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stachmousworld · 4 years

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I could buy the mall...(Bucky’s Kitty)

I can’t let them go. They are both wild and I love it. Also, Mafia Bucky is my absolute favorite. He is shameless and horny and powerful and rich and considerate.

Tags: voyeurism, sex in a public space (sorry Granny!) , squirting, vaginal fingering, daddy kink, no use of protection.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Words: 1764

@niquemorris This one, right here, is scandalous 👀👀

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They walked through the mall looking for the hygiene aisle.

“What do we need?” Bucky asked for the umpteenth times.

“We?” She asked, amused.

Bucky suddenly kissed the side of her neck making her squeal.

“Yes, we. Whatever you need I need it too.”

She chuckled. “So, do you have something to tell me?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I need pads. My period are coming next week,” she explained, with a little knowing smile.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“Well I need them too,” he stated, stubborn.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to the ceiling.

“Bucky, Baby, I love you, you know that. But you are a heterosexual cisman. Why would you need pads?”

Bucky caressed his bearded jaw. “Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted with a childish pout.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath.

It didn’t take long before they found the right aisle. She was browsing different kinds of pads looking for the right one, meaning not too expensive. Brands created new pads that were supposed to be revolutionary and finally were not. She took a look at the composition of each and analyzed slowly the components.

“What are you doing?” Bucky muttered in her ear.

She shivered and nudged his head away. Persistent as always, Bucky hugged her from behind and kissed the top of her head.

“Bucky,” she whined. “Stop trying to distract me. It’s important.”

“Reading the composition of your pads is that serious.”

She finally reached the end of a long list of chemicals and answered, pensive. “Certain chemicals could cause cancer, which I’m sure you don’t want me to have.”

Bucky hummed, tightening his arms around her. “Not my little Kitty,” he said with a hint of possessiveness.

She tensed when she heard her nickname. There was only one reason why he’d use it. She pushed her butt against his groin and rolled her eyes. He was hard.

“Really, Bucky, in the mall? In broad daylight?” He rolled his hips against her backside. “And what made you horny? It can’t be pads?”

Bucky bit her lobe making her gasp. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. The only thing she could do was letting him do whatever he wanted. She glanced around and noticed an elderly woman staring at them.

She smiled awkwardly, trying to look as normal as possible. The woman sneered. She patted Bucky’s hand away from her skirt. But his second hand was quicker.

“Bucky, someone is watching,” she said through her teeth.

There was a moment of stillness. She could feel Bucky’s head moving behind her. She looked straightforward not wanting to partake into whatever Bucky was doing.

“Done,” he said, happy.

“Done wh—” She started. Bucky bit her neck and went back to his previous position. His hand was now under her skirt. She shrugged him away. Or she tried.

“Bucky…” she complained. Fucking hell…his fingers were already on her panties, circling her clit with ease. He nudged her legs open.

“Don’t care about anyone. Could fuck you right now and give them the show of their life.” He massaged her boob, pinching her nipple. She gasped and dropped her head. “Or better, I could buy the mall...”

The more he played with her clit the less she cared about being seen. Her resolution was slowly melting…god, she had to stop…

He slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She bit her lips, holding on dear life to the shelf.

“Are you going to make a mess, Kitty?” He growled in her ear.

She didn’t have time to process what he said that he stopped. She leaned forward, pressing her head against the cold shelf and tried clear her mind. She had to put a stop. Right now.

“Is everything okay?” A young voice said. “A woman said she saw you doing…inappropriate stuff.”

“And?” Bucky retorted, gruff.

“An- and it is not legal…” The young employee stopped talking. “…Sir.”

“Do you know who I am, Kid?” Bucky slid his hand away from her pussy and spanked her butt making her yelp. He raised his hand to the employee and showed the signet ring around his glistening finger.

“Oh my God…” The young man replied, shocked. “I’m going to –.”

“Close the mall,” Bucky cut him coldly.

What?

“What?” The employee asked with a high-pitched voice.

“Yep. You see, my Kitty and I have some unfinished business. So unless you want to be on the front row of the best porn of your life, you better be quick.”

There was a moment of stillness, which didn’t seem to please Bucky. She glanced at the employee for the first time. His face was a burning red and he was stuttering silently. Bucky groaned, clearly annoyed. She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt.

She tried to turn around, but he forced her to lean on the shelf. The employee immediately took off to her biggest relief.

“Bucky what the fuck?!” She exclaimed, indignant, but painfully aroused. The fact that her man, the mafia boss, could just fuck her in the middle of the mall and no one would tell them shit was…thrilling. But she couldn’t let him know. If Bucky found out she was as depraved as he…

“What do you want Granny?” He barked suddenly making her jump.

Her head snapped to the right, where the old lady was back. Bucky kept unbuttoning his jeans, not even embarrassed.

“Degenerate!” She screamed, with a shrill voice.

Bucky pushed his jeans and boxer down and stood there, his erection standing proudly. He lifted her skirt and exposed her naked butt.

She didn’t know how to react. The entire situation was….unbelievable. Was she dreaming? Was that really happening?

Bucky teared her thong away from her pussy and slapped her butt with his dick.

“Don’t be jealous of us, Granny, you had all of your youth to get pounded. If you missed your chance, that’s on you.”

The woman’s face scrunched in disgust and obvious hatred.

“You’ll burn in hell!” She kept screaming.

Bucky didn’t reply to her own surprise. Instead, he gripped her hips massaging her them firmly. Why wasn’t he replying? She looked at the woman whose eyes were now on her.

“What would your dad say about his daughter being a slut.”

She opened her mouth to reply when Bucky cut her off.

“I’m okay with it.”

“You are not her dad!” She sneered.

“You hear what Granny said, Kitty? I’m not your dad.” He leaned forward. “What’s my name, Baby girl?”

She swallowed with difficulty.

“Daddy,” she mumbled.

He slapped her butt making her yelp.

“What’s my name?” He said, loudly.

She bit her lips, mortified. So, that was where she draw the line. At screaming Bucky’s nickname. But being fucked in the middle of the mall was ok.

“Are you embarrassing me in front of our public?” He growled, coldly.

She barely got the time to respond that he slammed into her. Her entire body tensed as pleasure lit all of her nerves.

“Daddy,” she yelled.

Her breath was rattled, and she was seeing black spot. She thanked the Lord that he didn’t start moving straight away.

“You heard that Granny, I am Daddy!” He screamed.

She heard the old woman yell something back, but it got lost when his dick moved inside her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the quick drag.

Bucky held her upright and pushed her crop top over her boobs. Her bras were quickly discarded.

“You see that Granny! That’s my fucking whore.” He changed the angle and thrusted deeper. Her head lolled on his shoulder. She moaned his name like a prayer. “I’ll fuck her wherever and whenever I want.”

He didn’t give her any warning. Bucky grabbed one of her leg and then other, hoisting her open wide. He pounded into her, using his own strength not even losing breath as he used her as he wished. At each thrust, his dick went deeper making her toes curl.

“Caress your nipples for Daddy,” he moaned into her ear. “You’re so good to me. Always wet and ready…”

She obeyed and played with her harden nipples. She pinched them hard enough to be painful, like she liked.

Bucky’s thrusts were getting shallower. His dick pulsated in her pussy and she knew he was about to come. She tried to bring herself over the edge. He bit her neck.

“You’ll come undone, or you won’t.”

He didn’t change the pace but the angle. One moment she was comfortably reaching her orgasm, the other she was struck by lightning. Bucky’s dick was ramming her pussy. His groans in her hears sounded heavenly.

“My fucking whore, I’ll fuck you some more in the car…” He jostled her and let her fall down on his dick. “I’m sure the kid is jerking off behind his little camera like a little perv. Probably thinking about fucking you six ways to Sundays.”

Her walls spasmed and clenched around him as she came. He didn’t slow down.

“You liked that ideas, huh? Flash news, for you…you are mine.”

His entire body tensed. Hot ribbon of cum coated her slippery walls. She sighed dreamingly. He released each leg one after the other and helped her staying on her unsteady feet.

“You didn’t squirt,” he remarked, calmly. His penis, now soft, was still hanging out of his boxers. he didn’t seem to care at all.

She chuckled, high. “Don’t always. ‘m not a machine.”

Bucky pouted. “I want you to squirt.”

She shrugged or tried. Bucky pushed her back on the shelf. He pushed her legs open, kneeled in front of her and buried his head in her wet cunt. Her hands went straight to his long hair as he dived deeper into her folds.

“Bucky…” She moaned, loudly. “Too much.”

Bucky’s tongue circled her clit ferociously. He dragged his finger along her slit and toyed with the rim. She was trying to stay conscious, but her mind wouldn’t. all that mattered was his fingers and tongue.

He slowly penetrated two digits in, curving his callous fingers against her sore spot.

She didn’t last long. A few licks and she squirted. She whined and complained at the sudden lack of pressure on her clit. Bucky kept pumping his fingers inside her, milking her orgasm.

“I know Kitty, I know. But you gotta give our viewers a grand final,” he explained with a gleeful expression. “Although, it is a shame to waste all of that juice.”

He slapped her clit accenting her orgasm until the stream lessened.

“Good girl,” Bucky complimented her, still kneling on the floor. He leaned and licked her wet thighs to her groin. He hummed and moaned eyes closed.

“Truly a shame.”

Fin

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Beneath the Amber Moon, Part 13 (Galactica AU Group Fic) – TheDane & Veronica

Heyyy!! Remember us? We’re so sorry that it’s taken so long to bring you the final chapter of this Galactica sequel. We’d love to hear what you think, and what characters you want us to focus on next. <3

Click here for previous chapters.

Last chapter: Everyone was dealing with the fallout from the club.

This chapter: The fallout continues as Bianca goes on an apology tour and Fame finally gets treated like the Birthday Queen she is.

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Bianca stood at the door of Fame’s bungalow, shifting awkwardly. Patrick had been the one to open the door, the man taking one look at her before he grabbed a book, stepping aside and telling Bianca he’d be on the beach for the next hour.

Bianca couldn’t blame him. She didn’t want to be there for the inevitable misery either.

Fame was on the bed, dressed in a pure white robe, her sun-kissed legs resting on a pillow, her hair collected in a towel on her head, a magazine open in her lap, not even looking at Bianca.

“You’re not gonna say hi?”

“Mmmh.”

“So… I guess you’re still mad at me?”

“Me?” Fame flipped a page. “Who said I was mad at you?” Fame asked with an aloof detachment that made something clench in Bianca’s chest.

“Everything about how you’re acting?”

Fame didn’t respond, the blonde simply reading her magazine.

“Fame… Please.” Bianca stepped forward. “I’m sorry, okay?”

“I’m sure you have some other place to be, Bianca.”

Bianca wanted to scream, wanted to tear her hair, wanted to do anything to make Fame pay actual attention to her. Would do anything to have her friend back.

“Fuck. For whatever I did, whatever I said, that upset you. I’m sorry. I just…” Bianca sank to her knees by the bed, exhausted and with no clue what to do or say.

“Urh.” Fame sighed, closing her magazine and finally, finally looking up, acknowledging that Bianca was in the room. “You’re really going for the Oscar.”

“Please, I can’t take this.”

Fame bit her lip, her white teeth disappearing into her pink bottom lip, the first flicker of doubt that Bianca had seen since the day before dancing over her friend’s features.

“Please. I really need you. I need...” Bianca reached out, touching Fame’s knee. “I need a friend right now.”

“Why?”

“I slept with Courtney,” Bianca confessed.

“Oh really?” Fame raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “And why do you need me?”

“Because! I just...immediately fucked it up. Now she’s avoiding me, and…” Bianca groaned. “I can never get it right with her. I don’t know why I thought, even for a second, that I could… Fuck.”

