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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 3 months

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I Can't Breathe

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Eighteen)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, top Dom, bottom Cols, mating cycle, Dom in rut, dirty talk, deep throating a Gatorade bottle, trying to ignore a mate for toast, grinding, teasing, slight voyeurism, kitchen sex, rough sex, bruises, anal play, spitting, blow jobs, cum sharing, stumbling make outs, planning, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The couple had gotten their older son calmed down as best they could before Colson slipped away to find Gatorade and toast. His body was exhausted and his stomach empty but he could feel himself still dripping wet between his thighs for no other reason besides his mate being in rut. At least he assumed that was why. It drained him of water and made him ravenously thirsty but of course he wanted to take care of his family first. He thought he was leaving his fiancé to care for their boys but as he was standing in front of the open fridge he felt something behind him. He didn't feel like stopping his deep drink of the neon fluid but he turned his head enough to see.

“Good boy, keeping ya stamina up. Need to stay ‘ydrated so you can squirt for me.” Whatever he was expecting his killer to say it certainly wasn't that. He wasn't used to dominant horny Dom but he was scared he'd come to love this side of him too much and he'd miss it when the rut hormones had passed. Instead of showing any of that he rolled his eyes visibly and turned back to the cool air. Everything felt stuffy and too much and more than anything he wanted to go back to bed and get naked. Maybe have a cool shower at some point. He felt like a mermaid out of water for fucks sake.

He stepped back enough to close the door as he finished his drink. Of course that pressed him back against Dom but he tried to ignore the rush of heat and electricity that flashed when their skin touched. He took a shaking breath and walked away, stopping at the counter to retrieve his toast and when he turned to the island to prepare his simple breakfast he felt tracked and trapped like prey. He wouldn't look directly at his partner, it felt like a challenge, but he could see him watching from the corner of his eye and felt the weight of his gaze like a touch on his skin. “If you're hungry I'll make you some toast.” He offered but his voice felt thready. Dom just chuckled and went for a glass of water at the sink.

Col felt as if he could take a breath when his mate was distracted and it gave him a moment to butter his bread. The first bite tasted like heaven and just proved how many calories he'd burned. He was starving but it felt like a pit he'd never fill. He was famished for so much more than food. “Actually I am about ready to eat.” He didn't even hear the Alpha move until he was whispering in his ear and he full body shivered as the shorter man pressed himself against his back. He tried to ignore him, he fought to focus on his food. It was a small meal and he knew he only needed a few moments but with his lover kissing his neck it was hard to focus on anything.

Dominic growled when he realized he was being disregarded. He didn't like it on a good day because it felt too much like when he was young but now his instincts were roaring that his omega wasn't allowed to do that. His cock ached in his shorts where it was pressed against the other's ass but it wasn't enough. It couldn't be. His hands ghosted down Col’s sides until he gripped the sides of his sweats and he tugged them down to his knees. Colson scoffed but didn't show any other response to his play and just continued eating. It drove him mad that he could act like that. “Ignore me all ya want princess but I can smell ‘ow wet you are. Pussy a mess for me. Ya sweats already stained. Ya mind may be able to ignore me but ya body is begging me wiv ya scent to bend ya over and make you cum. Breed you. I bet if I jus’ wait like ‘is you'll make a puddle on the floor.”

Dom was right about that at least and Colson knew it. If his partner just stood there long enough, his energy and scent and touch all over him, he'd drip and drip until the floor underneath them was drenched. He was also correct in his assessment that his body was begging for his Alpha's knot but he didn't want to show it. He was already so hard it hurt and his core felt swollen with need. His heartbeat was throbbing in his cunt and if he didn't get filled soon he might actually cry. It was a strange juxtaposition since he was mentally fighting all of it and trying to remain bored. “This has got to be some kind of health hazard. Biological- um… bio- shit.” He couldn't make his language function properly, his mind felt too cloudy already as Dom all but made out with his throat.

“Should I put it…” Dom trailed off, his voice already shot. His palms groped at Col’s ass and he spread him open, one thumb hooking teasingly in his hole. He was still just slightly open from the toy fuck the day before and the sight of his pretty pink insides was almost too much for the boy. It was barely a glimpse, his mate was always so tight but he wanted to open him up and play with his guts. Wait- He wasn't sure if he meant that sexually or otherwise but with the older man it was always a mix of both and he'd never hurt him. He tugged a little more before shoving his thumb deeper. He let it stay a moment to enjoy the overwhelming heat but he pulled free and moved his hand further down. With his other he pushed Kells to lean over and he stepped back, his gaze dropping to stare at even pinker skin. Wetter. Beautiful.

“You're growling again.” Col tried to tease but it felt like a whimper. It was an odd position he was in and he had no idea what his mate was planning, his stomach was flipping at the prospect of taking a foot of cock in his ass. He was trembling but he tried to finish his meal. He was sure there were more crumbs on the counter than he had bread in his belly but there wasn't much he could do about it. His Alpha was boss for the time being.

“You're talking again when ya should be…” Dom trailed off and elbowed Colson's legs wider. He slipped a finger through his lover's folds and spit on his already wet skin. When Kells couldn't hold back a soft moan he grinned. “Tha’ yeah. Do more of it.”

“Make me.” The omega shrugged and he knew it was throwing down a gauntlet to challenge a beast. Every touch made him shiver and every sound was almost too much. He felt almost overstimulated which didn't make any sense but Dom was the only thing calming him. He was the only thing that didn't feel maddening.

A dark chuckle danced over his skin as his lover stepped closer again and he felt his cockhead teasing from one hole to the other and back again. “You lucky I'm in rut or I might be quite a pain in ya arse right now.” He joked. “But… I don't fink tha's wha' either of us need. Is it?”

Col's palms slapped down on the marble but he kept himself from speaking out loud. His body spoke for him even though he fought it, his ass canting back when he felt Dom close to his cunt again. Dom growled low and pressed forward, their thrust matching and sliding them together. His dick hit home and his hands searched out the cold counter so he could lock his prey- his partner in place. He wanted to grab the man's hips but he worried he'd already bruised him so instead he held on tight and hoped his didn't break the marble.

“Careful. Don't- it's expensive.” Colson groaned when he worried he heard something snap. When he felt fabric falling against the skin of his legs he realized it was just his sweats. His mate had him far too spread out and he'd broken them. Of course in his eagerness he had to destroy something, the omega was just glad it wasn't himself. Yet.

“Ain't ‘eard tha' in a bit.” Dom laughed but it quickly faded to a groan. The squeeze of his lover's inner walls was too much for glee, it pushed him straight to nirvana. His hips rocked forward and back in a brutal pace, sweat breaking out over every inch of them both. Their skin was trying to stick together wherever they touched which for once wasn't near as much as it normally was. He was well and truly making his omega present for him, the man was bent over like a bitch in heat. The only place they fully touched was where they were joined, where they fucked rough and quick and dirty. “Fink we'll get caught?” He rasped but he knew they could be heard easily if anyone got close enough to the doors. It was oddly exhilarating to risk being seen. Funny since they'd purposely been watched the day before.

It felt filthy to be bent over and fucked where they ate but somehow that just pushed Col even closer. That golden edge was rushing to him no matter how little he gave into the pleasure. He was being used like a fuck doll and he loved every second. He felt worshiped even though he was barely touched. He felt desperate for more and cast adrift. His cock was aching where it was grinding between his belly and the counter top but it was distant to the rapture in his core. He was being bounced like a fucking pin ball between Dom and the island and he couldn't wait for the neon explosion showing they won.

Dom's feet started to slip on the floor, he was pounding his lover so hard and his omega was truly that soaked already. He gripped the top harder and tried to keep his balance, he was too far gone to stop and get his footing safer. The slap of his balls against Colson's skin echoed louder off the walls than it ever did in their bedroom. It would make him blush if he ever felt much shame.

“Can't- can't knot me. Not here.” The boss panted out but his voice broke off in a moan. The thought almost broke him but they both knew they couldn't be locked together that long in a room everyone used. They already weren't being fair. His thighs burned as he matched his mate thrust for thrust. He realized as he stared down at himself in the black marble that he definitely hadn't had enough to drink. His hands were slippery on the counter and he was pretty sure he'd already spilled it back out in his sweat and slick.

“Fine. You better bloody- fuckme- cum for me ‘en.” The Alpha growled as he sped up his moves and angled his dick just right. It wasn't hard for him, it already hit everything that brought his lover pleasure. Hell, half of it would do. His chest heaved for breath but he kept rolling, his palms dropping to finally grope Colson's thighs. He couldn't stop himself anymore. He knew he was leaving marks and he swore mentally to kiss them better later but his inner monster loved the idea of marking up his mate's beautiful inked skin. He felt the squeeze of the omega's pussy get tighter, that telltale clenching that promised he was about to gush. He didn't move an inch or change a thing, he knew damn well better than that by now.

“Al- Alphaaa!” Col’s voice went high pitched as that coil in his belly snapped and he felt himself shatter. Slick painted his thighs and Dom's as his cock jerked pearly white on the dark marble. His palms slapped down again, he didn't know what the fuck to do with his hands. His body felt alive like nothing else could make him feel but he wouldn't be satisfied until Dom- “Fuck!”

Kells cried out as the killer pulled his dick free and his hands made quick work of turning him around. Once they were face to face the Alpha started pushing him to his knees before stroking himself fast and hard. It took the older man a moment to catch up, his body was still wracked with pleasure. When he finally realized what his Alpha was demanding of him his jaw went slack from surprise. Of course the boy took that as permission and he supposed it was. He wouldn't deny his fiancé, not when he'd just cum like that.

Dom’s cockhead barely fit inside his lover's mouth, he was almost too wide for Kells to blow him and he normally wouldn't ask. He had to spill in some part of Colson and while he'd prefer knotting his cunt, his lips would have to do. He couldn't stop himself long enough to make their way to bed. The sight of Col's lips straining to stretch around his dick had him trembling and he fought himself not to thrust. One hand made a fist around his knot and the other stroked himself off. The squeeze wasn't perfect but it was enough. His mate was always perfect even if his instincts were raging for him to breed.

Colson felt even more a sex doll on his knees in the middle of his kitchen with his mouth stuffed full of his lover's cock. He suckled as best he could and stared up at the man he knew he'd be fucking again before long. Would they make it back to bed for the next round? The first spurt of cum painted his tongue and tickled the back of his throat. He couldn't help but moan at the taste and he saw what the vibrations did to his Alpha. Dom's red gaze never left his as he jacked himself off inside his omega's waiting mouth. Their taste were combined on the soft skin of his shaft and he tried to lick it clean but he was just drooling a mess. He was quickly distracted by the look of rapture on the killer's face as his orgasm hit in earnest.

