#HOLY SHIT ITS HAPPENING THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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Burning of the Zetsubou Witch: Part 3
DIIIIIIIIIEEEE!
GRRRRGH!
RRRRGH!
*Celeste once again dive attacks and drills with the arms of her robot, but Mondo and Sakura quickly grab the arms and hold her back while the rest of their team backs away.
These are the robots that Toko and Komaru had to fight during the DHG, right!? A-Are we even gonna be able to beat it!?
HRRRRAAAAAAAGGH!
*WHHHHHAAAAAAMMM!*
GUAGH! RRRAGGH!
!!??
*Sakura reels back and lands a hefty punch into the robot's abdomen. Celeste is shaken up badly, but the punch fails to reach her, and she fends Mondo and Sakura off by spinning the drills and cutting through their clothes.
Ordinarily a punch like that would have instantly put a hole in a structure like this. It's reinforced to perfection.
I guess you gotta be prepared if you're gonna be using these weapons against some of the strongest people on earth.
Does anyone have a plan of some kind!?
*Chihiro backs away and pulls out their mobile phone.
Just keep fighting it for now and try to keep it away from me. I'll do a full analysis and see if I can find any structural weak points.
Good work Chihiro! Alright men and women! You heard him! Let's FIGHT till the last!
This WILL be THE LAST!
*WOOOOOM!* *BOOOOOOOOOOM!*
GAGH!?
Holy SHIT!?
*The group's eyes widen as Celeste's mech begins to hum, and she abruptly turns its body to reveal the laser cannon on the back. A laser beam blasts out and almost crashes into them, but with only seconds to spare, everyone escapes the line of fire. The attack could have eviscerated them if they hadn't dodged at that crucial moment, and as it happens, the heat singes Mondo and Leon.
Ugh...Crap!
Are you alright!?
I'm good, I'm good, just don't let that thing hit you-
*WHIIIRRR!*
UAGH! GAAGGH!?
TAKAAA!
KIYOTAKA ISHIMARU!
*Leon removes his jacket to see that the laser that narrowly missed him peeled some skin off his arm. However, the beam creates a thick cloud of smoke, and just as they believe they have a moment to recover, Celeste emerges from the cloud, her drill narrowly avoiding ripping Taka's arm off.
Bro! BRO!
Ugh...Don't worry...Just a scratch...
I really must apologize for being so fierce Taka, but in case it wasn't obvious I'm having a REALLY BAD DAY!
GAGH!?
*Mondo moves aside, grabbing Taka, just in time to see Celeste's metallic mass collapse once more. After that, she makes the machine cannons emerge and begins to hail bullets, which keeps her new foes on their toes.
Chi? You MIGHT wanna do that scan thing as fast as you possibly can!?
You think I'm not already!?
HRAAAGGGH!
*WHAAAM!*
UGH!? Hm!?
HOYAAGH!
*BONK!* *BONK!*
*Despite his wounded and burnt arm, Leon grabs some balls from a pouch and uses his baseball bat to shoot them at Celeste. One makes contact with the head, but Celeste blocks the next two with her shield.
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f1 racer!park jihyo x fem!reader || smut
synopsis: what better way to celebrate your racer girlfriend’s first f1 win with a special victory gift from you.
wc: 9.3k
warnings: smut!!! ; almost caught fucking in the van (and elevator) >.< ; edging ; thigh riding ; pussy slapping ; cursing ; mentions of food ; jihyo just being a top ; anything else i should add for a heads up?
a/n: happy birthday to the best leader and one of the most ambitious women i have ever seen in my life. (lowk double triple quadrouple tag teaming w sana momo tzuyu and mina in bias wrecking me)
it seemed like a neverending rush of adrenaline overloading your senses.
luckily, the racing team had accommodated you with noise canceling headphones to save your eardrums from the chaotic noises occurring in the paddock behind you. the low whir of these twenty million spaceship rockets built for the ground to defy physics, along with the many people clamoring over the noises of drills and terms you’ve only heard about for about eight months.
yet, your eyes were glued to the tv screen, watching the broadcast of the race as it neared its thrilling conclusion.
you’ve read the narrative before; park jihyo, your girlfriend, was on the verge of clinching her first ever world championship title for jyp racing in the last race of the regular season. all she needed was to accumulate a few more points and she would have it—or better yet, just win the whole damn race entirely.
on the screen, her car was behind two others in front of her, twisting past another chicane before the track rolled out into a small straight in the second sector of the street circuit. this was the second to last lap, and you could hear the crowd roar in excitement from the grandstands across from you.
in a swift move, jihyo manages to find a gap between the two cars, slotting herself right in to take first position in the long straight. the wheel to wheel contact between other two racers now in her rear view mirror now making up for lost time while jihyo was now running away with the race.
“holy shit!” you hear one of the racing team owners yell out after witnessing the flashy move jihyo did to overtake the two racers in front of her.
“she’s gonna do it oh my god, she’s gonna fucking do it!” nayeon says to you, furiously tapping your shoulder while jeongyeon ran towards the screen to see what had happened.
“what a ballsy move, the racing coaches are losing their shit over it!” jeongyeon yells out as the sound of her car zooms past the grandstand and paddock at light speed.
the other two racers, momo and sana, along with the fourth just trailing behind in tzuyu, were now fighting for second and third. you walk back to the tv screen overhanging the spot where the car was at before the start of the race, seeing that jihyo was following along her own driving line with so much precision—she had the fastest time in qualifying the day before, so there was no surprise that she’d be in first place at the end of all of this.
the pit crew members start to run out to the main track, cheering on for jihyo as she zooms past the starting grid, checkered flag waving from the steward while the whole venue erupted in excitement for their new f1 racing champion.
a victory lap later and you see jihyo with the other three trailing racers make it back to the grid, getting out of her car being mauled by the pit crew members and camera workers. she takes her helmet off, along with the brace that keeps her attached to her seat, waving her hair that was glistening in the lights, making her more ethereal to look at than she already was in that racing uniform.
momo and sana walk up to her, exchanging kind regards and joking amongst each other of how well they each did up until the last quarter miles on the track.
“y/n!”
you turn your head to see tzuyu, jihyo's racing teammate approach you. she’s been a really close friend with you, nayeon, and jeongyeon before she started racing in f1. you and her actually were on the same racing team back in your days with f2, before stepping away from the racing scene entirely to prioritize on other things that needed cultivating.
“that was some nice driving in your second year of competing tzu.” you say, hugging her tightly as nayeon and jeongyeon jumped at you two in the tender moment.
tzuyu raises her helmet in the air, smiling at the crowd as well as the surrounding people near you two before being swept away by her racing team pit crew, “i’ll see you guys at the after party!”
“ahh i’m so excited!” nayeon exclaims, walking past momo and sana’s cars towards jihyo's, who was still getting a well of congratulations from fellow drivers. a guard whispering in her ear that makes her head turn to you three approaching her. a smile is spread across her face as you begin to start running toward your girlfriend.
she sets her helmet in the cockpit of her car, running at the same pace like yours before she jumps into your arms, spinning her around for a second while getting high on the scent of her hair filling your nose. jihyo meets your eye, the small height difference due to her being lifted off the ground by you before leaning in for a well deserved kiss to commemorate her victory.
“congrats babe, you’re officially an f1 champion.” you mumble against her lips, smiling into the kiss more, not giving any mind to the flashing cameras catching you two.
setting her down for another hug, she’s laughing, tears in her eyes, just clearly enjoying the moment that still hasn’t hit her yet.
“oh my god- oh my god.” jihyo chokes out, running her hand through her hair as the noise of the cheers completely drowns everything out.
once everything had calmed down and everyone on the grid had migrated to the podium part that was off the track, you stood to the side along with nayeon and jeongyeon—along with the pit crew members as you watched jihyo raise the trophy to mark the illustrious ending to a fantastic racing season. she’s handed a bottle of champagne that she pops open, spraying it in the crowd below and along with momo and sana, who both finished second and third respectively.
a perfect night indeed, all it needed was the after party activities.
“what am i supposed to do against the fact that jihyo’s car is just a couple seconds faster than mine?” tzuyu asks, walking alongside you with your hands snaked around jihyo’s waist. she was out of her racing attire, wearing a sleek cropped leather racing jacket that showed off her midriff so well and apparently to you–the jacket was part of a new collaboration that she was a part of but didn’t say what it was about.
“it’s not the car, it’s the driver’s intuition to read the track and find the best line for yourself possible.” jihyo says, dropping a hint of knowledge to tzuyu who closes her eyes, accepting the information without putting up an argument.
“y/n would’ve been your rival if she got the call up to one of the other racing teams.”
you eye jihyo who looks down with her eyes closed, a small dimple peeking through that gives you an urge to kiss her cheek impulsively, gripping her side while doing so. it had been a while since you and jihyo had quality time to spend together. now that the season is pretty much over, nothing could hold you back to being with her–no early morning team meetings, no racing sim sessions, just you and jihyo together.
“if i did that, i wouldn’t have met jihyo in the first place.” you say to tzuyu, jihyo tapping your shoulder, blushing at the notion of you being a possible racer going against her, but luckily that wasn’t the case since you were already a long way out from getting a shot for a racing team.
“we could be rivals to lovers if you wanted to! you should’ve! you would’ve made some solid competition.” jihyo says to you, tapping your shoulder again, making you pull her waist closer to you that gets her flustered.
jihyo was reeled in by the way you were adamant with how you showed your affection towards her. those quick glances before entering the cockpit before the race, and even both of your guys’ lockscreens shared a picture of you kissing her helmet as a sign for good luck—knowing that you were already proud of her for what she’s accomplished so far.
intimate moments were always special with jihyo, but since she was now a big time racer and you had her slip under your race lights, she had little to no time for you since this was a make or break season for her racing career–luckily enough, she saw it through in the end.
“i think if i were to race for a team, it would have to be with jihyo, not against.” you chuckle at the end as the five of you reach a designated car that was assigned to take you guys for a post race meal that left your stomachs rumbling.
“y/n and i call the backseats!” jihyo yells out, hand snaking to your hips before she grabs your hand to enter in the fourth row of the van. everyone else followed suit to take the seats in front of you two once inside.
if there was anything about jihyo that you were aware of, it was that the moment you incited anything sexual with her, it would always lead to disaster.
clearly, you had a thing for disasters.
the last time you and jihyo had time to yourselves was after the monaco grand prix. you and her had an argument before the race that lit a fire under jihyo because of how sexually frustrated you became—this caused jihyo to finish on the podium which was a much needed placement in second just behind momo. if she finished third or below, it would’ve put her out of championship contention until the next couple races before las vegas.
after the race, jihyo completely ignored her teams celebratory dinner because she needed to set you straight for getting her horny in a do or die situation. needless to say the morning after, she was well relieved knowing that she fucked you good like there was no tomorrow.
since then, you two haven’t hooked up since—that was three months ago.
the van strolls down the street, the bright lights of the casinos and hotels illuminating through the windows, passing small rays of light to each row evenly.
jihyo catches you through the side of her eye, leaning over for a quick peck to your cheek that makes you giddy, her smiling lips against your face as she pulls you closer, pulling your face away before she could get her lips on them again.
“you’re so concentrated on me now, are you sure you didn’t think about me while you were on the track?” you ask playfully.
jihyo shakes her head, hands still hooking to your waist, forehead against your cap as she laughs again.
“hey, i don’t want to see you guys do anything funny back there.” jeongyeon warns, the light from her phone screen flashed towards you two, causing you to put your hands up to block it.
“we’re not jeong,” jihyo laughs out, grinning at the pair of eyes staring at her in the darkness. “i just missed my girlfriend, that's all.”
“you two have been extra touchy since we got in the car, i’m sure something’s going on.”
“why don’t you just focus on giving directions to the driver for dinner?” you blurt out, tossing your cap towards the front of the car, accidentally hitting nayeon in the back of the head.
“ow! what the hell was that for?!” nayeon yells out, clutching the back of her head in pain.
“sorry, it’s dark in here.” jihyo adds, the whole car laughing out before calming down just seconds later.
you lean back on the seat, eyes on jihyo again. feasting on the eye candy next to you with the racer jacket in all of its glory. her top just stopped a little bit before her abs that were clearly present, the small belly button piercing gleaming in the darkness from the light reflected off of it. you were staring, but jihyo knew that she was attractive.
jihyo scoots next to you, snaking your arm around her hip, nestling herself on your chest and closing her eyes after, descending into the seat more.
“you know,” you whisper to her ear, “i gave the recommendation to put you on the medium soft tires at around lap 30.”
jihyo looks up at you, astounded with what you said, “i was wondering why my car was feeling a little bit lighter after that pit stop.”
you hum against her temple, planting another kiss, “you wanted to keep the hard tires? just make it harder for yourself?”
she chuckles softly, fingers sliding on your neck as every touch that was grazed on your skin felt like electricity to you.
“maybe you wanted something softer…” tension suddenly giving way through your hooded eyes.
jihyo picks up on this and she knows.
“are you talking about soft tires or?”
“i’m talking about this.” you answer her with a whisper, leading her hand under your shirt, only for jihyo to realize that you weren’t wearing a bra under at all that makes her gasp in surprise.
“someone’s a little bold today.” jihyo mutters against your ear, sending chills down your spine as she fondles with your left boob for a bit, pinching the bud of your nipple as the neediness crept through your body like wildfire.
“aren’t you gonna show me how to handle this?” you ask, kissing her temple again before nibbling on her earlobe, jihyo stifling a moan by biting her lip to keep quiet. “i know you want the same thing to happen like in monaco, and you’re gonna give it to me.” you order in her ear.
jihyo was a ticking time bomb when it came to moments like these. the only thing that was on your mind now was how long could she hold out until you two reach the hotel room?
jihyo slides her hand down from your waist to the button of your pants, undoing it with ease with her fingers that makes you giggle a bit, impressed with her sleight of hand.
“don’t tell me you’re not wearing panties under here too?” she whispers in your ear, answering her own question when the pads of her fingertips feeling the lacy piece of garments below, realizing that this wasn’t a usual pair that you wore.
“a little something for you, but you’re gonna have to wait till we get to the suite.” you mumble victoriously—a big mistake as jihyo slides her two fingers over your pulsing core, causing your breath to hitch from the contact, closing your legs a bit to prolong the sensation a little bit more before jihyo stops at your clit.
“let’s not get caught now shall we?”
you were breathless, in the back of a van, with people in front of you, and your girlfriend teasing you at the tips of her fingers—all of this was your doing in the first place.
“jih–fuck you’re—”
“you know how fast our cars were going, imagine if you were against the crash fence and the wind sweeps under?”
this woman, will be the death of you.
