanted to do is take care of her, take care of their baby. She loved cooking for him for the same reason. It was a way to show her love, to show how much she cared about him and he just wanted to do the same.

"Alright, Barnes. I believe in you." Y/N responds, smiling at him. She just watched as he cooked (and occasionally danced to the jazz music that was playing on the record player). It didn't matter if the meal sucked, Bucky was just trying his best to take care of his girlfriend and their child.

But for the record, the meal did suck.

-

Eight Months

It was a sight, seeing them together.

Bucky held their daughter close to his chest, bouncing her carefully as the light started to filter through the blinds of her hospital room. A smile was stretched across his tired face as he moved from side to side, cooing to her softly. His hair was a mess, his clothes incredibly wrinkled. The morning light surrounded the two like a halo and if Y/N could, she'd take a picture of them. A picture of her family.

Their daughter had been born a month early, which wasn't too surprising considering with how fast she had been growing. Although it was a shock when Y/N's water broke the night before while they were sleeping. Then Y/N had spent most of yesterday in labor, finally giving birth to their sweet baby girl-Rebecca Natalia Barnes, named after Bucky's little sister and Y/N's best friend-in the evening. Bucky had started crying when Y/N had told him that she had wanted to name their daughter after his sister, not thinking that Y/N would have wanted to pay tribute to his long dead sister.

"Look Rebecca, mommy's awake." Bucky says softly, looking over to where Y/N was laying in her bed. The Super Soldier grinned at her, still rocking their child. Y/N smiled at the two of them, shifting on the bed so she can sit up a bit more as her boyfriend walked over. She looks up at the two, her heart swelling with the way Bucky looks holding their daughter.

"Hi baby." Y/N says hoarsely, the bundle of pink shifting and squirming in Bucky's arms. She holds her arms out, silently asking if she can hold Rebecca. Bucky carefully places the newborn into her arms before he pulls the plastic chair closer to the bed, not wanting to be too far from either of them.

"I can't believe she's actually here." Y/N announces softly, taking in every detail of her daughter's face in the early morning light. She had Bucky's blue-gray eyes and his nose, but her hair. It felt weird to see her, felt weird to be holding her. Y/N felt like she was dreaming, but the pain she had gone through the night before-the pain she was still feeling now-had made it real.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Bucky asks, looking at mother and child interacting. Y/N nods, tears filling her eyes as she looks down at her daughter. She presses her lips against Rebecca's forehead, taking in that baby smell that every parenting book seemed to mention. Bucky is still smiling, looking at the two, "My two beautiful girls."

Hours from now, the hospital room would be filled with friends what were more likely family, wanting to share this incredibly special moment with the Y/L/N-Barnes family. Rebecca would be introduced with her aunts and uncles, each one of them getting a chance to hold and introduce themselves to the newborn.

But for now, for now, the three of them were alone. The three of them sat together in this room, all getting used to each other. Nothing else existed outside of this room, nothing else mattered outside of this room. All that mattered was that they were together.

[oldonenow]

Naughty Halloween

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Fem!reader x Bakugou x Kirishima

Warning: Dubcon,sexual themes,dom!bakukiri,sub! Reader,oral,anal,deep throat,slut calling,spanking,begging,hardcore,and just a mean Bakugou!

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“Hmmm what should I wear? Do you like this better or this one?.” The two boys sat in the bed while glaring at the two dresses you hold up. One of them was a red short dress and the other one was a black short dress but would show more then just your cleavage. The dress would hug your body and show all your beautiful curves especially your ass! You would look so-

“No. Not the black one.” An angry Bakugou choked out. Even if he tried to act tuff,You could still see the slight blush on his cheeks.

“Oh come on you don’t even know how it looks on me!” You said frustrated. You already knew which dress you wanted to have on the Halloween party. You had already decide but still wanted to ask them what they thought. They are your boyfriends after all and have been in a while now. You knew they could easily get jealous but still you wanted to tease them a little.

“No. You not going out in that dress. All the other guys is going to look at you and your body and not going to keep their mouth shut.” He stood up from the position he was sitting on and took his hands in his pockets. “You know how angry I would be if one of those dick heads even lean a finger on you. So it’s a NO. Come on take the red dress and let’s go” he finally spoke before stomping out of the bedroom.

“I-I’m with Bakugou there,maybe you should just take the red one babe” the red hair male said with a awkward laugh in the end. You let out a loud sigh before going to the bathroom to change.

You looked at the two dresses. The red one was beautiful but not as much as the black one. So you took the black one and change to it quickly. I’m mean what are they gonna do?

It was after all a Halloween party so the meaning of it was that everyone was going to dress up to someone or something. Bakugou was suppose to be an werewolf but then decided to just take a black expensive suit and so did Kirishima.

They looked really good so it was only fair! You also bought a diadem with two horns to symbolize the Devil’s. You looked you self in the mirror and pushed up you boobs before leaving the bathroom.

The two boys were already waiting by the front door and when you showed up they suddenly looked like to tomato’s. You smiled at them and got closer.

“Ready to go?” You teased ‘em.

“I-I told you not to wear that dress Y/N!” Bakugou shouted. Kirishima just stood there in silence while his eyes search you body. Damn you looked good.

“Well I did anyways. Now come on I don’t want to be late!”

And with that the three of you took off.

———

The amount people there was a huge!

Some people were taking drinks at the bar in the corner of the house and some people stood a side talking to each other. But most of the people were dancing or flirting with another.

The house had two floors. The first floor was were everyone was dancing and the party took place. At the second floor there were two bathrooms and three bedrooms. From the front door you came from the sight of maybe three or four people was upstairs and the rest was downstairs enjoying the party.

You knew some people at the party expect from Bakugou and Kiri. It was Mina,Denki,Uraraka and Izuku or they were the one you knew would come.

You saw Minas pink curly hair in the sea of people. A large smile crept up you face before you made your way to her. And leaved the two boys for now.

———

“Fuck I fucking knew she would look hot in that dress” bakugou hummed for himself but loud enough for Kiri to hear. “Yeah man,and she’s all ours” he said with a smile. The two boys were glaring at your dancing form from the couch there were sitting on with one beer in their hands. When suddenly-

“Hello there sexy. Want a dance or a ride?.” A man behind you said.

You froze in chock but then turned around to the man. He was a completely stranger from what you knew. “I-um” you were about to say no when you thought how funny it would be to tease your two boyfriends in an other level.

“Sure I can take a dance if you don’t mind” you said with a flirty voice. The stranger smiled and nod at your respond. He took you hand softly and dragged you to another part of the dancing platform. And now the two men could see you perfectly from the couch. To tease them a little extra you got even closer to the stranger.

Bakugou and Kiri knew that you hade been drinking a bit but you still knew what you were doing. How did you have the nerve to even let the man wrap his hand around your waist. And with that Bakugou placed down his drink roughly and quickly stood up and made his way towards you,The same did Kirishima.

You were about to ask the stranger something when two strong arms lifted you up in the air and over a strong shoulder. You knew it was Bakugou.

“Hey what are you-ah” a hard smack landed on your ass cheek. “Be quiet slut”.The words made a shiver while he dragged you upstairs and Kirishima right behind.

Bakugou kicked up the door to one of the bedrooms and threw you on the bed.

Kirishima was quickly closing the door behind him and got closer to you. He was already hard of the thought of fucking you in one of the bedrooms at the party and making you scream from pleasure and pain.

Bakugou quickly hovered over you and cupped one of your breast through the clothing. You could feel his thick member already hard. He got up and sat on on his knees looking down on your small figure.

“Heh really thought we wouldn’t notice hah?. Oi shitty hair how do you think we should punish her?” He let out a small laugh. “Well with that bratty attitude of hers,I think she can earn something in her ass don’t you think?”

A large smile crept up on Bakugou face at Kiri’s thought.

You were already sopping wet and it didn’t help about the thought having two big cocks buried inside you.

Soon Bakugou started searching for the dress’s zipper on the back. When he find it he slowly tolk it down. Bakugou roughly tugged down your dress to reveal your now bare breasts.

Kirishima slowly made his way in to the large bed too,And kissed you roughly. He’s teeth dug down your under lips and let out a grunt.

