#girl it's a fucking cat. he's not going to learn tricks he's not going to learn vocal commands

[supercantaloupe]

my roommate laying down house rules for the cat making it really seem like she expects him to be like a dog

#i wanna talk about me #'don't tell him 'no' when he does something you don't like i don't want you to use negative reinforcement' #'direct him to something better to play or distract him with and then tell him 'great!' to give him positive feedback' #girl it's a fucking cat. he's not going to learn tricks he's not going to learn vocal commands #she's used to dogs so like i GET it but i'm not happy about it #cause the five pages of House Rules regarding the cat that she texted the house group chat are. kind of patronizing. #ik they're more meant for the other housemates who haven't lived with cats all their life like me but still #you don't need to tell me to keep him out of human food or away from open outside doors it's fine. i get ir. #also one of her points was 'he enjoys using his litterbox in my room so i'm not in a rush to teach him to use a human toilet' HELLO? #IS THAT THE PLAN? #anyway sorry for constantly complaining about this #i'm rly tired and my arm hurts so all i can do atm is lie in bed and react to things on my phone #i'll deal w all of this it's not that big of a deal i'm just in a bit of a sour mood this afternoon #but jesus please don't tell me she's actually going to try to potty train the cat.

[granddaughterogg]

You Let Me Complicate You - Part 1

This is a love story about Simon "Ghost" Riley and you, starting with a random hookup and later navigating your increasingly complex feelings and desires towards each other.

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PART 2 HERE

SUMMARY: You're all alone in London because of Reasons. On a particularly dreadful, windy, rainy Halloween evening you venture outside for a quick pint - but find Simon "Ghost" Riley instead. He's a consummate fuckboy who uses fleeting trysts to blow off steam collected at his deadly job, and you're a cynical, world weary girl who nonetheless very much enjoys no-string-attached sex. None of you are prepared for the horror of Actually Falling In Love. Also - the mask stays on for ridiculously long. What, oh what will become of this fateful encounter?

Chapter 1: SKULLFACE

As with many other adventures in your life - this one started only because you wouldn’t quench your curiosity.

It was an insatiable force, one that has driven you into a lot of shit over the years. On the other hand, you could call your life path - that collection of irregular zigs and zags off the beaten trajectory - anything but dull. And you owed it to that ever-present itch at the back of your head.

Let’s go back to the very start, shall we?

The start was unpromising. For one, it was Halloween evening, but you were on your own and it was pissing it down outside.

You sat in a tiny squalid apartment, its walls painted a nauseating shade of green and stared at the darkness behind your windows. Cold water splashed against the glass. Technically speaking, those windows weren’t yours. Nothing here was. You’ve just Airbnb’ed this hovel for a few weeks. The thing is, you’ve been awaiting news about a job.

They haven’t contacted you yet. You’ve been paying through the nose for this musty abode, bristling at the prices of groceries – at the prices of anything, really. London’s famous charms were lost on you. You hated this city. To you, it felt as if someone had squashed a dozen smaller towns into an amorphous heap. You didn’t know a single soul in those streets and you weren’t sure if you wanted to change that.

But how long can a lonely girl sit on her ass, browse youtube and marinate herself in misery?

And it was All Hallow’s Eve after all.

You always loved Halloween.

The weather discouraged kids from trick-and-treating. Yet you could still hear multiple footsteps going every which way on the wet pavement below, snippets of conversations and muffled laughter. Londoners decided to enjoy themselves tonight, weather be damned. 

You paused the video (it was about a groomer, tending to a particularly matted, hissy cat). You stood up with a sigh, slammed your laptop shut and went to the suitcase lying in the corner.

It’s been a week here and apart from your sensible job interview clothes, (which have been hanging on the door, properly steamed) you still haven’t found it in yourself to unpack.

Never mind that now. You unceremoniously threw the suitcase’s contents on the wooden floor and fished one particular object out of the pile; a little velvet dress, as black as the night.

You stood in front of the dusty mirror and pulled the garment on. It was one of those strappy numbers which start late but end pretty early. Hugged all your curves, not leaving much to the imagination. Your dear mother would’ve described this dress as „slutty”.

Just the way you liked it.

You’ve learned before that excessive preparations only dull your enthusiasm for the unknown. So you’ve slid your feet inside your trusted combat boots, smudged some black eyeliner here and there, put your hair up in a French twist with a simple metal pin, and threw on a jacket - and you were good to go.

Wherever those streets would take you.

***

It turned out that the streets wouldn’t take you far. Because it was raining fucking hard. 

It's one thing to merely observe the skies opening, and another to withstand their fury. You were trudging the pavement under your flimsy foldable umbrella, almost bent in half because of the gusty wind. You walked turned to the side, trying to avoid getting ballistic rainwater in your eyes, one half of your face damp and cold already. The light jacket offered little protection; soon you were soaked to the bone, and furious.

Screw it, you thought. I’m just gonna get inside any old place, have a pint and then go home.

You turned the corner and came upon a narrow crooked staircase leading below the street level, as was usually the case with pubs in this area. Some people were just leaving the premises, laughing and talking as they went. You caught a glimpse of bluish light, pouring from the inside along with some muffled bass beats.

Good enough.

You descended down the staircase; concrete steps crumbled under your tractor soles, threatening to throw you off balance. You passed by some folks on your way, squeezing yourself past them on a narrow path cutting through an overgrown courtyard. You pulled the handle of a heavy iron door. It was covered in graffiti and layers upon layers of old stickers. 

You stepped inside.

Your first thought was: This is not a pub.

You weren’t a local – hell, you weren’t even British – but after some time spent in this country, you’ve more or less become acquainted with the trappings of this cornerstone of any local community, what with its cosy nooks, mandatory fireplace and dark polished woodwork. Those kinds of places you knew. The beer wasn’t half bad, the tunes were usually tolerable and bartenders had this well-practiced cordiality to them. You liked the atmosphere of an English pub.

This, however, was different. Like, much noisier.

Your ears got filled with the metallic beats of dark industrial music. You couldn’t name the song that was playing. Deep inside there was a small dancefloor, where bodies swayed along with the slow, reverberating rhythm. 

This place was so dimly lit, that you had to squint just to adjust. The walls were raw concrete, with exposed brass piping running up and down in complicated patterns. It reminded you of a bunker. All the furniture seemed to be worn down and mismatched as if someone scavenged it from various vacant buildings. The bar counter was one giant slab of concrete too, its greyness punctuated by rows of tiny lights hanging from the iron truss under the low ceiling. 

The patrons all wore black. Not just your basic, nondescript black, oh no. You looked around (as much as you could while drifting in this neon blue semi-darkness, which revealed so little) and noticed some people in gothic finery. Velvet, lace, the works. Others chose leather or elaborate corsetry.

Ah, it’s one of those places.

You got your shit together, folded the damn umbrella, shook your damp hair to get at least some of the water out of it, and beelined to the concrete bar. At this point of the evening, you’d kill for a hot beverage.

The bar area was not too crowded, thank fuck. You clambered gracelessly onto one of the free barstools and smiled at the bartender. He was completely bald, with a ginormous nose ring and a thin face, eternally crumpled into an expression of faint disgust.

"Hello! One hot tea, please", you said breathlessly.

Dude looked at you as if you’d just spat on his mother’s grave.

"Tea? You sure 'bout that?"

"Well yeah", you answered. "It’s bucketing down out there, and I got chilled to the bone..."

The bartender wasn’t moved by your plight. 

"This is a club, not your Granny’s living room, see? We serve adults here..."

"Give ‘er a damn tea, Geoffrey. Don’t be a cunt."

A man’s voice rang out from your left. It was low and throaty, but also perfectly even in tone. It cut through the music and the bustle like a knife wielded by a steady hand. Your ears twitched pleasantly at this sound.

Geoffrey blinked at whoever it was that scolded him. Then he made a face and turned away to fulfil your order.

"I’m just saying, we’re trying to run a business here…" he muttered, putting the kettle on.

"I see that”, you assured. "Make that a tea and a glass of Scotch then. I could use both."

"Right." The bartender was seemingly placated by your offer.

When he put the drinks in front of you and turned towards other customers, you emptied the sugar packet inside the cup, stirred your tea for a while, finally sipped it - and sighed with delight. It all took a while. When the life-restoring elixir started to course through your veins, you stole a glance at the man who spoke earlier.

"Thanks for putting in the word for me", you said with a slight smile.

"Geoff's not a bad bloke. Just overworked." 

The stranger was tall and dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled over his head. He was looking straight ahead, away from you, cradling his whisky glass in two large, strikingly pale hands.

"I can imagine, with the place being so busy on Halloween and all...Anyway, I’m feeling better by the minute." 

"Drink up then, and that whisky too. You look like a half-drowned cat."

That voice was something to behold. So deep and guttural, with a thick accent that made short work of most of the consonants. As your ears helpfully suggested, it was probably Mancunian. One doesn’t simply grow such a voice. One earns it through incessant smoking and other recurring bad life decisions, no doubt. It was kinda hot.

...Wait a moment, did this perfect stranger just smack-talk you?

Your head darted upwards. 

"Did you just say that I look like shit?" 

Your tone was still playful - if underlined by a suggestion that you’re always ready to drop the playfulness.

The hooded man must’ve heard that undertone because he chuckled. That rumbling sound reverberated somewhere deep within you. Probably in your bones.

"Don’t be so hard on yourself, love. You're just a little worse for wear, is all."

That impassive tone of his stabbed you in the solar plexus. You've straightened up as if pulled by a string. The teaspoon fell into your tea, making a soft clatter, while you spun around on your stool to look this insolent git straight in the face.

"How do you know?" you bit out. "You weren't even looking -"

The following words got stuck in your throat.

Not only was the man hooded, but he also wore a mask. A tight black one, covering his head and the lower part of his face. A balaclava, your brain hinted helpfully. It looked like a part of the regulation equipment of the armed forces, and that's where the similarities came to an end. For the mask has been printed over – or painted, maybe? - with the image of a skull. Mainly its lower jaw. White paint glimmered in the bluish light, forming a wide, ghastly smile which grinned at you.

But even more striking were his eyes, large and protruding. Your stunned stare met two opaque irises, as dark and dense as a black hole. You weren't able to decipher their expression. That cryptic intensity of his gaze seemed to bend space-time. 

His eyelids and skin around the eyes have also been blackened, but his long lashes remained pale as frost.

You stared at this vision with your mouth ajar, like a dead fish.

"What?" He asked calmly and quietly. "Do I have something on me fuckin' face?"

You were always quite outspoken, but at that moment words eluded you.

"Cool mask,” you said finally because something needed to be said. „Cool...disguise. Is it for Halloween?"

He didn't blink. It was unnerving.

"I don't do 'alloween, love."

"So you wear this thing 'cause it makes you more interesting and mysterious and shit?"

The tall man leaned towards you, his eyes creasing in a smile.

"Look at you, sweetheart. It's clearly workin'."

"That's because of that stare of yours. It could pin a person to a wall...", you murmured.

"I could pin you to a wall. Just ask nicely.”

You felt suddenly weightless. Out of breath. 

"For how long?" you quipped, trying your damnedest to sound flippant. 

The nerve of this fucking guy!

"For as long as you'll need me to. I'm a dedicated man.”

There was no bravado ringing in his gritty voice. Just a calm statement of fact.

You cut a look at his arms. The black cotton of the hoodie did little to conceal their immense size. 

He could probably deliver on his promise.

You took a long breath, trying to regain your lost composure. It wasn't easy when this hulking freak stared you down, but you'd been in tighter spots before.

Goths, amirite, you thought. Ever the contrarians, regardless of their age. They tended to be good in the sack though.

You studied this new specimen very thoroughly - and there was plenty to stare at. The man was built like an industrial-sized fridge. Ridiculously tall even while sitting down and broad-shouldered, with a firm chest stretching the plain black cotton of his sweatshirt. Which, by the way, he wore zipped up almost to his very chin, like a layer of protective gear. Weird.

Those dim little lights over the bar made it hard for you to discern the details, but you also noticed the width of his torso and his powerful thighs, clad in simple blue denim. He was by far the plainest dressed patron of this edgelord cellar joint. Apart from the mask you didn't notice anything even remotely Gothic about his style or bearings. Although he sat motionless, cradling a glass of whisky in his long, strong fingers – he still exuded that kind of primal strength which you've learned to associate with the outdoorsy hiker type or the avid sportsman.

"Like what you're seein', love?”

You winced, a bit perplexed that he had caught you taking stock of his impressive physique. But you weren't about to let him know that.

"Yep”, you blurted out instead, staring boldly into those eyes, as dark and impenetrable as a shark's. "Do you?"

"I do, yeah."

Aaand here we go, you thought, relaxing immediately. For now, you were on a beaten path.

"You've said that I looked like -", you chuckled accusingly, leaning back on your stool. His stare was gliding all over you without any shame, probably filing the best finds away for later.

"I know what I said," he cut you off calmly, leaning closer. The height difference between you two was striking.

"Your mascara got smudged and ran off...to there."

You stilled as this complete stranger traced a pale finger across your eye socket. You drew in a deep breath as he touched your zygomatic bone, where nothing possibly could've smudged. His fingertip travelled even further, brushing over your sensitive skin and freeing a lone strand of hair from behind your ear. It was still damp from the rain.

He did it very slowly. Very gently.

You let him. As if you were hypnotized. Attempted a smile, but the corners of your mouth felt strangely numb.

"See? Now that's perfection", he stated in the same hushed, impassive tone of voice before turning back to his drink. The whisky glass disappeared in his hand.

You were silent. Your head was buzzing as if someone had set the radio inside to a non-existent channel.

The thing is, you knew perfectly well who you were dealing with. When it comes to seasoned fuckboys like Skullface here, it's all very simple; they're nothing to be afraid of. Such men are what a high wave is for the swimmer. An opportunity for a fun ride.

Back when you were a teenage girl, you liked to spend hours on end in the sea. At the time you'd like to imagine that this cool, salty, malachite green vastness was your lover. You drifted in the water, letting the wave carry you, surrendering yourself to its tender ruthlessness, allowing the element to hold you for a moment without dealing any harm, to guide you like a dance partner, and then to pass by and disappear into the distance.

It is just like dancing. As long as you know the steps, something beautiful can come out of it.

And you haven't had the chance to let loose on the dancefloor for so long.

You calmed your body by taking a few deep breaths. You couldn't calm your heart. What you could do, though - was to let your audacious spirit take the wheel.

You grabbed at your glass and emptied it in one sweep. Vile whisky did as it always would; it burned your gullet only to flare into a ball of pleasant warmth once it reached your insides. It was not a connoisseur-worthy beverage, but its aggressive sweetness suited your current mood.

You threw your head back and exhaled slowly.

He was watching, you could tell. He tilted his head slightly. Amusement emanated from behind the black mask.

"Say..." you drawled, leaning towards him with your eyes sparkling, for you felt a surge of vigour and boldness along with a freshly bloomed, alcohol-induced blush. 

"Does your mum know that you being a goth is not a phase?"

Skullface snorted softly.

"I am not a goth, love."

"Then why are you in this den for kinky weirdos?" You gestured around the dark interior, including the bare walls, the blue neon light and the throbbing, metallic, dark rhythms pulsing around you.

"I like goth chicks”, he admitted. Cheeky git.

"Why?" you prodded.

"Tattoos in fun places."

"Animal”, you chided him, setting your empty glass down with a bang.

"Excuse me, sir!" you called out to the bartender. "I shall have another."

"Like you came here for some lofty purpose. Wanna discuss the works of Kierkegaard...dressed like that?” The masked man snorted, summing up your entire scantily clad person with one tilt of his chin.

You chuckled quietly, taking no offence.

"I'm surprised that you even know how to pronounce his name."

He remained silent, so you fired away again, buoyed by the alcohol in your veins: 

"Weren't you supposed to add something scathing after the 'dressed like that' part? I'm still waiting for that burn to sting."

"If I did, I'd be a fuckin' hypocrite", he muttered. "Cause I very much enjoy it."

That solemn note of appreciation in his voice made you smile and nod. What an earnest freak.

The bartender came over and took away both of your empty glasses.

"What can I get you?" he asked, his gaze moving from his face to yours.

"Two glasses of bourbon, Geoffrey", the masked man said.

He noticed that you were opening your mouth and nipped those objections in the bud by raising a finger.

"Hey. Bear with me here. If you don't like it, you might drink whatever you want next. Even more of that fuckin' coal sludge you've been having."