Dom normally went quiet in his pleasure but he was sure he was growling through it now. He stripped himself rough and watched his lover try to swallow every drop that emptied down his throat. His knees felt weak but he held himself up and with their eyes still locked he knew something. He wouldn't be able to wait long before dragging his mate somewhere they could join the right way. He needed more. He needed everything.

Colson choked when his partner spilled too fast but he tried to catch as much as he could. It felt like too much of a waste to let it land anywhere else, his hormones were screaming that it should all be buried in his womb. He was sure he looked like a mess, he could feel his eyes and sinuses burn but his fiancé watched him as if he was the most beautiful thing and it made him wet all over again. Maybe he was still cumming too, he honestly wasn't sure.

“Fuck ‘is.” Dom huffed before he gently pushed Col off his cock and he pulled his shorts back up to tuck himself away.

“What? What's wrong?” Kells mumbled, his lips felt numb as hell and his emotions too sensitive.

“Nuffin. You perfect. Too fucking perfect.” Dominic grumbled as if he were annoyed by the fact. He just pulled his partner up and got him covered too. The moment he was presentable enough the Alpha pulled him up and into his arms. “We going to bed. You need me in ya guts but not like tha'.”

“I… need you?” He whimpered back. He wasn't doubting but it felt an odd way to phrase it since he wasn't the one in his cycle. He assumed it was just his inner beast needing to be in control and prideful.

“Don't yas?” Dom stopped walking and looked down at him. For once he didn't look scared or shaken, just playful and sure of himself. It made Col’s pussy tingle and his heart flutter.

“More than anything. Breed me?” The plea made Dom crave him too much and instead of carrying him off he leaned down and pressed their lips together. These weren't come down kisses, they were raw and desperate, wet and messy. Their teeth clinked and their tongues twined, their spit mingling between them until they both tasted like their sex. Kells fed him their combined flavor and he savored every bit. The omega groaned when he felt himself pressed against a wall and somehow Dom managed to turn him in his hold until he could wrap his legs around the Alpha's waist and his arms around his neck. “Breed me?” He begged again.

They fell against every surface possible until they reached their bedroom door and fell through it until eventually Colson found himself sitting on top of his dresser. Dom was wedged so tight between his thighs that the killer could barely get a hand between them but once he did he ripped the fabric of Col’s sweatpants. He pushed his own shorts down only enough to free his cock before he was easing himself back inside where he belonged. Their moans echoed together and their lips tried to stay locked, mostly they just panted each other's air and clung together.

They didn't thrust, they couldn't handle being that far apart. Dom just kept his dick deep and grinded. Their touches wandered the drenched skin of the other as they writhed out their rapture again. It took no time at all for his knot to pop, it had barely had time to go down. Nails clawed at pale skin when Col hit that peak and pulled Dom over that edge with him. The omega pushed against the furniture and knocked his mate off kilter until the psycho stumbled back and fell against the mattress. Their bodies kept rocking until every drop could be spilled, their bodies soaked and shaking.

“Better?” Kells teased, though his voice was barely above a breath.

“Perfect.” Dom sighed happily and spent. He was sure it wasn't over yet but at least the need was quenched for the moment. “I love you.” He tried to fix the roughness he'd shown with gentle words and a soft kiss but he knew his lover found him just as sweet no matter what he did.

“I know. I love you too, you corny bitch.” He grinned and Dom smiled back. He wasn't sure if they were done with the other's cycle but it was the quiet moments they shared that made their bond even stronger. He just hoped they had enough time between rounds now to fit in time for him to feed their son.

“You was so fucking sexy talking out ya plan and being a good mum. I fink a night out at the club would be good. Love to see ya dance for me.” Dom purred, gently caressing his partner's cheek with his knuckles.

“Woah there cowboy, I don't fucking dance and you're not allowed to watch the girls either.”

“I don't want ‘em girls. Jus' you.”

“Fine, but if we're making a show of my strength and the omega's he fucking with, maybe you should be the one dancing for me.” The boss teased back before sighing. “It's gonna be fucking weird leaving the apartment but I think it's the best we got right now. Either he'll be scared off or he'll be dumb enough to make a damn move and then we can off his ass in self defense. Maybe it'll be nice to get out and feel like myself again but we need to be careful with Blain. I'm worried he still loves this bastard.”

“We'll figure it out. Ain't like we can go out yet anyways.” The killer hummed, pulling his mate in for another kiss. They would deal with the trouble when they had to, for now they were too wrapped up in each other and part of him, as exhausted as he was already, never wanted his rut to end. It was the first one he actually found himself enjoying any part of.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

They can never stay apart too long but this one might be the record 🤭 I don't think Dom is the only one in his cycle but I suppose we'll see. Their plan might be interesting but let's hope James isn't listening and will hopefully be willing to back down. If only for Blain. I just feel bad for whoever has to clean the kitchen 😂 I hope you're still enjoying their story, the plot will return soon ❤️‍🔥🖤

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artzzyb00-27 · 6 months

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Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could.

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone.

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

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johnmarstonskittenwiggle · 7 months

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Potata Soup (An RDR short story)

Arthur Morgan sighed as he looked at the young boy, cold, probably afraid and confused as he sat, curled up, in the tent at the camp. “Goddamit,” the young man muttered as he stood up and grabbed a bowl off the makeshift table outside his own tent and walked to the small, ragged tent located in the corner of the camp.

“Hey, there, kid.” Arthur knelt down at the opening.

“Leave me alone,” the boy muttered meekly, his knees tucked up to his chest as he hugged them tightly. He looked small, skinny— too skinny, to be frank.

“Thought you might be hungry. Brought ya some potata soup.” He held the bowl in his hand, extending it toward him. “Ain’t nothin’ special but it’ll fill your belly.”

“I ain’t hungry. You best go on and git or you’ll be real sorry, mister,” the boy uttered with a slight tremble to his tone.

Arthur let out a huff and sat with his legs crossed at the tent’s opening and set the bowl down in front of him, nudging it toward the child.

“I said I ain’t hungry.” The child looked back at him.

“Alright. I get it, you wanna be stubborn. That’s fine but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit here and watch you starve, boy.” With that, Arthur stood up and walked back toward his own tent, glancing back to see a pair of hands reach out and grab the bowl, pulling it toward him.

He smiled softly as the boy picked up the small wooden spoon and slowly lifted it to his chapped lips, taking a small taste of the broth before slurping down a few bites. “Woah, slow down there, kid. You’ll get a stomachache,” Arthur blurted out uncontrollably as he walked back toward the tent the boy was in. “Hardy eatin’ for a lad that ain’t hungry.” He chuckled as the child wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt while Arthur once again knelt down.

“Shut up, will ya?” The kid muttered as he finished the soup, slurping the remains from the bowl.

“Feisty one,” Arthur muttered. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“J- John,” the boy looked at him. “John Marston.”

“Nice to meet you, John.” Arthur smiled in satisfaction, extending a hand out. “Name’s Arthur Morgan.”

“This don’t mean nothin’, Mister Morgan. I’ll be gone come mornin’.” John laid the bowl off to his side.

“Hate to hear that, son. Tough kid like you will do just fine surviving these harsh lands.” Arthur looked at him sincerely.

“I’ll be jus’ fine.” John looked at the ground and then at his hands, which laid lazily in his lap as Arthur stood back up to retire back to his tent. “Hey, Arthur?” John quipped out.

“Yeah, John?” Arthur looked down at him as John stood up.

“Before you turn in for the night, mind gettin’ me some more of that soup? I’m famished.” John looked up at him with an innocent gaze.

“Sure thing, kid.” Arthur smiled warmly and walked to the caldron which held the potato soup.

(Disclaimer: Obviously none of this is canon. Just a cute little image I had of how Arthur welcomes John to camp/the gang.)

#john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption john #arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #van der linde gang #arthur and john are brothers

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What is ur opinion on all the Yuenchi characters that appeared so far?

Now this is a very great opportunity for me to introduce some of the cuties in the gaiden but let me just show you this unnamed boxer cutie before startin off with a few characters—

*heart eyes, dick hard*

We'll call him boxer cutie, I recall he appears in 12th chapter but anything pass 11 of yuuenchi is almost nonexistent 'less you're desperate like me to go on reddit and scourge for the rest. I love his chill, free and easy personality. But one thing that bothered me is (cw spoilers) my guy already experienced his last moments before mumon could even become a bodyguard at his place and lost to one of those vacuum palm users aka nincompoops like yanagi, hopefully he atleast gives us his name before he rests in peace kek

Mumon Katsuragi :aka the bakiverse inosuke

He's a natural cutie. I find it intriguing how his lips have more color than the rest of the male characters in the gaiden and female characters usually have those, right? I like it when people ask if he's a woman as soon as he takes off his cap. He probably wears it to look more manly and convincing. Besides that, I realize how close the connections are between presumably distant characters and characters he had raw connections with aka Tokugawa/taizan/rofu/kozue etc. They all know about katsumi and it makes me wonder if there's a time where lil informations about eachother are occasionally brought through random moments as they think about that time in the circus

I'd also like to say since he left the circus; there's one panel where kid katsumi can be seen crying over him and his dad, he slipped during his performance because he was worried about mumon and this goes back to that one canon detail where katsumi still appreciates his biological mom despite her having to leave him the same way—This small angsty detail burdened me with profound woes and made me feel bad for my boy katsumi because mumon never planned turning on his heels once as he left daw fuck me bro, me thinks what ifww katsumi held a grudge on him instead and they fwight epicly at the very end

Overall? He's such a good boy, but in the latest chapters....? He became feral after his trauma was relived (chapter 16)

Taizan Matsumoto

Best dad no words. He raised mumon so well—no better dilf could simply replace his raw capability as a functional parent in the bakiverse. Not only does he headlock properly, he takes things to another level by being the solid mvp of the gaiden. Mumon would simply stay as a famishing stray kid without him, what more is there without this man prior to recent chapters? None. He's such a good father figure to both mumon and kozue, but good things come to end sooner than bad earnings—Itagaki why indeed.