Bakugou hade already taken off his pants and boxers and reveled his thick cock leaking pre-cum on the head.

“Suck” was the only word he came up with and you waisted no time to do so. You got up on your fours and took one of you hand to stroke it softly before giving the slit a lick and took him in you tight throat.

Kiri got behind you and spread you cheeks apart to reveal you sopping cunt. He’s middle finger immediately stroke you little clit.

”Awww the little slut is already so wet” he said before bending down to lick up you juices.

Chocking and soft moaning filed the room.

You deep throating Bakugou and Kiri eating you up.

You felt your self getting close to your climax when Kiri suddenly stopped.

“Ah ah, not now princess. Maybe later you get to cum” he said with a smile. Bakugou not long after pulled out from you mouth and a string saliva was between your mouth and his cock.

You looked behind you and saw Kiri sitting on the bed and leaned against the headboard. He waved at you to come and sit on his lap. And so you did,Turning around with your ass out and made you comfortable in Kiri’s lap. He didn’t have his pants on by the time so you took you hand and stroked him a bit too.

Bakugou got up behind you and kissed down your neck and a hard smack landed on your ass. A loud moan came out from you throat.

“If it hurt too much just say stop and I’ll stop,okey?” You nodded in respond.

You felt kirishimas cock at you entrance and slowly made his way in you tight pussy.

“Damn that little pussy taking my big fat cock so well!” Kiri whispered in your ear. He’s shaft only slipped in further and further inside you. You could feel Bakugou’s middle finger sliding in you ass before he added another one.

“Must get you nice and ready before I shove it in eh?” Bakugou said with a sarcastic laugh. You could only moan at the friction they were getting you.

Kiri let you cock warm him while Bakugou pumped two fingers fast in your ass. “F-fuck it feels good” you said with a lewd face. “Just you wait until you have two cocks stuffing you full”. The ash blonde haired male said.

After some minutes your ass was nice and ready for Bakugou’s cock. He spread you ass cheeks apart and spit before grabbing his member.

He teased his cockhead at the entrance and slowly pushed in. It did hurt. A lot. You thought Kiri saw that cause he started to play with you tits. Pinching them sometimes and got you nipples nice and hard before sucking at them like a baby that want milk.

You were lucky that Bakugou were the one stuffing your ass full. Fine he was huge but kiri’s was extreme,It was almost like he’s cock didn’t fit inside your cunt.

You felt Bakugou go further inside you and soon he got balls deep. You got some time to adjust both of them and then started moving your hips like signal that they could start moving. You felt Kiri start fist bucking his hips against yours. Not long after Bakugou started moving and slapped your ass hard.The pleasure took over you and all you could do was moaning.

“A-ah this is what you get for m-m messing with us” Bakugou grunted behind you. You could feel Bakugou so deep inside you,And your eyes started crossing and your mouth formed an ‘o’.

“Please! Please go faster oh my gosh!” you cried out. You felt your climax get closer and closer.

“Yeah you want us to go faster then beg more slut” Kiri mound.

“PLEASE,I want you to stuff m-me full of your cum!!” Both of them started moving faster and faster.

“Fuck shitty hair I can feel you!” Bakugou grown. You could feel Bakugou reaching his limit. He’s nails dug into your hips.

“Fuck,Cum on my cock baby,cum!” Kiri said while pumping into you. Your climax finally reached and you came all over he’s cock. Bakugou came not long after inside your ass.

———

“God that was good!” Bakugou said out of breath.

“Yeah that was fucking amazing. You did so good for us!” Kiri said with a smile on his face. The three of you were so tired of the intense sex. Your pussy and your ass all stretch out.

“Heh ready for a round two babe,you think you can handle it?” Bakugou said with a grin.

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~🕳 👩‍🦯~

[nochuvalencia]

𝐁 𝐁 𝐇 𝐌 𝐌 - jjk

I was basically inspired by these ^^^ pics of jk bc wow hot hi

⚠️ ALSO QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this is my first fanfic on here so it might be terrible but enjoy anyway. ⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: reader x crimeboss!jk

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: bitch you better have his money.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: ABSOLUTE SMUTTY FILTH heh angst too ig

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 11.9k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: long haired tatted jk, that’s it, that’s the warning, uh kinda sketchy plot hsjsjsj, WOW ANGST ASF at the beginning tho, dub!con towards the middle don’t hurt me, fuck or die ig, gunplay????? yeah????? jks BLATANT OVERUSE of pet names, dacryphillia, major-ish character death, describing the injuries on a dead body, jk has a sir kink ig??? um excessive over exaggerated choking bc jks hands yum, explicit seggs, rough jk, he’s kinda mean, dom!jk, sub!reader, oral m&f receiving (facefucking on both ends), coochie sniff if you squint, coochie slaps if u squint too, spanking, OVERSTIMULATION, unprotected seggs, degradation, he calls her a bitch once idk, other bad names, praise too ig, jk gives an ultimatum, SLIGHT aftercare, he kinda like switches from flirty to murderous like a bunch of times it’s kinda weird, jk has an impossibly huge shlong obv, contemplating death, super mature themes, reader is a BIG fucking crybaby, overuse of the word fuck, corruption kink at the end if u squint super hard, also DUB!CON in case you didn’t see it, at this point I should just write what it doesn’t have

“If you’re not out of my house in 3.4 seconds, I'm dragging you out by the testicles” you uttered, your alarmingly calm voice laced with raw brutality as hot tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your arm outstretched and pointed toward the blinding light of the hallway that contrasted with your dark bedroom. You said nothing more, with your eyes trained angrily at one of the four blank tan walls nearby, not possibly being able to bear speaking to or sparing a glance into the eyes of a cheating whore. The woman you had just caught him with scurried past you wearily, a terrified and confused glint in her eyes as she passed your frigid frame sans underwear, with her sparkly silver pumps dangling from her fingers and a wrinkly silver dress hanging limply from the clutches of her other hand. The man in question shuffled cautiously around the bed, clutching the exposed parts of his body and approaching you with extreme hesitation and outstretched hands, as if trying to calm the already blazing flames of your fury. He laid a cold, rough hand on your shoulder squeezing softly, a motion that once brought you comfort but only added the all consuming hatred that bubbled up inside you akin to ravenous bile filling up the pit of your belly. “Did you not hear what I said? Get out.” You spat, glossy eyes still pointed toward anything but him.

“____ please” he croaked, like the slimy frog he truly was, his voice dripping in false agony which only neared you closer to the brink of undoubtedly committing an act of extreme violence against that man. “Please baby it wasn’t-'' you blanked. He was about to make an excuse. A stupid, rediculous, horrible, completely false excuse which you had absolutely no patience to hear. So you snapped, harshly shrugging your shoulder and sending his arm flying back to his side. He stepped back, ceasing his incessant chatter as he stared at you, a surprised expression painting his “pained” features. He wasn’t accustomed to you acting like this, you were never one to raise your voice or act out in any sort of way so he stood there, eyes widened in dumbfounded silence and you took this chance, bending down, scooping up as much of his discarded clothing as you possibly could and throwing it in his face, your rage bubbling over into something much more carnal as you inhaled deeply through your nose.

“Shut the fuck up and leave!” He scrambled to catch as many clothes as he could and was taken aback by your abrupt outburst. He stood silent once again though this time, he was making the face he often made when forcing himself to cry. It was the face he made around his mother to get out of family responsibilities. The face he made around his friends when guilt tripping them into buying him drinks, and now he's using it for you. To guilt you into taking pity on his pathetic actions which merely was the catalyst for your unforgiving violence. In an instant you were behind him, heaving him out of the door with your bare hands, pushing with all your might, using the immense pain coursing through your limbs as motivation to drive his beefy frame further and further out of the bedroom, down the hallway, into the living room and closer to the door yelling “I said leave! Leave! Now!” Pushing harder and harder with every word you choked out. The tears began to flow faster, clouding and distorting your vision as your face contorted into an expression of pure anguish until finally, he was forced out of the open doorway and into the main hallway of your apartment building. You promptly slammed the door in his face and the only thought traveling though your mind was ‘thank god she left that door open’ because you wouldn’t have been able to force him through it otherwise.