“don’t get me tempted now, you still have something for me to show later right?” jihyo mutters against your neck before sliding down to your soaked panties, seamlessly pulling it to the side before slipping a finger in your pussy that makes you gasp out loudly.
“everything okay back there?”
you place your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet from moaning, jihyo lets out an ‘uhh’ before answering, “y/n just dropped something here, i’m picking it up.” a clear lie as she continues her long middle finger inside you, hips gyrating to add more spice to the movement that’s keeping your lips parted.
“so pretty for me…” jihyo licks your neck, making your shiver in the seat, “when you’re like this.”
fuck, this was going a lot more better than you expected.
the soft heavy, breaths fill the cushioned interior of the van as it drives in the late night. jihyo was unrelenting by stimulating you, rubbing your cilt in addition to her finger pumping inside. your pulsing is starting to quicken at your core, thighs slightly shaking knowing that your high was nearing, but you used everything you had to not let that happen.
jihyo realizes this, and she too wants this to be saved for later. so she slips her hand out from your panties, perfect timing as the van reaches its destination—a shabu place that was recommended by nayeon. mouths needed to be fed, but yours and jihyo’s were craving for a different meal in mind.
as the van pulls up to the parking lot, jihyo jumps at you in the seat, lips crashing against hers. you cup her cheeks, jihyo’s hands get tangled in your hair, both of you are matching the same energy and destitution. tongues swiping each other like a sword fight, gripping her leather jacket as your other hand snakes to her neck.
she’s fast, she’s needy and my god you need her to be like this with you more often.
you two hear the van stop in parking gear, and jihyo pulls away, looking towards the front to see that everyone in the rows ahead were starting to get their stuff and head outside. the both of you sit up, hands scrambling to have everything look presentable to the best extent before stepping out.
jihyo exits the van, letting out a sigh while meeting with nayeon, jeongyeon, and tzuyu outside.
“what happened with y/n?” tzuyu asks at the sight of you stepping out, cheeks clearly stained with a blush of pink, hair tosuled with your hat at an angle, and the worst part of all, your pants were unbuttoned for the whole world to see.
“oh, she just got a little car sick, that's all.” jihyo replies swiftly, making you lean over to sell the act. “i don’t think we’ll be able to eat with you guys tonight.”
the small group groans out, unhappy with the shock announcement as you faked a clear cough, grasping at your stomach with one eye closed.
“sorry guys,” you huff out. “i think being in the back row was a terrible idea for us.”
terrible. you’re clearly mistaken, it was the best fucking idea to nearly get caught by your closest friends in a moving car getting edged to oblivion.
“alright, we’ll see you back at the airport y/n, make sure you get some rest.” nayeon says, patting your shoulder in comfort while faked being woozy, nearly losing your balance. jihyo catches you, letting out a small laugh once she set up upright.
“so silly of you to be on your phone the entire ride baby.” jihyo coos out, rubbing your face, enjoying the pampering that she’s giving you with both of her hands tapping your cheeks.
“can we go now?” you say, tugging at jihyo’s racer jacket with the most babyish face you could ever pull out of your ass—all for the lie you think, but jihyo plays along just well.
“okay okay, we’ll see you guys soon okay?!” jihyo asks the trio of girls in front of you guys, waving as the both of you walk back to the van.
“get better y/nnnnn!” tzuyu yells out before you wave back at them with both eyes closed, jihyo escorting you to the seat before mashing her face with yours again.
“such,” jihyo mumbles against your cheek, “a naughty girl for me.” pulling away with an audible smooch.
“you wanted your gift? i think you’ll like what i have for you.”
“i can hardly wait.”
jihyo’s assault on your body picks up right where it left off on the swift ride back to the hotel. luckily, your chauffeur was walled off in the front of the car with a soundproof window that was rolled all the way up—this meant the moans you’ve been holding back earlier could now be let out to its fullest content to jihyo’s ears with ease.
she starts by pinning you on the chair, hands snaking up under your shirt to clasp at your breasts. her hands weren’t the biggest, but they fit on your chest oh so perfectly as she massages them, earning another moan through your lips against hers.
“fuck ji–ah!”
“shhh, save it for the room baby.”
oh she’s getting you race ready. i mean, that’s the name of her game after all.
your lips clash again, hands splayed on her back, stripping the unreleased racer jacket off of her to reveal a simple black tank top underneath—a tight fitted one that made jihyo’s boobs a lot more bigger than they originally were. this catches your eye, causing to pull away, biting her lip and tugging at it as your hands slide up against the skimpy fabric keeping her boobs hostage.
“my my world champ, you had these under your uniform and jacket the whole time?”
“i know you love my boobs baby, they’re always there for you to grab a feel.”
indulging was something that you were always good at, jihyo just waved the green flag for you to slide your hands up even further, thumbs bruising over her clothed nipple as you heard her breath hitch at the slightest touch at them.
despite laying on the seat, you found it paramount to return the same sort of pleasure in your position to jihyo as much as you could, leaning up to plant your lips at her neck, slightly nibbling at it while your hands kept themselves occupied by massaging her tits.
“ngh, y/n baby…” jihyo says, her head dips even deeper next to yours, continuing to mark her up, making up for lost time like her qualifying races to get the highest placement before race day.
“let me work you up too, relax.” you groan against her neck, causing her to whimper at the feeling of your lips sliding down her neck to the outfaced bone of her clavicle. while that was happening, you lift your leg up, shifting it over to her ass, your thigh pressing against her core through her jean shorts, making her moan against your ear that might’ve made you cum right then and there from the sound.
jihyo then stops you from sucking away from her neck to the point that she might have to have a better cover when her race coach kangin asks about it the next time she sees him, tapping your shoulder to lay your head back, crashing her lips with yours again, pecking left and right until the van does sudden stops and turns.
the both of you start to sit up, jihyo having the higher position, looking at the window to only realize that they’ve made it back to the hotel that you and her were staying at. she gets off of your body, grabbing her racing jacket and zipping it up to cover the action that was happening below her neck as damage control.
you fix your appearance as well, fixing your shirt and hat to make it look more presentable once the van comes to a complete stop and the both of you calm down from the second round of ‘whatever the hell this game of playing: who’s gonna break first from kissing, sucking, and getting the other person horny first’ stepping out of the van and into the lobby with hands twined with each others.
you’ve watched jihyo zoom past the track during the qualifying race the day prior to get first place against the nineteen best drivers in the world, but this woman who's leading you by the hand through the hotel lobby might have just set a new record full stop with how fast the two of you walked from the van to the elevator in record time.
if you were to look back at this night and one were to ask what happened on the way to the room? you’d say that it’s the vaguest gray area in your memory that you’ve probably had ever really. you and jihyo share a laugh at you almost slipping in your chunky converse shoes in contrast to jihyo’s boots, her hand on your waist while yours was hovering just above her butt. the elevator greeted you with no visitors–a perfect setting for the prelude of tonight’s prime time events that you’ve waited for so long.
“so no more races for the time being right?” you ask jihyo, her back turned to yours tapping on the panel to the floor of your room.
“for now, but i do want to have a joyride session on that track outside the city.” jihyo answers, scratching her head now facing you, before you pull her in for a hug, jihyo shifts herself again so that she’s now facing the elevator door.
the metal box continues to ascend up slowly to the level–the highest level of the hotel to be exact, all part of your plan to keep jihyo’s motor running.
jihyo exhales out, a hint of tiredness peeking as she rubs your hand with her thumb, humming along with the soft jazzy music that was coming out of the small speaker on the top right of the elevator wall. you lean your head to her right side, blowing air to the side of her face that makes her chuckle at the intimate action.
“you know,” you whisper, “i overhead that you were almost told to give the position back to momo after backing out on her challenge on turn 11.”
“but i didn’t.” jihyo replies, “the officials looked over that contact play thoroughly and i just kept my ground. sana caught up to us though and eventually i fell behind after oversteering one corner.”
“and you still won.” you say, pressing a kiss to her neck.
jihyo sighs out after closing her eyes, and she might just fall asleep with you right then and there.
“since you didn’t give up the position, i’ll give you something else.” you mumble against her ear, hands snaking up to hold her tits under her jacket.
“oh? and what that might be that you plan on giving me?”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at her oblivious question, playing along to your act in this whole script that was devised in your head, a perfect ending–consider this to be the ninth symphony of beethoven’s repertoire.
jihyo was five lights away glowing red and you pushed the crushing blow–the green light that jihyo has been waiting for all night.
“i’ll give you my lips.”
jihyo smiles with her teeth out to the world behind you, turning you around, lips on yours again for what seems to be the infinite time tonight, but this lip lock was more serious. pure lust had taken over jihyo like the adrenaline that rushed in her veins while racing earlier.
your back makes contact with the wall behind you, her leg slots itself in between yours, pressing against your core as a get back for the same thing you did to her in the van, earning a moan into her lips that just simply upped the ante within jihyo.
she pulls away eyes hooded, breaths matching together and they’re fucking heavy. the pace was overwhelming to jihyo’s resurgence in sexual frustration—to be fair, you were the one to start things in the first place so this shouldn’t come as a shock to you.
in a millisecond of being off guard, jihyo forces herself on you, pinning your wrists to the wall, whining at the sudden grip your girlfriend was giving you, her mouth slashing at the new territory claimed with her tongue leading the charge.
retreating with a ‘pop’ of the lips, followed by another quick peck with a slight tug at the end before making her way down to your neck for another bombardment of marks awaiting your flesh.
“j-jihyo, y-y-you—fuck!”
a clear ‘mmph’ could be heard as jihyo sucks away at your neck, smiling against it as she develops a steady rhythm. a bite here followed by a suck, and another bite followed by a second suck to soothe it.
“you gave me the green light, so don’t back down now.” jihyo mutters against your neck, the scent of your expensive perfume filling her nose and taste buds.
letting out a laugh with a moan mixed into your vocal chords, jihyo continued her work for what seemed like ages, only for her to stop to kiss you again as the elevator dings loudly, indicating that you two have reached the level that your hotel room was at. jihyo steps away from you, leaning back a bit to admire the damage that she had inflicted upon your face and neck—for now.
she then takes your hand, leading to where your room was a few steps away from the lounging area that was across from the set of elevators. you catch a couple glimpses of your reflections and you smile at your devious but perfectly executed plan.
your hat was the only thing covering your disheveled hair, lips were puffy swollen, and the marks. the marks. ‘jesus christ’ was the thought exactly at the sight of your neck being spread evenly out with red and the appearance definitely made you feel the way that it should.
a quick swift of the keycard over the lock and you usher jihyo inside the room that you two were staying at. housekeeping did their handiwork cleaning up the room; the king size bed neatly made with all of the assorted bags left untouched on the right side where the tv was hanging.
jihyo slides off her racer jacket, setting it on the chair while you went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up a bit while jihyo relaxed on the edge of the bed, discarding her boots by kicking them off under the desk. she then leans back, her head looking up to the ceiling above, her eyes closed in complete relaxation after a full day of logistical racing from the moment she got up from the bed this morning.
surely that team dinner would be postponed until probably tomorrow given how tired jihyo was, right?
(that tiredness would suddenly wash away when you stepped out the bathroom.)
she sees you leaning against the wall, nothing except the lacy panties that jihyo felt back in the van earlier on the way to the shabu place. your back was arching away from the wall with your ass still pressed against it, forming a figure in the low light emulating from the lamp behind.
this image of you in front of jihyo had her salivating, lips parted with a small creeping beneath it as you made your way to the bed’s edge. her hands wrapping around your exposed waist, with your hands nestling themselves at her neck. jihyo was still speechless, eyes widened to the max while you prompted her hands to roam freely as they pleased–now with the proper privacy, there was nothing holding her back from ravishing you.
“somebody’s a little preoccupied.”
jihyo looks up at you, her pupils dilated at the sight of you towering over her for a moment.
“fuck you’re so pretty.” jihyo responds, leaving a chaste kiss to your midsection, arms pulling you closer to her so that she can indulge more in your body.
there’s something about the way her hands move, finding the right spots across your abs and back for you to let out a hitched breath or a sound of approval from your lips, lightly nipping away at the skin that was left unmarked from earlier on the way back that wasn’t your neck or face. her reactions were stupid fast when it came to racing, but now she was taking her time. scouting the valleys and curves on your body, just below your breasts.
“who said that you could stop?” you giggled, initiating a squeeze from jihyo the second after, feeling your perky mounds to her own volition.
“can’t believe you’re so perfect for me like this.” jihyo husks out, eliciting a soft moan to leave your mouth, dipping your head to give a kiss on the top of her head. you then tap her shoulders twice, stopping her movements. stepping away to get something from the mini fridge that was hidden away next to the main dresser, a bottle of rare champagne that would probably be worth half of jihyo’s salary, so you bought it under her name for this special occasion.
“aw for me?” jihyo pouts, “if this was your celebratory gift i think we should just call it a night then.”
“obviously not,” you say, “what do you take me as?”
“i don’t know, maybe you’re just a stranger who’s staying in my room with me.”
“we’re celebrating your first world championship, just with my own little twist to it.” you respond, cracking the bottle open and handing her a glass that was filled to the brim for her to drink.
“uh y/n, you know i can’t finish this right?”
“oh i know,” you say, “i just have other uses for that.” jihyo then takes a quick swig of the rare-aged champagne, sighing out after downing nearly half the glass in one gulp, giving it back for you to finish the rest before placing it down on the table.
jihyo doesn’t pick up on this until the very last second, the sight of you straddling her with the bottle of champagne, her hands finding themselves holding you at the hips. you lean down for another lip lock with jihyo again, her fingers clutching down your pelvis trying to get something started. the heat is rushing down all over your body, a growing sensation from below building up, it took everything in your body to not feed into jihyo’s desire.
you pull away to see jihyo’s dilated pupils, yours was doing the same. the heavy breaths were not helping as the tension rose in the space between you two once again. you give her another kiss before leaning back, raising the bottle a little bit over your chest, spilling the expensive alcohol over your body. jihyo doesn’t react to this either, she was too attracted to your image at the moment–the marks on the neck and chest, the way you were above jihyo with a gaze that made you ten-thousand times hotter than she initially thought. it was an overload, but you finally gave her the edging push that broke down her self control.
“taste me baby, i need to be cleaned up anyway…”
jihyo doesn’t hesitate for a single second, diving right in immediately after you said that, dragging her tongue across your chest, before kissing in between the middle part where your cleavage was. bathing in sweet champagne wasn’t an idea you were forward with, but clearly jihyo was loving the whole act you were putting on for her.