Bianca laid her head down on the bed, and then, she felt it, Fame’s hand gently touching her hair.

“I’m sorry you’re suffering.”

“Don’t be…” Bianca looked up, and if it had been with anybody else, she would have felt horrified at how tired and defeated she knew she looked. “I deserve it.”

Fame sighed, and Bianca was scared she would push her out yet again, but then, Fame patted the spot next to her on the bed. Bianca rose and climbed up, curling into her with a deep exhalation of relief.

Fame’s hands went to Bianca’s hair again, as if of their own accord, running through the thick, caramel-colored locks, causing Bianca to snuggle closer against her.

“I just wish it could be easier…”

There was a long pause before Fame responded, finally offering a tentative, “I don’t think she’s good for you, B.”

“No shit,” Bianca replied, followed by a hoarse, humorless laugh.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Fame’s voice was low.

Bianca raised her head to look at Fame, who’d gone from cold and detached to warm and gentle in a matter of minutes. Bianca gave her a halfhearted smile.

“… Pretty sure.” She laid her head back down, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Fame’s fingers carding through her hair, finally finding peace. When she heard a soft chuckle, she stirred and asked, “Something funny?”

“Just remembering what a horrific monster you were last night.” Fame smiled. “Now I know why.” She pulled Bianca’s hair slightly.

“Ow!”

“I’ll consider forgiving you. Acting like that on my birthday.”

“I was delightful last night,” Bianca batted at Fame’s hand. “What are you talking about?”

“Think Violet and Sutan found you delightful?” Fame asked, lips pursed in judgment. “Because I don’t.”

Bianca blinked, hazy memories coming back to her.

“Oh...shit.”

“Yeah, shit indeed.” Fame sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Classic Del Rio.”

Bianca sat up, rubbing her eyes.

“And the worst part is! You were so caught up with that, and the drama with your sister and her girlfriends, that you didn’t even spend one minute fawning all over me. On my birthday.”

“Wasn’t your birthday technically two days ag-”

“My birthday week!” Fame huffed. “I felt invisible.”

“I tried! You were ignoring me!”

“Technicality!”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Bianca picked up Fame’s hand and kissed it. “How about tonight, we make it all about you?”

“Sounds...appropriate.” Fame gave Bianca a sly smile, trying to pretend like she wasn’t immensely pleased.

“I mean...all about you, after I apologize for that shit with Violet,” Bianca grimaced.

“Apologize?” Fame widened her eyes comically. “You think that’s enough? You should pay for that kid’s college!”

“I’ll start with ‘I’m sorry.��”

“Fair enough,” Fame giggled, as Bianca snuggled closer to her. “Just don’t get on your knees. It’s really far too dramatic.”

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“Here you go, birthday girl…” Bianca handed Fame an elaborate-looking frozen cocktail - it looked like a piña colada with swirls of blue.

“Why, thank you! What is it?”

“I had them make something special for you. It’s called the Galactica,” Bianca said with a wink, clearly proud of herself.

Fame’s eyes lit up and she pulled Bianca closer, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Thanks, darling, I love it,” she said, with a flutter of lashes.

After spending all day recovering from her tequila binge with Adore, Courtney was still feeling a bit delicate. Especially when she thought about Bianca, the knot in her stomach growing the longer they went without clearing the air. Which clearly wasn’t going to happen tonight, judging from the way Fame was hanging on her, laughing giddily.

Courtney closed her eyes. It appeared that she’d lost a turf war - one for which she didn’t remember signing up. She supposed it served her right, for daring to come in the first place. Why she ever thought that a week with this group could be fun and relaxing was beyond her.

When she spotted Violet in the corner, mostly hidden by a large tropical plant, she beelined for her, speaking in a low voice so as not to blow her cover.

“What are you doing over here?”

“Waiting for Raven to look away so I can get out of discussing the Instagram handle of my maybe unborn child.” Violet rolled her eyes. “If we actually have the baby, I’d rather gnaw my own arm off than dress it like a little model. It’s a child. Why would a child need to wear Gucci?”

“Wait, Raven knows?” Courtney’s jaw dropped. “How does Raven know?!”

“A series of unfortunate events.” Violet gave her a tired, long-suffering look, shaking her head. Violet took a drink of the soda she was holding, Courtney unsure if she had ever actually seen Violet with a sugary drink before.

“Oh...well...can I hide with you?”

“Sure.” Violet giggled and moved, making room on the wall.

“Wait,” She looked at Courtney. “Who are you hiding from? Are you okay?”

“Um…” Courtney hesitated, wondering how much of her personal drama to unload on a clearly stressed pregnant woman with whom she still had a somewhat tentative friendship. She finally settled on a concise, “Things with Bianca are awkward. It’s been a week.”

“Cheers to that.” Violet smiled a little, clinking their glasses together.

“Yeah, and that…” Courtney’s gaze shifted back to Bianca, her arm still casually slung around Fame’s waist. “...isn’t helping.”

“I can imagine.” Violet nodded, then bit her lip, clearly unsure if it was okay that they were talking about it. “I don’t know what I would do if Sutan-” Violet cut herself off, and Courtney was grateful for it.

“I know you care a lot about Bianca.”

“At this point, I honestly just wish that we could be friends.” Courtney twirled a lock of blonde hair. “But...I don’t know if that’ll happen.”

“Bianca is… an intense woman.”

Courtney chuckled. “Uh, yeah. To say the least.”

Violet paused for a moment, then reached out and touched Courtney lightly on the arm.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Aren’t you scared of getting crucified for leaving?”

Violet shrugged. “The only good thing about being pregnant is that I have an actually true excuse for leaving places I don’t want to be at.”

Courtney laughed. “Honestly, nothing sounds better to me right now than room service and maybe, if you’re up for it, working on the Moschino line a little bit?”

At that, Violet’s eyes lit up. “Let me text Sutan, and we can leave.”

VIOLET: Juju saying that soda helps with nausea is a lie. Had to leave. Love you, don’t freak out.

Sutan smiled as he read the message, his girlfriend knowing him so very well.

Courtney is with me.

Sutan raised a brow, the new friendship between Courtney and Violet one he had never expected, but it looked like it was good for his girl, and therefore, he was all for it.

Please enjoy the party. Pay attention to Fame, it's only been three days since her birthday after all.

Sutan bit his lip. “I’m going to the bar,” he said to Detox and Karl who were standing with him, the words leaving him without even thinking. “You want anything?”

“Yeah, can I get-” Karl stopped talking when Sutan walked away, phone in hand, not waiting for his answer. “Rude.”

“Okay,” Detox crossed his arms, watching their friend leaving. “Is it just me, or does he look...uh...haggard?” Detox asked. “I know he’s not wearing a suit, but it feels like more than that-“

“It’s not just you; he’s a hot garbage mess,” Karl replied, sighing and sipping his wine. “Side effects of heterosexuality.”

Detox laughed, then frowned. “Wait, hey, what are you trying to say?”

Karl cast his eyes up and down Detox’s body critically.

“You heard me.”

Bianca cleared her throat, walking up to Sutan at the bar. She wasn’t ordinarily a big apologizer, but this was a scenario where her normal “deal with it” attitude wasn’t going to work.

In their group, Sutan had always been the chill one. The one who rolled with the punches, gave everyone the benefit of the doubt. And, maybe because of that, Bianca spent a fair share of their time together teasing him, giving him shit, treating him like a brother. The thought that she’d gone too far - far enough to hurt him, and someone he loved, made her feel awful. So she bit back her impulse to lead with something snarky and instead offered an uncharacteristically soft, “Hey…”

Sutan didn’t look at her, and if Bianca was honest, he kinda looked like shit. They were in Brazil, and yet he was more grey than sunkissed.

“Can I get a whiskey?” Sutan looked at the bartender. “ Quickly, please.”

Bianca cringed. A small part of her had been hoping that he’d be his normal contented self, totally over the drama of the previous night. She bit her lip and tried again.

“Um...is Violet okay?” she asked.

Sutan looked after the bartender, clearly judging if he’d be fast enough that it would be worth it to continue ignoring Bianca. He apparently decided against it, because he turned to Bianca, actually looking at her.

“B.” Sutan smiled a little, and Bianca saw again how tired he was. “I really don’t want to deal with you or your...humor. Right now.”

“No jokes, I promise,” Bianca said, holding up her hands in surrender. “I just wanted to...I’m sorry-”

Sutan laughed, a short crude sound. “You?” He took a drink of his whiskey. “Being sorry? Come on Bianca. Don’t lie to me.” Sutan rolled his eyes. “You’re good at it, but not that good.”

“Look, I know I was an asshole last night, and you don’t deserve that,” Bianca said. “So if you want me to fuck off, I will, but I needed you to know that I feel bad. And I’m sorry. Really.”

Sutan looked at her, watching her face, analyzing it. “Do you have any idea how much shit you fucked up?”

He sighed, and Bianca saw the last of his armor chip away as he took a seat. She reached out and tentatively placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You hurt her B.” Sutan ran a hand through his hair. “Like, you really fucking hurt her, and I know you don’t give a shit about Violet, but- Fuck.” Sutan emptied his whiskey. “Hey, Francisco! Refill as well!”

“Look, I’m not gonna lie. We don’t really have a relationship; that’s true. But Tan, I love you.”

Sutan raised an eyebrow at the statement. “Are you dying?” He smiled. It was small, and tucked away in the corner of his mouth, but it was there. “You haven’t told me you loved me while sober since my father died.”

“Well, I do, asshole,” Bianca replied immediately, then stopped and added more contritely, “I do. And I would never, ever want to hurt someone you love. I was fucking around. I was being a dick. But I didn’t mean to hurt her, I swear. You may not forgive me right now, but...I hope you believe me.”

Francisco came with the drinks, taking away Sutan’s empty glass.

“It would have been a shit situation no matter what,” Sutan sighed. “So why not have it happen this way. The nightmare I didn’t even know I had.” He stood up. “Thanks anyway.”

“Do you wanna like...hug?” Bianca asked awkwardly.

“Bianca.” Sutan smiled. “If somebody is actually dying, you have to tell me.”

“Nevermind! Fuck you too!”

Sutan grabbed Bianca, pulling her into a hug, the man so much taller than her that he easily rested his chin on her head.

“I’m sorry, man,” Bianca said. “Really. I hope you’re okay. And I hope Violet’s okay, too.”

“I don’t know if we are.” Sutan sighed. Releasing Bianca. “These last 24 hours, they’ve been... Real fucking rough.”

“Well...if it helps, Fame wants everyone’s attention 100% on her tonight, so I think the heat is off you guys,” Bianca said with a wry grin.

“When has that ever not been the case?” Sutan took his drink. “Let’s go attend the queen's court.”

Bianca laughed. “Cheers to that.”

He held out his hand. “After you. My lady.”

“You’re a nerd,” Bianca said, unable to suppress the huge grin on her face as she took his hand, utterly relieved that he didn’t hate her.

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“Well, I’m gonna try to make this quick, because we all know how uncomfortable our beautiful birthday girl is with attention…” Bianca smiled, the table chuckling. “The truth is, blondie, you’re the reason we’re all here. You are the glue that holds this group together. We probably don’t say it enough, but thank you. Thank you for hosting brunches and weekends away and dragging us all on family trips and thank you for keeping us connected. And thank you for doing it while looking smoking hot…”

Fame beamed up at her, charmed.

Raven leaned over towards Juju, muttering, “Looks like someone is sick of the dog house...”

“I’m still saying she deserves it after how she acted yesterday.”

“And now I’m gonna stop before I embarrass myself…” Bianca continued.