You stood silently for a few seconds, back to the door, face still slick with tears as the cool wood on your back shook senselessly with every beat of his fist and muffled shout of his voice crying phrases like “____ open the fuking door!” , “this is my apartment too baby come on” and other variations of the sort. Your mind was empty while you remained there, letting the harsh reality sink in like the slowest molasses. You allowed that man, that pig, to take 10 years of your life. 10 years of your prime. 10 years that you'll never get back no matter how much you beg and plead for it. Come to think of it, you had shaped your entire life around him. His influence was there no matter how much you wished it wasn’t. His residue staining your life like the blackest ink of which you would never be able to rid yourself. At the surfacing of these thoughts, you’d finally broke down and cried, like ugly cried. Broken heaves and sobs escaped your throat until you felt like you were suffocating as you slid down the door, not caring if he heard your wails and whines of torment on the other side of the polished mahogany. You actually hoped he did hear, you wanted him to hear the anguish and grief he put you through. You wanted him to hear you cry out all of your attachment and love for him until there was none left, so he knows the tears flowing from your body hold all of the affection you harbor for him. All ten years of attraction flowing out in a gigantic tsunami of grief that can only end in a new start.

Your mind played through all the memories, and the small amount of good times you had with each other while you sobbed mercilessly, also coming to the realization that he never did anything for you. Ever since you were 14 you’d been changing everything about yourself for him, while he merely lived his life, dragging you along like a supportive little puppy and rewarding you with cheap token gifts and mediocre sex once in a blue moon.

He wanted to attend university in your hometown so you abandoned your dream school, which accepted you, to attend a closer college. He made the decision to study abroad, so you had to drop everything and move to Australia for him. He wanted to wait to have kids so you froze your fucking eggs for him. He got a great new job at a large company in Asia, so you dropped everything again and moved to South Korea. You learned Korean for him. You have the same friends as him. You even cut a few family members off because he was “uncomfy” around them. He wouldn’t even go down on you because it also made him ‘uncomfy’, which should’ve been a red flag from the start. You did all of this bullshit in the haze of love. The promise that he’d reciprocate all of it in affection and adoration, which he didn’t, and now you’re sitting in your living room bawling your brains out because you were too lovestruck to see the signs.

After sobbing hysterically for what seemed like hours, you’d sat limply in front of your door, slouching back onto it as if it were a plush armchair and staring blankly into space, your mind completely empty. Feeling overwhelmed and exhausted beyond belief, you leaned forward, groaning in anguish as your tired muscles cried out in distress after being immobile for more than four hours. Crawling over to the couch, you tiredly flung your nearly paralyzed body onto the soft cushions with a sigh, not even bothering to pull the fluffy throw blanket over your body as your entire frame began to steadily shut down. Before your eyes completely shut, you caught a glimpse of the clock perched on the wooden tv stand which read 11:11 and scoffing quietly as you thought to yourself, ‘I thought that was supposed to mean good luck’ and you gave in to the delicious expanse of slumber.

You were startled awake by the incessant pounding of your now ex-boyfriends fist on the door, again. For the past 4 days since you’d forced him out, he’d show up outside your door at the ass crack of dawn just banging on the door profusely, as if that would persuade you to open it an inch. He had a schedule, he’d come at 5am, before he went off to work, then at 12:30 on his lunch break, then again at 9:45 just to make you miserable before you went to bed. You’re actually surprised the neighbors haven’t complained to the landlords yet. You tossed the blanket off of your sticky body, kicking and thrashing wildly due to the annoyance caused by that nuisance.

You cried more times than you can count during these last 4 days, especially during the times he would attempt to win you over with sappy shit like “baby, you’re my everything, you’re all i’ve ever wanted”, the lyrics to one of your favorite songs or, “you’re my forever ____, you can’t just throw 10 years away babe” to which you cried about for 3 hours after he’d said it, after realizing that he actually wasted 10 fucking years of your life. Anger bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you listened to the repetitive banging of his fist and at this point you had enough and came to the decision it was finally time to pack his shit. Stomping into the living room, you grabbed a necessary box of bags that sat on the coffee table in the center of the room, figuring you were ready to use it. With a final nod of your head, you marched into your shared bedroom and opened all of the cabinets and drawers that contained the plethora of his belongings and flinging them on the floor, grabbing the box of xl trash bags you’d snagged on your march in here and started tossing things in left and right, not caring about the brand name or the state of the fabric or anything for that matter. All you saw was red as your eyes welled up with tears for the first and probably not last time that day.

“I can’t do this” you sobbed out, voice hoarse as you fell to your knees, ignoring the rugburn that was soon to form on those areas as your shoulders shook with every harsh breath you took. You had been dreading this task. Dreading it only for its significance that once you packed all his things and tossed them out, your relationship would be truly over. You definitely didn’t want him back but this would be the first time you’ve been alone in 10+ years and you were not certain you were prepared for that let alone wanting it. Inhaling shakily, you sniffed, ridding your face of any moisture as you cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of chardonnay from your anniversary that fell on the week prior and venturing back into the closet to resume your task. You weren’t much of a drinker but for this task, you’d need a bottle or two.

A few hours later, he’d finally went off to work and you sat in the doorway of the closet, drunkenly dressed in the wedding gown you were made to be wed in this summer still combing through all of his clothing and tossing them messily into a bag that laid open on the floor beside you. You took a swig from the bottle, hissing softly at the satisfying burn that seared it’s way down your throat and rubbing at your puffy eyes with the knuckle of your index finger. The closet was mostly bare, except for a rack with some of his clothes and one rack of semi-expensive clothing his cheap ass reluctantly purchased for you and you glanced around, catching a glimpse of some ugly floral fabric in the corner of the small space. Getting on your hands and knees you reached a limp hand out, taking hold of the horrendous fabric and dragging it out with a groan, eyes wide at the surprising heft of the object in your hand.

It was a pillowcase. A pillowcase full of something brick shaped. You raised an eyebrow quizzically before reaching into the bag and pulling out a fat stack of cash. Taking a sharp intake of breath you paused, staring blankly at the wrapped wad in your hand and cocking your head to the side. You peeked over into the bag after a few minutes, eyes popping out of your skull as they feasted on more huge stacks of money. It was Korean currency but there had to be at least 250k USD worth in the entire sack. You furrowed your brows, tossing the money back into the pillowcase forcefully as a tornado of thoughts whirled in your mind. Had he been saving behind your back? Was he planning on getting rich then eventually hanging you out to dry for some younger girl? How long has he had all of this? Where the fuck did it all come from?

You looked back at the money then back at the corner you found it in, squinting as you spotted some more ugly purple fabric. Crawling behind the clothing earnestly, you managed to fish out 4 more pillowcases full of money. You stifled a laugh, having never been in the presence of so much currency, you guessed it had to be more than 1 million dollars. You smiled for the first time in 4 days, lips curling up into a wide joy filled expression as you dumped all of the money onto the rugged floor of the closet. With all of the alcohol coursing through your veins, (almost a whole bottle) you didn’t hesitate to grab the biggest tote bag you own and stuff as much money as it could hold inside. You figured it was the least he could do after cheating on you.

He deserved to pay, and you obviously deserved a raise.

It was a full on shopping spree. After throwing all of his shit into bags, you tossed them outside your door and left with as much money as you could carry before he could come back on his lunch break. You even came back to get some more money, just to go out and spend it again. To say you splurged would be an understatement, you spent almost half of the money on clothes, shoes, a hair and makeup appointment, a manicure, a new car, and you even paid rent for six months after taking his name off the lease.

So here you were, struggling up the stairs as quick as you could, due to the fact that it was 9:30 and you were trying to avoid seeing him at his 9:45 visit. Your feet screamed in agony in your new jimmy choo pumps, because you’d been on them all day, and you had at least six shopping bags hanging from each arm, all full with an assortment of gaudy items such as shoe boxes, makeup products, and clothing. You had finally reached the door after a while, smiling at the absence of his bags which meant he took them and swiftly unlocked the door, clamoring in and tiredly dropping the bags in your hands. With a sigh, you locked the door, running a hand through your freshly styled hair as you rid your face of the designer sunglasses that shielded it. Kicking off your shoes, you hummed gratifyingly at the pleasurable feeling of bare feet and shuffled over to your couch, plopping down on the end cushion groggily.

