#The hunt for shit tickets continues

[mull3ts]

[ 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒; ONE WAY TICKET ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Friend’s Dad! Mark, Daddy Kink, Blowjobs, Dry Humping, Degradation/Praise Kink

Mark thought he was like you once, shy, timid, unsure. But one singular move proves him completely wrong. 

You were introduced to him as his daughter’s friend, the daughter of the couple next door, swinging by for a few weeks before heading back to campus. He gave you a handshake, a polite smile. He thought you were just a little shy when you could barely hold up a conversation with him, only speaking when he asked you something.

Initially, Mark didn’t think anything of it. 

He knew you were watching a movie with his daughter, so he went back up to his room, tending to whatever business he needed to. That’s when he thought something of it. He thought about how pretty you are, gorgeous even. Sure you were shy, but he’s sure that some people are like that at your age. He knows he was like that at your age. 

Mark’s not blind, he could see right through you from where your eyes subtly darted when he spoke to you. He likes you. Besides being a sight for sore eyes, you’re smart, clever, witty, he sees the way you talk to his daughter. He just wishes that maybe you were a little bolder. 

Mark Lee doesn’t make first moves. 

That’s when you lied between your teeth to your friend saying you needed to use the bathroom. You didn’t really. You didn’t even know why you even told her that. So, you walked upstairs, hunting for the bathroom when you decided to go…left, right, left…right—you decide to go right. As soon as you do, the bedroom door swings open making you stumble back into a wall. You blink a couple of times.

Oh look, it’s Mr. Lee. 

“Holy shit,” he apologizes, his eyes widening in horror. “A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?” 

You’re still rapidly blinking, also in horror. “N-No, sorry, Mr. Lee. I- I didn’t mean to, uhm, yeah.” 

He’s confused for a second. He glances at the bathroom door. “Were you gonna go in there?” 

“Uh-” 

“Because, honestly, the toilet’s just kinda like a little-” 

Screw it. The next thing you know you’re shoving his chest back into his room. He hums a little in surprise, muttering “What the—?” the moment the door clicks behind you. You’re a little surprised you did that.

He’s a little surprised he let that happen. 

You breathe in. “I want to suck your cock.” 

What the fuck. You’ve never done this before. Why did you just tell him that? You're only acquainted with Mr. Lee and, to be completely honest, you don’t even remember his first name—John? Marcus? William? You're sure it starts with an M. You’re also sure it’s probably Mark.

Mr. Lee does a double take. “Did you say…?” 

You nod. “Yes. I wanna get on my knees and gag on your cock.” 

He narrows his eyes down at you. 

“Please.” You add, hoping that maybe it’ll convince him. 

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he trails off like he’s skeptical. “You’re young, I’m like twice your age..and I don’t think maybe you’d wanna mingle around some guy like me, honey. You should go for someone younger, maybe, closer to your age, y'know live your life.” He continues, “Besides, I’m an adult, you’re probably barely an adult, and I just don’t think you should be getting into adult games you should be getting into young adult things.” His hands are on your shoulders at this point. 

Is this man serious? He’s not your dad. “Y’know, Mr. Lee, thank you for the fatherly advice, but, I’d rather you give me life lessons while your cock is in my mouth.” 

One of his eyebrows is cocked up, probably in amusement. “Uh-huh…you sure you wanna…” 

“Suck your cock? Yes.” you answer immediately. “Please.” You add, again. 

“Well,” he shrugs, walking over and sitting in one of his cushioned chairs. “Just tell me if it gets too much for you, honey.” he sighs, pointing for you to sit in-between his thighs—you quickly oblige, getting on your knees in front of him. 

You look up at him as you unfasten his belt, pull down the zipper; your fingers reaching for the waistband of his briefs. His voice interrupts your movements, “You sure my kid’s not gonna wonder where you went?” he pries “Whatcha’ gonna do if she comes in to see her pretty little friend gagging on her dad’s cock, hm?” 

Fuck you for wearing shorts. You could feel your wetness begin to ooze out of you. 

The corner of Mark’s mouth curls up just a little when you don’t respond to him, opting to pull his briefs down lower until his swollen dick slips out, slapped against his stomach. Your lips part in awe, looking at it up and down; your eyes fixate on the white fluid beading at the tip. It’s precum according to Twitter. 

Your stomach is doing somersaults. Why did you think you could do this? Why did you think you could fit all of that in your mouth? You have a gag reflex!

Fingers creep through your hair, almost soothing you, messing your hair just a little. “Go on, baby,” he pushes. “Take it just like you told me you wanted to.” 

You press an unassuming kiss on the base of his cock first, earning a curse from him. 

God you’re such a virgin. 

You stick your tongue out, letting it glide from the base up to the precum where you close your mouth around the tip. His fingers in your hair leave your scalp, the fingers wrap around your hair creating a makeshift ponytail, insinuating he wants to have control over her. Maybe he’s holding back.

Yeah Mark is definitely holding back. 

If it was anyone else like one of his flings, he would’ve already been far into their throat, shoving his dick in as far as allowed. But he’s not. Because you’re different. He likes you. He definitely likes you. If you were just anyone else he would be less…reserved. He doesn’t want to scare you. He’s refraining himself. 

It’s not for long, though. You come to realize that you need more, you want him to teach you about his stupid “adult games”. You use one of your hands to play with his balls and the other to hold onto his calf. You release your hold when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, a.k.a the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He twitches in your mouth, while he cusses again, his grip on your hair tightening. You assume you’re into pain by the way your cunt clenches around nothing at the feeling. 

Mr. Lee clicks his tongue, the “tsk” he gives is just a little condescending. Using his free hand, he grips your jaw to help you out a bit, easing his dick further into your mouth. “Such a pretty girl with a pretty mouth,” he grins. You take another inch of him, trying your best to use your tongue more than your teeth. You conclude sucking dick might be harder than you thought. 

“Look at you, struggling on my dick. Pretty baby’s havin’ a little trouble down there, isn’t she?” he chuckles at the way you glare up at him, all helpless and at his disposal. “Don’t forget to breathe through your nose, baby.” 

You try to breathe in, breathing in his scent as you take him deeper, letting him guide you by your hair. You swirl your tongue around his base, emitting soft groans from him. Gosh your jaw hurts. And he hasn’t even hit your throat yet! 

He groans, loudly. “Fuck, I love your little—shit—You ever had a cock in your mouth, baby?” 

You don’t answer, his hold on your jaw tightens. “Answer me.” 

Tears are forming in your eyes as you shake your head. You pull back a little only to plunge his cock farther, his pubes tickling your nose just a little. 

“Good girl,” he praises, your chest swells with pride. “Such a smart girl, aren’t you?” 

You’re so wet now, you’re desperate. You bob your head, tears becoming more prevalent in your eyes everytime he hits your throat. He smiles, using his thumb to wipe away your tears while still holding your jaw. 

You finally have the courage to look up at him, seeing how large he appears from this angle. He’s got a small smirk on his face, a strand of his greying hair fallen on his forehead. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “Look at how fuckin’ gorgeous you look,” He praises, now rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re such a slut too, beggin’ to suck your friend’s dad’s cock. You love my cock, don’t you?” 

You whine around his dick, gasping when he yanks you by the hair to pull out. He’s looking at you expectantly. A smirk plastered on his face. You bite your lip, nodding your head eagerly. “Yes!” you cry “Yes, sir!”

He’s immediately satisfied, plunging your mouth back straight to his dick. This time, you hollow out your cheeks, sliding your mouth even further and backwards. His hips thrust upwards, clutching your hair harshly as he uses your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, baby, fuck. Baby knows how to use her mouth for some good, huh?” 

His praise makes you hum around his shaft. Though, a part of you feels just a little jealous he’s been with other people. Not to mention the fact that he’s clearly had a wife. 

Mr. Lee’s dick hits the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Thaaat’s my little slut,” he groans out. “Gag on my dick like I know you wanna.” 

You do as you’re told, letting his cock slide into the back of your throat over and over again. You feel him twitch inside you, his hips beginning to stutter. 

He cusses again, “M’gonna cum, baby,” he pants “M’gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, aren’t you?” he chuckles. “You’re gonna take it just like you wanted, pretty girl.” 

You whine around his cock. He smiles. 

Mr. Lee is beyond pleased. Good. 

“Fuuuck,” he lets out a long drawl before he shoots his cum straight down your throat. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the feeling. He yanks you off his dick, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. “Swallow it all.” 

You oblige. Looking up at him when you’ve taken everything. “I’ve never done that before.” you timidly admit. 

He scrunches his nose at you, his eyes still hooded. “Lying is a bad, bad thing to do, little girl.” 

You pout, “I swear!” 

“Then you’re very good at it,” he holds your jaw again, his thumb parting your lips. “You ever been kissed before?” 

“Once or twice.” you murmur, a little ashamed. 

He gives you a little smile, his lips now touching—kissing yours. You whine against him, your hand resting on his thigh. He grins against your lips, reaching down to pick you up and place you on his thigh. You’re pretty sure he can taste his cum now that his tongue made its way inside. 

Something possessed you when you were straddling his thigh, the next thing you knew, you were rubbing your cunt on his leg. 

Mr. Lee chuckles softly, watching you in complete amusement as you humped his thigh. You’re so sensitive from rubbing your thighs together that you’re such a whiny mess on him. Yes, you still need to get back to your friend (his daughter), but yes—you feel too good to do so. 

He keeps you secure, his hand still on your waist as he watches you use his thigh to your heart's content, moaning and whining out just for him. You don’t even care that you’re leaving a damp spot on his stupid trousers. “Get off on my thigh, you poor baby, you need to cum so badly, don’t you?” 

You sob, his hand on your waist comforting you. “Please,” you begin to beg, “J-Just wanna cum, Daddy, please~” 

That’s the exact moment his grasp on your waist tightens, his already dark eyes grow darker. “Good girl,” he praises, his heart swollen from pride by the name you called him. “Such a good girl making yourself cum all over Daddy’s thigh.” 

You cry out, your body shuddering and clinging onto the man for dear life. As if you could get any closer to your orgasm, he continues. 

“That’s why you need me, huh, you need a fuckin’ Daddy.” he groans “None of these boys, lousy little inexperienced college boys. Do they bother you, baby? Is that why you come to me to get off? You come to me to guide you? Why you need your Daddy?”  

A loud moan leaves your lips, “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! T-That’s why I need you, need y-you so…so bad!” 

“Good baby,” he coos, drawing out the “O” as he lifts your flimsy shirt above your head, pushing your bra out of the way, pinching your nipples. “Cum. Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.” 

Your limbs turn all jelly-like, and the next thing you know you’re like a puddle in Mr. Lee’s arms. Screaming and crying as your body spasms with nothing but pleasure, it’s like you’re seeing stars. You can barely hear him praising you endlessly as you cling onto him. You’re a hundred percent sure you’re sobbing tears. 

He’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he takes you in. His finger dipping in your shorts to find the slick that’s gushed out of you, holding it to his mouth to taste. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles to himself as his eyes shoot to your tits then right back at your face. “Pull your shirt down, baby.” The smile never leaves his stupid face. “And fix your cute little bra.” 

Your face is on fire. You glare at him, fixing your bra. This man can’t be real.

You’re both just staring at each other now, not really paying any mind to the time or anything else, really. But, the clock on his wall is like a slap in the face. You sigh. “I- I should really go.” 

Mr. Lee looks at his watch. He sighs, “Guess so, baby.” 

You place a kiss to his cheek and throw him a demure smile when you pull away. “You know where to find me.” 

He rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your face, kissing you right on the lips. He pulls away. “Dunno ‘bout that honey,” he teases. 

“Then maybe open your window later for a little something, Daddy.” you tease back. 

You both realized your rooms’ windows face eachother. 

Perfect. 

“Maybe I will.” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting back another smile. “See ya, Mr. Lee.” 

“Later, gorgeous.” 

You leave his room, closing the door behind you with an ear-to-ear grin on your face. Before you know it you’re lying to your friend again about how sick you feel, saying you need to go home. 

On your way up to your room, you’re mouthing “Mark” until you open your window. Your face heats up when his window is already wide open, he’s already there giving you one of his shit-eating grins. 

You beam back at him. Luckily, you managed to get his number from his daughter. You call him. He looks at you questionably, but picks up, amused. 

“Hey there, old man.” you taunt. 

“You really shouldn’t have came into my room, honey.” 

“Really? Why not?” you pout. 

“Being with your friend's dad really isn’t good for you.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “And how do you know what’s good for me Mr. Mark ‘know it all’ Lee?” 

“Cause' I’m older.” he extends his arms, stretching “Got more life experience.” 

“So,” you prod. “Whatcha’ gonna do about it, hm?” 

“Knock some sense into you.” 

“Uh-huh,” you raise your eyebrows. “How do you plan on doing that, exactly?” 

His eyes never leave yours. “You’ll see.” 

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[lynn-writes-things]

the thrill of the hunt - toji fushiguro x reader

I just have primal dom!Toji brainrot, ya know?

cw: 18+ content ; DARK CONTENT!! ; primal dom!Toji x prey!reader ; “hunting” ; cnc (consensual non-consent) ((this is an established dynamic! both parties have consented to these dynamics!)) ; knife k!nk ; gun k!nk (sorta??) ; dacryphilia (kinda???) ; breeding kink (if you squint?????)

(I have NEVER written this kinda shit before, pls forgive any mistakes! also if I forgot to tag a warning pls let me know!)

Fear.

That’s all that fueled you as you ran through the dim maze of trees, nothing but a blind panic leading you, your only goal is just to survive. To make it through this. To make it out of these woods before the sun crosses fully below the horizon, and you lose all sense of direction entirely. Not that you had much sense of it now, with nothing but panic guiding you, acting on pure instinct to evade the man - no, the monster hunting you down.

It’s been a while since you last heard any sign of him, but you know deep down that that doesn’t mean for even a second that you’re safe. Hell, who are you kidding - you’ll never be safe with him after you. Still, your legs burn from running through the rough terrain, and your lungs fare no better, each inhale feels as though you’ve set a million matches ablaze in place of every nerve-ending in your chest cavity, and the fire threatens to burn you inside out until you’re nothing but ash. In an attempt to extinguish the flames, no matter how temporary the relief may be, you find yourself leaning against a tree, trying your damnedest to keep your desperate gasps for air as quiet as possible, though you know it’s no use.

You know it’s no use, and that you’ve failed, when a shot rings in your ears, and a bullet very nearly misses you - going right past your tree and the next, mere inches from your face. Tears fill your eyes, obscuring your vision more than you can afford, and just like that, you’re off running again. Admittedly, you have no idea how long you’ve been running at this point, no idea how long you’ve been lost in these woods, all you do know is that you can’t take much more of this before your body gives out completely, you know you’re nearing your breaking point. He knows it too, and you know that he’s counting on that - know that he’s going to keep toying with you until your poor body just can’t take anymore. God only knows what will happen if - no, when - he catches you.

Another bullet wizzes past you, snapping you from your panicked train of thought and forcing you to focus on the task at hand. The name of the game is to fucking survive. Abruptly, you turn on your heel, speeding off in a new direction, dodging stray roots and fallen branches as the sun continues it’s slow descent, painting the woods in an even eerier atmosphere.