"Excuse you, Scotch is hardly a sludge".

"That's what the bloody Scots would tell you. In much more...colourful terms, I s'ppose. I have a Scottish coworker and every time that we go drinkin', he gives me a bloody earful about the superiority (he pronounced this word rolling his r's) of the local distilleries over that Kentucky brew."

"You're friends with a highlander?" you asked. "Does he curse at you in Scots whenever he gets agitated?"

"All the fuckin' time. He's a twonk." A smile laced his words.

"You sure are passionate about your liquor choices." 

You propped your chin up with your hand, smiling at him.

"If I wanted to taste a fuckin' fireplace, I'd chew on a burnt log. Bourbon is the way to go. Much sweeter."

You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden fervour.

"You don't seem like the kind of lad who pursues sweetness," you quipped, trying to look into those impossible eyes of his and not blink. So far, it was a downhill battle. 

The bartender came back. Two glasses full of amber liquid landed on the counter with a dull clink. You didn't have the time to focus on them, because Skullface leaned towards you, shading you with his powerful torso and obscuring the source of the blue light. Your nostrils were suddenly filled with his pleasant manly scent, mixed with the fragrance of fresh laundry, some kind of a woody-citrusy aftershave, and a hint of something you couldn't decipher even though you knew that smell. Its memory, devoid of a name, tickled at the tip of your tongue. Fireworks?

"Sweet and rough things should go hand in hand in life. That's how you make it all bearable somehow."

"Somehow?..” you asked absentmindedly, mesmerised by his deep voice. By the promise tilting at the edge of those slowly, intently enunciated words.

"Hey, true balance is hard to find, 'cause life's a fuckin' mess. It's chaos, it's cruel. No point to it at all."

Holy mackerel, you thought. A goth girl admirer, an apparent powerhouse of a man and a homegrown nihilist in one. With eyes like two abysses and a voice like grit. This was going to be an enchanting evening.

Don't go crazy just yet, you admonished yourself. Don't let this stranger in a mask get the upper hand on you. Keep your calm so that he doesn't sweep you off your feet prematurely.

"So," you murmured, your tone casual, "What did Kierkegaard have to say, exactly?"

Dark eyes twinkled. 

"Many things. Like that our whole existence is absurd. It doesn't really matter what we do, so we might as well do whatever the fuck we want. And right now, I want to do...this."

He dipped a finger into his glass of bourbon and glided it across your lower lip.

You parted your mouth without protest, giving in to the shamelessness of this gesture.

"Just taste it."

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[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf headcanons: number????

-Stiles and Erica always have the best snacks Because they’re both insatiable bottomless pits for food.

-Lydia has a secret knife collection and the first one was given to her by Allison’s father before she was even in the pack

-Boyd Is a bachata king (he’s been in classes since junior high) 

-Erica is Peruvian, Portuguese, and Dutch.

- Scott took up boxing classes sometime after his dad left because he wanted to be more macho but quit after somebody clocked him in the jaw and it left his jaw crooked

-Allison is a horse girl.

-Isaac likes going to cat cafes and is regularly given cat ears by other patrons who think he works there

-Cora has participated in underground MMA fights to bring in some extra cash but was actually so good that she ended up with a decent Fanbase

- Peter is a ranch retreat owner and doesn’t tell the pack because he feels like they would crash every weekend just to be petty for all the bullshit he’s done to them

- Jackson’s adoptive parents have been treating him to mani and petti’s ever since he came out to show they’re supportive

- Derek started working part time as a mechanic because of a recommendation from his therapist

-Kira is the fastest in the pack even tho she’s clumsy. Short distance she can even out run the born wolves

-Derek and Mason have weekly Uno matches that last for hours that the entire pack likes to bet on

-Liam plays Pokémon go and is well known for being found in weird places just to catch Pokémon

-Mason is an art student & is extremely good at police sketches and that’s how he got recruited

-Jordan can turn any pool into a hot tub if he tries hard enough

-Derek asked stiles to start taking self-defense classes after Girard

-Kira convinced Malia to crochet every time something upsets her and now the whole pack Owns sweaters, blankets, scarves, and socks. Malia is currently working on hats

-Lydia and Peter regularly gamble and place bets on who will do the most stupid thing in the pack today but neither are allowed to place bets on stiles or Derek

-Stiles purposely learns wind magic just to do aang marble trick from avatar the last Airbender

-Boyd and Isaac have a secret tick-tock account where they regularly post to pack

-The entire pack knows in theory that Peter fucks because there was no other way for Malia to come into existence but still wholeheartedly believe that he got no bitches or swag (except Scott and Allison because peters flirted with both their parents and They don’t want him to actively seduce their parents out of spite so they leave him be)

#teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf movie #derek x stiles #malia hale #malia tate #cora hale #lydia martin #peter hale #jackson whittemore #isaac lahey #vernon boyd #erica reyes #liam dunbar #mason hewitt #kira yukimura #jordan parrish #allison argent #scott mccall

[gyupinkys]

PLEASE?

JUN X FEM READER

Bestfriends to lovers since exclusive fairytale is driving me insane…

WC:1.6K

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, switch jun, switch reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, creampie, begging, mentions of viagra, begging

Moving into college is hard. It’s your second year, yet every new dorm is equally as much of a hassle. You finally flop onto your bed after hanging up all your clothes only to be met with the rumbling of your stomach. 

“God, I should've eaten breakfast.” you mumble to yourself, thankful your roommate is nowhere to be found.

You begrudgingly get up and walk out, head deep into your phone trying to find the nearest dining hall on the campus map. You find the closest one to you is only a few buildings over, just to crash into someone in front of you, making you stumble back.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry” you say looking up at the tall blonde. 

“Nah, it's my bad. I was too into my phone, I'm trying to find a dining hall.” he says in a deep, smooth voice. Damn. He’s really fucking hot. The unnatural blonde suits him so well, and his cat-like eyes are incredibly attractive. 

“I’m actually looking for one too. There's one a few buildings over, you want to go with me?”

“Sure.”

From then a beautiful friendship bloomed. You learned his name is Jun, he’s from china, he speaks mandarin, cantonese, and korean. He loves to dance. His best friend/roommate's name is Minghao who is also from China and has bright red hair so it would be hard to miss him on campus. He used to be a child actor, but got into business so he can take over his dad’s company, and most importantly he is filthy rich. He didn’t even bother to say he’s “Comfortable” like most rich people do, he just said “I can pay all four years of full tuition with no worries.” which told you everything you needed to know. You and Jun quickly became friends, attached to the hip would be an understatement. Wherever you went, best believe Jun would be there. He became your go-to person. If you needed something he would get it for you, if you needed help he would be there, he was even there to ice your nipples when you got them pierced. You lost all shame when it came to Jun, he was your person. So when you walk into your room one day, just to see Jun laying shirtless in your bed, covered in sweat, with his dick in his hands, and your panties to his nose, you’re beyond confused. 

“Jun?” you say with wide eyes, quickly shutting the door.

“I’m sorry Y/N, Hoshi tricked me and gave me chocolate but it was some sort of fucking viagra and now I can’t stop thinking about you and I’m sorry if this is weird and ruins our relationship and i know I should’ve just went to my room, but I know your roommate and hao are in there and I really wanted to see you and I knew you could help me-”

“Jun, slow down what?”

“Y/N, please fuck me.” he says with a whine.

You feel like you could collapse right now. 

You slowly walk up to him and take his chin into your hand, raising his face to meet your eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Y/N. Please.”

You straddle his thighs and kiss him and take his dick into your hands, beginning to stroke it making him groan. “Jun, how long have you felt like this?”

“Since you bumped into me in the hallway. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” he says and leans forward to kiss you again. He runs his hands across your body and squeezes your ass. 

“Baby, please let me fuck you.”

“Jun, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Imagine how crazy you drove me every time you bent over only wearing one of my shirts, every time you wore a shirt with no bra, touched me in a certain way, looked at me with those pretty eyes, smiled at me. I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long, to be able to call you my girl.”

You smile at him, a bright, beautiful smile, making his heart skip a beat. You lean back and take off your shirt, his hands immediately flying to your chest, squeezing them.

“When I saw these tits for the first time I popped a boner. I had to pretend I was fine seeing your nipples pebble up from the ice.”

“I wish you did what you were thinking. You helping me made me sooo wet.”

He runs his hands to your sweatpants and pulls them down, helping you get off leaving you in just your panties. He sits up and kisses up your chest and around your face. He kisses your forehead, then your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your jaw, and finally your lips.

“Please fuck me, Jun.”

He flips the two of you over pulling off his sweats and boxers. “Where are your condoms?” 

“You don’t need one.”

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Yes Jun! Just fill me up already.” you whine.

He groans into your neck, running his fingers through your folds, only to find you ridiculously wet. “All this just for me?” he smirks at you, slowly circling his finger on your clit. 

“Yes, Jun”

“You flatter me, Baby.”

He runs his fingers down and plunges two straight into your hole, cutting to the chase and feeling around for your G-spot. He knows he found it when your back arches off the bed and you grab his hair, pulling his lips to yours. He continues thrusting up into your sweet spot, making your toes curl. You pull his hair and look into his eyes. 

“I want to cum on your cock, Junnie.”

“And exactly when I think I couldn’t be more in love with you, you surprise me.” he says with a smile. “But no.” he says as his eyes darken.

“What the fuck do you mean no?” you say in shock.

“I mean, you’ll cum when I let you cum.”

“Jun, stop teasing.”

“I can show you what real teasing looks like, Baby.” he says as he pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into your mouth as you're about to rebuttal.

He pulls you up by your hair and pushes you to your knees. “You know what to do Baby, I’ve heard first hand about how much of a whore you are.”

You groan but lick his leaking tip while looking into his eyes. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do, '' you say challengingly. 

He looks into your eyes and shrugs. “I guess I’ll have to show you.”

He hooks his fingers into your mouth to widen it and shoves his dick straight into your mouth without giving you any time to adjust. He begins to thrust into your mouth and straight down your throat making you gag, but his fingers make you unable to close your mouth. You look at him with pleading eyes, but the tears running down your face only turns him on more. He decides he’s had enough. He needs to fuck that soaking wet pussy or he might actually die. He grabs your hand and throws you on the bed. 

“Spread your legs.”

You obey but you're plotting. Is he forgetting he was the one desperate for you to touch him? Now he wants to be in charge? Not on your watch. As he bottoms out in you, you let out a loud moan to distract him and flip him over. 

“Junnie, I think you’re forgetting you’re the one who's in desperate need of somewhere to dump their cum. You’d think you’d be a little nicer to me.” you say and grind your hips into him, making his eyes roll back.

“I want you to beg for me.”

Without missing a beat he starts to beg. “Please fuck me Y/N, I need it. I feel like I'm gonna explode. You're so warm and tight I feel like I’m in heaven. Please help me, baby.”

You raise your hips and his hips chase you, making it so you don't raise off his dick. “Jun, how am I gonna ride you if you don’t let me up.”

He groans and glues his hips to the bed, letting you begin to bounce. You feel like he’s in your guts, moving your insides around to accommodate him. 

“God, Jun you feel so good.” you moan out as you bounce faster, ignoring the burn in your thighs.  He thrusts meeting your hips as you bounce, pushing his dick deeper into you. His hands travel to your clit, pressing firmly and rubbing tight circles. “Please cum baby, cum on my cock, I’m so close.”

Seeing him so pathetic beneath you does something to you. You grind harder, feeling his tip hit your spot everytime, throwing you over the edge. As soon as he feels the first squeeze of your cunt he lets go, filling you up completely, causing some to spill out of you onto his thighs. He pulls you down for a kiss, holding you as you come down from your orgasm. 

He looks you in the eye when he whispers “I love you” against your lips.

As the sun shines through your windows, you awake with a smile on your face. It feels so good to finally be in Jun’s arms as his girlfriend. You sit up and stretch making him get up with you. He wraps his hands around your waist. “I’m hungry,” he says. 

“You want me to order you something?”

“No, I’m hungry for something else. I missed out on eating it yesterday” he smirks and drags you down onto the bed with him.

A/N: LMK if you want a part 2 with her roommate and how? I'm thinking a forced proximity kind of thing.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #jun smut #wen junhui smut #bestfriends to lovers #jun is driving me crazy

[skrillawrld]

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“Angel, you’re up next.” Your coworker said.

‘Time to show the fuck out.’ You thought. Apparently there was this fine group of rich folks outside ready to watch you guys pole dance.

Once your coworker, Cookie, told you that it was your stage time, you heard the girls that came off stage ramble on about a group of dudes throwing mad cash.

You heard them mention two dudes with long hair, one with blonde hair, and a tall dude with a buzz cut. They had to be fine if they had the meanest stripper confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I gotta see this shit for myself.” You said; wrapping the strings of your heels around your legs.

“Good luck out there, boo.” Amber, another worker, told you. She always wanted you to do your best and get your coins.

“Thanks my love, I’ll do my best.” You said, smiling at her. As soon as she seen that smile, she knew you were turning into another person on stage.

Cookie told the dj he could get ready to announce your name in a few, considering you were still choosing a song.

Once you chose your song, I luv this shit by August Alsina, the dj announced your name.

“ Hello everyone, Welcome Angel to the stage; if she’s feeling generous one lucky woman, or man may receive a lap dance from her !” He announced.

You walked out, a cat walk to be specific. Your body glowed and sparkled, giving you an euphoric look. The farther out you walked, the more eyes began to turn on you; room silencing down as everyone was too mesmerized to continue their side conversations. The attention was directly on you. 

While the song was still warming up, you scoped out for the group your co-workers were discussing . Once you spotted them, you already had a clear idea of who was going to receive the lap dance from you. Of course one of them were going to get pick, why settle for less when more is in front of you?

Exactly.

As August voice began to play you took that as your clue to start circling the pole, something real light to get everyone’s eyes on you; keeping constant eye contact with the specific group. From your observations two of the men had girlfriends, or women on their arms. However, care was not in your thoughts. Your main target wasn’t any of them, the one with the buzz cut had piqued you, and your pussy’s interest.

You climbed up the pole, twirling and performing slow, sensual and sexual movements . Since you had went to pole dancing class earlier that week you decided to try one of the new tricks you learned.

Climbing all the way on top of the pole, just to drop partially and end it off with a backbend off the pole into a split. You were nervous, scared you might slip and embarrass yourself but you did better than expected. 

From your point of view it may have seemed sloppy, but the men in the crowd seemed to be infatuated with your movements; watching how beautifully you performed and hoping they were the one you chose for your lap dance.

Getting up from the splits, you crawled towards the end of the stage, making sure your hips swayed with each drop of your knees; pointing at the dude with with the buzz cut and motioning him over with the pulling of your finger. 

He pointed at himself, and after noticing your head nod he came over. His nonchalant vibes seemed to turn you on more, you looked at it as a case needed to be cracked.

Whenever you grab someone your girls already know to grab a chair. When he finally reached over to you, whispering in his ear, you began to ask him about his age and name, making sure you felt morally correct about giving him a dance. Once he told you his name, Connie, and his age, 23, you decided it was fine, considering you were 21. 

“Are you fine with getting felt on, Connie?” You whispered in his ear.

“I’m fine with whatever, babe.” He responded; placing himself in the chair Amber had brought out.

As soon as he sat down, he positioned himself in a man spread so he’d feel everything and allow you to see everything he was working with, especially the bulge that already seemed to be protruding.

You started to walk around him, making sure to keep eye contact with him every time you’re in front of him. While the song rang in your ears you started to get in touch with the melody, allowing your body to move freely on its own , as if you were one with the beat. 

“Ask me why I do it, Ima put it like this, goddam it, I love it.” You heard as the lyrics played; placing yourself upon Connie’s lap and grinding into him, the eye contact being held was truly intense. He began rubbing on your ass, slapping it, whispering dirty nothings into your ears and placing you directly on top of his bulge.

“You’re so pretty for me, Angel.” He stated. Pulling your hair back, he started trailing kisses up your neck, as if you two were the only in the room. The closer to your lips, the harder he sucked. On the upper right corner of your neck he sucked the hardest, earning a groan and grind from you. 

Connie pulled away; inspecting the bruising on your neck to see if it was noticeable enough for him after his assault on the area even though it was dark. You betters believe after tonight you were going to be his.

“I need you so badly.” You whimpered into his ear. For him, this was a sign for him, you confessed to it, you’re basically his lover now.