“Too late,” Juju whispered to Raven, and they both snickered.

“But I just want you to know how much we love you. How much I love you. Happy birthday, Blondie. Cheers.” Bianca raised her glass, and everyone followed suit.

“I love it when you get drunk and mushy, Bianca. It’s pretty much the only time you’re tolerable,” Raja said, clinking glasses with her.

“I’m not drunk!” Bianca insisted. “I can be mushy sober. Like...once every few years.”

“Speaking of mushy,” Karl said. “Maybe you wanna add something, Raja?”

“Gladly!” Raja stood up, looking around the room and then at Fame, eyes already misty. “My darling friend…”

“Oh, here we go…” Bianca grumbled, annoyed that she was about to be upstaged.

Fame hit her lightly on the shoulder and then turned back to Raja, grinning.

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Sutan stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, surveying the scene. Violet and Courtney were curled up in bed, sketches littering the duvet, Violet’s head on Courtney’s shoulder as they were looking at something on the tablet in Courtney’s hands.

“So this is what feeling faint looks like?”

Violet smiled up at him. “Hi.”

As Sutan bent down to give her a soft kiss, Courtney cleared her throat and sat up, quickly gathering her things.

“I guess I should get out of your hair now,” she said.

“You don’t have to go right away,” Violet told her, as Sutan slid onto the bed beside her.

“It’s okay. I’m sure you guys want some alone time. Thank you so much for your help. I’m feeling a billion times better about the line.” Courtney flashed a grateful smile from the doorway. “Have a good night.”

“Goodnight, Courtney,” Violet replied, smiling slightly as Sutan wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face in her hair.

With one last glance at the couple, Courtney slipped through the door into the chilly night. She knew that they had something major to deal with - and yet, she couldn’t help feeling a bit envious.

Violet had something that she’d never experienced: unconditional support from the love of her life. Courtney knew that whatever she decided, Sutan would stand by her, and part of her wondered if she’d ever know what that was like.

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Bianca sighed with satisfaction, admiring the inside of her packed suitcase, everything perfectly folded, fitting together like a Tetris win. A soft knock on the door diverted her attention and she looked up to see Courtney, shifting nervously.

“Hey.”

“Hi...can I come in?” Courtney asked.

“Of course.”

Bianca was tentatively friendly, her guard still up. They hadn’t really spoken at all since the other night. Maybe Courtney would explain why she’d been avoiding her. She sat on the bed, waiting for her to speak.

Courtney perched on the edge of the sofa, looking uncomfortable, as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how, or if she should. Bianca took a deep breath, trying to give off an air of unhurried patience.

“Um...are we okay?” Courtney finally asked.

“I’m okay,” Bianca responded. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” Courtney bit her lip.

Bianca sighed.

“Look...I thought everything was cool. That we were on the same page. But for the last few days, it seems like you’ve been doing everything possible to avoid me. So...was it something I did, or-”

“No! No, you didn’t do anything. I thought...I thought you were the one avoiding me.”

“Well...okay then.” Bianca chuckled.

“Yeah,” Courtney exhaled, clearly relieved. “I guess it’s good that we’re talking, huh? I mean I hate being on bad terms with you, so-”

“We’re not on bad terms,” Bianca promised, giving her a smile. “I had a good time with you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Courtney glanced out the window, then back to Bianca, eyes soft and misty.

“I should tell you, you’re-” she paused, breath hitching, looking down.

Bianca moved beside her on the sofa, waiting for her to continue. When she looked back up, tears had collected in her eyelashes.

“You’re the love of my life, B.”

Bianca reached up to softly cup Courtney’s face, thumb running over her cheek.

“You’ve got a lot more life to live, kiddo,” she said, brushing away a tear. She leaned forward slowly, lips meeting Courtney’s in a brief, gentle kiss.

When they separated, Courtney sighed, wiping her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I love you, too. Always will.” Bianca swallowed down a lump in her own throat.

“Maybe someday we could be friends,” Courtney said.

“Don’t push it,” Bianca joked.

Courtney chuckled, then leaned back.

“I should go…”

“Okay.” Bianca rose with her.

“Take care, B,” Courtney said, giving her one last kiss on the cheek and then heading to the door.

“You too...Supergirl.”

Courtney tossed a grin over her shoulder, and Bianca smiled back, hoping she’d never forget this moment, the way Courtney looked in the dazzling afternoon light.

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Goodbyes with this group were always a lot, but Raven thrived in them, the melodramatic nature of it a joy for someone who loved drama as much as she did.

Most of them were flying home together, Adore saying a tearful goodbye to Courtney, while Karl was handing out hugs to everyone who was going to New York.

What was the most interesting though, was Raja and Sutan.

The twins had been acting strange ever since Violet had been forced to announce her pregnancy, and while Raja kept insisting that she was fine, that she had talked to her brother, the air between them was still thick with tension.

Raven watched as Sutan walked up to Raja, him and Violet needing to leave to catch their flight, and Raja hesitated for a moment, her arms not immediately going around her brother to hug him until Sutan pulled her in, the two standing together, talking in quiet Indonesian, Raja hiding her face in his shoulder.

Raven could see that it made Violet uncomfortable, knew that everything was changing, but as Sutan pulled away from Raja, giving her a quick, sweet, closemouthed kiss before he walked over to Violet, Raven saw her face change.

Violet looked like she was coming home as Sutan took her hand, the two of them leaving together, fingers intertwined while they walked towards their new life together.

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ridiasfangirlings · 5 years

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So I've seen all the LSW movie now and I have Thoughts and it's been a while since I did any kind of anime review so I just had to type this up.

(Note 1: No, I'm not sharing any links to where to find it. I know there's a less-than-legal link floating around that you can find on Tumblr in the tag if you look around. I actually used Google Chrome and a VPN to rent LSW for 500 yen for two days from the official Bandai Channel site linked here.)

(Note 2: The entire thing has not been subbed yet as far as I know. My knowledge of Japanese is spotty at best especially when it comes to listening rather than reading, but I've read the novel translations and the manga enough that even without subs I have a pretty good idea of what's going on.)

-We open on Fushimi's rainy Scepter 4 induction ceremony that was shown in the trailer. I suddenly remember how in the novel it's mentioned that the raindrops don't hit Munakata because of his King powers and it makes the part in MK where he has Awashima holding an umbrella for him while everyone else gets soaked that much more peak troll.

-There's this weird computer-y thing as Fushimi closes his eyes and I don't know if it quite works for me? This isn't jungle guys, the Blues can just be fancy in the rain, it's cool.

-Fushimi takes the sword and they totally cut out Saru snarking back at Munakata about the whole 'pride and pledge and such isn't really necessary.' I wanted to see Fushimi being a little shit why do you deny me.

-They also cut out Fushimi seeing Yata's hand reaching for the sword, instead we only have Fushimi taking it as he voiceovers the whole 'The first King said take this hand. The second King said take this sword.' The background also gets all computer-y again and it looks a little cheap and weird? This is not the first strange decision this movie will be making.

-Then that weird kid from the sixth movie promo material who looks like he escaped from Handshakers and has pokeballs for eyes says something profound-ish, etc etc TIME FOR MIDDLE SCHOOL BABIES.

-We cut to Yata on the toilet. Not what it sounds like I swear.

-Middle school Misaki so cute and dissatisfied as he hides in the bathroom. He spots something in the next stall and climbs up to look, like Romeo ascending Juliet's toilet balcony or somesuch.

-Fushimi is also on the toilet. Also not what it sounds like.

-Flirting ensues, with Yata being cute and enthusiastic and Fushimi playing hard to get by yelling at him to go away. Ah, young love.

-Yata mentions his phone has been getting weird messages due to jungle. That's called spam, Yata-chan, and you're probably too young to be reading anything that has a lot of xs in the subject line.

-Triumphant video game music plays as Fushimi's voice gets all excited and he lets Yata come over to watch him, which is when we see poor baby has a bruise from being beaten up by upperclassmen. (I'd say that's what happens without Yata there to save him but he probably ended up getting beaten less in the movie than the novel precisely because of that XD)

-They've known each other for like two minutes and already Yata wants to beat people up to defend Fushimi's honor.

-Fushimi proceeds to beat his opponent in jcube while Yata yells about how amazing it is and we get that 'this guy is scary...but amazing' moment, aka the actual exact moment where Yata falls totally in love.

-Fushimi's triumphant smile gives me life.

-Cue Yata walking to school. We don't really get any exact passage of time indications here but I like to assume this was at least a few days later – Fushimi's still a bit standoffish but Yata has clearly already officially adopted him as New Best Friend.

-Yata gets Aya's letter in his locker and proceeds to show us all that yes, he can get even cuter than he already was.

-He goes running after Fushimi and there's this weird slo-mo thing for a moment? I feel like if we're going for that there should be like romantic music playing or something.

-Other students stare at them, wondering if these two are really going continue to be this gay in public. (Spoiler alert: yes. Yes they are.)

-And then Aya tackle-hugs Yata. I really like her voice, it sounds super cutesy in just the right affected way, and even the big anime eyes work well for her character (since I get the impression from the novel she's supposed to look young). Also that 'Mi-sa-ki-pyuun!' is so cute.

-'You know what would be completely gratuitous?' 'What?' 'If instead of Aya wearing pumpkin pants like she explicitly says she is in the novel, we put in a middle schooler pantyshot.' 'Great idea!' -Gora, probably.

-Yata hides behind Fushimi because he too has had enough of this fanservice.

-Yata tries to use Fushimi as his totally heterosexual excuse to get away from the scary girl and Aya's voice becomes noticeably less high pitched and cutesy as she talks to Fushimi. I think they did a good job with showing the shift in the way she talks to Fushimi versus how she speaks to Yata.

-Aya tells Yata about the jungle mission and then shows him all the hateful messages she received. Yata looks away and we see his own phone, with the mean chat messages his 'friends' exchanged about him. The former Yata team still sucks and are not even worthy of showing up in this movie.

-Yata adorably clings to Fushimi and have I mentioned he is adorable because I'm dying here.

-So our trio heads out to summon the airship. Aya shows Yata the program she created to decode jungle's hints and Fushimi noticeably sighs and walks away when Yata calls it 'cool.' Someone's jealous~

-Aya's mom calls and Yata takes the opportunity to go talk with Fushimi. This part is really abbreviated from the novel, with Fushimi only confirming that Aya's his cousin before Aya breaks in to ask Yata to talk to her mom, so we don't get any of the family talk between them. I get that there was no way the movie could fit everything in but I think it's an unfortunate loss that will pretty much continue throughout the movie – Yata's backstory gets really shafted here, continuing the trend of LSW tending to be more about Fushimi than about both Fushimi and Yata as it should be.

-Yata's face as he starts his girl impersonation, I can't. Fukujun's female voice sounds like an old woman, Aya is cracking up and so am I, this is beautiful.

-And Fushimi laughs. I think I like how the manga did this one better, in the movie it seems more like mocking laughter than real happy laughter that I think it's supposed to be, and it felt more like he was trying to suppress it. Basically even though Aya's like 'Fushimi's laughing?' I don't get the impression that this is supposed to be a rare event, which I think the novel was intending and which for me the manga managed to convey.

-They spot the airship in the distance and Fushimi starts recalculating the position as Yata stares in awe and Aya gets annoyed. No smiley face like in the novel though, alas.

-Fushimi's ready to give up on chasing the airship but of course Yata's fired up now, and the bicycle built for three kicks off in hot pursuit. Yata strains to peddle even though you know Aya and Fushimi combined probably weigh like barely anything.