The only thing you can hear is your rapid heartbeat, hammering so loudly that you fear even he can hear it. All you can feel is the fire combusting your lungs and limbs, the cold air of the coming night does little to nothing to sooth the burns. If anything, the cooling air only stings your burning flesh, and you try so very hard to blink away even more tears - you cannot afford to have your vision further compromised right now. If you can’t see, you’re as good as dead.

Finally, there’s a break in the trees. You can see it just up ahead, there’s a clearing, and maybe - just fucking maybe - this is your ticket out. Maybe this clearing will give way to more open space, buildings to escape into, even just people to bare witness to this - anything to solidify your safety. You can see it. You’re nearing the edge of the woodland, you’re so fucking close-

..It’s a pity that your foot catches on a raised root, sending you tumbling to the ground. The force at which you land will no doubt leave your skin scraped and bloodied, but that’s the least of your problems as you hear his footsteps approaching. Sobs wrack your body, violent ones that purge the burning air from your lungs, as you scream in heart wracking anguish, accepting your fate.

You’ve lost.

One large hand harshly grips your hair, pulling your head off of the dirt. With his free hand, the blade of a knife presses against your throat, threatening to break the skin. You can feel his body leaning over yours, and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Keeping them squeezed shut, you find it mildly easier to pretend that this is all fake, that it isn’t real. Surely, this can’t fucking be real - you cannot be about to die by this fucking monster. “Found you.” His deep voice reverberates in your mind, his hot breath against the shell of your ear.

“P-Ple-ease, p-please don’t k-kill me!” You wail, though you know your pleas fall on deaf ears when you feel his chuckle. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering if death would be the prefered option to whatever this sick fuck has planned with you.

“Now, why would I go and kill such a perfect little bunny without playing with her first?” His words make you whimper, fearing what’s to come. The knife against your throat and the hand in your hair vanish, both hands becoming interested in quite literally ripping your shirt off. “But first..” His voice trails off, and you cry out when you feel the knife against your back, you feel him carving something into your skin. His initials, if you had to guess. You want to squirm away, to do something, but you know that any movements you make now would only serve to cause you more injury. “You’re mine now, little bunny.” He taunts, voice dripping with toxic honey that makes you feel sick to your stomach. “Even if I let you go, everyone’s gonna fuckin’ know who you belong to. Even you.”

“S-Stop! P-Please, just st-top!” Your cries only make the man above you laugh, moving off of you just enough to roughly flip you onto your back, and finally, you get a look at the demon who’s just claimed you as his own personal plaything. Green eyes gleam with something evil, and the smirk on his scarred lips makes your once-burning blood run cold.

“‘Look so pretty when you’re cryin’ for me, darlin’.” He licks his lips, making quick work of cutting your shorts off in a similar manner to your shirt, taking your panties off along with them and stuffing the ripped fabric into his pocket. “Let’s see how hard we can make ya’ cry, hm?”

“N-No, please!” You scream, desperately smacking and scratching at him, anything that you can think of before he snatches your wrists together with a growl and pins them above your head. For what it’s worth, the scratch marks along his cheek that are already starting to bead with blood is mildly satisfying to you - at least you landed something. His free hand lands a harsh smack on your cheek, leaving your ears ringing momentarily as he takes the distraction as an opportunity to situate himself between your thighs, free hand spreading your folds, despite your attempts at trying to kick him away. You just can’t make him budge, he’s much too massive and muscular. The monster of a man above you chuckles lowly, meeting your tearfilled eyes with a hint of amusement in his, one eyebrow raised.

“Y’know, for someone who’s claiming not to want this, you’re real fucking wet, bunny.” One of his thick fingers enters you with ease as a means of proving his statement. “Pretty little pussy’s already creamin’ for me.”

“F-Fuck y-you!” You stammer, face flushed red in embarrassment. He chuckles again, eyes once again going dark as he removes his finger, lining up his massive cock with your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him pull it out, but you don’t have a second to actually think back on it before he’s bottomed out inside of you in one single thrust, making you scream in pain and shock. “If you insist.” His husky voice sounds again, though you barely register it as he immediately picks up a brutal pace.

“So fuckin’ tight, bunny.” He growls, leaning down to lick up the new tears that stream down your cheeks. “Gonna train my pretty little bunny to take my cock. No one else is ever gonna be good enough when I’m done with you.” With his free hand, he grabs one of your legs and hoists it over his shoulder, making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust. You feel betrayed by your body when your pussy clenches around his cock, and the subconscious way that your back arches. “There we go,” He coos, the hand once pinning your wrists down now finds its way down to rub quick circles on your clit. Your moans and mewls are being ripped from you despite your best efforts to hold them back - but god, why does it feel so good?

You’re getting close, and he can tell - he can tell by the way your slick coats your inner thighs, and the way your walls clench so tightly around him. The expression on your face is no longer one of pain, of fear - no, it’s one of pleasure that rationally, you know you should not be feeling.

“Gonna be a good little pet and cum for me? Hm?” He urges, speeding up the circles on your clit, and it’s enough for the fire pooling in your belly to explode into whitehot euphoria as your orgasm washes over you.

“T-Toji! Fuck - Daddy!!” You can’t help but scream as he doesn’t relent, your gushing slick coating his balls and lower abdomen as you’re given no time to recover from your earth shattering orgasm. Toji chuckles, leaning down to bite your neck as his pace continues.

“Y’broke character on me, doll.” When he pulls back to look you in the eyes, the sight of your boyfriend makes your eyes roll back into your head at the overstimulation. He slows down, the hand on your clit now comes to grasp your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides of your neck while he now rocks his hips into yours at a slow, languid pace, each thrust allowing you to feel each vein of his girthy cock. “Now, what do you say?”

“S-Sorry, d-daddy..” You pout, and he leans down to kiss your lips. He rewards your apology with quicker thrusts, squeezing your neck with enough pressure that he knows you love. “D-Daddy..!” That heat is already back, and you know you’re closing in on another mind blowing orgasm.

“Close again already?” He tsks at you, but you know he’s getting close himself too by the way his breathing is heavier, panting between growls and grunts against your lips. “Go on then, little bunny, cum for daddy.” And oh, you do. Toji watches with hungry eyes as your back arches off of the ground and your juices squirt all over him, the way your walls squeeze him like a vice is more than enough to push him over the ledge as well, losing himself in the feeling of your slick walls milking him. “Gonna fuckin’ knock you up,” He grunts, continuing to rut into you, thick ropes of white painting your insides. “Y’er fuckin’ mine.” His possessive growls make you whine, your arms wrapping around him to lock him even closer to your body.

“Love you,” You whimper, pressing your face against his neck. “Don’t let go..”

“Not gonna let go,” He promises, stilling his movements, keeping you caged beneath him. “Love you too, bunny.”

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, until you’re back down to earth after your highs, only then does Toji pull away from you, pulling you to sit on his lap instead of laying on the ground. “You alright? Was that too much?” His eyes are genuine, his concern makes your heart swell.

“N-No, I’m okay. That was.. that was good.” You offer him a shaky grin, still fairly out of it. Toji smiles at you, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. “C’mon, let's get back to the camp so I can get that cut cleaned up, ‘kay?”

“M’kay.” With your go-ahead, he first takes his shirt off to allow you to slip it on to cover yourself, then stands with you in his arms, easily carrying you back to the place you’d long forgotten about. It amazes you that Toji somehow remembers exactly where the two of you came from, but you’re far too exhausted to question it too much right now.

“After that how about we go home? Think we both could use a nice bath right about now.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re stinky.” You giggle softly, fighting off sleep.

“I’ll drop you.”

“Noooooo.” You whine and cling to him with what little strength is left in your body. Toji chuckles at your antics, but his smile is soft when he feels you go slack in his arms, your breathing even and calm, signaling that you’ve fallen asleep right in his arms while he carries you back to where you once came. Honestly, it’s his favorite place for you to fall asleep.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #pheewwww I’m sorry for this one yall #I got the idea in my head and needed to write it

[sugolara]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮

ft. Tomura Shigaraki x fem! reader

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“You suck at this!” F/n laughed at Shigaraki as she held an arcade gun and killed the male multiple times. The male next to her scowled as he raised his gun closer to his face and peeked out the scope as he aimed at F/n’s character, “That’s not fair, you’re camping, you camper!” 

“Don’t blame me cause you suck at this!” The girl exclaimed with a grin as she shot Shigaraki’s character.

A few kids watched the two play. They were amazed at how Shigaraki had 18 and F/n had 20 kills. Some kids waited for their turn but left when F/n and Shigaraki kept replaying. 

The arcade was loud as it was filled with children screaming and laughing. The blaring music made it hard to hear but it was suitable for the arcade as it blended in with the kids having fun. The arcade was also dirty as half eaten pizza and soda cups littered all over the floor. Coins were dropped as well as tickets and candy wrappers.

“Please, suck at this?” Shigaraki grinned, “How much you wanna bet I’ll catch up and beat your score?”

“Pshh, you wish, but,” F/n thought for a moment then continued, “I’ll bet on our tickets. You win, you keep mine and if I win the same deal.”

“Alright.” Shigaraki pulled his arcade gun near his face and once again peeped through the scope, “Deal.”

The two then gunned each other down while muttering curses as they died. The countdown in the middle made their hearts race as they had limited time to defeat each other. 

F/n took a step back as the screen began to give her a headache. The liquor from the party clattered inside her bag as she moved. Shigaraki also took a step back as the screen made his eyes squint. His eyes also began to water as he hadn’t blinked, to focus on hunting F/n down.

Eventually, Shigaraki blinked and caused him to die, leaving F/n to win. The girl raised her arms and grinned while Shigaraki grunted, putting his arcade gun into the slot. 

“How ‘bout that!” F/n said as she also put her gun in the slot. 

The screen on Shigaraki’s side went red with the word game over and blood oozing down, “Whatever, you just got lucky.”

F/n placed her hands towards Shigaraki, “Tickets my good sir.”

Reluctantly, the male fished out his tickets and placed them in her hand. He then rolled his eyes as the girl grinned at him and began to walk away, presumingly to where the prizes resided. 

Reaching the counter, F/n placed her tickets down then pointed to the small water guns, “Two.”

The employee checked the tickets and then nodded as she turned to grab the toy. She handed it to F/n with a polite smile. 

The h/c haired girl handed a red water gun to Shigaraki as she kept the blue one. They headed to the front of the arcade where they sat on a bus stop. F/n reached into her backpack and pulled out the liquor from the party.

“You still have that?” Shigaraki asked as he eyed the golden flakes floating. 

“Duh.” F/n said as she began to pour the liquor into her water gun, “I checked online and apparently there like a grand–well maybe less than that but it’s expensive. Why let it go to waste?”

She passed the bottle to her friend and he inspected it before doing the same. He looked up as he heard the water gun make a small noise. He dead panned as he saw F/n squirting the liquor into her mouth. 

When he finished, he passed the bottle back to the girl and the two made their way to a nearby park. Shigaraki took a sip of the liquor and grimaced, “This shit is nasty.”

“I know but I’m not letting this go to waste.” F/n said as they arrived at the park. “Let's fill this up with water.”

Shigaraki shook his head but followed after her. They filled the gun with water. While Shigaraki filled his, he felt a tiny splash on his cheeks and instantly shot a look at F/n. The girl grinned but quickly covered her face as Shigaraki shot her with water. 

The two chuckled and began spraying each other as they ran onto the playground chasing each other. F/n had slipped near the steps which made Shigaraki laugh but was shutted down with water shooting in his mouth. He choked a bit as F/n laughed. 

The male chased her as they both jumped off the playground and got back up. With F/n panting near the slide, she hadn’t noticed Shigaraki coming up behind and eventually shooting her. F/n gasped as the action caught her off guard and made her slip falling on the slide. 

Shigaraki managed to grab her hand with his pinkies up. F/n smiled but she forced a desperate look, “Don’t let go, Rose.”

Shigaraki stared at her for a second before smiling, “I’ll never let go, Jack.”

He then released her hand and watched as F/n slowly slid down the slide leaving a loud screech as she slid. He stood up and took a step back but a small puddle laid beneath him causing him to eventually fall down the slide harshly and landing on F/n’s back. 

“Ow.” F/n said as she lifted her head away from the bark. 

Shigaraki gripped his head, “That hurts.”

The two laid there instead of getting up. Although they were in pain, their smiles never left their faces and neither did their beating hearts. They can handle the pain. 

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x you #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader

[threehuskiesinatrenchcoat]

rant

if someone tells me “why don’t you leave if it’s that bad” or “you deserve what’s happening to you” im gonna flip my shit. leave to fucking where, how? have you seen the average paycheck of a russian? and don’t fucking count moscow, i dare you. look at all those people barely scraping $300 a month for food and a roof over their heads with nothing else left and tell them that buying plane tickets and saving up enough to last god knows how long while waiting for a job permit AND searching for a job is EASY. oh, of course refugee programs are SO easy to get into, and everybody is just so excited waiting for russians to come (except european countries are considering closing borders because they’re tired of russians running). cuz everyone is so fucking hyped to have us there, right? same people that are gonna go on the internet later and say how much they wish russians would stop whining and leave, except, well, not to my country, to somewhere else, i wouldn’t want to live next to a ~terrorist~. speaking of, everyone is so fucking punk and immune to propaganda, yet believe when putin and his little circlejerk say that everybody fucking LOVES him? that people sign up for army willingly? that everyone "allowed" all this to happen? i’ve been to the fucking protests, i’ve seen people bloody & bruised getting hauled off into paddy wagons, i’ve seen people get a prison sentence for throwing a plastic cup at a cop on a riot, i've seen young men get jumped by authorities at metro stations and outside grocery stores so they could be given a drafting letter with no chance to escape, i’ve seen people getting ridiculous fines for standing outside with a PLAIN FUCKING SIGN because “we know what this is SUPPOSED to be about”. sasha skochilenko got 7 years in prison for replacing price tags at a store with anti-war messages, FUCKING STICKERS. get off your high horse and tell me, full fucking honesty, would you be protesting if you knew for sure, 100%, you’ll be going to prison when, WHEN, they catch you? and yet people STILL DO. and people still GET CAUGHT. and people get hunted and tortured and receive insane sentences for the stupidest things. “russians don’t do shit to stop the war” FUCK YOU. im tired of always being nice about this and trying to explain shit in hopes that someone will get it. fuck you for making this all about yourself (“yeah i feel bad for you but also can you imagine if this happened in the usa? oof”), fuck you for only caring when it’s convenient to paint yourself as a good person (why continue to spread awareness about ukraine when it’s not the hot topic of the day anymore?), fuck you for believing in lies and putin’s propaganda. everyone is so fucking aware and well-versed in politics on the internet. but it’s easy to be when your country cares about fucking human rights at least A LITTLE, right? it's easy to assume that free speech is everywhere and available to everyone, right?

[yautja-lover]

Survivors - Angst / Fluff / Smut One Shot

Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader

Summary:You are the last remaining survivor of your group against the Super Predators on the Game Preserves Planet in 2010 teaming up with the Crucified Predator to take down the last remaining Super Predators, Berserker after unting the Crucified Predator by using one of his equipment.

Sexual Content:Dry-humping,gentle penetration and alien sex.

