#frankly it is his god-given right to be a bitch

[boltlightning]

james norrington + being a royal bitch (inspiration)

#pirates of the caribbean #james norrington #jack davenport #potcedit #disneyedit #filmedit #perioddramaedit #*userbolt #notes #1k #5k #so there's this disgraced naval officer #frankly it is his god-given right to be a bitch #smash was unfortunately very right to cast this man as scruffy and mean. it's a good look for him. great even #gif: potc

[hellisharchive]

・﹒・ the original dick

Summary: Adam was not who you expected him to be as the first man, you expected someone prim and perfect and can do no wrong. He was far from that, and quite frankly kind of an asshole. You hated him- so why did you agree to a one night stand?

Warnings: 18+, virgin reader, fingering [r receiving], oral [r receiving], pnv, Adam calls reader "Babe", "Baby, and "Bitch"

Pairing: Adam x Fem!reader

You arrived in Heaven a few days ago and it was amazing. Everything was perfect, no crime, no abuse, everything was bliss. The strictness of rules didn't get past your radar though, makes sense though, Heaven was no place for terrible people. What you didn't understand though, is how much of an asshole Adam was. He was the very first human ever created and ascended to heaven, so why was he allowed to swear and talk sexually like there was no tomorrow? He seemed to be the only one allowed to do so, anyone else was quieted or given consequences. Maybe because of him being the first human gave him the right? You didn't know, but didn't care.

You never personally talked to him, preferring to stay as far away from him as possible just so he never would start up a conversation with you. Besides, he was always with Lute, those two were inseparable. Honestly, you thought they were together. You asked a few others who knew him and they all said that those two were a friends-with-benefits situation- at least from what they assumed. You don't know why you cared so much, he was such a rude guy, you hated him.

So why was he walking directly towards you on the Promenade while you were chatting with your new friend? About him nonetheless. Did you somehow summon him from that? You didn't even realize until they told you and pointed behind you. Your eyes went wide as they asked why he was coming over and you answered honestly. You didn't know why. He had a smug look on his face as he approached you, only then did you realize that Lute wasn't around. Wait, where was she? What's going on? Were you in trouble?

"Heya newbie, heard ya asking about me and Lute, really if ya wanted to fuck me could have just asked, Baby" Now panicking, your face burned as you waved your hands, denying that you ever asked about him. Why would you want to ever have sex with him? He's such an asshole. Wait, how did he know? Damn, those bastards must have told him. Even in heaven you can't trust anyone without it coming back to bite you in the ass

"No I didnt! And I certainly do not want to do that with you no way!" You were so flustered, why so flustered? Anyone hitting on you that you didn't find attractive made you feel disgusting, never flustered and warm. God- were you really finding the idea of fucking Adam hot? No, you were just a virgin who never got laid when they were alive so this is just too much, yeah that must be it. The angel just chuckled and smirked, he was such a bitch.

"Mhm sure Babe, why so flustered huh? C'mon admit it, you want a piece of THE Adam, THE first man, THE original dick. I see you avoiding me, don't think I don't. I know it's because I get ya worked up, don't I?" He suddenly leaned directly in front of your face, only being a few inches away. The close distance made you look over at your new friend, they just looked awkwardly and shrugged, not knowing how to help. Gulping, you turned back to him and took a deep breath.

"As if, in your dreams" You rolled your eyes and started to move away, feigning confidence, as on the inside you were shaking like a leaf. Before you could get far though, he wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you back up to him, putting his free hand on your other arm. He held you close, so close you two were mixing open mouth breaths.

"Let me show you a good time Babe, you're a hot piece of ass I don't wanna pass up. And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me too, you were practically eye fucking me!" Oh god, he really did notice every single thing about you? You thought he wasn't even paying attention to you as you stared at him, ok admittedly maybe you stared at him too much, but you hated him. Taking another gulp, you considered his offer. The fact that you were considering his offer at all concerned you, but maybe you should let go a little, get laid, you could say you fucked the first ever man in existence at least. Hyping yourself up, you said yes.

"Fine. BUT, only for one night. This will not become a normal thing! That is- if you're even good" The way his eyes lit up as he laughed from glee, screaming "yes" as he pumped a fist. He was such a child, you thought.

"You are going to have the BEST night of your life Toots, trust me. You will LOOOVE it, you'll be begging for me to fuck you every-" he leaned closer "single" and closer "night" and he leaned up and whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Fuck- did that really arouse you? He didn't even do anything besides insist he was a good fuck and say you were hot unprompted. You hated him, he should not be making you feel this way. Pushing him away slightly, he "whooped" again and flew up in excitement, reminding you why you hated him. He acted like such a child, it was annoying. Coming back down, he smirked and got closer to you get again. He has no sense of personal boundaries, does he?

"You won't regret it Babes. My place. Tonight at dawn. Don't be late" Winking, he started to walk away when you realized you had no idea where his place was.

"Wait uh...where do you live?" You hated asking, hating you agreed to this ridiculous bet. He explained where it was and said he would have Lute bring you over. You make sure to say no at least ten times as that would be incredibly awkward. Sure, they fuck casually and aren't in a relationship, but its still not something you want to get directly involved with Lute for. But, he left and said to wait right here for her, leaving you alone with your new friend.

"Dude! You got a date with Adam!" They smiled and nudged your shoulder, ignoring the fact that you were processing the entire interaction and that it was happening tonight. Wait, what should you wear? No- this wasn't a date, it was just a hook up, that's all. Shaking your head, you looked back at them trying to calm down.

"Ok first of all, it isn't a date. It's just a one-night stand. There will be no other associations with him past tonight, ok? Besides, he's been...with Lute anyways so" Shrugging, you slowly start to calm your nerves or at least act like everything is fine.

"Wait...you're jealous, aren't you?" They excitedly exclaimed, causing you to grab onto their shoulders and shush them. You? Jealous? As if! This was just a quick fuck- you hated his guts, but couldn't resist knowing what sex with him was actually like.

"No, I am absolutely not. You know how much I hate him" You made sure to express your hatred every time you saw him, because you wanted them to know.

"Yeah, you've only been here for four days yet you don't shut up about him" They smirked, which caused your face to get hot again. Ok...maybe they did have a point. But it was all in hatred, not in thinking he's attractive in any way. Before you could argue this though, they seemingly read your mind.

"And no, if you think because you complain about him, it's denial" That was practically a slap in your face as you mulled over your time here since the first day. Could it really just be denial? But he was a huge asshole and very "college frat boy" to you. Did you really find him attractive and just didn't want to admit it?

"No it is not denial- I really do hate him. This is just to make him go away permanently" You convinced yourself, at least in the eyes of your friend, that there is no shred of attraction for Adam. How could there be? Any normal response to something like that would be to be flustered after all, taking about being fucked. But then again, it was unwarranted, so why did you kind of enjoy it? No- you're just being stupid. Did you already forget that you were in Heaven? This stuff would most likely cast you out of for this- but if Adam can act like this, why can't you?

"Ok then, fine, be in denial. But tell me, are you going to abandon this opportunity to get with the very first man ever created?" Sighing, you said no and told them you had to prepare for tonight as dawn was only come in a few hours and you had to mentally psych yourself up for it. They rolled their eyes playfully and said they'd meet up with you tomorrow so you can tell them everything. Heading to your new home, you mentally prepared yourself for this very unexpected night and trying not to worry about your friend calling it a "date".

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It was dawn and your nerves were through the roof. Walking out to the Promenade again, a few were still out and about, but you stood in the exact same place he approched you earlier. Nervously twiddling your thumbs, you realized that there shouldn't be nervous or anxious- this was Heaven, everything was perfect and worry free. Was Adam already affecting you this badly? You didn't know how long it was until the familiar view of Lute walking down with an expression you couldn't decipher.

"Come with me" She spoke monotone, face unreadable, was she upset? I mean- it's not like they're actually a couple, unless she has some unrequited feelings? You were nervous as she weaved you through the various streets- some familiar and some not- and only then you realized that she was taking you to the center of Heaven. It didn't shock you- Adam was the first man in existence after all and the first human soul in Heaven. It made you nervous though, as you've never been there before. The only other beings that lived there was mainly Heavenborn. Nothing was spoken between you two until she pulled you close when you were in the hallway, a few feet away from the door.

"If you even THINK about hurting him- I will find you and cast you out of Heaven myself. Got it?" All you could do was nod as she shoved you to the door and then walked away. Taking a deep breath in, you exhaled slowly and knocked before you could walk away. A few seconds passed before the door was practically thrown open with a very excited Adam smiling at you.

"Fucking finally Babe! Took ya long enough. Let's get to fucking now" You gasped as he wasted no time and rushed you to his bedroom. Throwing you on his bed, he ripped off his mask and before you can process what his real face looked like- smashed his lips against yours, pinning you to the mattress with one hand- capturing you with your hands above your head- and the other at your sides. You didn't kiss back at first because it was so sudden, but then you started to kiss back. His huge garbs only pinned you down further as he started running his hands underneath your shirt. You lost track of time so you didn't know how long it was before he pulled back, panting heavily, you look at him as he stared at you with a hungry expression. He licked his lips as he looked at you like you were his prey, and he was the predator. Only then, you finally managed to see his face. He had short, brown hair, a stubble, and gold eyes. He was attractive even under the mask.

"Take..." You spoke quietly, not used to being the assertive one and too nervous to take action. Looking to the side you still felt unsure about all of this, I mean, you barely had action down on Earth. And this was Adam, first man, one of the head Angels, and he was just violently making out with you. You then felt his hand pry away from your chest and he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head to meet his.

"Take what, Bitch? You gotta tell me what you want" He smirked with a smug face as your face grew hot, you really did not want to say it. But...fuck it, right? This night was only for one night, might as well make it count.

"Take off your clothes" The burst of confidence was a surprise to you, but it pleased Adam very much as he kissed you again, but this time, it was a little softer than before.

"There it is, that's what I like to hear from Bitches I'm fucking" In no time, he stripped himself down to just his underwear- maybe to not fully overwhelm you at once? Your heart beat faster as you stared at his very hard dick covered by cloth, shit, this was really happening.

"Now let me take off your clothes, shits been annoying me for AGES. Your body is too hot to cover up" Only then what he was saying hit you like a train- did he really find you attractive even before? This entire time? He was just the one who wanted to let you make a move first? You let Adam fully undress you like he did you until you were just in your underwear. Gulping, you looked up as he pulled you into a sitting postion and crawled on top of your lap, running his hands up your arms as he started to kiss your neck. You could already feel yourself starting to get worked up- you tried to hold it in but a small moan escaped your mouth. Then, his hands drifted downwards- down to your underwear. He slips it under, lightly touching your clit, which caused you to jump from the sudden feeling.

"Damn Bitch, I barely fucking did anything and you're already fucking SOAKED. I'm gonna have a fun time with you tonight oh my fucking god" He laughed at the end as he started to gently prod your entrance and you shook in anticipation. Before you knew it- he pushed his finger in little by little, causing you to squirm from the intrusion. Whining, you felt it thrust in and out as the first man started to kiss and lap at your neck. He then added a second, causing you to moan and grab onto his back.

"You're definitely a fucking virgin aren't you? HA, don't think I can't tell Baby, I've fucked many before you and can tell when someone has or hasn't got a good dicking" His words cut though like a knife- of course he could tell, of course he's fucked countless of other people with how he behaves. You aren't special and will never be. That thought ended up being forgotten though, as he pulled out his now wet fingers covered in your juices, the feeling of being empty caused you to squirm again. He held up his slick appendages with his classic smug look before shoving them in his mouth. Making sure to lick them clean, he took them out of his mouth with a 'pop!'.

"Fucking delicious. Fuck I gotta taste the real thing" Adam got off of you and pulled up to the end of the bed, getting on his knees, he got closer to your crotch and you helped him take off your underwear. Feeling the air hit your pussy made you nervous as you were now almost fully naked for him and he was about to eat you out. Leaning back, you weren't ready as he dove in without wasting any time, you could feel his tounge enter you as he sucked on your clit. Moaning, you shook as he ate you out like he hasn't had anything to eat in a month. It felt so good, feeling his tongue wiggle inside you as he nipped on your clit, fuck.

"Adaaaaam..." You whined, now squirming, you felt the familiar pool of heat in your stomach as he sudeenlt latched onto your thighs, and he held them tight. Leaving your pussy, you watched as his face was covered in the slick juices as he stared at you with a slightly annoying expression.

"Stay still Bitch, kinda hard to eat you out when you're moving around" You just nodded in a slightly dazed state, not wanting to feel put off by his attitude. But, he went back down for seconds and you tried to stay still, even if it was incredibly hard. Everytime you made a sudden jerk, he gripped your thighs tighter. You couldn't resist as you couldn't grip the bedding very well, you rushed up to his hair and yanked on it, holding it so tightly. He moaned- you made him moan! He must have liked it, you had no time to think about it though as he just went deeper into you, causing you to moan his name again. After a few minutes, the feelings of arousal kept growing and the feelings in your stomach was too much to bare. You moaned out his name as you orgasmed, shaking as he wiped his face and licked up his mess. Standing up, he smirked as he pushed you down on the mattress again, caging you in. You just stared at him with wide eyes as you caught your breath.

"Damn, I knew you were a virgin but this is almost pathetic! Ha! Don't worry Bitch, it's time for you to be skewered by the original dick" Yanking off his underwear now, you couldn't see his dick very well, but you knew it couldn't have been small. Sliding you back so he had more room, he lifted up one of your legs and used his other hand to guide his cock to your entrance. Biting your lip, you stared up at him, still nervous that this was the one who took your virginity- in Heaven nonetheless. When he had the tip ready to plunge in, he looked up at you with a smirk, however, it quickly softened up even if just a little. Rubbing his hand on your leg, he wanted to make you feel...safe?

"Hey, if you're not up for it you don't gotta bang me yet Bitch. You can still back out now- even if you did scream my name like...twenty times" He must have seen your face and mistook it for being scared, which in all honesty you were, but that didn't mean you didn't want it. Reaching up to hold his face, you gave him the most genuine smile you could manage.

"No, no, I do want this I just...it's my first time, ya know?" He was the biggest manwhore around, he probably fucked thousands upon thousands of people in the past, he definitely fucked virgins before. Why did you even care? Why would HE care if you were nervous?

"Yeah, I get it Baby. I may have the best fucking dick in all existence, but I'm not into forcing others if they don't want it because that shit? Isn't cool. Unless they want to be forced- then that's hot as fuck. So, I am going to ask you" He leaned closer and his mouth was right next to your ear. "Do you want to be fucked into oblivion by the original dick? I need a yes or no Babe" His reassurance made you calm down as he could have just not cared like a lot of guys on Earth would. However, he made you shiver with his whispering and you nodded your head in agreement. He raised an eyebrow before you quickly sputtered out a "yes" and he smirked.

"Get ready for the BEST fucking night of your life. And welcome to Heaven, Bitch" The feeling of his dick entering your vagina was uncomfortable but not painful, he was being careful. Your breathing got heavier as he pushed in further, the feeling of being full wasn't unfamiliar as you fucked with toys as a human, but he was bigger than any dildo or vibrator you used. Whining the entire time as he slowly made you get used to him into you, you squirmed and grabbed his hair again and tugged. He moaned and growled and fuck it was hot.

"Fuck, keep doing that Babe and I'll fuck you so hard you'll have to stay in bed this entire week" He then bottomed out, fully pushing inside you until he couldn't no more. You screamed and your eyes started to water. Whining, you stared at the first man as he leaned down and gave you another passionate kiss as he started to thrust in and out. Moaning loudly, the sensations of his cock being dragged back and forth inside you was just too much- he was slow to help you ease into it. You tugged on his hair again and closed your eyes which made him push harder into you.

"Fuck!" Adam increased the pace and you felt the feelings of an orgasm creep up again the longer and harder he fucked you. You then felt his lips on yours as he kissed you again and you kissed back. It was too much- you broke away and screamed his name as you shook even more than the first time. You felt his cum leak into you as you spaced out, breathing heavily falling back on the bed. You stared up at the ceiling as you felt his cock exit you, causing you to cletch your now-empty vagina at the feeling. You couldn't even think right now- all you knew was that he was the real deal.

"Told you you'd have the best fucking night of your life Baby" You couldn't even respond as you were truly that far gone. You heard him laugh awkwardly and swear as he said he would be right back and you were too fucked out to care or fully process what that meant. Sometime later he came back, gently lifting you up into a sitting postion, he pressed a warm and wet rag to your nether regions and started to clean you up. His hesitance and awkward strokes makes it obvious he never did much aftercare, so why was he doing for you?

"I really fucked your brains out, huh? Well...stay the night with me, ok?" You looked at him with a shocked expression, who wouldn't? Half the time he spoke about the person he fucked like it was another casual day, he doesn't have time for his fuck to stay over and him and Lute are just sex with no intimate feelings attached.

"You haven't said a fucking word in what? Ten minutes? Just stay with me because I don't even think you can fucking walk right now, it's nothing special. I was right and you were wrong. Now get in bed Bitch, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning" You had no room to argue, still mentally out of it- you crawl back and into the covers. You were having trouble because your body was throughly fucked, so luckily Adam swooped in and helped you get comfortable. Laying on your side with a pillow between your legs, you were too tired to fully process that he wrapped around you and was swooning you.

"Goodnight Baby, see you tomorrow morning" You didn't register the small kiss he gave to the crown of your head as you fell asleep and had the best sleep of your life.

#adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader

[actualbird]

Hey zak!

Marius is a pansexual mess, how do you think the NXX is going to react when they realize he has a massive crush on Artem's frying pan?

jkjk fdhasjkfhdjaskf

Okay seriously: How do you think the NXX is going to react if they overhear Marius making a flirty comment about them?

For instance: Luke shows Marius a picture of Vyn and Marius makes a comment like "The worst thing about Vyn is how hot he is, it drives me insane."