-Of course they still can't catch up and we get that 'If we'd gotten on...would anything change?' I feel like the visuals let this moment down a little – the manga was more dynamic here – but Mamoru Miyano's voice acting almost makes up for it, with just a slight undercurrent of longing underneath the tone.

-'A different world?' Yes Yata, you would have seen a different world where an immortal man has an airship complete with its own Real Doll or whatever that thing Colorless was dancing with in S1 was. Maybe it's better they missed the airship.

-Another cut straight to Yata in front of Fushimi's house. Again this makes sense to cut everything before it to streamline things, but I'm sad to lose Aya's comments on Fushimi's family and the mention of him being home when the house got robbed.

-Precious sick baby Saru coughing as he works on what is clearly meant to be Yata's watch. Someone's already got a crush.

-We get the whole 'Yata taking care of sick Fushimi' part and I love everything this scene chooses to be, Fushimi is just so precious and confused as to why Yata's there taking care of him. Also huge props to Mamoru Miyano because the voice acting in this scene is adorable, every little 'Yataaa' makes my heart go doki doki.

-The last time Yata goes back to check on him and Fushimi is sitting up and looking so shocked and amazed because Yata came when he called and he's being loved and taken care of and no one has ever done that before someone hold me my heart can't take this.

-Yata makes Fushimi food and then falls asleep and it's all so wonderful and sweet gosh I hope a raging asshole doesn't show up to ruin it all.

-'Who are you?' One raging asshole, right on time.

-Niki's voice...isn't really what I was expecting? It's a bit deep in a way that I'm not sure works for me... I mean, he does sound like he needs to be punched in the face so that's spot on. As far as Nikis go though I think I give stage play Niki the edge as far as how I imagined him sounding.

-Niki threatens to stuff a mantis in Yata's mouth and we hear the sounds of poor sick baby Fushimi stumbling his way through the giant house as fast as he can go, likely falling over things and breathing hard and just terrified because he needs to get Yata away from his asshole trash king father now.

-And Fushimi absolutely screams at Niki to shut up and it's beautiful and painful and this entire scene just makes me want to kidnap him and save him from his terrible dad.

-Niki's laugh is just kinda there too, like anime!Niki doesn't quite manage that distinctive 'gyahaha' that stage play Niki did so well.

-Fushimi outside with Yata and again the voice acting is so good, that desperate little 'Yata!' and then the hesitant, stumbling attempts at thanking Yata when Fushimi's never thanked anyone before. My heart.

-Yata says he'll see Fushimi at school and Fushimi smiles and I just...precious baby. Must protect.

-Of course this beauty couldn't last forever and Fushimi's face falls as he has to go back inside to face the piece of unburnable trash sitting on the stairs. This is the one place Niki's voice 100% worked for me – that 'Saruhiko! Asoboze~' was just chilling.

-And we begin part two, with Yata and Fushimi hanging out on the street where they'll shortly meet Mikoto. Yata mom gets cheated out of not just a name but a cameo animated appearance too, why this Gora.

-They use a mix of old and new animation for this part – Yata drinking and then throwing the drink is clearly the exact animation from S1 but Mikoto catching it has been newly animated. That's probably for the best – the bigger eyes work well enough with Fushimi and Yata, since they're supposed to be kids, but there would be a pretty obvious difference between the old and new styles with Mikoto. (I think Mikoto looking back at them might be from S1 though...honestly this just makes me miss the S1 animation style again.)

-Cut to Fushimi getting yelled at for having his phone out in class. Fushimi of course gives no fucks and walks right out, and Yata runs after him while their teacher is completely done with this level of gay.

-I don't really like how those last two scenes went flow-wise, it feels kinda abrupt? The scene with Sarumi meeting Homra continues to feel shoved in and awkwardly out of place even in its own movie, and having nothing to really indicate the passing of time between Yata visiting Fushimi at his home to the two of them on the street and then back to class makes things feel choppy to me here. I assume they rearranged things from the novel for time reasons but it definitely feels shuffled around.

-Yata asks if Fushimi's going home and says he'll go too, and Fushimi has this little '...sorry' moment that's adorable, especially when Yata proceeds to put a hand on his shoulder and smiles and I think this movie is as in love with Yata as Fushimi is, every scene of him smiling is so bright.

-Yata mentions that they're third years already, finally giving some indication of how time moves in this movie thank you Yata.

-Fushimi pulls up jungle, showing Yata pictures that jungle's managed to take of various Homra members as part of a mission. I'm just concerned that someone is stalking Kusanagi.

-They discuss the rumors of the 'Red Monster' as images of Mikoto looking scary cross the screen. My favorite part of this is when they show Mikoto and the Homra members in silhouette with glowing red eyes looking all ominous, except one of the silhouettes is clearly Totsuka and I'm pretty sure the worst he's gonna do to you guys is ask if you want to help him with a hobby.

-We also get a close up of glowing eyes Fujishima. Did someone kick a dog in his presence, or...?

-Yata proposes to Fushimi talks about how they should get a place together and we get a quick flash of Niki looking like an asshole, which is his specialty. 'You don't need a home like that.'

-Yata says their place should have a helicopter pad and suddenly we're in Yata vision with an adorable cartoony plane rising up from a hidden door and just when you thought Yata couldn't be cuter.

-...Followed by Fushimi vision which is basically a mad science lab featuring human-like organisms in glowing pods. The chuunibyou is strong.

-The two of them walk off discussing plans and being in love as Aya stares down from the window, wondering why she's even in this movie again.

-Back to the Fushimi House of Shitty Parents, with Kisa making her cameo. Her character design is just way too....soft, I think, for my tastes. I feel like the manga did the better job of portraying a beautiful but cold and professional woman. Also she's got a hedgehog on her shoulder (or it's some kind of fluffy necklace thing, idk, it's weird why is it there why isn't she in her party dress like she should be).

-Her voice feels a little too pleasant for me too, though it does shift slightly colder when she gets off the phone and starts talking to Fushimi.

-Also while on the one hand the front of the house being wide and empty fits, since we know they don't keep anything valuable where people can see, the background here feels a bit...off? Like at one point we see these huge open doorways behind Fushimi and Kisa and it looks like they live in a fucking museum or something, like there's 'rich person's house' and 'no one actually has a house that looks like this.'

-Kisa tells Fushimi his dad is in the hospital and leaves, her cameo appearance over for the day. She still got more screentime than Yata's mom.

-Fushimi thinks about Niki's illness and then smiles and laughs, as we all should.

-Back to school, and Aya is pissed at Fushimi only being in 45th place in exams and that he isn't competing with her, because once again Fushimi gives no fucks he's moving in with his boyfriend and doesn't need no education.

-Aya mentions getting into Tsubakigahara high school and Fushimi cleans his glasses, reminding me that I wish we'd gotten to see Aya in her glasses animated.

-'Have you ever listened to me with your eyes sparkling and saying 'amazing'?' And Fushimi walks right past her because he doesn't want a rival, he wants someone who will look at him as he is and think that he's worth something, that he's amazing from the point of view beyond just what society expects.

-And Aya scores a direct hit with her backpack! Throwing things at people must run in the Fushimi family.

-Fushimi says he doesn't hate Aya and for a moment she stares at him with romance in her eyes....and then he kicks her backpack right back in her face. Such a smooth talker. At least they resisted the urge to put in another pantyshot there.

-Cut to the Sarumi Apartment of Love. The quick pan up the building makes it feel like they should be on the top floor even though we know from the novel it's a first floor apartment. Also the building looks a bit too fancy for me, considering their apartment's supposed to be cheap and purchased via an underworld-type realtor.

-Yata shows off his skateboard tricks and Fushimi is not interested. He's just playing hard to get again.

-Yata and Fushimi plan their attack on the surprise party and are so cute and hopeful and it's depressing knowing this is really the beginning of the end of their sense of invincibility.

-KNUCKLE BUMP!

-Also please note Fushimi's loft is big enough that Yata can like climb right up there with him and there's plenty of room for things like for example making out if the two of them wanted to do such things you know just saying.

-The night of the surprise party. Dewa and Chitose get to make appearances trying to disperse the crowd as Yata waits on top of the roof and Fushimi runs the computers while wearing a cute stripey blanket.

-They discuss the plan as tiny CGI people hang out around Homra. It looks like the bar is being attacked by rogue escapees from a Sims game (new plan: Yata leads them to the nearest pool and Fushimi removes the ladder).

-Fushimi is still wearing a stripey blanket on his head, and he is adorable. Just to make note of the important things.

-Fushimi begins the hacking mission as everyone puts on freaky-ass masks. Did Hisui have a coupon for the local freaky mask shop or something? Was this a wholesale deal?

-The jungle kids start shooting off party poppers. Sensing a threat to his bar counter, Kusanagi finally makes an appearance.

-Fushimi sends out a fake mail to indicate jungle's having server issues and we see Aya in the crowd, which makes you think her presence here is going to be important. Spoiler alert: unlike in the novel, her presence has no payoff and means nothing.

-Yata dons his own freaky mask and skateboards into the fray. His acting is slightly less bad than I expected it to be but Fushimi still facepalms over it.

-Fushimi's terminal sparks green and a tiny avatar appears in the corner. I think I liked the manga interpretation of Hisui's avatar guy better, there he was just a faceless completely unassuming avatar and here it's a little guy in a suit and glasses who looks more distinctive. I do like the way his voice is computerized but still obviously Hisui under it, which gets more pronounced the more he talks.

-At the end when the avatar goes all demony, I think this is another point for the manga which actually looked scary, businessman-avatar looks a bit more on the silly side. Though for Fushimi it was probably creepy either way (also it makes me wonder about Hisui on the other end of that transmission turning his avatar into a scary demon while his parrot eats his hair).

-Fushimi pulls the plug on his computer and then is off and running, yelling Yata's name over and over again, just so desperate to be sure Yata's all right.

-”Saruhiko!” “Misaki!” My heart.

-Yata drags Fushimi into a corner and Fushimi has that 'it's our—my loss' moment before they suddenly get attacked by party poppers again. One hits close to Fushimi's eye but it's just a random hit, which makes me wonder why they bothered even showing Aya before.

-I love Fushimi dragging Yata away here – he sounds just so harried, like here he's lost and he wasn't superior at all, and even worse he's put Misaki in danger and he just has no idea what to do.

-More fireworks come flying at them as Mikoto makes his grand appearance at last, in a giant ball of flame.

-I feel like the blocking of this scene was really weird, it seems like Fushimi and Yata should have been being swarmed by masked people but in order to save animation budget they just had random firecrackers flying around and then all of a sudden Saru's being dragged off by fangirls enemies. I wish it had been a little more frantic.

-Yata running towards Mikoto while yelling at him to save Saruhiko was perfect though, he's just so terrified for Fushimi's sake.

-I really loved the whole scene of Mikoto saving Fushimi, the way Fushimi looks up as the fire rains down and then Totsuka coming up behind him and holding him as lovely music plays, the atmosphere was so lovely (….though it kinda made me suddenly want some TotsuFushi. Just a little).

-Totsuka keeps hugging Fushimi, doing what we all wish we could.

-And we finally get a proper Sarumi hug! If nothing else at least the anime didn't punk out with a leg hug, we got a real hug this time.

-Fushimi and Yata head home in failure. Fushimi clenches his fist and you can see bruises on his fingers, my poor child.

-Back to the hospital where ding dong the dick is dead. The manga only implied that Kisa was a terrible mother who made her middle school age son collect his dead dad's body, the anime nicely confirms it by having her call Fushimi and tell him to do it.

-The manga was a little more abrupt and creepy with this scene, where Fushimi briefly sees Niki sitting up and mocking him. Even dead Niki is punchable.

-Also I like how even dead Niki's hair is perfectly styled. Are those bangs natural or what?