After telling Connie that he told you to quickly finish with your show and meet him outside, you’re horny, so you agreed. 

Finishing up your show you collected your money and went backstage to count and band it up. After you were done with that you quickly told the girls bye and to enjoy the rest of their night. 

Walking outside you were met with Connie and his group of friends, the girls weren’t lying, they were really beautiful people, really bold too. The one with the brown shaggy hair, who’s name you had found out was Jean, immediately approached you to tell you how good you performed, in which you responded with a nervous laugh and a shy thanks.

“Let’s go pretty girl.” Connie said after waving his friends off. While on the drive to his penthouse he proved to have excellent music taste, everything about him had you on fire already. During the ride he had his right hand placed securely between your legs; gripping and rubbing whenever he hit a sharp turn or decided to let his foot sit on the gas.

Arriving at the penthouse you didn’t get to take a look around. He pounced on you and you returned the energy, ready to fuck on him like rabbits in the mating season.

Connie grabbed your face and sloppily kissed your lips; sucking on your neck and making sure to lick on the sensitive spot behind your ear.

He already knew how and where to turn you on. If he had neighbors they’d believe he was hurting someone the way he had you moaning and begging.

He began to strip you, leaving your panties for last. Kissing down your body Connie had no intentions to just fuck you but make love to you, he wanted you to feel so good that you’d never think of leaving him alone.

“Connie~” You panted out. He gave you no chance to show what you were working with. He was acting as if you were his wife he hadn’t seen until after a long war, you weren’t complaining but your brain was going foggy. How could making out already have you so dumb?

Connie ears went deaf to your pleas, if you weren’t telling him to stop or screaming red he wouldn’t hear. He wanted you, no… he needed you.

He needed to feel your body, he needed to feel your insides, he needs to feel your lust. That you and your body needed him as much as he needed you.

Connie has never felt like this over someone, especially someone who only met once. He was almost whimpering with need, his body was so hot and deprived of touch after tonight he couldn’t let you go, it just wouldn’t be right.

“C’mon baby, you’re doing so well for me.” Connie moaned in your ears; his fingers pumping into your pussy at such a fast pace, if someone were to deliver food the only thing they’d hear from the front door is the squelching of your pussy and your uncontrollable moans of begging Connie to go faster and telling him to “make me feel you.”

After he finished licking the cream from your pussy, he gave her a kiss and slap, which caused you to squirt. Surprising right? No. That’s what overstimulation does sometimes.

Placing you on the couch, Connie sucked on your breast before grabbing a condom. Once he slipped the condom on he gave you a deep passionate kiss. One that gave you the feeling that he wants to see you more.

As he slipped into you, your jaw went slack. The more he entered, the further your eyes rolled back. He laughed, what a sick fuck, huh? Watching you lose yourself all over his dick, he loves it.

“Focus.” He said, patting your face. He wanted you to watch him, not that he’s obsessed with himself, but he wants you obsessed with him. He placed a decorative pillow under your hips and placed his hand near your uterus; spitting on your clit and quickly began to rub on your clit, getting you stimulated and excited, excited for his dick.

After making you cum he pressed harder on your uterus, pushing himself inside. The moans… indescribable. There wasn’t a word to describe how he was making you feel. He grabbed your face, staring into your eyes, when they weren’t rolling back, and grinning. He already knew you were putty in his hands and he wanted you like that all the time. Whenever he wants you to sit on his face, you’ll come and do it, without questioning and telling him that you’d hurt him.

“Please..” You begged out. Connie kissed you, whispering sweet promises into your ears, telling you how you were his and how he’s gonna take such good care of his pretty baby and her pretty pussy. Those words sent you over the edge. The impending orgasm that was long overdue had finally arrived. Your pussy spasmed, forcing Connie out of you and sending you to the floor; shaking uncontrollably.

Connie wasn’t done, he took the condom off and placed himself and the front of your mouth. Seeing him there all hot and sweaty you had the urge to please him, though you were still going through your orgasm, he rubbed your back as you began to calm down.

You stood on your knees and began to suck him off, he understood you were tired so he gave you a sympathetic look before roughly shoving himself down your throat, ultimately leading him to his orgasm. He came down your throat, it wasn’t the nastiest but you preferred it on your face.

He gave you a kiss and picked you, sitting you both on the couch and praising you on how well you did.

“I think I wanna see you more after this.” He spoke.

“Me too.”

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#blackgirl #anime x black!reader #poc reader #x black reader #anime x blackreader #anime x poc!reader #black women #black y/n #x black!reader #black reader #aot x black reader #aot imagines #aot x you #aot smut #blackwoman #blackreader #black authors #connie #aot connie

[narwhal-butterfly]

Okay so the Christmas before covid hit my aunt got me the Nimona graphic novel and I loved it I still love it and when I tell you I squealed when I saw Netflix was making a movie, I squealed like I squealed, I was/am very excited

(Not part of this movie but I love that this movie is how I learned that the author of Nimona, one of the creators of Steven Universe, and the creator of She-ra(all of which I love) is trans, well looks like I'm going to go cover up their deadname on my book when I go back to my mom's house lol)

So y'all are getting my live reactions

(spoilers under cut off)

I have only watched 4 minutes into this movie and just EEEEEEEEE like they gave Ballister the biggest sad cat eyes you ever did see and he and Ambrosius are so gay and aasssahhhhhhhhfggggggdybeufbeusl

Okay I hate all of the knight (except Ballister and Ambrosius)

"You think I'm her favorite?" Yes ofc you are, you sweet little sad cat man

Eeeeeeee Ballister and Ambrosius are so fucking cute(this is probably gonna be 90% of this post lol)(edit: I was wrong)

Awww they're all cheering for him ❤❤❤❤ "Let a new era of heros begin with you" awwwww

OH FUCK SAD CAT MAN JUST KILLED THE FUCKING QUEEN WTF WTF WTF

OH SHIT AMBROSUIS JUST FUCKING CUT HIS ARM OFF WTF

OH SHIT WTF IS HAPPENING IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GAY AND CUTE

EEEEE NIMONA MY BELOVED BABY

Ooooh cool robot arm

EEEE baby has found one of her gay dads YIPPIE

"Sick arm. Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?" I love her, she is so fucking weird/pos

"-Then we rise like a firy phoenix from the ashes ro overthrow the government!" YESSSS down with the government!!!!

"This guy looks extremely punchable." "You're right. He is actually punchable." father and gender-fluid child bonding<3

They took his arm >:(

Aww he's going sad little cat mode;-;

Oh no Ambrosius thinks Ballister really killed the Queen ;-;

Baby is shape-shifting and I love her

Ballister sliding in on his face well Nimona is doing all of these cool tricks is the best thing ever

Nimona making her dad breakfast tacos and being unintentionally loud in the kitchen is just adorable and really shows how much of a kid she actually is

She tried to clean up the house well he was asleep awww(well more accurately she tried to make the house more of an evil lair but it's still cute)

"You're a mo-" "what? Marsupial? Mariachi? 🤌Meatball?🤌" I love her

Uh oh baby's got ✨️trauma✨️

"Why are you helping me?" Oh okay then;-; "Because I'm bored." Bullshit "And everybody hates you too." Oh ;_;

"But I'm not a girl. I'm a shark. *teeth click(×2)*" same

Ballister is such a tired dad

Ballister is such a tired dad (but now at a train station)

"He hates freestyle jazz." Pffff but also Awww

Ambrosius hair smells like lavender, alrighty then, but why are you smelling his hair Todd? that's a little fruity/hj

Uh oh the Director knows Nimona

The cereal ad is adorable lmao

"I just think it'd be easier if you were a girl." "Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious." I mean she's not wrong

Ooooh we're getting her backstory!!!! Oh nvm lmao, I love her lol

"And now, you're a boy." " I am today." Mood

Nimona attacking the Squire well Ballister's trying not to get caught as some lady's trying to sell him a car is just beautiful

He is so her dad and I love it

She's so trans and I love her

"Who would protect Todd?" No one, Todd sucks

OH MY GODS, IT WAS THE DIRECTOR WHAT THE HELL????

"Arm-chopping is not a love language!" Nimona I get that you are trying to protect your dad from an unhealthy relationship but in this case it is

Ambrosius no! babyboy do not talk to The Director, she is literally the problem!!!!

"The man I love,-" oh ;-;

Oh my gods, he's jealous of Nimona, no sweetheart, she is not your replacement, she is your new child

Uh oh babyboy's having a breakdown internally

Nimona defending Ballister is so cute

Also the director calling Nimona a 'miscreant, whispering in his ear' as she whispers into Ambrosius' ear is just 😗🤌*chef's kiss*

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't need proof. You know I'm not a murderer." why must you hurt me like this? I just wanted to watch a movie ;-;

The lovers are fighting and Ballister defending Nimona and that's adorable but also heartbreaking

Nooooo, not the babies(Ballister and Nimona)

Oh my gods she turned into the fucking dragon from the cereal ad

Oh sweetheart, you're not a monster ;-;

"I don't what's scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." oh sweetie :(

Her dad is taking her away to somewhere better I'm crying oh my gods ;-;

YESSSSS AMBROSIUS STAND UP FOR YOUR BOY

Ma'am I don't give a fuck about your nightmares

Oh my gods she just stabbed him what the fuck, you bitch

Thank the gods it was just Nimona acting lmao but yes show the kingdom!!!

Oh my gods they're playing Monopoly I love them she is so his kid and he is so her dad

He sees to her reaction to him being freaked out about her breathing fire and then calls it 'metal' I just- I- eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh ;-;

Awwww they're dancing and she's a shark for some reason lol

Aww they're watching scary movies

Oh no baby's having a nightmare :(

"You're safe." Awww "we're home." AWWWWW ;-;/pos

Aww Ballister and Ambrosius are going on a nachos date

Awww Ambrosius believes him

Nimona did not set him up sir, the Director is lying to you, Nimona is a sweet and innocent baby who has done no wrong, well actually she's done a lot of wrong but I don't care she's a sweet innocent baby

Ambrosius ily but do not make him choose between you and his child

Uh oh, what's Todd doing?

Sir, no that is your child, stop yelling at her please;-;

Oh fuck it's Todd

Oh my gods are we getting Nimona's backstory? oh my gods we're getting baby's backstory

Awww her and Gloreth were friends <333

Awwwww she had a crush on Gloreth

Uh oh the other people are scared of her

Oh nooo, oh baby ;-;

Uh ooh

UH OH, baby went Godzilla mode

Oh no she's hurt :(

Anndddd Ambrosius is finally getting how fuck this is

Oh baby :(

"I don't what scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." Oh honey noo :(( ;-;

Oh thanks the gods, her dad stopped her

"I see you, Nimona. And you're not alone." Ooooooh eeeeeeeehh ;-;

YEESSSS BABY'S SAVING THE CITY!!!!

OH FUCK IS SHE OKAY?

OH FUCK HER DAD'S MAKING THE SAD LITTLE CAT EYES AGAIN

Oh, okay, I'm crying now

Oh I'm not okay

Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods, she's (maybe(hopefully)) okay

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHE'S OKAY!!!! THANK FUCK

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona my beloved #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #i love all of them

[szagaloree]

His wife…

Chapter 6

Contains: cuteness and fluff

In the morning spider was looking around, he walks into his aunties quarters “hey have y’all seen mom?” He asks “naw kid, she didn’t come in the room at all last night,” Raven answered putting her gun her hoister, he leaves looking for her. Searching through the lab she was now where to be found neither Quaritch, so he walks over to his room, he quietly opens the door and walks in, once he peeled behind the wall he sees his mother and father both in the bed asleep, he started to smile a little. Quaritch begins to wake up and his eyes were upon me till he glances up he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him but once he looks back again he flinches from seeing spider standing by the wall, “how long have you been standing there?” He asks, “I just came in, I was looking for mom but I guess found her,” spider smirks.

He huffs shaking his head “learn how to knock,” he said, he leans up before slapping my hip “alright wake up,” he said tiredly “shut up” she mumbles shifting in her sleep “don’t tell me to shut up woman get up,” he shakes her head she opens her eyes groaning before pausing “spider-what the hell are you doing?” She asks “nothing I was looking for you,” he smirks as he leaves, I huff then glance at quaritch who chuckled “what’s funny?” I question as I get up, “I wasn’t laughin,” he said, I got dressed but Quaritch pulls me back by my tail making my eyes go wide “get back here you little kitty cat,” he says, “ughh don’t call me that it’s so cringey,” I scoff, I walk away “oh you’ll like it,” he smirked, I leave out heading to the lab, “gwen, been looking for you, we got some intel on sully,” Raven said “what?” What’s going on?” I ask she grabs my wrist taking me to the corner “they’ve relocated far from the forest,” she informs, “good, they it’s best for them,” I sighed, “how are we gonna deal with the rda? The more we rebel the more suspicious they get and they can put us down?” She asks worriedly “I don’t know but.. I gotta get spider out of this,” I huff “gotta figure something out sooner or later,” I shake my head looking down.

I walked outside to see Quaritch teaching spider how to play basketball, “so.. you didn’t come back in the quarters last night, you and Quaritch had some fun?” Allen asks i chocked on my water “hell no! What the fuck Allen,” the girls snickered, I roll my eyes “we didn’t do shit, so y’all can stop the you’re little foolery,” I said, I sat down and laid my head on raven’s lap, “make sure to beat that asshole’s ass spider!” Ellice shouts I smirk with a snicker “ why don’t you get you’re ass up and play since you’re all talk,” he said, “ohhh I don’t wanna do ya old man,” we laughed.

As they play I just sat and watch spider and quaritch interact with each other, this is one of the first times I’ve seen Quaritch act like a person and not a puppet. He was being him, smiling and everything, i would wish this for him then anything else but I can only convince him for so long till it’s his finals decision on what he wants, me and the girls jumped when the boys sprayed water on us “you fucking asshole!” I scoff, they laughed, later on groan wincing in pain that was in my chest, I could hardly breath, “you alright?” Allen asks “yea god this chest pain is killing me,” I huff, “probably needs some meds,” she said, I walk to the lab wincing, “what’s wrong?” Spider asks “nothing just having chest pain randomly,” I answered.

I huff taking some pills before sitting down at the table by spider “so how you feelin?” I ask, “fine, dad taught me how to make a 3 pointer,” he smiled “nice, how do you feel, about your dad?” I ask nervously, “he’s… good, I mean I wouldn’t think he would, accept me he would disown me… after being kinda alone i just wished you both were here,” he says “I know, you’re dad could’ve been here longer then me if he wasn’t a hard ass, I don’t know how to get through his big head,” I said “do you ever think if you and dad could get.. back. Together?” He asks hesitant of the answer because he knows how much I was very overprotective of him against his dad, I didn’t want him to be just like him nor end up the rda’s puppet, but them getting together again, that was our of the question…. Is It? I only dreamed of us being together, being happy and living a free life on Pandora away from the rda and their bullshit, but that’s only a dream to be honest.

“I don’t know, don’t think so, the way he is, it’s..mm” I bit my lip, it’s hard to talk about it even more. He looks down saddened “but I wouldn’t mind being friends with him I just can’t be with him,” I said, he nodded. After dinner I stood in a certain room to look at my old logs, it hurts to see how I was when I first got there but I love for when I changed, it was a lot better. “Reminiscing on the past?” Quaritch comes in “spider’s asleep?” I ask he nods “yea knocked out figured playing basketball wore him out,” he said, “surprised you ain’t knocked out old man,” I said “yea whatever i ain’t old,” he sat down, “you really never gave up that hairstyle,” he says, “what about it? That’s my go too,” I said, he grins “mhm, I be telling everytime to just let your damn hair down for once,” he said “and I did once,” he chuckles.

“You want to go fly around for a little?” He asks.

“Why?” I ask “what just to have some fun,” he smirks getting up, is Jake my head silently laughing as I get up. Flying through the sky it feels so beautiful and refreshing to see the forest at night and how it glows, earth was never like that even before it was destroyed by buildings and wars and pollution.

🎶“I could lie-could lie-could lie… everything that kills meee… makes me feel alive”🎶

I giggle watching Quaritch chase after me “imma get you somehow,” he smirks “I’ll like to see you try,” I chuckle.