Not knowing that Vyn was outside the room and heard that.

well first off, i want it known that everybody in the nxx actually probably has a crush on artem's frying pan, and FOR GOOD REASON. artem's kitchen utensils, tools, and appliances are of the Highest Quality and also theyre SEXY. actually, marius has a crush on the pan (artem looks really good flambe-ing stuff), luke has crush on the knives (he loves a good weapon....uh he meant kitchen apparatus, totally), mc has a crush on the pots (love is stored in the SOUP), and vyn has a crush on the stand mixer (NOT on artem, he would like to make that clear) (marius, luke, and mc dont believe him, they think this is vyn being a tsundere about how he secretly wants to hate-kiss artem into oblivion)

......sorry, what was this ask response about again? OH RIGHT

the nxx team's reactions to overhearing marius making flirty comments about them

i wont delve too much into mc because we already know how she'd react given we see it in-game whenever marius says flirty things right to her Face: she gets all blushy -> she gets unimpressed -> "MARIUS! VON!! HAGEN!!!"

and she is so cute for that. frankly, her overhearing comments like this instead of being told it outright (oftentimes with a teasing expression) would make her feel more flattered, because "oh, he really thinks im attractive? it's not just a tease to rile me up? O////O"

which brings me to

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luke, who i think would have a reaction rather similar to mc's: he overhears -> he gets all blushy -> he mentally backpedals with "OH HES JUST TEASING, HE MUST JUST BE MESSING WITH ME, HAHA, OH MARIUS, YOU JOKER!!!"

but given that this is an Overheard Instance of Flirting, luke's logic would then say "but if hes messing with you, why is he telling someone else instead of You (the person he is allegedly messing with)", to which luke would internally reply with "i dont know!! but theres no way he actually thinks im cute because!! WHAT!!! i-im not cute, im just—not that i WISH he thought i was cute, it's just! yknow!!! //frantic and aimless gesticulating" and then

vyn, walking past where luke is in the nxx hallway: what on earth are you doing there just muttering to yourself and waving your hands around?

luke: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS //pulls out a smoke bomb from nowhere, throws it on the ground, and runs away

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meanwhile, it takes artem a While to even realize that marius was being flirty in the comment he overheard. like im imagining it was something that, if you were an Ace (as in asexual) Attorney like artem is, the comment was either innocuous or metaphorical enough that it TOTALLY flies over artem's head

until days later when artem mentions it to someone else and it's like

mc: artem. oh my god. that means he thinks youre SEXY

artem: What.

mc: like, marius was making an Innuendo

artem, ears going a bit red: W h a t.

and then he just goes silent as his brain bluescreens VKJHSFSD

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vyn is the one who would take it most in stride, and also affectionately use this against marius whenever the situation and ambiance permits. like, he'll overhear that exact line u mention in your ask and then vyn will just

stride into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face

vyn: do not let my looks distract you too much, i do need your mind working at some sort of standard of quality during our sessions

marius, mocking vyn immediately bc hes not one to back down from a bitch-off: ohhhhh look at me im vynnn i know im hot shittt~ get over yourself!!

vyn: i dont have to, seeing as you definitely are not getting over me any time soon :)

luke, watching with metaphorical popcorn: ooh, that was a good burn. sorry, man

marius: //screeches into his hands because even when vyn is being a bitch, hes STILL hot to marius. probably even HOTTER

ahh, the trials and tribulations of marius von hagen, in a team of comprised of people who are so infuriating (in different ways) but also so so pretty. VLAKJFSFA

#tears of themis #asks #roshie-writes #sorry for fixating on the literal pans but i cannot stress enough how artem's raw sex appeal goes up by 8232987698% when hes in the kitchen #tears of themis headcanons #marius von hagen #luke pearce #artem wing #vyn richter #tot rosa

[firecrackerhh]

I sometimes wonder if the reason (if not at least one of many reasons) why antis are so against Hazbin Hotel as a show (besides the obvious anti viv bullshit) is because the very concept of redemption is anathema to them.

They do not believe people can change, and thus the entire premise of hazbin, (and frankly helluva too) is something they literally cannot understand. Refuse to understand at the least.

They don’t care about other people, they do not care if their actions in the name of their own twisted form of justice causes undue suffering, they simply want to be seen as a “good person” without putting in any actual effort to be good.

Sure, it’s easy to find a shitty person online and rake them over the coals for things they’ve said or done years ago. Effortless. But it takes real patience, compassion, perhaps slight firmness but certainly no undue cruelty to convince people they need to change, and even then, that’s a personal journey that others can at most try to influence, but they can’t make people change.

And even if the person they’re bitching about does, it’ll never be good enough.

There’s nothing Viv can do to change these peoples minds, nothing we can do. No matter how many apologies she gives they will never accept it. No matter what we say they will never accept that Viv is not fucking Satan incarnate.

Engaging with these people is a waste of time. Always has been. If Viv is so irredeemable to them, they likely look at us the same way.

I wonder what skeletons people like this must hide, anyone who acts holier than thou about being a “better” person while engaging in reprehensible behavior themselves is a rather irritating form of hypocrisy that boggles my mind.

I am no saint, god knows I’m no fucking saint, but I know what’s right and wrong and antis are wrong every. Single. Time. Any evidence they claim to have of Viv’s awful behavior is either nearly a decade old and thus clearly irrelevant given the people who vouch for her in the present, doctored discord messages (which even if they were real, shows no dates, so we have no idea how old those are to begin with) or the ‘evidence’ is so flimsy that if a lawyer looked at it he would say you’re wasting his time.

I think these people don’t like Viv’s shows because they are morally incompatible with it. They do not believe in redemption. They believe once you’ve fucked up in life, that’s it, no second chances.

I fear what they must think of our current prison population. I fear what they might say.

These people have no moral high ground whatsoever.

They dare to talk shit about the fandom, Viv, anyone else associated with the show, pretending that they’re saying what they’re saying in the name of justice, as if attacking people with their past when they have clearly changed and made apologies is in any way a justifiable thing to do.

They don’t have to like Viv, they really don’t, but calling her irredeemable, calling us irredeemable, is fucking bullshit.

None of us are irredeemable.

The fucking conceit. The fucking gall. The fucking balls on these people.

Everyone has the capacity to make good and bad choices in this life. Yes, many people don’t make the best choices, but that doesn’t mean that they should be stoned to death for the most minor of offenses. For shit that’s long been in the past and apologized for.

I’m not going to say I think very highly of humanity as a whole, I’m a fucking misanthrope through-and-through, but I don’t think we’re incapable of being good, or doing good things, we just…choose not to, a lot of the time.

I also do not deny that there are some crimes so horrible that redemption isn’t even on the table, nowhere near it. But I feel like antis treat every perceived fault of Viv as some most grievous sin that must be met with full penance by…doing what exactly?

Apologize? Again, they won’t accept it.

Donate to charities or causes? She gets shit on for it, say she’s “flaunting her wealth.”

Get off the internet entirely? In an anti’s wet dreams maybe.

Her very existence makes them so mad. It would be funny if it wasn’t so fucking pathetic.

These people twist her words in every way imaginable to make her look like some horrible person undeserving of her success, without realizing they make themselves look far worse than her by several measures.

They claim she’s racist and queerphobic, but if anything acting as if BIPOC and queer people shouldn’t ever be shown doing awful things because “bad queer/ BIPOC rep” or whatever I think is just as racist and queerphobic. Minorities are human beings, and as such they are just as capable of being shitty. I already made a post about this before, so I’ll keep this paragraph short.

They claim she’s abusive to her coworkers when it seems the one person bitching about it has no problem putting other past co workers under the bus for their personal gain. Antis claim she’s abusive while engaging in downright emotionally abusive behavior (I know that sounds kinda dramatic but I’m making a point) themselves as they shit on us for the stupidest reason imaginable: liking a cartoon.

They cry about ableism while ignoring their own.

Not that I’m all that offended if I’m honest, it’s just more evidence that antis aren’t any better than the people they bitch about.

I could go on about this for a while but you get the point.

I repeat, these people have no moral high ground whatsoever.

Frankly, as much as it bothers me that they leak patreon shit and whatnot, many fans are actively warning against them, and I think the idea of someone actively choosing to give money to someone they hate just so they have more content to shit on is fucking pathetic and getting upset about it is exactly what they want.

They want you to be just as miserable as they are. They just want to suck all the fun out of this fandom, I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again, these people are tar pits, trying to drown us in their muck. It’s pathetic and sad. No use in having sympathy, they don’t deserve any.

It’s funny how antis scream and cry about how awful we are as they ignore their own sins and mistakes, hypocrites.

If anything, their behavior is far more irredeemable than Viv’s has ever been.

I wonder when they will realize that, if they ever do. I can only hope some of them grow the fuck up and realize what the fuck they’ve done. If the ensuing guilt eats them alive, I can’t say I have pity for them.

Wonder how many of us would accept their apologies, if they chose to make one.

Alright it’s almost 7 am I gotta get to bed. Peace.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🧨🔥

#tis i the werebitch #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #btw to my followers #sorry I’ve been so extra negative lately #I just have way too much to say about this shit

[eldritch-spouse]

CRACK

" I don't hear you counting, boy. "

The paddle crashed so hard onto his left asscheek that it dented. Hm... You'll have to get something sturdier. Damn breeders and their tough hide, they're way too dense. At least he's getting blue, that means he must be feeling it to some degree. And that's good enough for you.

" Don't tell me you've forgotten how to... " Your spare hand smooths over the overheated flesh, smirking at Breg's quiet whimpers of pain.

He's a total mess and you're not even halfway done. Legs already clenched together, tongue out so he can drool on the support pillows you were kind enough to get for his punishment. Yeah right, some "punishment" this is. You assumed, erroneously, that Breg wouldn't be into pain play given how he's always so scared of hurting you. Yet, a couple of spanks in, and he's already arching his ass like the bitch in heat you've always known him to be. Frankly, you're giving up on taking this seriously, you're basically just doing it for kicks.

" ... T-Ten? "

" Twelve actually. " You slam the paddle down on his ass as hard as you can again.

" AH! G-God... Ungh- " He's trembling, ocean blue bruises already blooming beautifully on that rump.

" That's for getting it wrong. " The clarification is accompanied by an expectant glance. Your eyes are ice cold as you judge the panting monster sprawled over your legs. You know he's digging his claws into the side of the couch and it only makes you want to break the paddle on his tender ass in retribution.

It takes Breg a couple of hazy, huffing seconds. " Thirteen! "

" Good boy. " The fact that he wags his tail in spite of his current situation is hilarious enough to make you muffle laughter.

Delivering a couple of merciful slaps on that abused tissue proves itself to make for very amusing reactions, as the monster tenses and whines. " Why am I spanking you, Breg? "

" Buh- Because I've been bad. "

Your eyes roll, you let yourself grope the breeder's fine ass, and he bites his lip through the pain, trying to grind a sopping wet slit against the pillows beneath it, and your thigh. " And what did you do, captain obvious? "

The fact that Breg seemingly struggles to detect the answer you're seeking tells you all you need to know. He didn't listen to a single word of your chiding as you drove back home, and he legitimately doesn't understand what he did wrong. You know that screams of glaring issues that need to be addressed, but right now, you'll unload your frustration.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

" HNGH- Fff- Ohhh ffuck yeah, please ahn... " Your crazed monster of a boyfriend buries his face on the pillows and weeps from tantalizing agony, feeling the fury you experience when handling his immature and impulsive nature.

" You're irredeemable. "

" Six- Sixteen. "

" Why are you being spanked, Breg? "

This time, he really scrambles hard for words, humming fearfully whenever your hand moves.

" Because... Because I chased your friend out of the mall?' "

He says the word "friend" like it's poisonous, bitter, repulsive. Like he wanted to say "scum" instead. You'll let it slide, since he did guess correctly. That's progress for someone such as Breg, as far as you're concerned.

" Correct. "

He didn't just chase your poor acquaintance out, he snarled and swiped at them all the way through like a feral animal. The only thing that saved them was the narrow passages where Breg couldn't follow as easily. Otherwise, his magnificent sprint and four-legged racing would have lead to a public evisceration. You're going to have to play Devil's advocate and try to even things out, hopefully avoid any charges. All this mess because mister "I have no idea how to behave myself" couldn't keep his jealousy in check and saw red when your old friend shared a smoothie with you. The nerve. You feel a vein popping in your forehead just remembering the embarrassment.

His audacity, to then scoop you up and carry you back into the store like a living sack of potatoes. Ugh, he didn't even look sorry. In fact, he doesn't look sorry now. The bastard.

CRACK

" Do you know how badly you embarrassed me? " Mentioning your friend's health is pointless, you know he won't care unless your chastising revolves around either you or him. He grits out a quiet "seventeen" before keening high. " You can't do that in malls. "

" Uh-? "

" You can't chase people. "

THWACK

" You can't snarl at others. "

SMACK

" And you can't pick me up like an animal! "

He's got a good chunk of the pillow lodged in his mouth by now, salivating and biting at it in reflex, muffling his admittedly satisfying noises. That tail remains perfectly arched above, even as it trembles with his pain. You eye that darkening purple-blue skin with fevered delight, being merciful enough to stroke his clothed thighs instead.

" I'm talking to you, Breg. "

He spits the fabric out faster than you can raise the paddle again. " SUH- SORRY! I'm sorry, h-hit me more. "

Great, he's now even more shamelessly into it.

" You never learn. " There's just no winning.

Giving up on getting anything through his thick skull for now, you let your fingers hover over the underside of his tail, tickling there, the sensitive skin between the appendage and his ass. The breeder pants, lifting his rump up and up, chasing the touch- Until you grasp the base firmly and yank. The ensuing, raw shudder that courses Breg's body is glorious, he all but rattles, grip on the couch faltering altogether. This time, it's your bare hand slapping onto the meat of his cheek.

" I hann- I lost count... " He confesses, to which you just shrug.

" I know. " Is he lying just to get smacked harder or did he genuinely lose count? Either one sounds plausible.

A digit traces from the root of that strong tail to the tight ring of muscle between his legs. You don't really intend to finger him, but the hint is there as you circle it, surprised by how he stiffens yet carefully inches those long legs apart. Huh. Now isn't that new? You recall Breg doesn't really like the idea of ass play. Things about him are changing, but never where it matters apparently. Tsk.

Your touch lowers, feathering over the expanse of skin between hole and slit. The monster's excitement is palpable, legs spreading wider, pleading chirps escaping through exposed teeth when you make contact with the soaked entrance, grieving for the poor pillow he's been grinding on. It only takes a little bit of tickling until both cocks poke out, this lurid, wet noise accompanying them. Nonetheless, you wedge a single finger into that stuffed slit, maneuvering your current position enough to grab the paddle steadily again.

" Now, we're starting over. "

The way his cocks twitch puts a grin on your face.

#Bregory #pinnie's art #terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #monster fucker #minors dni

[genericpuff]

in reference to the have you read LO poll by god have I tried but god. God...

A vicious cycle. I go okay I really do need to plow through more of it if I'm gonna hang around the ULO reddit, and then I step on the comically placed rake. I can't do a complete skip thing bc I'll be too disorientated on where I'm at in the plot but my brain only tolerates it up until she declares she's missing her dick appointment and like, girl. Please. You committed mass murder (if not genocide) and this is a slap on the wrist considering, let alone that your moms got the worse end of the deal.

Why it's that specific moment idk but the bottom just drops out for me and it's soooo fucking stupid because like, she couldn't have just... bitched about being stuck with hard labor? That's the bitchy shit I'd sort of expect from a privileged nepo baby and even barring the twue wuv story going on it's her actual biggest issue going on right then. What she's presently living out. But yeah no, horny, we gotta establish that she's horny. Okay.

Sorry about the borderline vent over it there's just enough really interesting thoughts mixed up in the pile of flaming garbage to make one go rabid if they stew on it, and you clearly get that given the rewrite. Have a good day.

omg i've had that exact sort of thing happen with me before too tho, not in quite the exact same sense of like, "wanting to take part in a community but struggling to get through the source material it's based on", but there are like, so many webtoons and manga and stories I've tried to read - after being urged to by pals and people who read them - that I've dropped after multiple attempts of trying to read them. And they're not necessarily dumpster fires like LO (though some of them definitely aren't great) it's more like I'm sitting there wondering "when's this gonna get good? when's this gonna be worth all the hype?" Tower of God is the biggest one that comes to mind, I have tried to read that webtoon on SEVERAL occasions and I just can't justify trudging through all those early episodes for it to maybe "get good". And that's not even me saying it's bad, it's just not interesting to me in the slightest. No hate to anyone who likes ToG, I think I've also sorta drifted away from shonen over the years so that's definitely not helping, but I just can't be bothered to try and read that webtoon anymore, I've given it so many attempts and I'm doing lmao Kudos to the creator though because it's a LOT of work to make a webtoon of that length and they should be proud of that.

Back on the topic of LO though, yeah, I was following the comic when that episode was still brand new and it really made us all go 🤨 because of how out-of-pocket it was. And then like an episode (or two?) later she bullied a former classmate of hers from 10 years ago at his job. That was the precedent for Persephone's character that was set for the third season of LO and it's just gotten worse as it's gone on.

Either way, if I'm being honest, you're really not missing much by skipping over the majority of S3 (like, if you made it to the dick appointment episode before giving up then you're already pretty close to the current point in the story). Like I'm not gonna lie, you could easily skip up to the midseason cutoff point because everything leading up to that is just a bunch of nothing. Hades and Persephone get married and it's the most underwhelming scene ever despite it being the moment people had been waiting years for, also they 'adopt' Dionysus but he's barely in the comic except for when Rachel remembers he's a character so you could also get by on minimal details. Oh yeah, and it turns out Demeter had a kid during the 10 year time skip who we see in like two episodes and then proceeds to get fridged forever.

So yeah, as much as I'd recommend people read LO as a sort of "entry ticket" into the crit community surrounding it, S3 is a lot of nothing and you would frankly not miss out on a thing if you skimmed it or skipped the middle portion of it entirely lmao

#so much of S3 of LO is that scene from austin powers #“you're not missing anything i looked into it” #“there's a gas shortage and a flock of seagulls” #“that's about it” #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore olympus critical #anti lore olympus #lo critical

[blog-name-idk]

The Benefit of the Doubt | 02

Beautiful banner by @persphonesorchid

Pairing: fuckboy!Taehyung x Fem musician!Reader (eventual x dancer!Jimin)

Genre: College!AU, Friends with Benefits, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: It's your senior year, and you're too busy with auditions and recordings for relationships. You're certainly too busy to get your heart broken, whether by your charming fuck buddy or the sweet, beautiful boy who is slowly dancing his way into your heart.