-Fushimi loses it and starts yelling at a corpse. It's almost like making your traumatized and abused middle schooler son retrieve his dad's dead body was a bad idea or something.

-A rubix cube falls from Niki's hand and--

-And--

-H E L P M E

-HE'S SO CUTE

-L O O K A T H I M

-HE HAS A TINY BOWTIE AND LITTLE NERD GLASSES LOOK AT HIS SMOL HANDS I LOVE HIM

-Only a true piece of utter trash could upset such a pure baby

-D I E

-Okay, things that aren't baby Saru, right, there's still movie left.

-Yata and Aya talk in the rain, I'm mostly distracted by how cute Yata looks in a poncho.

-It feels a little depressing that the last we see of Aya is her sobbing in the rain. I don't think the novel's resolution for her was the best either but at least there was something like closure.

-'The first King said take this hand. The second King said take this sword.' Fushimi voiceovers once again as Yata and Fushimi stand side by side in front of Mikoto at Bar Homra. They reach for Mikoto's flaming hands and...roll credits. Wait, roll credits?

-So yeah the entire back half of the novel isn't in the movie, it ends with Sarumi joining Homra. I wonder how this plays to people who haven't read the novel, because to me it very much feels like this is a narrative without an actual ending. I think they tried to make a parallel with the 'take this hand/take this sword' part but without the latter half of the novel the opening scene actually feels somewhat out of place to me, like it has no real relation to the rest of the movie (I almost feel like since they were messing with the novel anyway they should have started the movie with Yata and Fushimi reaching for Mikoto's hand, then backtracking to how we got to this point and finally jumping forward just as Fushimi's hand is about to take Mikoto's and suddenly have him reaching for the sword instead, looking to the side as Yata's phantom hand next to him fades away).

-I think they were in somewhat of a difficult position with LSW because the novel's too long for the movie they were making so some things had to be cut – and to be fair I have no idea how I would get the whole novel into a movie of this length either – but I can't deny it doesn't suffer for losing that back half. LSW is the story of how Yata and Fushimi met and then how they broke apart, and the movie to me feels like it's building towards a resolution that doesn't happen. In that sense starting the movie with the Homra installation rather than S4 might have worked better, restructuring the source material so it's more focused around how the two of them became friends and joined Homra with only the hovering specter of future betrayal at the end.

-Similarly, as far as dropped plot threads go, I liked seeing Aya animated but she feels somewhat... extraneous in the movie as it is. Her presence is mainly necessary for kickstarting the airship plot but as the movie stands that's it, and her arc feels rushed with a lot of pointless moments – having her be at the surprise party, for example, but not having her attack Fushimi and then cutting out the two of them speaking at Niki's funeral and Aya talking about being Fushimi's enemy, all of which ultimately makes her appearance there in the movie be without any real payoff. It also means her final interaction in the movie is with Yata rather than Fushimi, even though her character is more of a foil for Fushimi than Yata and her relationship with him more complex.

-Other things they cut I didn't like: no anthill? Seeing babu Saru with the rubix cube was fine enough and I do think the movie made it pretty clear that Fushimi was being abused, but the anthill is so essential to Fushimi's worldview that I feel losing it downplays some of his trauma a bit. As sad as poor upset Fushimi's face was when Niki destroyed the rubix cube it really doesn't carry the punch that this image does:

-Also this was a weakness in the novel too but once again, Yata gets really shafted by LSW. In the novel he at least has some presence in the first part of the novel but the movie completely removes everything about feeling left out of his family and even the part where he finds out his 'friends' hate him is a lot more downplayed than in the novel. A lot of what we see of Yata feels like it's from Fushimi's view, all those dazzling smiles, and it's wonderful from that perspective but I wish we'd gotten a little more of Yata's inner life here.

-On the good end, I am glad we at least got what we did of animated LSW. Middle school Yata is an utter gem of adorableness and I am so thankful to have him. The voice acting was also really great, Fukujun and Mamo knocked it out of the part (best in show probably goes to Mamo's 'Yataaa' during the scene where he's sick in bed, that was absolutely precious). Niki was complete trash in just the right way and I think the movie did a good job in conveying the dread and fear Fushimi feels towards him. If I had to rank adaptations I would probably put the anime last after the manga and the stage play but it's still a good watch and I'm looking forward to actually being able to, y'know, watch a nice legal stream with subs and then actually be able to buy it on disc some time in the next decade whenever Viz finally stops being jerks and give people who can't go running across the country to random cons on half a week's notice a chance to watch.

#k project #Sarumi #Talking K #episode review #okay it's not really an episode per se but just for tagging purposes #I haven't done one of these in a while this was fun #please don't ask me where to watch the less than legal stream it's in the tag if you look #no judging those who watched it tho Viz has given us little choice #seriously just put up a legal US stream already you bastards at least announce a date for it or something #throw us a bone here

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peacefulwriter88 · 6 years

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Bad Habit - Part 2

Lance Tucker x PoC

Warnings: M for Mature (This is just pure, genuine, unnecessary SMUT. No logic nor reason for it. Just SMUT for the sake of these two characters getting it on and feelings, lots and lots of those)

A/N: I have become obsessed with getting this right. Everything in my writing life has gone on hiatus so this is what it’s going to be for right now. Hope this second part does it justice! Also – E – Enjoy and TOLD YOU I would make you have a smidge of compassion for Lance!

Also – thoughts on making this a series? Kinda obsessed with this imperfect perfect version of Tucker I just created

I would greatly appreciate it if you could leave a comment and let me know!

Read Part 1

You’re different. He could sense it the minute you were in the kitchen, lining up shots and shooting him sassy remarks. The Y/N he knew was quiet, timid, shy – pensive and thoughtful and way too kind. He had watched people run over you and his sister for years in high school, Xavier and him trying to step in where they could but both knowing that it was a lost cost once you hit puberty and girls got their claws out.

That wasn’t who was standing in front of him today. No – the woman who he was carrying to his childhood bedroom was different. You were confident, care-free, bold – no longer afraid to speak your mind or call him out for his bull shit. It was shocking, seeing you in this light, but it was invigorating, exciting him as his mouth captured yours, claiming yours slowly as you wrapped your arms around him, sighing into the kiss.

You had become something he didn’t think he’d ever be able to measure up to.

His room seemed smaller in contrast to the luxury suite he woke up to everyday in his L.A. home, and he walks you to the bed too quickly, nearly tripping as you both fall onto his mattress. You both pull away in laughter, still tipsy off of tequila and cheap beer as you rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him.

He’s always liked your eyes, liked the roundness to them, the way your eyelashes curled against them as you silently betrayed your thoughts. Your eyes were like wishing wells, pools that typically captured your feelings though you never voiced them to him and he was left guessing what was running behind them. You watch him now, your lips twitching into a small smile as you whisper out,

“What you thinking in that empty head of yours Tucker?”

It’s a small joke – one you had started when you were eight and he had made you cry because of some silly comment he had made. You combated back that there was nothing behind his brain because he was an athlete - a dumb empty shell replacing his brain. Though he had proven to you over time that he liked reading the same books as you, had enjoyed science class as much as you and got equally high marks in his high school courses, you hadn’t let up on the joke.

By the time you both had neared graduation he had found it endearing. Its why he smiles, bending down and capturing your mouth, lips molding with ease with yours as he mutters against them,

“Just thinking about how much I missed looking at your beautiful face.”

You smile against him as your hands wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you as your legs wrap around his torso. Your closer this time, far closer than the first time he had pulled you to his body, and his erection bumps against your center, your leggings damp and he groans as he drags his lips away from yours, his mouth starting a slow trail down your jaw, toward your neck.

You give a contented hum as your run your hands through his hair while his hands move to your waist, gripping the thick fabric of your sweater and starting to tug it upwards.

“Getting a bit hot in here, wouldn’t you agree?” he mutters against your skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh and you give a slight nod as he slowly trails the material upwards, brushing past your breast as he pulls away long enough to yank the fabric over your head.

You give a relieved sigh as you look up at him as he leans back, watching you. Your hair was sprawled out now, in disarray from the sudden disturbance and your eyes were hooded, watching him with carefully as you bit down on your bottom lip thoughtfully.

“Eye for an eye Tucker,” you groan pointing at his chest. “Time to get rid of the shirt.”

He gives a devilish smile – large and full of wickedness as he pulls at the hem of his shirt, drawing the light material over his head, throwing it off to the side. You sit up a bit, taking in his body, your eyes hungrily raking over him and it’s the first time that he feels naked – truly vulnerable as you scrutinize him. He had been an athlete all his life – all 34 years of it minus a minor gap from infancy – and he was used to people, women in particular, gaping at his physical form. He knew that his toned arms paired with a firm chest and defined abs was exactly what women lusted over but very rarely saw in person. He took pride in it – the way he took care of his body and the reaction he could pull from women.

But with you it was different.

He became very aware of the flaws he had, the deep scar on his left shoulder from the time he tore a ligament. The fact that he forgot to shave, sparse black hairs sprinkling down his torso down to his pants. The tattoo he had gotten when he was 21 – drunk for the first time since had seen you – and wanting to do something drastic to mark the Olympic gold he had just won.

He became self-conscious as your eyes stopped at the area, before your drawing them back to his own and he knows you can read his uncertainty. You were always aware when he became self-conscious, falling within himself, getting nastier with the outer world to temper the internal battle going on in his brain. You lean up toward him, your legs now straddling either side of his own as your hands fall on either side of his waist, your eye contact never breaking. You place a tender kiss a bit below his navel and he grunts, his hand automatically moving toward your head as you nuzzle his torso.

“Lance Tucker you’re pure perfection. Even with this ridiculous tattoo plastered against your perfect Greek form of a body. And today, even if it’s only for a few hours, you’re all mine.”

You’re words are tender, as you grip his waist, your mouth placing a line of soft kisses closer to his growing erection. He gives a soft gasp before he stops you, cupping your face as he looks down at you,

“I’ve always belonged to you. Even if I didn’t know how to show it.”

Your eyes are tender, something animalistic snapping within them as he pushes you back onto the bed, his mouth finding yours again. His kiss changes – demanding and in control as his hands finds the back of your bra, easily snapping the clips as he drags his mouth lower, pulling your bra off along with them.

“These fucking breast,” he mumbles as he moves lower, his hands cupping each of your breast, massaging the fatty tissue. “They’ve only gotten better with time. Fuck. I’m going to be dreaming about these for months.”

His mouth was leaving a trail of dark, bruising love bites as he mutters against your skin, slowly making his way toward his goal. You’re nearly soaking, your smell was infiltrating the room and he grunts as he finally finds his goal, his tongue swirling around your left nipple before he tries to take as much of your sensitive flesh into his mouth. You moan, arching into him as he sucks you tenderly, his tongue teasingly licking at your hardened stub with patience as he ruts against his mattress, desperate as he gives a grateful sigh of pleasure. He pulls away from his target with a pop when you pull at his hair, your hands getting tangled as you looked down at him, irises lust blown and he gives a devilishly smile as he slowly kisses his way to your other breast.

“Don’t worry baby. I didn’t forget.” He whispers, his mouth playfully nipping at your nipple as his he keeps his eyes on you. You arch, letting out a loud moan that ripples to his cock and he grunts as he takes your breast in your mouth, giving it the same attention he had given its twin. You don’t last as long as you had when he had first attacked your left boob, this time tugging his hair harder than before while whispering,

“C’mon Lance…”

He loved when you were at his mercy, whining and begging for him. it made him weak to his soul – wanting needing to pleasure you.

“What do you need baby girl?” he whispers as he kisses down your stomach, his eyes still on you and you whine, tipping your hips up as you say,

“I need you to touch me.”