🎶“lately I’ve been-I’ve been loosing sleep… dreaming about the things that we could be… but baby I’ve been-I’ve been prayin hard.. said no more counting dollars.. we’ll be counting stars…”🎶

I fly down laughing he lifts me up making me squeal with laughter, “stawwp” I giggle he smiled carrying me inside over his shoulder, “miles put me down right now,” I said, “nope” he smirks, we ended up in his room apparently and now he puts me down I run to leave but he grabs my tail “aye let my tail go,” I jumped he pulls me back “get back here you little rascal,” he said, I scoff he wraps his arms around my waist sighing in content. “Why am I in your room?” I ask cocking a brow, “what scared Ian gone bite ya,” he smirked I shake my head at his foolishness. “Even an avatar you are still sooo fine,” I chuckle “don’t think this is a way for you to get your way with me Quaritch,” I said “back to Quaritch? Whaaat nooo,” he fake pouts, I roll my eyes “I’m serious, you look just like you, that’s sexy bomb ass women I married,” he said pecking my lips teasingly, I stared at him not sure if I should take the bait, but you only live twice? I guess, I kiss back leaving him shocked, his grip tightened pulling me closer to his chest.

#Spotify #quaritch x oc #quaritchhiswifeoc #spider quaritch #quaritch smut #colonel quaritch #avatar quaritch #na'vi quaritch #miles quaritch #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #lo’ak sully #avatar the way of water

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 25 and 26: Confrontation and Re-creation

Since both episodes are out, I will review them both. Time to find out if the finale can bring it home

Spoilers below

-Gabriel and Tomoe think they are doing this for their own good. Should have called this episode Delusion.

-So they giving everyone nightmares, at least Adrien isn’t alone in suffering

-Ladrien dream was actually Marinette in ladybug armor. It looked cool but I wanted Ladrien

-Gabriel died in the dream, still don’t get how that’s a nightmare. (Marinette really forgot chat blanc existed

- okay Marinette’s parents dreams are adorable. Tom you sweet man, and Sabine care about their children and eachother.

-oh snap, Alya’s nightmare. Actually realistic and terrifying. For her at least.

-Tikki saw the food. Get it girl.

-Adrien technically been dealing with it the longest… but now it’s not special. Everyone be suffering

-they have a tech antidote for nightmares

-Damn, that is disturbing. And Adrien will probably use it… baby no.

-Okay he resisted. Good for him. Well it wasn’t an order, but still. Adrien is trying.

-Plagg mocking Gabriel.

-Plagg gonna be a menace today

-how many rings does that robot have

-Adrien giving up his miraculous out of despair. What a surprise, he’s gonna be out of the final fight. At least for now. Plagg gotta go get ladybug.

-Tikki ate all them bread. Respect

-“it’s not personal, it’s for Adrien.” That’s PRETTY FUCKING PERSONAL

-Nathalie’s nightmare is basically Gabriel winning. Glad she realized the truth on that… even if it was too little too late.

-Nathalie got a crossbow. KILL GABRIEL WITH IT

-oh damn, I knew all meditation apps were evil!

-Plagg flying across the ocean to get to Ladybug. Plagg will always be the light of my life

-Ladybug finding out Nathalie was A Lara croft

-Plagg gonna be smart about this

-Alliance showing why tech companies are all evil

-THEY ALL DOWNLOADED THE APP! NOT THE RESISTANCE. NOW NO ONE CAN RESISTANCE

-MYLENE THE GOAT! Mylene has shot up so much in my favorite classmate rankings

-Ivan's nightmare sounds adorable

-Mylene start slapping them please. NINO MUST BE DEEP HYPNOTIZED

-NO MYLENE DONT DO IT! And she dropped down in my rankings again

-Damn it, she was tricked by her friends

-Gabriel's cliche speech to Emilie. Blah blah blah. WHAT MORALITY?! YOU WERE ONCE A BRITISH CHIP MAKER?!

-NATHALIE GONNA SHOOT HIM! DO IT! END THIS MAN NATHALIE

-Gabriel really did the 'Appeal to her humanity' then betray her. Dude said he threw away his morality.

-Imagine the last thing you see is that ugly ass costume

-Ladybug learns Nathalie had all of the stuff

-Ladybug just saw that Monarch was Gabriel. Damn. I think thats a first

-Gabriel really just out here slandering and then leaving her with the poison app.

-DID NATHALIE JUST FUCKING DIE?! SHE GAVE EXPOSITION AND DIED

-Okay this is silly how they are turning everyone against Ladybug and Chat noir

-WAIT IS THAT FEI!

-Im convinced every adult in this show is an idiot.

-Oh good, alya is being logical.

-Oh wow, okay so the charm and Cataclysm that gabriel got actually are useful to his plan. Well played. Now die

-OH That is evil. Miraculize me.

-Damn it, i wanted cat alya.

-They tracking her.

-Well I gotta admit, the Alliance minion making is probably Gabriel's most effective plan. But like all plans, the women involved did the heavy lifting

-Ladybug hid by detransforming

-Gabriel is a little TOO enthusiastic about going to find a vulnerable teenage girl in his house

-Plagg finding out that Monarch was in his house the whole time.

-LADYBUG CAT NOIR UNIFICATION!

-KICKED IN THE FACE!

-BUG NOIR!. Okay so I am very mixed on the outfit, but the entrance and that confidence is stunning.

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(This is my reaction before watching part 2, so here is my quick thoughts)

For all the stakes and reveals. If I were to rate this by itself I would say... 7/10. I dont like how Adrien is absent for this whole thing. I really hope that this changes and Adrien somehow gets pulled in. Because quite frankly... THIS IS A BIG THING

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Okay now for part 2, recreation

-Oh its Lila or Cerise or... WHOMEVER THE F*** SHE IS.

-Seems Alec also had a s*** father.

-What is Lila even doing?

-SHE DROPPED A PIANO ON HIS HEAD! Beautiful

-She's beating his ass!

-Meanwhile back on the boat.

-Rose showing why she has CRAZY ASS STRENGTH

-WANG BE SMACKING BITCHES WITH HIS WOK!

-OMG, SU HAN TRAINED JAGGED STONE AND PENNY IN KUNG FU. Which means luka too.

-hold on, so NO FERNANDO!? 0/10. Needs more fernando.

-BUNNYX! Taking Luka to Paris.

-"I cant interfere, but YOU can."

-Please tell me Fang also knows mirakungfu

-HOT DOG DAN!!!!! THE GREATEST HERO OF ALL TIME! 10/10

-Oh right, Majestia too. To a lesser extent.

-Majestia makes a point.

-Yo, they gave Knight owl an upgrade.

-So basically Majestia and Knight owl are if Super man and Batman were lesbians.

-Monarch does have a point. He has 15 miraculous.

-I do enjoy Monarch getting flipped and kicked

-Did he just cough up Dust? Oh he is dying in real time

-Doesnt he look so redeemable (Sarcasm)

-BEAT HIS ASS WITH A SHOVEL!

-Darkowl was saved

-YO! I just realized that Eagle is the perfect counter for this power.

-Alya's sister split a building in half

-Power of the buffalo. I think the sub meant bull

-Bug noir brings the house down

-FANG!!!!!!!!!!! MVP MVP

-Luka has a cute name for his sister, thats adorable. Okay only 2/10 now

-Also this proves Mirakung fu is easy as hell to learn. so WHY DIDNT SU HAN TEACH LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR!

-Su han, "How can you resist the nightmare."

-Knight owl: "I am the nightmare." That is so batman its hilarious

-FEI COMES IN LIKE A F***ING BEAST!

-Why even use any other transformation, the Dragon is so OP.

-Okay so The typical back and forth between hero and villain. Yea this was expected.

-Adrien wouldnt want this. Adrien wants that. You know who should have a say here? ADRIEN! That would be nice.

-Marinette is clearly more right, obviously. but I still wish Adrien could speak for himself.

-Okay so the heroes are getting widdled down, lila is hacking into the mansion

-Yo! she got a ton of rings with glue and a boomerang. Nice

-She knocked the butterfly off. (which is my bet on how Lila got it)

-So bugnoir won. Nice!

"Check mate." DAMN That was a hard line drop

-And then its ruined because Ladybug sees this guy only has a few hours left to live.

-What is she doing?

-Marinette what the hell are you doing?

-You mean to tell me that Nathalie could have just tied his ass up earlier and made him watch it and that probably could have prevented the whole events.

-But lets be honest, the only reason Gabriel feels the way he does right now is because his plan failed and he is dying

-IT TOOK A 30 SECOND CLIP. 30 F***ING SECONDS

-Yes, you did ruin everything. Now die sad.

-Gabriel is like "You make the wish"

-AND Marinette gets betrayed. She tried to Steven Universe this bit but ended up Venomed.

-Well at least Gabriel is still a dick.

-Reveal yourselves?

OH DAMN! THEY LOOK SO FUCKING COOL!!!

-I can see a certain group of fans being happy with these designs.

-GIMMI. THE KWAMI OF REALITY?!

-Oh damn so thats their fused form.

-Wait, why didnt Ladybug and Chat noir just summon their kwami's god forms to fight?

-Gimmi is a whole ass mood

-Gabriel, you dont deserve to be remembered as a good father. You were s***

-So Gabriel wins. yea this f***ing sucks

-Universe gets wiped

-WTF. Its a utopia?!

-Adrien gets two moms

-Glad everyone is having a grand old time but... wtf

-Oh look a NORMAL BABY!

-There are so many jokes I can make here but I will abstain.

-THEY GAVE GABRIEL A F***ING STATUE

-A world without Gabriel agreste meme here

-I really want to see this utopia completely uprooted and turned into chaos more than anything

-It sucks because there is some PRIME adrinette moment right in front of me, but it just feels like Adrien is left in the dark and gaslit.

-A cute kiss. But something seems wrong

-So they fixed the miraculous but the butterfly is missing (called it)

-Wait, Everyone gets a miraculous now?!

ALSO NO REVEAL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

-Even Sabrina?!

-Wait, so Argos is allowed?! but how though?!

-Wait, how many endings does this episode have?

-Lila back at it again

-Wait... What the f*** happened?!

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Okay so this was a b**** and a half to finally watch

But yea. I do NOT like how this basically gave Gabriel his win.

Yea he's dead but he won.

Adrien has no idea that his father basically did that, and it makes the whole fight seem pointless.

Then there is all that utopia crap. (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS. )

The adrinette is sweet and all that.

But ADRIEN IS BEING GASLIT. Its some bulls***

Also how does Marinette remember the wish? Wasnt it supposed to be some cosmic rewrite?

All I know is... I need some time to think. Do I even want to continue watching ML. Knowing that Gabriel wins and gets treated like a martyr.

Season 6 needs to start with some sort of Upheaval. Consequences need to be had.

As for my rating.

I cant give it an honest rating right now. I need to cool off.

Is it the worst written? No. But the ending has pissed me off

it feels tainted.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml #ml recreation #ml confrontation #miraculous ladybug spoilers #ml season 5 #ml season 5 spoilers

[briefcasejuice]

𝐢𝐢. daredevil headcanons!

a giant list of comic, live action, etc. daredevil headcanons i've been growing in a twitter thread since late august. > part 𝐢. | masterlist

COMIC/LIVE ACTION AMBIGUOUS

matt's the kind of person that speaks through their yawns; like he’d be mid-sentence and yawn, he doesn't wait for it to be over till he starts talking again.

matt has auditory hallucinations of his dad's voice when he's sleep deprived and his dad's is the only face he dreams about.

matt texts with full punctuation proper caps and everything, foggy texts with full punctuation but uses a lot of shortenings and emojis, karen doesn't have auto capitalization on but uses full punctuations and cute emojis; she’s a white heart user.

matt soothes a hand over his beard (or chin if he’s going clean shaven) when he's thinking (the way charlie cox does in interviews).

foggy played the acoustic guitar in college (to get girls of course).

foggy has one those dad phone cases with the flap that goes over the screen. matt would've gotten one but it's annoying to handle as a blind person.

matt talks in his sleep; sometimes it's cases he's working on, sometimes it's random phrases like, “gotta keep you safe”, “he's behind there” and other times it's just stupid stuff related to whatever dream he’s having.

every time matt's ‘dead’ or missing, foggy quotes thurgood marshall to himself whenever he misses him, is in a situation where he would usually ask matt for advice or just needs a little support.

matt picks up a lot of foggy's speech patterns and doesn't even notice it (autism).

even though matt wears his glasses a lot, if you've known him long enough you can tell he'd been crying because his nose goes temporarily red for a day after he has a really good cry.

foggy has an extensive dad joke notebook. matt actually learned to read ink with his fingers by stealing jokes from the book.

matt used to hang out with an older stray cat when he was younger, before he was blinded and after he was blinded, for every cat he met, he pictured them as that childhood cat.

matt takes whatever foggy hands him almost on instinct and it’s lead to some really funny scenarios like matt holding all of foggy's belonging in his arms in the middle of a colombia courtyard because foggy can't find something in his bag. he also gets this ultra serious look on his face whenever he takes the items like foggy's trusting him with the world.

COMIC

matt's definitely the type of guy to stand in the living room listening to news on the television for 40 mins — dad style.

matt, foggy and kirsten listen to abba; they’re huge fans.

matt is a certified dark chocolate guy, karen is a milk chocolate gal, foggy will have any kind.

you tell mike and matt apart by which one has smile lines around his eyes.

the reason matt keeps changing the shape of his glasses is because he keeps losing them. whether it be around the city or just random shenanigans of putting it down and forgetting about it.

mike says, “matt jumpscare” whenever matt enters a room he's in.

before stick found matt, mike taught him how to do spinning tricks with his cane. after stick found him, matt became super good at it and taught mike some new tricks. mike noticed the sudden uptake in skill but didn't comment on it cause matt was already good at everything plus at least he was learning cool new stuff out of it.

matt hates lollipops; it's just sucking on your own saliva to him and he doesn't want to be tasting himself (in this context).

both matt and mike have really distinct laughs; matt's is very sudden, enunciated and his head gets thrown back while mike's is like a snort-giggle before he full of laughs and he bites his lip on a smile at the end of it.

sam's workplace once handed out father's day mugs but he doesn't... y’know so he passed it onto matt. matt didn't know it said ‘happy father's day! best dad ever!’ until mike used it. matt had gotten upset because it's his favourite mug and mike was like, “matt, what the fuck, why's your favourite mug the father's day mug?” and matt goes, “the what mug?”

definitely unrelated but after that, matt started buying things for sam which sam thought was really random but it was usually just items matt came across in stores that reminded him of sam.

both matt and mike mimic/mock people with a whiny voice to make fun of them. foggy hates it ‘cause they do it to him (affectionately) the most.

matt uses mike and (or) foggy as sensory anchors.

mike used to be so annoyed at having to 'drag his brother around' after matt was blinded but soon, he got used to it and was really jealous when matt started gravitating towards foggy and trusting foggy to lead him.

matt dreams about mike sometimes which can get really funny because even as adults, mike still has the same 9 year old face in his dreams.

mike got pretty good as acting for matt early on because they'd switch places a lot; it only got more complicated when matt was blinded and suddenly they had to worry about a lot of things only matt could or would need to do. in soule's run mike (spawns) begins existing with an identical pair of matt's glasses — i like to think it's a product of that. matt buys two lots of pairs of the same glasses for a multitude of reasons but one of them's always set apart for mike, not just only in case he needs to act as him but also because they actually take a weird sort of pride in being twins.

LIVE ACTION

matt and foggy would go to ihop in their pjs after doing unintentional all nighters in college.

foggy’s tackled matt into a hug while he had an injury multiple times before and it hurt but matt dare not say it did ‘cause foggy’ll feel bad then order him to stay home.

matt has a slight lisp.

matt and karen like dark chocolate, foggy likes milk and dark (in that order) but will eat whatever's there.

foggy used to say 'dude' a lot when he was younger; brett and matt still make fun of him for it.

karen goes as rapunzel for halloween every year.

matt obviously didn't know they were getting the nelson and murdock sign in 1.09 so: foggy and karen would whisper in foggy's office about ordering it and where to hide it once it gets here etc., matt knew of course he just couldn't let them know he knew because it would ruin the surprise for them.

emergency ice packs (& other medical supplies, lollipops included) in the office.

foggy mimic/mocks people with a whiny voice to make fun of them.

buying silk sheets was one of those 'when i get my first paycheck!' type promises for matt until he met stick who drilled it into his head that he didn't need nor deserve that kind of comfort and he went for a futon (canon). after elektra, when he started forcibly growing older because of the trauma their relationship left behind and the corrupted closure of his father's death he started dreaming like that again and did indeed buy silk sheets with his first paycheck from landman and zack; granted, it was most of his paycheck.