Word Count: 4,724

Warnings: Smut, fuckbaby Taehyung

AN: Posting this since it's already written, I'm feeling a little manic, and you degenerates always like smut. Anyway now we're in the weeds of me actually having to write the next chapter so RIP see this back in like a month or two probably.

~~~~~

You glared at your ex-best friend while the two other boys eyed each other like two wary house cats and geared up to play. He just gave you an infuriating smirk and you resisted the urge to stuff your ping pong ball down his throat.

"You're the fucking worst," you hissed under your breath, turning away from him to face a grinning Taehyung. Of course he had won. Jungkook slunk away with a pout and went to sit sullenly on the couch, where he was quickly joined by the girls he had been talking to earlier.

You handed Taehyung the ball, pointedly ignoring the warmth of his touch when your fingers brushed his. Your eyes met, and you were grateful he couldn't see the way your stomach fluttered at his smoldering gaze. Had he somehow gotten more handsome since you'd seen him in the kitchen?

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, and you fought the shudder that tried to run down your spine at the sensation of his hot breath on your skin.

"Wish me luck," he murmured, before turning towards the team on the other side of the table who frankly looked like they had given up ages ago. His tongue flicked to wet his lips as he aimed, and you tried not to lick your own.

As soon as the ball left Taehyung's fingers, you realized that you wanted it to land. When it splashed into the final cup, he turned to smile at you and you did your best to look annoyed.

"A deal's a deal," said Eunbae, and promptly shoved you towards Taehyung. You yelped and toppled forward, your buzzed state making it impossible for you to keep your balance, and landed right in Taehyung's waiting arms.

"Falling for me already?" he teased, breath huffing over your ear and giving you goosebumps. You groaned at the cliché line and pushed him away despite the way your body wanted to melt into his.

"You're a lot cuter when you keep your mouth shut," you told him, rolling your eyes. You grabbed his hand and began leading him away from the table.

"Oh? You already want to go somewhere more private?"

"Oh my god," you groaned, regretting this already. "I'm not about to kiss you in front of Eunbae. Now shut up before I change my mind."

Taehyung smirked, but remained silent and followed you obediently out of the apartment. The hall was empty, and when you shut the door you could barely hear the music from inside. It felt much more intimate to be alone with him like this, without the party atmosphere to buffer your interactions.

The way Taehyung was staring at you like you were the only other person in the world wasn't helping. You gazed back at him, suddenly nervous and irritated at the feeling. He was the one pursuing you, so why did you suddenly feel the need to impress him?

Oh yeah, because you were a competitive, perfectionist bitch. Even if you hadn't found him to be unbelievably attractive, you'd still take the penalty seriously. Beer pong bets were nothing to take lightly. So you were going to kiss the absolute shit out of Taehyung and make him beg for more. It was a matter of pride.

His eyes widened when you stepped closer and pushed him lightly against the wall. He clearly hadn't been expecting you to actually go through with it.

"You paid your penalty," you said with a shrug, stepping closer and running your hands down his chest. "So why wouldn't I?"

"Are you saying kissing me is a penalty?" asked Taehyung, a cute pout appearing on his face. Despite the complaint in his voice, he reached forward to rest loosely on your hips. You smiled, appreciating the way he wasn't physically pushing for more.

"Well I'm about to find out," you responded lightly, resting your hands on his shoulders to help your balance as you went on tiptoe. You leaned forward to press your lips against his, and he pulled you closer as you relaxed into his body.

Taehyung's mouth was just as plush and soft as it looked, and he tasted sweet from whatever he had been drinking earlier. You let your fingers thread into his soft, fluffy locks as you deepened the kiss, and his grip on you tightened.

You raked your nails lightly against his scalp, enjoying the way he shuddered against you. When you gave his hair a light tug, a groan escaped his lips and you took the opportunity to swipe your tongue into his mouth in slow licks.

Taehyung let out a growl that made your thighs clench before one of his own hands tangled into your hair to crush your lips harder against his. His tongue mapped its way roughly through your mouth and you moaned, melting against him.

He was a shockingly amazing kisser, and you could feel your self control begin to slip. You gave his hair a light tug, half for his enjoyment and half to help ground yourself against the steady heat seeping into your core, and he let out another groan against your lips.

"Something wrong?" you asked innocently, leaving his mouth only to press open-mouthed kisses along his neck and jawline. You pressed your body harder against him, grinding your hips ever so slightly against his growing erection, and the hand still on your hip slid back to grab your ass.

"Fuck," he choked as you began to suck and nibble the skin where his neck met his shoulder. The husky rasp of his voice sent tingles between your legs, and you knew you had to stop soon before you lost yourself completely. You still couldn't help yourself from going back in for another taste of his sweeter than sweet mouth, running your tongue lightly over his lower lip before sucking on it lightly. The hand on your backside squeezed hard and you rolled your hips against his before pushing away with the last remaining traces of your dignity.

"I guess that wasn't so bad," you said nonchalantly, knowing you were slightly out of breath and that your cheeks were flushed. Taehyung stared back at you with impossibly dark, mesmerizing eyes, his mouth slightly parted and his bottom lip deliciously swollen. He leaned forward to kiss you again and you slid out of his grip with a grin that hid how much he had affected you.

"Wait - " he began, jaw dropping as you opened the door to the apartment.

"See you around," you said over your shoulder, closing the door behind you and cutting off whatever he had been about to say. You made eye contact with an obnoxiously smug looking Eunbae and flipped him off before searching for the bathroom. You needed to cool the fuck off.

~~~~~

The door shut behind you, and for a moment all Taehyung could do was stand there, dumbfounded and impossibly horny. What the hell had just happened?

He stared at the apartment door, half expecting you to come back out and finish what you had started. When it became clear nothing of the sort was going to happen, he glanced around the hall before adjusting himself in his now uncomfortably tight jeans. Damn, you were driving him up the wall. But it would make finally fucking you worth it.

When Taehyung re-entered the loud apartment, he looked around to see that you were nowhere to be found. Jungkook was at least thoroughly occupied getting his face eaten by one of the girls from earlier, so that was one less thing for him to keep track of.

Your guy friend was still at the beer pong table, and the two girls in your initial party had joined him. He decided to go pee before looking for you, and made his way through the throng of people to the side hall, which was remarkably clear of people.

As soon as Taehyung's hand landed on the doorknob, the door swung open and someone very soft and warm ran straight into his chest.

"Oh shit, sorry, I -" your stammered apologies trailed off when you looked up and realized just who you had walked into.

"Long time no see," he said with a grin, looking into your wide eyes and drinking in your flushed cheeks. He had clearly caught you off guard, because for once you had no comeback. He glanced behind him to see the hall was still clear and tentatively wrapped an arm around you, drawing you closer. You didn't protest, and he smirked as he leaned in to capture your already swollen lips with his own.

They were just as soft and sweet as earlier, and the tiny whimper you let escape your throat sent fire racing through him. He had a feeling you weren't quite as unaffected as you had let on, and the ragged gasp you let out when he sucked your lower lip between his teeth was all the encouragement he needed to steer you backwards into the bathroom. He locked it behind him without looking, backing you up against the counter as he ravaged your mouth.

"You're being very presumptuous," you gasped between kisses, even as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. Taehyung grinned against your lips, snaking his hands under your thighs to boost you onto the counter and swallowing your surprised squeak with another kiss.

"And you're being very cute, acting like you're not into this," he retorted, pulling you to the edge and smirking when you wrapped your legs around his waist. You shut him up by tangling your fingers in his shirt to pull him towards your eager lips, and for a while he let himself drown in your hot mouth and soft skin, groaning when your legs tightened around him. The friction of his erection against your crotch was just enough to tease without being satisfying, and his hands drifted toward the button of your jeans. Only for you to pull back and swat his hands away.

He gave you his best pout, wondering how you could still have self control when you looked just as thoroughly wrecked as he was. Your lips were red and swollen, you were panting slightly, your pupils were blown wide as you stared at him, and he wanted to eat you up.

"I'm still not fucking you in a bathroom," you insisted, trying to look stern but only managing a cute pout instead. Taehyung found himself endeared rather than annoyed, and he leaned in to kiss you again.

"What about my place?" he asked against your ear, feeling you shiver when he gave it a little nibble. Then you shoved him off of you and he worried he'd gone too far. Until you gave him your own smirk and took his hand.

"Let's go."

~~~~~

The walk to Taehyung's apartment could have cooled you off, but every few steps he had tugged you towards him to devour your lips as if he couldn't get enough, and you were more than willing to oblige. You were a mere human - there was only so long you could stave off temptation, even when other drunk partiers hooted at the two of you.

He really was a disgustingly good kisser, and by the time he locked the door behind him you were more than willing to let him disappoint you. As soon as he turned around again you pounced, shoving him against the door as you crashed your lips against his again.

"Roommates?" you asked breathlessly against his mouth as his hands snaked down to squeeze your ass with eager hands.

"Nope, it's a studio," he responded just as urgently before he was on you again, making you dizzy as he ravaged every inch of your mouth. You weren't sure how long the two of you were pressed against the door, but finally you broke away, unable to ignore the ache between your legs any longer.

"Take your clothes off," you ordered, though your voice was far too breathy to actually sound authoritative. He grinned, expression sharp and far more feral than you had ever seen, before he surged forward to paint your neck with wet open-mouthed kisses. You whimpered, too swept up in the heat of his lips to realize he was steering you backwards until your knees hit something soft and you toppled backwards onto his bed.

Taehyung laughed at your squeak of surprise even as he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside before crawling towards you. You licked your lips as you drank in the glorious expanse of golden skin on display.

"Fair's fair?" he asked innocently, hands drifting towards the hem of your own top. You grinned back at him, sure that your own expression matched the hunger in his.

"Sure," you agreed, pushing him back and yanking your shirt off. You wriggled out of your jeans for good measure and he groaned.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled, eyes heated as his tongue snaked out to swipe across his plump lips.

"You're okay," you responded, knowing that was possibly the biggest understatement you had ever made in your life. He loomed above you like a dark angel, pupils blown wide, hair in disarray, and looking absolutely delicious. By the way his lips twitched, he knew you weren't being entirely truthful.

"Sure," he said with a shrug before swooping in to pepper your skin with more nips and sucks. One of his hands skimmed up your side to mold over your breast and you arched into his touch, letting out a quiet moan when he pinched your nipple through your bra. Then his other hand snaked its way between your legs to cup your aching core and you gasped.

"You get this wet for people who are just 'okay'?" Taehyung asked, eyes predatory as he dragged his fingers across the soaked fabric. You huffed at his teasing motion before grabbing his hand and shoving it firmly against your entrance, pushing aside your underwear so he could feel you in your entirety. He clearly hadn't expected you to be so assertive, and his jaw fell open as you ground your hips shamelessly against his palm.

"Holy shit," he choked, coming to his senses and sliding a thick finger past your slick walls. You mewled at the stretch, toes curling as you pressed his hand harder against you. "You're something else."

With that he went to work, slotting his lips messily against yours as he pressed another finger into you and giving a wicked twist. Fuck, maybe you had underestimated him, because he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.

"R-right there," you gasped against his mouth as he fingers crooked just so. He greedily swallowed the rest of your moans as he obeyed, and you found your hands digging into the meat of his shoulders for something to ground you.

Then he pulled his fingers out of you and sat back on his heels, leaving you empty, dripping, and confused. Your noise of protest died in your throat when he placed his two glistening fingers into his mouth, wicked eyes locked on yours as he sucked them clean. Oh fuck.

"Can I get a better taste, pretty girl?" he asked huskily, his tone making lighting shoot through your veins. Jesus fucking christ, you had definitely underestimated him.

"Go for it, pretty boy," you managed to breath, gaze riveted to his face as he dragged your underwear down your hips, pulling them off your ankles almost delicately. His own eyes were glued to yours as he dipped between your legs, and they gleamed with satisfaction at the way your breath hitched when he graced you with a slow, wet lick along your slit.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned against you, making your cheeks flush with warmth. Before you could reply, his perfect lips found your clit and you choked and yanked at his hair in surprise. It just seemed to spur him on further as he alternated between licks and sucks that had you babbling beneath him.

"Fuckfuckfuck, don't stop, fuck," you cursed, as you neared the edge, barely aware of what you were saying. He groaned, holding your bucking hips down with strong hands as he obeyed, lapping at you like a man starved. Your orgasm crashed over you, forcing a strangled gasp out of your throat as your thighs locked around Taehyung's gorgeous head. He kept going, taking everything you had to offer, and when you tried to push him away he shook his head with a sinful grin.

"You made me work for this, I've earned it," he grunted, giving you the tiniest reprieve before he went back to flicking your oversensitive bud with his evil tongue. You gave his fluffy locks another weak tug before falling back limply, helpless as the lightning jolts began to ease back into pleasure.

"Oh my god," you whimpered, chest rising and falling in sharp pants as you felt your stomach begin to tighten again. He pressed his fingers back into you, tearing a wordless cry from your throat when he found that same spot as earlier.

"Fuck, stopstopstop," you choked, making him freeze and pull away, looking at you with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a hint of panic lacing his voice.

"Fuck me," you managed to gasp, propping yourself up on shaky elbows. "Now."

Taehyung's face morphed into an interestingly handsome mixture of relieved, turned on, and annoyed.

"You scared the shit out of me," he grumbled, making you smile as you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I want to cum on your dick," you replied innocently, as the hooks sprang free and you tossed your last remaining article of clothing aside. He swallowed hard, and you watched his Adam's apple bob before you turned around to rest on your elbows and knees.

"Pleaaaaaaaase?" you begged prettily, looking behind you and pushing your butt up towards him with an inviting wiggle. Taehyung's eyes had gone hard and dark, filled with something primal that sent more heat racing between your legs.

"You are asking for it," he rumbled, voice low and rich and heady as he ripped off his pants, pausing only to remove a foil packet from a pocket. His briefs followed, and your own eyes went wide as his cock sprang free.

"What the fuck?" you blurted, staring as your brain struggled to comprehend the existence of a man who was gorgeous, knew his way around female anatomy, and had a giant dick. Was your life a bad romance novel or something? Well, you weren't about to complain.

"Can't say I've gotten that reaction before," Taehyung replied with a snort as he tore open the packet and pinched the tip of the condom before rolling it over his length. Then he paused, eyeing your expression. "You still good?"

"Oh my god just fuck me already," you whined obnoxiously, making him chuckle. You had asked for it, after all.

"You are so-fuck." His reply died in his throat as you snaked your hand between your legs to spread your dripping folds to show him how ready you were. He couldn't scramble toward you fast enough, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip as he guided himself along your entrance with his other hand. You whimpered when his thick tip pressed against you, giving another wiggle that helped him slip one tantalizing inch.

"Who would've thought you're such a little slut?" he hissed, sounding strained as he pushed into you. You couldn't respond, breath caught in your throat as your walls struggled to accommodate his girth. Your head fell forward to rest on the sheets, even as you pressed your ass back against him, silently begging him onward. "Acting like you didn't want this."

You inhaled sharply when his hand came down to rub at your clit, distracting you from the burning stretch while your walls split open for him. By the time his pelvis was snug around your ass, you were panting and quivering, and his fingers were digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, and you were done waiting.

"T-Taehyung," you managed in a shaky voice, unable to take it anymore. "Fucking move."

His nails dug into your soft skin harder, making you hiss, before he pulled out so just his thick head was resting at your entrance. Then he snapped his hips forward and you cried out, fisting the sheets.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled into your ear as he began pumping into you at an excruciatingly slow, mouthwateringly hard pace. You could barely breathe through the delicious way he was stretching you out, and time vanished as he fucked you more thoroughly than you'd ever been fucked in your entire life.

"Taehyung!," you wailed, legs shaking as you did your best to press your ass against him. Taehyung groaned as your walls clenched around his cock, tumbling forward so his back was flush against yours. He began to rub insistent circles around your clit and your knees gave way, trapping his hand between your legs as he fell with you.

"Didn't you want to cum on my dick?" he panted, positively driving you into the mattress and fucking you against his hand. You could barely breathe, face pressed into the sheets and positively consumed by scalding heat. Then he angled his palm up so your swollen bud was grinding against it more insistently and you thought you might die. "Come on, pretty girl."

It was impossible not to obey, not when heat and pleasure was devouring you in an inexorable wave you couldn't avoid even if you wanted to. Your muscles tensed and you went taut against his chest as you went under, gasping something incoherent as your walls spasmed around him. Taehyung hissed and began pumping into you in furious thrusts as he chased his own release.

"Shit, you're so hot, so fucking - fuck," he groaned, grinding his hips hard against you as his cock pulsed inside your still twitching walls. You whined weakly as collapsed on top of you, his weight crushing the air out of your lungs.

"Give me a sec," he grumbled into your neck, though he shifted onto an elbow so you could breathe. "Jesus fuck."

You let out a feeble giggle as you caught your own breath.

"Yeah, that was…" you trailed off, unsure of what to say. Taehyung finally rolled off of you, though, he wrapped his arm around your waist to spoon you from behind.

"Fucking awesome?" he asked smugly, making you roll your eyes.

"As much as I hate to feed that giant ego of yours, yeah," you replied with a sigh, snuggling back against him despite your faux-irritation. He inhaled behind you and you elbowed him lightly in the stomach. "Don't say anything about other giant things."

"You're no fun," he grumbled, and you could hear the pout in his voice. He shifted off the bed to head to what was presumably his bathroom and you decided it was probably better not to get too comfy.

By the time he came back out you had gathered your clothes from the corners of his apartment and were eyeing your cold, damp underwear distastefully as you contemplated suffering through wearing jeans commando.

"What are you doing?"

You looked at him in confusion and saw your expression mirrored in his eyes.

"Uh… getting ready to leave?" you replied, cocking your head. He frowned, walking over to you and plucking the fabric out of your hand.

"It's late, just stay here," Taehyung insisted, dropping your underwear on top of your other clothes and flopping backwards onto his bed ungracefully. You held back a giggle as his… Taedong… also flopped. He held out his arms invitingly, and gave you the most devastating puppy dog eyes you had ever seen. "Come on, it's comfyyy. I'm comfy!"

"You are a very strange fuckboy," you said, shaking your head as you succumbed to his cuteness and climbed back into his bed. He pulled you closer, and you felt your own eyelids beginning to grow heavy as his warmth draped over you like a blanket.

"I get that a lot."

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Taehyung was a fucking koala. You loved cuddling as much as the next person, but how the hell were you supposed to sneak out and avoid awkward morning after conversations when he was glued to your body?

It didn't help that your sleepy, mildly hungover brain wanted to sink into his arms and go back to sleep. You weren't sure how he still smelled so nice after a night of beer and other sweat-inducing activities, yet his scent enveloped you in an embrace as warm as his arms. You tried to shift out of his grip and roll off of the bed, but he somehow managed to tangle you in his octopus arms and pull you back so your back was flush against his chest.

You groaned internally, trying to ignore the way his hand landed on your upper thigh, tantalizingly close to an area that had begun to ache at the feeling of his naked body against yours. Focus. You had to focus.

Maybe you could replace your body with a pillow like that trick in Friends? You shifted, trying to shimmy slightly out of his grip. Then your butt brushed against something hard and you froze as you heard Taehyung give a sleepy groan behind you.

"'S too early to wake up," he slurred in a husky voice. The raspy rumble unfortunately sent another spark of heat coursing through your veins, and you couldn't resist another wiggle against his morning wood.

"Nevermind, it's not too early," he said immediately, sounding slightly more alert as he rubbed his hips against your ass. You snorted, amused despite the situation, and rolled away now that his grip on you had loosened. "Noooooo! Where are you going?"

Oh dear lord, the fuckboy was a fuckbaby. And unfortunately it was really fucking cute.

"Home," you replied, trying to stay strong as he looked at you with sleepy, devastated eyes.

"But…" He looked down at his dick and you were torn between the urge to laugh and facepalm. Taehyung was certainly Taehung but it was definitely time to get out of there.

"Wow, your game is off in the mornings," you observed in amusement as you found your clothes. You grimaced at your underwear before putting it on, resolving to shower as soon as you made it home. Then you began to pull on your jeans, but when you straightened to pull them up your back hit a warm, solid chest.

"It's cute when you act all aloof," Taehyung murmured into your ear, hands skimming your bare waist before hugging you against his body. His lips dipped to skim your neck and you found yourself gripping his arms for support as you tried to keep your head on straight.

"I'm not acting," you retorted, though your breath hitched when one large hand trailed up to brush a thumb over your hardening nipple. Taehyung's teeth nipped your neck and you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as his tongue immediately soothed the bite.

"Come on, pretty girl," he crooned against your jaw, peppering kisses up and down the skin you hadn't realized you had tilted your head to expose. "I had a great time. Why don't we keep this going? I haven't gotten nearly enough of you yet."

Well fuck, he had certainly woken up enough to turn on the charm.

"Like, after today?" you asked confusedly, trying to stay rational as Taehyung worked to bring out your inner ho at frightening speed. He palmed your breast, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger as he hummed an assent. His other hand dipped into your still-unbuttoned jeans to cup your core teasingly, and you licked your lips.

"Yeah, like friends with benefits or whatever," he agreed, dragging his fingers against your now twice-ruined underwear. You sagged against him, suddenly worried your knees might refuse to hold your weight, and he propped you up easily.

"Fuck, you're annoying," you muttered, earning an indignant noise before you turned around and shoved Taehyung back onto his bed. "Fine, but no friends, only benefits."

"Damn, you really are the coolest."