A soft buzz in your back pocket caught your attention as you carefully fished out the new phone you purchased and unlocked it with your perfectly manicured fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically as the texts rolled in, ‘i thought i blocked him’ you thought, preparing to do it a second time before a few texts caught your attention and you froze on the spot, chuckling heartlessly at his words.

+82 2 2263 5950 : whose car is in our parking spot?

+82 2 2263 5950 : did you already move on?

+82 2 2263 5950 : wow whore

You rolled your eyes, wondering where he attained the gaul to accuse you of a feat such as that. Calling you a whore as if that name isn’t suitable for himself. Even more so than you. You decided to text him back, feeding off of an unknown source of confidence as your fingers furiously tapped along the screen.

me : it’s my car asshole

me : bought it with the money u left me

me :thx baby <3

+82 2 2263 5950 : what money?

me : the money in the closet you didn’t bother telling me abt u dumb fuck

+82 2 2263 5950 : don’t use that money

me : why should i listen to you?

me : you aren’t my bf

+82 2 2263 5950 : no seriously ____ don’t use that money wtf is wrong with u

me : already did bye babe

You blocked him as quickly as you could, face burning with absolute anger as you tossed your phone on the cushion beside you. Who is he to tell you what you could or couldn’t do? You had come to the decision then and there that you wouldn't let him treat you like a child. He wasn’t your dad. Thanks to him you barely speak to your dad. The only thought going through your mind at the time was ‘fuck him.’ Before you could delve into your thoughts any further, it started. His incessant pounding on the door. Again. Although, this time it was much more frantic, desperate. He was much louder with his pathetic pleas and whines, crying out “please don’t use that money!”, “Listen to me god damn it!”, “___ open the fucking door now!” But you stood your ground, ignoring him once again as you did for the past few days.

Just to escape the racket of his wails of desperation, you retreated to your room, slipping on one of his expensive balenciaga sweatshirts you kept for yourself and climbing into the cool blankets, burying yourself under the plush fabric and folding your pillow over your ears. You knew this would be the longest night of your life..

And you were correct, It was the longest night of your life. He never truly got the memo that you would not be coming out to communicate with him so he finally left at around 1:30 in the morning. You had slept horribly, tossing and turning as the aftermath of his cries and pleads left a print on your mind and tormented you at all hours of the night, you didn’t manage to get any real sleep until around eight and woke up a mere five hours later in a state of confusion. It was well past noon and yet it was silent, you had woken up of your own volition, not because of some crazy man outside of your apartment screaming like a banshee. In due time, you had come to the conclusion that he had finally given up and gone about his day without banging on his ex-girlfriend's apartment door like an idiot at all hours of the day.

This theory was almost set in your mind until you heard a knock. Groaning violently, you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows furrowed as you erased that theory from the whiteboard in your cortex. Fully prepared to ignore the person at the door, you rolled over to your side until another knock was heard. This wasn’t him. This couldn’t be him. The knocks were way too soft, they lacked an element of urgency, desperation. They were simply just way too calm. So, you sat up, swinging your legs over and reluctantly standing up, before making your way into the living room to be greeted with another knock and a smooth male voice calling out. “Miss ___ ___?”

You glanced wearily though your peep hole to be met with a tall male, dressed in a blue and white uniform. “Looks like a cop. He called the fucking cops on me, shit.” you whispered to yourself, voice small as you held onto the door handle. Figuring it’d be worse to make him wait, you opened the door, being met with the warm, dimpled smile, of the decorated individual. “Yes, i”m ____” you respond, shoving your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt and looking everywhere but him, which probably seems more suspicious than anything but you were too riddled with anxiety to care. The officer clutched a navy blue manilla folder in his hand and opened it promptly in order to sift through its contents.

“Hi, i’m officer Kim.” he breathed out, calmly bowing and resuming his apparent spiel, “do you know this man?” he pondered, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he pulled a photo from his folder with calloused fingers and lifted it, spinning it around to face you. Your eyes widened slightly upon being shown a picture of your ex and you nodded hesitantly.

“He’s my ex boyfriend- well ex fiance I guess.” you responded, voice barely audible as your mind raced faster than the speed of sound. You asked yourself what he could’ve done that was bad enough for the police to show up at your door. Maybe you had been too harsh on him and he had gotten into one to many bar fights, maybe he robbed a bank at gunpoint, maybe he stole some old lady’s car and filled it with off brand mayonnaise before he returned it. All your questions- all your thoughts stopped as Officer Kim responded, running a tired hand through his hair.

“He passed, earlier today.” he paused, giving you time to digest things and you froze, staring at his face blankly as your mind processed what you had just been told and you hummed questioningly, your throat becoming tight with realization. “It happened around five this morning,” he paused again as you stood in complete silence. Sure you hated him but you’d never wish death upon another person, especially him. You hate him now but you were in love with him once too. You hate him now but, he was the closest person in your life. He was all of your firsts, your fiance, your best friend. You thought you wouldn’t be able to get all of that back because of the breakup but now you truly can never get any of it back, because he’s dead. Then, you started to cry, for the hundredth time this week but this one was different. You weren’t crying because you missed him, or wanted him to come back like all the other times, as horrible as it sounds. You were crying because you felt bad. Because of his short life that was ripped from him by the unforgiving hand of death. You weren’t crying because of him, you were crying for him. A hand on your shoulder interrupted your sobs and you wiped your face, glancing up at the culprit with glassy eyes. “I’m so sorry for your loss...” he paused, giving you a few moments to breathe as he rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before speaking again, “but we have an idea of who did it, it would be helpful if you just came down to the station with me for some questioning.” he asked softly as the shaking sobs and whimpers that came from your body slowed to a halt and you nodded.

“Yeah, uh. Let me just go get dressed.” You muttered, smiling up at him softly and shuffling back to your room to prepare. The longest night of your life was about to turn into the longest day.

And you were correct again as you stood in front of your apartment door after the absolute, and I cannot stress this enough, longest day of your life. Your ex was murdered, brutally, and they made sure to go over all of the gory details with you while you were at the precinct, they even took you to see his body, which made you cry because it was mangled almost beyond recognition and you were horrified. Apparently, he had been tortured for hours, which explained all the bruises, gashes, and burn marks on his body, strangled, thus the huge ring shaped mark around his neck, and dumped into a river, which made his body all pruny and wrinkled. You had spent 10 long hours at the police precinct and it was now nearing midnight as you fished your keys from your pocket in order to unlock the door. Inserting your key, you jiggle it around in the lock for a minute before realizing it was already unlocked initially. Figuring you had left it unlocked accidentally in your depressed haze, you pushed your way into your apartment and locked it promptly, pressing your forehead into the cool wood of the door. You sighed softly, relaxing only for a minute as you absorbed your surroundings before freezing as you heard the rhythmic tapping of someone's foot.

“Long day huh?” the voice was deep, one you hadn’t heard before as you remained facing the door, your grip of the handle tightening until your knuckles turned white. He spoke again, “you must be ____.” he murmured softly, sending a terrified shudder down your spine. “I’ve been wanting to meet you but he said you were off limits. You know, he talks about you a lot-...” he stopped himself as if realizing something, “well talked, I mean.” the man mused, an ominous chuckle flowing from his mouth.

“Who are you?” you rasped, attempting to conceal any cowardice but blinking your eyes harshly as your voice broke. You vaguely hoped this was one of your ex’s friends coming to visit, at an odd hour of the night, sitting ominously in the dark of your apartment waiting for you to come home just to say hi but the chances of that actuality was very slim.