Game Preserves Planet - 2018

Your not sure, how you got here or how long you've been here?... but what you do know, is that you need to find a way to get the... HELL!.. off of this alien planet! Why the hell did those crab things bring you here of all places, you didn't do anything wrong to deserve this type of torture by those sexy reptilian... wait, what am I saying you thought to yourself. Those things are trying to kill you, just like they slaughtered your group and now your next.. then, again your own kind abandoned you just because 'she's too small' or 'she's too weak, she'll only slow us down' they said.

"Well, guess what?.. you dumb piece of shit- heads! I'm still alive, so.. Ha ha ha ha hah!!" you exclaimed out, to no one in particular before covering your mouth remembering that your being hunted.. as you scanned the area with your eyes, but relaxed once you realized that you are alone. Now back to the important matter at hand here, how to get off this DAMN planet?! Hmmm... now let me see.. jerkia, I've got it! I can fly away in one of those things ships, yeah that'll work.. now, if I were a crab-faced alien where would I hide my beloved spacecraft?.. you thought to yourself while marching-off to god knows where.

Then it dawned on you, that your plan wouldn't work at all.. you don't know a single thing about piloting a plane, let alone a spaceship! "Well, FUCK ME!!" you exclaimed, covering your mouth again. Well back to the old drawing board you thought, as you stood there while tapping your head in thought "C'mon brain think of somethin'.." then you remembered that there is a fourth one that's all tied-up. Of course!!.. why didn't you think of it before?! "Don't you worry sexy beast, help is on the way!" you shouted while heading towards your ticket home.

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"Uhh, excuse me.. Mr. Sexy Beast, hello?"you called out, softly while gently poking the tied-up reptile-like humanoid causing the Crucified Predator to wake up with a startled roar. "Easy there, big guy. I'm not here to hurt ya." you said calmly, as he stares at you "Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement?" you questioned earning a head tilt from him. "I'm sure you want down and get back at the others for what they did, yes?.." you questioned earning a growl from him, taking it as a yes.. so you continued on ".. and I want off of this, whatever this is." you said hoping that he gets what your saying then, added  "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend."

You looked around the campsite to see what you could use to cut him loose from the totem pole until, you spot a bone axe 'that could work' you thought to yourself as you walked over to pick it up.. or at least, try to pick it up while falling backwards from lifting it up, earning a scolded grunt from the Crucified Predator. "I am being careful!..." you exclaimed with a huff of frustration, as if you could understand what he's saying and he just chuffed at you in response ".. it's not as easy, as it looks." you responded back, as you tried again sounding like an old married couple. "Alright... now, I've got it!" you exclaimed while lifting the bone axe up and stumbling a bit, as he gives you the look of uncertainty.

Crucified Predator's P. O. V.

He heard someone spoke in a very faint voice but, couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying.. until whoever it was started poking him,  jointing the male awake causing him to roar who he thought were his captors. But paused once he noticed that it was a oomani-di trying to get his attention, staring at the pyode wei-ghe'h in confusion as she spoke "Perhaps we can make some sort of arrangement?" tilting his head to the side in curiosity. She continued on "I'm sure you want down and get back at the others for what they did, yes?" , "Sei-i" he said with a growl "..and I want off of this, whatever this is." she said then,  added before looking around his enemies campsite "The enemy of my enemy, is my friend." The oomani-di makes an attempt to pick up a bone axe but fails stumbling backwards, in the process. "Be careful with that.." he warned with a grunt "I am being careful!.." she protested with a huff and he just chuffed at the wei-ghe'h in response "... it's not as easy, as it  looks." Then trys again "Alright... now, I've got it!" having trouble standing while lifting it up, 'Paya this oomani-di is trying to mar'ct me' he thought to himself.

After I released the Crucified Predator from his bonds on the totem pole causing him to fall with a loud thud "Oops.." I said while tossing the bone axe to the side, to check up on him. As soon, as he got back on his feet and grips me by the throat.. I couldn't help but feel aroused by the size difference between us then, he started sniffing the air and moved closer to sniff me. 'Umm... what the fuck?' I thought to myself, don't tell me he can sme- until he finally shook his head and let go of me.. I'm not gonna lie I felt slightly disappointed once he released his hold on my throat. The Crucified Predator puts on one of those shiny metal mask things, but this one has a small crack on the right side of the mask showing off one of his orange eyes.

He then starts typing something on his wristband, showing a hologram of earth and then I could hear the sound of an engine of some kind. When I noticed that this sexy beast was staring at me with his head cocked to the side, it dawned on me that he must've programmed his ship to take me home.

"Oh, thank you sexy beast..." he tilt his head at you, when you said 'sexy beast' "... thank you, thank you!!" you exclaimed, as he nods his head at you and a very angry roar erupted coming from the other predator with red and black dreadlocks.. causing you to scream in surprise, as the Crucified steps in front of you with a roar of his own. He then pushed at you slightly to leave of course, you just stood there unmoving completely stunned.. until he pushed you again with a low growl which, seemed to wake you from your trance and ran off in the direction of his ship. You couldn't shake the feeling but something was telling you to turn back around to help him, so that's what you did once you got there..

...you noticed that the red and black one had your sexy beast cornered and getting ready to decapitate hi- wait, a minute when did he become yours? You shook your head at the thought and quickly climb up a tree that's near by while forming a plan, luckily your a pro at climbing trees with no problem. Once you found a sturdy enough branch to stand on and grabbed for a vine, bracing yourself and channeling your inner spirit character as Michelangelo before shouting out "COWWW-AAAA-BUN-GA!!" as you swung right between the two, capturing both their attention.. as your action back-fired on you, cause you manage to tie yourself to another tree "Dang it! This wasn't part of the plan." you said the last part with a whine.

You heard a rapid clicking of tusks coming from Mr. Black, who seems highly too amused at your result of action while your sexy beast looks completely exasperated.. plus, you seemed to capture the Super Predator's attention a little too well. Cause now he turned away from the Crucified Predator and coming after you instead, well shit... "Aye, big guy. Nice night, ain't it?" you asked with a nervous laugh, as he growls while flaring his mandibles at you "sheesh.. there's nothing itsy bitsy about you, is there?"you questioned, meekly. Mr. Black growled at you again, offensively as he stalks closer and raises his arm to strike you causing you to close your eyes waiting for the expected blow.. but, opened one eye when nothing happened.

Then slowly opened your other eye to find that the Crucified Predator blocked the Super Predator's attack and the two started fighting each other again while you remain strapped to the tree kicking your feet, squirming and cheering on your sexy beast "Get 'em, Mr. Sexy Beast!... give 'em a left and a right!" Finally the fight between the two ended, as soon as Mr. Black spun around and shouted at you "SHUT THE PAUK UP, LOU-DTE KALE!!" your jaw dropped and your eyes grew wide as saucers.. not at all aware what he just said to you, but by the way your sexy beast reacted it must have not been very nice. It all happened so quickly, a mighty roar was loud as a thunderstorm eruppted from his chest before charging at the Super Predator tackling him to the ground. Green blood gushing everywhere, as he beat him up into submission until Mr. Black was no longer moving.. breathing heavily, as he stood over the lifeless body of his tormentor. Orange eyes staring right in front of you, as a 'swish' sound is heard and cuts through the vine releasing you.. instead of landing on the ground with a 'thud' like he did, when you released him. He caught you instead, carrying you while purring as he picks up his metal mask and puts it back on leaving the campsite to who knows where.

°•☆°•☆°•☆°•☆•° Time Skip °•☆°•☆°•☆•°

"Oh, Mr. Sexy Beast?..." you called out while entering y'alls campsite with your little surprised friend trailing behind you ".. I'm back.. and I found a new friend, can I keep him?" you announced with a question- at least, I think it's a 'he' when you didn't get any type of response from Cruci so you figured he was still out on his hunt. Well I guess that just means you'll be by yourself for a bit and gives you time to name your new friend, who's currently sniffing around the campsite.. 'he's gonna need a name' you thought to yourself, "What am I gonna name you?"you questioned the four-legged green thing with spikes, who's now tilting his head at you like a curious puppy.

Crucified Predator's P. O. V.

Just finished up with his hunt for food.. plus, a gift for his little ooman, along with some fruit to make her s'pke for dinner. As much, as he loves to hunt.. he can't wait to get back to their campsite with his oomani-di and present his wei-ghe'h with a courting gift, being called her 'Sexy Beast' like she always does he can't help but puff out his chest with pride. He just hopes that she didn't try to bring back another dangerous creature, as a pet like last time.. he shook his head at the thought and chuffed, as he moves faster. Once he reached the campsite to find his oomani-di, unexpectedly curled up fast asleep next to a... a Hell-Hound?

'PAYA?! How the pauk did a ooman manage to tame a Hell-Hound¿' he thought, as he stood there completely baffled and slightly jealous of the pup getting all of her attention. Shaking his head then starts preparing for dinner while the two sleep, granted the hound isn't fully grown yet.. which means he can train the pup to watch and protect his ooman when he isn't around, since it already seems attached to the pyode wei-ghe'h. Chopping away on the fruits that he found, as he swore an oath to Paya 'This is my ooman and no one hurts my oomani-di, this is my life now.'

You stir from your nap hearing a bunch of growling and clicking sounds "What the hell is going on?.." you asked sleepily while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, as you sit up to look. "Fluffy, nooo!.. don't attack, my sexy beast! Stop!.. SIT!!..heal!.." babbling out commands while getting up, completely awake now.. as your little reptilian, canine-like friend keeps Cruci away from you standing in a warning and protective stance. While the Crucified Predator just gives you a questionable look, as the Predator hound tilts his head at the sound of your voice before running over to you and stand by your side "What?"you asked casuing Cruci to shake his head before turning around to fill up two bowls.

After you two were finished eating the s'pke and while Fluffy is currently chewing on one of the meats that Cruci killed from his hunt, he started fidgeting in his seat nervously "..everything, alright?" you asked while grasping one of his clawed-hands causing him to flare his mandibles in surprise. The color on his face flushed.. like he's blushing as he looks at you with his warm, bright orange eyes before he slowly nods his head with a reassuring click that transfers into a purr "Your purring again." you said stating the obvious causing the purring to stop. Much to your disappointment, he got up and walked away but came back holding something in his hand delicately that's wrapped in some type of cloth. When he stopped infront of you with his head down staring at the gift, for a moment before lifting his head up while casting his eyes down in submission as he handed you the wrapped item.

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Cruci let out a pleased, trilled-pur when you accepted his gift then picked you up earning a squeak from you, as he carried you bridal-style before plopping down in the nest with him laying on top of you. He started rubbing himself all over you while purring, as if he's trying to mark you with his scent.. you couldn't help exploring his body with your hands, his muscles rippling and flexing from your touch, as the black quills on his chest and face shivered. Your hands then traveled towards his tresses, lightly tugging on the rubbery appendages earning grunts and growls from your sexy beast while he would occasionally buck his hips dry-humping you in response, as he trilled and bristles.

One of your hands traveled down to his lower region fumbling with his belt while the other remains stroking his predlocks "..remove.." you voiced out with a needy whine, tugging on with what little clothing he's got on. Which he happily obliged removing his belt and loincloth, you only caught a quick glimpse of his cock that's fully slipped out of it's sheath and ready for action. Cruci then starts removing your clothing, quickly but surprisingly without ruining them purring as he did so and tossing them to the side. What surprised you even more, was when he sat up and stared at you while slightly tilting his head.. silently waiting on what to do next. "Fuck me, please. " you whispered and he purred in response before grasping your waist and raised your hips up to his length then, leaned himself over you as he slipped inside of your tight heat and started pumping his cock in and out of you at a steady pace. Pressing the crest of his head against your forehead while pressing himself closer to you, as he pumps his hips faster making you a moaning mess and you continue to pull on his tresses getting him even more excited causing the purring to get louder by the second. You could feel yourself getting close, tittering to the end "come on Cruci.. my big sexy beast... come with me.."you said breathlessly and he trilled in response while snapping his hips faster. "Come with me now!" you shouted, as you tugged on one of his tresses a little harder, causing him to throw his head back with a roar while slamming back into you as the two of you came together.

While the two of you come down from your highs, he rolled over on his back held you close to his warm and sweating chest.. Fluffy who has now lost interest in his meal and turned his attention to you, checking to make sure that your alright. Crucified chuffed at the Hell-Hound pup before rolling over to his side, so that the canine-like pup could see you while still keeping you close to his chest. Once the pred-hound was content that you were indeed alright, he then walked around in circle.. like a normal dog would before laying down with his back facing the two of you, sleep soon consumed you feeling protected by your two alien boys.

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The three of you were strolling through the Game Preserves Planet and then, all of a sudden you noticed Cruci's mood change.. he seemed really tense, almost cautious like something or someone was following us. Even Fluffy seemed more alerted than usual, occasionally growling at nothing or so you thought... then out of nowhere, another Predator that was green and yellow with brown specs. It had black tresses with green hair woven-in it and stood at least eight feet tall, both Cruci and Fluffy stood in front of you getting in protective stance while growling in warning.

The eight foot Predator only clicked softly in response before removing it's mask, revealing that it has two different eye colors.. one hazel and the other one is yellow, then what surprised the three of you the most was when transformed. It... or at least, she changed into a human female that now only stood, at least seven feet tall? "Relax, we're not here to harm either of you. " the strange female spoke, Cruci and you looked at each other both of you wearing a look of uncertainty "I'm sorry, but.. did you just say "we're " as in 'we' ?" you questioned. She nodded her head before speaking "Sei-i my mei'hsweis and I." she responded, as two more appeared "This is Yeyinde.. "she said while gesturing her clawed-hand towards the tan one with black specs ".. and this is Bakuub." she added gesturing towards the green and yellow one with black specs, both of them had black dreadlocks with red eyes. Lastly, she gestured towards herself as she spoke "I am Guan-thwei."

Yautja Language - English Translation:

oomani-di- human woman

pyode - soft

wei-ghe'h - female (not an insult)

sei-i - yes

Paya - Yautja, God of Life

mar'ct - kill

pauk - fuck

lou-dte kale - childmaker (insult)

ooman - human

s'pke - Yautja fruit stew

mei'hswei - brother

Yeyinde - Brave One

Bakuub - Straight Spear

Guan-thwei - Nightblood

#female! reader #crucified! predator #berserker! predator #the trio hybrid predators #crucified! predator x female! reader #crucified! predator oneshot #survivors #my writing #my posts

[cipser-wisepurpleowl]

July News!

The Roblox death sound 'oof' or uhhh.wav has been officially replaced by a new sound.

This piece was first noticed by CloneTrooper1019 or MaximumADHD on July 26 where he displayed a video of the new sound. He voiced his distains towards the matter by saying this:

"Fuck you Tommy, you absolute bankrupt narcissistic grifter.

You just had to have a chunk of that pie and shit on our community and culture instead of humbly letting the one piece of old Roblox culture we still have left today live in peace.

Oof will always belong to us."

If you don't know who this Tommy is, Tommy Tallarico is a person who have dealt with the 'oof' situation around 2020 since the sound effect originated from a very obscure game named Messiah in 2001 (Video Proof). This was talked about through KonekoKitten's vid where it mentioned that Tommy found out that the sound was used in a 2006 MMO game and wanted legal compensation for it.

Through a DevFourm back in 2020, it has been confirmed that the founders, Builderman/David and Erik Cassel founded this sound effect through CD-ROM full of licensed, copyright-free sounds. It has also said that Tallarico himself has no copyright nor proof towards the sound yet ROBLOX has said that they have asked him to be apart of their creative community in hopes of exploring various opportunities. A video made by greenlegocats123 feature this fourm along with screenshot of Tallarico providing proof that he technically owns the sound.