#can you tell ive been hyperfixed on mike for like a month LOL #anyway time to start a new thread #daredevil #daredevil comics #marvel's daredevil #netflix daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #kirsten mcduffie #blindspot #sam chung #mike murdock #mattfoggy #nelson and murdock #murdocks #stick my head down the canon

[sweetestofchaos]

Stray Kids Reaction to...You singing ‘Need To Know’ by Doja Cat

Backstory: Everyone has to preform a cover song that they pulled from a hat and you are laughing ‘cause you don’t show your sexy side very often. You take a few days to practice on your own. Getting your dance moves down and memorizing the stupid song so you won’t look dumb in front of everyone. A girlfriends takes you shopping for the perfect outfit. Can’t do this little show half assed, right? The outfit is simple, a pair of white booty shorts that have a colorful pattern on them with a matching blazer, the sexy part? You’re wearing a hot pink lace bralette with hot pink open toed strappy heels.

You are holding the performances in one of the practice rooms since it has the most space and when it’s your turn, you quickly get ready. You signal for a staff member to start the music and take a breath before you walk in, your heels clicking on the beat.

Warnings: Suggestive content and strong language

a/n: Okay! Here is the second half of @thickemadame​ request. Thank you again, for waiting! I hope you enjoy this, hun.

Bang Chan

The way you are demanding Chan’s attention, is making his heart race. When did you learn how to move like that? Were you always able to make your ass bounce so easily? Thoughts of the two of you together start to plague his mind and he fighting for his life. Damn. You want to eat him? Well, shit! Guess he knows what it’s hitting for later.

Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay) Take a ride into the danger zone

Lee Know

You got some kind of nerve walking into the room in that outfit. Who the hell do you think...oh...oh! Nevermind, keep is up. Minho is stuck, the man can’t take his eyes off you. He’s all about dancing, so watching your legs stretch and bend is making him want to join you for a different kind of dance. He’s impressed. Who would have thought that one of friends was such a vixen.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)

Changbin

Changbin was laughing when it was your turn. He didn’t know what song you got, but he knew you would be fun to watch. You hated dancing in front of him. When you walked in showing off your legs, Changbin didn’t know what to do. He wanted to rip his shirt off and cover you...but the moment you started singing he wanted to rip that clothing right off. He was intrigued by this new side of you. Sexy and tempting. Man he wanted to do whatever you wanted to do. He was waiting and ready.

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe) Gotta know what it's like (like) Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa Baby, I need to know, mmm

Hyunjin

Man’s is hype! He loves this song. The way you’re making the song your own is everything. He isn’t missing a single thing you do, not looking away once, even when the guys are losing their minds beside him. He likes the way you drop to your knees and hump the floor as you slide back towards the mirror. Your ass is looking great. His tongue plays behind his lips and he catches your eyes as you go into a split while laying down. He smirks and runs his thumb over his lower lip, letting his tongue poke out. You know that signal and smile. Looks like you’ll be riding tonight after all.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

Han

Whoa! Whoa...whoa! Jisung isn’t sure what he likes more, the lack of clothing or the filth coming from your mouth. He knew you could rap, but damn not like this. The way you can make this song sound so much sexier, yeah he might have to shoot his shot. He’s always liked you, thought you were super cute and sweet. This new side is exciting and he wants to live on the edge a little.

You know my nigga be buggin' me I just be wonderin' if you can fuck on me better

Felix

Felix isn’t stupid. He knows that your just singing this song for fun. However, the way your staring at him and only him?? Na, you want this dick and he’ll give it to you. He’s been waiting for his chance to make a move and you beat him to it. He wonders if you’ll be loud for him? The walls aren’t thick at all, so a gag will have to do...maybe he can use that pretty bralette?

I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten I can't stand it, just one night me

Seungmin

Oh? That’s what your into, huh? He can deliver, don’t worry about that. Seungmin keeps his cool, smirking as you dance to the lyrics, his eyes not leaving your hips as you sing the song just for him. He wonders if your skin will bruise if he spanks you hard enough? Would you cry for him? Beg him to slap you harder? What were your limits? Seungmin couldn’t wait to find out.

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (ew) Uh, wait, I can take it (ah)

I.N.

The moment Jeongin’s eyes lock with yours, it’s a wrap. He plays shy and innocent, but he’ll show you want he can really do. No more, mister nice guy, that’s for sure. You come close to him and he leans back in his chair, giving you all the room you need to park that ass right in his lap. Go on, don’t be shy. He promises to take good care of you.

Tryna see if you could handle this ass Prolly give his ass a panic attack

#soc stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids x reader #need to know #request 33 #i am so sorry this took so long

[twig-the-edgelord]

HI IM TWIG!!

Some people call me “Twiggie”, you can if you want to! I use HE/HIM or SHE/HER pronouns. If you don’t know what to call me just use male pronouns! I’ve been described as “not all there”

V HERES MORE INFO ON ME!!!! :D V

MY PARTNER

-> @warioscholar

I’ve some how tricked a guy to be with me!!!!!

I typically draw him as a stick!!!! He is my baby girl and I love him lots!!!<3

THINGS I LIKE

My current hyper fixation -> SCP

(My Bright rewrite -> https://www.tumblr.com/twig-the-egde-lord/722759915119198208/id-like-to-introduce-everyone-to-dr )

Other things I like

Shantae

Skullgirls

FNaF

Analog horror

Chainsaw man

Kakegurui

Bugs

pokemon

Animals

Naruto

Crash Bandicoot

Undertale/Deltarune

Illbleed

Komi can’t communicate

Batim

DHMIS

The Walton files

Vocaloid

Clothes/fashion

Learning about illness

Colour pallets

Clone high

Kirby

Cupcakke

Nine Inch Nails

Video Game History

Animal Crossing

Splatoon

Sally face

Fran bow

Danganropa

Minecraft

DDLC

And lots and lots more

Here’s my skin :D (the cat is chainsaw RIP :[)

TAGS I LIKE TO USE

These will be added to this post so you can find them

Twig asks-> I’m answering an ask

Twig rants-> just my silly rambles

Twig being evil and fucked up -> me being super silly

Twig is tired -> I’m on some sad shit

Twig gives facts -> spontaneous animal facts

Twig lost the fight -> the horny demons won

More maybe added

I also use my tag search bar to help remember all the silly’s I do

OTHER STUFF :D

TikTok-> bisexaulloser

Twitter (I’m not calling it X) -> https://mobile.twitter.com/mangle_potato

YouTube-> https://youtube.com/@twigtheedgelord5868?si=Y2fNP3UJS6h9uzuv

Gore side blog-> @twigsasillygoober

Evil version of me -> @twig-the-edgepeasent

Camila rp account-> @maggotsarefriends

!!!!!!NSFW!!!!!!!!!!

NSFW ACCOUNT

NSFW ON TUMBLR

I’m not going to draw actual NSFW on Tumblr!BUT BE WARNED THERE IS

Lewd

Possible NSFW headcannons

Random stupid rambles

More maybe added

(All of these will be properly tagged)

Please read these

DNI

Hey, please go away if you (are)

a terf

Ship kids with adults

Ship siblings

A map

A zoo

A lolicon/shortacon

An incel

THE REST OF YOU CAN STAY AND BE MY FRIENDS :D :3

AND THAT WAS ME!

THE MAN

THE MYTH

THAT BITCH

✨✨TWIG✨✨

#twig being evil and fucked up #twig asks #twig rants #twig is tried #twig gives facts #twig lost the fight

[the-slasher-madame]

If you're still doing requests: What if the slashers had a S/O who could control animals? (Straight up, this mf could make a group of rats conga line with a few hand movements, lol) Bonus points: Maybe this ability was the reason the slashers didn't kill them initially? (I love your headcanons so far, btw! Especially the geese one, lol I hope you have a lovely day/night!)

HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT!!!!! Animals r so cool lol. I'm remember Ratcatcher II from The Suicide Squad and I am loving it. For some reason I'm reminded of a story where this one girl did like freeform taxidermy?? Only tenuously connected, but hey my brain is missing a few washers. I'm glad you like the geese!!!! I love geese so, so much. I see them at school and its all heart eyes.

CWs: mentions of violence (it's slashers y'all, they go stab and we go "yes king <3", cursing (think y'all are used to that by now lol), let me know if I missed anything!!!

Vincent Sinclair: I genuinely think this boy is very soft. I firmly believe he loves animals and the soft side of life, so he would love that you have such a connection with animals. I think he'd worry about if the animals are ok when all this happens, but he thinks its so cool. I think he'd beg you to bring animals around so he could pet them and sketch them with a proper model.

I think, in Ambrose, the most likely animals on hand would be squirrels, rabbits, and snakes, none of which he's noticed behave the way they do when you're summoning them for protection. You just make a solid line of defense, and he knows better than to fuck with snakes, so he just stops and waits for Bo. Bo is terrified and probably thinks you're Satan, but Vinny is gonna be absolutely fascinated. He begs Bo to keep you around, and Bo was a little too scared to deny it. Would make sure to get you anything you need if it tires you out and would have food and water on hand for the animals. Jonesy is off-limits, unless she's run off and they can't find her (I feel like you can kinda sense the animals around you??).

Bo Sinclair: I just have a gut feeling that this boy is terrified of supernatural shit, at least if you use that supernatural shit against him lol. He loves asking you to do stuff like this as a party trick. Wants to use you to help when hunting (animals), but would also test to see if you can control humans. I think also in softer moments he would love interacting with animals he usually doesn't get to see up close. And, if he pisses you off, I think you could use the woodland critters to your advantage. . . thefUCK DID THESE SQUIRRELS COME FROM--

Would feel the same way about you controlling Jonesy, using it only if she's lost and possibly in danger (but he's also the type to say "she can handle herself" so he'd wait a little bit). Did not appreciate being attacked by the small creatures when he tried to catch you, but he had his shotgun and you cared for the animals and were getting tired. It was quite the stalemate, and quite the compromise. Would every once in a while ask you to bring animals around for Lester to play with, or for Vinny to use as models, or even for Jonesy to play with. He's a family man, what can I say

Michael Myers (RZ): as per usual, stoic and seems uncaring. He isn't the most gentle person ever (he was raised in an asylum by a fucked up doctor-I'll talk about him later, but he's gonna handle animals like a small child). Rough but trying his best, doesn't mean to hurt them. I think using animals would be a good therapy technique, give him something to learn how to be soft with. Starts to love when you bring animals around, and learns to be gentle. Back to the beginning though: like a cat, rather predictably. Sometimes glares at the animals, especially if they decide he is the new mama. I think he would hiss, but he doesn't talk so he just glowers until the animal wonders away (but their insistence starts to warm his heart).

I think birds would be what save you from Mikey. He's marching after you in the dark nature-y parts of Haddonfield, and you summon birds to swarm him. I don't think he'd really react much to the pecking and scratching, might be more sensitive to the noise, but is overall just curious. Like "well this is new." (I think creativity and novelty is like the key way to get him to spare you). He likes to study, and would absolutely observe your power. Y'all stare at each other while you catch your breathe and the birds swarm the Boogeyman, and eventually he turns and walks off. You start catching sight of him following you, eventually, but he never made a move to harm you so you let it be. Eventually becomes very soft with the animals and loves feeling how soft they are, feeling their warmth and feeling them breathe while they lay next to you on his chest.

Thomas Hewitt: I’m sorry y’all, I’m just convinced that this family is terrified of the supernatural. With every superpower, Thomas is a little freaked, Luda Mae is looking for holy water, Hoyt is convinced the devil has finally come for him (he should be worried more about me), and Monty is laughing at Hoyt. However, I think this power would be one that wouldn’t freak them out as much. Like gee animals?? Hoyt and Monty particularly are gonna think you’re harmless, and Luda is going to be a little hesitant around you but overall think you won’t hurt anyone, and Thomas is gonna be so soft. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. Like awwww you’re animal themed 🥺🥺 They’d definitely make you take care of rats and maybe get the animals (if they have any on their farm??) to come to slaughter easier. Thomas wouldn’t like that idea, he wants to keep you protected from all the violent shit, and Hoyt would be pissed if you refused. Will start being an ass and Thomas starts to glare at him... and you call on the rabbits and birds. Hoyt never yells at you again. Ever. 

I think more small woodland critters would be the most readily accessible. Rabbits, squirrels, birds (can y’all tell I like birds yet lol?). Rats, you’re going to find rats in the basement ad get them to chew through your bindings. When Tommy comes back and finds you free, terrified, and surrounded by rats, he’s going to go get the rest of the family and let you live. I another one that loves loves loves getting to interact with animals up close. Loves petting rabbit (I also love rabbits). Loves the birds landing on his finger like a Disney princess. Feels bad when he has to butcher pigs, and keeps you away from the family cannibal business at all costs. Understands that you’re connected to animals and doubts its any easier when its you know...humans. Mesmerized by you, your powers, and your looks

Brahms Heelshire: he’s a bit conflicted. One one hand, this boy was undoubtably a bookworm, I mean what else could he do while being exiled to the walls?? Anyways, he feels like you’re a character from his childhood books and it makes him love you even more, already associating you with pleasant memories. On the other hand, what the fuck people aren’t supposed to do that????? I think he learns about your power while he’s still in the walls, and he gets over it pretty quickly seeing how careful you are with the doll and other critters you find around the mansion. You refuse to use the rat traps and at first he’s a little annoyed, but then he sees your power and starts to understand why. I think when y’all finally do meet, he’s trying to be as non-threatening as possible and you have gathered an army of rats. He doesn’t move toward you, just starts talking softly and trying to explain who he is. You’d eventually have to ask him to repeat it all cause you were busy trying to not have a heart attack and a stroke at once. Y’all manage to come to an understanding. 

While out of the walls, he will pester you with as many questions as he can get out of his mouth. He’s a curious boy, what can I say? I think, like Mikey, he would be a little rough on the animals first before learning to properly handle them. For the love of every god, please use the animals like therapy animals. He can play and pet with them while also learning to confront the trauma of his bullshit parents. I think he would really like rabbits, cause he has the childlike center, and could learn to be decently ok with the rats but I don’t think he will touch them. When deer wander through, he gets super excited. I think he would warm up to a cat or a dog in the house. WAIT NO HE’D MAKE A DOLL OF THE PET TO MATCH HIS DOLL AWWWWWWW!!! Would also probably make woodland dolls. He’d be happy that his doll isn’t lonely anymore :D

Alright, I’ve got the first 5. Let me know if y’all want more!!! I love fluff like this its so cuteeee And n case it wasn’t obvious, I really like birds and rabbits (my favorite plushies are rabbis :3). I can’t tell y’all how honored I feel to be getting requests and follows and just I’m soft 🥺. I’ve never been real popular or had like a solid community of my own so this is all really special to me, and I will be thanking y’all as often as possible <33333

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Rules of Engagement

Part 1: Flight Plan

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Jada "Venom" Miller

Warnings: Language, drinking, Hangman being Hangman. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI

"Oh my god Phoenix...Hangman left his locker unlocked.... it sure would be a shame... if someone messed with his stuff." Jada laughed shooting her friend a mischievous grin.

"Venom, you are just asking for trouble... but we should totally mess with him." Phoenix laughed shaking her head as the women crowded around his locker before the rest of the crew came in.

"Alright let's see what Mr. Texas has in here... wallet, clothes, shower stuff, box of toothpicks, his helmet, ugh... nothing good that we can use against him." Phoenix sighed. "Of course he would have a box of toothpicks in his locker. The man is a beaver I swear." Venom joked.

"Phe, I have an idea." Jada turned to her. "I don't like that look V, but what's you're idea?" She asked her.

"Pass me my helmet." Venom said gesturing to her locker. Phoenix grabbed Venom's black helmet and passed it to her while Jada took Hangman's from his locker and then replaced it with her own.

"Really? Stealing his helmet?" Phoenix asked cocking an eyebrow. "I'm going to see how long it takes him to realize I'm wearing his. He claims to be so observant... I'm just putting it to the test." She shrugged before walking back over to her side of the lockers.

Moments later the rest of the team came in. Jake was going on and on about how he was going to kick ass in the training exercises today. He walked over to his locker and popped a toothpick into his mouth.

Venom put his helmet on her head, granted it was too big for her but she made it work and strolled over to lean on the locker beside him.