“None of your business” the man retorted, a smirk evident in his ominous tone. “Now, let’s get down to business little dove,” you furrowed your brows at the nickname. You had never been called a nickname, especially by a man who randomly just snuck into your apartment one night. Your ex only ever called you baby or babe so little dove was different for you. It seemed endearing in the worst type of way. “I want the rest of my money.” he paused, “I found half of it in a closet here, and he said you might know where the rest is.” he paused again, only this time a sound is heard, a metal rattling of some sort that ricochets off of the walls of the apartment like a stray jumping bean in a pill case. Then it hits you, he has a gun, and he just shook it as if he intends to use it. . “Don’t make me ask again sweetheart.” Your eyes widen and well up as your head falls down, knowing you're going to die today and you take a deep breath, telling yourself you’d be ready for whatever happens so you decide, if you’re gonna die, you should at least know the name of the man that’s gonna kill you so you scrape together every last drop of confidence you can muster and ask once more.

“I said, w-who are yo-” you choked out, in an attempt to hold onto the last shred of your dignity as you blinked back the tears threatening to fall from your glassy eyes. However, your small shred of confidence is promptly ripped from your grasp as the man cuts you off mid sentence, slamming his gun down onto a hard surface with a loud clatter. You jolt, crying out softly as the tears you’d been holding back with all your might fall onto the ground before you.

“I said none of your fucking business bitch where’s my fucking money.” he spat, his sinister tone draing a choked sob from your thoat as you realized, you wouldn’t be getting anything you wanted today. “Answer me” he said, alarmingly calm as the sound of him cocking his gun travels directly to your mind.

“I spent it” you muttered between your soft hiccups and stiffened slightly upon hearing a heavy footstep approach you, then another footstep, and another, and another until they cease, and you can feel the man's warm breath raising the hair on the back of your neck. All your readiness for whatever happens and willingness to die flies out of the window as you lean your head on the door once more, taking a shaky breath as you begin to plead, aware of how pathetic you sound and part of the reason why you have such a strong urge to cry harder. “Please don’t kill me” you whined desperately as you feel the cold metal of the gun barrel resting on your shoulder.

“Relax little dove” he whispered, his lips brushing the back of your ear and sending a chill rushing through the entire expanse of your body. “Just find a way to pay me back and we’re even,” he continued calmly, his raspy voice reverberating in your eardrums as you think through what he just said carefully. You gasp and sniffle, shaking your head softly and lifting it slowly from the wooden door frame.

“I-” you stopped, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself as much as you could for his response then opened your mouth to continue. “I don’t have that kind of money” you whispered hesitantly, shutting your eyes tightly, allowing nothing to escape but the numerous tears that fell to the ground in anticipation of his actions. There was an eerie silence as he contemplated your words before he abruptly turned away, lifting the gun from your shoulder and holstering it in the waistband of his jeans, causing you to let out a wavering breath you’d been holding that entire time. His hand traveled back up, taking refuge on your left shoulder as the other hand made its way up your right arm, the warmth setting your skin aflame and sending a shockwave of warmth coursing through your body.

“There is another way you could pay me back.” his velvet voice rasped, stressing the word ‘another’ in a way that you immediately understood his insinuation and you took a sharp intake of air, bracing yourself for what he was about to say next. But he didn’t say anything for a moment, letting his hands do the talking for him as he gripped your arms softly, using his hands to spin you around and face him. You whirled around, yelping in surprise but stopping when you were met with the most exquisite, carnivorous brown eyes you had ever seen in your life that were accompanied by full pink lips and a tousled bunch of fluffy black hair you just wanted to run your hands through. Even in the darkness of night, the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated the room enough for you to trail your eyes down his face and get a vivid idea of what he’d look like with illumination.

Yummy as fuck.

Your eyes began to wander down to his exposed collarbone and before they could travel any lower, his fingers roughly grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze upward until you met his borderline cannibalistic gaze, which crushed you into nothing. He cocked his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eyes as the corner of his lips turn upward slightly. “He was always bragging about you… saying,” he speaks, his sultry tone lulling you into a state of compliance as he spoke, “you’re such a good fuck,” he continues, placing his left hand gently on your waist and stepping even closer, if that’s possible, his soft breath hitting your face with every word as he speaks. “Your sweet little cunt is so tight” he glances down at your lips, running his thumb over your bottom lip “your mouth feels like heaven” he pauses again, running his hand down to hold the side of your neck softly to which you gasp “maybe i’d like a demonstration little dove.” he smiles, a twisted horrifying smile that snaps you out of his seductive trance and back to reality as your eyes widen and you pull yourself quickly out of his hold, running over to the couch and bracing yourself on it.

“No” you cry out, out of breath for some reason as you swallow thickly and shake your head. “No, I'll find a way to pay you back, I promise.” you plead, praying he wasn’t going to kill you on the spot and that he hadn’t noticed your blatant ogling. He probably did but at this point you didn’t care, you just wanted him gone.

“Whatever you say sweetheart” he replied, emitting a dark chuckle “call me if you change your mind, my number’s in your phone” he opened the front door and you glanced back at him, noticing the way his all black attire contrasts with his tan skin, and most of all, you notice the full sleeve of tattoos that ran down his right arm. Heat crawled up to your face as you realized you were gawking again and you nodded in response, feeling unable to form the words to respond with. He only uttered the words “you have a week.” before the door slammed and you were left alone in the dark.

You ran your fingers along the side of your neck where the aftermath of his touch lingered like a searing residue. No one had ever touched you like that, especially your ex. He was the man that took your virginity and was the man there for every time after so you’d become accustomed to his textbook missionary vanilla sex that left you touch starved and unfinished every. single. time. But you’d finish yourself off each time, feeling bad because you thought he was trying his hardest and truly didn’t understand how to please women. But as time went on, you realized he didn’t care about your pleasure and too enveloped in his own release to ever worry about your needs, but were too deep in love with him to care.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone went off to signal a text and upon picking it up there were two text messages from an unknown number that sent a shiver down your spine which read.

+82 2 5284 8735 : don’t try to run

+82 2 5284 8735 : we’ll hunt you down little dove

“Can’t you just take the shit back?” You questioned frantically, clutching the phone by your head until your knuckles turned white, rolling your eyes tiredly when you got no response. “They hung up, great” you deadpanned, plopping onto the couch you had been pacing in front of. It has been 6 days since the man showed up and you were running out of time and hadn’t slept in two days, your mind running frantically with the thought of him coming back to see you nearly empty handed. Well, not exactly empty handed. You had managed to get 253k of the whopping +400k dollars you had spent of his money and after not being able to return the car, manicure, hair appointment, rent, and a bunch of clothes and shoes, you were manic. Some might even say a bit crazy. Many of the stores and the dealership knew you by name because of the amount of times you called them. You dropped your phone into your lap, burying your face in your hands and wishing someone was here to console you through this but the only person you knew even remotely enough to offer any consolation was your ex. You wish he was alive so you could punch that bitch in the face and ask him what kind of shit he got himself into because the man that paid you a visit was most definitely not from corporate.

You sat for a silent minute deliberating if you should text the mystery man and take him up on his offer. You had asked yourself, is it really worth your life? Were you really going to die because you didn’t want to sleep with the hot guy you stole money from? The answer at first was yes because you still had your pride intact then but now, you had been starting to second guess your confidence in getting all the money back. After all, the deadline is tomorrow. You still had your hesitations, the only man who has ever seen you in such a lewd nature was your ex. You didn’t know if you were ready for sex with another person, even if he was the hottest man you’d ever seen. But, against your better nature, you convinced yourself that your ex was gone and this was bound to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner?

You grabbed your phone in earnest before anything inside you could convince you to stop and unlocked it, opening the messages for his number and typing out your text, hitting send before any sort of regret had the chance to sink in.

me : i’ll take your offer

me : this is ____ btw

You placed your phone down on the couch cushions beside you and chewed nervously on the not so fresh manicure that was still on your nails. To your surprise, his reply came in quickly and you frantically reached for your phone as the dings came rolling in.

+82 2 5284 8735 : i know who you are

+82 2 5284 8735 : i'll be there in 20

+82 2 5284 8735 : be ready sweetheart

Your heart thumped restlessly as you shot up from your seat shouting “twenty minutes?!” and you cried out nervously. You hadn’t even seen his face in good lighting and you didn't know his name so you’d basically be fucking a complete stranger which scared you enough as it is but the fact that that stranger held you at gunpoint merely a week prior is what scared you shitless.