~~~~~

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#kim taehyung x reader #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fanfic #bts smut #the benefit of the doubt #bts taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut

[russosafehaven]

Setbacks - 13

Pairing: Jigsaw!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Content: Amy and Miles playing cupid, reader gets shot, Krista in her villain era, slightly obsessive!Billy, SH, Manipulation, Suicide, Light torture

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

Setbacks Taglist: @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

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Amy: i know you have school or whatever but do you reckon if y/n got kidnapped billy would finally confess?

Miles: ….

Miles: excuse me-?

Amy: well my dear friend

Amy: you know the crazy therapist curtis mentioned last time you were here?

Miles: yeah?

Amy: yeah well she kidnapped y/n and frank, billy and curtis weren’t here but she knocked me out and so yeah

Miles: you couldn’t have led with that huh?

Amy: no not at all

Despite the casualty of Amy’s messages she was terrified for the woman. When the young blonde looked at the older girl she saw her future. What she could turn into if she kept running from her problems. It scared Amy right down to the core and Miles had become her best friend to talk about it with. The two had a lot of similarities besides coming from different backgrounds.

Miles: Ma’s signed me out, i’m on my way ames

She smiled at this, Amy had met Miles parents when he brought them over. His father wasn’t impressed he was working with the Punisher but respected it. Not turning Frank into the station.

When the car pulled up and Billy climbed out Amy started to panic. She didn’t know how to tell the man without him freaking out. So she went to Curtis first, pulling him to the side.

“The crazy therapist lady you mentioned? Krista Dumont? Yeah well she showed up earlier knocked me out and the kidnapped Y/N and I don’t wanna tell Billy cause I can’t handle him yelling at me because frankly when it comes to her he’s terrifying”

The abandoned building Krista was keeping you at was something to the least. It wasn’t until you saw a burnt sign with the name Anvil on it that it clicked. She’d brought you to Billy’s old business.

“Look at you, such a weak little thing. Barely put up a fight. Doubt you could handle Billy’s temper”

You tried to remember what Curtis told you, that she just wanted to get in your head. Unfortunately your childhood had left you vulnerable to manipulation even if you could detect it. A soft hand came up to your arms, trailing over the bandages.

“No wonder Billy went for you. You’re broken just like he is. Tell me, do you like it when you cut yourself? Do you like the way it gets William all riled up?”

Tugging your hands you tried to leave the chair but she had tied you down firmly. A laugh escaped her as she looked at you.

“You can’t escape little one, I’ve yet to have my way with you. Billy doesn’t deserve a maniac like you, he deserves me. I can help him, I can fix him. You’ll just kill yourself and take him with you. You’ll be a murderer”

The words stung as did the tears that edged along your cheeks did. Your face was grazed from hitting the floor when Krista chloroformed you and it hurt like a bitch.

“I’m not a monster…”

It was a pathetic attempt at speaking. Your mind was still fragile but you wouldn’t let Krista win. You couldn’t let her win. Silently you prayed to an unknown God that Billy would find you, that he’d save you and hold onto you as you wept. It was a pipe dream at best, you’d be dead long before Billy found you.

Hours passed as Krista egged you on. Manipulating you until she finally let you go. The only reason she did was because Billy had arrived. You hadn’t even seen him as she gave you the order. Taking the knife she had given you it plunged into your left wrist, splitting the veins open and watching as the blood poured down on the concrete.

Billy ran over, catching your body as you fell. He ripped his jacket off and tied it around your slit wrist. Frank walked over, taking your body off of him and rushing you to Curtis. He knew what his brother wanted to do and Krista looked horrified. She turned to run away but like a panther he pounced. Pummelling her face as a means of revenge. You weren’t completely out yet and you could see Billy attacking the woman. Even if it was all a hazy blur. He kept going, ravaging her until she fell limp and blood poured from every crevice.

When Billy returned to the van he was drenched in blood. A mixture of his, Krista’s and yours. Miles handed him a towel and Amy watched with horror. She was reminded of the night Frank came back in similar condition when they were staying at Madani’s. From besides the blonde sat Micro, he had offered to help find you as a way to help Frank.

The drive to the warehouse everyone remained silent. As soon as Frank pulled in Billy rushed to the shower. Wanting to rid himself of Dumont, she was gone and couldn’t hurt him anymore. His heart ached for you, wondering what the woman had told you.

Back in the makeshift living room you were awake, sitting on the floor playing Uno with Micro, Miles, Amy, Sarah, Leo and Zac. You’d learnt that Sarah was Micro’s wife, Leo was their eldest and Zac their youngest. Despite their age the kids knew of Frank’s activities and had witness it firsthand. Zac had taken an instant liking to you due to your broad knowledge of shows he liked. In a way he was the little sibling you always wanted but never got.

The rest of the night was peaceful… or as peaceful as you could get with several vigilantes living in the same building. When Billy finally came out of the bathroom to get something to eat he went straight for you. Sitting down on the floor and pulling you into lap.

His arms wrapped around you and occasionally he’d tell you what card to put down. It led to you winning more often than not and Miles playfully called you a cheater.

Billy took on of your cards, throwing it at Miles. As the boy retaliated everyone started laughing. Looking down to the new stitches on your arms you realised just how much your addiction harmed others. It wasn’t only you in pain, it wasn’t only you who hated it. It was everyone who cared about you.

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #the punisher #x reader #billy russo fluff #billy russo angst #billy russo x yn

[beoneofus]

𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

fandom: the lost boys

marko x fem! reader

length: long

warnings: nsfw, slightly bratty reader, choking/breath play, man handling ( consensual ), hand cuff use, dirty talk, degrading, praise, sadistic/dominant marko, throat fucking, big saliva mention, breeding mention, overall very fucking dirty. slight fluff at the end.

a/n: I'm feeling like a dirty bitch right now LMFAO so have this. dedicated to @smenny cause that's my whore ;). also, excessive use of dirty talk - sorry if you cringe a bit LMAO. / ps. slightly edited but not fully proof read. sorry for any errors! /

( semi-unedited, 5.8.22 )

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“ what did I tell you about mouthing off to me? ”

a small cry of pain, mixed with pleasure, rang through the air while the scraping of metal joined in; tone of pitch sounding feminine and rather high. the neediness in the girl's tone though, was not missed; simply over layered by the dainty coverage of her pitiful yell.

while she wriggled about, knees shuffling to attempt a kneeling position, feet moving back and forth speedily, the silver securing her wrists digged into her skin uncomfortably. the chains along the newly wedded handcuffs jingled, but only barely, seeing as one wrist was crossed over the other; the small link twisting along with the position.

“ let me- ” she hissed, jutting her chin out, only to dig it into the old mattress below her roughly once she tried to push up onto her kneecaps once more. “ — go! let me go, marko! this isn't fair! ” y/n whined, trying her best to find a comfortable settling. she was failing, though; only succeeding with rubbing her thighs together harshly, which resulted in the heat between her legs, to warm up. trying her best to ignore it, the girl continued to complain, “ I swear to fucking go- ”

thwap!

she froze mid-wiggle, her eyes widening. a firm slap had been given to her ass, the hand now staying securely in place; fingers curling around the cheeky, clothed flesh only to give it a nice, tight squeeze. face flaring up hotly, the female jotted her eyes to the left; trying her best to get a glimpse of the culprit behind her. she knew marko all too well, meaning he either was slyly smirking at her like a smug, deranged bastard, or blankly staring, hoping to get her nerves up. she was hoping for the first option; monotone marko was never good, and quite frankly, scary.

“ good girls don't swear, y/n.. ” body jolting in surprise, the young woman slowly narrowed her eyes once she felt marko's breath fanning against the back of her ear; his haunting, deep chuckle sending a rather chilling shiver up her spinal cord. he was being a sadistic little fucker, right now.. but god, was it sexy.

“ fuck you! ” she quietly, yet sharply bit back; tone aggressive and filled with belligerence. y/n was not one to hold her tongue - instead, even in bad situations, she spoke her mind without a second thought. unsurprisingly, that's how she ended up in this situation here.

“ oh, trust me, doll.. ” lips grazing the shell of her ear, fangs nipping the rightful tip of the back, she slightly winced; whimpering nearly inaudibly from the discomfort of the newly tore skin marko left behind. “ - I will be fucking you. ” he hissed, silently snickering into her ear after a lick was given over the penetration. when she felt his presence leave from behind her, she huffed through her nose, hoping he was only trying to scare her... but oh, how wrong she was.

when both of her upper thighs were grabbed, held in a vice grip by two, strong armed hands, y/n's eyes slightly widened in alarm. she had no time to react before she was being pulled back. a tiny yelp escaping her lips, she stilled once the globe of her backside pressed against the lower stomach of the man that kept her hostage. was he really not joking? no, dearest, he was not.

“ y'gonna' apologize to me, angel? ” marko hummed, running a flat palm over the silky surface of the shorts that hugged her lower half. the scarlet red fabric was such a fucking tease to him; she knew he loved that color, and yet she dared to wear something so revealing in his presence while said shade seeped into the clothing article. “ only good girls can get out of this situation. ”

was she a good girl? hell no. good girls obeyed and listened, she did not - she will not. y/n is her own person, not some fucking dog.

“ piss off, ” she spat, angling her head to where she could glare forward, while her chin rested into the bunched up sheets below her. “ I'm not a fucking puppet, marko - I won't listen to your every command. ”

that seemed to be a very bad choice of words. by the way his caressing hand motion stopped, and the air around them seemed to still into an eerie silence, y/n knew she had said the wrong thing. she seemed to do that a lot, but usually she'd pay no mind; it was her mouth, she could say what the hell she pleased. but as of now, the girl seemed royally screwed.

sweat collecting at the space between her brows in nervousness, she was ready to speak again, up until another yell of surprised was ripped from out of her. once a hand firmly wrapped around her throat and her body was jerked upwards, back being forced to press against a toned yet small chest, the wind was knocked out of her. not by a hit, nor a few words; by the grip around her neck and the thumb pressing into her racing pulse point.

“ i'll say it again.. ” marko's voice finally filled the deafening air, sharp with agitation and low patience. if she could look at him, he'd most likely look annoyed or angered. “ are you going to apologize to me, and be a good little bitch, or am I going ta' have t' fuck the damn brat out of you? ” she could feel as pricked teeth grazed over her ear lobe, right before lips wrapped around the piece; mouth closing down to form a gentle nibble. she nearly let out a pleased whimper, but stopped herself.

tugging away before releasing, smirking in satisfaction once he saw her lips twist in clarity, marko licked a small stripe up her jawlines curve. “ the choice is yours, doll. I suggest making the right one, though. ” once his tongue retracted back between his teeth, the vampire grinned deviously at her; enjoying how she looked nearly frightened, as she eyed him from her perennial vision. “ otherwise, you might not be able to walk for a while. ”

y/n knew she was on the clock with this one... by the way her lover spoke, voice filled with malice and a craving to give out a well acquainted punishment, it was no secret that speaking in general would be the wrong choice. her tone could be off, or one small word could be pronounced a little too sharply, and she'd receive what ever he had in mind - choosing to be a silent lamb would best help her case.. that is, if he didn't decide to be a little twisted maniac.

marko watched with steady eyes as her own dragged to look forward; narrowing to heatedly stare at the chipped headboard that rested at the upper end of the bed. although he waited second, minutes.. nothing came out of her mouth. her mind had been made up - she wasn't going to speak, wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of playing her cards wrong... she just wasn't going to utter a word at all. although marko was usually goofy and such, he definitely was no dummy; observing can go a long way. staring a her alone, told him what he needed to know.

“ not gonna' speak? ” he mumbled, face dangerously close to the female's own. by the way her lips slightly twitched, he could tell it was killing the girl not to say something. but marko knew y/n all too well; even if she wanted to speak, she wouldn't, just so she could rub it in his face that she was, in some way, better than him.

“ alright.. ” the hand circling her jaw structure only seemed to tighten; the rim around the thumb to forefinger becoming a little much to handle, while the nail of his thumb dug into the space under her jawline's curve bone, sharply. because of the action, her lids began to droop just the slightest bit; slight heat traveling up her neck and into her cheeks from the slow of blood flow. y/n still refused to peep even a single sound, which is why marko smirked widely; leaning a tad closer, nose brushing against her cheek. “ I have the upper hand here, angel... ” the blonde breathed heavily, breath fanning against her skin. “ give me what I want, and I'll happily let you go. wouldn't want you to pass out on me, now would we? ”

knowing that he definitely would choke her until her vision grew dark, y/n most likely had a better chance at winning this, now, by just talking. just giving in, and saying sorry. but that'd mean letting him win, and she despised letting him win their small quarrels - it made her feel below him, and she hated that feeling. what she didn't know, though, is that is exactly one of the reason's marko came to love her.

“ come on, baby.. ” the male's voice had sunk to a raspy, panty dropping volume, leaving y/n's thighs to nearly shake in excitement. although she was stubborn, that didn't mean her boyfriend didn't turn her on; he did all the time, which is part of the reason he was such a fucking bastard. “ just give in. I know y'wanna' talk. ”

and she did. god she did. it wasn't until his hand began to tighten once more, leaving her eye sight to become fuzzy, that she finally decided to speak.

“ 'm sorry.. ” she uttered out, voice incredibly strained. though, it did get his fingers to still. he hummed, listening to the young women as her eyes fell shut and nostrils flared from an attempted, large inhale. “ I shouldn't have gotten an... attitude with you - I'm.. sorry I did.. ” it was a little hard to continue talking, seeing her position, but she got the apology out nonetheless.

for a moment, the blonde was silent; hazel eyes, that had fallen to a dark green, staring her down quietly. darkly. daringly. if you had hearing that was heightened enough, you might even be able to hear the cogs whirring in marko's brain from the ideas he was brimming. that's why, minutes later, a grin broke out onto his lips; eyes holding that same manic look.

“ glad t'know you actually can listen. ” marko 's hues traveled down her face, to her neck, once he slowly began to loosen his hold on her throat. irises darted against the forming redness where his fingers are placed, studying it with satisfaction. “ too bad that you did it a little too late.. ”

y/n's eyes, that had been watching him the whole time, widened once that statement left his mouth. what the hell did he mean by that? “ wh- ” before she could even get the small question out, though, she was being flipped over. a gasp left her mouth once her back hit the bed; body bouncing slightly from the impact.

“ cute that you actually thought I'd let you go. ” an amused, dark chuckle rumbled out from marko's throat while his hands, the one now removed from her neck, firmly gripped her thighs; parting her legs open, so that her blazing, clothed heat was out in the air. while his hooded eyes trailed over her lower half, looking her over like a hungry wolf, his tongue swiped over his lips. “ you should know by now that I'd never do that, dolly. ”

the girl's breathing had becoming a little heavier as soon as her master mind of a boyfriend began speaking. he never failed to make the hairs on her arms stand at attention; eyes so filled with curiosity yet brain clouded with fear, that she could do nothing but stare so shakily. of course, though, it was all out of arousal. marko was a sadistic son of a bitch sometimes, and she knew this - everyone who knew him, did. that's why, even if she couldn't handle it in the beginning, she stuck around. this little vampire was everything she's ever wanted in a guy, and she'll be damned if she ever lost him.