I think he's the reason why mumon likes hanging out under cherry blossoms? someone mentioned that and I'd like to take the lovely idea to heart without correcting myself or the other person in hand

Rofu Isomura

Interesting character. Love him and the faces he made with kid mumon, their interaction, growth and everything. Anything about their interaction was wholesome and it showed mumon's unspoken aptitude for quick learning and being a genius at mastering techniques at such a young age. He's funny too, so unpredictable yet enjoyable

Mizuchi Koganemaru

Ya really need my opinion lastly on this silver spoon? His talent for nude sculpting is pretty impressive and we're not hinting at the sculpture of lady in the corner of his room. I think he's so mysterious, I like it. But also, there haven't been enough source for the recent chapters nor updates so I can't tell much about my opinion on him. One thing I wanna know is, what's he doin sculpting mumon and holding the manmade cement head huh.

I vouch yuuenchi for the unique art style and well written details for the manga artist to consider drawing in the upcoming chapters :heart emoji: they have all my respect in terms of making mumon and the rest. The more the merrier innit for the main anime?

There are a few more characters I've had peeks of in the latest chapters which is really hard to find by the way, but this is all I could say for now lawl

#baki the grappler #baki dou #baki gaiden #yuuenchi #baki son of ogre #mumon katsuragi

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Chapter 5 - A night worth dying for

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

You’d dragged Jake all the way up the stairs, cursing him whenever he’d stand on a step and make it squeak “sorry darl', ain’t light footed” he whispered “clearly. Now shut it.” You scold, noticing your dad’s door closed so you were able to sneak past and across the hall, into your own.

You closed the door gently behind you and Jake surveyed it. Nothing had changed. Except the Stetson leant on your bed post. He pushed you against the closed door and attacked your lips again, hands stroking small circles either side of your waist “y’still taste like treacle?” He asks and you giggle “have a taste, find out” and he growls, picking you up as if effortlessly only to lay you down onto the bed, kissing your lips hungrily as his hands drag down the skirt you’re wearing. He kisses down your still clothed torso, to your legs and to your feet, finally pulling off the skirt and discarding it somewhere across the room to be forgotten.

He slid down the bed until his knees collided with the hardwood floor, pulling your legs to the end of the bed with him. he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear yet stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at you; your lips parted and eyes wide in anticipation “boy I swear if y’ don’t get on wi’ it I ain’t never gonna let you touch me again” you threaten and he chuckles “now now sweetness” he raises a brow with a smirk “patience is a virtue” “hell I waited five years for y’boy” you groan and he chuckles “y’know how many times I’ve had’t fuck my own hand just at the thought of ya?” He asks with a tut, pulling down your panties and off your feet, delving straight in to kiss up your left thigh, then your right, putting a leg over either shoulder as he looks up at you again. “Y’gonna be good for me? Gonna be good for jakey?” He asks and you nod “gonna be quiet and let me work?” He asks and you nod “don’t wanna be hung before I get my fix” he says, leaning into lick a long, slow swipe up right where you wanted him. You cried out and threw a hand over your mouth to try quieten yourself. “Still as sweet as I remember. Like Canadian sap you are” he mutters “don’t think I’ll ever get my fix of ya. You’re too damn good, girl” he says, mouth working on your core; licking and sucking like a man starved, pained, hunger so horribly famished that he eats his final meal so animalistic.

A criminal on death row.

“Jakey” you cry, tears welling in your eyes at the sheer enjoyment you felt “I know treacle, I know” he says, thrusting a finger into your wet core “god your soakin’.” He grunts, pushing another in to search for the spongy sweetness which would offer you that sweet release he craved for you to have. “Need you Jakey, please” you beg and he shakes his head “sorry sweetheart, gotta open y’up first. Ya just so damn tight I wouldn’t fit” he says, licking and fingering his way into you “humble” you joke between suppressed moans and he raises his brows “listen if you’re gon go and be a brat now I’ll just take ya over my knee first then have my way. Y’want that?” He asks and you shake your head back in response. He tsks and shakes his head “damn woman gon be the death o’ me.” He complains, leaning back to continue his job. A heavy feeling set in your stomach, overwhelming pleasure as he reiteratively hits a part so unimaginably unreachable you’d felt like heaven on earth. “That feel good baby? Y’gon cum? That’s it’s baby, all over me tha’s it.” He coos, leading you through your orgasm and letting you ride it out, lapping up your juices on his hands and face, determined to have it all.

He leans up to stroke your face with a hand “such a good girl f’me.” He says, leaning to undo his belt to let his jeans fall. “Y’sure y’ready for me darlin?” He asks and you nod “been waitin’ five fuckin’ years Jakey, need ya bad” you complain and he tuts “don’t swear it’s a filthy habit for a lady” he scolds “yessir” you comply and he grows in his slacks “tha’s it. Keep taking orders like I tell ya.” He says, removing his boxers and doing the same to his underwear to what he did with yours.

He drew your hips in an pushed himself in slowly, putting his own hand over your mouth to truly silence you “s’too much” you mumble from beneath his hand “I know darlin, just gimme a minute. Take all the time y’need” he soothes, patient with you as he gradually pushes all the way in “you’re so damn tight, gon make me cum right now, honey. Y’feel what ya do to me?” You nod “tha’s it, just tell me when ya ready” he says and eventually you nod, and he starts to slowly thrust into you, the grip you had on his wrist creating small moon shaped indents from where your nails carved inward. He’d tease you about them later.

“Need ya, faster” you ask, eyes closing tight “baby, I ain’t gon be able to hold back” he worries and you open your eyes slightly “then don’t” and he starts driving into you like some unfed animal, a pace that caused your headboard to crack against the wall “shit” he grits his teeth, reiteratively knocking back and forth, noticing your back arching and teeth biting hard into a bloody lip when he hit a certain part inside of you. “Y’gon let me fill y’up? Gon let me make ya a momma? Hmm?” He asks as you moan as loudly as the hand over your mouth would allow “Y’gon do that? Gon cum with me honey?” He asked and you nodded, releasing as he did the same deep inside of you.

His moves falter and he drops his head into your neck, kissing it lightly as he lets you ride out your high “good girl, so good f’me” he mumbles nearly incoherently. You pull his face up from your neck and kiss him gently, stroking along his cheeks, tracing the bones with your thumbs. “Get out of here before my daddy see’s ya” you say and he chuckles, groaning slightly “wanna stay like this forever” he tells you and you allow him to linger for a minute. “Go on now, cowboy. Back where ya belong” you say as he complies, redressing both himself and you before you both head over to your balcony.

He leans down again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before climbing over the aged wood and jumping to the dirt road below, making his way back into the saloon and out of sight.

“Your ears broken, boy?”

Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

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storm-of-feathers · 9 months

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anyways hello I'm home and made the mistake of not eating breakfast before the thing and I was there for hours and ya boy is FAMISHED.

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umbranstilettos · 2 months

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"Yeah, never stopped bein' me. Ya hungry? Need some coffee?" Katsu was dressed only in his jeans. @katsu-wants-your-bottom

"Mhm, famished", Cereza said as she approached him with whipped cream on hand squirting a dollop onto the prominent Adam's apple on the base of his throat as her tongue circles before landing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "I thìnk you need that better than I do, I felt like I drained the youth out of my pool boy"

#fhulhuseofmuses #fhulhuse-of-muses #;muse| bayonetta #;answered

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gnarliest-phone-dude · 5 months

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** opens the piss jar and drinks it like a famished victorian boy **

;)

“Would’ve really preferred if ya saved that for the safety of your own home but uh. Groovy.”

#oliver swift #oliver swift ask blog #dialtown ask blog #tw suggestive

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 2 years

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FLICKER CHAPTER 2

Arms Of A Stranger

Millie drops me off in front of the Cherry Bomb and I take a seat on the bench by the front door, hugging my coat close to try and warm up some.

I was a little hesitant about packing any dresses but I'm glad I did. I look down at my phone and I see it's 5 till 9 and I start to panic a little. I mean I'm just plain, old, boring me. Why would anyone that looks like he does be interested in me?

I let out a huff of frustration and look back down at my phone when I hear footsteps approaching and someone sits next to me. I look up and my jaw drops to the floor.

Niall smiles and laughs at my reaction.

"Seems like yer sober enough t' recognize me now. I was a bit curious when y' didn't freak out last night."

I shake my head and blush.

"Honestly talking to you is about the only thing I can remember clearly from last night.. and now I'm even more embarrassed oh god..."

I cover my face with my hands and Niall moves my hands away from my face before he takes one of them in his, lacing our fingers together.

"But y' didn't really freak out just now. Can we just go out and be us? No fame, no embarrassment, just Niall and Emily?"

I blush and I nod.

"I'd actually really like that. But I do have to be honest with you, I'm still a little hung over. So I'm not really at my 100% best, but I will definitely try."

He smiles and shakes his head.

"Yer fine. I can definitely tell a difference in you from last night, but it just makes me want t' get to know you even more. Now, shall we? I don't know about you, but I'm famished."

I smile and nod. He stands up and holds a hand out to me to help me up and I take it with a smile and a nod. I expect him to let go but he keeps a tight hold on my hand and it makes the butterflies that were already forming in my stomach start to lose it a little. We walk for a couple minutes until he stops in front of this little diner called The Wild Clover.

Niall lets go of my hand and grabs the door, holding it open for me with a smile. I giggle and go in and he follows behind and we head over to a table and Niall pulls out a chair for me. I sit down with a smile and he sits across from me.

Our waiter, a boy who looks about 17 or so, comes over with a small smile. He approaches our table and places 2 menus down.

"G'mornin guys, my name is Dillon and I'll be your server. Can I get ya guys any drinks to start?"

Niall and I both smile and nod. Niall then turns his head and looks at me.

"D' you trust me?"

I chuckle, a little weary but I nod, to which he smiles and turns back to Dillon.

"Could we get 2 cups of cider?"

Dillon nods and smiles before he walks away and Niall turns his attention back to me.

"This place is the best. Their cider is to die for and their food is even better! I try t' make sure I come at least once while I'm visiting home."

I smile.

"That's cute. And I can see why you like it so much. It's so small and homey and it smells amazing in here. It's very quaint."

He smiles and nods.

"I used t' come here all the time before I was in One Direction. Kinda reminds me of the simpler times when things were less chaotic."

I nod in understanding.

"It's nice to remember those days. I've been voice acting since I was 13 so I was constantly traveling and I still am honestly. Conventions almost every weekend, and directing just adds even more to my plate. So visiting home nowadays, I have to cram so much in!"