“fuck jihyo–ah!” you moaned out while jihyo gave out satisfying lick after satisfying lick, leaving no spot open. she then changes the ante, taking your erected nipple and closing her mouth over it.
she continues this for a couple more minutes, a trail of pecks across your body as jihyo continues to mark her territory.
“is this ‘mmph–” jihyo mumbles in between kisses, “my prize?”
“i’m all yours for tonight hyo, ruin me.”
jihyo scans your body once more, deciding what to do first with you before instinctively forcing your hips down to her thigh. your core making contact with the skin that makes you yelp in surprise. this also didn’t help that jihyo lifted her leg up a bit, shifting your hips in a back and forth motion that makes you groan–longing for more, biting your lip as jihyo revels at the heavenly sounds that she’s hearing.
“you like grinding your pussy on my thigh like that baby?”
“jihyo you’re such a–”
she shuts you up with a kiss, making you release a low whimper as you grind against her toned leg with your clothed cunt.
“keep moving and don’t stop.”
fuck.
your eyes catch jihyo licking her first two fingers, placing it upright against her leg where your pussy was making contact, sliding along your folds through the fabric—hips buckling at the angle that she made her fingers curve a bit, teasing you till the very end.
“you really want me inside that badly huh?” jihyo asks, the neediness clouding your head at the sound of her low voice. “so fucking wet for me after your little stunt in the van?”
yeah, you’re so fucked tonight.
jihyo raises her middle finger above the others as the throbbing doubles in an instant. your head leans back as jihyo kisses your clavicle—your senses now overloading as you rode her finger which were now ripping away at you, her other hand moving your hips, shaky breaths petering out while jihyo circles your clit.
she watches you with a feasting intent, the lust oozing through as you fuck yourself on her thigh, unclasping her bra with just one hand while keeping her eyes on you. she then positions her thumb where your clit was landing, now pressing against it when you’re dragging your hips on her
“fuck fuck fuck–”
“yeah, i know you couldn’t resist fucking my fingers.”
“god, jihyo you– shit”
“mhm,” jihyo hums out, “you’re so close baby.”
you curse out, basically shouting to nearby hotel guests staying on the floor. the words wobbling out of your mouth as jihyo worked your lower body. the desperation was there—all jihyo just needed to was force it out of you, in this case she did. you squirmed under her touch, gasping at the sensation with your stomach churning away in pleasure.
jihyo withdraws her hand away from the problem that’s bothering you between your legs, making you whine, the sound almost like a confused kid that got their toy taken away after being in trouble. snickering at your act, you slap her shoulders lightly, playfully complaining as jihyo kisses you again to calm down.
“you’re so-”
“i’m giving you what you want, no? jihyo goes for another kiss.
she isn’t wrong.
“i thought you said that you were going to be my special present for tonight?”
you nod.
“that’s what i thought, now relax for me babe.”
god. you are so done for.
the pillows behind jihyo are met with your back against them, switching the places between you two as she crawls up your body, her knees between your legs as she leaned down for another kiss, hair getting tangled through your fingers, jihyo continuing her assault on your face and body with her lips.
“i’m gonna treat you good okay?”
you whimper in agreement, nodding your head as jihyo lowers her gaze, a smirk plowing through as she runs her hand on your face, cheeks flooded hot pink, placing her lips on your neck again before trailing down your body very slowly.
jihyo is satisfied with how you are under her touch, but she always, always wants more for herself. her lips find themselves on your breasts again like earlier, returning the attention to your nipples while massaging your soft mounds. she knows that you’re gonna give into her desires—there’s no point in putting up a fight against her (you did the same thing to her back in monaco, but now the roles were reversed.)
mindlessly putting a hand to the back of her head, jihyo notes this, canvassing your body with her lips in every corner that she could possibly touch. she’d seen you model for underwear brands and daily outfits of the day on your instagram page, but when it came to the bed, jihyo memorized every soft spot there was to discover–she knew how to push your buttons and it showed.
“you know what i want.” you’re practically begging for jihyo at this point.
she happily hums out, ready to fufill the obligation. leaving your boobs down to your waist, trailing lower and lower. you try to look away, eyes shut from the sensing danger—the need to be everso fulfilled immediately. there’s a pause for a few seconds as jihyo hooks her hands to the tops of your thighs, staring at the underwear that you were weaning.
and you just had to look up.
you see her eyes filled with so much lust between your pulsing core, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, shuddering at the contact of her lips, inching closer to the middle, but she stops again with a smirk and you are left breathless.
“i didn’t know you were wearing the unreleased pair today.”
“you still have to post your announcement tomorrow, so i had to remind you somehow.”
jihyo looks away, keeping her eyes on you, rather impressed at the effort you made, especially in a scenario like this.
“i have an idea for the picture already, but i’m gonna need this back.”
her fingers found the elastic waistband of the lacy calvin klein underwear that was keeping your pussy hostage from jihyo’s lips, pulling it down slightly, but it was what she did next that made everything in your body race.
she pulls it down a little bit past your upper thigh, grabbing it with her teeth and pulling it away, her hands sliding down your legs as well in one smooth motion. the satisfaction clearly seen in her eyes once the panties were tossed off to somewhere in the room that won’t be found until sometime in the morning.
this totally won’t come back to haunt you later, right?
you didn’t have to say anything, jihyo makes her way up your inner thighs again, the trail of kisses approaching the sensitive spot as she takes in the aroma of your sex, getting drunk in the sensation of it before placing a kiss to your wetness.
“shit.” you mumble, your teeth catching your lip. whatever worries you had about earlier today or the flight you’re taking back home tomorrow, none of that mattered as jihyo’s instinct to please herself by having you destroyed was all that mattered. jihyo grunts against your heat, the vibrations from your cunt bucking your hips from the contact as her tongue lashes mercilessly inside you.
“fucking hell jihyo you really–fuck!”
the encouragement only pushes jihyo to get more out of you. pressing your legs to her head to lock her down in place, hands on your hips in a better position. “god, please. please.” you’re begging to let go under jihyo’s will, but it won’t be that easy to meet her needs.
“so good jihyo, g-god you’re so g-good nnh”
jihyo detaches her lips from your swollen clit, sliding her finger over your folds, fingertips getting soaked with your seeping liquid. your hips are off the bed, eyes rolling back from the overstimulating feeling of getting edged for the second time. it was all head racking, your voice filled with needy gasps that jihyo finds thrilling—for you to be all dumb for your girlfriend and it really is something to behold about if you’re jihyo.
“fuck me please. i need you, just don’t be a bit-”
jihyo slaps your pussy in retaliation to your needy attitude; the first and only warning you’re getting from her.
“i’m gonna go along as i please, you don’t have a say on whether or not i get to fuck you dumb, i do.”
she doesn’t hesitate after she says that, slapping your pussy again to make you yell at the sharp pain coming from your hips.
“you’re gonna be a good girl for me. before, during, and after i ruin you.”
two fingers slipped inside of you, knowing that you were already primed and ready from jihyo’s bombardment of lips and nipping of your skin regardless if she gave you the heads up or not.
“yes! please, i need more–” you rasp out at the curling fingers of jihyo in your pussy, followed by her lips nibbling away at your clit. she speeds up the motions, building up a consistent rhythm to follow–her own driving line in tearing you up.
there’s no delay for however long jihyo pleased you for her own pleasure. in, out. in and out. she continues to dive right in with her attention to detail, mouth and fingers working in complete cohesion like her pit crew, higher and higher the tempo increases until–
“wait- sh- i’m gonna– i’m gonna– ah i’m gonna—”
your hips drag to the shape of jihyo’s fingers, jumping and twitching—fighting down the moan in her throat until it all comes down the highest apex that jihyo could create.
“yes yes yes– oh my go-ah! i’m cumming!” you could barely manage, and jihyo believes this to be true, eyes widening at the juices flowing down to her mouth, pulling away as she rubs your pussy furiously. “fuck i’m cumming – jihyo i’m cumming—”
“such a good girl y/n; keep cumming for me.”
the climax was well worth the time dragged out, your body still stuttering and sensitive to the touch even after jihyo’s fingers were pulled out from you. your eyes return back to their normal state, as your mouth was still parted open, looking at jihyo examining the slick from you all webbed up on her fingers, laying beside you with a kiss to your cheek and her hand to your mouth.
“suck it off for me baby.”
you don’t say anything but open your mouth, receiving your own taste from jihyo’s fingers as she watches you lick up every spot that was soaked with your cum, giving her a seductive look in her eyes that makes her own cunt throb at the sight of you.
“shit y/n.” jihyo mutters, withdrawing her fingers from your mouth before kissing you sloppily, breaths between you two were still heavy and filled with a sense of hunger that had been there before, but now the desire was raised up to eleven.
“flip over baby, let me see you from behind.” she purrs out, giving you space by getting on her knees while you roll over. your legs were already smoothened like water–belly down, ass up. the desperation for more was there– your body completely reduced to jelly as jihyo felt out your waist, kneading your ass.
there’s a pause for a brief moment, jihyo runs her hand through her hair, taking in the sight of your back all there in its basking glory, biting her lip before leaning down to plant a trail of kisses down your spine, each kiss making you pant more loudly than the last.
“this view never gets old for me you know?” she murmurs, and all you could produce with your mouth was a muffled whine into the pillow. jihyo’s skin makes contact with yours, arching your back slightly as jihyo presses down on the small of your back.
“please baby,” is all you can plead through the covers–the only offering you have to give is your body molded into the mattress.
jihyo would draw out more of your begging, but she knew that she wanted to have more fun with you, slipping inside you again with a single finger to start, letting out a wail while shoving your face into the sheets more to keep it down, but jihyo wasn’t having any bullshit of playing it safe.
dragging her finger out, her other hand reaches for you hair, making you look up–eyes shut with a gasp of air with your legs coming up as well in response to the rough handling of you.
“i thought i told you to be a good girl for me y/n, you don’t get to have the patience for me tonight.”
a sob leaves your lips, with your back arching even more up as jihyo tosses your head back to the mattress looking out to the side—slipping two curled fingers inside, resisting the urge to grab jihyo’s arm to pick up the pace.
“yes yes. oh my gah-” the whines are barely understandable, throwing your hips back to meet jihyo’s hand down the middle. your walls getting more and more slicker with each thrust inching deeper and deeper.
jihyo palms her free hand down on your back, setting you in place. a piton in the rock as a stepping point as your cunt is being stretched by three fingers. “you’re so good when you’re like this.”
you’re saying nonsense, jihyo’s smiling at the image of you getting completely blown out under her ingrained into her head. it’s sloppy, the strokes are getting too much to bear–the sheets are crinkled to the point where it shouldn’t even be on the bed anymore.
“fuck jihyo, please so close– ‘unna cum again–”
jihyo leans forward to your ear, not letting up on the pressure of her three fingers inside of you—shifting your head to meet hers on the left side so that she can hear your huffing moans more clearly. “yeah? i love when you sound like this–all fucked out for me that you’re begging for more?”
don’t stop. please it’s so fucking amazing.
“jih–hngh! please, fuck - its so - ngh, god i ca-”
your lidded eyes meet hers that were burning with lust, throwing your hips back continuously for a couple more seconds, whimpering through your open lips–fervently shaking at jihyo’s fingers giving one more curl at your g-spot, pushing you to the edge.
“mmmph fuck god-”
and just like that, your walls clamp down around jihyo’s fingers–closing your legs from her underhand grip to prolong the feeling. she slides her hands out of your worked cunt, hips shaking even with your ass up in the air before crumbling down to the mattress beneath you.
jihyo gives you some space again, dismounting from your lower thighs, as it took almost the remaining strength you had left to lay upright, the sensation from two orgasms back to back (this was still the beginning of the ‘night’ so there was a lot more in store soon.) the afterglow looked heavenly on you as jihyo laid right next to you, pressing her lips against your jaw while you hummed out despite your disheveled state.
“so pretty…” she whispers to you, meeting your eyes for another sloppy kiss and massages your scalp while your breathing returns to normal. you lean up jihyo’s chest as you close your eyes for a few moments, enjoying the embrace that you’ve missed so much from her until tonight.
“fuck,” you sigh out, still trembling and already fucking sore, but jihyo knew that there was still work to be done with you, and she knew that you were aiming for a fair trade of pleasure.
“you ready to go for another one?” jihyo asks you, rubbing your boob with her finger, grazing your nipple again, lightly pinching it. you stayed still for a second before jihyo would be caught off guard with the surge of control that flowed through your body.
in a split second you flip jihyo over, hovering over her body while you dive back for another kiss, biting her lip again before lowering yourself to her pulse point at the neck, earning a moan of approval from her,
“why don’t you explain to me about the future plans of jyp’s racing team while i eat you out?” you ask in between kisses as you make your way down, keeping your eyes with jihyo’s while sliding off her jorts and panties, raising her legs up in the air–a complete dynamic switch from her being on top of you to sinking into the mattress.
jihyo is left flustered at your request, knowing that her special present for winning the race would have her running laps for the entire night.
a PA system is overheard announcing a departing flight from las vegas to somewhere out in the east coast that was probably a connecting flight, but it wasn’t yours.
“so, i think everything went well with the after party two days ago.” your eyes lock onto nayeon who was sipping away a thai tea drink, scrolling away on her phone while you look at your laptop that showed the picture of jihyo getting drenched in champagne at the podium ceremony.
“i think the hangover is still lingering.” you hear tzuyu say, patting her shoulder out of genuine comfort for your close racing friend. now that the offseason was underway, it was a definite break for the drivers to get the downtime that they so thoroughly deserved after a long season, and before you know it, it’ll come back around again.
“i thought jeongyeon was gonna be with us.” you say to nayeon, looking up from her phone to meet your gaze with those round glasses of her’s that just fit her vibe so well.
“it actually turns out that she met someone at the club last night, so she’s gonna stay with her for another day or two.”
“does her someone have a name?”
“mina, i think.”
interesting news of development from your close circle of friends. speaking of developments–
tzuyu scrolls away on instagram, noticing a picture from jihyo’s profile that made her gasp out in public, a few surrounding people from the seating area behind you three taking notice of her being startled.
“what happened tzuyu?”
“jihyo’s the new ambassador for calvin klein?!”
you act shocked, but you already knew the news and to be fair, you did remind her that night about announcing it.
“really!? let me see.” nayeon asks, tzuyu handing the phone to her for nayeon to have a look, her mouth forming an o in surprise to how she announced it.
once you saw the picture, you didn’t think anything of it–until you got a second glance at what it actually was.
the picture was set in the hotel room, a familiar hotel room. the curtains were parted as the morning after that certain night was a cloudy morning–a perfect backdrop for a spontaneous photoshoot. jihyo stands at the window with her back facing the camera arms raised with the view behind her. she was wearing nothing but the same fucking lacy panties that jihyo drew down your legs with just her teeth. her bare back clearly toned showing in the picture and with a large CK on the corner of the photo.