In the limited time that he gave you, you decided to freshen up a bit so you hopped in the shower. Your first shower in a few days after your psychotic state worsened. Humming in bliss, you relished in the feeling of the scalding water flowing over your skin as you took your time washing , shaving, and singing, in an attempt to rid yourself of the horrendous nerves that overtook your senses. After reluctantly stepping out of the steamy oasis, you’d decided on a white lingerie set you had gotten yourself for christmas but never got to wear for anyone because your significant other was always “working” or too tired/busy to take the time of day for you. Pairing the set with a matching white silk robe and not bothering to wear any shoes because you’re in your own house, you slicked your lips in a thick coat of gloss and applied some mascara and eyeliner to your tired eyes just to spruce up a bit. You figured, if you put effort into your appearance, then maybe he’d spare your life after the sex. You stared at yourself in the mirror, tying your robe, smacking your glossed lips together and ogling your appearance before a soft knocking was heard from the living room. “He’s here” you told yourself with a deep shaky breath as you vacated the bathroom and slowly ventured toward the door.

You stood silently before the front door, contemplating whether this was a mistake or if it was too late to turn back. As much as you hated to admit, there was no logical solution to your problem that was in compliance with any standing laws. Heck, what you were doing was probably illegal in everywhere but Las Vegas so you had no other choice than to twist the handle, open the door and stare up at the most alluring man you had ever laid eyes on. You ran your eyes all over his body, studying him, his features, his gorgeous eyes, impeccable nose, plush lips, smooth hair, and strong arms that lead to a presumed strong chest hidden under his plain white tee. He noticed you blatantly checking him out to which he placed a finger on your chin, lifting your face up so your eyes met and making you watch as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment. Oh how you wished that was your lip.

“You ready little dove?” he asked, his tone seductive and smooth like chocolate as he walked closer to you, closing the door behind him and backing you up until you stood patiently before the couch staring up at him, a wistful glint in your eyes as you nodded. He reached up, using a finger to push your robe off of your right shoulder and cocking his head quizzically. “All dressed up just for me?” he pondered, his eyes trained on the white lace peeking out from under the robe. You nodded, to which he gripped your chin roughly, furrowing his eyebrows at your response. “Use your words sweetheart” he warned, loosening his grip so you could speak in affirmation.

“Yes…” your voice trailed off, thinking of what to call him, as you still didn’t know his name, so you addressed him as you would any man you didn’t know, “yes, sir. I dressed up just for you” you concluded, your voice barely greater than a whisper as the corners of his lips turned up. He let out an animalistic growl at the name you gave for him, obviously satisfied and moved his hand from your chin to grip the back of your neck promptly.

“It’s Jungkook, but sir will do nicely” he basically growled before latching onto your lips with carnal aggressiveness. You whined heartily into his mouth as his tongue slipped deftly into yours and intertwined with yours, causing your mind to fall into a haze as he coiled his arm around your waist, bringing your body flush against his toned frame. You reached up with shaky hands, fumbling with his shirt, eager to get it off of him and gaze upon the expanse of his abdomen. His lips detached for a moment, giving you the chance to pull his shirt over his head, which he gladly obliged and lifted his hands over his head, swiftly resuming their positions when his shirt formed a pile on the floor beside you. You leaned back in, attempting to capture his lips in another phenomenal kiss but he pulled back, leaving you to chase him and whine when you ultimately lose, to which he laughs mischievously, taking his hands off of your body and toying with the silk tie on the front of your robe.

“How do you want it baby?” he pondered, the new nickname sending shivers down your spine as you glanced at him quizzically, as if asking what he meant. He chuckled softly, tugging at the ribbon and opening your robe as he brought his hands up, carefully sliding it down your arms and bending down so his face was level with your collarbone. He placed a gentle kiss there, leaving fire in the wake of his lips as he spoke, his breath cooling the seared flesh, “would you like me to be gentle?” he asked leaving more hot kisses along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, drawing salacious sounds from your parted lips as he brought his hand up to rest at the base of your neck. “Or…” he paused, sliding his hand up and increasing the intensity of his grip on your throat, restricting the blood flow to your brain as your mind became hazy and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Do you want me to be rough?” he continued, lifting his head to watch your face as he loosened his grip. “It’s your choice little dove.”

You were elated, ecstatic and a little disappointed when he loosened his grip on your neck. Your ex was always into sex that lindered toward the vanilla side, as mentioned before, so he would never think to try anything like choking, which always intrigued you just a little bit. You wished you would have experienced other styles of love before you met him but you didn't, and this was your chance to try them out now. Your fingers travelled up, lightly grazing over that hand that was tightly wrapped around your neck. Whining quietly you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it softly as your other hand came up and wrapped around Jungkook’s forearm.

“I wanna try it rough” you mumbled, eyes closing as you relished in the hazy feeling this restriction gave you which only heightened as he tightened his grip.

“Perfect.” he groaned out almost inaudibly as he pulled your face to his, colliding your lips in the roughest, most passion filled kiss you’d ever experienced. He devoured your mouth with gluttonous amusement, his grip on your airway never wavering for a moment as he tongued you down, his carnal need prevalent and present in the thick air of the room. You reached up, completing a task you’d been wanting to do for days, tangling your hand in the messy black mass that fell upon his head, and relishing in the soft feeling of his waves. Then he detached from your lips and moved away, forcing your hands to fall from his hair and onto his broad shoulders, which, while pleasurable to touch, didn’t even come close to frolicking your fingers through his locks. He moved his hand from your neck to your shoulder, to which you whined with a small pout, missing the new contact as he chuckled at your eagerness. He stared at your lips, before leaning down and capturing your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it voraciously before he spoke. “Do you want me to put this slutty little mouth of yours to use little dove?” he asked, pulling back as if waiting for an answer, to which you obliged.

“Yes sir” You answered quite honestly in fact, as you felt all your hesitation and weariness about this task slip away. “Please put my mouth to use.” you pleaded, staring up at him, a wanton expression on your soft features.

“You’re so good for me .” he whispered, his soft breath fanning your face as you nodded in agreement, “such an obedient little dove, hmm?” he asked, to which you nodded once again, a bit more frantically this time as you awaited his cue. He used the hand on your shoulder to abruptly push you down with a small yelp so you were seated on the black leather couch behind you, the colder leather contrasting the burning lust in your entire body as you looked up at him. “Get to work slut.” Your eyes widened at the name. Maybe it was supposed to be an insult or he just liked calling you that but you couldn’t help the gargantuan wave of slick that coated your panties at the moment.

You looked down, a bit above eye level with his crotch as you reached up to palm him through his faded blue jeans. His scent was tantalizing, musky, and you couldn't get enough as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, your lips slightly parted as you gazed in awe. He gave you a warning glance, as if scolding you for teasing him for this long and you unzipped his pants. He held out his hand, as if to stop you before reaching behind his pants and pulling his gun from the back of his jeans. Your eyes widened, gaze now trained on the firearm in his hand, a horrified expression on your face as you ceased all actions. Which he noticed, peering down at you, a horrifying smile etched on his godlike features as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Relax darling, I won’t kill you,” he purred, reaching down and weaving the fingers of his free hand into the roots of your hair, grabbing and pulling back roughly so you have no other choice but to meet his dark eyes. “We’re only just getting started.” he lowered the gun, pressing the muzzle into the underside of your jaw, the cold metal like ice against your scalding skin. However, you felt no need to cry, felt no need to fear for your life even as this gun was pressed to your neck, aimed to kill, because you knew he wouldn’t do it. Through the dark facade and ominous gaze in his eyes there was something else that made you trust his inability to kill you. You realized you were enjoying the thrill, the excitement of putting your life in his hands. So, you did what any crazy bitch would do in this situation, you breathed out deeply, relaxing your shoulders and slouching yourself down to push your neck further onto the tip of the gun with a mischievous smile. Jungkook stared down at you in awe, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek and taking his gun off of your neck before tossing it over to the end of the couch behind you.