I say as I giggle and Niall smiles. Dillon comes back and drops places two steaming cups of cider and then pulls out a pad and a pen.

"Are y' ready to order?"

Niall turns his attention to Dillon and he nods.

"Two of the big plates please."

Dillon nods and jotts it down before he walks off and Niall's attention goes back to me.

"What's that like? I don't have much experience with acting, minus bits from SNL and an episode of iCarly."

I giggle and nod.

"I mean, on screen acting is a tad different than voice over. But I guess for me, I get less nervous in the booth. But I guess you do have to make extra noises that you wouldn't have to do on screen. Like grunts and stuff. It's hard not to laugh doing those some days."

I let out a chuckle and Niall smiles.

"What's one thing that you've gotten to do or experience in your time as a voice actor that you'll never forget?"

I think for a minute before a smile appears on my face.

"There was this one thing. I played one of the main characters in a Disney animated show, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, and somehow Disney snagged Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy to play a character. Working with him was like a dream and he's honestly one of the sweetest people I've ever met. What about you? I'm sure there's so many you could think of."

He laughs a little a nods.

"Definitely a fair few, but I don't think I could pick just one."

I smile and nod. Dillon once again comes back to our table but he's holding a tray of food this time. He places a plate in front of me and then one in front of Niall.

"Enjoy guys. Let me know if ya need anything!"

Niall and I nod and Dillons walks off. Niall wasn't kidding when he said a big plate. There's bacon, sausage, eggs, potatoes, beans, soda bread, tomatoes, mushrooms, and white pudding.

"You weren't kidding when you asked for the big plate!"

I laugh and Niall smiles and nods.

"It's a good breakfast t' fix a hangover. Had to learn that the hard way!"

Niall laughs and shakes his head and I smile.

"Well I'm sure you're right! And it really does smell amazing!"

He smiles and we both clean our plates as we talk. Dillon comes over with the check and I pull out my wallet to pay but Niall shakes his head.

"Hey, hey no. "

I shake my head.

"Niall, you're sweet, but I can pay for myself. You don't have to pay for me."

He groans playfully.

"I want to pay. I was the one that asked ya out, wasn't I? So please let me pay."

I sigh and nod and he smiles.

He pays and I grab my purse, putting my coat back on and Niall holds the door open for me and I smile as we leave the diner. Niall closes the door and turns to me, raising a hand to the back of his head and I can tell he's nervous.

"I know I just asked ya to breakfast and I know yer here t' visit family but..."

He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. I smile a little and take his other hand in mine, blushing.

"You can tell me, Niall. There's no need to be nervous."

He looks down at our conjoined hands and nods.

"I'm really enjoyin spending time with ya, Emily. And I was wondering if ya 'd want t' spend the rest of the day with me? I understand if ya have plans with yer family and-"

I let go of his hand and I take his cheeks into my hands, grabbing his face so he would pay attention to me and stop rambling.

"Niall, I would love to. I'm having fun with you and I don't want today to end if I'm being honest."

I let go of his face with a smile and he smiles at me.

"Sorry. Guess I'm just nervous. Haven't been on a date in a good minute and I've forgotten how this dating business works."

His cheeks tint slightly as he smiles and I nod.

"You've got me beat! The last date I was on was when I was 15, so I really don't have any experience. So let's just find out together. Like a fresh start?"

He smiles and nods.

"I'd really like that. But I do have a question. How come ya never dated anyone else? If ya don't mine me askin.."

I shake my head and we take a seat on a nearby bench.

"I wasn't really looking for anything I guess. I wasn't in the right mental state to be in a relationship and I was in the middle of trying to fix myself so honestly it was for the better. I got to focus on work and not feel bad about it and I slowly started to feel better. But honestly nowadays I'm always working and I never really meet anyone outside of work. Well, I haven't even really tried. So I guess there's that."

I chuckle and look down at my hands and Niall takes one of my hands in his. I look up to see him looking at me with a soft smile on his face.

"Fresh start, right?"

I smile and nod. He stands up, still holding my hand and he pulls me up with him.

" 'M not sure what else ya really had planned today but I had some ideas if yer interested."

I smile and nod.

"What did you have in mind?"

His smile widens and he lets go of my hand, holding out his arm for me to take, like a gentleman. I giggle and take his arm and we start walking.

"I thought I could show ya around since it's yer first time here. Give ya an exclusive tour."

I giggle and look at him.

"How different is this gonna be compared to the tour you gave Lewis?"

I laugh and Niall smirks, turning to me and raising an eyebrow.

"Ya watched that?"

I shrug and nod with a smile.

"I mean Lewis is hilarious. My roommates and I watch his tiktoks and practically die every time. And y' know, the guy that was showing him around was pretty cute."

I smile playfully and Niall laughs.

We walk and and talk as he shows me around as I start to get pretty cold, and my fingertips start to look a little blue. I was in the middle of saying something when Niall stops walking and drops his arm.

"Niall, what's-"

He cups my hands in his and raises them to his mouth before he begins to blow on them slowly. I blush, not just from the warmth of his breath but from his actions. After a minute, I can feel my fingertips again and Niall lowers our hands and looks up at me.

" Could feel yer hands getting cold and I thought I'd help ya warm up. Feel better?"

I blush and nod.

"T-thank you..."

He nods and smiles. He lets go of my right hand but holds onto my left, lacing our fingers together and sticking our hands in his warm jacket pocket, causing me to blush more. He shoots me one more smile before we resume walking.

"So I was thinkin... maybe ya wanted t' go dancin with me t' night? It's 90's night at the Cherry Bomb and I thought ya might enjoy it."

I blush and nod.

"I don't think I've ever really gone dancing before.. But I'd love to! But wait... I need to go shopping... this is kinda the only dress I packed..."

Niall smiles and just shakes his head.

"Ya look great, no reason t' change. But you're going to anyways aren't you?"

I giggle and nod and he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Alright. I'll drop ya off at yer cousin's place and come back for ya in say.. two and half hours? Would that be enough?"

I giggle and nod. We turn around and start walking in the direction of Millie's house.

"I forgot t' ask but what kind of music do ya like, other than, ya know, One Direction."

We laugh and I shake my head.

"I like a lot of different kinds. Although my Spotify Wrapped begs to differ as well as my Apple Replay... My top 5 were actually Harry, you, One Direction, Twenty One Pilots and I Don't Know How But They Found Me."

I giggle and Niall smiles.

"Oh, ya listen t' my stuff?"

I can't help but snort.

"Niall, you're a lyrical genius! How could I not?"

I can see him blush from the corner of my eye and he smiles.

"Well thank ya fer sayin that. I'm pretty proud of what I've put out. Do ya happen t' have a favorite song? 'M just curious."

I shake my head with a smile.

"Nope. Way too many good ones to pick. I might be able to give you a top ten, though."

We laugh and continue to walk.

"This is embarrassing to say, but when you were still in 1D, I had no interest at all. Like I avoided you guys like the plague, thinking you were like Bieber. I more stuck to the alternative stuff and kept to my eyeliner."

Niall laughs and nods his head.

"Understood. S' what changed yer mind?"

I think back for a minute.

"You know, I'm not really sure. It kinda just hit me like a slap to the face or something like that."

Niall throws his head back laughing and I can't help but smile at him, mentally taking a picture of the moment.

"Never heard it put that way before. Would ya say that's a good thing or a bad thing."

I squeeze his hand and smile.

"Definitely a good thing. Though I was definitely late to it and honestly I'm always way too busy to try and catch any of you for a concert. God I haven't been to a concert in years!"

Niall stops and turns to me.

"Yer kidding, ya haven't? What's the last one ya went to?!"

I nod and shrug.

"I think it was when Heart was touring with Joan Jet? Like 2019ish I guess?"

Niall shakes his head.

"We're gonna have t' fix that, now won't we?"

I giggle and decide to do something I didn't think I'd have the guts to do. I lay my head on his shoulder as we continue to walk. I can feel him sigh but he lays his head on top of mine.

"I mean it's not that I didn't want to go.. Work just had me way too busy and I could never make the time. But. If it was with you... I'd definitely make the time."

He squeezes my hand and I smile. We finally arrive at Millie's house and he lifts his head up, causing me to lift mine as well, and he turns to me, though still holding my hand.

"I'll come back for ya at 7. Does that sound good?"

I nod and smile and he lets go of my hand. Feeling brave, I lean in and peck his cheek, and I can feel my cheeks tint.

"Thank you. I'll see you in a bit?"

He nods as smiles before he slowly turns and walks away and I open the front door, quickly going inside and I shut the door, leaning against it only to see the eyes of my mom and cousin staring at me. Millie has a dirty smirk on her face.

"So how-"

"I need you to take me shopping. Like right now. Please?"

Millie scoffs.

"Why? You look fine!"

I shake my head.

"He wants to go dancing. And this is the only dress I packed. I need to fucking look hot. I look cute right now."

My mom groans and Millie laughs.

"You've never cared before! Don't let his fame change that."

I groan and slide down the door to sit on the floor.

"It's not about that Mama. It was real... and I'm not just saying that. Like it just felt like we were normal people just talking about our lives and getting to know each other... So yes, I want to put in a little more effort. Now, can we go?"

Millie sighs and nods. She stands up from the couch and grabs her keys off the coffee table before making her way to the front door. She kicks me in the side with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Getcha ass up before I change my mind, ya hoe."

I chuckle and stand up, moving away from the door. She then opens it and we rush to the nearest store. Luckily, I find a pretty cute dress in about an hour and we rush back to the house.

I shower pretty quickly and then start to get ready. After about another hour, I hear a knock on the front door while I'm finishing my makeup. I can hear muffled voices through the door and I quickly finish up before opening the bathroom door and heading downstairs.

I see Niall standing by the door talking to my cousin, who was standing across from him, and my mom, who was sitting on the floor holding Millie's cat as she talked to them. I hit the bottom step and the stairs squeak, causing their attention to turn to me.

Niall smiles when he sees me and his mouth gapes.

"Emily.. you look... absolutely incredibly.."

His mouth is still gapped as he walks over to the stairs and holds out his hand to me. I smile and take it, stepping off of the last step and turning to him.

"You don't clean up too bad, yourself. You look handsome! Shall we go?"

He closes his mouth and smiles as he laces his fingers through mine and we walk to the door, Millie opening it. Niall and I walk out the front door and I turn to close it when Millie stops me and looks at Niall.

"You be good to her Mr. Hotshot or I'm kicking yer ass into next year. We clear?"