“ y.. you won't do anything.. ” did she just stuffer? shit, she did. that'll forever be a thing she won't live down; marko won't let her. but by the large smirk it brought to the curly haired blonde's lips, she knew all too well it excited him. “ I won't? ” marko mused, tilting his head to the side just the slightest bit. “ you think I'd just let you get away with walking around in these, ” a single digit hooked under the lace trim of her shorts, only to tug roughly. “ while being a little bitch to me, and expect me not to do a thing about it? ”

his smirk completely dropped, the entertainment that was once behind his forest-y orbs now gone. “ you're wrong. ” his fingers drummed against her thighs lightly, before his palms drug upwards; sliding over the smoothness of her shorts, then over her bent knees and down to her calves, where a iron grip was given. pulling her forward harshly, marko breathed an amused noise once his girlfriend let out a tiny whimper. “ i'll tare you apart in every way, y/n. ”

his body bent forward, so that his upper half towered over her; the lowly lit lighting that was in the room, causing a dark shadow to cast over his baby-fied face, completely washing away any ounce of innocence that seemed to be left. “ don't think, even for a second, I'll go easy on you because we're together.. ” he spoke aggressively, in a hushed tone; not a single trace of a waver in his eyes nor voice. “ remember who you're involved with, baby. I'm no kitten - i'll drain you dry without a second thought. ”

It was no secret that marko could be heartless and cold at times, even to her, but it was also no secret that y/n was twisted herself. the way he spoke to her, no sympathy or lack of dominance in his voice whatsoever, it got her going; her thighs were trembling, just the slightest bit, with her clit now pulsating between her legs. by the way his nostrils were flaring, she knew he could smell her. that's exactly why he didn't falter in any of his steps.

biting her bottom lip, rolling it between her teeth, she watched as marko's orbs flickered down to stare at the appendage in want. his adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed, yet he didn't make a move to capture her awaiting lips. instead, while dragging his eyes up to meet hers once again, the male removed one of his hands off of her leg and snaked it forward.

digits pushed to her covered mound in a feather-like manner; touch light, but definitely not soft. it was a ghosted feel, giving her a small high yet not pleasing her in the slightest. it was enough to make y/n whine, finally, her head tilting back as she felt two of his finger tips drag along the outside of her wetness.

“ hm.. needy already? ” a small grin finally cracked over marko's lips, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle just a bit. “ look at you, you're such a slut for the way I fucking touch you. if you can even call this touching. ”

the bridge of his index and middle digit slid over, before pressing into the cloth that hid her away. the blonde continued to watch his lover, as her lips part barely half an inch; a small noise of want leaving her mouth. “ come on, baby.. use your words. ” he encouraged her, his ears twitching once he heard the cuffs scrape against one another from her arms moving about, into the mattress. they must be making her wrists go raw by now, but marko paid no mind to it. “ tell me what you want. ” his fingers didn't move further, nor back; opting to stay in the same position, only with small drumming proceeding.

“ please... ” the girl breathed out, head turning to the side to where her jugular veins popped; neck bone arching out in display. eyes flashing amber for a just a second, once he glanced down, marko hissed lowly. “ gotta' be more specific than that, doll. ” his lips upturned in a cruel manner. “ spit out what you fucking want, slut, or y'ain't gonna' get it. ”

licking her lips that had began to dry, y/n bucked her hips upwards; moving them forwards in a needy motion. she breathed a small moan, once she felt more pressure apply into her clothed lower half. “ please fuck me, marko.. ” her voice was low, sounding almost distant as if she was in a hypnosis. it was nice to hear from marko's end; he could listen to her like that all day. but he knew he had a job to do.

“ say it again.. ” the vampire mumbled, eyes focused on one of the pulsating veins in her neck that seemed to jump out whenever he spoke. he knew that was his doing, and he loved it.

“ please fuck me already! ” this time, her voice was more pitched; the whine sprouting from her dragging out, while her lower back slightly arched, causing her hips to lift. at that, marko growled, using his other hand to grip her hip and slam her waist back down into the sheets. holding her hips down, the impatient male lifted his eyes to look into her own; watching as her half-lidded, whore'd out orbs stared him down.

“ I want it.. I want your cock, ” y/n's lips trembled as she spoke. her ego had completely gone out the window by now, thoughts filled with nothing but the need to feel him inside of her. “ please give it to me, marko. I'll be a good girl, I promise. ”

oh, so now she wanted to be a good girl? now she wanted to listen? only reason she'd behave now, is because she was cock hungry and needed a release. he wanted to bury himself inside of her, he truly did, but marko knew he couldn't just give the bitch what she wants. she needed to earn it. “ you wanna' be my good girl, baby? ” the vampire urged out, lips trembling at the corners, threatening to break out into a devilish smirk. “ y'know good girls do whatever they're told, don't you? ”

while whimpering a little above normal volume, y/n nodded her head; attempting to break free of his weighed hold, by bucking her hips. It hasn't worked so far. “ yes.. yes, I know. ” she rushed out, whining in frustration once marko forced more pressure onto her hip bone; his thumb digging dangerously into the dip that led led to her pelvis. “ please, I'm begging, just fuck me! ”

marko could feel amusement filled laughter bubbling in his chest, but he held down the cackle that threatened to slip. “ mm.. in order to get what you want, I need to get what I want. ” y/n lifted her head just enough to glare at him, while she hissed through clenched teeth; a look of agitation on her visage. the look alone drove marko up the wall, but he still didn't drop the act. “ my needs come before yours, slut, ” his two fingers dragged further up the silky fabric. tips stopping at the place her covered bud was located, the blonde hummed, forcefully moving his digits forward; the blunt head of his two appendages applying more damage by pressing into the bundle of nerves.

by the way her panties dig into her aching flesh, accompanied by her lover's irritating touch, y/n was on the verge of actual tears. not from pain, but from the fact that her walls were tightening at the thought of having his dick in her. slamming into her, over and over again, until she was a crying, shaking mess. “ yes.. I know - I know they do. ” the female panted out, whole face practically on fire now. “ I'll do anything you want, ” as her eyes stared into marko's own, she could see the way interest sparked within them. “ anything. ”

for a moment, he was silent; eyes flickering away from his girlfriend's pathetic looking face while his tongue slid over his upper teeth. what exactly should he have her do? y/n was in wrapped around his finger, right now; he could have her do whatever he pleased... so many options; so many choices..

“ hm.. okay, ” after getting off of her, hand ghosting over her inner thigh once he was off of the bed, marko clicked his tongue at the young women. “ sit up and turn around, doll - let me take those cuffs off you. ”

eagerly, y/n complied with his demand. she pushed off of her backside to sit up successfully, before maneuvering her knees in a scooting manner, to turn herself around. once her bondaged hands were shown to him, the vampire brought a key out from within the back pocket of his old jeans, only to slide the teeth into each of the cuffs key slots. after the small ' click ' was heard on both, the metal dropped; marko snatching them up, simply to toss them to the floor afterwards.

y/n brought her wrists to her chest and rubbed at each of them, a small high leaving her upon feeling the irritated skin. it was slightly itchy, along with sore, all because of those damned handcuffs. stupid marko and his stupid ways.

“ now.. ” y/n felt as fingers wrapped around the back part of her spaghetti strapped, silky red tank top; gripping rather hard, before yanking her back. her bottom hit the heels of her feet, before her back slammed into marko's front; the latter grinning down at the suddenly shy girl who looked up at him. “ - I think you have a job to do, baby. you still want me to pound that pretty little pussy, right? ”

those words alone wanted to make her moan then and there, but she didn't; instead, choosing to swallow the sound, y/n nodded hesitantly. her eyes glued to his, while he took one of her hands and guided it to his belt. she knew exactly what he wanted, and he didn't have to say anything more, for she properly laid onto her back before her hands got to work at setting his growing length, free.

once her fingers wrapped around marko's length and released his member from it's confines, a smile of excitement lit up y/n's face; eyes just as bright, nearly dazzling with want. wasting no time, she scooted further to the edge, began to slowly move her hand up and down her boyfriend's length while her hair tumbled off of the foot of the bed; hanging freely and out of her face.

“ that'a girl.. ” the tight curls that framed his hairline bounced lightly, as marko angled his chin to tilt downwards, his now hooded eyes watching the female's every move; his cock hardening more under her grasp as the seconds ticked by. he loved how soft her palm felt pressed against his tightened akin, and how her noble digits guided at a generous pace. although he'd like for her to speed up the pace, the rhythm she held was very pleasing.

“ fuck... you look so good. ” y/n moaned out lowly once she pressed a kiss to small vein bulging out on the side of his girth. it earned her a small hiss from her lover, which made her grin happily; she loved pleasuring him. “ I can't wait until you're inside of me.. ” voice small and filled with mischief, y/n looked up at the vampire as she spoke; orbs holding his own and never looking away. she wanted him, needed him to know she appreciated his existence. what other way to do that, than to please marko and worship the very appendage she had in her hand.

“ keep talking like that and I might just lose my cooo-ah, fuck. ” near the end of his thought, he ended up throwing his head back and groaning out; tangling a single hand into the girl's tresses once she decided to take the tip of his delicious glory, into her mouth. the way her perfect lips wrapped around him and tightened to the right expectancy, while her tongue ran over his slit was pure ecstasy.

the small movement of her pumping him continued, before she made up her mind of speeding up her movements. pace now faster, she took another inch of him into her wet cavern; suckling his cock needily, hand tightening around him. by the way he let out another grunt, she knew she was doing well.

“ that'a it, angel.. ” marko mumbled praises loud enough for her to hear. y/n took in the nickname and compliment happily; soaking in the euphoric feel it gave her. dragging her father strong tongue tip over the underbelly of his shaft, the female slid her unoccupied hand down to her shorts; sliding said hand between her thighs to move the cloth away from her dripping heat. lightly moaning out around marko, she began to toy with her swollen clit; closing her eyes while pleasuring herself, now.

marko slid his lids open, only to crane his risen chin, back down. hazel orbs fell upon the sight of his beloved pinching her bundle of nerves, which caused his eyes to widen in both surprise, and amusement. this little whore just couldn't wait, could she?

“ mm... funny how you think you're allowed to touch yourself, ” marko commented, which resulted in y/n looking up at him. he made eye contact with her, only to grin widely. “ did I say you could do that, baby? I don't remember saying so. ” as he spoke, voice slowly dropping in an obvious teasing manner, the girl whined. rolling her hips forward, grinding against her own two digits, she forced more of his length down her throat. obviously, she very hungry; she needed something to choke on.

humming, the blonde twisted his hand, getting a better grip on the women's roots before swiftly thrusting forward. as a gagging noise left y/n, marko watched as a thick bump forward within her throat; signifying that's where his dick was currently located. while his brows raised in enjoyment, his hues flickered down to watch his girl's face as tears gathered into the corners of her eyes. it only took one, simple rotation of his hips for them to fall.

once he pulled back, letting the tip of his cock rest on her now, saliva covered lips, he listened as she inhaled sharply. y/n cough soon after, seeing as she wasn't used to him holding her head down for so long. “ f... uck. ” the girl cough once more, before taking another breath; glistening eyes flickering up to meet marko's shadowed ones. he was clearly enjoying this. “ jesus christ - that was a rush! ”

“ good thing it's gonna' happen again then, right? ” he mused, lips quirking up just the smallest bit once her face feigned a surprised look. marko didn't let her reply; instead, angling his throbbing cock head back towards her mouth, he wasted no time in pushing forward once more. y/n squeezed her eyes shut tightly once he reentered her cavern, her fingers now absentmindedly toying with her cunt. she was way too busy focusing on what was happening above, rather than pleasing herself.

the vampire slowly slid his length back out a few inches, before again, bucking forward. the tip hit the ( hair color ) haired female's spit glands, which left saliva to spill from her lips; dribbling down her chin sloppily, only to land on the floor below. marko paid that no mind, instead completely getting off on it. seeing his mate such a whore-ish mess got him going; had him ready to tare her up, then and there. he so badly wanted to just flip her over, but he waited on it; deciding, right now, he simply loved wrecking her pretty face.

“ look at you, ” he harshly whispered, sadistically chuckling to himself, as his hips rocked back and forth; over and over again, fucking the human's throat. “ you look so good for me, baby... so, so good.. ”

y/n heard the praise, despite the blonde not really being all that loud. although her blood was practically pumping in her ears, while her mouth was being used, she still paid her best attention to the things the boy said. she loved hearing anything he threw her way, whether it be praise or degrading names, because in the end, he could make her drip no matter what. she thrived on it; that feeling he gave her, was just so addicting.

eventually, marko's pace slowed down, before he completely stopped. sucking air against his teeth as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, he smirked sharply once his cock bounced upwards; the underside of the tip, slapping lightly against his girlfriend's lips. panting raggedly, y/n's eyes glossed over, she stared up at him with complete adortion at the fact that her entire face was an exploded bombshell. a waterfall of saliva running out of her mouth, down her chin, and dripping over her cheeks. the mascara she had been wearing, now all over the place; smudged under her left eyes, and surrounding the lid, while her liquid that coated her right eyelash was tear streaked all the way to her forehead. her forehead itself had the slightest sleek of sweat on it, from being so overworked.

“ you look so pretty, ” marko cheekily smiled, a mocking undertone to his voice. his hand reached out to brush over her coated chin, while he eyed her mess of a face. “ - glad you did a good job, don't you? because now you can get your reward, my pretty girl. ”

god, that name. she relished in the comfort all of the nicknames he gave her, brought her, but that name specifically, drove y/n wild. call her that? she's at your mercy, immediately. such a sucker for something so small.

even though her jaw slightly ached now, and her legs were moderately sore from staying in one position for quite a bit, the ( brunette/blonde/ravenette/etc ) forced herself to sit up. taking the back of her hand, she wiped away the excess spit while turning her body around; kneecaps pressing into the mattress since she steadied herself on them.

the girl had no time to even lay down in her own, for marko had pounced onto her frame as soon as she was facing him. her head hit against the rather old fashioned pillows, back sinking into the bed itself; her legs spreading, so that marko's body could fit securely into hers.

“ you want my cock, baby? ” devilish eyes, that now represented the green that surrounded dark in color shrubs, stared down into her own; gleaming over with a hidden emotion that looked all too familiar. since y/n was too caught up in her lover's eyes, and hold, it form proper words, she opted on nodding; head bobbing up and down in a slow, obedient gesture.

“ mm.. I'd prefer you to talk.. ” dipping his head down, marko never broke the intense eye contact as his lips brushed over hers. “ but I know how desperate you are, so i'll give you a break. ” molding their lips together in a passionate, yet slow burned kiss, the hyper active male lined his length up to her opening, before pushing in harshly.

y/n gasped, lips parting from her lover's once their hips mended together; hips bones pressing against one another sharply. marko leaned his forehead aginast the girl's, drinking up how her expression melted into one of a pure, satisfied state. a genuine smile actually dared to grace his lips after that; slowly pulling back, while he looked at her lovingly, only to roll forward once the underside of the head brushed her outer skin.

with each whimper of enjoyment that left his beloved, the more eager the male became; his thrusting becoming more deep, more stealthy. every three pelvic rolls, turning more intense as the time ticked on. marko loved the moans that fell from y/n's mouth - they were so intense, so vocal, so raw and real. he loved he could please his favorite person, it gave him the happiest feeling in the entire universe.

“ marko.. ” y/n's nails raked up his shirtless back; skin now on display, after she had stolen the clothing piece off of his back, only to discard it to the side. “ harder, please.. ” she dropped her head onto his shoulder, only to shuffled her face into the crook of his neck. soft lips grazing over cold skin, she pressed wet, full kisses up to his jawline. “ please fuck me, ” she breathed, while her lids fell dramatically slow. “ y'feel so good - I need more. I need you to show me how much of a slut I actually am, baby. ”

did she..? yes, she did. she actually said that out loud; said that in his ear, in a breathless, begging tone. the way his brows furrowed tightly together at those words, would've made her feral if she actually saw it. seeing as her tight walls were already squeezing him so fucking good, he could only imagine how y/n would react to him putting more of his vampiric strength into his thrusts.

deciding not to verbally reply, the vampire instead, clamped his free hand to the headboard before them; nails scraping against the old oakwood once he pulled his hips backwards. throwing his lower half forward once again, girth stretching her walls greatly with the tip slamming against her cervix, the girl gasp out loudly; a high pitched cry ringing out soon after, while her arms curled his back completely.

structuring a tight hold on him, y/n openly cried out as her mate put more power into his hip movement. repeatedly, her g-spot got rammed into; her insides stretching like well chewed bubble gum only milliseconds apart. she wasn't complaining with how hard marko was now fucking her, she wanted it after all, but god damn was she close to cumming.

the smell of a fresh wave of fluid hit marko's senses; sending him into a frenzy, that chased his specs to flash golden yellow and crimson. he knew y/n was about to cum, his smell wouldn't deceive him; that's exactly why he guided the hand, that was holding her hit, to slide to her wavering core. his thumb jutted out, only to press to her beating nerves. pressing down, applying immense pressure, he began twisting his thumb counter clock wise; rubbing her clit aggressively.

“ h.. holy, f-fuck! ” y/n yelped out, her hips immediately cracking upwards. she felt her high being chased; the bubbling in her lower stomach, building up higher and higher within just three seconds alone. once the euphoric feeling finally coursed through her veins, she unwrapped her forearms from around marko; nails, instead, taking charge to scrape into his back's skin.

silent, gasping moans rang from deep with her throat while she bucked her hips forward. marko felt her walls convulsions against him; clenching in and out in rhythmic waves, as the white stickiness covered his dick that buried deep within her. his teeth now gritted together, as his girlfriend's blistering cunt sucked his length in, marko struggled not to empty into her completely; he was trying his damn hardest not to just fill her up.