"You really think you're going to kick ass today, we all know how many times Mav has made you do push ups here lately, I wouldn't get too cocky Hangy." Venom said smoothly.

Jake grimaced at the nickname Jada had given him. "I know you're just trying to get in my head Miller, and I don't have time for games today." Hangman replied reaching for his, well her helmet. He still hadn't noticed she had switched them.

"What the fuck?" Jake questioned as he tried to put the helmet on his head but it wouldn't fit. "Guess your head finally got to big." Jada smirked.

"You know what Venom," Hangman began as he slammed his locker and turned to her. His eyes grew wide when he realized his helmet was perched on top of her head.

"What Hangy? Cat got your tonuge?" She asked while Jake shifted the toothpick in his mouth.

"I take it you aren't familiar with the rule are you?" Hangman asked as a smirk plastered on his face. "What rule Seresin?" She questioned him.

Jake chuckled.

"Darlin', let's just say if you don't take that helmet off your head right now, there's going to be a different kind of joystick between your thighs later." Hangman grinned.

"I thought that rule only applied to cowboy hats Hangy?" Venom smirked back showing Jake she new exactly what rule he was talking about.

"A man wears a lot of hats sweets... same rule applies to to all of them" Jake said dropping his voice to a whisper.

"Well Jakey, let's hope your a better ride than you are a pilot... and that your head isn't the only thing that's big about you" Venom said before handing him his helmet and taking the toothpick from his mouth, popping it in her own, giving him a wink and leaving the locker room.

Jake's jaw hung open before he looked around to see if anyone else had paid attention to the interaction. Much to his chagrin no one was the wiser to what had just gone down. He snatched his helmet that Venom had left behind and placed it on his head before walking out to his plane all while thinking "Damn, this girl might be the death of me."

"Alright Venom any sign of him?" Hangman asked as the pair flew through the sky keeping a look out for Maverick. Sure over the past year since the Uranium mission they had learned some of the man's tricks, but he still never failed to catch them off guard.

"Negative Hangy, nothing that I can see." Venom replied scanning the area for him.

"God dammit woman I swear I am going to lose it if you call me 'Hangy' one more time, Bagman is better than that. Jesus" Jake snapped at her. Jada snickered out a laugh before glacing down, "gotcha" She thought looking down to barely catch a glimpse of Maverick directly under Jake's plane.

Deciding not to waste the opportunity she looked looked over to Hangman and signaled that Maverick was under them and what their plan should be.

"Bagman just doesn't have the same ring to it as Hangy... but if you insist... now Hangman break low!" She commanded as both of them slowed down and dropped back behind Maverick.

"Shit, how did you know?" Maverick asked as the two younger aviators worked to trap him.

"You're getting rusty old man, caught your plane out of the corner of my eye." Venom told him, never letting up as she and Jake chased him.

"Well it's good to see you two work together as well as you fight with each other." Maverick teased noticing how the pair communicated to try and shoot him down.

"What can I say Mav, we like to be the best at everything we do." Hangman replied.

He and Venom stayed on Maverick's tale never letting the older pilot shake them no matter what move he pulled on them. Maverick attempted to climb to sling shot behind Hangman but that proved to be a fatal maneuver because the minute he rose, Venom popped up from behind Jake and had missle lock on him.

"Fuck yeah Hangman! We got him!" Venom cheered. Maverick sighed at the tones. "Looks like we have some push up to count for the Captain when we land Ven." Hangman replied.

When the pair reached the ground the entire squad met them on the tarmac to congratulate them on being the first pair to shoot Maverick down, and they all wanted to get in on the action of watching the captain complete his push ups. After Pete finished he dismissed everyone for the rest of the day.

The group made their way back to the locker rooms. Everyone wanted to get out of there quickly and for the most part they did, which is how Venom and Hangman found themselves alone in the room.

They had both changed into some civilian clothes and were packing their stuff when Jada came over and said "Good Job up there today Hangy." Jake rolled his eyes and shut his locker "You too Venom. Guess we do work together as good as we fight with each other." He sighed.

"What, you aren't going to rail into me for calling you Hangy again? You said you were going to lose it if I called you that one more time." Jada teased.

"Jada," he paused before fully turning to face her. Her breath caught in her throat at his use of her government name.

"If I wanted to rail you, it wouldn't be with my words sweets..." he looked at her to gage her reaction. She looked so pretty standing there in her red tank top and jeans. He hummed to himself as he pushed a stray piece of her ebony hair away from her face. "Huh," he chuckled "wonder what else we could do just as good as we fight."

She stood there stunned fully drinking in the man before her. No one should look that good in a plain black shirt and jeans, but God Jake wore it well. In a moment of confidence or stupidity, she isn't sure which, Venom slipped a piece of paper into his pocket.

Hangman gave her a questioning look. "My address... I still owe you a ride for wearing your helmet don't I?" She said smoothly before flipping her hair and walking away, leaving Jake Seresin standing their stunned, picking his jaw up off the floor, for the second time today.

As Jake tried to regain his composure Coyote came back into the locker room. "Hey man there you are, most of us are heading to the Hard Deck, you in?" Coyote asked him. Hangman shoved his hand in his pocket and felt the piece of paper in there.

"No man," he shook his head. "I actually have other plans, maybe next time." Jake told him before grabbing his keys and leaving.

When Jake got to the parking lot he climbed into his truck and locked the door. He pulled out the paper Jada had given him. There on it was her address neatly written along with a note that said "See you soon Hangy," with a winky face at the end. He chuckled to himself before punching the address into the GPS on his phone.

The drive to Venom's apartment was about 20 minutes from base. He pulled his truck into one of the visitors parking spaces and killed the engine. He sat there for a minute and raked his hands over his face. Was he really about to do this?

Honestly he was kidding when he had brought up "the rule" but Jada Miller was never one to back down from a challenge, that was part of the reason of how she got her call sign.

And truthfully she was the one who invited him over. Hangman racked his brain. While Venom never ceased to infuriate him with her quick wit, strong flying, teasing nature, and that ridiculous nickname she had given him, he also couldn't deny the insane attraction he had towards her. Most woman fawned over him, made it easy, but with Venom, he had to work for it. Maybe he shouldn't be here... he thought.. surely this was a bad idea.

But before Jake could start his truck and back out to go to the Hard Deck his phone chimed with a text from Jada herself.

Venom: Are you just going to sit out there all day or are you going to come up? I made dinner and have beer... don't go living up to your callsign now ;)

Jake sighed. She must have seen him pull in. "Well fuck it. Might as well." He laughed grabbing his keys and heading up to her place.

Jake knocked on the door to Jada's apartment, there was a moment of silence before she answered. Jake took a deep breath it as he heard the door unlock, ready to make a smart ass comment, but his brain must have forgotten how to function when she opened the door.

Apparently in the 45 minutes it took him to finish on base and drive to her place, Venom had changed into a red sundress, put on some subtle make-up and her jet black hair and been pulled up into a textured pony tail.

Hangman was definitely not expecting that.

"Got a hot date I don't know about?" He joked as she invited him in. "Hot? Kinda. Date? Well not sure about that part." Jada replied offering him a beer from her fridge.

"If you want to have a seat, food should be ready soon. Hope you like Italian becasue I made spaghetti bolognese." She stated before heading back into the kitchen.

Instead of sitting, Hangman followed her into the kitchen. "Wow, it smells amazing in here." He told her "Thanks. Cooking is my second passion besides flying" She replied sending him a genuine smile.

"Listen Ven, I was really kidding about the whole thing from earlier..." Jake began as he rubbed the back of his neck while she continued to cook.

"I know." She replied "But I wasn't"

Jake's eyes went wide. "Excuse me?" He asked unsure if he hard heard her correctly.

"What can a say Hangy? You never fail to piss me off and get under my skin. But at the same time, I've never been more attracted to anyone." She said calmy as she met his eyes.

"I uh... um." Jake gulped at her words. There she went again making his brain fuzzy.

"And I see the way you look at me. I think the feeling is mutual. But I couldn't make it easy for you, that's not how I roll. I had to make sure you wanted it to." Venom stated turning to face him.

"And how exactly do you know I want this... you... V?" He asked as his eyes dropped her face.

"Oh Hangy, you wouldn't be here if you didn't." She winked before turning away to grab some plates.

"You minding giving me a hand and taking this to the table? I need to grab the bread out of the oven." Jada asked him as she pushed two steaming plates of pasta into his hands as if she didn't just call him out for wanting to sleep with her.

Jake shuffled by her and sat the plates down on the small table on the other side of kitchen. Moments later Jada appeared with some fresh bread and wine. She poured a glass for herself and then slide one over to Jake. He sat there staring at the food before him while Venom twirled a fork in her pasta.

"It's not poisonous." She told him when she noticed he wasn't eating. "Just because my callsign is Venom doesn't actually mean I would try to poison you." She joked. Hangman snickered and picked up his fork and took a tentative bite.

"Wow. This is actually pretty good." He commented. "Thanks, you know how it is being from the south, my mom made sure I could cook. Guess she figured that would be the only way I could get a man. She always said I was too head strong and not lady like enough. Being in the Navy I guess I proved her right." Venom stated with just a hit of pain in her voice.

"You could have any man you wanted V, you're gorgeous, smart, funny, kind..." Jake began.

"Jake, you're already going to get laid tonight, you don't have to lie to me to get in my pants." Venom cut him off taking a long sip of her wine.

"I wasn't lying Jada." He stated softly turning to look at her. He gingerly grabbed her hand and met her eyes. He gave her a moment to decide if the action was okay. When he figured that she wasn't going to slap him, he spoke again.

"I'm serious Jada, you are an amazing girl. You're beautiful, witty, a great pilot, a huge pain in my ass, and you never fail to challenge me, you make me want to be better. We make a good team, there is no denying that." Jake told her honestly.

"And truth be told, Hangy is kinda growing on me." He winked at her. "But if you ever tell anyone I said that I will vehemently deny it."

"Well Hangy, here I thought you were all smoke and mirrors with no substance, but turns out you do have a heart." Venom stated looking back at him.

"I know... shocking isn't it?" Jake laughed looking back at her. Jada slowly stood up from the table and grabbed Hangman's hand and pulled him up from the table.

"What are we doing?" He asked as she lead him throw her apartment. She didn't respond. Venom silently opened her bedroom door and ushered him in. Jake walked into the middle of the room and shoved his hands in his pockets. Jada quietly closed the door and leaned up against it.

The two pilots stared at each other. Both locked in a mental dog fight of who would cave first. Much like everything the pair did, it was a battle of wits and will.

Not wanting to be kept waiting, Venom decided to see if she could break Hangman's.

Without dropping eye contact, she slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders and then pulled it off over her head to reveal a matching red lace set.

Jake gulped before speaking "You wear that for me honey?"

"So what if I did Hangy, what are you going to do about it?" She replied cocking an eyebrow.

"This." He growled before crossing the room and pinning her against the door. Jake dropped his mouth to her and began kissing her roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips as she moaned.

Venom grabbed the hem of Jake's shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it somewhere in her room. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back towards her bed. He sat down abruptly as the back of his legs made contact with the mattress.

Jada took the opportunity to lower herself into his lap. Her thighs caging his waist under her. She ground herself down over the growing erection in his jeans.

"Fuck Ven," he moaned out breaking the kiss. Hangman's hands found the clasp of her bra and quickly flicked it open. He pulled the red lace away from her body and took a moment to admire her perfect breasts.

Before Jake could get his hands on them Jada slipped out of his lap and onto her knees. She stroked him through his pants while Jake buck his hips up as he let out a low hiss. Venom smirked as she undid his belt and the button of his jeans. She felt his cock twitch as she lowered his zipper.

Not wanting to waste time she pulled his jeans and boxers down in one swoop, his cock bouncing off of his abdomen as she did.

"Now I see where you got your callsign from." She commented taking in the sight of his member. "Guess you really can back up all that attitude." Venom stated.

Jake's manhood was glorious. He was long and thick, veins wrapping around it as it stood at attention. The head perfectly swollen with a bead of precum dripping out. She was just about to wrap her lips around it when he grabbed her up to kiss him again.

"Hangy...I wanted to taste you." Jada whined as he planted kisses along her neck and collarbone.

"Next time baby, I promise. Right now I'm going to die if I don't get my hands on you." He stated pulling her panties off of her. Once the last remaining article of clothing was gone, Jake was free to explore her body. His hands roamed the strong, tanned, beautiful expanses of skin that were now exposed to him. One of his hands made its way to her hair and tugged it out of the ponytail it was in.

The dark locks cascaded down and framed her face. Jada broke apart from him and sighed contently before pushing him further back towards the center of her mattress.

She had a wicked look in her eyes when Jake's met them.

"I promised you a ride Seresin. .. " she began..."so tell me cowboy... where do you want me to saddle up? That pretty face or your gorgeous cock?"

Jake's tongue darted out of his mouth to lick his lips and she hovered over his abs.

"How about both darlin'?" He replied raking his eyes over her once more.

"Both? Well then, I hope your ready for it Jake, because my rides last a lot longer than eight seconds." Venom smirked as she placed a thigh on either side of his face.

Jake locked an arm around either thigh. "You're so wet for me baby. Bet you taste so good." He moaned before flattening out his tongue and licking a broad stripe across Jada's center.

"Oh baby don't be a tease." She moaned out. Taking the hint, Hangman pulled her flush against his face and began to eat her core like a man starved. He lapped at her wetness and sucked on her clit. He made sure to pay extra attention to the swollen bundle of nerves alternating between sucking on it and drawing figure eights across it with his tongue. Venom rocked her hips against his face grinding down on him harder with each pass of his tongue against her center.

"Fuck yes Jake, that's the stuff right there." She moaned out grabbing a hand full of his sandy blond locks. He moaned from in-between her thighs as she pulled at his hair. He tighten his grip on her hips bringing her closer to him. She rocked against his mouth as he worked against her.

"Feels so good Hangy, knew it would, yes, right there, keep going." She panted as he tongued her clit. She felt the coil inside her wind up tightly. Each lick, suck, and nibble pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her breath was ragged as Jada chased her high, her hips bucking against Jake's face of their own accord until

"Yes, fuck, oh my God, Jake!" She screamed as the coil snapped and her orgasm flooded her senses. She continued to roll her hips until her high subsided and she remembered how to breathe again.

Venom climbed off of Hangman's face and collapsed on the bed next to him. He rolled over to kiss her, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue but she didn't care.

"Don't tell me you're already tired." He teased. "No, that was just... something else..." She panted out. "I've never actually had a guy make me cum from oral alone." Jada admitted.

"Told you I'm the best at everything I do." Jake said with a smirk. Venom climbed on top of him. "Someone really outta fuck that smug look off your face Seresin." She whispered in his ear.

"You're more than welcome to try sweetheart." He replied cooly. Without skipping a beat Jada found herself lining the head of his cock up with her entrance. She teased the tip with her folds.

"Oh Fuck Me." Jake sighed as she fully sank down on him. "That's exactly what I plan on doing." She said as she circled her hips.

God he was big she thought. His head was hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed, and the fullness oh my God she had never been fuller.

It took her a minute to get used to his size, the way he stretched her was almost painful, but the moment she rose up and sank back down on him, pleasure filled her body.

"Oh, oh, oh" She cried while building up her rhythm. Jake's hands found themselves seated on her hips, not pushing or pulling her, just a point of contact where he could ground himself.

Venom picked up the pace and rocked herself back everytime she came down on him.

"V, you are so fucking tight, God I could get used to this." Hangman moaned out digging his fingers into her hips. She gasped at the sensation.

Wanting more leverage, Jada leaned back and placed her hands on his thighs. She used the new found angle to fuck herself down harder on his length.

"So good Hangy, so deep." She whined as she chased her peak. The new angle felt amazing but she needed more.

Venom moved one hand from Hangman's thigh and brought it to her clit. She began to rub hard fast circles on it as she was desperately trying to cum.

Jake saw mesmerized by the sight. Jada looked like a goddes above him. Her hair wild, head thrown back as she used him for her pleasure. A low groan came from deep in his chest as he watched his body disappear into hers.

Venom leaded forward and noticed how Jake was fixed on where they connected. She knew he could give her more, a delightfully dangerous idea came to her mind.

"Jake," She breathed out trying to pull him back to her. He was too focused on watching her he didn't hear her. Jada slowed her motions which caused him to whine and snap him back to reality.