I try to hold in a laugh and Niall smiles and just nods and she closes her door. We both burst out laughing and we walk down the driveway.

"Figured we could walk since it's such a pretty night and it's only like a five minute walk. Sound good t' you?"

I nod and squeeze his hand and we walk down to the Cherry Bomb. Niall holds the door open for me and he follows behind me inside before he takes my hand again and we walk up to the bar to see Gerard's smiling face.

"Well lookie at you two. Gonna take care o' her if she gets trashed again, Niall?"

Niall and I share a look and we laugh.

"Nah, I've seen her try and hold her liquor, not making that mistake! I think just some dancing and maybe a drink or two. Sound good?"

I smile and nod and Gerard laughs.

"I mean, the only reason she's probably such a lightweight is her age. Not legal in the states yet, she isn't. A wee baby."

I laugh and shake my head and Niall's eyes widen.

"Not legal in the states... um just how old are you?"

I playfully scoff.

"You're asking a lady her age? Niall, I expected better from you."

He frowns and Gerard and I laugh.

"I'm not in my teens, calm down. I'm 20. I turn 21 in just a couple months. Does that... does that bother you?"

I look at him, trying to read his expression as I hear him sigh. I try to hold my head up, holding on to hope but I'm expecting him to let go of my hand. Instead, he squeezes it and shakes his head, a smile forming on his face.

"Of course not. Honestly I thought ya were 23 or 24, ya just act so mature. But no, yer age doesn't bother me. As long as mine doesn't bother you?"

I smile and shake my head, causing his smile to widen.

"Shall we then?"

I nod and he drags me over to the small makeshift dance floor and I can't help but blush. We step foot onto the rustic floor and Niall takes my other hand in his with a smile as a song comes on. My eyes widen the second I hear the familiar melody.

Could you whisper in my ear

The things you wanna feel?

I'd give you anything

To feel it comin'

Niall smiles at my expression. We dance along to the song, not really knowing what we're doing but enjoying being close together

"Ya like the Goo Goo Dolls? Yer eyes sparkled when the song came on."

I look up at him and smile.

"Love them. My mom used to play them all the time, especially this song, and I would slide all over the kitchen tile in my socks, squealing the lyrics."

Niall laughs and shoots his head back.

"Think that's the cutest thing I've ever heard. Would've killed to see it."

I giggle and shake my head as he spins me around and grabs my hand again.

"I'm surprised my mom didn't show you anything from her phone!Her favorite thing to do is embarrass me!"

I giggle and Niall smiles. He lets go of my hands and instead, wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer and I blush. I rest my hands on his chest and I can't seem to stop smiling, especially when the next song comes on.

Late at night when all the world is sleeping

I stay up and think of you

And I wish on a star

That somewhere you are thinking of me too

I look into Niall's eyes and he smiles and begins to softly sing to me as we sway to the song.

" 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. Till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight."

I blush and smile, and I decide to sing along with him.

"And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be, than here in my room, dreaming about you and me."

He smiles and we softly sing the song together as we continue to dance, and when it's over, his hands leave my waist and he takes my hand again, leading me to the bar.

Gerard gets Niall a beer and I just get a Shirley Temple. We decide to find a table in the back and talk for a bit. We take our drinks and find an empty table, sitting down. I hold my drink in one hand with my other resting on the table, and Niall takes the opportunity to take it, lacing our fingers together.

"I know yer only here for 2 weeks, but I'd love t' see ya again, if you'd let me. But I'm also only home fer another day or so."

I smile and squeeze his hand.

"Actually, I'm only here for a few more days. I had a work thing come up so I have to go take care of it. And unfortunately, I actually have to be there, I can't do it over a video call. But I'd definitely love to see you again. I'll be home in LA for the next 2 months. And then I have a convention appearance."

He smiles and nods.

"Then let's plan fer LA. I'll be in London fer a few days but after that I'll being heading back and I'll be there for a bit too. Maybe we could do dinner or something like that?"

I smile and nod. I set my drink down and pull my phone from my purse, handing it to him.

"Put your number in and text yourself and we can keep in touch."

He smiles and sets down his beer before he takes my phone, putting in his contact information. He then gets up, letting go oh my hand and walking over so he stands behind me, my phone still in his hand. I giggle and just as I open my mouth to question him, his lips find my cheek and I hear a quiet click from my phone.

He pulls away and smiles, handing my phone back to me after he hits save and texts himself, my cheeks tinted, almost as red as my lipstick.

He sits back down across from me and chuckles at my puzzled expression.

"What? Contact pictures are important, figured that was a fitting picture."

I blush more and giggle, shaking my head.

I look down at his contact and I can't help but snort and look back up at him.

"Really Niall? 'Charming 'Tato ? What did you save mine as mine as?"

He smiles and pulls out his phone, pulling open my contact and turning his phone around to show me.

Cute Drunky💗

I giggle and I see his smile widen.

"I think that's the cheesiest thing I've seen in a long time. And you're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

He laughs and shakes his head as he puts his phone away. He looks back up at me and squeezes my hand.

"Course I'm not. Ya were cute! Yer cheeks were all red and ya kept tryin t' hide! Wouldn't mind seein ya drunk again.."

I smile and finish my drink before I stand up, pulling him up and he follows me back to the small dance floor. He takes my hands, moving them up to wrap around his neck before his wrap around my waist. We begin to sway again, only whispering to each other.

"You know, I wouldn't mind it if you were the only one that saw me drunk...Just maybe sober enough to be conscious of my surroundings."

Niall laughs and I smile, seeing his nose wrinkle as he laughs. We dance and drink the night away until we both decide we should probably head out. Niall pays the tab and we say goodnight to Gerard before we walk out into the cold night.

Niall holds out his hand to me and I take it with a smile.

"I had a lot of fun with you today. Thank you for inviting me out."

Niall squeezes my hand and I hear him sigh.

"Me too. Honestly haven't had that much fun in a long while. Can't wait to see ya again though. I wanna see as much as I can of ya until I have t' go on tour."

I nod in understanding.

"Oh right! You've been teasing new music! How's that going? Must be exciting!"

He smiles and nods as we continue to walk.

"I've been workin on it for a while now and I'm excited for it. It's been a long time comin'."

I nod my head with a smile and I squeeze his hand.

"I can't wait to hear what you release! I think I've checked that damn website everyday since you announced it and I've definitely been excited. But very cruel of you to tease, sir."

He throws his head back and lets out a laugh.

"Yer right, very cruel. Could I make it up to ya by maybe... letting ya listen to it early?"

I stop in my tracks and my mouth drops and Niall turns to me with confusion.

"Wha-"

Before I can even think, I instinctively turn to him, letting go of his hand before wrapping my arms around his sides to hug him. I feel him relax and he wraps his arms around my waist and he rests his chin on top of my head.

"Y' know, I wasn't expecting ya to do that, but I'm definitely not gonna complain."

I giggle into his chest and he squeezes my waist. After a quiet minute, I lift my head up and look up at him, and he looks back at me with a soft smile.

"Your offer was really sweet, and tempting, I will admit, but I think the wait is worth it, so I'll have to decline. But maybe... maybe we could listen to it together, when you release it? Could we- would that be okay?"

His smile widens and he nods.

"I'd love that. I mean I know you've probably heard the bits I've teased but I'd love t' actually see yer reaction. I bet yer gonna squeal when ya hear it. I might just have t' record it."

I giggle and smile.

"Guess you're gonna have to see then. But you are right, I probably will squeal and maybe cry a little."

We laugh and we stand there for another minute or so, my head buried in his chest again and he rubs my back in a comforting manner. And then my phone begins to vibrate. Again. And again. And again. I sigh and let go of Niall and pull my phone out of my bag.

I unlock my phone and see missed called from Millie, as well as a few texts

6 Missed Calls from That Bitch✨

3 New Text messages

That Bitch

Whore

Answer me!

9 Fucking 1 fucking 1 Bitch! I'm not kidding!

Worry waves through me and I furrow my brows.

"Everything alright? Ya look upset."

I bite my lip and shake my head.

"My cousin called and texted I guess. It seems important... she said it's a 911. I should hurry back. Thank yo-"

"I'll come with ya. Just incase, yeah? Just want to make sure everythin' is okay."

I bite my lip for a second and think before I nod. He takes my hand and we rush back to my cousins house. I fish out my key from my purse, my hands shaking as I unlock the door and burst in.

"Millicent! Millie? Ma!"

Niall follows me as I tread through the house, looking for the two women when I find them in the den. On the couch. And Millie was crying. I rush over to her, worry in my eyes as I sit on the couch.

"What happened Mills, is it your mom?"

She shakes her head, her eyes tear filled as she clutches a box of tissues.

"P-Panic... Panic at the Disco is d-disbanding!"

I wince and move away from her.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Millicent?! That was your emergency?!"

She flips me off as she sniffles.

"It is important, bitch! I'm not okay! What am I gonna do?!"

I groan and Niall bursts out laughing, though his hand quickly finds his mouth to try and hide it. I turn to him with a sigh and he holds his arms out to me, his lips quivering as he tries to hold back an obvious laugh. I give him a small smile and walk into his arms, which he instantly wraps his arms around me as I bury my head in his chest and he rubs my back again.

"Are ya gonna be okay? About that band breaking up?"

I giggle and nod.

"It's been a long time coming in my opinion. I'm a little sad but I'll be okay. I can't believe she fucking called because of that, though. That's so embarrassing."

Niall lets out a small laugh and I can hear Millie faintly yell at me, causing us to laugh. After a few minutes, I let out a yawn and Niall pulls away a little.

"Guess I should get goin. You should get some sleep so ya can be just as beautiful t' morrow."

I blush and hide my face in his chest before quietly murmuring his name, to which he responds with a hum.

"I think that's the cheesiest thing I've ever heard and I hate that it worked."

He laughs and squeezes me tight before pulling away completely. I walk him to the front door and give him one last hug.

"Kay. So let me know when yer back in LA and free and we'll do somethin."

I blush and nod as I lean against the door frame. He leans in and kisses my cheek, making me blush more, which I hope he doesn't notice as he pulls away.

"Goodnight Niall. Will you please let me know when you're home safe?"

He smiles and nods.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful."

I blush and smile and I begin to close the door as I watch him walk away through the crack of the door before I close it all the way and lock it. I lean my back on the door and sigh, sliding down it until I'm sat on the floor.