Resuming your actions with a shaky breath, you tugged his pants down until they fell to his ankles and placed your hands on the sides of his underwear clad hips. You might’ve been inexperienced in his style of fucking but you sure knew how to give a good blowjob, so you got to work, placing open mouthed kisses to his clothed appendage. You looked up at him once more seeing the lust clouded haze that filled his deep brown eyes. After a bit of teasing, you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down in a seductively slow manner as you allowed his needy cock to spring free, and you stared up at it with a gasp.

It was huge.

You didn’t really know what qualifies as huge because the only dick you’ve ever had was around 6 inches on a good day but this alluring appendage swinging before your face had to be at least 9 inches long and you wondered how the fuck you were going to fit it all in your mouth let alone your pussy, which was already aching for it. Your mouth involuntarily opened wider in anticipation of his delicious dick inside and you grabbed the base, with two hands, drawing a hiss from the man that stood over you as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of the clothing that pooled around his feet. You licked teasingly up the sides of his dick, stopping at the tip to swirl your tongue around it, and catching some salty precum when you did. You glanced up at him and he looked absolutely furious in the best sort of way. Frustrated to the max as you teased him mercilessly, only spending meere fleeting moments at the spots which needed the most attention.

Then he snapped, taking you by surprise and using his hand that was still tangled in your hair to hold you still while he shoved his cock in your mouth. You tried to gasp but it merely came out as a small strangled whimper that was cut off as his length reached that back of your throat. You moved your hands to the sides of his hips once again, bracing yourself as he slowly pulled his member out of your mouth, most likely winding up for another thrust. He propelled his hips forward once again, stuffing not nearly all of his cock into your mouth, as his tip grazed the back of your throat. The feeling of him completely filling your mouth had you livid, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned, the vibrations reverberating onto his appendage which drew a salacious moan from his plush parted pink lips.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven.” he moaned out, then he started to fuck your face, tears pooling in your eyes while his dick basically hit the back of your throat with every harsh stroke of his hips as he gripped on your hair tighter. After one particularly hard thrust, he held his length down your throat as tears rolled down your cheeks and you gagged around him. He took his cock out of your mouth, to which you gasped, swallowing the spit that pooled in your mouth with an aroused groan.

“Tastes so good.” you mumbled, not possibly being able to get enough as he shoved his cock back into your mouth and fucked your throat relentlessly. The tension building in you was too much to bear and your need to cum only heightened as his actions resumed. You arched your back slightly, pushing your clothed clit into the black leather cushions of the couch as you gyrated into it slowly, praying he wouldn’t notice and would be too invested in fucking your throat to realize.

You were wrong. He noticed immediately.

He halted all movements, taking his cock from your throat and grabbing your neck harshly, to which you gasped, whimpering as he pulled you up to stand in front of him, cock slapping the front of your body as you stared at his face in anticipation of his actions. You could imagine what you looked like right now swollen glossy lips, and tear stains running down your face because you didn’t bother to wear your waterproof mascara. You never needed it any other time so you figured why would you need it now. Oh how wrong you were.

“Dirty little dove, trying to get off on the couch because you want me that bad?” he rasped, nearing closer to your face with each word and you nodded frantically, basically begging him to do something, anything. “Words” he barked, drawing a cry from your lips as you thought of what to say.

“I want your cock, please sir.” you begged, before he groaned hungrily and captured your lips in a ravenous kiss, taking you by surprise. No one had ever kissed you after they’d fucked your throat before so why would he do it. You didn’t dwell on that thought for too long before melting into his touch and wrapping your arms around his neck. Jungkook took his free hand, trailing it around your body to unclasp the back of your bra, your eyes going wide at the skillful ease of his fingers. He snatched the white lace clothing off of your frame, tossing it to the other side of the room and reaching back up to cup one of your soft breasts in his hand, flicking the nipple with his index finger and making you sigh satisfactorily into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking you with him as he lowered both of you back onto the couch, settling himself between your newly opened legs and never breaking the kiss. He unlatched his hand from your neck, trailing it down your body as the other hand continued to knead your breast skillfully. His burning touch slowly ventured further and further down your abdomen until he reached the band of your panties and abruptly tore the thin while lace from your body to your dismay and discarding it on the floor beside him. You whined sadly, as those had been your favorite pair of underwear but barely had any sort of time to grieve as you felt two rough fingers dip into the wetness of your slit, trailing them up and stopping right over the spot you needed him to be at, pulling a moan from your still swollen lips.

He began kissing a trail down your body, stopping for a mere moment to suck on the pert bud of your free breast before resuming his path of destruction. He moved his hands to settle on the inner sides of your thighs, spreading them apart and sighing as he got a glimpse of the treasure between them. Your eyes widened upon realizing his destination as you scooched away, holding a handful of his tousled black hair in an attempt to grab his attention.

“I-…” you paused, chewing on your bottom lip and thinking of how to word your statement. “i’ve never asked anyone to do that for me before, so y- you don’t have to do it.” you stuttered wearily as the nerves set in. No one’s face had ever been remotely close to your womanhood and the thought of it sent a chill down your spine as you released his hair from your grasp. You wondered what it would even be like. He glanced up at you, eyes dilated as he chuckled, a dark chuckle that made you shiver as he tightened his grip on your thighs, yanking you closer to his face and taking a deep drag of your scent once you were close enough.

“Oh baby I want to” he basically moaned out, licking his lips and glancing down at your glistening slit, the corners of his lips turning up in a hungry smile. You raised an eyebrow, asking yourself ‘why the fuck would he want to do that?’, and ‘isn’t this for my pleasure?’, but all your concerns were answered once he spoke again. “I can’t wait to make you writhe on my tongue little dove” he muttered, causing your cheeks to burn with the intensity of a thousand suns as he talked into your soaking entrance. “... make you beg and cry without even using my cock.” he continued, releasing your left thigh from his grip as he placed a hand on your pubic mound, lowering his thumb and slowly beginning to circle your clit eliciting a loud wail from you. “You think, if I had the power to turn you into a messy little whore all for me just by using my mouth, I wouldn’t use it at any chance I could?” He asked and you whined, nodding as your hips stuttered up in desperate need of more friction. “It’s all about power baby, and I have it all here” he groaned, watching you clench pathetic around nothing.

Then, he finally gave you what you wanted. His hand resumed its grip on your thigh, forcing it away from the other as his thumb was swiftly replaced by his warm tongue licking up and down your wet sex. You moaned, placing your shaky hands on the mounds of your chest, toying with your nipples just to add to the pleasurable sensations he was creating with his tongue. This feeling was unlike any ecstasy you had ever felt and you never wanted it to stop. His tongue slipped deftly into your soaked entrance twisting and turning skillfully as you keened loudly. His warm wet appendage swirling around your wet cavern was the best feeling in the entire world and you knew if he continued ravaging you at this pace, you’d cum in no time. But, you needed this release. You needed to let go of all this pent up sexual frustration you didn’t even know you harbored. You needed to experience your first orgasm in months, if not years, that wasn’t self inflicted and you hoped and prayed with all your heart that it would come soon.

He switched his focus,, moving his tongue up to play with your aching clit and slipping two fingers into your formerly empty hole with a deep groan that reverberated through your core like a powerful vibrator which only intensified your moans and cries of pleasure. You looked down on yourself to see the delicious sight of him devouring your cunt ruthlessly, the sight alone almost tipping you over the edge as you brought your hands up, covering your eyes while you neared completion.

“Jungkook you’re gonna make me cum.” you called out, an exasperated cry leaving your lips when your impending orgasm was painfully ripped away from you as all his motion stopped. You uncovered your eyes, about to stare down when your body jolted, a harsh sting being felt directly on your clit, sending a wave of warmth barreling through your entire body. Then you understood, he slapped you, and you peered down at him, your eyes glassy due to the orgasm that was ripped from your grasp.

“Who? said you can cum.” he deadpanned menacingly, staring up at you through hooded eyes as you leaned your head back tiredly, realizing the error in your words and prepared to beg, just like he said you would.