"Baby, Ven, Jada, please, please don't stop." He panted as she all but stilled her hips while he was still buried inside her.

"Touch me Jake." She cooed to him.

"What?" He asked... his brain wasn't completely comprehending what she was saying. He was too focused on the way she was clenching around him.

"Come on Jakey, touch me." She called again.

He looked at where his hands were placed on her hips. "I am touching you." He replied.

"Not like that Seresin... come here." She curled her finger beckoning him to sit up. He rose to met her which caused her core to grip him tighter and he hissed.

"Give me your hands." Venom command. Jake held them up. She grabbed both of them and placed them on her breasts. "When I said touch me... I meant here." She stated as she encouraged him to kneed the soft tissue under his palms.

"Here..." She continued taking one of his hands and placing it in her hair for him to grab a fist full.

"Or here..." She finished grabbing the hand from her hair and wrapping it around her throat.

"I'm not going to break baby, you can get a little rough with me. I promise you won't buck me off." She told him before sealing her mouth to his.

Hangman's mind went into overdrive. His hand that was still around Venom's throat squeezed it slightly causing her to let out a breathy moan.

"Good boy Jake, fuck me like you mean it." She grinned

"Yes Ma'am." He replied before snapping his hips into her.

"Oh my fucking God yes baby!" Venom screamed. Jake's hand left her throat and made its way back to her hair. He roughly grabbed a handful of the black locks and pulled her closer to him. He pushed her hair to the side and exposed her neck to his waiting mouth.

Jake left a trail of hot, wet, open mouth kisses until he reached a sensitive spot behind her right ear. He sucked a hot red mark there. Sure it would fade in a couple hours, but for now he was marking his territory.

"I, ugh, so close, don't fucking stop... please" Jada begged as she pressed her forehead to his.

"Come on baby. You can do it. Cum for me" Jake replied as they locked eyes.

Jadas hair fell across her shoulders and hung over the two of them like a curtain. Without breaking eye contact Hangman's fingers found her clit and he began to furiously circle the swollen button with his thumb.

"That's it baby, just like that. Just like that." Venom encouraged him.

"Come on Jada, look at me. Let me see those beautiful eyes while you cum all over my cock." Jake coached.

The combination of his fingers and his words were enough to send Venom over the edge with a pornographic moan of Jake's name, she came hard and fast around him, her pussy clenching onto his length for dear life.

Jake continued to fuck her through her high meeting his shortly after. Sinfully groaning as he spilled inside of her.

Both spent and sweaty, Jada collapsed on top of Jake when he fell back against her pillows.

The couple laid there for what seemed like ever. Jake drew lazy circles along Jada's spine while she traced her fingers over the dusting of hair across his chest.

"So," Venom spoke finally breaking the silence. "What does this mean for us. Do you want this to be a one and done thing... something casual... something more.... where is your head at Hangman?" She asked looking up at him.

"Well..." Jake began as he wrapped his arms around her. "I was thinking we could give this 'us thing' a try. I meant what I said earlier. I really like you... and you gotta admit we make a great team in the sky and in the bedroom. We could be the ultimate power couple." He told her.

"You think you can handle me Hangy? Just because I'm your girl doesn't mean I will stop teasing you or getting under your skin. In fact it might make me worse." Venom winked at him.

"As my girl I'd expect nothing less. Just don't expect me to go easy on you in training." Jake told her.

"Well I guess that settles it... we're doing this, for real." Jada sighed and snuggled closed to Jake.

"The Daggers aren't going to know what hit them." Venom smirked.

"If they thought we were bad when we didn't get along, just imagine how bad they are going to think we are once they find out we do get along." Jake replied pulling the blanket over them.

Jada blinked a few times. Sleep suddenly heavy in her eyes. "Jake..."she whispered. "Yeah baby" He said. "I'm glad I stole your helmet." She told him before giving him a peck on the lips.

"I'm glad you stole it too."

A/N: So I really hope you guys liked this. I am debating on turning this into a multi chapter fic. As always I would love some feedback in the comments

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THE OWL HOUSE SEASON 2 HAS CAPTIVATED ME, so here are my reactions/thoughts to episodes 18 and 19

Episode 18: FINALLY MORE GUS TALK!!!! We get so much information about all the other characters I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK MY GUY GUS WAS BEING NEGLECTED!!

His power is so cool, I need more people to be as excited about illusionist magic as me and Gus are! HE LITERALLY CHANGED THE WHOLE SCHOOL AND TRICKED THE HEAD OF ILLUSIONIST COVEN!

Speaking of, the head of the Illusionist Coven being just some wanna be director is fucking hilarious, he is a snob and I hate him with a passion but I want to laugh at him, so much

Gus literally saving all the students at the school too is being SEVERELY looked over right now, like DUDE HE LITERALLY SAVED ALL OF YOU!!!!

All the guards this episode had me in stiches!!! I WANT MORE GUARDS BEING FUNNY IDIOTS!! ESPECIALLY SEVERINE, god, someone get Severine some therapy, like SLAYYY GO BACK TO THE TINY CAT COVEN! GET SOME SELF ESTEEM BACK!

Obviously, i cannot talk about this episode WITHOUT talking about our boy, Hunter.... who was living in the school stage. Listen, I won't judge the guy, he is homeless, his whole life has been thrown upside down, I feel for the guy it was just a surprise! (/lh) ANYWAY, I LOVED THE GUS AND HUNTER FRIENDSHIP GROWTH! From the sharing of the breathing thing (TWICE!!!) and the comforting each other AMAZING

Amity and Willow learning how to be friends again was also an amazing plot line, I love to see how their friendship will expand

Episode 19: THE WEIRD DREAM THING??? AND KING BEING CONNECTED TO THE COLLECTOR?!? Listen, I still don't fully understand who the collector is BUT THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THEY HAVE APPEARED IN ONE OF THE GANG'S DREAMS! Yeah, I haven't forgot about it being in Eda's dream too! I am very confused, it seems lonely, but evil, but also just a chaotic vibe, I am conflicted

POOR KING! He literally just found out traumatising news and THEN people keep treating him differently now?? I spent the whole start of the episode wanting to just hold King and keep him safe from everyone, HE IS JUST A LITTLE GUY!!! HE IS JUST A BABY!!!

BUT! Steve to save the day. I am now a Steve Stan. I am a Steve fangirl. If Steve has 1 fan, its me, if Steve has 0 fans, I am dead. BRING BACK STEVE!!!! I adore Steve, with every essence of my being, HE WAS ACTING LIKE KING WAS FAMILY AND- AHHH, best friends your honour, they are best friends

FUCKKK The Eda and Raine and Luz angst was a plotline I was NOT ready for after the absolute fluff that was King and Steve helping people and vibing. SOMEONE GET MY PAL RAINE OUT OF THERE!!! Plant coven girl is literally obsessed with them, tf

Eda just wanting to save the kids, to protect Luz and King- I will admit, it hit me in my feels, Eda still treating King as a kid (AS HE SHOULD BE) and Luz and wanting them both away from danger AHHHHHHH

Luz bestie, I love you, but PLEASE EDA WAS RIGHT

HOWEVER HARPY EDA CAMEO!!! RAHHHHHH, I am still obsessed with it, we need more of Harpy Eda in this show.

AND FINALLY, THE ALLIES!!!! GOD. I am obsessed DARIUS I KNEW I COULD TRUST YOU!!! I don't know if I posted, but I REALLY liked Darius but knew (well, thought) he was evil, BUT NO I CAN NOW FINALLY LOVE HIM! AND EBERWOLF! Didn't forget him (did just have to search his name tho)

OH AND! The Palisman!!! I was going to mention this as I hadn't been mentioned in a while, BUT CARING FAMILY BONDING BETWEEN EDA, LUZ AND KING!!! I fucking love found family. Can you tell!!#

IN OTHER EXCITING NEWS! I am about to watch the season 2 finale episodes! No idea what to expect, but I am literally addicted so will take anything, i am sad I am so close to finishing it though, as Season 3 has less episodes

BUT it means I can finally interact with the fandom, etc etc

Thank you to all following my journey watching the series for the first time

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #the owl house season 2 #the owl house season 2 spoilers #eda the owl lady #luz owl house #toh #toh spoilers #edalyn clawthorne #toh raine #the owl house darius #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh gus #the owl house gus #FINALLY SOME GUS LOVE #the owl house willow #toh willow

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

This samstevebucky concept just popped into my head:

A college!AU where the three of them are all dorm-mates. Maybe Steve and Bucky were friends all their lives or maybe they met at college, same with Sam.

Anyway, Steve and Sam notice Bucky put on that ‘freshman fifteen’ pretty quickly into fall semester. Maybe more than fifteen. Individually and without communicating about it, Steve and Sam both encourage Bucky’s eating habits with trips to the dining hall and using Sam’s truck to drive out to get fast food. And, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker

Eventually, this all comes to a head in some messy, wonderful way 🤤

Yes.

I love this idea. This is fucking great.

I specifically love the “and, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker” because YES!

Warning for unbeta'd sambuckysteve belly kink nonsense. Lots of stuffing, weight gain, teasing and encouragement, mentioned of immobility, EXPLICIT descriptions of fucking, etc.

Modern Bucky, to me, feels like he would be the closest to pre-war Bucky in the MCU. Like, completely charming. Well-kept hair. Pretty eyes with lashes like a girl. A smile with dimples. Knowingly dressing well. He can charm anyone do to anything; he could tilt his head and smile and sweet talk an angel into falling from Heaven for him at the same time he might turn around and fix a devil with a heavily-lidded gaze, smirk, and get them to rise from the ashes of Hell. It just depends on what he wants.

With Steve, Bucky doesn’t even have to try - he can just put on his puppy-dog eyes and pout the tiniest amount and Steve is automatically like, yes, yes, whatever you want. Whatever you need. Of course, I’ll walk with you to the dining hall to get more food. And while we’re out, why don’t we go to the dining hall in the dorms all the way across campus, they have the good food there. C’mon, I don’t mind the walk! I needed a break from studying anyway.

Eventually, when they get there, Steve helps Bucky by carrying an extra plate or two for him. He also helps Bucky by pointing out all the dishes that he knows are Bucky’s favorites. They’ve been friends since they were little kids after all, Steve should know what gets Bucky’s mouth watering. While they eat (or, usually, while Bucky eats because Steve has a reasonably sized-meal that he polishes off pretty quickly) Steve lets Bucky off the hook of talking. Steve either talks about his most recent art project, bouncing ideas off of Bucky or verbally painting him an image of what he finished or whatever. Steve is a spitfire, he can go on and on and on without Bucky’s help. Once Bucky is finally done, he’ll sometimes look longing at the food, as if he wants more. Steve always tells him he deserves more and if he’s still hungry, he should eat. He’s gotta feed his brain after all! Learning his hard work!

Bucky is feeding more than his brain… he’s feeding his slowly softening belly and his widening hips and thighs and his rounding butt.

With Sam, Bucky has to try a little harder. He has to work for it more. Partly because they’ve just met - Sam is the wild card in their dorm arrangement, not having known Steve or Bucky before freshman week when they all moved in. Partly though, Sam likes to play hard to get. He likes to tease. He’s not as easy to wear down as Steve (which is fair, Steve is exceptionally soft for Bucky, so soft it’s laughable). Sam likes to play hard to get as if he doesn’t enjoy all the late-night drives he and Bucky go on even though once they’re out of the dorm - in his truck together - Sam is all for it.

It’s just in the beginning that Bucky has to work for it because Sam does get a thrill out of going through Drive-Thrus and ordering for Bucky. Sam orders for Bucky because Bucky smirks at him and says that because he put in all the effort to drive him here, he can have the pleasure of ordering anything for Bucky he wants. Like doing more work for Bucky, thinking about what he should shovel down next, is a pleasure. An honor. And it is.

Sam, almost without realizing it, begins ordering more and more for Bucky. It’s not just a late-night milkshake or two McDonald’s apple pies. It’s sandwiches. It’s burgers and fries. It’s a drink to wash down the real, actual food he’s getting only hours after going to the dining hall with Steve which… a burger, fries, and a drink?

That’s an entire meal.

A whole extra meal that… when Sam looks over from the driver’s seat, his eyes looking Bucky over from head to toe, catching the way his stomach is becoming a thing under his clothes… he can’t totally justify. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be making Bucky’s gain worse. He should be a good, new friend, and he should tell him to take it easy before his health is sacrificed.

(Sam would love to say that he’s concerned for Bucky’s ability to use his charms to get whatever he wants, whoever he wants, but embarrassingly, he’s not. Sam doesn’t think the puffy little double chin that’s starting to show hurts Bucky’s prettiness any. He also doesn’t think, in the semi-privacy of the shared showers that more puffiness would hurt Bucky’s prettiness. It might make it better.)

It’s not just Bucky that becomes friends with Sam though. Sam and Steve become tight too. They go off and do their own adventures together. Now that Steve has finally grown out of his health problems in his youth (thanks to some very helpful drugs and an odd surgery or two), he’s able to play sports. Sam, with the help of the people in the college’s clubs, teaches him football and baseball and laughs his ass off at Steve when he does something spectacularly wrong or clumsy but also whoops and hollers and hypes him up when he gets something right or makes a good play. They have some deep conversations… they both apparently share the trait of having their soul set on fire by injustices.

Yeah, they get along just fine.

They just don’t really realize how much they’re both feeding Bucky.

Until…

Steve meets Natasha, Steve and Natasha run into Sam, they get introduced, and then Bucky bumps into them as well.

Steve and Natasha meet because they share a painting class and Steve could not help but let his mouth drop open and his eyes widen as he saw what painting Natasha was working on. A beautiful, snowy landscape that was both cold and threatening but also so stunning he couldn’t help but want to walk right into it. She also paints on a large scale with these little, tiny brushes. Steve doesn’t know how she gets anything done so quickly with those detail brushes. It’s magical. Natasha laughs at him, saying he’s going to catch flies or some accidentally flicked paint in his mouth if he isn’t careful. They go out to lunch as friends eventually.

Sam sees them but doesn’t interrupt. Not the first time.

The second or third time he introduces himself obnoxiously, barging in, because why wouldn’t he be annoying to his friend when the opportunity presents itself?

Sam and Natasha get along well. And all their schedules this term line up on Mondays well enough that they can get lunch together. So, they do.

Once, while at the food court, chatting and eating, Bucky wanders in. One of his classes was let out early, so he came for food early. He spots Sam and Steve and comes over. Thus he meets Natasha too.

Later, Natasha asks Steve, “so, your friends Sam and…”

Steve is distracted so he doesn’t answer right away, giving her Bucky’s name.

She continues, snapping her fingers, “B-b…” she gives up on the name, “the one who’s your other roommate. He’s white, brown hair, kinda chunky?”

Chunky?

Steve’s heart skips a beat. Bucky? Chunky? The Bucky that comes to his mind is the Bucky from the summer after high school graduation. Soaking in the sun. Slim but a little soft. The way he’s always been since Steve can remember. Broad shoulders and fit but never with abs. Always a little softness around his waist. Comfortable.

“Bucky?” He answers finally.

“Yeah, Bucky,” she rolls her eyes though, “took you long enough. Did you forget his name? Jeez, I thought you two had been friends since you were kids.”

Steve scoffs. “No, no, I’m just,” he waves his hand toward his drawing, “in the zone.”

“Sure,” she says then carries on…

Steve can’t stop thinking about Bucky being chunky. So much so that he blurts out to Sam, “do you think Bucky is getting chubby?”

Sam gives him a weird look, “I don’t fucking know, man, you tell me. You’ve known him your whole life.”

Steve sighs, “yeah, but…”

After a moment of silence, Sam answers, “now that you mention it… probably. Freshy fifteen?”

“More than fifteen,” Steve replies before he can think anything of it.

That’s the end of the first conversation they have about it. But. More conversations happen. All the while, Steve keeps accompanying Bucky to his dining hall binges. He keeps telling him he deserves whatever he craves. He even transitions into getting more plates for Bucky when Bucky says his first few plates aren’t gonna be enough to fill him up. Steve doesn’t want him to run out of food. Steve… Steve is starting to want Bucky to stay put, so he can always bring him his food. So he can see his belly come closer and closer to kissing the edge of the table they’re sitting at.