“how come we didn't see you back at the hotel room y/n?” nayeon asks you, looking at the photo again with tzuyu’s phone in your hand still.
“well...” you try to answer, still thinking about that night–the sounds of grunts and moans filing your head, the sight of jihyo's face completly wrecked at the sight of fucking you before snapping out of it.
“you still haven’t told us what you were doing that night when we were supposed to eat out.”
"i thought i told you guys that ji-"
tzuyu gasps again, but this time in a more quiet manner.
“what is it?” nayeon gasps again at tzuyu’s small scare.
“look what i noticed in the bottom corner of the picture.”
tzuyu points at bottom corner, a small circular mirror on the table. the reflection from that said mirror shows a person wearing a red and black racer jacket with a smile creeping through at the very top of the mirror. their neck riddled with marks all over and the jacket not zipped up, exposing a little bit of their breasts in between.
“i know that smile from anywhere, and that jacket really looks familiar.”
“she’s not even wearing anything under that jacket either!”
the two girls look at you, a beaming smile on both of their faces with the tsunami of questions that they were going to sweep you in.
easy to say that jihyo’s underwear model announcement on her instagram page after winning the formula one championship was nothing more than a simple photo finish.
#jihyo day!!!!!!#saiiidahyunee#twice x reader#kpop x reader#kpop smut#twice smut#twice jihyo#park jihyo#jihyo smut#jihyo x reader#streaming zone until i pass out studying
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Hello! Here’s the fic idea I commented earlier, sorry if I sent it the wrong place the first time 😅.
This is my first time asking but what if you did a fic where Lucifer gets startled by the reader (if you do that sorta thing) while he’s working on a duck or smth and his wings pop out and the reader (again, idk if you do that, maybe another character?) teasingly touches his wings and he gets really flustered because ✨sensitive wing trope✨ and whatever happens after that is purely up to interpretation and yeahhhh, that’s my fic idea! :3
hey dont worry! i know im prone to losing track of things i just wanted to make sure i didnt lose it :)
Curiosity has been killing you all day. It started with the chipper mood Lucifer had walked into his work shop with, and only increased when you started to hear the noise of tinkering tools. He’d cheerfully told you not to let anyone disturb him today, which, was a welcome change from the gloomy way he used to drag himself to this same workshop. With the way you’d have to drag him out to eat, the way you’d have to pretend you couldn’t hear him mumbling to himself through the door. It was easier for Lucifer if you pretended that you didn’t know about what he was going through, so you did just that, and he rewarded you with his loyalty and generosity, and dare you say it: his companionship. Being his assistant for the past few years, you’d seen a change in him the more time he spent with his daughter. It was nice. This is the happiest you’ve seen him in a long time, and the curiosity is killing you.
The sounds of a drill, the sounds of hammering, the sounds of clinking metal drift out from the door to where you’re sat, a plush lounger where you get to turn away any uninvited guests (thought there never are any). This isn’t the typical soundscape you hear when Lucifer has a new duck idea. You stop scrolling Sinstagram, throwing your phone onto the cushion as the nagging thought to check on him finally consumes you.
You push open the door carefully, the sounds of tinkering growing louder.
“Hello?” you ask, “Luce?”
No answer. Then you spot him, his coat haphazardly thrown to the side, working on the table near the window hunched over and in full focus.
“Hey?” you call again, your voice just loud enough to carry across the workshop space.
Lucifer jerks up from the desk he’s hunched over, clearly having not heard your knocking before entering. He knocks his hip into the edge of it, jostling all of his tools, clanking together. Your calling out to him seems to start a chain reaction, one that ends with a carving tool hitting the ground and three sets of wings suddenly sprouting from already designated holes from your boss’ burgundy velvet waistcoat.
Holy shit. You haven’t seen him like this since… well, extermination day. And sure, other demons have wings, but his are magnificent, in a way that even made you give pause to admire them amongst the bloodshed of that day. You shoulder slump, awestruck at the demon in front of you. Your feet seem to move of their own accord, crossing the space between you and your boss.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” Lucifer’s shoulders sag, relaxing as he realizes its just you, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
You shake your head, a smile spreading across your lips.
“I should have been louder,” you offer, and step closer, admiring his wings still not retracted. Lucifer relaxes too, smiling at the welcome intrusion.
“So what brings you into workshop today, huh?” He asks, and then falters, “Not that uh— not that I’m not happy you’re in here it’s just uh— you know, you don’t usually…”
“I got curious,” you answer, cutting off any rambling he’s going to do. Lucifer has been rambling a lot more often lately. So unsure of himself, it’s sweet.
You reach out, fingertips brushing against the tips of crimson red feathers.
“Haven’t seen these in a while,” you muse, rubbing your thumb across the top of one wing. They’re softer than you expected them to be, rich luxe down that you’d expect of the worlds most expensive pillow. Your eyes follow them to where they lead back into his waistcoat, connecting to his back. What would his bare back look like?
A groan interrupts your thoughts, and glancing to Lucifer’s face, his teeth are bared. Oh shit. What a fucking mistake.
“I’m sorry, Sir! I hope I didn’t hurt you I didn’t-” you yank your hand back as if its been burned, fear spreading like ice in your veins that you’d irreconcilably fucked this up and maybe now you’re out of a job and you’d never be able to see him again, stuck finding work with the Vees or even worse.
Lucifer inhales sharply, and then sighs.
“No, no please don’t be sorry,” he reaches out for you, as if he’s scared too. His gloved hands cradle your hand, the one that dared to touch his wing.
“You didn’t hurt me,” he assures you, a sheepish smile spreading across his features, just alabaster cheeks growing red as he keeps talking, “My wings are, well, they’re… sensitive?”
His voice rises as if he’s questioning himself in his own explanation. It takes you a moment, searching the King of Hell’s face for an answer before it hits you, almost taking the wind out of your chest. Oh, you realize. That was not a groan of pain. Fuck, this is awkward.
“Oh I’m,” you pause, are you sorry? “I’m sorry.”
Lucifer searches your face, his mouth falling into a frown.
“No! Please, don’t be. Stop apologizing,” Luficer’s hands start pulling yours, beckoning you closer to him again. You comply, stepping back into his personal space. Lucifer places your hand back onto his wing, smiling again.
“I liked it,” he tells you, smile starting to melt into a smirk. Your hand travels along the top of the wing, smoothing out any feathers out of their spot. Lucifer shudders as your hand moves, a sigh leaving his lips.
Emboldened, you keep going, running your nails along them, down between feathers.
Lucifer reacts… exquisitely. His hands shoot out to grip your hips, fingers digging into you. He starts panting, the blush growing across his skin.
“Been a while since you’ve been touched like this, huh, Sir?” you ask, pushing your luck. Lucifer nods as he lets his forehead fall against your shoulder. He moans into the side of your neck as he wraps himself further around you.
“What were you making?” you ask him, finally remembering what you even came in here for. Though, this seems better than the original reason; With you quickly feeling yourself go weak at the sound of the noices falling from Lucifer’s lips and the feeling of his hot breath fanning out along your neck.
“Fuck,” he pants, “Gift for you.”
His hands start wandering, moving from your hips to your waist and back down, just short of coming around to cup your ass. You would let him if he did.
“For little old me?” you tease him, though internally, you could scream. It touches deep inside of you that he’d think of you like that enough to make you something.
“Mmm, of course,” he hums, nuzzling his face closer into your neck. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him as your nails rake through his wing, the two of you pressed together in desperate intimacy.
Your breath hitches when his knee knocks between your own.
“Th- thank you, Sir,” you whisper, your voice airy and far away.
Lucifer chuckles against your skin, his grasp on you tightening.
“Don’t thank me just yet,” he says, “I’ve got another gift for you if you want it.”
You don’t need to be a genius to read between the lines of what he means. Hell, now you see it. What a charmer.
“Oh yeah?” you challenge him, your free hand coming up to touch the buttons of his waistcoat. Lucifer pulls back, his pupils blown wide as he looks at you like a prize to be won.
"Get on the table and I'll show you," he says.
And then it's like you can't move fast enough.
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Ur so right about cc content being non existent 😭. I was wondering if I could request a cc fic or hc with Pro Tennis player!reader 🫡
Of course my love!! hope you like it :)
A/N: i’m not a huge athlete so apologies if this has slight inaccuracies
Battered and Bruised . CC
pairing: caitlin clark x reader
synopsis: typically caitlin is the one that comes home with the injuries, but when you take a nasty fall during your big tennis match, she’s the one to take care of you.
you love caitlin, but god did she get hurt a lot. you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t tired of the late nights stood between caitlin legs as she sat on the seat of the toilet, tending to countless bruises and scrapes.
but there were a fair share of sweet moments when she’d come home from an intense game. regardless of the pain she was in, her eyes would never leave your face. she was entranced by how beautiful you looked: hair messy from your evening practices on the court, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, the way your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth while you tried to open the bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
“please stop staring, i look like shit” you’d say.
“you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life” she’d reply, fingers fiddling with your skirt “i’m so insanely lucky”.
and she really meant it, she’s so grateful to have someone like you. someone who was willing to ‘nurse her back to health’, as you put it, no matter how late in the night it was or how little the cut might be. she wished you could understand how much something so little could mean the most.
so when you came home from a pretty nasty game, skin drenched in sweat, knees sore and covered purple, and your feet blistered, she knew this was her moment to return the favor.
“holy shit, YN, you look terrible” caitlin said, shocked to see you so beaten up.
“gee, thanks babe” you dropped your duffel bag and racket at the door, collapsing on the couch. you did your best to give her a sarcastic smile, but everything hurt and you could barely feel your face.
“stop that’s not what i meant,” she wasted no time rushing to your side to sit next to you. pulling up both of your legs to rest across her lap, she gently removed your socks and shoes to rub your aching feet. “what the fuck happened today?”
you honestly don’t really even know what happened, the match started off so well. but the entire time you couldn’t stop thinking about how caitlin wouldn’t be there this time due to conflicting schedules and it really threw you off your game.
“everything happened” you sighed, rubbing your head “first, you weren’t there today, so all i could think about was how badly i wanted to come home to you. then i kept messing up all my drills before we started…and the girl i was against today was so fucking bitchy and such a dirty player! i just couldn’t keep up like i normally do and i just…” you rambled mindlessly as pain shot through your entire body.
she reached over to push the hair out of your face, softly rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. “YN…”
“and i just kept tripping and i skinned my leg, i think at some point the ball hit me square in the head so now my whole fucking head hurts” you cried.
“baby, it’s ok, shhh, you’re ok” she cooed, forcing you to sit up next to her and she enveloped you into a hug. you just wanted to cuddle up into the side of her hoodie and stay there forever.
caitlin held you for a few minutes while you tried to catch your breath and give your body a break. her hand found its way to your hair once again, pulling out your pony tail and headband to massage your scalp.
“i think it’s my turn to take care of you this time” she finally whispered into your ear. she could practically feel your smile against her shoulder.
“i think that’d be nice”
“alright stay put for me, don’t move a muscle”
your girlfriend grabbed your gear as she headed up the stairs so she could put everything away for you. then she headed into the bathroom, dimming the lights and starting the bath. she made to sure to add your favorite bubble bath (the one your sister got you for Christmas last year) and some epsom salts to ease your sore muscles. on top of all this, she made an extra effort to set out some fresh clothes for you and hang up a new towel on your designated hook.
you perked up when she finally game down the stairs, eager to see what took her so long.
“ok, up you go” she urged, helping you off the couch and up the stairs. her hand rested at the small of your back, fingers lightly toying with the band of your skirt as she guided you towards the bathroom.
once she opened the door to reveal the elegant bath she had prepared for you, you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan of relief. the bubbles, the steam, the smell of the room could just about make you cry.
“i hope it’s ok, i made to sure to add in the stuff you like to help you relax a little bit, but tell me if it’s too much or too hot or anything and i’ll-” your lips found hers before she could finish her sentence. your fingers desperately grabbed at her hoodie, trying to pull her as close to you as you could. lips molding into one another’s with ease.
“this is perfect, caitlin. i don’t even know what to say”
“don’t say anything, just get in” she smiled at you.
like the sweet woman she is, caitlin helped you undress. assisting you with your sports bra and taking off your wristbands for you too. as you stepped in the warm water, you instantly felt alleviated and sunk into the comfort. while you closed your eyes, caitlin sat next to the tub on the toilet, soaking a rag in some cleanser to take off the days makeup and wipe away the sweat and grime.
when it was time to wash up, she forced your hand away from your shampoo bottles and body wash, begging you to let her do it for you. you had to admit, it felt good to let her do all the work for you and pamper you tonight.
after soaking in the tub for nearly an hour and caitlin allowing you to vent about the match, you finally forced yourself out and let caitlin dress you for bed. she had set out your “women’s tennis” college t-shirt and matching shorts for you and helped you into bed.
“so what you’re saying is i’ve got to start getting hurt out there more often?” you teased as cait settled behind you and pulled you against her chest so she could help you brush out your hair.
“god please don’t do that,” she laughed “not that i still wouldn’t do this for you regardless, but you just always take such good care of me when i come home battered and bruised.”
she stopped combing to kiss the side of you head and snake her arms around your waist. “you’re so good to me, baby. i love you, you deserve this and so much more”
though almost falling asleep from pure exhaustion, you managed to turn your head to catch her in one last kiss and a soft “i love you”. you were so blessed to have her in this life and the next.
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A/N: sorry if this is a little vague for “tennis player!reader”, but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless, thank you for the request <3
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neighbor simon x fem reader halloween pt. 2
Heres the Neighbor! simon halloween continuation literally 1 person asked for. heres pt.1 for context
yall know the drill: MDNI this is 18+ SMUT
Word count: 1500~
As he flexes the hands he placed on your hips, Simon thinks very carefully about his next move. He finally has you where he's wanted you for months. You fit into him so perfectly it's sick. God, he's pathetic. His cute neighbor gives him a few compliments, and he nearly loses it. You stare back at him intently, trying to decipher the myriad of emotions you see in his eyes. "We don't have to if you don't want to. I won't be upset, you know, " you whisper as you run your hands through his hair. He can't even believe you think he wouldn't want this. In fact, he's fighting for his life right now. "God, no. I mean, yes, I want this, but not just this." He coyly buries his face into your midsection, but you see the soft red that highlights the tip of his ears. Cute. "Simon. Look at me. " You gently move your hands from where they were clasped behind his neck to his cheeks, lifting his head to face you. You find tired eyes staring back at you. Eyes that tell you this same situation has happened before, and it didn't end well. "Simon, I mean it when I say I truly don't think you could get rid of me if you wanted to. It's hard to sleep when I don't hear you on the other side of that wall. It's hard for me to not bother you any chance I get. It's so god damn hard not to moan your name when I have random guys over. Fuck". Now it's your turn to hide. As you tuck your face into his neck, you continue. "So Many nights I think how you could have fucked me better. I think about what recipes I should make for you because I know you forget to eat. I think about what excuses I can make to get you to come over. All the time, it's just you. What have you done to me Simon Riley?".