“ cum in me, ” he heard y/n croak out, once her lips situated beside his ear. since his eyes were squeezed shut, head fallen forward, he couldn't see her, but he knew she looked greedy for his sperm. “ cum in me, baby.. I know you want to. just fill my little pussy with your hot, hot c- ” y/n couldn't even finish her breathless statement, for marko's already throbbing cock had began spurting.

y/n whined in satisfaction once the male drained into her, his strong hand holding a vice grip over her hip; onto her ass. the whole time, she whimpered, while lightly twitching; body now exhausted from the breeding fuck she took.

“ damn.. ” she quietly cooed, laying her head back against the sweat stained pillows; orbs finding marko's once he lifted his head and removed himself from her. “ that was.. definitely more, than I was expecting. ”

marko was silent for a moment, lids sliding to halfly droop over his orbs that seemed to lighten, now that his orgasm had ended. he didn't know what to say - the whole thing was amazing, and he loved every second of it. relished in how his mate was being such a greedy whore for his body, and showed him he practically owned her in very positive body language. but, he just couldn't find the words to describe it... that's why he settled with reaching forward and brushing his palm over her cheek.

with a small smile, y/n closed her eyes; leaning into his touch, lips meeting the edge of his palm gently. “ I should probably get you cleaned up.. ” marko mumbled, leaning down to peck her lips. he tried to pull back, to get up to receive what he needed, but the female refused to let him leave just yet. sliding her hand to the back of his head, she brought him back down; giving him a more loving, appreciative kiss.

“ I love you.. ” y/n whispered, eyeing him softly. “ and I am really sorry for saying those thing earlier.. you mean the world to me, marko. I want you to know that. ”

staring at her with a far off look, brain clearly rounding in thought, marko hummed out a small noise of acknowledgment. “ I know.. ” he rasped back, voice not exacrly.. enthusiastic. his girlfriend took it as a bad sign, which made her frown, but he was quick to reassure her with a few kosses; one more to her lips, then one to her nose, and finally, one to her forehead. “ I love you too, baby. I always will... ”

with a small, lopsided grin, the blonde managed to retracted back this time. “ now, I gotta' go. when in get back, i'll give you all the cuddles you want, alright? ”

y/n smiled at him brightly. “ deal! ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #marko imagine #marko x female reader #marko x reader #the lost boys imagines

[arcplaysgames]

WARNING LEVEL : BEIGE

love the camouflage, he could blend right into the walls here

Bro, I was not born yesterday, I know an obfuscating stupidity tactic when I see one. You got Jake English vibes. Except you're not as handsome.

Can't believe I agree with Ryuji about something. Other than dunking on Mishima. Thus far, my relationship with Ryuji is predicated on mutual dunking on other people. Which, i think a friendship supported by negativity is doomed to failure but hey we'll take what we can get here.

Akechi is apparently a frequent daytime talk show guest because he's a Detective Prince. Another Detective Prince. Not nearly as cute as the other one, obviously.

He's fond of the concept of the Phantom Thieves (or so he claims, i don't believe a word out of his mouth) but also thinks subverting the law to enact vigilante justice is Fucked TBH.

Which, lmao, he ain't wrong, given Ryuji's attitude.

.... why are you winking at me, holmes

oh my god ryuji can you take two steps back and realize you have been sniffing like a bloodhound lookin for someone to punish and just how sketch that is, like i'm on our side bc its literally the conceit of the game but even i know your boundless enthusiasm for finding targets feels Weird. like, he fully has a point and you could do with an injection of chill.

oh, bruh, the last video game character who quoted Hegel at me got thoroughly shot all the way to death, you may wanna slow that roll.

oh thank god finally a good justice pick after Child Who Wants To Do A Murder and Child Who Just Wants Her Dad To Come Home Twice A Week

what kind of Justice are you going to bring, Akechi? are you a laws-of-the-land guy or are you a justice-must-be-done guy? one of the VERY FEW things I know about this game is that ppl are mega horny for you so I'm hoping you've got some edge to you, beige boy

MEANWHILE, I AM GOING TO FIND MISHIMA'S HOUSE AND I'M GOING TO THROW HIS LAPTOP OUT A WINDOW. Mishima, sit your ass down and study for your college exams and don't do shit.

back at school, Ryuji is doing everything but showing up in his full fucking Skull outfit with a bullhorn going "HELLO I AM A PHANTOM THIEF" so Ann walks up and smacks him upside the head

Ann, thank you. for real, you're the best.

THEN LIL MISS STUDENT PRESIDENT STALKER COMES OVER AND TAKES A PICTURE. girl put your phone away or I will smash it, I am getting REAL tired of your shit too.

he was a good teacher until that day?

he was a good teacher until that day?!

oooooooooh guuuuurl

wow

I don't say this lightly because I tend to be a "bitch (positive)" sort of person

but Makoto, you are a bitch. and frankly there are other words I could say about your character but you aren't worth the effort. go back to hiding behind a magazine and being useless.

cry me a fucking river, goddamn

'gee why didn't you stop your bestie from trying to kill herself after the teacher who WAS A GOOD TEACHER UNTIL THAT DAY drove her to throw herself off the roof' you're reprehensible, makoto, and if you join the party at some point, you're on the fucking bench

fuckin mishima and makoto having a fistfight to determine who gets to be the most unlikable character in this fucking game, who will win???????

#p5 #persona liveblog #i'm AGHAST at how awful she is #like holy SHIT

[littlerosetrove]

CRITICAL THOUGHTS INCOMING

If the writers never make Buddie canon, I honestly think it’ll be a big disappointment and a dumb decision. Let me explain. 

If the writers decide to keep Buck and Eddie with either A) Natalia and Marisol or B) some other women down the line, either case is, TO ME, uninteresting and boring. And frankly a disservice to the characters of Buck and Eddie. 

Look, I already don’t have that much faith in the writers to - again if they decide to keep Marisol and Natalia around - make these two interesting, just for starters. History, aka canon, shows that the writers and powers that be don’t have much interest in making any love interest for Buck or Eddie interesting or particularly compelling. 

Abby is an exception because she was a main character in season one. Shannon in her own way is an exception too, despite being a temporary side character. 

TK, I guess, would be considered the second best “developed” character/love interest. But good god, at what cost? We effectively had to sit with TK for a season and a half to have it drilled into us that she’s selfish, career driven (in a bad way), struggles to be nice or have sympathy for others in any capacity, has unresolved daddy issues that she refuses to work on, and is an overall bitch. Wow, so glad we had to witness this for a season and a half. Oh and, no, TK may be a shitty person, but I didn’t find her to be all that interesting. (the actress was mediocre too, so that didn’t help matters)

Ali had a little sass to her and couldn’t handle the reality of Buck’s job (which is fine. it’s good she recognized they weren’t compatible). Not much else to her. Ana was a teacher, low key ableist, “nice,” and... fuck if I know what else. She was there and, to me, she was uninteresting. 

Marisol hasn’t even been set up in any way beyond us, the audience, knowing that Eddie met her on a call, she pointed out the right glue in front of Eddie’s face, and she does DIY. At best she’s a one dimensional character right now. 

Natalia is also, at present, pretty one dimensional as well. We only know her profession, but we’ve been given nothing else of substance to understand really why she has done or said anything in the show. We were shown she’s uncomfortable with Buck and his life, so she left, but came back because???? Natalia says she likes Buck, but we haven’t been shown why she does beyond her initial intrigue with his death. Her character already has a weird and rocky start, so.... Good luck to the writers.

Whether the writers decide to keep Natalia and Marisol and make them endgame, or bring in two new love interests at some point, I simply don’t have faith that the writers will make them good, compelling, and even somewhat decently developed characters. Yes I get that this show is a first responders show, and so that’s their focus, but my gosh if they can make interesting characters out of the people on their calls (not always, but sometimes), then why can’t they make the love interests for Main Characters interesting and fun to watch?????

The writers honestly wrote themselves into a corner making Buck and Eddie so incredibly stellar as an obvious romantic pairing. They WROTE these two as always having each others backs, always supporting each other, having fun together, being silly together, understanding each other on such a deep level truly no one else compares, loving each other, being protective of each other, having fantastic chemistry (that’s on the actors), and on and on. They WROTE these two as, truly, being perfect for one another in every way. 

I really do think it will be such a bizarre and dumb decision to, potentially, never make Buck and Eddie canon. 

I will also say that, for me, even if whatever LI Buck and Eddie end up with (that’s not each other) are developed well or even decently, I know I still won’t care about them. Why? Because again I already know Buck and Eddie are perfect for each other, so no one can compare. 

Yes I’m a big Buddie shipper. I also recognize there are definitely people out there that easily accept simple (underdeveloped in my eyes) characters like Ali or Ana or Marisol, etc. I get that people will go with the flow of, “Buck/Eddie seem happy with this person, so that’s good enough for me.” I get that. But I’m not one of them, and definitely not for characters like Buck and Eddie who I think deserve better than poorly developed love interests. Like gd, am I really asking that much of the writers to do better when I know they have it in them? 

In relation to all this I’ve stated in other posts that I don’t really care for Marisol or Natalia, and I don’t have to. I’m allowed to say “yeah I don’t really care for this character” without there being some deep and/or terrible reasoning behind it. I also don’t have to like specific storylines for characters. As this post indicates, I don’t care for the current romantic storylines of Eddie and Buck, but especially Buck (we’ve seen this movie four gd times already). If someone likes it in any way, that’s totally cool. You feel how you feel. 

I doubt I’ll have anyone coming onto my post debating me about this, but just in case? Please don’t bother. I don’t care that the likelihood of Buck and Natalia lasting are probably low. Same with Eddie and Marisol. I just don’t care because I don’t care for these storylines. I’m not looking forward to seeing more of either of these storylines, no matter how long or short they last. 

EDIT: Also? Holy shit I'm also just tired of Buck and Eddie being paired off with unmemorable and forgettable people. The most “memorable” one would probably be TK, but only because she’s such a bitch, and yet still uninteresting. 

TL;DR? I want better for Buck and Eddie. Letting them get together and be together romantically is, I think, the best and logical decision for these characters. 

#911 critical #911 discourse #9-1-1 #Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #Buddie #I'm sure some folks may think Eddie dating #just for fun right now makes sense because of #the pseudo retcon of Eddie and Shannon's age and story #but uhhhh the writers didn't have to do that #as I've said in other posts #the writers absolutely could have worked the #entirety of s6 making Buddie canon... #but they didn't #IF the writers ever do decide to make Buddie canon #to me s6 is a big example of them just absolutely #dragging their feet at making Buddie canon #creating unnecessary roadblocks #idk when I'll be 'done' venting about my frustrastions #for s6 but that's why I always tag posts like this #as 'critical' and discourse' in case y'all don't #want to see this stuff #anyway #my thoughts

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Cold Comfort

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Omg it starts without her nasally monologue

Oh shit dead chick

OH SHIT NOT DEAD CHICK

How’d she thaw that quick

Oh she’s a sibling

[Normal cleaning again]  He’s still disinfecting from that cough  [He and Dean would get along, given their germaphobic ways]

His hero would be GW [Normal’s real name, btw, is Reagan Ronald] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [You know how we know this?  Because he tells Alec to call him "Reagan" on his first meeting]  ☠️☠️☠️  [*sends screenshot of the script showing that conversation from “Two”*]  Normal you flirty dog

Who a poppa what  [Sivapathasundaram, I think.  According to the script online.]

That Lintlicker [Yup]  That’s Lintlicker

If he shrugs his damn shoulders. One more time.

["Bring Manticore to stage 3"  Ruh-roh]  Huh [Also, he calls him Deck alksdjf;laksdjf] I bet he does

I’m gonna not like her next season just cause of the hair! I like this hair

[Lydecker goes to capture one X-5, manages to completely miss the other one walking very pointedly towards her; buddy, you're just incompetent, okay?]  ☠️☠️☠️  [Legit.  Dude was right there]

Ma’am.  You don’t.  Touch.  Ya brother.  Like that.

Run over his toes Logan  [Doooo ittttttt]

"She got careless.  She got caught.  End of story."  Damn, Zach, you really never left Manticore for all you left Manticore, huh?  [Bitch then why did you go to her and tell her about this?  The Fuck?]

"This girl is gonna do what she’s gonna do, no matter what you or anyone else says. Now you’ve got two choices: back off or pitch in."  Poor Logan has learned this the hard way

You know what dumb blonde dude?  I don’t like you no more.  And is it solely because Logan is Tony… Maybe  [ngl, Logan's not bad this season.  Currently.]

Dude, Logan showing off

[Damn, but Zach is pissing me off]  I know

You know what?  Lintlicker is a horrible person, but he’s not racist. Gotta give him that.  [This is true!]

Okay, but this encounter between Max and Logan is pretty damn good, just saying.  Indeed, I'm coming to the conclusion that the s1!Max/Logan relationship actually... isn't that toxic.  Like, yeah, it’s got its issues, but it’s mainly not deeply problematic — just that she doesn’t want to admit that she’s growing close to him/developing a weakness, so she pushes him away; he’s refusing to admit his own feelings, so he pushes her away; and yet they both do care about the other, so it comes out in bickering and (should they have other relationships) light jealousy — in the way that “toxic” implies.  s2 is different, but s1?  Frankly, even the selfishness of her only going to him for help isn’t that problematic; they’re both, in essence, doing the same thing.  He offered his services as payment for her services, and they’re both trying to keep things professional despite their emotions not complying.  Like I said, s2 is different, but you’ll see that later.

These girls winking at him

OC!!! I love “the Afro puffs”

A smile!  I love it  [Half-smile]  Ya bastaaad  [You haven't seen him fully smile]  Yeah that won’t be for a while

☠️☠️  “Yummy”  I wouldn’t have trusted it  [AGREED]

"I'm an alcoholic; my name is Don" alkdsfja;lkdsjf  [Lintlickeraholic]

Oh god, my dude, shut up.  The music tho.  Is like he’s gonna turn into a monster and kill them all

"As you were" Buddy is damn military askldj  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [:(((]

[Poor Normal]  I KNEW HE SHOULDNT HAVE TRUSTED THEM

"As a small boy" aksldjflkajsf buddy!

“A HUMAN BRAIN”  [asdkfjlkj that's a lie, just to be clear]  I know

Herballl

This poor poor confused man

Buddy where are you putting the gun

These.  THESE PUNCHES.

His faces.  I’m dying.  Ded.  I’ve died.

[Okay, look, he's horrible, but.  It does bear mentioning that he knows their names still.  Just saying.]

This.  This bitch.  Just broke. His own finger. He is crazy af.  [Yup!  No excuses for him, but at least he holds himself to similar standards to those he holds his "kids", I guess?]  Meh, true.

– – –

Midpoint reaction: Ok so this one actually has my interest.  Zach… Well, buddy can go eat a di— he has annoyed me thoroughly, and Logan was very well composed to be dealing with such bullshittery.  So was the trainer — [Bling] — ‘cause, had buddy came at me with that attitude, I would have pressed on his wound and left.  

Lintlicker is *sigh*  well, he’s a bastard. Like, before I was just making fun of his name. But he was like just a typical bad guy looking for something he lost. He missed it everytime cause dudes kinda clueless. But yeah.  He is just a straight DICK in this one

And lastly WTF WERE THOSE PUNCHES

– – – 

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Omg  😂😂😂😂  [This is going wel- WHOA, DAMN, HERBAL!!!]  Herballl

Oh mah gawd im ded

This poor man  [This poor dude; all he tried to do was buy a messenger service!!!]

[Zach continues to annoy me.  I forgot he was this bad.]

Plot twist: Max comes back and they’re together.  [KSAJD;LFKJA;LDSKFJA;LKSFDJ]  Zogan  [Lach.  Because they LACH clothing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [But also, please, god, no. That was a joke, nothing else!!!]

Oh Zach, shut up.  [Max and Logan are already bad enough about their relationship without you helping, buddy.]

Ma’am didn’t think this through too much

[Okay, it does bear mentioning; again, Lydecker is horrible.  But he does, perversely, care about his kids.  You'll see more later]  About like Brenner?  

– – –

Here we pause to have another “short” conversation:

Wench: Maybe, but more like... Like John.  Wants them skilled and capable and all; cares about them and will make the big sacrifices if necessary; has his priorities wayyyy the fuck wrong.  So, they keep bringing up the fact that Eva got shot.  And it's true, she did.  But --- and this is kinda a spoiler, but I've already spoiled it for you in past conversation, so... *shrugs* --- Lydecker has a supervisor at Manticore called Renfro.  And Renfro, later, kills one of Lydecker's "kids."  And it hurts/infuriates/bothers/whatever Lydecker so much that he actively turns his back on Manticore and helps Max/Zach/Logan/et al. start taking the place down.  (Assuming I'm remembering this correctly, but I think I am.)  He helps them break in, blow up the genetic stores that let them clone new soldiers, etc.  He's still around for part of season 2, ish, and he takes out more Manticore personnel (and, eventually, mysteriously disappears… I always figured he died for his betrayal, but I never read the books and don’t fully remember the show, so I don’t know if that’s confirmed/refuted).

Jezebel: Well shit! Respect… ish

Wench: Basically, he's like if you took Azazel and John and smushed them together.  His actions are largely inexcusable, but he does --- again, perversely and unhealthily --- care about them.  He wants them successful and doesn't much care about how he has to train them to get them there, but he still remembers their names, still cares about them, still wants them to be alive.  He pushes them to their limits, but, mostly, not beyond.  (e.g. yeah, that drowning scene was longer than was, per se, comfortable, but he also made sure no one died)  That doesn't rectify his behavior --- you know that I have very little fondness for either Azazel or John --- but it's something to consider.

Jezebel: Yeah I get it! I kinda hate it when they do that with characters, but like it at the same time. Hate, because if the guys bad. I want to not like him…. Not be able to justify him. But I like it cause I’m all about character development and a turn around story

Wench: He's definitely got the whole "Azazel's Chosen Kids" thing going, but it's not a competition; he's just got the weird, unhealthy care and willingness to do whatever it takes thing.  And he's very much like John in the abusive-as-fuck-but-also-distantly-cares thing.  Like, I don't like John --- he's horrible to all of his kids; his priorities are wayyy out of whack, and there are very few things that can be said to excuse his actions --- but I still accept that he cared about them.  It's one of those things that are hard to get; people can care, to some degree, about someone and still be unhealthy for them, you know?  And I think that he, at root, did care.  But a) he cared about revenge more and b) he felt that "keeping them safe" was equated with "caring" and "their only real, basic needs", and that screwed them up irreparably because his version of "being a good father" was not being a good father.  I think (hope) that was coherent… I’m still a bit drained from today, tbh, and I’m not sure I’m expressing myself well.