On the very same day, ROBLOX has come to speak on the matter via tweet to where a user named Dawgra or DwagraDogu has voiced their disappointment with people siding with Tommy as he claimed that Tommy has insulted its players and shamelessly plugged in his kit in a DevFourm.

A campaign of sorts has been trending on Twitter named #SaveTheOOF, started and created by CloneTrooper, where many individuals want the sound to continue within the platform as the sound effect seems to be the only relic left from the Classic and Old era of Roblox. It is said by CloneTrooper that the cultual imapct wasn't done by the company but rather the fans or userbase since there have been many vids during 2016 where people were remixing the sound into different existing songs.

A user named @my_chappie have complied all things that were once a part of Roblox's culture but now gone: giftsplosions, egg hunts, guests, tickets/tix, gears, and older games. This can also include seasonal events, iconic music, and voxel terrain. On the other hand, other users such as @EpicsEpics and @Mathep11 placed their thoughts on the matter to where they think it's just a sound and nothing more or that people are overreacting.

Although, a user named @chris12902 gave an alternative on replacing the new with 'uhhh.wav' by going through its files:

C:\Users\User\AppData\Local\Roblox\Versions\version-698262888e864914\content\sounds

Yet, there's also suspicion towards Tommy Tallarico due to how a tweet made by Plasmamode came out with the individual DM'ing him on the 'oof' situation. This has come to a split where one side claims he's legally right to do so since ROBLOX had an option to pay at least $10k while the other sees him as an inflated ego with a need for greed and sees the userbase as walking ATMs.

As of now, the sound you'll be hearing on your servers will be the new sound throughout the 2020s and so forth.

#roblox news

[realhousewives-fan]

The Memorable Moments of Season 12

With a season that has been so long, so eventful, so shocking and so toxic, it’s difficult to only pick 10 moments from the season. 

Even if a lot of fans has been complaining about the season for being too long and draining, it was a very good season – and the rating reflects this – it became too much as the toxicity got out of hand.

Lisa Rinna is a big part of the blame as she went ballistic on social media and was hellbent on getting the story about Kathy Hilton out to talk about it.

But I’ve tried to make a list of what was the most memorable moments of the season for me.

The terrifying break-in in Beverly Hills

As there were a lot of hateful nay-sayers who doubted the validity of the break-in, there’s no doubt that it was a horrifying moment for Dorit Kemsley.

She handled the whole ordeal with such calmness and grace that I think made the fans doubting if the break-in was real or orchestrated by the Kemsley in order to stay relevant and on the show.

It was heartbreaking to see PK breaking down in tears too. I found myself being grateful that Dorit and her children were unharmed by the break-in and only wish to send them lots of love.

Sutton Stracke really put her foot in her mouth by downplaying the break-in, which lead her to the top of the Fox Force Four’s shit list.

And poor Sutton was already in trouble for her Elton John analogy at Watch What Happens Live. 

Erika wasn’t a pretty mess!

I came very close to choose the face-off between Sutton and Rinna about the Elton John charity tickets as I found that storyline so incredibly funny.

And besides, I just love to throw Sir Elton John’s name into the whole mess.

But no, it didn’t have as much impact this season as Erika Girardi’s drinking had. She was mixing her anti-depressant medicine with alcohol and acted a damn fool on multiple occasions.

The worst she did was proposition Garcelle Beauvais’ oldest son and cursing at her youngest, but also suggesting that Crystal Kung Minkoff, who suffers from eating disorder, should take laxative.

Garcelle felt uncomfortable with her drinking and tried to address it, to the other women’s outrage.

Erika and Rinna later produced a scene where they supposedly addressed her drinking and it felt so tame and staged.

At least Garcelle’s attempt to talk felt genuine and natural.

The chaos at Garcelle’s birthday party

It wasn’t possible to highlight one of the moments from Garcelle’s iconic birthday party, so I named the whole freaking party. It was an eventful night!

At one corner of the party, you had Sutton and Diana Jenkins having a bizarre and uncomfortable conversation, and Kyle Richards getting physical and cruel with Sutton.

In another corner was Erika and her drunken embarrassment as she disrespected Garcelle’s sons.

Diana delivered her one and only memorable line that wasn’t obscured by her rampant tongue and it was: “You need another villain? Here I am.”

The joke was on Diana though, because she got the villain treatment, and she didn’t appreciate that at all. 

She played the delusional victim and sued fans left and right for spreading defamatory rumours about her.

Sutton told her that night: “I’ve got your number, and it’s 8675309.”

Neither Kyle nor Diana reacted to that read, but Sutton was referring to the number of a call girl!

Oof, you’re so angry, Rinna…

Sutton was forced to apologise multiple times for her Elton John analogy, but Rinna was apparently unwilling to let it go.

There was a campaign to gang up on Sutton this season and it was clear to see from episode one.

But Rinna treated Sutton for instance one way in private and was screaming at her once she had an audience.

It was a bizarre moment when Rinna screamed that she was going to hunt Sutton down if she came for her husband, Harry Hamlin.

It was the first sign of Rinna being a woman unravelling as she struggled with the death of her mother, Lois.

The embarrassment at the charity event

This was really a continuation of Rinna rage towards Sutton from the previous episode. Kyle had been absent because she was away filming, and she was stirring the pot. Always the producer’s pet.

But they had a lot of witnesses, people who really cared about the charity with the unfortunate name: Homeless, Not Toothless.

And once again, Rinna was screaming at Sutton about the same old stuff that Sutton has already apologised for multiple times before.

You could see it in Rinna’s face that she knew she had taken it too far and was embarrassed by her actions. And then she decided to tell the entire party about her behaviour, her struggles and her sorrow.

I felt bad for Rinna and I’m sorry for the loss of her mother, but that party was neither the time or place, so it became more embarrassing to me than genuine and heartfelt.

The nastiness at the disco party

Erika has learned that Garcelle was concerned about her drinking and was making asshole comments about Sutton, like “And I’m the one with the supposedly drinking problem” as Diana was sitting next to her, snickering.

It became a back and forth between Erika and Garcelle where Garcelle gave her such simple and subtle reads that Erika walked right into.

“Erika, I don’t have to make you look bad, you do that fine on your own.”

It’s one of my favourite moments this season. But this party is also important for what happens later in the season. You could see a shift in the way the women treated Kathy in this episode.

As Kathy butchered the name of the charity and made jokes about it, the women acted so offended by it, as if they hadn’t made fun of the name themselves.

It’s interesting that they all of a sudden had an issue with Kathy.

The case of the infamous earrings

I didn’t want to highlight the wickedness of Diana and how terrible she treated Sutton in Aspen.

It was one of the most frustrating and triggering episodes I’ve seen in a long time, and I don’t know who I despise the most; Diana, Erika or Kyle.

However, Erika’s unapologetic and hostile attitude as Crystal and Garcelle asked her about the diamond earrings tops everything.

I think this was the meltdown the women should’ve addressed as concerning and disgusting, instead of Kathy’s meltdown that was neither captured on mic or film.

How convenient that Kathy had her meltdown when she had, as Rinna succeeded in deflecting the attention away from her bestie.

The sitdown with Kathy, Kyle and Rinna

As there was no audio or film of Kathy’s meltdown in Aspen, we’re forced to rely on Rinna’s version of events. I partly believe that Kathy said all those alleged things, but I don’t necessarily understand why they made such a big deal about.

I believe Garcelle’s verdict about the situation: Everybody is now talking about Kathy and not Erika.

The fact that Rinna and Erika are the ones pushing this story makes it obvious: They were deflecting the attention away from Erika’s meltdown in Aspen.

And why Rinna was there for a conversation between Kyle and Kathy didn’t make much sense either. 

Rinna made a bad situation worse, and she did it just for a moment on TV.

Kyle accused Erika of leaking stories!

This was one of the greatest moments from the season, at least one of my favourite moments.

The Fox Force Four has been insufferable and I’ve been begging for a breaking of the miserable pact and I thought this was a significant moment:

Kyle accused Erika of leaking stories about Kathy to the press! Holy shit!

Dorit poorly whispered in Kyle’s ear “You never should’ve said anything” which was incredibly interesting to me.

Sadly, Andy Cohen never asked about this moment at the reunion for some reason… Another failed opportunity to keep all the women accountable for their actions as some seems to be more protected than others. 

Kathy came for Rinna at the reunion!

Someone had been prepping Kathy for this reunion because she brought her A-game. She read Rinna almost like a script coming from the haters on social media, so what she said resignated with a lot of people’s opinion on Rinna.

I personally loved the fact that Kathy asked if Rinna had forgotten that she was agreeing with everything she allegedly said in Aspen! Which makes her whole uncomfortable act at Crystal’s birthday party just that: an act.

As the arrival of Kathy was teased in part 1 and part 2 of the reunion, she was there for a short period during part 3. And once Kyle started crying and feeling sorry for herself, Kathy was done with the whole situation.

For such a short moment at the reunion, Kathy was definitely memorable and, if I’m going to be quite honest, it was kind of iconic. 

If Kathy leaves the show, she quit on top!

#Real Housewives of Beverly Hills #RHOBH #Lisa Rinna #Kathy Hilton #Dorit Kemsley #Sutton Stracke #Erika Girardi #Garcelle Beauvais #Crystal Kung Minkoff #Diana Jenkins #Kyle Richards #Andy Cohen #Fox Force Four #FF4

[papirouge]

The witch hunts was not a Catholic European thing though, and the Inquisition was the first one to stop any sort of witchhunts because they didn't even believe that witchcraft existed. They had an Inquisitor spend months in Navarre after the Zugarraburfi trials (which was in itself an isolated event in a lot of ways) to stop the collective hysteria because the Spanish Inquisition realized that people's claims of witchcraft had been passed over the border with France where witch hunts were a serious issue. The Inquisition stopped one of the trials involving CHILDREN in Switzerland who were going to be executed. It is noted historically hoy the Catholic Church andespecially the Inquisition were rather merciful in regards of their attitude to witches and sorcery (and please, understand merciful in comparison to the actions of others,)

Witch hunts happened in areas where there was religious conflicts especially, like France, Germany and England which is why Italy and Psian saw very few of these and the ones that happened took place in areas very close to the borders with these sort of countries.

Luther was especially very aggressive towards those who were believed to practice dark magic and pressed for the hunts to continue.

Not everything is the fault of Catholics lmo. Have they done their fair share of things? Yeah. But this is not one of them.

Also just to note something, the Church didn't like the Inquisition lmao, because it was outside of their power. The Spanish, that is, not the others established in different countries before that.

No offense anon, but your entire post sounds like a major cope😭

Here's what I said

Maybe my sentence wasn't clear, but I said that the INQUISITION was an "Catholic European thing" - not witch trials. Witch trials were also committed by Protestants (WASP settlers in North America) so it wouldn't make sense to put witch trials on Catholicism alone. The Inquisition was mostly entertained by Europeans but also European colonies in South America.

It's also interesting how you're hyper fixating on witch trials and how the Inquisition dindu nuffing when I actually stated that the Inquisition targetted demographics beyond those suspected of witchcraft.

It's also funny how you say " the Inquisition stopped the witch trials".... without saying WHO started them 💀 sorry but the Inquisition starting to wind down on an oppression IT CREATED doesn't remotely negate the fucked up shit it did.

It's like those thinking they're doing something saying shit like "White people ended slavery🥺" ......yeah after profiting off of it for CENTURIES and realizing owning slaves (that have to be fed, accommodated, could get tired, get sick, etc.) was more expensive than investing in vapor machines. One have to be an absolute idiot to think the abolition of slavery came from benevolence. Interestingly enough, the same brand of folks spouting that nonsense totally understand it when it comes to female liberation (voting, better access to the workplace, etc.) to conveniently send shots to feminism, but will act oblivious when it comes to destroy to Slavery ending Benevolent White Man™ myth 💀

Also I don't understand why you have to drag Luther into this. Luther was a psychotic piece of shit, too - but he was right dragging the papacy for the disgusting farce that it is. The Inquisition was still demonic and full of shit ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. I still think God used Luther to rightfully call out the abuse of the Catholic church It wouldn't be a new thing for God to use extremely flawed people to make His point *Nebuchadnezzar says hi!* and it's lowkey funny how Catholics are still seething about it. Reeeee!!! peasants are now allowed to actually READ the Bible and don't have to PAY their ticket to heaven??!! 😱😱

And let's not even forget how the Catholic church reinforced worshipping in latin (because Catholicism is a European White washed pun intended version of Christianism - it's pretty reminiscent of the Arab supremacism of Islam that compels Muslim to read the Quran in Arabic 💀) which is hysterical because if it was about sticking to tradition they'd rather chose to worship in Aramaic, Hebrew, or even Greek...but noooo, these European scrotes had to center the Bible around themselves instead💀💀

No one is saying everything is the fault of Catholics. But it would be nice of Catholic to gaslight people into thinking how aKtcHualLy they did nothing wrong. The Inquisition oppressing intellectuals and Protestants is a well documented historical fact, anon. Even here in France, one of the most significant event in our History is the Saint Barthelemy when it's estimated 15-30 000 Protestants (Huguenots) were killed in one night. I have many things to say about Protestants who also have their fair share of shittiness and bloodsheding antics but it would be nice for Catholics to take accountability in basic historical facts instead of playing oblivious.

And I know for a fact that the Church (capital C aka the body of Christ) doesn't like the Inquisition because no discerning Christian who has the holy spirit/actually read the Bible does follow the Catholic Church of Rome. And I say this as a former Catholic who got her wake up call by simply reading the Bible and praying to God to show me the truth.

#answered #Christian

[critical-chris]

Avatar: The Way of Water (2022)

AKA Avatar: Wait oh Why is it 3 Hours??

Let me take you back to a simpler time, before reality stars were political figures, a decade before a virus shut down the entire world, and when James Cameron was known for directing Titanic, and sequels debated to be better than their predecessors: 2009

When the first Avatar film was released, I was fairly excited given the massive visual undertaking and filmography of its director beforehand, not to mention the positive reviews pouring in from critic and popcorn movie-goer alike. I was also 15 years old, so my childlike wonder had not yet been diminished by adult life (rent sucks, am I right). However, when I finally saw the film, I was left cold.

The visuals were stunning, don't get me wrong, but I felt no connection to any characters and found the storyline recycled and stale. I would have given the movie about a 6.5/10, and have only revisited it once while it was playing on television since. I wasn't surprised there were multiple sequels greenlit given the profits the first film made, but I didn't think this was a series or universe I cared to spend that much more time in.

When the release date for Avatar: The Way of Water was announced, and subsequently the trailer was released, I knew I'd see it in theaters (which really is a must for a flick like this) but maintained my same disinterest in the continuation of the original's storyline. Then, when the film was finally released, I became surprised at the positive reactions to the plot in addition to the graphics. All of a sudden, I had newfound hope that this sequel could one-up its predecessor and become a new regular in my sci-fi movie rotation.