When you feel his grip tighten around you even more, you decide you've waited enough. You grab his face again but this time, your meet in the middle. As you take each other in, tongues prodding at each other, you feel Simon shift under you. You begin kissing down his neck. "I reaallly" *Kiss* "don’t" *kiss* "want" *kiss* "this" *kiss* "to be a onetime thing". As your tongue trails down his throat, he can't help but swear out loud that he will do everything in his power for this to not be a one and done situation. "F- fuck. Love, please just-". That sign enough for you. As you rise slightly, you drag the tiny, joke of a skirt you were wearing up exposing tight lace panties. You huff a laugh as "Jesus fuck" leaves Simon's mouth. While you're still raised up, you start working on the button and zipper of his cargo pants. You bite your lip as you both stare down at his hard cock. It's already leaking, leaving a small stain on his boxers. Jesus fuck is right. You start to slowly stroke him over the fabric, eagerly taking in any and every groan that slips past his lips. Simon had already realized his crush on you was bad but with your hand on his dick and ass in his hands, he's coming to realize this may be worse than he thought.
"Please love. Need mo- more. Fuck". As you nip the space under his ear, you can't help but oblige. You finally slip your hand in his boxers, pumping him faster, kissing him harder and tightening the grip your free hand had on his nape. You both watch as his cock twitches, aching to cum. "Fuck already?" You wonder aloud. Shit. "Sorry, that sounded bad again. You're just so fucking hot, might actually die if we don't keep going" you explain. You relax a little when he lets out a small chuckle followed by a groan. "You and me both love" you place your lips on his hoping that might stop you from blurting our anymore out of pocket statements. That, and you just really want to kiss him. As your kiss gets deeper and Simon's pants get heavier, the hand you hand on his neck finds its way to his balls. "Ngn- holy shit" Simon exclaims and his heads tips back onto the couch. "Keep going. Please fuck" you keep pumping him until he comes with a groan that sends a wave of arousal through you. As Simon catches his breath, you bring your fingers to your mouth for a taste, moaning around them as you lick the cum off. "More?" "Yes. God yes. Please don’t stop" you stand up to remove the skirt as well as the constricting top you had on. Clad only in your bra and underwear you drag your hands under Simon's shirt to remove it. "Shit. You really were hiding stuff under those layers". He cheekily replies with a breathy "told you".
Once you get him down to your ideal state of undress, you settle yourself back on his lap. Grabbing his hand in yours, you guide him to the lace panties he swears he's seen in his dreams. Using his fingers, you move the fabric covering your hole to the side. Simon tries to keep his fingers there longer but you're past that, you need his cock. Now. You steady yourself on top of his lap while he makes his grip on your waist impossibly tighter. As you slip yourself onto him, you bite your lip, sighing. He grunts as he bottoms out.
Giving him barely anytime to adjust, you lift yourself up just to slam back down on his huge dick. "Fuck. Easy there love". "Can't. Need you so bad. Please Simon, I- nng need it". This might be the night he dies, he's sure of it. Death by pussy. Not a bad way to go if you ask him. As you grind yourself on him even faster, he moves his hands to your thighs. "Y/n, shit- if you don't slow down ah- I'm gonna- fuuckk" you ignore his halfhearted warning and continue riding him. God he's massive. Shit. You look down and let out a long moan once you realize you can see the bulge of his dick as he plunges in you. Curious as to what elicited that noise from your pretty lips, he follows your line of sight to the small bump in your stomach. "Fuck". Simon growls, grip returning to your hips as he starts thrusting up into you. "Ah- Jesus Christ. How did you manage to get deeper" you ask as you snake one of your hands over the bulge his cock makes. As you press down, you clench around him leading you to both let out loud moans. "Y/n. Y/n if you- shit, If you do that again I'll cum". God, he just had to fall for a fucking minx.
You push even harder on the bulge, soon moving one of Simon's hands to it as well. "God I can't believe how big you are. How fucking deep, you get. You're incredible" at this point, you don't even know what words are falling out of your mouth but as he twitches inside you and you feel that telltale heat build in your stomach, you know you won't be doing much talking in a minute. Feeling both of your approaching climaxes, Simon thrusts harder, grunting as you tighten around him even more. "Shit shit shit shit fuck ng-" he comes inside you hard with your release following shortly behind. You slump against his chest while you both catch your breaths.
After a few minutes of silence, he asks "were you right?". Confused, you ask if you were right about what. "Right about me being a better fuck than those pricks you've been with". Sensing his cheekiness, you reply with "I don't know you tell me, have you ever heard those sounds come from me when you listened with your ear against my wall". Simon feigns offense swearing he was a gentleman who would never...until you ask him how Many of your hookups, he's "accidently overheard" on purpose. He evades the question by kissing you deeply and helping you off his lap. He’s off the hook this time but you'll get the answer eventually. Even if you have to fuck it out of him. As you both begin to gather yourselves, the reality of the situation sets in.
Except you don't feel the sense of doom and anxiety you had honestly expected. Instead, you see the goofy smile painted on Simon's face, marks on his neck, and cum on his lap and revel in the man you finally get to call yours. As you go to the bathroom to clean up, Simon stays planted on the couch, grinning still. This was real. You really chose him. No one had done that before. He can't help but smile. Finally, he has you. In his arms, in his heart, in his mind, hell, even his bed. He doesn’t have to dream anymore, he truly has you and absolutely nothing could take you away from him. Fuck, he was in deep.
#i learned what sex was for this so yall better be greatful#cod mw2#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#Spotify
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About cas's holy jizz 😆 i have been thinking about it, since we know cas canonically doesnt use protection. My theory is that when cas comes in a person for the first 24hrs the person will just have natural healing. Like can you imagine with dean (after a having a quickie in the morning with cas) and then goes for a hunt and gets mauled by a werewolf he just immediatly heals himself, and at first he's confused like wtf is happening. Am i being possessed or whatever and then he kinda recovers and tries finishing the hunt another werewolf claws him and hes still expecting that pain but then he notices white light, and then it all just clicks. And sam is like ew! And then it becomes a regular thing, "Cas! Come in me i need to go do hunt in 20 mins"
But then after like 2 months of doing this dean just misses cas popping up and healing him, so they have this routine where if dean knows is going to be a dangerous hunt, then sexy times but if its an easy one dean prays and cas pop up
Holy shit this was certainly a read 😂😂😂
I think the funniest thing about this is how Sam would finally clock what's been going on and on one hand he's happy his brother's more safe this way but on the other hand eww.
Also now I'm thinking if the heavenly host of which Cas is part of can feel the general level of grace. You know how on Good Omens heaven can sense when when Crowley and Aziraphale perform a miracle? So my question is if they can sense that something's wrong and it's because apparently their brother dearest has been pumping Dean Winchester full of his magically healing jizz 😂
God: Your had one job, Castiel. To keep Dean Winchester aka the Michael Sword safe til apocalypse
Castiel, smug: And I did exactly that, father! 😊
God: WHAT YOU DID IS COMMIT SEVERAL DEGREES OF BLASPHEMY AND DESECRATE MICHAEL'S VESSEL
Castiel: but Dean said he liked it and asked me to ☹️
God, so done: I can't believe this! [to Naomi]: wipe him!
Naomi, under her breath as she rolls her drill into the room: maybe we can pray the gay away instead...
sorry went a bit off track but yeah, magic jizz!!
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I’m still trying to figure out his new outfit BUT HOLY SHIT EDGY FRENCHIE!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL AHEHSHHSSH!!! OH GOD ITS HAPPENING!!!
#ofmd#our flag means death#our flag means gay#ofmd frenchie#frenchie#my art#emnmart#emnmarts#frenchie our flag means death#frenchie ofmd#ofmd spoilers
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salt, ice and fire | frank castle
chapter twelve - ray of sunshine
[series masterlist] [previous chapter]
frank castle x fem!reader
word count: 5.1k
warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of death, injuries, stitches, description of wounds/cuts, mention of scars, violence, gore, death, blood it gets kinda gross but ITS PUNISHER TIME AGAIN BITCHES. also kinda sad frank and reader but look we’re gonna be okay.
a/n: guysssss what do we think. tell me. i feel like i struggle to write good action scenes bc the ones in the punisher are so cinematic and bad ass but i’m trying. also don’t ask me if any of the sewerage system information is right i have no idea and i wasn’t about to google it bc gross i’m sorry lets pretend. hope u enjoy beauties.
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“Hold it tighter”
“Like this?” Your hands grip at his direction, and you hear his hum of approval.
“Now go slow.”
“That’s no fun.” You smirk up at him, but Frank is too lost in concentration to fight back.
“Slow, or this’ll finish before it’s even started.” His hand wrapped around yours and adjusted your grip. “There you go. Just like that.”
“This feels wrong.” Eyebrows furrowed, you see him shake his head in your peripheral vision.
“You don’t think I would know if it was wrong?”
“Fine.”
“Alright. Now just...” He loses his words as you move through the motion he showed you again a few times, a low noise the only sound your doing something right.
“I think I got it.”
“Now hard and fast. Don’t think, just do it.”
Letting go of the hilt of the knife, it slams into the opposite wall. Finally, after three days, you get it. Bullseye.
“I hit it! Holy fuck!” You shout, running up to wall. You almost want to take a photo of it.
“Damn right you did.” Frank claps once, and nods, a smile crossing his face. He looks proud of you. You turn around to face the wall again, losing your nerve.
It had been four whole days since you had first arrived at this run down garage-turned-vigilante-base, and four whole days since Frank had kissed you. Or touched you, really, of any kind, bare the minimum of whatever training he dragged you through that day.
It was a good distraction, his never ending supply of drills and routines to run you through. Not all were physical, like the first day he gave you scenarios to break down. He kept telling you how half the shit he did was just as much a mental game as it was physical. If you could put your opponent off, even for a second, you could control everything they did. Subtle changes in pace, in tone, could be the difference between life and death.
That stuff you weren’t so good at, but with your enhanced strength and speed, the physical training was becoming a breeze. Knives had nearly become second nature, spending hours staring down that stupid wall with a target that seemed to mock you, finally figuring out the subtle moves and changes you had to make to slam the blade true. Sure, it was distracting because all you could think of was what happened last time Frank showed you how to throw, but eventually you managed to work it out, thanks to him.
Guns, you were almost comfortable with. Frank was clearly superior, but that was about the only thing you couldn’t match him in now. You could throw a punch, but he showed you how to make them count, how to place them, and especially when not to punch, when to hold, move, duck and cover. Waiting was not your thing, but every day made you better at it.
“Do it again.” Frank stands to the side, watching as you gather up the three remaining knives. “It’s muscle memory, don’t think about it.”
You turn around, not facing the wall right away, and when you spin back you throw all three in succession, as fast as you can.
All land with a successful thud - right where you wanted them to. One is dead centre, the other two slightly above and below, creating the perfect straight line.
“Atta girl.” Frank says from the wall, and everything gets about ten degrees hotter. “We go tonight.”
“Yeah?” He nods, walking over to the array of guns he’s had laid out for a few hours, cleaning while correcting your form.
“They won’t expect it. You feeling okay?” He looks down towards where you were shot, and you pull up your shirt to show him.
“Feels fine.”
“Need to take the stitches out.” He says and starts to walk towards the bathroom. You had thought about that for a while, and you should probably learn to take care of your own injuries, but any excuse to have Frank that close again is one you wouldn’t fuck up.
You go inside the small excuse for a bathroom, and he kneels down in front of you. His fingers dance lightly around the wound, assessing, before he gets the little scissors out and starts to cut the wires.
“Were you a medic?” He shakes his head, and his hand fans out on your stomach, holding you still.
“Basic training runs you through first aid. That and getting my ass shot made me a fast learner.” You try not to laugh, and he looks up at you, catching your smile. “Curtis was.”
“Bomb guy, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I figured you served together. He - he seemed nice.” Another cut of wire, this one made you wince a little, the wound still healing despite the time.
“Best guy I know.” You swallow, trying to get your nerve back.
“You can tell me to piss off, when I ask this.”
“Go on.” His fingers dig into you a little more as you unconsciously squirm away from the blades.
“I was reading another article. One on The Punisher, on the computer.”
“You’re googling me?”
“You told me to research.”
“I meant the maps, not me.”
“Anyways-“ Another wince, and his thumb runs soothing lines along your skin. “They said you - there was someone that you served with, that knew about what was going to happen to your family. It wasn’t him, was it?”
“No.” His movements all but stop as he considers going on. There’s something about him fixing you up that seems to force the two of you to talk about things like this, a kind of intimate trust that encourages you to share a little more of yourself, which is why you got the courage to ask.
You had spent a lot of time on the computer the past few days, and since he had kissed you like a man starved, you had to admit your interest was a little bit piqued. There was no public information about what really happened to his family, and you had no hope figuring out how to use any of the systems on the monitors to find it yourself.
“Good. That’s good. He’s nice.” You were pretty sure it wasn’t Curtis, but the only other two names you could find that served with Frank was a photo of him, covered in mud with two guys next to him, their names labelled underneath.
Gunner Henderson.
Frank Castle.
Billy Russo.
“Is it gonna scar bad, or do I still have a chance to wear low rise jeans at some point?” You give him an out as he stands up, removing the last of the stitches.
“I think you’ll be just fine.” You go to leave the bathroom and give him some space, afraid your question went to close to prying, but his hand falls on your hip, holding you there. “What other names do you know?”
“What?”
“You said you did your research. Don’t get shy now, who else you got?” He was doing that thing again - the thing where you were almost positive he could read minds he was that good.
“A guy named Gunner. And Billy Russo.”
“Billy Russo was my best friend. Family. Spent more time with him than my god damn wife and kids. He was my brother.” You swallow, and wonder what happened to him. Surely it must have been Gunner, then. No one would sell out their brother.
“You don’t have to tell me.” You say softly, and he nods, like he knows, but he wants to tell you anyways.