Jezebel: Oooof I feel ya.  And no, I fully get it

Jezebel, two seconds later: Wait, there are books?  And did I know that?

Wench: Yeah!  But apparently they're bad, treat Alec poorly, and don't do much with the story.  iirc. Idk, I haven’t read them for myself.  And no, I don't think you knew.

“Short” conversation of 20-plus minutes ends

– – – 

[Oof, this is already going well]  ☠️☠️☠️

[Also.  "Holy crap on Tuesday's toast" aksdjf]  Looool

Oh shit.  SHIT.

[Also, going back a few seconds… "You've got one of my kids"  See what I mean?]

☠️☠️☠️☠️ My dude

he said yes.  HE SAID YES!

NORMAL, you poor thing.  [I know right?!]

Omg.  I’m ded.  [No, Sketchy is]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [Oh, wait, he's been revived  :)]

Oh shit, Brynn.  You good, buddy?  [OH SHIT I FORGOT THIS STORYLINE]

I don’t think you’re good

She's not good

Zach YOU good?  [Probably not]

[Max has no faith aksdfj  I don't remember if Lydecker is actually above-board in his betrayal or not, tbh, but I don't trust it, so.]

[Not Max annoying me again]  They knew they had to get someone hot for this role… ‘cause she’s so annoying.  Balance.   [alksjdflkasdjf ACCURATE]

[This dude gives me Samuel-Campbell-vibes, but he's not.]  Yeah I see it

“What I’ve got-”  (Is a specific set of skills)

Well hot damn  [“Deck” was ready]  Lintninja  [Oh no, not another nickname!  :)]

["Hung"?  "HUNG"?  HANGEDDDDDD, my dude.  HANGED]  ☠️☠️☠️ hung sounds better 👀🤷🏻‍♀️  [Bitch, no it doesn’t; it sounds grammatically incorrect.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Once again: Lydecker with the perverse care for Brynn.  Is it in her best interests?  Hell, naw.  Is it genuine?  Yeah.

Aight, the tear got me… the face after lost it

These.  Well they don’t feel like normal sibling kisses.  Y’all too much.  [I knew you were gonna say something]

Ugly cry?  Ahhh wahhhh?  She old.  And y’all are just blowing all that wind in her face.

Poor Normal

☠️☠️☠️

[Okay, um.  Just saying.  Logan's shirt is nice.]  It is.

We ugly cried at each other for a little while. Then he took off

["So it couldn't be dusted for prints"  MA'AM HE ALREADY HAS YOUR PRINTS???? HE HAS YOUR GENETIC CODE, AND YOUR PRINTS FROM WHEN YOU WERE KIDS???  PRINTS DON'T REALLY CHANGE???]

– – –

Wench: askfdj that was such an abrupt end

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️ bruh I was thinking the same damn thing.  Like… Wot

Wench: Anyway… endpoint reaction?

Jezebel: Lintlicker remains Lintlicker a little longer. BUT he gets some respect for the things he did in this one.

Wench: aka, still atrocious but not as bad as he could be? :)

Jezebel: Precisely.  And Zach…. Needs to learn to just suck it up. Cause *sigh* no. Just no.  Max was… Max. But not full on Max in this one. If that makes sense ☠️ she was bitchy but not in a god awful way.  Maybe because the ones she was bitchy to I don’t like, and she wasn’t to Logan.  Also how tf was she holding her self up to look like she was hanging… with her buttcheeks on the bar!?! Cause maams hands were down

Wench: kjzlksdjf;lakdjf;lkasjdf;lksajdflkajsdf;lkajsdf  I HAVE NO CLUE

Jezebel: Like. Could you imagine…. Being Brynn. Laying there dying and seeing that from the other side

Wench: How dare you put that image in my head???

Jezebel: Anyway.  Yeah!  I also LOVED.  LOVE LOVE LOVEDDDDDD.  The Jam Pony scenes

Wench: YESSSS  Herbal, OC, and Sketchy are amazing.  

Jezebel: They were very! Poor hippopotamus man, though

Wench: Poor Normal.  

Jezebel: Poor Normal’s toilet

Wench: Also, I can't remember Herbal being in s2, and it makes me sad.

Jezebel: Oh noooo

Wench: If he's there, he's got a way smaller role, but I don't think he is at all

Jezebel: But un-alas I really enjoyed this one!

Wench: Problem child; that's not a word.  (For those unfamiliar with my vernacular, “problem child” is not age-specific.  It’s a vibe thing.  My nine-year-older-than-me sister is as much a problem child as a five-year-old might be.)

Aight, that’s a wrap!  See y’all for next episode!

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e07 #cold comfort #max guevara #logan cale #original cindy #sketchy #herbal thought #jezebel (pr)

[crystalelemental]

WE DID IT LADS!  "Wow, how?"  I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

Except I do, you know I can't shut up.

Aaron went first, because there was no chance in hell that Hau was going to pull this off.  The only potential success was going to be paralysis on his Heal Order, and I wasn't willing to test that.  Maybe in time, but certainly not here.  So we used Cheese Team Alpha to take him down, because I was scared, and also a buffoon.  Horrible Mistake #1.

Then we had Bertha.  Thought I, "Oh hey, we beat this one with this team before, there shouldn't be a problem, we can just cheese Cynthia!"  So I brought Ghetsis.  Horrible Mistake #2.  Oh, and Hop.  Horrible Mistake #3.  They did do it, as promised, but oh god.

Then we had Lucian, who was actually obscenely tough.  I blame Flying-weak.  Flying units just aren't equipped for 2k Master Mode.  Kahili had the best performance due to sync nuke, but frankly the lack of EX is devastating.  We had to take out Exeggutor as it queued up a move to save time, then hit two crits on Lucian and still had to worry about Morty getting the right flinches at the right time, while keeping Kahili alive.  You know what saved it?  You want to know what made this work?  Endure on her trainer move.  That did it.  Because of Swift and Dazzling Gleam.  We were that fucking close to failure, and needed Endure on an offensive unit to stand a chance, just due to the spread moves.  This League is vicious.

Oh, but in case you thought that was rough, then we have Flint.  Would you believe I struggled?  Against Flint?  Psychic-weak Flint?  Shameful.  Yet here we are, with Flint having so much HP on his baby bitch monkey that Giovanni couldn't just blast it.  And again, the solution was Endure.  Endure on Roxanne and Giovanni let us win.  That's it.  That was the only thing keeping us alive.  I wish that were a joke.  Oh, and extra shoutouts to Roxanne.  Blaziken only uses Heat Wave, because this whole league is nothing but spread moves.  But joke's on it, because if Giovanni didn't explode it to death on sync, Roxanne blocks it anyway.  Get fucked, bitch chicken.

Then, the culmination of all my failures.  Cynthia.  So, fun fact here.  Cynthia's -1 accuracy is apparently -27, because nothing ever hits.  I missed eight 100% accurate moves in a row, while at max evasion her Stoutland never missed that 90% even once.  It is such unmitigated bullshit.

So, the initial plan was Stall Team.  Turns out, impossible.  Misty buffs her special defense and evasion wonderfully, but Cynthia needs to miss like 8 attacks for it to matter, and her sync and Tri Attack are such high natural damage because of Normal that we couldn't take the hits.  Not to mention it was supremely reliant on Viola getting debuffs from Struggle Bug, which relied on her hitting Cynthia which she often didn't, and which could only be spammed once we had Cynthia trapped, which needs reapplied.  And that's without Koga needing to hit a 50/50 shot while also dealing with accuracy issues.  The closest we ever came was a double KO, which took so many lucky breaks it's ridiculous.  This team just could not perform.  Mostly because Discombobulate 4/Ripple Effect 9 is a nightmare, and the goddamn sides hit for eleventy billion damage despite being on defensive parameters.  Stall Team Alpha may have been able to do it, but frankly I'm not convinced, given that Skyla couldn't take special hits.  And because no Ghetsis, we couldn't debuff everything reliably and try Lucy instead.  So we gave up.

Initially, I didn't think Bruno would do it, so we tried some off type stuff.  Cyrus literally never once hit with Hydro Pump.  Yes, even with the boosted accuracy and everything.  Impossible.  So that was out.  Gardenia similarly stood absolutely no chance, and I’m not sure what I was thinking there.  With that, we were left with only Bruno.  Who has base 80% accuracy.  And no Hop.  So that's great.  Miraculously, he did it.  Maylene remains a fantastic partner to him, but the ultimate saving grace?  Misty.

Misty cannot reliably dodge, but she doesn't need to.  She only needs to dodge once, right at the outset.  This prevents Discombobulate, and from there, the solution is to pack Bruno with Accuracy, Crit Strike 2, Double Down 5, and the sync damage nodes.  It's around 11k on sync, if you take -2 sync cooldown and half HP conditions to only give her Strength 1 instead of 3 or 5.  Then you had to be able to queue up Cross Chop before she queued up her move, and you could take her out pre-sync.  Remember, all of these are 90% accuracy rolls, because she canceled his Pinpoint Entry.  So it went great, thanks.  Snorlax has to go first, or Earthquake will OHKO Bruno, but thankfully sync is up so we can just explode the doggo and you missed the crit.  Missed the 80% crit.  Of course.  Thankfully, the last Cross Chop landed, and was hitting for enough to finish the job, but Christ that was close.  Especially with no speed buffs to keep Cross Chop up and running.  This was fucking dire.

But it's done.  10k F2P clear on Sinnoh Master Mode.

Weenie Award goes to Bertha.  Sorry, Bertha.  It feels a little unfair, due to EX Candice and Hop, but you just didn't impress.

Big Dick Award...probably should go to Cynthia because of how hard this was, but I'm giving it to Lucian.  Cynthia's hard because she's unfair.  Lucian is just like that.  Though I also have to acknowledge the struggle of limited Flying type.  Once I went to Bruno, Cynthia went down fast enough.  Nothing was going to make Lucian easier.

Most Impressive Award goes to Stoutland.  I'm not even kidding.  Cynthia's fight was insane as it was, but the ultimate problem was that fucking Stoutland.  1200+ damage with defensive parameters?  Are we real right now?

To call this the hardest CS to date is an understatement.  Sure, there have been matches on par with this nonsense.  Flying-weak Bruno springs to mind as a nightmarish challenge that F2P seriously struggles to handle.  Electric-weak Lorelei is a broad struggle, and I think it's Fire-weak Grimsley is brutal too.  And yet, those don't really overlap.  They're individual terrors that show up periodically and are the match to be wary of.  But this?  This is a gauntlet.

Everyone is brutal.  Aaron's getting a lot of focus as a ridiculous threat, and with good reason, but the others are far from pushovers.  Lucian's constant spread damage is terrifying for any team that has to take it slow.  Flint's so powerful in single-target attacks, with such a high burn rate, that your tank is likely to drop too.  Cynthia's evasion bullshit and naturally high BP is absolutely insane.  And then there's Bertha.  Who I feel kinda bad for, but she gets the Weenie Award.  I just...also feel like if I didn't have EX Candice and didn't use Hop here, I'd probably be struggling like crazy against her too.  This isn't a scenario of having one terrible match, but the rest being pretty smooth sailing with a good plan.  This is a league out for blood.  Over half of them required me to completely re-work grids to sets that otherwise wouldn't be ideal, just for one specific counter strategy, or getting the exact right conditions in the match to survive.  And that's a really, really high threshold to meet.

The worst part is, I don't even expect it to slow down.  Cynthia's Spiritomb was ridiculous even without Master Mode, and Aaron showed off similarly fantastic tools for survival with Heracross.  Flint got Sun, Lucian had the ability to break down defenses, and Bertha had high damage and Catalyst.  These fights are likely to all be at this challenge level.  Which...is really interesting for turning up the power, but also kind of frustrating for an F2P approach.  It's doable, but let's not pretend like I'm not someone who had the resources to get everyone to 5*, with a lucky skill and max theme skills.  Not everyone's going to have that.  And some of those tools were, in fact, pretty necessary for the damage.  I don't think Bruno would've pulled through without the match with Maylene.  And when you're pushing that level of need, it's frankly nuts.  They're scary.

But as someone who does have strong tools, it is kind of exciting to have a League with some serious teeth.  I gotta try out off-type.  I'm so excited.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium #f2p clear #god help me why do I do this to myself

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 263, Replies Part 1

1) “oh boy, what was it, two weeks? It felt like longer to me… The last time I read BNHA Mirko ripped her own arm off and died,, but then she went “nah” and continued to fight regardless. God bless the Great Rabbit herself, just as bloodthirsty as I remembered.”- Mirko: I’ll sleep when I’m off the clock and there’s no bad guys to beat up! Villains: You are literally just a head in a jar by this point…. Mirko: Then it’s a fair fight, ain’t it bitches! 2) “ Lot`s of familiar faces on this shot- well, not faces, backs, but even so, I remember most of those people in here. Also remember who that particular name refers too, and oh boy am I not looking forward to his return.”-

Been a long time since we saw him, or many of o’l Class 1A in action, eh?

3) “It`s not been a single page and I already feel the need to tell mineta to shut the fuck up. Oh boy this is going to be a good chapter if he`s going to keep complaining about doing his job here.”- I mean, he’s not technically wrong either. Heroes or not, the kids are still technically kids, and they’re uncomfortably close to the frontlines of a brewing war, with enemies determined to kill all heroes who oppose them, students included. Ideally, they should never have to face any members of the PLF directly or without extensive backup. Kaminari’s involvement in the frontlines is because of his quirk, and it mainly serves to counter the wide-range attacks of some of the more-skilled PLF members rather than actually fighting the dude directly, allowing the older pro heroes to subdue him close-range. Frankly, if the kids did have to face any villain, it’d be a sign that the heroes’ plans were going down the drain, because their involvement here seems mainly to provide as much aid as possible whilst minimising the personal risk to them until the fighting’s done. 

4) “Alright everybody, you trained your whole life- well, kind-of a whole year of your life for this moment, go there and die a hero`s death, make me proud!”- Honestly, given how chaotic and life-threatening 1A’s school life has been throughout this year, the odds are more in their favour for surviving this level of combat than most other students their age, including 1B. Experience is the deciding factor. 5) “Oh- okay, I wasn`t totally expecting to immediately cut to him, but also can`t say I am surprised by this. And, well, he`s not dying yet, but he`ll soon will be, considering that, by the looks of it, he`s right on the front line.”- Best place to stick a guy whose quirk runs the risk of electrocuting everybody in a wide radius around him without his equipment to focus it. In all else fails, the heroes can just yeet Kaminari into the clustered enemies and let him zap a whole swath of them unconscious from his discharge. 6) “And it`s right where we left last chapter if I`m not mistaken. The Skies are opening up and time of judgment is upon the Liberation Front. Shouldn`t have built your whole base out of a material your enemies can bend you know”-Cenemtos is like an Earthbender, but with way harder material to beat you up with. Not as plentiful in wooded areas though, but in this case, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. 7) “Oh no, not the conference! Damn you, heroes! Damn you! How dare you cancel the conference! Curse thee, heroes! I hope Shigaraki wakes up and absolutely obliterates all of you in Shogi.”- They didn’t even get to enjoy the free snack bar….

8) “The battle is about to take place, as… Cigarette McScarface stepped forward to confront them. I hope you have some damn good power there dude, because otherwise Cementoss is just going to crush you with the pieces of the hotel. “- Hawks’s situation aside, heroes generally try not to kill if they can help it, but for Scarface, having a wide-open area and a bunch of clustered enemies in front of him would have been the perfect opportunity to unleash his full powers, if not for the Heroes bringing their own Jammingwheey lighting rod. 9) “You know, you could`ve just crushed all of them with the hotel, or at least a big chunk of them, and captured the rest, I bet it would be far easier than whatever we`re about to see. Really, in a battle, the one to strike first has the biggest chance to win, and you just threw away your shot.”-A wide-open space lets the group of heroes coordinate more to cover each other’s weaknesses, whereas the PLF members are all scattered and working in smaller individual groups, some of which are split up around the hotel. The heroes initiated this attack, so they’re already in place to counter and contain the big fish, who can only count of quick and decisive action to reverse the heroes’ momentum and puts some odds back in their favour. 10) “Alright, that`s what I like to see. The hero side is all familiar faces, but on the villains` side, oh boy: Captain Bald, Spiky McAnime hair, Punk Bruv,  ?? eyes, Executioner, Mister Stache, Moonshark, Flathead Katnaboo, Tokyo Ghoulie, Turtleneck waifu, Granda Murders, :o skull face, and of course, Cigarette McScarface.

A though crowd to face, I hope the heroes are well prepared.”- Well, they’ve certainly made great use of their own spying efforts to predict the most favourable matchups in powers and skills to bring to the table to thwart the PLF’s counterattack, as Kaminari demonstrates.

11) “YEAH SHUT THE FUCK UP CIGARETTE MAN, WE DON`T CARE YOUR QUIRK IS ELECTRICITY, I`M MORE CONCERNED THAT CUTE MOMENT WAS ABSOLUTELY A DEATH FLAG AND I DON`T LIKE IT ONE BIT“-In war, every interaction starts to look like a death flag. Pray they made it mandatory that nobody’s carrying around any photos of loved ones…

@thelreads

#bnha #my hero academia #thelreads #chapter replies #mha263

[rocorambles]

What Is Love?

Pairing: Gojo x reader (Main), Nanami x reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Rape, Sacrilegious, God Complex and Delusional Gojo, Somnophilia, Slapping, Choking, Humiliation, Coercion, Non-Con Infidelity

Summary: Gojo learns what love is and unfortunately, you're the object of his newfound affection.

A/N: Thank you as always for beta-ing @sawamooora and dedicating this to my dear @lets-go-datehoe. Thank you for sending this request, Yuli~

Love? Gojo Satoru doesn’t believe in love. Love is for hopeless, lonely souls. Love is for miserable pathetic wretches desperate to fill an emptiness in their hearts, in their lives.

When everyone in the world is already falling head over heels to serve him, to be with him, when he's given everything he's ever wanted and more on a silver platter, why would he need love?

Gojo Satoru is already at the top of the world, with or without love.