After a few quiet minutes, my mom shuffles into the entryway to get to the kitchen and she sees me and nod her head at me, gesturing to the kitchen. I sigh and stand up before following behind her, taking a seat on the other of her at the island.

She opens the fridge and pours herself a glass of iced tea before she turns to me and raises a brow.

"Well???"

I shake my head.

"I don't know what you want me to say Ma. It's too new to talk about it. I don't want to get my hopes up about it. We'll talk about it when I'm ready to talk, I will. So just be patient.”

She sighs and sets down her glass on the counter.

“I just worry about you. You know that.”

I snort and shake my head.

“I’m sorry you only have 2 grandkids, but need I remind you, I am your youngest for gods sake! I’m barely 21! So don’t get your fucking panties in a twist.”

I stand up from my seat and turn my back to her as I clutch my phone in one hand, heading to the stairs.

“Em-“

I wave my hand, my back still to her as I walk up the stairs, retreating to my bedroom for the night. After a much needed shower and changing into a pair of sweats and a t- shirt, I lay on my bed, pulling open my phone to scroll through my social media.

After a couple minutes on Twitter, I receive a text.

Charming ‘Tato💚🥔

Hey Emily! It’s Niall. I forgot to text you earlier but I’m home now! Sweet dreams, Beautiful! And enjoy the rest of your stay! Hope you love it as much as I do!

I smile and type a message back to him, then looking over it before I decide I’m satisfied with it and hit send.

Hi Niall! Thank you for letting me know, I was starting to worry that you got lost😉

Thank you for today, can’t wait to see you in LA! Good night!💙

I lock my phone with a smile and place it on the nightstand, plugged in before I get under the covers, turn out the light and close my eyes.

The rest of the week goes by pretty fast. I spend as much time as I can with my cousin and my mom, but Niall and I have been texting all day, everyday since our date. It was finally the day that I fly home and Millie dropped me off at the airport after dramatically crying about missing me.

The flight is pretty smooth and before I know it, I’m off the plane, with my bag from baggage claim, looking for my ride.

“Emily Elizabeth!”

I turn, hearing my name and I can’t help but smile at who I see. She runs to me with a smile and jumps into my arms.

“Jenny!!”

We smile at each other and hug for a good minute before she lets me go and loops her arm through mine as we make our way to her car, and I have an unmistakable smile of my face. It’s definitely good to be home. And I can’t wait for what’s coming.

WC 6030

Chapter 1 is pinned on my blog or you can read it first on Wattpad! Emilywantstopanic

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meteor752 · 1 year

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Oh lawd they been through some shit

So, I’ve done their designs when their parents were still alive on DL. I’ve done their designs of when they joined Empires. I’ve done their designs for when they visited Hermitcraft. I gave them lil Christmas outfits. I showed what they would look like in the future. I even made them as gosh darn villains

But there’s one period of their lives, that I haven’t shown you. I’ve talked about it plenty, even wrote a fic about it, but you’ve never been shown it visually

Double life when their parents had died

Twenty years, of just starving to death repeatedly for the babs

Let’s show it

Oh and btw tw for like, some minor body horror, gauntness and starvation, blood, injuries, and all that jazz. Will be properly tagged

(Also, I cannot express how fun these designs were to make. I spent hours on every single one and it was just such a delight to make them)

Liana

I think I’ve stated this before, but Liana took some heavy damage to her left eye during this time, resulting in her needing a monocle to see properly, thus the eyepatch. Dirty and ripped clothes (those will be very common across every design), and fresh scars that can still be seen in her later designs, just more faded. The missing shoe is also intentional, as that is the foot she later looses to frostbite. It had very little protection against the elements. Her wings being their normal bright colors is also a fun little thing, as even during her most horrid distress, Liana found the time to preen. Idk what’s going on with the pose, but I’m assuming broken ribs. It just looked fun

Wes

The famished look actually the most unnatural for him, because he’s usually so bulky and large. Moss coat fresh and clean, most important thing for him. Newly broken horn, probably a month or so into the development. I actually have very little to say about Wes’ design here compared to everyone else’s, cause like it’s the one I’m probably the most dissatisfied with. It still looks fine and such, but it��s just a bit basic I guess. Idk. I still like the hair, especially the dyed part

Gertrude

Could have gone with the same kinda vibe for her as everyone else, but I realized that I actually haven’t shows Weretrude. This right here isn’t full on Weretrude, more like halfway through transformation, cause I still wanted her to like, look like her ya know. But yeah girl is fully out of it. This is probably not too long after the end of dl, before the game mechanics stopped. When the passing of time kinda stopped, as did the monthly full moons because it never became night. So yeah, the one advantage to their miserable situation

Johnny

The first design, and the reason I did all of these. Johnny was always the one closest to his parents, so their death tore him up the most, to the point where he never left their grave. Moss and vines started to grow on him eventually, and animals and bugs found home in his hair and wounds. So yeah, bad time for lil country bumpkin boy.

Jassy

Ngl, Jassy looks cool as fuck. The sunken in eyes paired with the startling green of her irises, her dirty white hair and mask covering most of her face, her clothes, the fucking contrast in her skin between the light and the dark sunken in parts. I didn’t even intend for that but I just loved it so much that I kept it. Also since this is before she started to form her own identity, she still has the classic Kakashi mask.

Jekiv

Mans looks…honestly pretty normal. Like when everyone is just skin and bones, the actual zombie doesn’t look that zombie like. His skin and hair is a little dirtier, his pastel clothes are a lot dirtier, but yeah he faired pretty alright during this time. Since the first fic I ever wrote for the kids was Jekiv’s logbook, I felt it would only be fitting that he was writing in it for his pose. The quill is also made from one of Liana’s feathers, hence the quality condition. As mentioned in the logbook as well, Jekiv lost his hooded cloak a few years in to a spider, so his hair is on full display here. He hates it.

Novo

Absolutely obsessed with him actually. All of the kids have their own unique weapons (Liana her bow, Wes his war hammers, Gertrude her mace, Johnny his whip, Jassy her double daggers, Jekiv his scythe) except Novo, so I thought it would be only fitting for him to have something as well. And what’s better for him than a barbed bat? He probably still has it in the future, but it’s mostly being kept in his inventory. Difficult being a friendly bard if you keep a murder weapon on you at all times. Also, his cloak? It’s one of Pearl’s old dogs. Not Tilly of course (She was cremated), but one of her pups. Morbid? Yes absolutely. Fitting for my favorite weirdo? Yes absolutely.

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dcwnrisen-aa · 1 year

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❛ if you keep looking at me like that i don’t think i’ll be able to control myself any longer. ❜

hunger is alight in golden gaze as it trails over saint as though witness the ultimate feast after being starved for months on end. grayson could hardly deny himself the need to look upon the other man, it was so easy to get lost in his entirety and know that that ruby gaze would stay to him always. lounging back against the window pane, he tips his head back, watching him from beneath the veil of thick lashes, teeth sinking into plush bottom lip before daring to meet his gaze.

❝ ━ yeah ? how do i look at you? like i could take a bite of you and still be famished ? like i'd used my mouth in the most creative ways ? ❞ grayson trails off, shoulders rising and falling. fingers ascend to push juniper streaked blond tresses out of his face, a fox like grin dimpling his cheeks, ❝ ━ such a shame that you're controlling yourself. i've not tried to bother. there's a plethora of things i'd love for you to do, but if you're too scared...❞ he stretches his arms over his head with a filthy groan, tummy exposed with the rising of his shirt, ❝ ━ there's no leash holding ya back, pretty boy.❞ / @villain-he

#grayson is such a tease jfc i hate him #gray vc: lemme have one of your shirts so i can masturbate tonight to the scent of it :3c #( dryad florist ic. )#villainhe #🌺ˑ » petals swaying in autumn breeze.

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bluddymonster · 4 months

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#FLOWKAGE

https://on.soundcloud.com/WCA4GhLTtfLd6UWM9

im here to colonize the minds of the youth that you've misled

the hat read put together am i right or am i left?

this visual demonstration

point fingers at your presentation

in a pedophilic nation

conquered by vile rapist

its a waste of back & forth

but if your hurt stay the course

you gon pay for that though

like your kids in that divorce

yes im fuckin ruthless

i'll leave this black dragon toothless

have his jaw wired shut

& unable to drink juices

go ahead call it boring and say that your snoring

them 3rd grade raps more corny than im horny

even with the one flow cant deny that im scoring

im the black cat when it come to writing stories

and these expository

stop them narratives

you got a shout from rory

that's funny not discouragin

i appreciate your courage

but you speaking about surface shit

god bless the child who has to learn shit the hardway

if u thought i would quit your in for some long days

i illicit these responses cause i spew truth like kanye

rough around the edges but never acting in a broadway

hoppin on a live speakin in such a broad sense

my heart been set since before your lil brother got hit

destiny's amusing my favorite type of entertainment

and at my GOAT arraignment we will laugh at your hatred

they dont like us

specially when you might just

mic up

& blasphemize their life till they lifeless

i'll keep it honest wit ya boy

i hate you fuckin oldheads

complaining bout the truth

though it was asked by muhammad

& i know it aint my fault

we can open the vault

go line for line

you'll get your legacy disolved

when the best of me's involved

the lesser me gets lost

that veteran minimum

just aint cutting it lil dawwww

you must be injury prone

cause the history shows

them epiphanies u had

aint changed shit at all

yall told us that this rap shit was established for the sellouts

now i echoed that statement and you wanna let a yellout ?

fuck that shit ima lay you to bed now

tuck you in nice with a pamper and some meds now

your 50 right?

how was that rectal examination?

i hope your health is amazing

but after this ass whooping

they gon have to double check ya anus

fix ya lips to diss me

yo bitch ass gon need dentures

i'll go ten for ten

you'll be the end of my adventure

the fans soul's famished

they miss when rappers were clever

you spit a fat joke

and now you falling flat forever

whats your opinion on that diddy shit?

rather hear that than these opinions bitch

put the game on me boy you know that i been killin shit

the weight on my shoulders makes me perform better bitch

call me what you want

but you cant call me a phony

thru all my worst days

i wouldn't ever look below me

to beef with anyone i dont feel is worthy

on an ig live or an ig story

the truth hurt dont it

the shoe fits dont it

i make ya mood switch

then leave you feeling broken

5 types of rappers

that we see in the game

a few worth the listens

some aint worth the plays

some tryna be lyrical

confusing syllables for message

others spit spiritual

miracles in their sentences

some sell their soul

then be rappin with a vengeance

rape the culture

then get supported by the veterans

music isnt owned

by the artist thats a fact

cant even get paid

more than a cent for your rap

but you screamin out cap

lemme spit more facts

the fact is you well respected at your craft

u respect the truth

and u appreciate the math

if they give you a percentage of a cent for a stream

that smells really similar to slavery to me

ill say this gently

since you misinterpreting heavily

if the shoe fits wear it

your medley speaks to the spirit

and you say the same thing

you gahdamn midget

what the fuck is music worth?