“He hung around my kids. Knew ‘em, my wife fuckin’ loved him, too. She always had this massive heart, let him crash at our place, fed him. He’d help me out round the house. It was natural, you know? Having him around. On the last tour, he told me he was getting out, that he requested a transfer. Shit got dark over there, we weren’t just soldiers anymore.”
“Was this Kandahar?” You say from memory and he nods. Then he looks down at where his hand was resting on your hip.
“They called us the American Taliban, over there. We’d go in, dead of night, and make people disappear. The guys who ran us - Schoonover, Rawlins; they were selling drugs to fund the operation. Stuffing them into KIA’s and sending them home. Gunner, the other guy, he found out, tried to blow the whistle on the whole thing. He took a video of an interrogation we did, tortured this guy who was meant to be an American ally. He was innocent, we all knew it, but Gunner was the only one with the balls to do something about it. He sent it to Madani.”
“Jesus.”
“After that, everything went to shit. They thought I was gonna sell ‘em out for - money, to do the right thing or whatever I should of done. They wanted a distraction, bodies to bury their shit under. Billy knew.” His voice cracks at the end, and he still not looking up. “He knew what they were going to do, and he did nothin’. Let ‘em die like fuckin’ animals.”
Your hands go to his cheeks and pull him up to you. You don’t know if you should kiss him or hold him, so you just freeze there, his eyes burning a whole straight through you.
“Frank.”
“They were the best. My kids - Lisa was so smart. She was reading Moby Dick when she was ten.” He swallows hard again, and you feel his jaw clench under your hand. “And Frankie he - shit, he was just like me.”
“A ray of sunshine?” He laughs, and the smile that touches each of your thumbs on his face is one you would kill to see again.
“Maria was.” You could hear your own heart breaking at the way his voice got way too soft. “She was the best with ‘em. All that shit was my fault, and I-“
“Hey. Don’t do that.”
“How do you know what I was gonna say?” A little bit of life flows back into his face, and it makes your hands warm against his skin.
“Cause it’s exactly what I do.” He blows out a puff of air, and his hands fall from your hip. You let him go, letting him set this pace. “You wouldn’t have known.”
“It’s been years, and I still think of ‘em every day. What I could of done.”
“Me too.” He still hasn’t stepped away. “I should of moved faster. Told my Dad to take those stupid fucking letters he got seriously. Told my mum not to lock the door so I could of got out quicker - helped them, maybe, I don’t know.”
“You were a kid.”
“Doesn’t matter, though. I could of been 30 years old and it would still have happened. And I miss them every day. Still will, even when I’m as old as you are.” You shove him a little on the shoulder and he shakes his head, smiling small. “I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologising.” You shrug, looking away. You feel his hand back on your hip, and the other one hooks a finger under your chin. Your breath hitches. Even though you’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the past four nights, it’s the closest you’ve been since he kissed you.“You uh- You should get your shit together. We might not come back here.”
With that, he takes a few steps back then walks out of the bathroom.
He’s right. Always is. You were going in tonight, and if your brother was being held in the same place as the doctors family, this would be it. Agent Madani would come in, make sure he’s safe, and you would probably never see Frank again.
Just a few weeks ago, you would of been happy to never see him again. That first time you met him, you wanted to rip his head off, literally. It’s what you were sent to do, what you were programmed to do. Now, though, you have had the chance to think for yourself - decide what you want. You thought when you got out all you would want to do is grab your brother and run as far away from this place as possible, but now the one thing you want to do is stay, and it’s the only thing you can’t do.
Agent Madani might be a good person, but she isn’t a miracle worker. You were still a murderer - wanted by the FBI for hundreds of crimes. There’s only so much one woman would do, and you have sacrificed too much to lose your brother for something as selfish as what you want. Who you want.
Sucking in a deep breath, you follow Franks instructions, packing what little you own into a bag and coming out into the main room.
“You know, I actually kind of liked it in here.” You say, coming up behind Frank as he sorts through what guns he’s packing into a black material bag.
“Yeah? Those alarms sound like home to you?” Neither of you had been able to turn them off, so like clockwork every six hours one of you had to shut them off. Sure, it was annoying as hell, especially at 2 in the morning, but it meant you got to wake up and still feel Frank sleeping behind you. He always woke up before you, so it was the only time you could enjoy it. “Take this.”
“Ah. Old friend.” The pistol Frank gave you in that hotel room now appears in your hand. You had lost track of it the night you got shot. He must of kept it when he stripped you down after saving your life. “Did this not get full of water?”
“Cleaned it up. It’ll be like a lucky charm.”
“Oh yeah, because getting shot in the kidney is a sign of good fortune.” He blows out a laugh, and swings the bag over his shoulder.
“You ready for this?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You go to head towards the door, but he calls your name, snapping your attention back to him.
“If things go wrong in there, and you get your brother-“
“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t to ‘ifs, ands or butts’.”
“I don’t. But there’s a chance things can go wrong. If they do, you need to get him out, and get as far away as possible. No matter what happens.” His face was blank of any emotion, the hardened mask of a soldier.
“I’m not going to bail. I’m better than last time. You know that.”
“I know. Just - whatever happens, you get your family out. Promise me.”
“I’m not going to bail.” You want to tell him the truth, that you wouldn’t bail on him, but you just repeat the words, squaring your shoulders.
“You got a chance at this - to save him. You gotta take it, no matter what.” You feel every word, hitting you as hard as a punch.
“Do you remember what you said to me, that morning after I got shot?” You take a step towards him, pistol still in your hand. “You said you wouldn’t of left me. Then you asked if I would of done the same for you.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“Yes it is. No matter what happens, we are both walking out of there tonight. Even if I have to drag your ass out myself.” He told you that you would have time. Time to do the things you have imagined doing to him for longer than you would like to admit. You planned on seeing it through, at least tonight. “Now move it, soldier.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He walks past you to the car, and you notice how hard his fist is balled at his side, but you don’t say anything. All you can do is hope to whatever divine power there is that you make it through this night, and that there would be just one more, so you can see that promise through.
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“Stay low.” Frank mouths, and with the minimal light in the tunnel, even your eyes struggle to catch it. You nod, and you both begin to creep forward, seeing the four men guarding the next turn.
You knew coming in the back, there would be men in the way, but at least here you have them cornered, and there’s no other way out. Crouching down, both you and Frank take a side each. He uses his silenced pistol, shooting two in the head swiftly, while you keep your gun your pocket and crack the two guards heads together, feeling the crush of bone underneath your hands.
“Come here.” You tuck yourself behind the stack of dead bodies. The tunnel was only just big enough for you both to lie side by side, and you can see the flashlights up ahead, signalling more people. “It’s gonna get real tight before it opens. This part is small-“
“I remember there’s a cut away, just up to the right. I can fit through the gap and drop in above them, right when it opens to the end.” The hours you spent studying those stupid maps seem to come in handy. All the tunnels lead to one main section, presumably where the waste would have been dumped out and filtered if the project had finished, and it seemed the only likely area a temporary base would be. Frank looks at you with an emotion you can’t place in the dark, and then looks up ahead again.
“Go. I’ll clean it out here. Don’t drop down till I get there.”
“Shout if you need me.” You both stand as quietly as possible, and just as your about to turn and slip out the cutaway, Franks hand wraps around your neck.
He pulls you close, and it’s so dark you can’t see anything but you can smell him. You can hear how hard his heart is beating, running on pure adrenaline. He presses his forehead to yours, and you half hope he might kiss you, no matter how stupid it might be to do that here. He takes in a long breath, prolonging the seconds you have.
“Go.” He says again and lets his hand drop. You spin and turn immediately, knowing if you stood there another second you wouldn’t have the strength to leave.
You find the cut away quickly, and shimmy your way down the small opening above the tunnel. You presumed this was meant for wiring or filter pipes, but either way it was only just big enough for you to shift through. Finally seeing the end, you squint your eyes, looking down and watching as Frank makes his way up the tunnel.
You have only seen him in action once, and even then you were too distracted trying to aim your gun that you couldn’t watch him. He was coming up on about fourteen armed men, all in pretty much a row with little to no cover. You start to worry, maybe he would need help, but he said hold out, so you listen, remembering what happened last time you ignored him.
A guttural scream and a crack of bone snap your head to the right. You hadn’t even seen Frank move over there, but he already downed two men by the time the others realised someone was coming for them. Using the dead body as cover, he fires off perfectly aimed shots, sending bullets into heads and necks, spots he knows will kill instantly.
He drops people like fucking flies. All those articles you read about him taking on rooms full of people with just his fists - you thought they’d been exaggerating, but this was a whole new level. He fired more shots, and when the gun clicked blank, he had timed it perfectly so he was close enough to the last men to fight them hand to hand.
He throws one punch and sends the guy straight into the concrete, and two more men come in at the same time. Holding each one by the neck, Frank yells, and headbutts one while taking the punch of the other in the stomach. It was strategic - he knew he couldn’t fight both at once, so he knocked out the bigger guy first and took the brunt of the smaller, knowing he could finish him off.
He does, spilling his brains out onto the floor using the man’s own gun. He was heaving breaths, and you could hear commotion down the end of the tunnel now that the gunfire had stopped. He looks up at the end of the cut away and nods, then starts running down the tunnel. You shimmy up and out, and when you drop down, Frank is standing right next to you.
He’s covered head to toe in bright red. It’s dripping onto the floor, and when he grabs your arm and pushes something into your hand, you can feel the blood is still warm.
“Take this.” You know it’s his knife, one of the ones you had been throwing for the past few days after you mastered the kitchen knives. “You want right or left?”
You look over the drop down to the main section of the sewer, men with guns running around frantic after seeing a few of the bodies drop down from the tunnel entrance.
“I don’t care, but when we find the Colonel, he’s mine.” Frank nods, and the two of you jump down at the same time. The first guy you meet doesn’t even get the chance to scream before you rip his throat out.
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Franks firing off more rounds than he can count. He had expected this - a bus load of assholes running around scared shitless, but he hadn’t realised just how many people ‘New America’ had. Either way, the two of you were making a big ass dent in them, and Frank could only see about eight people left standing.
You were going strong, using a mix of your own training and the new stuff he taught you. It made you unbeatable. A force, and if Frank didn’t have so many people shooting at him, he wouldn’t of been able to take his eyes off you.
Another guy comes at him, and Frank drops the gun. By his count, the ammo in it is out anyway, and he still has steam left in him. Just as he goes to throw a punch, the man stops his attack, freezes in the air, then drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Then he sees the knife, his knife, sticking out of the back of his head, and looks up to see a smug sort of look on your face.
“We clear?” Frank says, ripping the knife back out of the dead guys skull.
“Clear. The elevator shaft is up ahead, but there’s no actual lift. They have to be down there.” You swallow, chest rising and falling fast.
You lead the way, and Frank stays close behind, ready to dive in if anyone comes out. To get down, you’d have to go one at a time, climbing the service ladder, and he stops you just before the drop, descending first. It’s a long way down, longer than he realised, but you don’t seem surprised.
“Sacred of heights?” You whisper, reading his face way too easy.
“Just a long way out.” You nod, and begin to come down above him.
As you get about halfway, Frank hears it. It’s a woman, crying out in pain. And kids. Kids, screaming. They aren’t saying anything, just yelling out. Terrified. One of them could be your brother, but there’s definitely at least three people down there. A hard whack echos up the shaft, paired with more screaming. Your both moving twice as fast.
Frank hits the ground running, knowing you’ll be right behind him, and then he sees it.
A woman is strapped to a chair, her face bruised and bleeding. There’s two kids behind her, a little girl, no older than ten, and a boy, maybe around 12. For only a second he thinks that could be him - the boy you’ve been looking for your entire life, and then scans the room for anyone else.
A man in a military uniform towers over them, intimidating as he pulls up his fist to punch the woman again.
“Hey!” Franks voice is more animal than man, blood spitting out as he yells across the room. He’s moving fast, and with the momentum, doesn’t think before he just slams his body weight into the man, sending him straight onto the floor.
The Colonel.
You were next to him, and he looks up at you just for a second. He knows if that was your brother you wouldn’t be with him right now, you’d be over there. You look at the boy, and shake your head. It wasn’t him. He wasn’t here.
“Get them out, Frank.” You were towering over the Colonels crumpled body, jaw set tight. A flash of the metal coming out the tips of your fingers clues him in, and he knows this kill is yours.
Turning away, he can only hear the noise of what your doing. The sound of the Colonels scream was music to his ears, but he cut at the ropes tying the woman down.
“You okay to stand?”
“I’m fine - please, my babies. Please they need-“
“It’s okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.” He knew the look in her eyes. A parent who had suffered the worst of it, he could see it all over her body, to make sure her children didn’t face it. He got all three of them to the ladder, and heard another scream of pain from the Colonel. He couldn’t leave you down here, but it was a long way up.
“It’s okay. We can get out.” The little boy says to him, and Frank turns and bends down to his level. “I remember how to go out.”
“Yeah? Alright, buddy. You take this-“ He gives the burner phone he uses to call Madani to the boy, who’s eyes were wide with determination. “And call the number in there as soon as your up the top, okay?”
“Thank you.” The mother pulls him into a hug, not caring about how drenched in blood he is. “My husband-“
“The doctor?” She nods quickly. “He’s alright. He’s in. protective custody. The woman on the phone, she’ll take you to him.”
She looks down at his chest, recognising the bright white skull painted on it.
“We owe you our lives, Frank Castle.” Is what she says before disappearing up the ladder, following her children closely behind. There’s no one alive up the top anyways, so as soon as they dial that number, Madani will come for them.
He’s confident that they’re safe, so he turns back around, seeing your foot pressed against the Colonels neck, blood pooling in the side of his mouth. He pulls over the chair and sits down, content to watch the show.
“Where. Is. He.” You punctuate, and there’s none of that playful glint in your eye he knows so well. No, this was all business. You look how you did when he first met you - cold, wild. Mean. It’s a good look on you, when it’s aimed at someone other than him.
“I don’t. - I don’t kn-“ You slam your foot in his face, then crouch down as he spits out blood and teeth. “They don’t tell me!”
“Then your of no use to me.” Your hand grips his throat, and he can see the blood start to leak out from underneath your fingers.
“Wait! I can he- help you. I’m the only one who could draw the-em out.” He chokes out, and he watches you consider it. Then your hand loosens, and Frank stands up and walks over. The Colonel splutters, and tries to shuffle away from his approaching figure, but you kick him in the ribs and he falls flat.
“Don’t buy it.” Frank leans to whisper in your ear, locking eyes with the Colonel.