“Sir” you cried, holding your arms limply over your head as you continued to plead. “Sir please, please make me cum.” you begged mercilessly, a tear of relief sliding down your cheek as he resumed his assault on your core, attacking at a steady pace and retrieving the all too familiar knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. You reached up, grabbing the edge of the couch with an iron grip, your knuckles turning white as your hips began circling on his face, your clit rubbing against his tongue with every movement and venturing you closer to your sweet release.”Please don’t stop sir, oh my god” you whined loudly, fucking his face relentlessly as you chased your high, nearing it more and more with each thrust of your hips until he finally pushed you off the brink of ecstasy, a scream leaving your lips as Jungkook continued his unrelenting attack on your pained pussy.

You rode out your high, writhing and panting before him, his pace never faltering, his fingers never slowing, his tongue never relenting and it soon became too much. The euphoric delirium quickly turned into madness as you barreled down the path into overstimulation. You wailed pathetically, thrashing under his hold as the pleasurable pain consumed your body and you could barely form a coherent sentence but you persevered, scraping all the coherent thoughts you could muster and turning them into tangible words that sat on the tip of your tongue, ready to be spoken. “Sir please, it's too much!” you cried to which Jungkook finally let up, slowing his pace to a halt and sitting back.

“Oh my god that was so fucking hot” he growled before sucking on his glossy fingers and cleaning around his mouth with his skilled tongue as he gazed amusedly upon your exhausted body. But he was nowhere near done with you. This fact made apparent when he stood and wrapped an arm around your hip, lifting your limp body and turning you over with ease, positioning you so your face was pressed into the now warm couch cushion and your ass was raised high into the air before him. His eyes rolled at the view of your swollen cunt bent over for him and he gave it a light smack, eliciting a pained, but tired yelp from you as he chuckled muttering “you’re going to drive me crazy little dove.” under his breath.

He crouched down, coming face to lips with your abused cunt as he wrapped his arms around your bent bottom, lacing his fingers together as they rested at the arch of your back and dragging his nose up the tortured path of your slit, drawing whines and cries of overstimulation from your wiggling frame as you tried to get away from the punishing menace that was his face. “No, please. I can't take anymore, it's too much.” You whimpered, your voice muffled as you leaned your face into the couch tiredly to which he obliged, reluctantly, as he stood, grabbing his neglected dick in hand and pointing it toward your pink entrance.

“I can’t wait to stretch your pretty little pussy ____.” he purred and you moaned at the sound of your name slipping off of his tongue like the creamiest butter. He dragged his tip along your swollen clit, abusing it again for what seemed like the millionth time that day as he covered his girth in your slick, a guttural groan emitting from the back of his throat. Then, abruptly, he sunk into your slippery cavern, barely all the way in but you’d never felt so full in your entire life as he pushed forward slowly, filling you up and providing you with the most delicious stretch you’d ever felt. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you whined, a desperate whine that you could barely register was your own voice as he pushed his length completely inside of you, his head falling back and your name, rolling off of his tongue once again.

After barely giving you time to adjust to his alarming size, he reeled his hips back before slamming into you again, and again, and again, over and over again until he was fucking you at an unrelenting speed you barely knew was possible to achieve. Suffering from the overwhelming pleasure he forced you to endure, you shut your eyes tight, crying out in strangled indulgence as you grasped onto the fluffy throw blanket strewn lazily over the couch in front of you. You relished in the sting of his girth, staring ahead blankly with glassy eyes as he rammed into you with a punishing speed and black mascara filled tears streamed down your cheeks.

You knew you were about to cum soon, again, only due to the all too familiar feeling accumulating in the pit of your belly. Jungkook reached down, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and pressing your chest further into the couch while he drilled into you, moaning and cursing at the feeling of you flexing deliciously around his cock. He felt you were close, so he moved his hand, snaking it around your waist and trailing his other hand to assume its position around your neck, hoisting you up so your back was arched against his abdomen and you had no choice but to stare up at him as he talked down on you, never slowing the snapping of his hips for a wavering moment.

“You’ve never been fucked this good have you?” he teased through clenched teeth as he leaned down, sucking and marking all over the expanse of your neck with grunts and growls of pleasure. You were way too fucked out to even think about the words to form a coherent sentence, barely being able to form whimpered versions of ‘mhm’ after he questioned you but he was having none of that. He unraveled his hand from your waist, tightening his grip on your throat and landing a hard slap to your left asscheek, drawing a shrill shriek from the depths of your throat as he warned in your ear. “Words little dove” he slapped you again, “how many times do I have to fucking warn you.” he concluded, landing another harsh smack to your abused flesh as you whimpered.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I’m such a slut for you sir.” You sobbed out, “please let me cum, please fuck” you whined, drawing out your words and you reached back, tangling both hands in his unruly mop of hair as he split you open, moaning directly in your ear which in itself, was a thing that could make you cum on the spot.

“Cum then.” He said obviously, as if it was the most simple response, only it was this simple command that shoved you off the precipice of ecstasy for a second time. The feeling that bloomed deep in your stomach soon blossomed into a full blown orgasm that racked through your body quickly, leaving nothing but white hot pleasure in its wake as your legs trembled viciously, with one last loud cry of Jungkook’s name. But, he still did not falter, his pace quickening as he neared his own climax, the speed both too much and not nearly enough at the same time. You reached back, attempting to push him and escape the all consuming pleasure torturing your body like a blazing fire but your hands were caught quickly by Jungkook’s hands which crossed them tightly and held them behind your back, resuming his attack.

You shook your head, letting it hang as your tears fell freely onto the couch before you, his moans and groans of ecstasy increasing in volume and frequency as he neared his own climax, his hips faltering in their pace for the first time in a while as he worked to his own release. In what seemed like an instant, he released the most beautiful, salacious, strangled moan you had ever heard, pulling himself out of your soaked cunt, and painting the surface of your ass with his white hot ropes of cum. He finally let you go after a moment, watching as you fell limply to the couch, laying face down, panting exhaustively, your arms still crossed limply behind your back as he smirked down at your fucked out frame. He left you alone for just a bit, coming back but a few moments later before you felt the sore skin of your asscheeks being wiped off with what felt like a warm hand towel. You were relieved he had the respect to clean his mess, it made you respect him just a little bit more as a person but you were way too tired to dwell on the subject any longer.

“You did so good for me little dove” he cooed, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it as he placed a sweet chaste kiss on your lower back, caressing his hand up the side of your body. A simple touch that lacked any sort of sexual aspects, it felt comforting and you sighed, leaning further into the soft couch as you heard him begin to put his clothing on. You felt a pang of distress, seeing as you were more of a fuck and cuddle kind of girl, but you really hadn’t expected him to stay so why’d you feel the need to ask him to. Pushing the feeling deep inside your gut, you sighed deeply as he walked in front of you to bend forward and grab his gun that laid discarded on the opposite side of your couch, also grabbing the throw blanket beside it and tossing it over your naked frame before thinking about something. “So,” he started, tucking his gun in the back of his pants and humming, “I’m thinking that was worth about, hmm 50k” he started. You vaguely understood what he was saying and knew you’d flip out once you were conscious enough to truly comprehend his words. “I’ll keep in touch.” He said, pulling his shirt down and smiling deviously at you as you uttered a hoarse ‘huh?’ To which he answered simply, “if I wanna come collect some more money” and he spun on his heels, opening your door and sauntering out of the threshold.

When he got into the hallway, Jungkook burst into a wide smile, satisfied with the encounter he made today. He entered this agreement fully prepared to either fuck you once and take the money you’d earned back or just fuck you and kill you, but once he’d had a taste, he was insatiable. You were flawless, your compliance was impeccable. The way you obeyed him, begged for him, the way you tasted, the way you felt, the way you looked. There was no way he could ever get enough and is probably the reason he kept overstimulating you like a frat boy with a bruised ego. There was no way he was gonna just let go of an absolute gem like you, so he made his excuse, a plan. Everytime you fuck him, you pay back a portion of the money. He was so tempted to tell you this session was only worth $100 just as an excuse to come back over and over and over until he had his fill, but he kept his composure, giving you hope that you’d ever be free of his grasp. Jungkook for once was extremely ecstatic, elated, excited to ruin you even more than he already had and he was dead set on making you want him just as much as he craved you no matter what it took. Though he was pretty sure you already did.