Now lust? Gojo understands lust.

Carnal pleasure is never unwelcomed and unlike his elders, his head isn’t shoved so far up his ass to deny that he adores the feeling of his cock inside a slobbering mouth, a sopping wet cunt, an exquisitely tight ass.

But more than that, his arrogance and ego thrives and swells as women throw themselves at him, the feeling of being desired only fueling the prideful monster inside of him, only fueling his borderline delusion.

Of course everyone wants him. He’s Gojo Satoru after all.

And so he lets himself be worshipped, lets woman after woman praise him, reveling in the way they chant his name like a prayer as he returns their devotion with thick sticky white blessings. He smirks at the way they kneel before him, staring up at him in reverence, their pretty mouths and throats stretched wide across his cock.

Gojo Satoru is a god, and gods do not chase after mere mortals. So when he meets and you barely give him the time of day other than a polite bow, he shrugs his shoulders.

You’re just another disbeliever. Another silly lamb he needs to convert. Nothing more. Nothing less. Definitely nothing to get worked up about.

It’s almost amusing how you’re playing hard to get, sinning by spitting such crude and crass remarks at a deity like him every time he tries to speak to you. And it’s almost infuriating how you turn your nose up at him, as if you’re qualified to have an opinion of him, let alone think of him as beneath you. But he hides the pleased smile on his face when he sees your gaze linger just a tad too long to be mere coincidence the first time he reveals his eyes to you, a look of awe slipping past your scowling countenance.

See? They all come around eventually.

And so he lays it on thicker, draping his tall figure over yours, letting his warm breath grace the back of your neck, murmuring coy words in your ear. His long fingers find themselves tangling in your hair, brushing against your hands, touching every part of you as much as he can get away with.

You’re so close. He can feel your walls slowly crumbling away, can see the unsureness in your eyes as you half heartedly nudge him away after unconsciously leaning into his touch. Just a little more…

Except something, or rather someone, stops him.

Gojo Satoru isn’t usually caught off guard, especially not by the likes of Nanami Kento. The ex-salary man is a good man, but just a man nonetheless, no matter how you dress it up. But Gojo grudgingly admits at least surprise, if not something more, when he hears you’re in Tokyo and decides to pay your apartment a visit, only to find the Grade 1 sorcerer’s tongue shoved down your throat, your naked bodies entangled in rumpled bed sheets.

He tells himself it’s just a one night stand...maybe a friends with benefits relationship at most when he happens to catch both of you holding hands in broad daylight, a carefree smile he’s never seen before stretched across Nanami’s face as he sits at a cafe table with you, watching you happily munch on some pastry his underclassman has purchased for you.

Nothing he can’t handle.

But if you were a bitch before, a snarling ferocious wildcat whenever Gojo was around, you’re even worse now. Your apathy, the nonchalance with which you politely smile and nod in acknowledgement at Gojo before promptly ignoring him for the suited man by your side, gets under his skin like nothing ever has before. For once, Gojo is at a loss.

Ahh, so this is what denial feels like. This is the rejection and emptiness that he’s seen drive others to madness. This is love.

Gojo Satoru experiences his first heartache, but he doesn’t break down into pitiful sobs, he doesn’t mope around in self-pity.

He laughs.

He’s lost the battle, but he hasn’t lost the war. And when others would have turned tail and fled, he stands his ground, icy blue eyes sparkling in glee at the prospect of a new challenge, the prospect of his sweetest victory yet.

Gojo Satoru is a dangerous man. You know that with all your heart and soul, so it only makes sense that your hackles raise anytime he’s in your proximity. Maybe you take it too far, disrespecting your senior to an extent that would bring shame to you if it were anyone other than the Special Grade sorcerer. But in hindsight you’ll wish you did more.

You’ll wish you hadn’t caught the attention of the world’s strongest sorcerer. You’ll wish you hadn’t found yourself mesmerized by his sheer power, by those damning, dazzling eyes. You’ll wish you hadn’t begun to be ensnared by his allure, a trap you’ve heard the consequences of far too often from your heartbroken and weeping fellow female sorcerers. Maybe you’ll even wish you had just let him have a taste of you, use you before tossing you out like trash, like every other woman who’s fallen in bed with him, instead of whetting his appetite only to deny him of his feast, only to have him fixate on you even more.

But like Gojo, you know love and lust are two different things. And when Nanami shows up in your life, like a knight in shining armor, you feel Gojo’s spell on you shatter, your heart fluttering and thawing the ice that had begun to creep up your body, trapping you in endless blue.

Love is blinding, and really, you should have known that normal boundaries don’t exist in Gojo’s world. But your adoration for your lover has you hesitantly, but politely, letting the cheerful sorcerer into your shared home with Nanami — even though your boyfriend is overseas for a mission, not due back for at least another week.

It would be a lie to say you’re completely relaxed and fine with the circumstance you’re in, alone with Gojo Satoru with no chance of anyone being able to help you if something were to happen. But for whatever reason, Nanami respects the man, even considers him a friend, and in turn you feel an obligation of sorts to at least be cordial. And besides, Gojo isn’t a good man, but he’s not a bad man…right?

You find it difficult to believe that Gojo didn’t know Nanami was out of town, that his pout is sincere when you tell him that Nanami won’t be back anytime soon. There are only so many Grade 1 sorcerers in Tokyo and even less that Gojo actively keeps in touch with. But what’s the alternative? Believe Gojo came to see you? Unlikely.

Gojo is a womanizer, a slut, whatever other word you want to use. But a homewrecker? Especially of a dear friend? Never. (Frankly, you think it would just be too much of a bother for the emotionally stunted man.)

And you’re glad to see that your theories are proving to be true as the night continues, wondering if maybe the white-haired man is just lonely.

He’s strangely pleasant as he keeps a respectable distance from you, no suggestive comments spewing from his mouth, even his obnoxious arrogance kept to a tolerable low. You feel your guard drop, your smiles feeling more natural, genuine laughs slipping past your lips as he tells you about his latest adventures and missions.

But as a yawn interrupts your conversation and you stare askance at how late it is before urging him home to get some rest, apologizing for keeping him so long, your heart drops as you feel an overwhelming presence caging you against your living room couch, long limbs on either side of your body.

“What do you see in Nanami that you don’t see in me?”

The question is so jarring you almost forget the panic rising in your chest, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to process the meaning of his words. But instead of an answer, all that bubbles out of you is a shaky plea for him to leave.

Gojo’s never been good at following orders or commands. Why would he be? Since when has a god ever needed to listen to mortals? And you’re no exception.

You whimper as you’re suddenly transported to the bedroom you share with Nanami, struggling to no avail as Gojo easily tears your clothing off, positioning you on all fours in front of the floor-length mirror that decorates the corner of the room. Bile rises in your throat as he takes his blindfold off, blue eyes seemingly piercing your soul even through just a reflection and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to imagine you’re anywhere but here, with anyone other than him, trying to grasp at every fond memory you have of your blonde lover. But Gojo has a point to make and you gasp, eyes snapping wide open as a large hand wraps around your neck, choking you until you’re forced to stare at your joined bodies on the mirrored surface.

“Look at how perfect we are together. Look at how perfect you are underneath me. You chose that instead of this?”

You sob when he twists your head and forces you to look at a framed photograph on your vanity, a photo Nanami and you had taken together when he had brought you overseas with him for a mission.You regret not insisting that you go with him this time around, wishing more than anything else that you were wrapped in his strong arms.

There’s something irritating about your wailing and blubbering, your little hiccups and sniveling only fueling something dark and twisted inside of Gojo. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you’d never act like this if he was Nanami. Maybe it’s the way he knows you’re lust incarnate whenever Nanami has his hands or mouth on you. Maybe it’s the way he knows that you despise him and his touch so much, that you’d rather die than let him have you.

Ungrateful bitch.

Well if you’re going to cry, Gojo might as well give you something to cry about. A crazed grin slices his handsome face as your screams reach an all-time high, a frenzy, as he shoves his cock inside your unprepped hole, his shaft twitching in interest when you desperately wail his name over and over again as if that would do anything other than have him intensify his pace. But as pretty as his name sounds from your mouth, he tires of your useless pleas for him to stop. Gojo uses one hand to shove your face into the floor, your garbled cries muffled by the carpet as he chases his end, moaning at how perfect your tight, gummy walls feel around him. He’s dreamt of this for far too long and with a grunt, he cums inside of you, draping over your body and pressing his lips against the back of your neck, affectionately marking and tasting you as he empties his balls.

Through the pain and shame, relief floods through you, hope that this is finally all over, that he’ll leave you and your battered body alone. And you play dead, letting him do as he pleases, only occasionally wincing when he leaves a particularly intense mark on your skin, momentarily cringing when he pulls out, thick liquid trickling from your abused hole.

But you should have known better, should have known this was just the beginning.

You weakly paw at the strong arms easily cradling your exhausted figure, trying to wriggle as much as your aching body allows you to, sobbing into his shoulder when you see the direction you’re headed in. You wonder how it’s possible to feel even dirtier as calloused hands lather you with soapy suds, as Gojo takes his time scanning every inch of your body, intimately caressing and mapping every line and curve. And you plead for forgiveness from Nanami when slick begins to pool between your legs, as Gojo gently kneads and experiments with your breasts, rolling your nipples, long fingers expertly circling your clit and slipping inside of you.

Your orgasm shatters you and you stand there like a rag doll, body convulsing and eyes rolling back in your head as you drench Gojo’s digits with your arousal, the sticky strands of betrayal staining his hand as he brings it to your mouth. He gently peppers your neck and shoulder with encouraging kisses as you submissively suck him clean, tugging you along as he dries you off before tucking the both of you in bed, holding you in the mockery of a lover’s embrace. It doesn’t escape your notice that he’s chosen to sleep on Nanami’s side of the bed and shame has you curling into a fetal position, has you burying your face in the bedsheets, hoping for at least a whiff of Nanami’s familiar scent, a reminder of his presence.

It works, and you let yourself fall into a restless sleep, your lips twitching every so slightly upwards despite the tears still trapped in your lashes as you think of a tall blonde man, a yellow spotted tie wrapped around your hands as you teasingly pull a spectacled face in for a kiss. You writhe and twist in your sleep, heavily panting as you imagine Nanami’s hands roaming on your figure, his lips tenderly kissing a bold line down your neck and in between the valleys of your breasts. And as you imagine his fingers carefully rubbing your clit, you sigh his name, only to be abruptly woken as a lance of pain shreds through you.

Eyelids still heavy with sleep, body still groggy from being so suddenly roused, you can’t piece together what’s happening, one of your hands instinctively cupping your smarting cheek. But you frantically claw and bat in the dark, knowing exactly who’s on top of you despite the fact that your eyes haven’t fully adjusted to the blackness, the way your body is ripped apart once more, a telltale sign of whose cock is penetrating you.

“It’s very rude to say another man’s name when I’m the one making you feel so good. Let me teach you the only name you need to know."

There’s something horribly intimate about the position you two are in, the way he’s tainting the very sheets and mattress Nanami had made love to you on countless times. You wish you could force yourself back to sleep, could gouge out your eyes as you begin to make out the man pistoning in and out of you. But it’s no use and you know even sightless, those icy blue orbs are branded in your mind.

You vow to at least not give him the satisfaction of hearing his name from your mouth, pressing and biting your lips until a copper taste assaults your tastebuds. But Gojo has always been talented at everything he does, those gifted eyes seeing far more than they should. You shake your head side to side in denial as a knot quickly begins to form in your gut, body tensing as you feel another wave coming over you, only to let out a confused whimper when everything suddenly stops.

“You get to cum when you say my name and the magic word.”

The playful lilt and childish tone have you seeing red and you sneer in twisted pleasure when a gob of your spit hits him squarely in the face, a litany of curse words and insults spewing from deep inside of you, uncaring of how you’re more like a raving madwoman than a victim.

But you’re not the first brat Gojo’s had to tame, and he just smirks condescendingly down at you before playing you like an instrument, easily bringing you to that narrow brink where even a single breath of air, or a simple flick of a finger seems like it would have you toppling over the edge, only to relentlessly snatch you right back before you can fall.

You don’t know how long he goes on for, your shattered and denied mind barely cognizant of the beginnings of daylight creeping through the window. But as the rays of light make it to your bed, you break.

“Gojo-”

You howl when he pulls out, hips wantonly thrusting in the air for more friction as he crudely slaps his tip against your clit, a frown on his lips.

“That’s not the name I want to hear.”

You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Where’s your fucking backbone? How could you even entertain the idea of screaming another man’s name in your lover’s bed?

But when he steps away, your eyes zero in on how his cock separates from the sopping wet mess between your thighs, an unbidding distressed whine clawing up your throat at the thought of being left high and dry, mind hazy with lust and arousal.

“Sa-Satoru…Satoru, please.”

There’s work to be done and he’s not entirely pleased by the note of hesitancy and reluctance he still hears despite the hours he’s taken out of his time to educate you. But a promise is a promise and fuck if he doesn’t love the way his given name sounds in your mouth. And with just a few more meticulously placed thrusts and practiced twists of his fingers, you come undone, your lewd sex-crazed appearance and dopey smile from finally getting your sweet release dragging him down with you.

But it doesn’t end there and Gojo makes good use of your empty house, of the week he has alone with you.

There’s not a single surface in your home, not a single hole on your body that isn’t used and marked thoroughly. And even he briefly wonders if he’s being too rough with you, a flicker of concern crossing his mind as he pouts at the idea of his new toy breaking so soon.

But you prove your resilience and a strange concoction of pride and irritation festers inside of him as you determinedly clamp your mouth shut, a spark of defiance lighting up those lust-clouded eyes whenever he urges you to say you love him back, despite the way you practically ride and hump his face as he kneels between your legs and eats you out in the kitchen, despite the way you slur and babble his name over and over again like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

You’re adorable and he wishes he had all the time in the world to break you fully without using his trump card, to see just how durable you really are. But time is ticking and Nanami is due back any day now.

“Say you love me.”

He coaxes you by gently holding you in his arms, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, endearingly observing the way you seek the little comfort you can get despite the fact that he’s the giver, so deprived of anything other than frenzied arousal. But steely resolve hardens your eyes and you turn your face away.

“I love Nanami.”

You brace yourself for a cock slamming inside of you, a hand wrapped around your throat, but you aren’t ready for the endless galaxy that suddenly surrounds you, and blood-curling fear washes over you.

Unlimited Void.

You’d have to be living under a rock not to know of it, and yet, seeing it in person, you can safely say the rumors and tales don’t do it justice. Gojo laughs at how you frantically cling onto him, your arms wrapping around him, your face burying itself into his chest, voice trembling as you beg him to release you, beg him to get rid of his domain expansion, beg him not to let you go. You’ve seen the aftermaths of his technique, seen curses and sorcerers much stronger than yourself reduced to brain-dead husks from mere seconds in his domain.

“Say you love me.”

The words are on the tip of your tongue, fear making you docile. But a flash of blonde, a glimpse of a tailored suit in your mind keeps your saving grace stuck in your throat. You tell yourself it’s okay, you don’t mean it, it’s just a means to save yourself, surely Nanami will understand. And you begin to open your mouth, only to break off in a scream as you’re roughly shoved away, your hesitation speaking volumes to the white-haired sorcerer who sighs in irritation.

Not that you really notice or maybe you notice too well. You aren’t sure. You are sure. You can feel your sanity rapidly slipping as everything and nothing slams into your senses at once.

“Satoru, I love you!!”

It’s barely comprehensible, a shrieked frantic wail muddied by anxiety. But it’s enough and you sob in relief when Gojo ruffles your hair like you’re a well-behaved pet, leaning into his touch and digging your nails into his wrist, keeping his contact on you still and steady, dry heaving as you come back to your senses.

You don’t even realize that the repeated mantra is still coming out of your own mouth as you fling yourself onto the sorcerer as his artificial universe fades away, curling up in his lap, heart pounding as you chant “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again like it’s your holy scripture.

Gojo is on cloud nine watching you finally come to faith, finally worship him and praise him. You were lost, and now you’re found. And he has no intentions of ever letting you stray again. It’s not like there’s anywhere else for you to go, anything else for you to do other than warm his cock anyway.

He crashes his lips against yours as he easily slips inside your well-used cunt, walls molded and shaped perfectly after countless rounds. It’s sinful how good you feel, how good you sound, and he can feel his balls tighten, his own end quickly approaching as you shatter to pieces over and over again around him, quivering walls milking him, clamping down on him as if you can’t bear the thought of being empty.

But there’s nothing to worry about. What god would leave his faithful disciple unrewarded? What declaration of faith comes without a baptism? And he cums inside of you, hot spurts filling you up, branding you, marking and claiming you as his, the sticky white trails leaking out of your stuffed cunt a public declaration of who you belong to.

There’s silence as he lets you collapse on top of him, grinning at how blissfully fucked out you look, cock already twitching in interest again as he spies the mess of tears and drool dripping down your chin. But there are matters of business to attend to first and he nudges you to look at him, cooing down at vacant eyes still hazy with pleasure.

“Nanami is returning tomorrow-”

Blinding pain shocks you as a large hand tangles with your roots, pulling your head back so far you think your neck might snap.

“What are you so happy about?”

There’s a lightness to his question, the silence before the storm, and you wipe the smile off your face, hissing as he tugs harder.

“I know you like me more, but I didn’t think you would be heartless enough to be so excited about breaking up with your boyfriend. Poor Nanami.”

Even through the pain, the unspoken weight of his words registers in your head and you snarl at him with a vengeance.

“I’m not breaking up with-”

Your throat goes dry as he relinquishes his hold on you, one hand raising to eye-level, pointer and middle fingers beginning to cross, and you go still, mouth snapping shut.

“Good girl. Now you’ve experienced Unlimited Void for yourself. What do you think would happen to Nanami if I left him in there for even a second? Do you think he’d ever be the same even if he were to somehow survive, even if he were to go through months of rehabilitation?”

The inquisitive tone makes it sound like just a bunch of theoretical questions, but you know better, know the ramble for the threat that it is.

Love is about sacrifice, and you’re willing to give it all up for the man whose contact Gojo is pulling up on your phone, whose number is being called. And as the ringtones finally stop and a familiar voice greets you over the speaker, you seal your fate.

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