The further down he went, the stronger your scent infiltrated him and he’s flooded with memories. The way you had been the first time he went down on you, eating you out in the bathroom of your basement while Lily naively watched a movie in the other room. The way you had looked when he had finished with you, wiping at his chin as you looked at him in a blissed out state, finally giving in to the fact that you liked him.

Seemed so long ago and yet it felt like yesterday.

He finds his mark by the time he makes it to your cunt, the material soaked with your desire and he hisses, sucking in his breath as he presses his nose into your clothed center. You yelp, sitting up as he nuzzles your sensitive area and your voice is broken as you pull at his hair again, your eyes desperate.

“Lance, please…”

He smiles, his hands going for the band in your thick leggings before dragging them down, catching the light material of your thong and he makes quick work to throw it over his shoulder. He draws you lower down on the bed so he can sit on his knees, before grabbing your thighs and pressing them open.

Fuck.

Sex was great and all. He loved the feeling of fucking a tight, wet pussy any day of the week like any other heterosexual man.

But he absolutely lived for eating pussy. Loved the way it felt to have his tongue soaked in a center, thighs closing in around his head as his finger flicked at that special button that had women screaming his name. Or sucking the special bud while his finger fucked the shit out of a woman, taking in her taste. But of all the pussy he could eat, any day of the week, yours was the one he missed. The one he thought of when he was drunkenly going down on strangers.

You had the perfect pussy. Even now, watching it as your desire dripped down your thighs, soaking his comforter he could feel his erection pulling at his jeans, waiting desperately for release. He groans as he his index finger pulls a soft trail from your anus, equally wet all the way to your clit and you moan, wantonly bending off the bed as he tsks, shaking his head.

“Damn baby girl. You’re all worked up. Is this all for me? Do I get you this wet?” he plays with your clit, watching the way you throw back your head as you gasp out

“Fuck shit yes…all for you Lance baby.”

He groans, pulling his hand from your clit before he dives in, head first, his tongue making a long strip from your ass all the way up to your center. You’re shaking already, moans filling the room as he mumbles against you,

“Relax darling – I’m going to take good care of you.” Before his tongue is finding your center and you yell, your hands gripping the sheets as you scream out,

“Oh shit.”

He loved the way you tasted. Sweet and bitter and husky – a tango of flavor that he would gladly add to his diet any day of the week. He takes his time as he laps at you, his tongue trying to hit every nerve in your pussy’s walls and your weak, your thighs trembling as he throws them with ease over his shoulders. He drinks at you, laps at you like he’s a man of thirst, taking his time before a free hand finds your clit, that special bundle of nerves that is absolutely swollen with desire and he teasingly swipes.

“FUCK!” your voice is loud as he feels you sit up, your hand finding his hair and he gives a grunt of approval as he dives deeper, this angle giving him more access as his other hand pulls you to his face, hungry as his tongue takes in your flavor. He fills you shimmy your hips and feels the pre-cum dripping out of his cock – cuz goddamn if it’s not the hottest thing to imagine the way you look fucking his face – and grunts in approval as his hand slowly starts to play with you clit.

“That’s right baby girl. Fuck my face.” He mutters in your center and you oblige, moving your hips faster as he goes to town with your clit, peering up at you as you look down at him with desire.

He has to look away, look between the bridge of your nose because he knows he’ll cum by thy hooded way you are watching him, your eyes inked with desire, mouth slightly ajar as you move your hips with practiced ease. Your breasts bouncing with the movement and he groans as he laps at you faster, moving his thumb quicker as he fills the first rush of your orgasm fill his mouth.

“Oh baby…” he whispers, drinking you in as you fall back, your hands still tangled in his hair as you slowly roll your hips against him and he pulls you deeper, needing more. Wanting to make you cum so hard you can’t see anything but the image of him fucking you and he moves his mouth to your clit, sticking two fingers in your swollen hole and he groans.

Fuck you were tight.

“How long has someone neglected this tight pussy baby girl? How many times has a man neglected to give you what I can?” he whispers and you groan, moving your hips weakly now as you whisper out,

“Too goddamn long Lance.”

Never again. He wouldn’t allow that to happen ever again.

He sticks another finger in and you scream as he moves them with practice precession, moving faster as his mouth sucks on you harder, revealing in the way you sound. He can feel your walls flutter around him, knows your so close and he bites down on your bundle of nerves and your hand grips his hair so tight he feels like he might lost a tuft of his prided locks as you yell out his name.

And then his chest is flooded with you.

He had never known you to be a squirter but as you shake under him his mouth instinctively moves to your chest, revealing in your flavor as wave after wave of pleasure enters its itself into his mouth. He groans in desire, his erection nearly breaking and he quickly undoes his belt, pulling down the zipper to massage the tight muscle, moist from the pre-cum that’s been steadily leaking out of him

Fuck he wasn’t going to last.

Your blissful state takes over when your grip around his head loosens, trying to desperately push you away and he obliges, sitting back on his heel as he watches you. Your swollen lips tugged into a smile, your body twitching as you give a long sigh.

“Goddamn Lance…when did you get so fucking good at eating pussy?” you finally whisper and he laughs as he places a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

“Probably when you became a squirter. When did that happen?” he asks and you chuckle, shaking your head, trying desperately to sit up. You give up after a few seconds, falling back into the cushions.

“Today. In this moment. Because of that goddamn tongue of yours.”

Your eyes are still closed and he slowly starts to kiss his way back up to you, pulling his pants down along with the movement.

“Think you can go another round?” he whispers when he makes it to your ear and you chuckle, shaking your head as you look up at him.

“Give me like…five minutes.”

He chuckles as he ghosts over his lips, not sure how you felt about kissing after cunnilingus. You watch, your eyes taking in his face before he asks,

“What?”

“You just got all this stuff on your face,” you lean up to him, taking his bottom lip and sucking on it before realizing it with a pop. He groans as you whisper, “delicious.”

“Fuck Y/N.” he pulls away from you, sitting up and moving away from the bed and you watch him as he grabs his desk chair. He turns it, facing it toward you before he sits down, watching you carefully. His erection is at full attention, swollen and bobbing toward his stomach ever so often. You turn your head, watching him carefully before asking,

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting.” He grips his cock in his hand, taking the taut muscle, slowly moving it up and down. You moan, biting your lip and shaking your head.

“Fuck for what?” You finally whisper and he sighs as he spread his legs, leaning them out as his hands swipes at his tip, watching you carefully before he uses the moisture to continue to massage the muscle.

“For you to be ready.”

You groan as you watch him, your hand moving down your body and he feels his breath hitch as you whisper,

“I’m ready now.”

He shakes his head, moving his hand slower, trying to contain busting a nut as your hand finds your clit.

“You sure,” he bites his lip and you give a low, sensual moan as you move your hips. “You weren’t a minute ago.”

“Fuck Tucker, come and fuck this pussy before I take it back.”

He growls, getting up with lightning speed before his mouth finds yours, rutting you up the bed as he growls into your mouth.

“That’s right baby girl. I want you begging for my cock,” his tip circles your entrance, already wet and waiting and he groans as he laves at your tongue, “Remember who this pussy belongs to.”

You moan, pawing at him as he slowly enters you. You were tight, probably too damn tight for his cock but you urge him on as he watches you, your eyes watering. He stops when he bottoms out and you give a contented sigh, falling back on the pillow.

“Just been a while, you know. Two years….” You say the last part lowly and he bends down, kissing you. Your tongue is saturated with your flavor and he gives a content moan as he whispers,

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again. Just relax baby girl – I’ll take care of you.”

You nod as he pulls out of you, before slamming into you again and you moan, your hips moving against him, adjusting to him.

“I know. Fuck me Lance.”

It’s all the urging he needs as he moves his hips against you, pulling away far enough to watch you as your eyes close tight, your nails biting into his back as you moan out his name. You were filling, completing him and his mind is numbed with the thought of you. The way you smiled at him the first time he asked you out on a date, pulling him toward a roller coaster he was too prideful to admit he was absolutely terrified of riding. The way you sat with him all night when he first found out that he was competitive enough to make the Olympic team, and what that meant for his family – him and his education. His future. The way you tasted when he had first kissed you. The way it felt the first time you made love, resting on your chest as you pulled him to your chest afterwards, the both of you placing content kisses on the other. How loud you had screamed when he had stolen his moms car to drive to the high school, interrupting your science class to tell you he made the Olympic team. The immense sense of pride he had felt when he won both his first gold and then silver – but how it had meant nothing.

Meant nothing because you weren’t there.

He bends down and kisses you, suddenly needing you close as he ruts his hips into you faster, harder, and you moan into his mouth, your grip tighter. He knows you’ll leave marks but he doesn’t care because he needs you.

He just fucking needs you.

He pulls back enough to sit back, staying in you as he pulls you up with him.

“Ride me baby girl. Ride this cock – it belongs to you.”

You’re a goddess, biting your lip as you adjust yourself, moving your hips as you grip onto his shoulders. He watches you, his hands squeezing into your hips as you ride him, your eye contact never breaking and he knows he’s not going to last. It’s been too long, he’s missed you and he can feel the way your muscles contract around him, fluttering and he groans as he cups your face.

“I love you Y/N. Love you so damn much and don’t know if I’m capable of giving you what you deserve. But that doesn’t matter because I rather try and fail, every day, if it means being able to love you.”

The realization hits him hard, shame, guilt, love and grief feeling him and the emotion tears through his body.

Goddamn he was a fucking mess. But it didn’t matter because he knew, in that moment, how much he loved you.

You grip his face, your hips moving faster as you whisper out,

“My heart has always belonged to you Lance. And that has always scared the shit out of me.”

You both break as he cums in you and he takes a hand to quickly move to your clit, moving it with rapid speed so you can match him in his happiness. You wait out, your walls tightening around him as you roll your head back and he howls, placing his head in the safety of your breast as you fall back. His hands capture you, his hips stuttering against you as he spills himself into you, a vice like grip on you as he follows you backwards and you sigh as you wrap yourself around him.

It’s only a few minutes before your whispering out,

“You bring out my bad habits Tucker. You fucked me again without a condemn.”

He chuckles against your skin before he nips you.

“Well you have two options. I can buy you a Plan B, or you can finally carry that baby I’ve been fantasizing about.”

You swat at him, shaking your head though the smile on your face doesn’t shift.

“Let’s not get a head of ourselves Tucker. We gotta survive the week before we can even think about having babies.”

His mind strays, distracted as he thinks back to one of the conversations that he had with him mom, nearly a month ago. She had gone out to visit him in L.A., and he had been cooking dinner, mindless scrolling through her phone while burgers cooked slowly on his expensive gas grill. He was looking at your Instagram photos because he was too much of a wimp to add you himself and he could only get updates via his mom. Surely a sign of a true loser.

“You could just tell her you miss her and stop being a chicken shit. I don’t think she’d be as against it as she would’ve been in the past.”

Ruth snaps him out of his thoughts as he turned toward her.

“I couldn’t – I….” he frowns. “I fucked up. I told her to get rid of the one thing we’ve both always wanted.”

Ruth snickers, shaking her head as she takes a seat across from him on his balcony’s table. She has a beer in her hand as she shrugs,

“You were both young. You make mistakes. You know, even though she tries to act like she hates you – she asks about you all the time. Gives me advice to tell you about staying fit, how to deal with your injury. She loves you Lance and take it from someone who threw that shit away from money and a comfortable lifestyle – love like that comes one in a million.”

Lance sighs as he checks on the burgers, before closing it and shaking his head.

“You’re telling me this because you’re my mother.”