“How else do you suppose you can find America’s most notorious mobsters, huh? Whoring yourself out to the Punisher will only get you so f-“ Franks boot whacks him across the face, and he’s out cold.
“Frank.” You say, and hes still staring down at the man, who’s head is slumped to the side.
“He’s alive.” Frank growls, shoving at him with his boot.
“He might have a point.”
“Bullshit he has a point.”
“We could use him as bait. Draw them out and ambush them when they least expect it.”
“That’s if he isn’t still working with them. This wasn’t his entire operation - he’s still got men stationed somewhere.”
“I know. He could be - but either way, what else do we have on the Gnuccis? They’ve been ghosts since Washington.” He can see the frustration on your face. You had really thought your brother was going to be down here. “Maybe we…”
“No. This guys a maggot. We put him down now.”
“No one wants this douche bag dead more than me. Trust me. But, if we can get something out of him before we rip his arms off, maybe we should try. He’s the only lead I have, Frank, and as much as I want to, someone told me to fight with my head, and I’m trying to listen to him.” The Colonel starts to wake up, his head twisting to the other side. Frank sighs.
“Fuck. How do we get him out of here?”
“It’s probably easier if he’s unconscious, right?” Frank nods, and watches as your fist slams into his jaw, sending him straight back to sleep. “We should move. Agent Madani will be here any second. The doctors family - they were okay?”
“Looks like the mother took the worst of it. No idea what this piece of shit did to them down here.” He looks around, surveying the tiny area they had probably been kept in for weeks on end. It stinks like shit, and there was no bed, no place to be except for a tiny corner with a sheet on the ground. Looking back at the unconscious body, his mind starts to drift to all the ways he’s going to pull this guy apart.
“Pick him up. We need to move.” Before he can argue your on the ladder, and he’s swinging the dead weight over his shoulder, shuffling up the ladder.
There’s a part of him that’s relieved. Not because you didn’t get your brother - he thinks he wants that just as much as you do, now. He’s relieved because he thought that last night was it. That would be that last night he would spend with you, and he played it safe, sticking to his side of the bed, not doing shit about that energy he had no doubt you were brewing on too.
He was relieved that you would have the time he promised you, and that after he broke this assholes face for you, he would use that time to drive you just as insane as you have made him, in all the ways he knew how.
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i saw whwre you said not to trust ramcoa carrds and i was wondering if the one called "explainingramcoa" and the resources on it look okay? i found it a while ago and havent been able to go tjrough it super well yet cuz im just learning abt it all
(Disclaimer: I am not a professional nor an expert, just some guy on Tumblr frustrated with misinformation trying to be helpful. Please do not take my word as fact and be critical of everything you read, especially about topics such as RAMCOA, where misinformation of the antisemitic variety specifically tends to run rampant.)
Rating: Decently Reliable (6/10)
Further explanation and analysis under the cut. Major trigger warning, this Carrd discusses instances of abuse in great detail that I will reference and pick apart.
I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, I had a very long and exhausting shift today, and I wanted to make sure that I did my due diligence in checking this source out. This Carrd does things a lot better than I've seen other Carrds do. For one, it lists out a sources page. It also provides examples instead of just saying nebulous things such as "governments" and "a secret network of [Jewish] organizations." That said, this is still a Carrd made by someone who is not an expert, which means that it is not fully reliable, and there are some claims that the author makes that make me raise my eyebrow.
Overall, here's how I would rank this Carrd in terms of common issues that I see among RAMCOA resources:
With 0 being "this issue is not present here" and 10 being "holy shit this Carrd's helpfulness is completely overshadowed by this."
Antisemitism And Related Rhetoric:
Satanic Panic Rhetoric: 4/10
Literally uses a source from nineteen fucking ninety-one to prove their point, which includes a lot of satanic panic bullshit. I'm sorry, but this is just not okay in any universe. Also, this gem of a misleading quote, which is either intentionally or unintentionally misrepresenting why the satanic panic was bullshit.
Known for its prevalence in the “Satanic panic” and sometimes even referred to as SRA (Satanic ritual abuse), ritual abuse is often seen as highly controversial. Victims are painted as unreliable or susceptible to their therapists’ suggestions, and their stories go unheard.
Like??? This person probably has no idea what the satanic panic even was. By omitting the crucial detail that it was an antisemitic and homophobic fearmongering tactic by the Christian conservative right, they're making it seem like any person trying to analyze the antisemitism of this crowd's rhetoric is inherently disrespectful to survivors. By trying to spread the narrative that it's disrespectful to survivors to be critical of fearmongering, it's harmful to way more people, including survivors.
"Shadow Government" Shit: 4/10
This Carrd contains a lot of references to the government or governments (though doesn't specify which government or where in the world) doing RAMCOA. While I do not doubt that some governments have indeed perpetrated this form of abuse, omitting the details of where this took place can be very harmful. Below is an example that the author of this Carrd provided of organized abuse.
A government, looking for ruthlessly loyal soldiers and assassins, allows children to be brought up as fighters against humanitarian law. The children are forced to do daily military drills, constantly exposed to violence from both sides, never allowed to show their emotions, etc. Some of these children are even given steroids and other drugs against their will with the hope of increasing their reflexes and strength.
I did a little google search about the use of child soldiers in modern times, and I specifically looked for instances of them being forced to use drugs. While it is true that this does happen, it happens very little, and it is mostly done by non-government military groups. Again, while this scenario does happen, putting it next to more common instances of child rape as if they're remotely the same in scale and frequency can be seen as misleading.
While the author doesn't make any false claims in this area per se, the way that they go about making their claims feels a bit iffy. I give this one a 4/10.
Jewish Stereotypes: 0/10
I didn't see any sort of stereotyping of Jewish people or anything like that, so this Carrd is pretty good on that end. Although, as a disclaimer, I'm not Jewish myself, so I do not have the final authority on this matter.
General Shit:
Medium Unreliability: 8/10
A score of 8/10 comes from the fact that it's a Carrd with no way to contact the author or even know who they are. They claim to be a survivor, but for all anyone knows, they could be lying about that. That does not mean that they are lying, and I understand that revealing that one is a survivor can put them at risk, but nonetheless it is difficult to trust a nameless, faceless person who claims to know about such a serious subject, and who has no professional qualifications or experience.
Bad Sources: 4/10
This Carrd uses a generally acceptable list of sources, but some are unreliable, and one is satanic panic bullshit.
Conclusion
Averaging out all of my ratings on various common problems, this Carrd gets a solid 6/10 (with 1 being the worst and 10 being the best) in terms of misinformation and harmful stereotypes. This makes it decently reliable with a few issues.
#asks#ramcoa cw#rating resources#<- my new tag for this kind of stuff#dissociative identity disorder#long post
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We must call for the boycott of the israeli author Yuval Noah Harari. He is, at "best", lukewarm when said that palestinians should have rights (coz he's playing the nice democractic guy), but at the same time he says explicitly that Hamas are criminals and terrorists, and that the left is "ignoring" their actions, and he has never ever call for the end of colonization bc he is totally happy with the invasion and the "right of israel to exist" (which it doesn't to be clear). He says that there is no peace just because "the arabs" (aka palestines and other territories don't want it).
Hamas launched this war with a specific political aim: to prevent peace. After signing peace treaties with the United Arab Emirates and Bahrain, Israel was on the verge of signing a historic peace treaty with Saudi Arabia. That agreement would have been Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s biggest achievement in his entire career. It would have normalized relations between Israel and much of the Arab world. At the insistence of the Saudis and Americans, the treaty’s conditions were expected to include significant concessions to the Palestinians, aimed to immediately alleviate the suffering of millions of them in the occupied territories, and restart the Israeli-Palestinian peace process.
Is Hamas winning the war? (at washington post that we must boycott)
Even says in that same article that the idea of killing people by flood was a Hamas thing when it was, all along, a israeli shit. In all this articles he puts religious references to portrait israel as divine and Palestines or any other country that resist as evil and even more, agents that twist divine actions or make thing to mock their myths and religion (that is actually what israel does to justify everyone and everything).
Hamas knew its attack would make Israelis livid, distraught with pain and anger, and the terrorists counted on Israel to retaliate with massive force, inflicting enormous pain on Palestinians. The codename Hamas gave its operation is telling: al-Aqsa Tufan. The word “tufan” means flood. Like the biblical flood intended to cleanse the world of sin even at the cost of nearly wiping out humanity, Hamas’s attack aimed to create devastation on a biblical scale.
He even lied about his familly and Hamas actions, telling all the things that israel does daily, but saying is was hamas, which never happened and has been debunked every week (Yuval Noah Harari on the Hamas attack: Terrorists are "waging a war on our souls").
We can understad from what he says that he believes that half of Palestine should be of the colonialists in the best of cases or that palestinians shound be totally under israel control if they can't govern themselves (aka obey israel) and let hamas exists. A explicit narrative that he tells is that the illigetimate state of israel is a jewish state, so he keeps the zionist lies going even when the likes to pretend that he speaks against zionism. Harari is one that as well as zionist enjoy the narratives that give apocalyptic tones and use real historical past events and biblical events to create a reaction: "What is destruction, and can Judaism survive a Third Destruction? [...] If the Third Destruction looks like the second, then no matter how terrible it is, we can hope that Judaism will survive, because this kind of destruction is Judaism’s formative event, and Jews are well-drilled in it. The Judaism of the Mishna and Talmud sprouted out of the smoldering ruins that the Zealots left in their wake. For the next 2,000 years, Judaism withstood repeated acts of political and economic destruction, such as the expulsion of the Jews from Spain, the Khmelnytsky massacres in Ukraine, and the Holocaust. It seemed that there is a fixed Jewish script, according to which the Jews build a political and economic center somewhere – in the Holy Land, Spain or Eastern and Central Europe – but just when they reach an apogee of prosperity, a terrible calamity befalls them, and they later have to pick up the pieces and start all over again.".
Here he reinforce the zionist ideas, all of them. Including saying that israel is the same situation that the jewish population in europe, and not the fact that Palestine is under colonization of european and usa zionists. That the "prosperity" of the zionists is because they are good (even blessed by a divine force as he inserts religious texts.), but then fail because is a mythical shit, in place of the reality of zionists stealing everything, living their daily lifes happy and as mundain as evil. This guy even calls "israel" a democracy. In the other hand he calls the Palestinians "Arabs" in order to neither name them nor recognize them or their country. Classic zionism. In all his text () he constantly equals judaism with israel and that jewish ppl should fear "spiritual destruction". He isn't agains israel, he is against israel been under "jewish supremacy". Weird to say that because he is all on board of been a supremacist. He is manipulative as fuck and a liar that loves zionism. Even says there are good zionist that helped not only the invasors but the whole world. He blames the near "loss of democracy" on Netanyhu and not in, you know, the fact that it can't be democracy under colonialism.
Out of the different streams of Judaism, religious Zionists will probably find it most difficult to cope with such a spiritual destruction, because they will be the main party responsible for bringing it on. For generations, religious Zionism produced leaders, thinkers, scholars, scientists, military officers and thousands of other dedicated and selfless people who made important contributions to the State of Israel and even to the whole world. But religious Zionism also pushed itself into a difficult historical corner, by taking upon itself the leadership role first in the settlement project and now also in the antidemocratic power-grab shaking Israel to its foundations.
Hariri even has the guts to say that people didn't hate jews/zionist for been jews, but for been special, a race better than the rest of races, unique, that didn't follow "the majority".
The reason that Jews were persecuted for centuries in Europe wasn’t hostility toward Jewish practices like observance of the Sabbath or of the dietary laws of kashrut. Jews were persecuted because they were a small minority that refused to follow the majority’s lead.
"Can Judaism Survive a Messianic Dictatorship in Israel?"
He even said that Zelenskyy is "the most inspiring Jewish leader of our generation". Yes, the racists and fascist that said that we, brown and black people deserved been invaded and in war, not like them, the white, blonde people with blue eyes, and that left behind emigrants and people of colour to die under russian attack when doing the evacuations of Ukraine. Harari even managed to complain about communism underlines. What a guy.
Surprised? Not really, I can't expect better of a guy that have zero proof of all the things he claim in his books and obviously in his classroom, who says that u are your genes and you are condemned to be only what your genes "says" which is that if u, for example, are poor or not educated you will be totally unable to stop been this 2 things bc is in your genes. Eugenics/genetic engineering ideas? Totally. Nazi and capitalist ideas? Of course. He is like Jordan Petersen, but more dangerous bc truly powerful ppl sees him as a genius and even some kind of oracle. The fucker is not just a bad academic, a scamer and populist, but a zionist and one of the most populars and massive voices of eugenic ideas. He says he is not a zionist and that he don't believe the invasors should think they are a superior race, but he clearly thinks that and that are people inherently superior to others, he thinks that oppressors (any kind) are superior in evolution and thats why they opress others.
He is clearly a totalitarian, a eugenics supporter and advocate, a transhumanist thus a hater of humanity and its diversities as well of nature and culture, community and empathy. He rejects History and science, rejects how the world works and how life works. This fucker only believes and wants to control humans and eliminate everything and everyone he deems "inferior" and Human.
Stop buying his books.
Full article "The Dangerous Populist Science of Yuval Noah Harari"
#palestine#free palestine#anti facist#anti israel#anti zionisim#working class#class war#class struggle#boycott israel#bds movement
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YALL ITS HAPPENING!!! THE ARAPAIMA PLUSHIE IS IN STOCK HOLY SHIT THIS IS NOT A DRILL
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Sometimes I wish I still used Twitter (until I remember what that place was like), because some news items just deserve immediate "holy shit" commentary. Like this. DB Cargo UK is getting rid of most of its remaining fleet of electric locomotives, and replacing them with diesels with "sustainable" fuels. They call it a bold decision, but they make it clear that this is due to market forces.
This decision will increase carbon dioxide emissions from the British rail sector, at the same time as the British government has given out new licenses for drilling for oil and gas in the North Sea. That little country is insistent on making global warming worse, not better.
It is easy to criticise DB Cargo UK for this decision, and I think we should, especially us German tax payers who ultimately own this company. I don't care if this is a good economic decision, it is bad globally.
But at the same time we must also place a lot of blame with the British government. The UK famously has way too little rail electrification. Only a few big mainlines are electrified, and those are so busy with passenger trains that freight often can't use them all that much anyway. New electrification projects either haven't happened at all or have been severely cut back (e.g. the Great Western Mainline which is still not fully electrified), and various conservative governments have said, "biofuel is way cheaper than electrification in the short term, so we should do that" for years now.
Over the past 25 years, literally thousands of new electric locomotives have been built by Bombardier (now Alstom) and Siemens for the European continent. There are entire websites dedicated to listing all of them. And none of those operate in the UK.