if we dont make no money?

that is the approach

of all these rappers who be dummies

if that shit was for you

i woulda left you a clue

you a black starr baby

i heard all your tunes

them shits inspiring

and i think the worlds spiraling

are you in a bind ?

is that why your viraling?

chasing clips consciously

i think its comedy

i'll destroy your whole colony

with my lyrical sodomy

im stomping on your playground

pushing the bullies to the ground

fuck your gatekeeping

this is my slide now

cause yall didnt back joey and he was badass

yall didnt back bishy even doom saw his talent

yall didnt back the zombies you treated em like trash bags

whole city of underachievers where the raps at?

pass the baton

or get stomped in front of your mom

and yes im spittin it calm

cause the truth in these psalms

it seem that beast coast flame

is really dying out

ice spice the hottest out

& everyline that leaves her mouth

is poop fart shit,

dont pout

their was also 6 9

and yall let that one rock

everybody on the block

was screaming the lyrics of a cop

you from a clown ass city

with rats big as birds

you can say that its gritty

its just dirty you heard

fix ya mouth to diss me

you gon end up with some dentures

on this lil adventure

ill probe you on whatever

fantastic souls famished

fishing for sumn clever

he spat a fat joke

then end up fallin flat forever

flat like the monitor

when somebody passes

the old game

was sold for the bettering of masses

anger seeping thru your pores

anytime you grab pen

tryna fix your head

to discuss everything i've said

the messenger may die

but the truth has been said

rather that then the lie's told

like rap hasn't been sold to its end

if you take the truth to heart

maybe its cause the shoe fits

but i'd never defend something

that i thought wasn't legit

rather bite my tongue

& keep the air in my lungs

then waste my time on lines of lie's

from someone white as a dove

i try to stay congruent

to the part of me that loves you

all the portions of my hate

have been healed by these tussle's

im not no russel simmons

but my meditation is in rhythm's

singing lavish hymms

about tryna change the system

polution of the mind

they want the tea like lipton

but i make the world tremble

with the truth when im spitting

anytime i utter words

their on the edge of their chairs

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inspector-montoya-fox · 5 years

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let’s talk about the themes of the Sly games

Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus (2002):

Paris: this might not be the game’s main theme but it’s the theme that is most omnipresent. Paris is the glue that connects everything together. it immediately has such an impact on the player, even though it’s just the tutorial and the gang’s base of operations. Sly being a thief but also living in Paris just sounds so right, like it’s the way it should be. it fits.

The Thievius Raccoonus: this is the main theme and what provides the game with its premise. it’s the book that needs to be glued back together and its importance is highlighted throughout. almost every level has a page included so we’re constantly reminded of its significance. the skills we earn by retrieving the main ancestors’ pages elevate the gameplay and force the player to respect it. other than that it’s a clever way to spotlight the ancestors and establish that Sly does come from a long line of thieves.

Family: this doesn’t need much explaining but i’ll do it anyway. we start off with Sly’s parents getting killed and him landing at an orphanage where he creates a new family for himself with Bentley and Murray. you’ve got 3 different types of family: (A) Connor and Sly’s mom getting murdered and Sly’s aim to avenge them, (B) Bentley and Murray being true brothers when Sly was left with no one (i’m tearing up), and (C) the ancestors, which are explored more in-depth through the theme of The Thievius Raccoonus. Family as a theme explores Sly’s motivations and drive, even though Connor’s role is minor, especially in comparison to his role in Sly 3

Morality: Sly 1 is rudimental in its gameplay. it was a little game with a big promise at the time it was released, hoping to serve Sony and the Playstation 2 with a worthy mascot and an even worthier title. but right off the bat the player is bombarded with a shit-ton of lore about the world Sly lives in and how he operates. we immediately find out he’s an antihero, an honourable thief who has a code of conduct. this comes into stark contrast with the game’s villains who are basically filthy crooks. thief takes down thieves and the theme of Morality is SP’s attempt to make the player distinguish between good criminal and bad criminal. Morality as a theme is spotlighted immensely in Cold Heart of Hate when Sly saves Carmelita because he truly is the good guy, but also when it’s revealed that what’s been keeping Clockwerk alive all these years is the lack of morals and the hatred. the game establishes Morality as the outlining theme of the entire series, placing Sly on a pedestal because he’s honourable. morals trump hatred, so fuck off Clockwerk (even though ‘perfection has no age’ might be one of the coolest lines in the game lol)

Sly 2: Band of Thieves (2004):

Paris: this is the theme from the first game but on steroids. like make it x10. when you take the plot of Sly 2 and boil down to its core, it turns out to be a full-on race against time to save Paris. it provides both a nod to the first game and a sense of closure at the end: the game begins in Paris and ends in Paris. It’s both a setting and a catalyst, and it is absolutely brilliant in the game. you spend most of the game globetrotting, away from home but as soon as you find out ClockLa is on her way to unleash her psychotic brain waves and turn the city evil, you find yourself at the edge of your seat, caring more about Paris than anything else. it’s omnipresent and powerful and i don’t know why but i love it.

Spice: if you wanna be my lover. here’s an amazing replacement for drug trafficking as a plot device in a children’s game: spice. the spice trail is what pushes the narrative forward but also gives the gang something to face before the pieces fall into place and the larger scale of things is revealed. before ClockLa steals the show, spice is the main antagonist in the game. it brings the villains together, leads the gang from one location to another, provides some memorable missions and obstacles (Spice in the Sky and a raged, spice-infused Murray). but it’s not to say that it fades away in the long-run. Spice is actually the subtle thread that connects the episodes together but also is significant to the final master plan of hypnotising Paris.

Deception: obvious one here. Neyla pretending to be an ally is the major example. we’ve got the Contessa pretending to be loyal to Interpol, we’ve got Arpeggio seemingly being the mastermind behind everything (which he kinda was until he wasn’t), we’ve got the whole evil plot reveal on the spice, we’ve got Neyla ripping off Arpeggio on her journey to become the most well-written villain in video-game history. lots going on here. overall great theme. on a wider scale (and i’ve touched on this before in some recent posts) we’ve got SP deceiving the player into thinking the plot is all laid out at Rajan’s ball until it all turns to shit and nothing goes as expected. Appearance V Reality is a sub-theme that pops up when Bentley fights Jean Bison and Bison constantly underestimates Bentley until the turtle fucking blows his lights out. it’s not an instance of Deception per se, but it’s worth mentioning

The Past: Clockwerk’s return makes this a theme instead of a motif. before ‘saving Paris’ becomes the main objective, it’s Sly’s determination to prevent Clockwerk’s revamping that kicks off the game’s events. the events of Sly 1 play a pivotal role here as they lay the groundwork for the plot of Sly 2. it’s not just Sly 2: The Sequel. with its own set of characters and an intricate story it becomes its very own thing. but Clockwerk is the link that connects everything.

Morality: this one sneaks up on you in the game’s second half and just bites you right in the ass when you least expect it. Contessa, who until her boss-fight seems to be just another selfish spider bitch witch, manifests into this advocate for Sly’s inner demons through simple dialogue. fucking brilliant. ‘You’re an ignorant child playing dress-up in his father’s legacy’ (in my opinion, the best line in the entire series) kicks it all off. and then the theme becomes obviously present throughout. it explores the fine line that Sly walks between robin hood and scumbag thief, it shows how the villains are down-right criminals who want to benefit from their crimes, it cracks black and white into a million pieces because in a single game there are like a million layers of good and evil: Barkley at the very top as the authoritarian white, Carmelita as a sympathetic cop who tries to grasp onto her own code of ethics while occasionally running with the thieves, Sly and the gang as antiheroes, the villains as... villains, and Neyla as the embodiment of satan. it’s a scale and the game spotlights this. i had a different bullet point for Justice but i think it falls under Morality. basically, Carmelita’s story arc in Sly 2 deals with blurring her views a bit and re-defining justice

Sly 3: Honour Among Thieves (2005):

Ancestry (Cooper Vault): this is what the game is all about, or at least the premise. after stitching the cottdamn book back together by the end of the first game, Sly 2 doesn’t give any attention to the Thievius Raccoonus. in fact, Sly 2 exists on a completely different plane, using its amazing plot to elevate itself away from the lore of the first game. ancestry is rarely mentioned. flashforward to Sly 3, where SP takes us back to the mythos for a new caper involving a new reveal: the Cooper Vault. what we thought we knew about the ancestors is thrown out the window to pave the way for this mystical place where the Coopers buried their secrets and their loot. i’d like to point out that the theme of Ancestry is great and all but SP does a shitty job in spreading it throughout the game. whilst recruiting the new gang members we often forget why we’re doing so and it’s not until the last episode of the game that we get the fulfilment of the theme’s promise. it’s also worth mentioning that the theme pops up in A Cold Alliance when Tsao is comparing himself to Sly and he speaks of his ancestors but we somehow get the feeling that his ancestors were all colossal jerks like him and had absolutely 0 honour

Family: this is not the same as Ancestry. the new gang members could have very well been distant with each other if not for the adventures that made them bond. Bentley’s fascination with the Guru, Murray being the Guru’s apprentice, Bentley falling for Penelope, Penelope and Panda King helping Murray with the van, Panda King and Sly working alongside each other to kill vampire mantises and the Crusher. these are all moments that helped sell the ‘group of thieves’ aspect of the game. but Family also explores the bond of the original trio and how, even when they face their differences (Bentley and Murray living in the shadow of Sly), they can still make it through, even stronger than before. other references here might include: Panda King and Jing King, Dimitri and the Lousteau diving legacy, Dr. M and McSweeney being Conner’s “sidekicks”