“And as your mother I know a stubborn son of a bitch when I see one. You’re like your father in that way. Just promise me. At some point in your life – you’ll reach out to her. Even if you’re both one fucking fall away from death – promise you’ll reach out to her and tell her that you love her. Because all I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy. And despite all the medals you’ve won – the glam, the money – I know she’s the only thing that’s made you truly happy.”

He closes his eyes, before turning and looking into ocean blue eyes that mirrored his own. She was the only person who could put him in a situation like this.

“I promise mother – for you. I promise.”

“You still there?” you whisper, your hands rake through his hair in slow, contentment. He nods as he places a kiss against your breast, a few inches from your heart.

“I love you Y/N. You don’t have to believe me – don’t even have to respond. But I love you. And that’s all I want you to know.”

Your hand clenches in his hair and he’s sure you’re not going to respond back to him before he hears a faint whisper.

“I love you too Lance. Always have – always will.”

He smiles, content as he shifts in the bed, rolling to pull you to his chest. You wrap your arms around him before you both steadily fall asleep in the others arms. You can’t catch the way the sun pierces through the window, the threatening snow storm passing over the town as the soft rays bites through the cloudy gloom over your bodies.

A silent kiss of approval – Ruth’s last goodbye.

A/N: Holy shit guys that literally yanked at all the strings in my soul. Please leave a comment if you liked this! it really helps to know - especially for a story I genuinely take pride in!

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Dan and Arin can't help teasing their sexy new co-worker Vernon, though they might be surprised by the fact that he can give as much as he gets.

Vernon wasn't really sure how he had gotten to this particular point in his life. It was the middle of a workday; he should be nose-deep in paperwork and planning, and yet here he was, bent over a desk, basically begging his boss to smack his ass. Although a typical workday at the Grumps office was already more than a little unconventional, this was ridiculous.

It had really started when Arin jokingly snapped a picture of Vernon's ass with a goofy grin and a thumbs up and posted it to Instagram. Vernon had turned beet red when Arin showed him the picture, and he had almost fainted when he saw that the likes and shares on the picture numbered nearly in the thousands. Part of him was a little mortified at the strong response to the picture, but another part found it kind of gratifying. He knew he was in pretty good physical shape, and all that biking had done wonders in making his butt look nice. He generally tried hard not to let any physical features determine how he felt about himself (a lifetime of teasing about his dorky glasses made him wary about putting too much stock in his looks), but a few hundred comments along the lines of 'he THICC' and 'lemme smash' could do wonders for a man's self-esteem. So the fact that he started wearing shorter and tighter shorts around the office wasn't all that surprising, as much as he tried to convince himself it was just happenstance. Urban Outfitters had a sale last week, he reminded himself. It's got nothing to do with wanting anyone to look at my ass. What was pretty surprising was the response he got from his co-workers. He figured Arin had just been messing around and trying to get a good reaction when he took that picture; Arin's sense of comedy often involved blurring the lines of heterosexuality, and Vernon had a hard time knowing when the jokes stopped and real interest began. He started to realize there might be more to Arin's teasing one day when he was bent over his desk, mind lost in a maze of numbers and trying his best to coordinate opposing schedules. He was almost startled when he heard a rustling behind him and saw Arin staring at him, eyes dilated and lips parted. The air was heavy with something Vernon couldn't place yet, and his heart started thudding hard against his chest. Vernon laughed to try and drive away the sudden tension he felt. “See anything you like?” Arin nodded slightly, a wicked smile curving his mouth. Vernon wasn't sure what would've happened next, but a shrill call from the other room broke what had been building between the two men.

“Yo asshole, you got those Lucky Charms or do I have to get 'em myself?”

Arin laughed. “I'm sorry, Daniel, let me just bring them to you on a gold-plated platter like the princess you are!” Dan's squeaky laughter from the other room made Arin break into a grin before he strode past Vernon on his way to the kitchen. He turned back to his work, although all thoughts of planning and analyzing had been suddenly driven from his mind. That was definitely not just another one of Arin's jokes; he'd been looking at Vernon like he was his next meal and he hadn't eaten in days. He realized in a dim way that it wasn't a terribly appropriate way to look at one of your employees, but it hadn't made him feel uncomfortable or scared; it made him feel...powerful. Important. Adored. He'd always had a bit of a praise and flattery kink, and the thought of Arin sinking to his knees and kissing the space between his thighs and working his way up was more than enough to drive him crazy. As these thoughts ran through his mind, making him giddy and nervous, Dan waltzed up to Vernon and peered over his shoulder.

“Whatcha doing?”

Vernon giggled. “Uh, you know, coordinating...stuff. Punching numbers. You wouldn't understand.”

Dan scoffed in mock affront. “Oh, I'm so sorry, Mister Numbers-Guy. Didn't realize we had a genius on our hands.” They shared a smile and Vernon relaxed a little; at least with Dan, he didn't have to worry about any potentially problematic feelings or desires. “Well, keep up the good work, big guy.” Dan finished his sentence with a light smack to Vernon's ass and a cheeky wink and bounced away to find Arin. Vernon found the wind knocked out of him once again. Okay, so maybe there were two things to worry about.

Three days later, after many late-night musings (and more masturbation sessions than he could count), Vernon had come to a decision. Yes, it was true that having sex with one or more of your co-workers was something that could result in problems down the line. Yes, this was probably the best job he'd had in years and he hesitated to do anyone that could jeopardize it. Most importantly, it was true that if he didn't at least try to sleep with Dan and Arin, the squandered potential would haunt him for the rest of his damn life. So he had called an impromptu meeting between himself, Dan, and Arin to bring things out in the open and hopefully bring the teasing and frustration to a conclusion one way or another. The two men sat together on the couch, closer than was probably necessary, and were looking at Vernon worriedly. He stood before them and took a deep breath before beginning. “So listen, guys--”

“Look, man.” Dan suddenly interjected. “If this is about me smacking your ass the other day, and staring at it a bunch for a lot of days before that, then I'm really sorry. We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and we won't do it again.”

Vernon cocked an eyebrow. “We?”

“Yeah, me and A-me and...um, Ross. You know how inappropriate he can get.”

“Huh. Funny, I've never seen him staring at my ass, or taking a picture and putting it online.”

Danny sighed, turning slightly to Arin. “Sorry man, he's got me there.” Arin grimaced and opened his mouth for what was sure to be a heartfelt apology, but Vernon held up a hand to stop him.

“Guys, really, I'm not mad. That's not what this is about.”

“So what's it about, then?” asked Arin.

“Well, you know, I, uh...” Of course this was the moment his confidence would choose to falter. After a long and painful moment, Arin interjected.

“Vernon, do you think that Dan and I are hot?”

“Um...” he smiled gratefully and nodded. “Yeah. Like, I'm pretty sure you guys want to have sex with me, and I have not stopped picturing it for like, days now.”

Dan sighed with relief. “Oh, my god, dude. Arin and I have been talking about it for weeks. Like, you've got such a tight little ass, and...” Dan stopped and made hesitant eye contact with Vernon, who smiled. “Go on.”

Dan grinned viciously. “You've got a tight little ass that I would love to just...” He coiled slowly off the couch and approached Vernon. “Love to get my hands on.” He cautiously but sultrily moved towards the other man, wrapping his arms around his upper body and drawing him close. They shared a heated look before Dan began kissing Vernon; as their kissing grew more heated, his hands made their way to the aforementioned ass and began squeezing gently. Vernon moaned into Dan's mouth and began rocking himself against Dan's lithe body; his mouth moved down to Dan's throat and began searching for a spot that would make Dan melt. Once he found it (just above the collarbone), he began sucking at it until a red bruise began to form.

“Oh, fuck,” Dan breathed into Vernon's ear; his hands began to shift forward toward Vernon's crotch and he whimpered as Dan started rubbing gently through the fabric. Vernon was already leaking, and in a few moments he was fully hard and had to bite his lip to stop himself from begging, begging Dan to unzip and start stroking him. He seemed to be able to read Vernon's mind anyways, because his deft fingers soon found their way into Vernon's pants, and his sinewy hand began slowly, teasingly pumping his shaft. Vernon was already so overwhelmed, he couldn't possibly think of anything else that would make this better, until he heard Dan's low voice utter, “Get over here, big cat.” Yes, he would very much like it if Arin came over and started playing with his ass; he had almost forgotten him in all the excitement. When he turned to look at Arin, though, he seemed almost...sad. Like a kid who's been forgotten on the edge of the playground while everyone else runs off to play with the new toy. Arin was almost totally curled in on himself, but he managed to peer up at Dan, eyes wide and shining. “Are you sure, babe?” he mewled. Dan pulled away from Vernon (an act which made every cell in his body scream in protest) and strode quickly over to Arin, taking him in his arms.

“Of course, Arin. Why wouldn't I want us to do this together?”

Arin looked pitifully up at him, though the clouds seemed to be clearing from his brow. “You seemed like you were having fun without me...”

Dan scoffed and looked at Arin as if he were just being silly. “Come on, now. Who's my special guy?” Arin couldn't resist Dan's charms for too long, and soon he was giggling like a kid while Dan crooned loving words into his ear. Vernon couldn't help but smile at this sweet display but his neglected erection began to demand attention after a short while.

“Uh guys, should I, like, go...or?”

Dan jumped as if bitten when he remembered Vernon had been standing there. “Oh fuck, I'm sorry, Vern. It's just, you know, Arin and I have never...shared anyone before. And yeah, we thought about it, and we probably would have asked you if you hadn't brought it up first, but it just took us by surprise. It's a big step, and...I'm just fucking rambling now and you probably just want to get off, huh?”

Vernon laughed. “I want you both, dummy. Get over here and do what you've wanted to do for weeks now.” He bent himself over a nearby desk and thrust his ass out tantalizingly; god, he really hope no one else walked in here right now. He was rewarded for his patience when a firm, meaty hand slapped him hard, making him cry out. He felt a dribble of pre-cum leak out of his cock and a dim part of him hoped that Arin had left a big red mark on his ass. “Dan, if you don't get over here quick Arin and I are gonna have fun without you.” Arin slapped his ass again, hard enough to leave a throbbing sensation. “You're a cheeky little shit, Vern. Dan, you know what we do with the mouthy ones, right?”

“Oh yeah, I know exactly what to do with this one.” Dan strode over, all swagger and intimidation, and Vernon fought the urge to make another bratty remark; he could feel the conscious part of his brain being pushed aside, and an urge to let himself become their plaything took over his entire mind.

“What do you do with naughty boys like me?”

Dan smiled, pulling off his belt in a quick motion. “You're about to find that out, aren't you?” He pulled his belt from both ends until it made a snapping sound, then he bent to tie Vernon's wrists together. Dan made steady eye contact with him as he did so, wanting to make sure it wasn't too much; he nodded as Dan cinched the belt around his wrists tight enough to hold him in place. Vernon began moaning as Arin started licking him from behind, starting from his taint and working his way up to the tight pink hole. He nearly screamed when Arin's tongue worked its way inside, going deeper until Vernon cried out, fireworks shooting behind his eyes. He noticed that he had come without even being touched, but this was beyond pleasure now; he was filled with the need to satisfy the two men, to be used and fucked as much as they liked. Dan began to caress his hair, then grabbed it at the roots and brought their faces close together. “You want me to fuck that dirty little mouth, baby?” Vernon could only nod helplessly; Dan grabbed his upper arms and pulled Vernon off the desk and onto the ground. Arin had started working a finger into Vernon's ass, accompanied by some kind of lube that Arin must have been carrying with him; god, they'd been planning this, hadn't they? Vernon cried out again as Arin pumped a finger, then two fingers, in and out of his ass; Dan's hard cock was suddenly a millimeter from his mouth, and he began sucking hungrily at the head, making Dan sigh with pleasure. His cock miraculously grew hard again as the two men fucked his holes; he moaned through a mouthful of cock as Arin squeezed his ass, muttering about how good he felt inside him. After a few minutes, both of them could only yell curse words as they came, Dan on Vernon's face and Arin on his asscheek. Vernon smiled, licking the pearly semen off his lips before he felt his arms buckle; Dan moved quickly and caught him before he could fall to the ground. He sighed as he lay his head in Dan's lap; Dan began stroking his hair, telling him how good he had done and how amazing he was. Arin took Vernon in his mouth and finished him off; Arin swallowed the last drop of Vernon's cum and Dan leaned forward, kissing Arin lovingly until they lay in a heap with Vernon cuddled between them. He smiled and mused that this was more than likely the most memorable job experience he'd ever have in his life.