The total number of new UK electric freight locomotives in the past 25 years is 10 (with sixty more on order), none of which were run by DB Cargo UK. Compare that to 500 new diesel locomotives (class 66 alone) over the same time frame, many of which are run by DB Cargo UK (Also compare that to 400 new electrics for Austria alone, divided between class 1016, 1116, 1216 and 1293).
The class 90 electrics that DB Cargo UK is getting rid of are from the late 1980s, and at 30 years, they are getting on in age, with more and more maintenance required. Getting rid of them isn't weird, weird is that they're being replaced with diesels instead of electrics. And if the UK government isn't willing to spend the money on the necessary infrastructure, then more diesel locomotives rather than fewer is inevitable.
This is nowhere near the first of these announcements, by the way. Plenty of other British rail companies have gotten rid of some or all of their electrics already. Even DB Cargo UK has sold some of their machines before this. You will find a lot of former British machines in Romania or Hungary, which have the same electrification system, and crucially, enough electrified lines where you can make good use of these machines.
So, yeah. Things in the UK suck. If you live in the UK and can vote there, maybe consider changing things, perhaps.
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hello friends it’s going incurably critically insane o’clock ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
THE FULL INTRO IS BACK OH WE LOVEEEEEE TO SEE IT
…Laia Costa is SO early in the cast credits WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN
moiraine and lanfear………. powerful homoeroticism I really enjoyed it. I realise that this is not a very original statement but it’s the only one I have sufficient brainpower for rn
THE IMPLICIT POLY AOL VIBES IM GOING TO EAT MY ENTIRE ARM
THE BRAID???? HOLY FUCK RENNA NEEDS TO SUFFER TIMES ONE BILLION
GODDDDDDDD ISHAMAEL SETTING UP MAT TO KILL RAND IS SENDING ME FULLY AROUND THE TWIST
ohhhhh I knew it was coming but “you have always been my better” still made me literally cry 😭😭😭
ANSBCNSNSNDNFNFNGN THEY REALLY SAID WE ARE GOING TO HEIST THE HORN OF VALERE AND WE ARE GOING TO DO IT ENTIRELY OFFSCREEN. like okay I don’t like it but if we can’t have 10 episodes I do have to respect the sheer audacity of that Narrative Choice. though also: WHOMST was the lady from Cairhien. and of even greater importance: was she played by Laia Costa???????
(I assume it was ~Selene~ but like. we are in Laia Costa tunnel vision modus fuckin operandi)
oh Loial my BELOVED 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
wait whatttttt no turok duel OR darkfriend reveal for Ingtar?????? bro we are speedrunning this city
“they were best friends” listen we know two out of the three were fucking so if we’re describing all three in the same way I will not be held responsible for the conclusions I draw tyvm
SIX OF THEM
SIX OF THEM
HEL FUCKING LO
ITS TIME FOR MORE FORSAKEN BABEYYYYY GOD I CANNOT WAITTTTTTTT TO SEE THE REST OF MY EVIL BLORBOS
(admittedly I’m only far enough through the books to have encountered Graendal a grand total of once thus far and also I don’t actually give much of a fuck about Sammael yet but oooooooh my god when Asmodean and Moghedien show up it WILL be over for me bitches)
wait omfg is Lanfear staging this entire drama as a distraction so she can release all the remaining forsaken while ishy and rand are too busy fighting each other to stop her oh fuck meeeeee I’m gonna go in ZANE
THE PHYSICAL RUSH OF ADRENALINE I FELT SEEING MAT MAKE A BLADED QUARTERSTAFF OUT OF THE DAGGER WHILE THE S1 TWO RIVERS MUSIC PLAYED MY GODDDDDDDD
IM JUST CONSTANTLY SCREAMING NOW FR
MAT IN THE SAME LOCATION AS THE HORN… HRRRRRRRRR
no sign of rand for a hot second 👀
HOLY FUCK EGWENEEEEEEEEE
HE’S GOT SHIT HAIR BUT HE’S ALIVE AJSNCNSNSNDNFNDJDNFNFNDJNDNDN
MAT WITH THE HORN THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL
“…Two Rivers???” SPECTACULAR
NOOOOOOOOOO NONONONONO I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT THIS IS STILL THE ABSOLUTE WORST
OH GOD OhH FUCK I RECOGNISE THE START OF THAT SCORE IM ABOUT TO GO FUCKING FERAL
MAT LEADING THE CHARGE WITH THE MANETHEREN BATTLE CRY OOOOOOOOOH GOD THATS MY FUCKING BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY
I SPY BIRGITTE!!!!! AHHHHHHH SHEEEEEEEEEE
UNO!! FUCK YES
nynaeve saying that egwene needs elayne not her… oh my god are we getting a full main babies towertop avengers assemble moment im gonna fucking evaporate
ALSO WE HAVENT SEEN MOIRAINE IN A HOT SECOND………. HMMMMMMM!!
I KNEW WHAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN OOOOOOOH I FUCKING KNEW IT AND I AM STILL. LOSING MY MINDDDDDDD
THE CRADLING. THE CRADLING. THERE IS A TRULY EXCEPTIONAL LEVEL OF HOMOEROTICISM HAPPENING HERE ON EVERY LEVEL
EGWENE’S BATTLE MUSIC OH MY GOD MY GIRL YESSSSSS GO NUCLEAR MY LOVE
SCREAMING AT THIS AVENGERS ASSEMBLE COMBINATION FATED SOULMATES FIRST MEETING CROSSOVER EVENT BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS AVIENDHA GET MY GIRL IN HERE!!!!!!!
SHRIEKINGGGGGGGG AT THE (almost) ENTIRE CREW BEING RIGHT BEHIND RAND IN HIS BIG MOMENT
OH GOD OH MY GOD ITS HER SHES FUCKING HERE
AHSBCBFB OKAY I HAD IT BACKWARDS BUT FUCKING SCREAM???????? THATS HERRRRRR THATS MY CREEPY PATHETIC BABYGIRL HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT
“All five of them” uh huh. uh huh. uh huh. any- any of them in particular??? perchance??? huh moggy???
AND CLOSING WITH A NEW VARIANT ON MAT’S THEME OHHHHHHH AND IF I SOBBBBBBB
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Ok I'm liveblogging this whole ep in this post for my own amusement/detriment
BUDDY DADDIES LAST EPISODE 12 SPOILERS!
I am not ready hhhhhh
They're back in their apartment and its snowing awww :,)
Breakfast duo!!! They are precious
Rei's in his work suit, somethings gonna go down as soon as Miri is at daycare isn't it
Also Miri mentioning her mom 😭 this so sad, they're gonna run out of excuses eventually. This lil girl is gonna need so much therapy
the pinky promise 🥺 Reis face pfbfbfbf
(also I dislike only Rei gave the pinky promise, something better not happen to Kazuki, if I get Banana fish'ed I'm gonna cry and die hhhhh)
Kazuki: "They're genetically inclined to be bad with words, after all." PDHDBDBFHF THATS TOO FUNNY TO BE A REFERENCE TO REIS DAD PLEASE
YEAH KYU TELL EM OFF, YOU TWO HAVE TO GO TO HER XMAS PARTY
Omg we were right they are going to go after the organization, i didn't think that would come true omg
HOLY SHIT THESE TWO ARE INSANE I LOVE THEM "living weapon" DAMN RIGHT
KAZUKI WAS GOING TO DRIVE THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR THIS MAN IS FERAL
HEY
HEY YOU CANT CUT AWAY LIKE THAT Kazuki is in danger hhhhhhh
Miri is babey tho i love her
Ogino is a horror game/movie villain oh my god he's scary, pls die
holy shit
that fight was visceral what the fuck
Ogino mentioned Kazuki's wife, Kazuki's bluff, Rei's hair came undone (the symbolism aaaa), the sound direction for Ogino's death is so uncomfy like damn and then they eXPLODE HIM HELL YEAH
Also they're partners im gonna cry 😭😭😭
pinky promise is back 😭🥺😭
Rei's recap im done im ded ;v;
REI REI OH MY GOD BRO WHAT
This is insane, it makes sense to keep the boss alive so the others from the org dont go after them for revenge but omg
Glad Rei told off his dad completely tho haHA get fucked!!
Miss Anna deserves the world <3
they made it ;v; and the santa outfits ;v; hwhwhhhh
its so cutee aaaaaaa ;v;
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THIS IS NOT A DRILL A TIMESKIP???????
COFFEE SHOP AU IS REAL???????? IM SOBBING
Theyyydre 😭 aa fammilyyyyyy hhhhhhwhbdhdjdhdb 😭😭😭😭
This was the best possible series finale i am never going to recover, my heart has melted onto the floor, im deceased
#buddy daddies#buddy daddies episode 12#buddy daddies friday#I am a puddle I need a minute im so happy but also so sad its overrrrr#WE GOT A HAPPY ENDING AAAAAAAAAAAAA
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heyyyyyyy
You know the drill.
There really is something about revivebur that makes me constantly hyperfixate on him: because his entire canon life has been awful, he is 1000% not okay. And I was thinking— you know when you’ve been crying for hours, and when you stop your head is all foggy, and you feel cold and lethargic? And it usually gives you a headache, makes you feel groggy for the rest of the day. It doesn’t feel great. Imagine him finally crying it out, but this time, he’s being held– and he feels warm. And it’s one small thing that’s changed– the temperature– but it makes so much difference
OKay. imagine. Reader is a baker, owns a small, usually empty dusty bakery that they run by themselves. They are a short little gremlin that says the most out-of-context things, a shut-in and knows nothing about the happenings of the SMP (only hears rumors). Revivebur/Wilbur enters her bakery someday out of boredom or something, shenanigans ensue. He orders some stuff and while he does so he mentions he was revived. The reader decides to give him a celebratory cake as a welcome-back gift. Obviously they don't have revival cakes so they take a tart with the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" written on them in red icing and just smears away the "BIRTHDAY", resulting in a vaguely threatening looking cake with the word “H A P P Y” in red icing, with a giant red smear underneath. Wilbur has some conflicting emotions.
First of all, the cake looks like a crime scene, and it’s generally a funny situation
But he’s also touched because no one has celebrated his revival before??????
He mentions that he’s been brought back from the dead and this person just goes “okay” and improvises a cake for them? Not even a double take or a blink?? And there first concern was “oh that’s a momentous occasion we need to get you a celebratory cake”
I’d also like to point out that this baker, who is half wilbur’s height, can absolutely pick him up and carry him away. Kneading dough 24/7 builds muscles— or maybe it just seems that way to me because my weak ass can’t stir a bowl of cake batter without getting a hernia.
Rev would also like the “my poet” petname 100%. Especially after he made that LAs Nevadas Poem (i think it was in Hitting on 16? Anyway it was a banger of a poem).
IMAGINE throwing hands with anyone who gives him shit for his history of bad mental health. Someone calls him insane or dangerous? Break their nose.
Also want to gently hold his hands and paint his nails.
(Paint anteaters on them)
i literally want to give revivebur the biggest hug. like he needs to know the world is not all bad and that your mistakes dont define you and it is okay to rely on people and the world is not war sometimes it just feels like it and-
i just want to hold him and give him a big warm hug
also baker aus are so <3
he’d be so confused bc ???? this person isnt threatening my life and is giving me possibily the weirdest cake but its not mean and not poisoned what okay holy shit need to protect this one from literally everything (doesnt want you to see the world the way he sees it :( )
also yes calling each other “my poet” with revivebur is so <3333
also i would SO HAPPILY throw hands.
imagine he tries to protect the reader from the mean people in the world but someone is there shitting on him and suddenly this nice and innocent person has the guy in a choke hold and is yelling
“MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE YOU DICKHEAD”
and revivebur just falls in love
(give him the anteaters)
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i have risen from my tomb and have read the message left by 2.0! cool thang home skillet, in that case u can also go off om the bits i've written too!
Sakura Kyouko was not someone who was easily frightened by much, even if she was still a technically a child. Sure there were the usual fears girls had in her line of work what with the constant "fight for the greater good" and all that she had once fully believed in Mami drilled into her all those years.
The world wasn't kind to her, and despite everything that had happened in her life, Kyouko could confidently say that life was actually pretty good for once.
Of COURSE it was too good to be true.
Honestly, what the hell was she thinking, expecting God to have mercy upon her and granting her sanctuary with the ones she loved most.
The ones she attacked and hurt. The ones who made her feel loved and welcomed. The ones who helped her get through each day and she repayed their love with anger and hate.
Running through the streets and rooftops of Mitakihara was a bit calming for her, the wind rushing through her long hair and the coold breeze she felt always helped to cool her off when she felt her emotions rage out within her. The flames of passion and the intense heat of rage at the world simmering down to a nice warmth within her chest, the sight of the gaudy evangelion-lite school half their Holy Septet went to appearing in her peripheral.
Seven? No there was only the five of 'em, right?
As she approached, the embers of her panic and fear were snuffed out as the broiling familair miasma of Dread and new pure, unadulteread HATE eminating from her argueably best (what?) friend Homura had stumble off the rooftop of Homs old home, and tumble down the rusty fire escape and into a thankfully empty dumpster.
God shits in her breakfast again it seems.
Hauling herself out of the trash like the streetrat she dtill is at hearts, Kyouko transformed out of her uniform and dead sprinted to the school to grab Mami and 'Doka, and do her best to make sure Homs doesn't go and murder Mikuni that god damn snake of a prophet someone that may have been responsible for O-t--ia's kidnapping in a past life.
Class must have just finished beacuase when Kyouko finally made her way to the front gates of the school why was she here again, why'd she run to her family? several things had happened.
1. The burning inferno of Homura's rage blazed into a goddamn explosion of boiling murderous hate.
2. An intense soul-sucking cloud of fear encompassed the entirety of two floors from around the same point, Madoka's dreary tired anxiety sky rocketing into panic while Mami's acheing heart bloomed into a blossoming flower of manic dread.
3. A familiar was crawling its way towards her, one that belong to some sort of clown or circus witch cause it looked like some sorta seal with pigtails, its flippers mangled and tail having bits of it chewed off.
4. Lil' Munchkin must've been trying to broadcast to the entirety of their group, a simple plea for help sent out to all of 'em.
5. That familiar flopped its way to her, finally, and left some parting runes before kicking the bucket why'd the seal dying hurt so much? and those runes translated quite distinctly into that message Bebe sent out.
"Help us... please..."
6. She was gonna figure out why the FUCK she ran all the way to her family with tears in her eyes.
7. Never forget-
just churned this out once i woke up nd saw Anon 2.0 ask. have a swell day of Emotional Damage.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
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