Now, I have a real distrust and dislike for Disney based on how they treated the new Star Wars movies and series (I do love The Mandolorian, however) and the fact they're buying out every studio and content producer I once loved. Based on that dislike, I decided to wait a handful of weeks to see this movie so as not to give them the satisfaction of the immediate return on their investment in this series. I realize they don't give a shit, and my $0 paid for this viewing in particular due to my AMC Stubs membership is like handing them a crisp $5 bill, but we have to pretend we have principles. I finally got my ticket, grabbed a large popcorn for myself and myself ONLY, and strapped in for a 3 HOUR AND 12 MINUTE adventure.

I will start with the obvious positive about the film. The visuals are absolutely insane. It is stunning, hyper-realistic, and the most seamless CGI film you will ever see to date. I honestly don't know how you could make a computer-generated movie or game that is more lifelike than Avatar: The Way of Water. It reminded me of all those video games you pop in, and see a cutscene that is so above and beyond more true to life than the actual gameplay. This whole film plays like one of those cutscenes but even better.

The Avatars look like they could be standing right in front of you, the water feels like it is going to splash in your face like being near an out of control toddler on a summer day at the water park, and the action makes you squirm out of the way lest you be bitten by a viper shark whale or whatever the hell you want to call that thing that attacks Lo'ak (the middle son, I had to look up his name). There are only a couple spots that you can really tell this planet is not a place you can take a quick spaceship journey to see.

My favorite sequence occurs with about an hour to 45 minutes left in the movie, and stretches until there are about 15 minutes left. The whale hunting scene right into the final battle between Sam Worthington and his sea peeps and clone Quaritch's goons are peak Cameron action set pieces that keep you engaged and fascinated. Awesome, awesome, awesome.

And with that out of the way (of water), let's get to the gripes. (Spoilers Ahead)

Gripe #1: The New Characters

This movie introduces a whole slew of new characters, most of which I felt were rather flat despite the amount of time dedicated to each of them. This includes Sully and Neytiri's children, the whale hunters, the sea people, and a whale. Yes, a whale.

Sully and Neytiri have 4 children: the eldest son Neteyam, the middle child Lo'ak, their youngest daughter Tuk, and their adopted daughter Kiri who it is implied was immaculately conceived by Sigourney Weaver who only reprises her character in flashbacks. However, Weaver also plays the daughter which I found really odd considering she's supposed to be teenage but sounds like a fully mature woman.

There is no real attention payed to Tuk other than the parents constantly tasking the elder children with protecting her. The eldest son is painted as the brave and good kid who is scolded for letting their shithead middle son act like the rebel he is. Other than backing up his siblings among the family and tribe and acting brave, he's given little to do until he catches a stray bullet because they had to kill one character to get an emotional moment in the first climax.

Lo'ak follows the typical middle child storyline of always falling short of proving himself and being misunderstood by everyone around him. He forms a bond with a mutilated outcast whale I refuse to look up the name for that the others berate him for because even the whale is misunderstood. Snore.

The kids from the sea people tribe are all standard tropes as well, the older kid being stubborn and unaccepting until the new kids prove themselves, the middle kid with the Lil Mosey haircut who is stubborn and unaccepting until the new kids prove themselves, and the daughter who likes the middle child and is the only one who understands him and has a crush on him. Snore.

The patriarch and matriarch of the sea people tribe are your standard tribal chief and shaman characters (I'm not sure why they felt they needed to pay Kate Winslet to be in this role because the character doesn't resemble her at all). All of Quaritch's henchmen are standard goons that are picked off one-by-one in the climactic scenes. Jemaine Clement pops up in this movie as a scientist, but is given little to do and gets off really no jokes which begs the question of why Clement was cast.

Gripe #2: The Monkey Boy

I had to dedicate an entire section of this review to the character of Spider... Holy shit, this was PAINFUL to watch. Right off the bat, when I look at this kid all I can think is that the actor portraying him is Tekashi 6ix9ine without the face tattoos. And here are pictures of them both for reference:

There are about 19 examples of him screaming or hissing at Quaritch and his posse of merry men that made me laugh out loud for how unbelievable and frankly ridiculous they were. Whenever he's on the screen I wish he wasn't. The journey they put him on of reluctantly trying to connect with an Avatar clone of the villain from the first movie, and father he never met, feels hollow and seems to only serve as a means for Quaritch 2.0 to survive at the end. After spending 2.5 hours hating his father's clone and everything he does, he rescues him from drowning only to perform another cringeworthy hiss and swim away. Pardon my Na'Vi, but that was just fucking awful.

Gripe #3: The Storyline

The basic plotline of the movie is that the Sky People (humans) return to Pandora and have made an Avatar clone of Stephen Lang's character who is sent to hunt down Sully, who lives peacefully now with Neytiri and their 3 kids. In order to spare the rest of the tribe from potential death, Sully takes his family to the sea people to hide out and learn the ways of the tribe. Wouldn't you know it, the sea people don't accept them at first but through conflict they learn to live and fight together!

SNOOOOOOOOOZE

The amount of time spent on the sea people mocking Sully's family for not being good swimmers or pulling teenage pranks on each other and infighting is a feature length film itself. It is so painfully slow it removes all excitement established at the beginning of the film when Quaritch's team is hunting Sully's family through the forest. The underwater scenes are cool to look at, but great visuals can only keep me distracted for so long until I start getting impatient by the 3rd example of the sea people teens saying 'Oh look how dumb the newbies look doing the thing we're all so good at.'

Then there's Lo'ak's whale friend. The first time Lo'ak is saved and converses with the mutilated deformed whale through half-ass sign language, I went to the bathroom thinking I might miss some plot building but was willing to take the chance anyways. When I got back, there was another scene playing out exactly the same with the same information being told to the audience. For gods sake, GET ON WITH IT. If you're giving me a 3 hour+ movie, all scenes need to have impact individually, I cannot tolerate retreading the same dialogue over and over again. Honestly, they could have removed 45 minutes from this thing at the very least and would not lose a bit of tension, meaningful dialogue, character-building, or world-building they were looking to achieve.

As mentioned, the Spider and Quaritch side plot is so forced and unnatural it only negatively impacts the overall story in my mind. the Sigourney Weaver character clone is strange and never really clicks to me either. And they overdo it with the middle son's whale friend throughout the second half of the film.

They also shoehorn in a plot point around the motive for the whale hunters. Apparently, the little vial of yellow juice they extract from the whale's brains can be used to stop human aging. WHAT? Where was this in the first movie? They state this discovery is one of the sole reasons the humans are setting up shop on Pandora given the monetary value of such a substance, but it is conveniently never mentioned until the 2 hour 30 minute mark of the sequel movie. Good lord guys, way to bury the lead.

This also may seem nit-picky, but this is why you come to Critical Chris for your review. The movie is frankly over-narrated by Sam Worthington. There are a few instances where Worthington's character is telling us what is happening literally while they are showing us everything we would already need to know. "They accepted us into the tribe and their family." Yeah, we fucking know dude, we just watched a whole ritual of them making you swim-people (I refuse to look up the name of the sea folk). Right there is another 5+ minutes you could've chopped off this thing.

Overall, while the movie's visuals are a spectacle that deserve to be seen on the biggest screen possible and in 3D if available, the story is so unbelievably boring and unoriginal that I cannot recommend anything beyond one watch of this grueling marathon of a runtime.

Avatar: The Way of Water - 6.5/10

There’s something to be said about consistency

#avatar #avatar way of water #sam worthington #zoe saldana #stephen lang #james cameron #way of water #pandora #movies #movie review #film review #blogger

[daydreamin-the-starscape]

This is just a rant please ignore because I don’t wanna trauma dump on my friends rn.

I’ve had a shitty fucking financial situation for the better part of a year and I take 100% accountability for the stress it’s put on my relationship.

I spent sometime with my fucked up family just to learn THAT hard lesson, and came back with the intention of job hunting, but the timing was so fucking bad. His parents came for 10 days, we were leaving in two months for two weeks to go to his parents house, and like what fucking job is gonna give me two weeks vacation after working there for two months?

And the weather has been weirdly 100% overcast and I was fighting in the trenches of SAD and developing some agoraphobia and just got crazy anxiety every time I tried to leave the house. I’ve been trying to doordash for grocery money and selling a ton of stuff on depop, but I’ve definitely been not even scraping by.

Either way, I’ve been struggling, but I fucking did it!! I found a job I start January 2nd!! I am so relieved!!(please please god send me the onboarding paperwork I’m starting to get nervous)

Anyways, so l told my BF what I wanted for Christmas, I wanted to keep it cheap and easy so I told him a vegetable chopper($15-$30 on Amazon) so it could be in a price range that I could reciprocate. Cool! He told me he’d order it after Christmas so it wasn’t left on the porch for two weeks, even better!

I wound up selling a ton of my sentimental higher end hobby clothing and ended up with $600. I wanted to get him a really nice gift just as a thank you for supporting us for the past year, so I was thinking season tickets to this league in my city($500 for two) for a sport he is insanely into.

But I wanted to run it by him first because I didn’t want to add further financial strain to our situation by blowing that much money on something “stupid” when I could put it towards more important things around the house that he wanted me to pay for until I got my first check. I would have *totally* spent that money because it was the only reason I pulled out that stash of clothes to sell, but honestly I didn’t want it to be like a slap in the face to everything he’s paid for the last year. I’m trying to be a lot more responsible with money, I don’t want to continue adding onto the shit. I take accountability for my part and I DO WANT TO FIX IT. This was after I accepted a job position btw.

Well I asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said he didn’t want anything(this is before I told him about the depop money). I asked him if he was sure and told him about my potential plan and my depop account balance. He said to save my money and we wouldn’t be exchanging gifts this year, he was just getting me the chopper because he knew I wanted one.

He went on to keep making drunk comments about how he was taking me home for Christmas, but he bought the plane tickets on credit because his parents were giving us $1000 for our gift(which is fucking insane to me I grew up on ebt and foodbanks) and he was gonna use the full amount to pay off the plane tickets on his card.

It didn’t bother me, honestly, I know my broke ass was stressing him out so I was more than happy with this. I was just happy I wasn’t gonna be alone for Christmas like I was last year. He flew home because his parents bought his ticket but I couldn’t afford mine or a cat sitter. I was just upset that he acted like this was his Christmas gift to me? Like he did that, when really his parents are covering it.

What DID bother me was the care and consideration he put into his families gifts and that he couldn’t even think of one cheap thing to get me. He spent a month picking out different patches on eBay for his dad, picking out a shadow box and assembling it and tried to learn photoshop to clear up an image to on a plaque for his mom. He hunted down some pretty awesome 4k steelbook sets for his brother and got a movie shelf to boot.

Since we’ve been at his families house, he’s spent every night buying them more stuff on Amazon to wrap up before the big day. It’s not about how much money he’s spending, it’s 100% his and we have separate finances. it’s just that he’s never went through this much effort to plan a gift for me in three years of dating, it’s always oh send me what you want and I’ll order it.

His dad pointed out his amazon shopping and jokingly asked me what I wanted since my bf is clearly buying and I kept the bit going and said the only thing I want is a vegetable chopper! Well his dad knew how cheap they were and literally ordered me one while we were all sitting there, and my bf was kinda pissed! He was like, what the fuck now what am I supposed to get you, I was supposed to buy that!

I know he loves his family but I’m getting pissy he calls them every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday for like five hours each day. I know we don’t have money to go out and do shit but like can’t we play video games or watch a movie or do anything together? And since we’ve been at his parents house it’s been pretty wierd ngl, he didn’t show me the plaque when it got here, he’s not really talking to me, and like takes every opportunity to run off with various family members. Idk I feel wierd and sensitive. I’ve been stuck on the same spot on the couch working on these cross stitches I’m making his family, but I really like them all and they love my crafting gifts which thankfully are something I can afford rn.

And idk I’m getting tired and I need to force myself to sleep but fuck man, I’m just upset that he couldn’t try to think of anything on his own for me.

#when I get back I’m not getting him anything for Christmas because his dad got me the chopper lmao #and I’m gonna save part of my checks to take us out to dinner once a week and if he tells me he doesn’t want to go I’m gonna go by myself

[pawjamas]

I keep meaning to start journaling/keeping a physical diary again. Instead I also just spill shit on my tumblr. Literally do not know how I still have followers I must be so annoying except that I’m like a goddamn soap opera at this point. I did keep a journal around 6th grade that I called a “diurnal” I guess but I never actually wrote out that word (of course diurnal is in fact a real word outside of smashing the words “diary” and “journal” together). I drew comics from my life. My friends left notes and it. It was an open book that any of my friends were allowed to read. I wrote out my feelings. Imaginations. Things that happened to me and things that bothered me and hopes and dreams and all the things a 6th grade girl’s journal should be. I wrote to my older self. I always said I would come back and read it. When I was 16. When I was 18. When I was 20. I’m 22 now. I haven’t touched it except to pack it up to move from house to house. I find that I have enough of my own troubles now I don’t need 11-13 year old me’s troubles, even though retrospectively those were the best years of my life. I hope some day I’m mentally in a place I can go back and relive that time. But I haven’t been there yet. I’m working on getting there. I feel like every time I pull myself back up on my feet I get knocked down again. The past 8 months have been more of a rollarcoaster than I’ve had in years. So much I thought I was sure of was just uprooted for me. Through a lot of this I’ve been on the hunt for more suitable stuffed animals because I’ve decided that if my life is going to be hell despite the best I make of it (and I really do make the best of it I’m also very much loving my best life through all of the shit that the universe is throwing at me). Went to the beach today. Sat in the sun. Listened to good music. Collected shells. Went shopping. Things I do quite often. Things that make me feel good. Should probably go back to journaling which makes me feel good or at least less like crap where this all started but basically I just meant to check in and be like hey I also used to journal lol and I bought some stuffed animals today but yeah that got away from me. This is embarrassing. Whoops. (You can still post it it’s fine /gen)

-Silver

i adore reading others' ramblings about life, so it was truly a treat to read all of this. while packing all my things for the move (of which still hasn't happened however a majority of all my life's treasured belongings are in boxes in storage now) i ran across my old journal i kept during childhood. it's HUGE like a massively long big journal with so many memories packed into it. though i mostly wrote daily happenings in it i also made sure to tape and paste memorabilia from what happened that day - movie tickets, stuffed animal tags from new plushies i'd get, i'd paste in drawings from sketchbooks or note paper i especially liked. photos, restaurant menus i kept as a kid (old kids menus lol), leaves and flowers from adventures outside. i also want to revisit that journal someday, i want to re-read the nice memories i made during that time period. i also hesitate as well though, i'm likely going to wait until i'm ready as well.

the best you can do with the current life your living, the one that's so much more complex and different than the years recorded in your journal of 6th grade, is do as you described and make the best of each passing day - i'm glad you can still love it despite the horrible turns it may take, the many struggles, and ups and downs you're dealing with are still all worth the warmth of the sun on your skin, the sound of the ocean crashing beside you, and collecting new stuffed animal friends. over and over i've had to rediscover there really are simple pleasures to life worth staying here for, a lot of things i neglect to notice when things seem to take another bad turn. but i hope you continue to enjoy these things, and i wish you good luck if you decide to start journaling again. ❣️

#letters 💌 #silver ♡

[swamp-wretch]

Dress for the apocalypse you want, not the one you have.....