Honour: this replaces the theme of Morality from the previous two games as the situations the characters face allude to honour (doing what’s right for the greater good) rather than morality (black and white, good vs evil). what i mean by that is SP making an effort to distinguish why Sly is a different thief and ultimately an antihero. this was sorta explored in the previous games by having Sly put an end to the villains’ various operations but the overall plot overshadowed those instances. Sly 3 on the other hand fully explores the theme of Honour by including the word in the title and having the gang save the day in every episode. stopping harm to the environment (polluting the Venice canals, destroying the Australian outback), helping Penelope come to terms with her inner demons by encouraging her to drop the facade of the Black Baron, saving Jing King from forced marriage, etc. the theme also ties into the theme of Redemption (below) but what i’d really like to point out is that Carmelita gets in on it as well. i can’t think of a more honourable moment than when she finally, after 3 games, puts the petty cop bullshit aside and comes to Kaine Island with her squad to save Sly from Dr. M. she makes Sly’s battle her own and doesn’t give up, showing up at the very end to save him from Dr. M’s horrific boss-fight (ugh)

Deception: although not as major as in Sly 2, i’ve said this time and time again: Flight of Fancy perfectly encapsulates the theme of Deception. Penelope dressing up as the Black Baron is not the only instance of deception. you’ve got Bentley and Penelope blowing their online avatars out of proportion, you’ve got Dimitri who was initially a villain finally turning sides, you’ve got an episode card full of sunshine and bright blue and gold fonts for a hub that’s all gloomy rainclouds. beyond Flight of Fancy, i can think of a few more instances: some Shakespearian shenanigans when Carmelita disguises herself as Jing King, or when the gang doesn’t reveal their Dead Men Tell No Tales plan to the player and we’re left thinking that Sly is going to get eaten by sharks

Redemption (Choices): speaks for itself, really. this one ties in with Honour and is a sub-theme, maybe a motif. we’ve got Murray’s desire to redeem himself for feeling guilty over Bentley’s accident. we’ve got Dimitri and the Panda King joining the gang after previously being villains in the series, and eventually redeeming themselves through helping with the heist. we’ve got Penelope redeeming herself as the Black Baron by joining the gang. i also named it Choices because these characters chose to redeem themselves. Choices are all over the game, whether its the lack of free will or the sacrifice characters make: Jing King isn’t in a position to choose whether or not she gets married during her capture, Sly sacrifices his cane at the very beginning of the game to save Bentley and then jumps in front of Dr. M’s shot to save Carmelita (!!!)

Closure: or the lack of, smh. SP’s trilogy comes to a close and therefore the theme has to exist even if the game doesn’t provide the player with mass satisfaction. Sly finally gets together with Carmelita, Bentley finally gets over his fear and self-doubt and lives the good life (with Penelope), Murray kicks off his racing career, and we get happy-ever-afters for the rest of the gang as well

#ya boi is FAMISHED #this beats any sly essay i've ever written #i'm exhausted bye #sly cooper #sly MF COOPER BITCHES

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Jason x Bart

Just some random sex??

Hi lovely!! Sorry this took me a while to finish!! 1486 words.

“Jason.” Bart hiss, when he felt Jason place a bite mark on his throat. The pain and pleasure making him arch more into Jason’s rough fingering. “Please Ja-Jason. I want more, plea—” Bart please was cut off into a low whine, when he felt Jason’s fingers leave his aching hole.

Bart looks down and watches, as Jason moves for the bottle of lube, drips some onto his cock―thank fucking god―and strokes along the length of it to spread the lube.

Bart’s mouth waters. Jason’s cock is a full course meal and he’s been fucking famished for it since they started this relationship.

“Can ya be good fer me, Baby?” Jason asks him.

“Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes.”

Jason laughs, but it doesn’t bother Bart that Jason’s definitely laughing at how needy he’s being. His complete attention is zeroed in on Jason kneeling there between his thighs and lining himself up just right.

Bart tossed his head back onto the bed, crying out as the thick head of Jason’s cock split him open. The marksman’s hand pushed down against Bart’s abdomen as he fed more and more of his cock into Bart’s willing body. He paused at around four inches, allowing Bart some time to adjust to the intrusion.

It takes Bart a moment to realize that he’s been continuing his mantra of ‘yeses’, but he can’t help himself. It feels so good and he feels so so full already and Jason’s not even halfway in!.

Bart panted, already clenching tight around him. Jason’s free hand joined the other on the boy’s abdomen before petting up towards his chest. His hand cupped Bart’s left pec, squeezing the flesh slightly as he began to slide inside Bart once more. The boy let out a strangled sob as Jason bottomed out, all 9 inches seated deep inside Bart’s warm body, dragging deliciously against his prostate whenever he moved.

“Yer takin’ my cock so well, like ya were made for it,” Jason murmured into Bart’s ear, “Can ya feel me right ‘ere?”

He punctuated his question by pushing down on Bart’s abdomen again as he dragged the boy up his cock, then plunged back deep inside him. Bart made a high pitched keen, trembling in Jason’s strong arms at various senses; Jason’s cock thick and hard inside him, massaging his walls and prostate while one of Jason’s hands played with his nipple.

Jason repeated his ministrations, thrusting into Bart, while pinching and rolling his nipples. Eventually, on a particularly hard thrust, he let his hand slip further up the expanse of Bart’s chest. His palm settled around Bart’s throat, applying just enough pressure for it to be noticeable without hurting him.

Bart wailed, hips slamming down while Jason thrusted up. His body locked up tight, squeezing around Jason’s cock hard enough to draw a grunt out of him. Bart let out a series of whimpers, body going lax as he spurt cum onto his stomach. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, running down the curves of his face before splashing onto the bed. Jason held him close, gently pulling out.

Bart whined, attempting to spear himself back on Jason’s cock but he was uncoordinated in his blissed-out state. Jaosn maneuvered them carefully, laying Bart’s legs back. His cock was still hard between his thighs, twitching as he took in the boy’s disheveled state. Tears continued to leak from Bart’s eyes, streaking over his temples.

“That felt good, Baby?” Jason asked tenderly. One of his hands came up to rest on Bart’s side, gently stroking up and down the skin while the other brushed the tears from under Bart’s eyes.

The boy nodded, eyes slowly blinking open. Jason hummed, his hand that was wiping up Bart’s tears moved towards Bart’s head moving the hair out the way.

“Ya did so good, baby, took ma cock so well. Ya feel so amazin’ ‘round me, nice and tight and wet. Just fer me.” Jason crooned softly, smirking as his words seemed to go straight to Bart’s dick.

Jason took Bart’s cock into his hand, letting his thumb rub over the slit as he gripped it. Bart’s hips twitched, rocking forward into Jason’s grasp. Jason stroked him from root to tip, the cum making his calloused palm slide slick against Bart’s rapidly-hardening cock. When Bart’s cock had filled out completely, Jason reached for Bart’s legs, pulling them up. Bart spread his legs almost on instinct, giving Jason the perfect view of his rosey, debauched hole.

He stared down at Jason between his legs, licking his lips at the way Jason’s lazarus eyes seemed to pin him down, when he leaned forward, tapping the slick head of his cock against Bart’s wet hole. They both groaned at the slick, slapping sound that filled the air.

Bart’s toes curled, pleasure coiling tightly in his gut once again as Jason sunk into him in one, quick thrust.

“Jay, Ah~! Jason!” Bart cried out when the cock immediately found his prostate.

Jason ground his hips against his ass, leaning over Bart guiding the smaller boy’s legs to wrap around his waist as he made a few shallow thrusts.

Bart dug his heels into Jason’s back, urging him to pick up the pace. Jason’s lips form a snarl as he pounded into Bart’s ass. The speedster’s eyes rolled back in pure bliss, bright golden/yellow irises almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. His mouth was open releasing breathy moans and punched out “ah-ah-ah”s as Jason jackhammered into him.

The marksmen’s hands guided his hips with a bruising grip as he set a brutal pace. All Bart could do was hold on, writhing on the sheets and arching his back when Jason’s cock carved into him. He could feel himself rapidly losing his compose, nerves on fire and his dick throbbing as Jason fucked him towards another orgasm.

Jason was quickly tripping over the edge, brutal pace becoming erratic and losing rhythm as Bart moaned and cried out, walls contracting around him. He slammed home, feeling a wave of pleasure crash over him as he spilled deep inside Bart.

The boy wasn’t far behind, his hole clenching rhythmically around the crime lord, attempting to milk every last drop of his seed as he felt the warmth spread inside himself. Jason grunted when Bart gripped him like a vice, the smaller man nearly screaming as cum spurted from his dick.

They panted as they came down from their respective highs, Jason still buried in Bart’s ass. Jason leaned forward bracing himself on his arms above Bart, the smaller boy trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, below him. After a few moments, Jason slowly began to pull out. He let out a groan as Bart’s hole clenched tight, attempting to keep Jason’s cum inside him.

Bart’s eyes fluttered open a little, feeling the bed deep at an odd angle. Watching Jason as he grabbed the plug from off the dresser. He pressed the tip against Bart, scrooping the spilled cum back up against his hole. He waited until the boy had loosened up before quickly plunging the plug back into him. Much to Jason’s delight, no cum had escaped and Bart let out a pleased moan.

Jason laid down beside him, pressing Bart’s neck, cheek then forehead with kisses while he stroked back the sweat-scrunched hair.

“Such a good boy, Sweetheart. I love yer so much,” Jason panted.

Bart rolled over to his side, his head resting on Jason's chest. “I love you too.” He muttered softly.

They laid there like that for a few moments; Bart letting his eyes fall closed as he curled against Jason’s chest and the marksmen played with his hair. Sometime later, Jason ventured to the bathroom to retrieve a wet washcloth. He cleaned himself up while in there, wiping the lube and cum from his cock before he returned to the bed, washcloth in hand.

He kneeled beside Bart on the bed, starting with his cock and stomach. The younger man laid there quietly, undoubtedly tired after the night’s events. Bart whimpered unhappily when he tugged at the plug.

“I know, Sweetheart, but it's gonna be hassle to deal wit’ later.” Jason reminded him gently

He made quick work of mopping up the cum that spilled out from inside Bart, taking the plug with him as he ventured back to the bathroom, not before throwing the cloth in the hamper. He thoroughly washed the plug sitting it out to the side to dry, before washing his hands.

Drying his hands with the towel from the rack, and by the time he returned Bart was already knocked out, curled onto his side. Jason smiled to himself; feeling so incredibly happy. Turning the lamp he slid up behind Bart, spooning him. Making sure the blankets were wrapped around them, he threw an arm around Bart’s waist, pressing a kiss to his nape, before drifting off as well.

#jaybart #jason todd #bart allen #jason todd smut #bart allen smut #anon answered #how do you guys like jason's accent??#should i add more of it in my posts??

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