Also, Sam keeps driving Bucky to Drive-Thurs, sometimes even to grocery stores or real restaurants. He stops having the same ability to deny Bucky whatever he wants. He can still pretend to deny Bucky what he wants though - bantering. It’s like Steve’s weakness is rubbing off on him that the same time that Bucky wears him down. Every night, Sam gives Bucky a look, up and down, and tries to decide if he looks bigger than yesterday. The answer is yes every night.

Sam and Steve talk about it. Steve sounds worshipful when he talks about having watched Bucky take his shirt off to change in their dorm room. He’s got stretch marks apparently. He looks soft all over. Sam imagines it. He also imagines squishing Bucky into the tiny middle seat of his truck with Steve sitting in the passenger seat while he drives and shivers.

Sam starts bringing little treats to Bucky throughout the day. It’s finals season again. He needed them to keep his spirits up.

Steve follows his lead.

They fall into a routine.

Natasha can’t take their stupidity eventually. She bluntly prints out an article on feedism, perfectly titled Feedism for Dummies, and hands one copy to both Sam and Steve. Somehow she knows they’ve talked about it, but haven’t talked to Bucky. She tells them they have to talk to him about it. It’s spooky, embarrassing, and very helpful.

They talk.

Steve and Sam.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Bucky doesn’t want it to stop. He… he likes it as much as they do.

This makes for such wonderful occurrences as:

Bucky waking up in his bottom bunk

(he seems like a bottom bunk kinda guy, Steve is on the top of their bunk, and Sam is in his own bunk bed on the top bed. Steve and Bucky volunteered to share at the beginning of the year because Sam was new)

and being told to just sit up slightly. Looking so soft and so fat. Sam and Steve then take turns feeding Bucky breakfast in bed. They got way too much from the dining hall as soon as it opened. All of it is going to go into Bucky. Their growing little pet.

Bucky is too big for one of the other fully grown men to climb into his twin bunk bed with him, so it’s one at a time. Sam will feed him and rub his tummy, teasing him. Then, Steve will feed him and rub his tummy, cooing at him. By the time they’re done, Bucky is groaning and holding his belly together himself, moaning about how he’s never going to make it to his afternoon classes today. They’re going to have to roll him out of his bunk.

The bed creaks so much that Sam says they had better take him up on the offer now before he breaks his little bed. Not designed with all of him in mind.

Later, Sam does get Bucky in the center seat of his truck. It’s a sandwich with Bucky as the filling and the filling is getting filled. They go through one Drive-Thru after another. It’s their entire Saturday. Sam driving. Steve riding passenger. Bucky in the middle.

By the time evening falls and Bucky is whimpering his way through dinner, stuffed before they already began, they’re all so horny they feel a little crazy with it. They are alone - parked in the city park with the sun setting and no one around them - but they’re also not really alone. They’re in a public place still. Sitting in Sam’s truck.

So… they can’t do anything about their too close, too much horny. Even though Bucky’s fat is rubbing against Steve and Sam and it’s making them all insane. Bucky’s wedged in. Sam is whispering to him, low and dirty, how by the time summer rolls around, they’re gonna have to toss him in the bed of the truck to get him anywhere. He won’t fit in the truck cab. He’ll be too big. Steve playfully argues that instead, they’ll have to buy a bigger truck. A whole new one. One that Bucky can fit in. Sam shoots back that there’s no point in that because they’re gonna work together to make Bucky outgrow any truck anyway. Might as well start putting him in the bed anyway, so he can get used to it.

Extra kinky, but… they would all fucking love double penetration. I’m not talking spit-roasting with Bucky taking one of their cocks in his ass and the other’s cock in his mouth at the same time. No, I’m talking true DP.

Both of their cocks in Bucky’s ass at once.

It would have to wait until they have their own space - their own shared apartment off campus with a bed big enough for all three of them.

(Throughout the time they’re in the dorms, they often end up fucking on the floor, even when it’s just two of them, not all three, because Bucky’s ass (and everything) is too big for a twin mattress.)

Bucky is on his hands and knees, shoving handfuls of cake into his mouth, while Sam and Steve take him from behind. Splitting his fat ass open wide with both of their cocks. He’s moaning like crazy. Loving every fucking second of this. It’s so good. Everything his gluttonous heart wants. And...

Steve can’t stop panting and moaning and gasping, telling Bucky he’s being so good, taking so much. Sam is keeping a running commentary over Steve’s sounds and nearly incoherent words, he’s swearing up a storm and telling Bucky how spoiled he is - taking both their cocks and eating an entire fucking cake after a huge dinner. He’s getting so fat. He’s so good for them. So big and greedy. So sweet, so hot and tight.

I hope you enjoyed that ❤️

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambuckysteve #chubby bucky #fat bucky #stuffing #weight gain #writerkenna

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Inescapable Delusions | Ch. 8 | Explicit 21+

The girls are learning some new tricks for the performance, but after things don't go to plan, they are able to reconnect. Will their reunion be more bitter or more sweet?

*This is an explicit story. Minors do not interact*

{Summary:} Enter the House of Cards for an evening of countless wonders and jaw-dropping spectacles. While you become entranced in the various acts, take caution not to fall victim to the illusions or you may end up facing inescapable delusions.

{Main Pairings:} Animal Tamer Jeon Jungkook/ Original Female Character

{Rating:} 21+ Explicit Caution: Read Warnings

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Crime Circus

{Warnings:} Circus (no clowns), Smut, Abuse, Gaslighting, Rough Sex, Bondage, Rape/Non-con - Freeform, Angst, BDSM, Blood and Violence, Knifeplay, Crimes & Criminals, Sex Trafficking, Death Threats, Nudity, Stockholm Syndrome, Explicit Language, Manipulation, Possessive Behavior, Praise Kink, Abusive Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Secrets, Sexual Slavery, Prostitution, Tigers, Elephants, Animal Attack, Virginity, Bad Decisions, Banter, Manhandling, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Degradation, Coercion, BDSM Elements, Whips, Throat Fucking, Unprotected Sex

A vast gloomy cloud hung over the House of Cards, bringing in a shower of cold rain and strong gusts of wind. The weather dampened the mood as performers huddled under the tents to keep sheltered during their hours of practice. It was a rare opportunity for Sophie to see all the acts simultaneously as the performers were forced to share the same environment. She followed Jungkook out of the rehearsal tent and into the main arena with one of the tigers prowling alongside them. 

Her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the big top and noticed the familiar wheel that Yoongi used for his act. As they walked around the ring, looking for a spot to practice, she got a better view of the wheel and was surprised to see Anna strapped to it. She paused, wishing to dash across the ring and gather her friend in an overdue embrace, but heard Jungkook call her name.

She scurried after him, realizing he picked a spot to practice which had one of the platforms he used for his animals. He gestured for the tiger to hop up on the surface and sit obediently as he encouraged Sophie over. “So, what’s this trick that you wanted to teach me?”

Jungkook scratched the back of the Bengal’s ear, looking at his assistant with that charming smile. “It’s easy really. You just need to give him a kiss.” His hand switched to caress under the strong jaw of the jungle cat as it jutted his chin out in approval. 

Sophie blinked, trying to decipher if she heard him correctly. “I’m sorry, you said what?” 

Jungkook only chuckled, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a familiar vial. “Don’t worry, this stuff will do most of the work. You just gotta stand there and lean in close.” He shook the small bottle before twisting the top and pulling out the small dropper. 

She grew pale as she remembered the oil he placed on her outfit during their first performance, which caused the tigers to chase after her like their next meal. “You want me to stand close to a tiger while smelling like fish?” Her heart drummed in her chest. “Are you out of your mind? There’s no way!” She took a step back, but Jungkook reached out to pull her towards him.

 “If you have a problem with it, I’m sure I can make some new arrangements.” He gestured his head just off to the side and Sophie followed his guidance just in time to see Yoongi strike a dagger right next to Anna’s thigh on the wheel. Sophie locked her jaw, grinding her teeth as she remembered his threat to take Anna in as his assistant instead. “I’m sure the clients will love you.” He teased.

She swallowed her fear as her emotions were engulfed with sin. “Fine.” She snatched the vial from his hands, taking the initiative to prove she could handle this obstacle with little strife. “Just tell me what I need to do.” Her determination blindsided her to the mischievous twinkle in his eye as she stepped toward the tiger.

Thunk!

Anna winced as a dagger lodged itself just by her ear, the sound quick and loud against her eardrum. Her limbs were starting to lose circulation from being spread out on the target since the early morning. The human target found that indoor practices were her least favorite considering the cool rain made the chills run over her body where the sun would usually keep her warm. Being outside was one of the fleeting moments that reminded her of what it felt like to be free, but instead, she was forced to be cooped up with the others. 

“When can I get down from here?” She asked, adjusting her limbs to the best of her ability as the straps dug into her tender skin. 

Yoongi tilted his head, contemplating her question with deep thought. He twirled a dagger between his fingers, running it over his knuckles before holding it in his grasp. “Can you hold an apple?”

Anna slowly curled a brow, watching him as he slowly approached her. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

Yoongi only smirked, reaching up to release her from the straps. “Good.” He unbuckled her wrists first before bending down to unlatch her ankles, allowing her to set one foot on the ground first and then freeing her other. 

Anna felt her legs wobble as she stood on solid ground, her body still not accustomed to being placed on a spinning piece of board. Yoongi grabbed her arm, bending it up, and adjusted her hand to open with the palm facing up. “Okay, don’t move.” She watched him walk back to his collection of knives and noticed a shiny, red apple appear from his case.

He returned and placed the bottom of the core onto her palm, making it seem like she was a waitress serving up an apple. “You don’t think you’re actually gonna hit that, do you?” She wondered, worried that he might actually stab into her hand with his throw.

“I will if you stand still.” He snapped, slowly stepping back as he aimed his throw. He tested the swing of his arm, falsely flinging the dagger without letting go, and took large soothing breaths. “Try not to flinch.”

Anna became tense under the glare of his blade, sweat pebbling on her brow as her hand started to shake nervously. She bit her lip, anticipating the throw and the infliction of pain when he sliced into her palm but heard a startling scream instead. 

Her heart jumped as she gasped, turning to see Sophie crawling away from one of the Bengal tigers in the show. Jungkook was working hard to yank the tiger back, but the large cat was set on following after Sophie. “Yoongi!” The animal tamer hollered, looking for some extra strength to take the tiger back to its cage. 

Yoongi quickly dashed across the ring to assist Jungkook while Anna ran to aid Sophie. The women watched as the tiger roared at them while the men dragged it back into the rehearsal tent. Anna helped Sophie to her feet as she sat on the ground pale as a ghost. “Are you okay?” When Sophie didn’t respond, Anna brought her to sit on the audience benches and checked her for any wounds. 

Sophie shook, flashes of the tiger’s sharp teeth snapping back into her mind as she held her stinging cheek. Jungkook insisted she put the oil on her face to attract the tiger close and give the illusion that she was giving it a kiss, but she stayed too close for too long. Anna noticed her holding her cheek and slowly pushed her hand away to see a harsh red patch on the pale flesh. The damage wasn’t severe with only a small trace of blood speckled on the area, but it was alarming to see regardless. “What happened?”

Sophie finally came to and was elated to find the familiar face of her friend, who she hadn’t seen in quite some time. “I kissed a tiger.” She answered simply as if it was a casual encounter even though she was still shaken up. 

Anna’s eyes bulged from their sockets, “He made you do that? Is he crazy?” She quickly glanced around looking for a small cloth as she noticed the blood trickling from the small wound on Sophie’s skin. She spotted one resting over Yoongi’s stand and quickly retrieved it before the blood could trail down her cheek. She kneeled to dab it gently against the sensitive skin, careful to avoid causing more pain. “Did it bite you?”

Sophie slowly shook her head as she allowed Anna to clean the remnants of fish oil and blood from her face. “No, but it tried to. This is from its tongue.” It was that day that Sophie learned that like a domestic cat, tigers also had a very coarse texture on their tongue; however, the biggest difference was due to the size, a tiger’s tongue had these small barbs to help it devour its prey. These sharp details on the muscle dug into her cheek while the tiger became overzealous when it caught a whiff of the fish oil. 

“I can’t believe he made you do that.” Anna cringed at the thought, examining the little specks of blood seeping into the cloth. 

Sophie frowned, “Well, it’s this or I get sold for sex like you.” The tamer’s assistant instantly regretted her words as Anna flicked her gaze to meet Sophie’s. 

The conversation Anna shared with the other women in the House of Cards resurfaced, knowing that what they told her was confirmed by Sophie herself. She bit the inside of her cheek as anger simmered in her belly, trying her best to keep her emotions at bay, but finding it hard considering everything she’s had to deal with. “Must be nice to just kiss ass all day.” She mumbled before she could stop herself. She quickly cleared her throat, “I mean, tigers…to kiss tigers all day.”

Sophie narrowed her eyes, put off by Anna’s tone. “Right…well, I have a question. Do they buy you by the pound or ounce?”

Anna stood up and tossed the cloth onto Sophie’s lap as rage boiled over. “Fuck you.” She spat, turning on her heel to march off until she stopped abruptly to throw one more jab. “I guess you already have someone taking care of that, don’t you?”

Sophie stood up, following Anna with the soiled cloth in her hand. “Yeah? Well, right back at you!” She retorted, waving the rag in the air as if to make a point.

Anna never thought she would be so upset with her friend and stepped away to seek solace against the bane of her existence, the wheel of doom. Sophie felt the edges of her expression fall as Anna ripped a knife from the board and slammed it back into the sliced wood. She felt saddened that this was their first interaction since the night they tried to run away and they only seemed to fight.

Sophie slowly approached the rebellious woman, biting her lip as the sting on her cheek slowly faded. “I don’t want to fight with you. I’m sorry.”

Anna dropped her hand from the handle of the dagger, turning back to Sophie as she leaned her back against the board. “Yeah, me too.” She glanced around the arena, sighing heavily. “I hate this place. I wish we were back home.” She was exhausted and could feel the life being sucked out of her with every waking moment as if the House of Cards was stealing her soul slowly but surely.

Sophie crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her lips together as she thought of their circumstance. She missed her old life too, wishing that she could go back to when she dreamed of meeting a kind man that she would marry and build a family with, but now, it was only a pipe dream. She wasn’t sure what her future would hold as a performer in the House of Cards, but her dreams were already tainted by the man named Jungkook. “You should have never gone in the back.” Sophie reminded her as that was the decision that brought them to their current predicament. 

Anna placed her hands on her hips, glaring at Sophie. “You won’t ever let that go, will you?” She understood her mistakes, but she didn’t appreciate the constant blame for the hell they lived in. 

“Of course not! I told you it was a bad idea and look at where we are now!” Sophie argued, fuming that Anna was being so defensive of her wrongdoings. 

Before the unruly brunette could retaliate, an illustrious voice broke through the arena. “Girls, girls! There’s no need to fight.” Both women turned to their gaze to find Jimin, the aerialist, stepping towards them as he dripped with allusive charisma. He smiled with seductive intent, standing between the two beauties. “There’s plenty of me to share, I’ll make sure you each get a turn.” His eyes were dark with lust as he licked his lip, “So which one shall I take first?”

Anna rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest while Sophie blinked, dumbfounded by his confidence. “Ugh, please…” Anna groaned. 

A throat cleared as Jungkook came up from behind the wheel, his jaw tense with agitation. He came to stand beside Sophie, wrapping an arm around her waist, making sure to pull her flush against his frame possessively. “She’s mine, but feel free to have that one.” He nodded in Anna’s direction. He led Sophie to turn around, intending to take care of her after attempting such a dangerous stunt, but glanced back one last time to address Jimin. “She likes to talk back so I recommend keeping her mouth busy.”

Anna grumbled as the pair walked away, leaving her alone with Jimin as he prowled towards her. He smiled at her, leaning his arm up against the wheel while leaning close to her. “So, what do you say? Want to go for a spin?” He chuckled at his own joke as he used his leverage on the wheel to make it spin for effect. 

Anna smiled falsely, opening her mouth to dismantle his attempts to get her consent when a bright flash caught her eye. She and Jimin froze as she heard the familiar sound of Yoongi’s knives driving a wedge into the wood of the wheel. They slowly moved their heads to see a dagger spinning in place on the bullseye which was positioned between herself and Jimin. 

As they realized someone threw a knife just as Jimin was flirting with her, they turned away from the wheel to find Yoongi twirling another dagger between his fingers. His expression was deadly as his glare flickered between Anna and Jimin. “We should be getting back to practice.”

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