#covidー19 #covid2020 #apocalypse #swamp wretch #swamp witch #Post apocalyptic fashion #The hunt for shit tickets continues

[steveyockey]

do you think that -- if they WERE planning to do gay angel press initially -- part of the reason they didn't might have been the (reactionary) bury your gays backlash from fans and non-fans? in which case. twitter rly does ruin everything. :/

I’m not tied to this but here’s a hypothetical to work through that at least provides a theory on the lack of gay angel press (probably not very different from any other theory on this website but just writing it out for continuity),

okay. pre-pandemic. the arc of the final few episodes seems to have been set and 15.18 was the last piece, pending jensen’s approval. roadhouse heaven ending was a go — presumably featuring a cas cameo among other various and sundry friends. approving 15.18 introduces a problem by way of the fact that cas has just confessed his undying love for dean and there’s an expected response. but it’s fine! you don’t actually need that, you’ve been baiting fans for a decade, you can work your magic one more time with a lil wink and nudge and never have to deal with that again. ambiguous “to each his own” ending, you talk up the gay angel on one side and the bronly-ness of the last hunt on the other; everyone walks away happy. you have successfully threaded the needle of finishing off a twelve year queerbait without “caving to the fans,” high fives all around.

15.18 gets filmed. the angel is gay gay. the footage is. we don’t know what the footage looks like. there could be anything. maybe there’s a kiss with tongue. ends up not really mattering because the pandemic happens and they have to stop shooting and stop airing. no idea how much changes in 15.19 (clearly SOME stuff considering we know the folks who got chuck snapped in the silo were supposed to be shown back in the flesh and that got cut). 15.20 has to change — so roadhouse heaven becomes three person heaven (plus the cast and crew, who were already on set so no, this is not proof they could have brought a crowd of actors anyway, it’s just. weird. I don’t like this decision. strikes me as authoritative like WE told the story not YOU. anyway). putting cas in three person heaven makes winking and nudging a lot harder to do and would make the absence of an actual substantive response to the confession uhhhh very obvious. so you have to cut cas. and then maybe you have to cut other references to cas in 15.19, maybe you cut some emotionality from dean’s side in 15.18, maybe you straight up insert the moment in 15.20 where dean tells sam to stop being an eeyore about cas’s death! we don’t know how much was changed, but there was at least the opportunity at this point to dull dean’s response to the whole thing so the absence of cas in heaven is more palatable. it’s the bronly ending, but you already gave the audience the gay angel. and the gay angel is alive and building heaven with his son! no more cashing in on the queerbait but still cashing in on canon gay.

it’s november 5th. 15.18 airs. it trends higher than the biggest election “of our lives.” holy shit! gay angel! but of course the issue is the people responding aren’t the people who have been watching the show. they don’t have context for what’s going on and “turbohell” catches on. fuck. did you kill the gay angel? of course not, he’s in heaven with his son! lisa berry can post her goodbye instagram to her character because obviously billie’s dead, she’s the villain. she’s not expected to come back. but cas is... cas is different. and he’s not dead and you won’t be taking any questions on this until we get to the end, when everyone can settle down. so you have your actors gush about the episode, you leave everyone on pins and needles so they’ll come back for two more, and then! well. 15.20. cas is “alive” technically. dean is dead, as you always planned. some people are happy, some people are middling, and some people are fucking pissed at you because apparently by not outright killing off the gay angel you promised them the gay angel was coming back. any clarification you would offer here would unspool your entire plan — gay angel on one side, brothers on the other. erasing cas isn’t the same as killing him, but you can’t say that (though misha basically did in response to the rogue translator shenanigans). killing dean wasn’t even supposed to be about cas, but now everything is about cas. you took him out of the story completely and he’s still managed to take over. and all you can say is, well, it’s always been a story about brothers.

this obviously doesn’t account for everything, such as what the fuck was uriel’s actor doing? why the fuck did the show actually give us the instructions for how to get someone out of the empty and not do it? and there’s an infinite number of things that could have happened that I would simply never guess not knowing specific onset dynamics and money decisions. whatever happened that caused this clusterfuck really does suck for everyone in that writers room who was on team gay angel because, as I have said in the past, 15.18 only works due to at least four years, if not seven or more, of consciously writing the angel as gay. I hope bobo and yockey and even misha feel personal satisfaction at a job well done, but god if a single fucking interview could at least let us indulge in the victory with them. anyway, all of this is to say, yes I do think the bury-your-gays of it all definitely plays into it (and I would say, again, linking this to it chapter 2, it’s significant muschietti and co decided to make richie gay over eddie; people who haven’t read the book might not know that eddie like. literally drinks mineral water. in the 80s. he wears gucci loafers. he marries a carbon copy of his mother. stephen king would never admit to writing a gay man but that was a gay man. but eddie dies! eddie always dies. so they had some good sense in giving the gay story to the one who lives and leaving the dead one holding all the coding). and I definitely think randos on twitter making fun of the confession did not help matters. but I also think the decision to pull press cannot be extricated from the rubble of the last two episodes and everything they promised but never delivered. literally a single second of cas in the finale would have been their golden ticket! that’s far more than what jj did for star wars! but they got played at their own game by, of all things, an international pandemic. somehow a very supernatural ending after all.

#anon #answered #did I answer the question? you decide! #spn

[michiieewrites]

THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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[canesshi]

the bounty | western au

pairing: outlaw!Jungkook x bountyhunter!reader (f)

genre: angst, smut, enemies to ???

plot: There's a fivethousand dollar bounty on Jeon Jungkook's head and you are after it. A few unplanned events lead to the two of you trapped in a canyon and you learn that maybe, after all, he isn't as bad as he seems.

warnings: swearing, guns, blood, fighting, alcohol, SMUT, unprotected sex (because this is fiction! be safe irl), grinding, passionate sex, handjob, creampie, mentioned sexism, lmk if there is more

Standing in front of the wooden board, you ripped the piece of paper off the rusty nail that had been used to attach it to the wood. 'Wanted - dead or alive' it said in red stamped letters, the text framing the sketch of Jeon Jungkook's face.

"You finally wanna try again?"

Your gaze shot up to Jin, the sheriff, who leaned against the wooden wall of his sheriff's office. The golden star on his chest was as shiny as it could be; he cleaned it regularly, it was never dirty.

"They put a new price on his head, after all. Might as well try again. Fivethousand dollars are enough to retire.", you chuckled and looked back to the paper in your hands.

Jeon Jungkook.

The name was not unfamiliar. His face was plastered on every wall even in small towns, the law desperate to finally catch him. He was one of America's most wanted outlaws and since he had left his former gang he raged through the country like a hurricane; stealing, drinking, fighting, shooting, cheating, murdering, robbing. He had steadily increased the price on his head with every crime he commited and every bounty hunter had at one point been after him. The money was promising and experienced bounty hunters tended to underestimate his skills because of his age. He was fairly young for being such a successful outlaw, all on his own. Along with a few other criminals he was considered a 'legendary bounty'. Bounty hunters who could turn in such a bounty were well respected and feared amongst their peers, and the reward money was a nice addition. But Jeon Jungkook outsmarted and outshot all of them. Most of the hunters were dead or had given up.

You were after him once, too. It was when he was still with his old gang. They had been in a gang fight with another gang and were vunerable, the timing was perfect. But as you almost had him, he slipped through your fingers, jumping off the bridge and landing in the shallow waters. You had thought he had died but never found his corpse, only to read in a newspaper a few days later that he and his gang had robbed a stagecoach near a big city. Since then, his bounty had more than tripled. And if you were being honest, you were quite impressed. But now that you had had time to prepare and train, you were convinced you had a chance at catching him. Maybe you were being too optimistic and too full of yourself, but how would you ever find out if you didn't try?

"Are you sure it's a good idea? He does not hesitate to kill bounty hunters and he surely learned a few new things too. That kid is too skilled for his own good.", Jin wore a worried expression. The two of you had become something similar to friends over the past months since you usually collected the bounties in this tiny town because there was less competition this far away from the big city. "At least catch all the easier targets first so you are not leaving us behind with a bunch of criminals roaming the streets."

"Jin, you're the sheriff. You can handle an outlaw or two."

"But you do it so well. Also, who would we spend the tax money on? If there was no bounty money to pay, we would surely be rich in a few months, we can't have that!", he joked, fake worry in his voice. Then, he got serious again, stepping closer to you, taking the poster from your hands and inspecting it. "Be careful. I mean it. He is dangerous and I would feel lonely here without you bringing trouble into this small town."

"I'll be back, don't worry.", you nodded at him, smiling reassuringly but he didn't seem convinced.

"When will you leave? Where is he right now?"

"I'll pack my things and be off. There has been news he was sighted near Blackwater last. I'll be starting my search there.", you untied your horse from the post, stuffing the poster Jin had given you back into your bag. You mounted the animal, tipped your hat to Jin who smiled at you worriedly but nodded back and urged the animal under you forwards.

The ride to Blackwater had taken one and a half days. You had made camp outside of Armadillo to rest before you began your hunt. You needed all the energy you could possibly get, so a good night's rest was indispencable.

You woke up early, the sun had barely risen above the horizon. The weak sun warmed your chilled skin as you kicked dirt into the still glowing embers of your dying campfire. The air was fresh and you felt confident; you'd find him today and he wouldn't glide through your fingers again.

Spurring your horse on, you watched as the city in the distance grew closer with each stride your horse took. You slowed the animal down once you reached the cobbled street, looking into the dark alleyways, suspicious looking individuals meeting your gaze and snarling. They recognized bounty hunters when they saw them. But you were not here because of them. No, you were after someone way more valuable.

Stopping next to the sheriffs office, you tied your horse to the post outside and stepped into the office, your spurs clinking with every step. You halted in front of the main desk, the sheriff and his deputy looking you up and down.

"I'm after Jeon Jungkook.", you said, slapping his bounty poster onto the table. "I was told he was seen here recently, any idea where he was headed?"

The sheriff and deputy sent each other a look before the older gentleman breathed in deeply. "It is true. He was here recently, caused a bar fight and left once everyone was fighting, then, robbed the general store while everyone was occupied. Shot a few fellars on his way out of town." The sheriff took the paper, looked at Jungkook's picture before scoffing and letting the piece of paper fall back onto the table. "No offence, but you won't be able to turn him in. The best bounty hunters have been after him and ended up dying or giving up. I don't mean any harm when I say this but... maybe you bit off more than you can chew. He's not your everyday thief." You wanted to scoff and list all the outlaws you had turned in before but you knew better than to let yourself be agigated by his words.

"Whether or not I can handle him is my business. You want him caught or not? I just need all the information you got, the rest is not your problem.", you said calmy, one hand resting on your hip.

The sheriff hesitated for a bit before opening one of the drawers in the desk and pulling out a map. He flattened it out on the table and turned it so you could see well.

"We think he headed south into the canyons to lay low for a while. There have been no reports of him in other cities so he probably is still there. He might not be alone, we don't know for sure. Riding out there is a ticket straight to hell, ma'am."

You didn't wait for him to finish. You just tipped your head as a way of thanking him before turning your back and exiting the building. Not a minute longer was wasted in the town. You urged your horse to a gallop down the dusty road.

It was noon when you reached the canyons. The sun was beating down onto you and you were thankful for your hat that was providing enough shadow for your face to be safe from the scorching sunlight.

You stopped your horse on a ledge that hung over the valley of the canyons. Then in the distance you spotted a trail of smoke rising into the sky. A camp.

You shouldered your rifle before urging your horse on. The walls of the canyon were so high they were intimidating. The trails you rode through were narrow and once or twice your stirrup scraped against the dusty orange stone. You couldn't see much of the sky, so you weren't sure if you were even riding in the right direction.

You were as quiet as you possibly could, but each little clinking or thudding echoed through the canyon. You decided that it was best to leave your horse behind and continue on foot. It was quieter and you could escape more easily if you had to.

You dismounted on a wider spot, the stone walls further away from you and making you feel less claustophobic. You grabbed a few more bullets from your saddlebag along with your bag in case you needed water or were injured.

Patting your horse's neck one last time and hoping you would be able to return to it, you continued through the canyon, your steps still echoing but a lot quieter than your horse's hooves had been.

When you smelled burnt wood you stuck close to the stone walls, making sure to peek before charging the open area. You peeked into the camp but there was no sign of a human being. You carefully walked into the camp, watching as the fire was still burning. Someone had been here not too long ago. You looked around and noticed bags and a bedroll on the ground. Someone had definitely been here shortly before you, and they would probably be returning soon. You kneeled down to open one of the bags when suddenly a gunshot rang through the canyon, the bullet missing you by an inch.

You immediately sprung into action, ducking behind a wooden crate and firing a few shots into the direction the bullet had come from. It had been a revolver bullet so the attacker was close to you, had probably sneaked up behind you.

It was silent for a while before a bullet hit the crate, sending splinters flying. Shit, you needed a safer cover. But there was nothing here. The attacker was just waiting for you to move, you knew it. You needed a plan.

You pulled your waterskin from your bag and opened it up. If you could throw it into the fire, there would be enough steam for you to move to a safer position, right? You peeked around the crate and immideately a bullet hit the edge of the crate, close to your face.

Shit, if you moved your arm from the cover they would probably shoot it clean off. You were trapped and if your attacker decided he had waited long enough, he could just start blasting the crate to kill you. You looked through your bag only finding a few things that didn't help you out now. Unless...

You fished for the red neckerchief and threw it next to the crate, careful to not reveal your hands or arms. Instantly a few shots were fired, hitting the neckerchief until it was in shreds. That's when you heard the familiar click of a gun being reloaded. You didn't waste a second and threw the waterskin into the flames, successfully creating thick puffs of steam that blocked your attacker's view.

You quickly moved into a crevice in the stonewall, barely wide enough to fit your body but at least safer than the wooden crate. Bullets were fired at you, but you had been faster, and they had no clear view. Once the steam disappeared, you watched carefully. The attacker didn't know where you were, and you watched as the broad figure move from behind the canyon wall to a boulder a little closer to you. You acted instantly, shooting a few bullets with your revolver, even though your heart skipped a beat. You had only seen him shortly but you knew his figure.

You had found him. Jeon Jungkook.

You heard a low hiss so you must've gotten him somewhere. You wanted to squeal in victory when he propped himself up on the boulder and fired a few rounds of bullets. The stone wall held off each bullet but little pieces of stone splintered off the surface and created thick dust which stung in your eyes. But instead of cowering away you took the rifle from your back, aimed at the figures head and placed your hand on the trigger. He wasn't careful enough. You could kill him right then and there, but your ego got the better of you. If you'd bring him in alive, he would be worth a lot more and you wanted to see the look of defeat on his face when you bound his wrists and turned him into the sheriff's office as they placed him behind bars.

So instead of his head you aimed at his gun and pulled the trigger, successfully blasting it out of his hand. He ducked as soon as the shot was fired but he wasn't fast enough. It was silent after that, no shots from him as you waited for his next move.

"That's it. You've got me."

You perked up at his smooth voice. He sounded like he was amused.

"You can kill me.", he said, slowly raising from behind the boulder. His hands were in the air to show you he was unarmed.

"But you'd miss out on a lot of money. They want to see me hang, they'd pay a lot to see that. If I'm dead though... there won't be much of a hanging going on. They will be disappointed. Less money."

"You think I'm stupid enough to fall for your trap, Jeon?", you hissed, rifle trained on his head, ready to shoot if you needed to. You moved away from your cover slowly, showing him you had the upper hand now.

"Well, seeing how you only shot my gun and not my head, I assume you are either a terrible, terrible shot or you are after a great deal of money.", he wore a smug smile on his face but you didn't miss the droplets of sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. That's when you saw the trail of blood on his side. That's where you had gotten him earlier, you thought to yourself.

"But since I know you can shoot well, I know it's the latter. Last time we met, you almost had me, and now you finally finished what you started."

You felt uneasy. He remembered you? How in the hell, would he remember you when he had to deal with countless of bounty hunters almost every day? What made you special enough for him to remember?

Maybe this was a trick, you thought. He was riling you up on purpose.

You had only been distracted for half a second when suddenly you were hit in the head by a hard item. You stumbled back, the rifle falling from your hands as you clutches your now bleeding forehead.

That fucker had thrown his gun!

He charged at you while you were occupied and pressed you to the ground beneath him. He pulled a knife out of his boot and moved to plunge it into your chest but you kneed him into his back, making him topple over you so you could roll out beneath him, an elbow to his back. He grunted as he spun around, slicing the knife through the air, missing your arm by an inch.

"You have gotten better.", he snickered through gritted teeth.

"So have you.", you answered, grabbing a hand full of dust and throwing it into his face. He clawed at his eyes as you finally distanced yourself from him again. You grabbed your revolver from your gunbelt and pointed it at him, ready to shoot when he suddenly pulled on the neckerchief you were standing on, making you topple over as your feet lost their footing. Before he could reach you though, you were back on your feet, your gun nowhere to be found. Shit.

A cut into your arm made you cry out sharply. The cut wasn't too deep but it began bleeding quickly. "You son of a bitch!"

You grabbed his wrist before he could bring down the blade again. Your nails dug into his dirtied skin, making him grit his teeth. He was stronger than you, but you took advantage of the situation when you kneed him into the stomach. He huffed loudly and the knife fell from his hand. You caught it and chucked it far away. "You have a lot of nerves coming here!", he sneered and grabbed your neck, pushing you down. You moved your head quickly, biting down on his bleeding hand, tasting the iron on your tongue.

That's when you decided to take off. If you made it to your horse in time, you could get another gun or flee. But you were so disoriented, you didn't know which way you had come from. Jungkook recovered behind you, so you decided to just run, no matter what direction.

You ran as fast as you could but your could hear his fast footsteps behind you, catching up with you.

You scrambled up a canyon wall that had been carved into a stair-like formation by the waters a few million years ago. Jungkook followed you without a problem. His stamina was way better than yours.

Once you were on top of the stone platform and you could overlook the maze like crevices, Jungkook caught up to you.

The two of you were standing in front of each other. Chests heaving.

"This ends here. One of us is going to die. And if I think about it, It might as well be you."

He lurched forward grabbing your body and pressing you into the ground. He raised a fist, wanting to knock you out but you moved your head to the side, his fist meeting the stone beneath you. You tried pushing him off of you and ended up changing positions with him, straddling him, before he tried pushing you down again.

But as he grabbed your hips, pushing you off of his stomach, your back didn't meet the hard ground. It was met with breezy nothingness as your body slipped off the edge. His body was inevitable pulled down with yours, your hands clamped down on his shirt. Your mouth was open in a scream as you fell but no noises came out.

It felt like you were falling for hours, hands still clinging onto Jungkook's larger frame.

Hitting the ground was painless and everything went black not even a second later.

Your eyes peeled open slowly. There was dust, dried blood, sweat and tears. You could barely see.

Your nose was running and you didn't kow if it was tears or blood.

How in god's name were you alive? Were you even alive?

You carefully moved your arms under you, pushing yourself up from the ground. Your head was throbbing painfully and little stones dug into your palms as you looked around.

Jungkook's body laid a few feet away, head slumped against his chest as he sat up against the canyon wall. He had probably woken up and moved to sit up against it before falling unconscious again.

You groaned as you pushed yourself to your feet, moving over to his body. You gently pushed against his legs with your boot, trying to wake him... or check if he was still alive. He looked horrible. Clothes ragged and dusty all over. His once jet black hair was matted and coated with brownish dust. You probably didn't look any better.

You kicked him again, a little harsher this time and a low groan escaped his throat as he lifted his head slightly. He struggled to open his eyes, the sun blinding him as he looked up at you.

"I was hoping you had died.", he rasped.

"Well, it seems like we're both still alive."

"Not for much longer.", he scoffed bitterly. That's when you took in your surroundings for the first time. The two of you were trapped inside a crevice in the canyon, barely wide enough for a whole body to lay flat, it was a few metres long in length. The more devastating part was that there was no exit or way up. The two of you were trapped down here. "Shit.", you murmored.

"If you still want to kill me, do it now. At least I won't have to starve to death.", he said, gasping as he sat up straighter against the stone wall.

"No-... There has to be a way out. We could-... climb up?"

"And how are you going to do that? The stone is too smooth, there are no ledges to grip onto. And even if you did make it up a few metres, if you fell, you'd only injure yourself more."

"Oh, so you just want to give up and die?", you scoffed.

"Unless you have a realistic escape plan, then yes, that's the only thing left for us to do."

You felt your head throb again painfully. You should have listened to Jin. This had been a dumb idea. Anyone smarter than you would've just given up after escaping with your life last time but no- you just had to try it again. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Ah- fuck-" Your gaze dropped to Jungkook whose face was scrunched up in pain as he moved slightly. A hand was pressed to his side where you had shot him earlier. You didn't know how bad the wound was but it couldn't have been too deep considering he was still alive and not bleeding out. "I can't believe you really got me. I was slacking."

How he felt the need to talk to you was beyond you. You were his enemy but still - he was talking to you like you were an old aquaintance. You wanted to feel hatred towards him but it seemed like every bit of anger had left you. There was no point in fighting anyway - you'd both die down here.

"Let me see.", you forced out, kneeling down next to the man and trying to move his hand away from the injury. He didn't stop you but he seemed taken aback, eyes glued to yours as you pulled the button up shirt from his pants, careful to not irritate the wound too much. Once you had clear view of the gash, you inspected it. The bullet had only grazed him but it still left a decent gash on his side, skin ripped with ragged edges. It would take some time to heal and would probably leave a nasty scar, but what did it matter anyway? Neither of you would be alive then. How much you wished for one of those new devices you had read about in the newspaper - a telephone? Was that what they were called?

You went to grab something from your bag but it was no longer laying against you hip. Had it ripped off while fighting Jungkook? You looked around and saw the brown bag lying a few metres away. Thank god! Your bag was your ticket for living at least a few days longer. Dried meat and a small emergency flask of water could grant you enough time to think about all the times you had fucked up in your life or what desicions led you to be trapped here. Great.

You stood up to grab it and Jungkook followed your figure with curious eyes. He looked younger now that you really took him in. A boyish gleam in his eyes, though matted because of the circumstances. He was definitely not ugly either. If he had chosen a different life, you might have even bedded him.

What nonsense. You couldn't change a thing about the past and that was that. Thinking of all the possibilities if things had been different was wasted time.

You returned to Jungkooks side, fishing for a herb from the inside of your bag. You stuck it in your mouth, chewing it up into a paste before spitting it onto your fingers. "I know I'll die anyway but I'd appreciate it if you didn't give me an infection."

You just rolled your eyes as you applied the paste to the wound making him hiss slightly. You needed something to bandage the wound with but your neckerchief had been left behind at Jungkook's camp and was ripped apart anyway. You noticed that he was wearing one around his neck and went to untie it, hands combing through his slightly long black hair to get the knot loose. You didn't realize how close you were to him until you felt his warm breath on your own face. His eyes were locked to yours as he searched for something in them. Your brows furrowed and you quickly pulled back, unfolding the neckerchief and roling it into a bandage to tie around his waist. The fabric was barely long enough to actually be tied together but you managed, even though you must have hurt hime quite a bit in the process.

"Didn't take you to be such a whiny boy.", you said jokingly.

He didn't answer, only inspecting the bandage around his middle. You opened up the waterskin and poured it over his face earning a displeased grunt from Jungkook. You wiped the dirt, grime and blood from his face with your hands. "I could have done that myself, you know?" You poured a little water into your hands, cleaning your own face, being careful to only use as little water as possible.

"Why are you bandaging me up? Afraid you'll go to hell if you don't start doing nice things now?", he asked after some time, hairs falling into his eyes as he rested his head against the stone wall behind him. You had decided to sit opposite of him, sitting cross legged.

The truth was, you didn't even know the answer to his question. Why did you treat his wound? It was pointless anyway.

"Well, I guess in the face of death, people start to act strangely.", you answered, head turned away from him. Jungkook chuckled and licked his dry lips, throat feeling uncomfortably dry too.

"A shame that it has to end like this.", he then said,"I was wishing to escape you one more time. Bruising your ego a bit, you know?" He was laughing to himself, swallowing the bit of saliva his body could muster up.

"It looked more like you were trying to get me to meet my maker.", you answered, looking over to him, your lips curved slightly upwards now.

"You were better than I anticipated and I was taken aback. Didn't want to die, to be honest. You left me no choice."

You scoffed, the smile now wiped off your face. "Yeah right. You had the choice to not be a fucking outlaw in the first place!"

"Did I really?", he spat sourly.

You went silent then, watching as his brows furrowed.

"I had noone when I was younger. Should I have moped around the streets looking through the trashcans for food like the other street kids?" You knew who Jungkook was talking about. Homeless children were no rare scene, especially in big cities like Saint Denise. There was no furture for them outside of crime and gangs.

"When Namjoon found me, I was at the brink of starvation. He took me in and taught me everything I know about guns, horses and money. I truly did not have a choice if I wanted to survive."

He swallowed thickly before continuing.

"Besides, Namjoon always taught me how fucked up this so called society is. We just wanted to be free, to not be bound by laws and power-hungry people. Can you really blame us for that? Politicians and lawmen are not any different from us outlaws, they just have a badge that excuses every crime they commit against minorities."

"That's no excuse for the things you did. I am not here to try to make you regret your past but killing innocent folk is not any better than they are."

"We never intended to kill innocent people. I won't lie and say I have never killed anyone innocent but that was never our goal. We were just after the rich and powerful men. It doesn't matter now anyway. I left the gang a long while ago."

You didn't say anything after that, head resting back against the warm stone and watching as the sky slowly turned different shades of orange, red and pink.

You rumaged through your bag before feeling the cool glass against your fingers and pulling the whiskey bottle out. Jungkook looked amused as you took a big swig, handing it to him afterwards. He took the bottle gratefully and took a few big swigs, face scrunching up in distaste but continuing to down the liquid. When the bottle left his lips they were coated in the smooth liquid, glistening in the golden sunlight. He looked pretty. And that wasn't the booze talking... not yet at least.

"What about you? You had to listen to me whining about my shitty childhood, and now I'll listen to your tragic story."

"What makes you think I had a tragic childhood?", you teased, taking the whiskey from him and nipping at the bottle.

"Oh, please!", he huffed, "You are a bounty hunter and you want to tell me that you had a nice childhood? I have heard way better lies than that." You laughed at that, passing the bottle back to him.

"Well, my story is not as dark and dramatic as yours. I just wanted to catch bad guys and get decent money for it. They don't allow women to join the lawmen and even if they did, I guess we have one thing in common; I don't want to have anything to do with those people. I know their system is corrupt, only made to fit rich white men."

Jungkook seemed surprised. You were on different sides, you were supposed to represent the law and everything Jungkook hated but you were agreeing with him? He barely knew anyone that wasn't an outlaw or a beggar that thought like this.

He clutched the bottle tighter and nipped at it again, letting the liquid burn his throat. Maybe, just maybe, if things were different, if you two were to get out of here, you could start again? Get to know each other as people and not as enemies. It was foolish to think of anything in the future, seeing how you were doomed down here, but he wanted to know you. You were pretty, he wasn't blind. If the circumstances had been different he would have loved to bed you.

He shook his head, squeezing one hand into his pocket and pulling out a tiny photograph. You scooted closer until you were sitting next to him, taking the whiskey bottle that was almost empty now. It hadn't been full before, but still.

"This was the gang.", Jungkook explained, passing the photo to you. You looked at the faces, all smiling at the camera. You spotted Jungkook in the middle next to a tall man who had proudly swung an arm over his shoulder. If you didn't know any better you would have assumed that this was just a group of friends getting their picture taken. "That's namjoon, right?", you said and pointed to the tall male. Jungkook nodded, smiling widely. "And that's Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok and Soekjin." You laughed as you spotted Jin, a wide smile on his lips as he stood on the other side of Jungkook.

Wait a damn minute... wait. a. minute.

"Jin??", you gasped and Jungkook looked at you questioningly. "How is Jin in this picture? He- He's a good friend of mine and he's also a sheriff!"

"Oh, so that's where he went.", Jungkook mumbled to himself but you heard him loud and clear. You waited for him to explain.

"Jin was part of our gang but he mostly just tried to get the law off our back. He taught me a lot about who I am. Unfortunately, he left the gang one year before I did. Said he couldn't identify himself with the gang anymore... with what we had become. It's true, we were more ghosts than people by the end. I'm no saint - I know that - but I guess I never truly knew how much of a lowlife I was until Jin left. He was partly the reason I left a year later. How is he doing? How do you know him?"

"Well, I'd say he's pretty well. He is the sheriff after all, that gets you some decent money. I turned a lot of the targets in that he hung up on the bounty wall. We started chatting and then went out drinking sometimes."

"Oh, so you two are-...?", Jungkook gestured with his hands, trying to bring across his point without actually saying anything, hoping you got what he was trying to ask.

"No! God, no!", you laughed and Jungkook perked up at the pleasant sound. "Just friends. Collegues of sorts. But now it makes a lot of sense why he was trying to convince me to not go after you. He also took down your poster a few times. He always said it was because you were too damgerous and he wanted to protect reckless bounty hunters." You laughed. Imagining Jin in a gang of outlaws, hah! You would have to squeeze some details out of him!

Your face fell instantly. You couldn't. Because you wouldn't see him again. Maybe, just maybe Jin would come to look for you in a few days and find your rotting corpse in this hell hole. You chuckled bitterly to yourself.

"How much is it now?", Jungkook asked.

You took the bounty poster out of the bag and handed it to him. It was a little ragged now but still readable.

"Wow that's a new record. At least they didn't fuck up my face again with an ugly sketch." You smiled again as you watched him read his poster. "I'm sorry that you won't be getting the money now. But at least you managed to eliminate another bad guy. You'll surely be a hero then, right? People only idolize the dead. Like painters, you know? Maybe they'll write a campfire song about the bounty huntress that killed an outlaw by starving both herself and him to death in a canyon." You laughed and slapped his stomach lightly, already having forgotten about his wound. He hissed and moved away from the touch and you panicked. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry, I forgot!"

"It's fine.", he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Wait let me see if I disturbed the wound."

You pulled up his shirt, only now noticing the hard muscles that adorned his abdomen. You tried to lift the bandage but the shirt kept falling over your hands. "Take this shit, it's annoying!", you said impatiently. Instead of just holding the shirt up though, he pulled it off over his head, exposing his upper body. You didn't mean to stare but his body was carved by the gods themselves. You tore your gaze away from him and back to the wound. It seemed to be okay, no fresh blood or other substances leaking from it. "Okay, I think everything is fine."

"So you had me remove my shirt for your own entertainment, or-..."

You felt your cheeks getting warm as he teased you, holding your gaze.

"You-! You were the one to remove it! I told you to hold it up!"

"Well you did seem to enjoy it though."

You grabbed the shirt that was laying in his lap and threw it into his face, earning a low chuckle. He grabbed your arm and pulled you next to him again, taking the whiskey and downing the rest of it before turning his head to you. You looked up at his eyes, your own eyes flickering to his lips every so often. They looked plush and pink now, so kissable. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding your senses.

You went to turn away but Jungkook took your chin carefully, angling your face up so you had to look at him before placing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.

You were surprised, shocked even, but you didn't pull away. His kiss was intoxicating and he tasted to good even though there was a hint of whiskey still on his lips.

He pulled back a few seconds later, looking for something in your eyes. "If your bounty hunter friends saw you right now what would they say?", he teased, voice barely a whisper.

"I think they would grant me one last nice thing before I die.", you whispered back, leaning back into Jungkook and capturing his lips in a more heated kiss. His tongue slid against your mouth and you opened it instantly, letting his greedy tongue explore your wet mouth. You moaned as Jungkook grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap so he didn't have to crane his neck to the side. You fit into his lap like you belonged there, like you were meant to sit there at all times.

What on earth were you doing?

But did it matter? If you were to die soon, you'd at least be able to boast to the demons of hell that you had fucked Jeon Jungkook.

You ground yourself into his lap and he moaned, almost desperately, as your crotch prerssed against his growing hardness. You felt blood rush to your middle, throbbing in need, at the feeling of his hardening member. He pawed at your shirt, pulling it from your pants and pulling it off your body swiftly. His lips found your neck and colarbones in an instant and didn't miss the opportunity to mark you. He was sucking and biting your skin as you threw your head back, hands tangled into the long curly strands in the back of his head. You kept grinding into his crotch, wanting to hear him moan and hiss.

"Fuck-... If you keep going at it like that, I'll cum in my pants."

"We better get them off then.", you answered, feeling for the buttons and popping them open one after the other. You palmed his hardness through his pants before trying to slide them down further, which wasn't possible due to him sitting on the ground. Instead, Jungkook grabbed his shirt that was by his side, threw it on the ground behind you and gently lowered your back onto it, making sure to not hurt you. Once he was towering over you, you slid his pants down further along with his underwear, grabbing the throbbing and hot member. The skin was silky smooth and precum was already leaking from the red tip. You spat into your hand to make the glide easier and started stroking him. Jungkook dropped his head to your shoulder, groaning as you jerked him off with your soft hands. It had been some time since Jungkook had actually been with someone, so he was trying his hardest to not cum right then and there.

He occupied himself with releasing your breasts from your breastband, simply ripping it open, not patient enough to unravel it slowly. His mouth found your breasts as he kissed them all over, tongue flicking the hardened nubs. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he kissed and licked your body. God, he probably didn't even know what he was doing to you. Oblivious to the mess that coated the inside of your underwear.

You let go of his hardness as he kissed lower and lower, reaching your pants and unbottoning them slowly. He kissed each newly revealed part of skin before pulling off your boots and then the rest of your pants along with your underwear.

"Fuck. I have barely started and you are already soaking wet.", he groaned, lips exploring your hips and thighs. He was growing impatient, you could sense the urgeness in his kisses and touches.

His hands glided up your body again, reaching your breasts and squeezing them gently. He places open mouthed kisses against your mouth, licking into it hungrily. His wet, hot length was pressed against you as he settled in between your legs. "Fuck, you are so pretty, wanted to fuck you since last time you tried to catch me." You groaned at his confession. So he truly did remember you from last time you were trying to kill him.

"Wondered what you'd look like beneath me instead of behind a gun. Screaming my name in esctasy and not anger."

He kissed you gently before grabbing his length and running the silky head through your wet folds, passing by your clit and making you clench around nothingness. "Wanna make you cum. Cry out my name and cling to my body."

You moaned at his dirty words, feeling his head press into your entrance. "You want it?", he asked, kissing your lips and biting the lower one. "Fuck yes, Jungkook. Fuck me, please!"

He didn't waste any longer and burried himself into you deeply. Both of you groaned as he pushed into you until you couldn't take more of him. He was balls deep in you, your walls pulsing around him as he moved slightly. He gave you time to adjust to his size before starting a rythm that felt right for him. You locked your legs behind his hips, pushing him deeper into you with weath thrust. He was setting your body on fire, his length hitting all the right spots inside you.

You moaned and pulled his face into the crook of your neck, holding him so close you didn't know where his body ended and yours began. You could feel tiny stones digging into your back through the shirt he had laid down but you couldn't care less. He was panting next to your ear, skin burning up against you as he fastened his rythm. "Oh fuck- fuck. You feel so good around me. Such a tight little cunt-" You couldn't even respond because you were lost in the feeling of him pushing against your cervix with every thrust. It made you feel so full of him.

He hoisted his body onto his forearm, muscles flexing and giving you a nice view. He took two fingers and brought them to your mouth, making you suck on them. When he was satisfied with your work, he pulled them out, snaking the two digits between your bodies and finally findiny your clit. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan when he drew circles onto the sensitive nub. You clenched around him tightly and he grunted in response. With his fingers working away at your clit, you were barreling towards your orgasm. You wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, how the drag of his cock set your walls on fire and how you were close, so fucking close. But instead only breathy moans left your throat, gripping at his body tightly, as if you were afraid to slip over the edge because you knew it would be overwhelming.

"You- shit, you keep getting tighter. I'm not gonna last long with this tight cunt.", he announced, his rhythm faltering.

"Jungkook- fuck, I'm gonna-", you were silenced as you tipped over the edge, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. You clenched hard around him, making it almost impossible for Jungkook to keep fucking into you. But he only needed two more thrusts before he was following you into his own high. A throaty groan left him, as he pressed himself into you as far as he could, pulling out only a bit before slamming back in, his release filling you up.

The both of you slowly calmed down, panting heavily against each other's mouths. He kissed you passionatley, moving to your jawline and down your throat. When he pulled back and looked at you, you gently moved the dark strands of sweaty hair out of his face. His eyes were locked with yours and you couldn't help but feel the warmth in your stomach as he looked down at you so lovingly. He proceeded to pull out, his release leaking out of you.

You helped each other dress. No word was spoken, but it wasn't awkward. Both of you still feeling the afterglow of an amazing orgasm.

That's when you head the sounds of hooves on hard stone. Jungkook quickly pulled your body to his, shielding you from the figure that leaned over the edge and peered down at the two of you.

"What in the world-... at least you're alive, I guess."

"Soekjin!?"

Jin had managed to pull Jungkook and you out with the lasso he had brought. The rough rope left slight burns on your skin but you figured it was better than starving to death down there.

While you were reliefed to see your friend, you were also confused as to how he had found you or why he was here in the first place.

"I wanted to help you catch he criminal!", Jin quickly said, grabbing onto Jungkook as if he hadn't casually been standing next to him the entire time. It made sense though. Jin didn't know that you knew of his history with the young outlaw.

"Jin drop the act. I wanna know why exactly you never told me that you were in a gang?!", you said, drinking from Jin's water bottle greedily. He choked on nothing and quickly turned to Jungkook who sheepishly grinned back at him. His ears turned six shades redder as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I- I thought it wouldn't bee such a good idea to tell a bounty hunter I was part of Jeon's gang. Who knows what you'd have done to me!", he joked. You scoffed.

"But seriously Hyung, what were you doing out here?", Jungkook piped up.

"Well both of my friends were gonna rip each other apart, couldn't let that happen right?", he laughed before suddenly frowning deeply. "Wait a minute... Wait a goddamn minute! Why the hell aren't the two of you ripping each other apart?"

"Believe me, we were, before we fell down into the ravine."

Jin eyed you suspiciously as he took note of your develished states... from all the fighting, of course!

He didn't question it any further.

The three of you proceed to get your horse that you had left behind as it was currently grazing peacefully. You were sat behind the saddle because Jungkook insisted on taking the reigns. Your arms were holding onto his tiny waist, feeling his muscles through his shirt. He was going to be the death of you. You were careful not to touch his injury, though it could not have been hurting too bad considering how he had fucked you earlier.

Jin had suggested bringing Jungkook to town and treating his wounds before he got going again. You had insited that you should get the fivethousand dollar since you technically were about to turn Jungkook in. Jin had protested to say the least.

As you were halfway there, Jungkook stopped the horse suddenly, making Jin, who had been riding ahead, stop as well and looking over his shoulder questioningly. If you had been able to see Jungkook's face you might have been able to predict his next move but since you couldn't you were more than surprised when he suddenly pushed you off the horse.

"Jungkook what the hell-", you said as you landed in the dirt, shoulder aching slightly.

"Sorry, I think it is better this way.", he grinned. "Also, where would be the fun in just staying? You'll seek me out again. My bounty will keep increasing for sure." A smirk was plastered on his lips as he urged the horse forward. "Until we meet again. I'm looking forward to it."

And with that he was gone. His figure disappearing into the darkness of the night. You couldn't even be mad at him. He had managed to escape from you in the end after all. You smiled to yourself, turning to Jin whose eyebrows were raised in surprise as he watched Jungkook disappear. Maybe he was right, it was better this way, he would have been recognized in town and all hell would've broken loose. Also, this way it would be way more fun.

You chuckled to yourself before you made a devastating realization.

"That fucker just took off with MY horse!"

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Ambition

Summary: As you fall deeper in love with him, where do you fit into among Atsumu’s ambitions? 

Atsumu x reader  || HQ Masterlist

genre: angst to fluff (wc: 1k)

“So are you two together or what?” Osamu Miya squints at you expectantly with his hands on his waist.

He is much like his brother. They both have little subtlety.

After a reunion in Onigiri Miya, everybody except the twins finally leave. You’re left alone with Osamu, who is cleaning up the tables and Atsumu who is in the loo.  

Osamu’s been seeing the two of you around enough that his curiosity is piqued. You look left and right, making sure Atsumu isn’t eavesdropping anywhere nearby.

“Ahhmm, don’t think so. To be honest, I’m not sure this is going to last once he heads back to Osaka.” you shrug.

You try to do it as casually as you can. You don’t want to look affected by your decision.

“Oh, really now?” Osamu tries not to give away his surprise, but from the slight raise of his brows you can tell that isn’t what he expected.

Atsumu comes out of the bathroom just as the awkward silence settles between the two of you.

“Did I miss anything?” he asks.

You and Osamu shake your heads in unison. This is a conversation to be had between you and Atsumu only.

Atsumu’s eyes flicker back and forth in suspicion.

“Let’s get you home. I’ll walk you to the intersection.” he nods.

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Atsumu is disconcerted by what he witnessed between you and Samu. He thought you and he are at a point where you can be honest with each other. Apparently not.

As your feet crunched beneath Hyogo’s pavement, he subtly turns to you.

Atsumu is one for intense romantic relationships. He is not shy about his passion. He doesn’t shy away from physical intimacy in the early stages. He is unafraid to argue and air his opinions. He likes getting in what sprints of time he can get with his partners.

And so he finds it disconcerting that despite being un-immune to his charms, you’ve been keeping him at arm’s length where he is unable to relish in the usual emotional intensity he expects out of his relationships.

“You don’t have to walk me home. I can go alone.” you insist.

“I want to.” he quickly follows you and grabs his coat. In the corner of his eye, Osamu nods as if to wish him good luck.

You remembered earlier this evening when the alcohol was really setting in, you exchanged a series of long glances at Atsumu. Your cheeks were both flushed, eyes hazy with lust and intoxication. You couldn’t help looking at him and he at you.

You looked at him through your lashes, tracing your eyes over the bridge of his nose and the curve of his cheeks. And nothing thrilled you more than when you caught him looking at you the same way, except maybe when he would smirk or wink at you from where he was.

Even though you were seated apart, these gestures obliterated the distance.

It’s not that you haven’t been attracted to him before. But something about his impassioned ways tempered by time and a tinge of melancholy adds a layer of charm to the Atsumu you know.

“When I get back to Osaka—“ he begins. Before this year, Atsumu’s never been to your side of town. Now he knows your address like the back of his hand.

“I don’t think you’ll hear much from me.” you interrupt.

The crisp in the air turns to chill.

“Hai? Excuse me?” he swivels his entire body towards you, hands buried deep in his pockets. “Aren’t you moving there?”

“I think we should stop, whatever this is.” you try to replicate the shrug you gave to Osamu.

Your impending move to Osaka was the catalyst of your increasingly frequent meetings with Atsumu this past few months. At first it was strictly business. You asked about the logistics and the house-hunting.

Soon after, Osaka was just an excuse. Whenever Atsumu came back to Kobe, you hung out because you wanted to.

You were surprised at how much you liked spending time with Atsumu. He has an irresistible zest for life and sport that was contagious. Although he’s not as frank as he used to be, you appreciated his candor and his single-handed determination not to give a shit for those who didn’t like him.

However the more time you spent with him, the more evident it is that his life revolved around his work.

Atsumu blinks hard and furrows his brow, “Was I…reading some signs…wrong?”

You hate it that he’s standing so close enough that you can feel some warmth from his body. It’s difficult not to fantasise what his skin is like on yours once you’re both alone in an apartment.

When you gaze up to his eyes, they are wide, confused and hurt.

“I-I know you were offered to play in a league abroad…” you organize your feelings, “and I…don’t want to move to Osaka just so our goodbyes can be difficult. I don’t want to have to compete with volleyball.”

“Oh that,” he murmurs swiftly, “I’m turning it down.”

Your head whiplashes, “WHAT?!”

Atsumu is one to be defined almost exclusively by his ambition and drive for volleyball. It’s such a huge part of his identity.

“I’ve made up my mind that I’m not going to play for a foreign league. I’m going to spend the rest of my professional career here in Japan.” he says steadfastly. It’s his turn to shrug.

He looks so calm. You can tell he’s made this decision for a while now.

“I’m not injured,” he reads into your expression, “I like my life right now and I’ve hit the point that I want to maintain my work-life balance. If those offers came when I was younger, I’d totally grab it. Burn myself to the ground to improve my game and everything. But that’s just not me anymore. I want to settle down in Japan.”

“Is that bad? That I’m not the ambitious, blazing athlete you thought I’d be?” he smiles. There’s a tinge of sadness as if he’s expecting inevitable disappointment.

“No, I respect that. It’s just that…” You’re not sure what to say.

“I’m closer to my family, to you and I don’t want to be ashamed that I admit that.” he continues, ”My drive has gotten me to where I am today. That doesn’t mean I need to keep this up for the rest of my life.”

He looks wistfully at the sky. You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen him so serene.

You both stop walking. You’ve arrived at the intersection. His gaze returns to you.

“So can I invite you to my game next month? Tickets will be on me.” he smiles.

He reaches out to hold your hand. Your fingers instinctively interlace with his.

“Of course, I’d love to see you play again.”

You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek. Instead his hands cup your face and kisses your lips. Although his lips are warm and soft, the easy contentment in his eyes is replaced by longing.

When you began spending time with Atsumu, you wondered why you hadn’t been more attracted to him when you were both in Inarizaki. But now it doesn’t matter.

You feel lucky to fall for him at this stage in his life. Where his life isn’t centered completely around his career anymore. Where his ambition is to build a life with you.

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