#polygrumps #shipgrumps #egobang #spicybang #egovern #egospicybang

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elecman108 · 4 years

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I need to scream into the void so ignore this post.

I’m sick and tired of people being like, “oh, you did a thing for me how wonderful” one second and then like, “oh, you didn’t do this thing I expressly said would be nice if you were able to do it? you’re a peice of shit for not doing this thing” the next. And like, telling me I can’t enjoy the things I enjoy doing because they’re in the area or whatever.

Like, I want to play Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled on the TV. You can move to another room of the damn house and sit elsewhere. Nothing is forcing you to sit here and watch my game. You can also just ignore the screen and read. I mean, you tell me as much when I’m trying to study and the TV’s on, right?

I’m terrified of playing a completely innocent game made for a charity livestream where its just a very good space 80s aesthetic because I’m terrified that if you see Space Furries you’ll yell at me for playing something awful, because once I was watching a funny Markiplier video and you asked me who Markiplier was and why I was watching ‘some strange man do something strange’ when all he was doing was playing FNAF VR.

If I don’t play the game you expressly want me to play that I expressly don’t own but instead play another game of the same vein however it’s a spinoff based on the gameplay of another series, you get upset with me about it. Like, I enjoy playing Cadence of Hyrule. It’s a fun game. I love rythmn games. Don’t like it? There are other seats in the house. Not everyone can drop 90$ in an instant to buy a game so you can watch it played on the TV again despite the fact you not only watched the entire Breath of the Wild game and sidequests and Koroks but also get mad when I mention wanting to learn how to speedrun the game using glitches.

And on the same line as glitches, I can easily glitch Link to the Past because I speedrun it on my own time and play Randomizers. Both speedrunning and Randomizers you hate because it’s not ‘playing the game right’. So what if I can beat a video game that I know the location of every chest and each weapon that can damage the bosses in less than ten minutes? So what if I know how crenando’s boss battle works and can 100% crash the game consistently within, give or take, fifteen minutes of starting the game?

When you’re sick, I have to put up with doing next to everything you do when you’re not sick. Dishes, food prep, figuring out what we need for groceries, and on top of all that, I have College. I have a social life. I have a mental health obligation to play a couple hours of Video Games to relax every day or I’ll get very antsy and weird for a while and I can’t figure out a fresh new way to fix myself so you can put up with me without doing that. I can’t manage all that shit all at once. I have a sibling. You can delegate jobs to my sibling too. Just because I happen to be younger and readily available a room over doesn’t mean you can rely on me for everything.

Just because you claim I’m a cis heterosexual female doesn’t mean you can rely on me for everything. As a gender-non-conforming lesbian terrified of you, that doesn’t mean you can rely on me. Just because I’m terrified that if I do anything wrong you’ll tear me a new one doesn’t mean you can rely on me. Just because I spent three years convincing you I had allergies to SOMETHING and you kept saying because you ‘exposed me to all these things’ when I was little that it was impossible I had allergies despite recently getting an appointment with an allergist informing me I have alllergies doesn’t mean you can rely on me. Just because I have to buy some things I need for college and health on my own bank account doesn’t mean you can rely on me. Just because I’m me doesn’t mean you can rely on me.

I have a moral obligation to myself to take care of myself and keep myelf at the level of a functioning adult, and you seem to have made it your personal job to make my life a living terror-filled hell whenever I can’t do what you demand of me because of things out of my control. I’m still terrified of talking to my doctor about my mental health because one time several years ago when the prior doctor asked about it you were in the room and said I was fine. You claim to know everything, but I have so many academic papers that say otherwise. Just because you think you know everything doesn’t mean you can belittle me.

I know I can’t say any of this to your face because I’m terrified you’ll throw me out and I know you won’t listen to me anyway. I know your side of the family and you yourself hate the LGBTQ+ community except for that -one uncle- you bring up when I try to point out your bigotry and as someone firmly within that catagory I’m terrified of you. I know I have some allies in the family, but my sibling who lives in the house with you and my uncle who lives across the country can’t do anything.

The only people I can trust are my sibling and my handful of friends who live far, far away from you. I’m trying to get a job as quickly as possible so I can move out and get the hell away from you. I feel like my mental health will improve significantly without you constantly at home when I get there, ready to judge my every move. I’m fine with a 60% on something. It’s a pass. You hate anything below an 80%.

So when I give you 120% of my available time and all you give me is 40%, why are you mad at me when I can’t give you an extra 5%?

Why do you claim I ‘don’t love you’ when I can’t push my mental health any further to the limit without drastic reprocussions that I’ve already been experiencing for the past several years?

It’s not me who’s the problem here. It’s you. You don’t have the coping mechanisms to help you be a functional person in this household so you take it out on me and my sibling.

You made me hate the winter holidays, and even saying ‘Christmas’ puts a vile taste in my mouth.

You made me terrified to speak my mind or the facts because you’re always right.

You made me scared to step back and push boundaries to my comfort levels because you couldn’t do it yourself so I had to throw myself out there for you, and thanks to that I can’t trust certain types of people properly.

You destroyed me, and all I got out of it was pain and suffering that I can’t even voice because you say it’s not there because you’re always right.

You claim to know my tastes and what I like, but I remembered the last time I shared something I loved with you, you called my favourite Pokemon Gengar ugly and disgusting, and my favourite plush Foxy horrifying and pointless. I can’t share that I want these outfit parts to cosplay my favourite charcter Pinstripe because I know you’ll call him a bad role modle and disgusting. I know I can’t share that my Bonnie costume needs a revamp and I need these parts for it because if I share with you the source material for your ideas, you’ll call him horrible and stupid. I know if I share a common interest with you over the steampunk aesthetic, you’ll shout over me and belittle my ideas unless they fit your image of what it is. I know if I share anything with you, you’ll call me stupid and a disappointment.

I can’t even escape you when I’m here, where you’ll never find me.

So why do I care so much?

Because you claimed to care so long ago, and now I keep hoping that you still do, when even I know now that you clearly don’t.

And don’t lie to me and say you do.

Because actions speak louder than words, and your actions are telling.

If you bothered to scroll through this wall of text, I’m fine now that I’ve spewed everything out. Well, not fine. But better. And that’s all I can really hope for until I can get out of this toxic hellhole that is my life at the present time.

Because people tell me it gets better, I’m gonna keep fighting life until it does.

#venting #the disappointment speaks

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magpiewritingthing · 5 years

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the hush moment

Story: silent hill: lullaby (working title)

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Summary: The library’s open. There’s no-one else around. They hope.

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Warnings: mentioned/implied attempted sexual assault with a lesbophobic lean, other lesbophobia & homophobia mentioned/implied/referenced (as well as compulsory heterosexuality/heteronormativity), suicide mentioned --- i tried to keep at least most of these implicit rather than explicit (except for the suicide warning, which is more of a hypothetical scenario explicitly stated, but still)

Other notes: A snippet of something I have in the works (read: my brain, not yet on paper or electronic words)

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The fog tastes like a jacuzzi electrical fire’s smoke, like when she was twelve and the neighbours had gone on vacation to the Bahamas or something and had apparently left their outdoor kit running. Mom had panicked like a fluttery bat when she had to call the fire brigade. Now, the taste coats the insides of Lucy’s cheeks, her gums and teeth seemingly slathered with the thickness of it, like she’d walked right up to the fire and stuck her tongue out, all madwoman.

She’s trying to run away from it. Cillian mentioned a library somewhere in town but she's got no fucking clue where it is, hasn’t even got a map, and she’s just running fuelled by pure panic and a will to live, a need to stay sane. (There’s no such thing as monsters, my silly-billy.) No such thing as a man who keeps walking even after setting himself on fire and started to chase her, laughing with outstretched hands and his fly undone. No chants of come back baby, come back baby, come back baby. Pretty girl, birthing hips, find yourself a good man to marry and have lots of little grandchildren for Mommy. Spoil them little bastards rotten, spoil them to death in the crib, spoil them spoil them spoil them while Lucy hangs herself in the attic of the neat little with the pretty little garden with the white picket fence while Husband is at Work, working for the Money. Another housewife dead, how sad.

Lucy’s still running even though it hurts, even though she wants to collapse and cry herself to sleep and wake up at home in Chicago in her and her mom’s apartment and Mom’s coming around to the idea of a lesbian for a daughter instead of a birthing machine to carry on the genetic line. Yeah, she’d like to just take it easy instead of running with lungs short of air, panicking for a library when she has no idea what it looks like.

“LUCY!”

A familiar voice, shouting from her left. A howl turning into a scream from behind (how far behind? safe? going to die?). She trips over her own feet. How so like a shitty horror movie protagonist! Honestly! Her hands are skinned by asphalt, her jeans scuff at the knees. A familiar pale and freckled hand, then arm helps her up, the stinging sudden and unwelcome in her palms and knees. Try not to think about how else it might’ve turned out, but she thinks it anyway, her breath coming in staccato hiccups. Panic.

Cillian looks like he’s been strung and kept together by wire, any muscle lean and spare against his otherwise lanky frame, and his limp in his left leg doesn't help matters either, not when he needs to be able to outpace whatever’s after him (and there is something after him, as there is something after her). Lucy’s still surprised when he’s able to pick her up in a fireman’s carry, and hurries into that godforsaken motherfucking library that she must’ve passed at least twice. Or maybe not at all, because everything in this shithole of a town looks shuttered up and brickworked all the same. And no-one would answer, no doors would yield, everywhere seemingly abandoned under the thick taste of ashy fog. She spits once Cillian slams the doors shut (silly-billy might hear that and kill me and fuck me, we’re dead, oh god, oh god, shut up be quiet, oh god), the taste making her retch.

“Lucy?” His tone is hushed now as he comes near, one hand on the loosely-attached flashlight and walkie-talkie. “Oh god, Lu, you alright?”

She shook her head and swatted at him, still spitting gobbets of what looks like black ash onto the brown-orange tiled floor. He backs off with a sharp inhale, and probably a pinched pair of eyebrows. She wonders if he knows something about this town, and decides an interrogation would do no good -- this town is Hell, she’s sure, and it’d only work to destroy them both if she took a side against her only ally (when did he get downgraded from a friend?). She only pays half of her attention to where Cillian steps away to as she spits out the last of the black and now-inky residue. At least it’s not white. Lucy almost cries at the thought. Cry-laughter, almost, but the panic’s left her numb, left her legs aching from the running.

Cillian returns with a plastic cup full of clear water; she half-remembers the repeated fills-and-empties from what must be a nearby water fountain, and notices that the water appears clear. Thankful for at least the illusion of untouched water, she gulps it down, swishing it around her mouth and teeth and gums.

“Something happened to you down there.” An educated guess barely disguised as a question, Cillian’s tone deflated like a popped balloon. She nods. He doesn’t ask any more, even with his equally burning need to know what the fuck is going on, the same as her own. No, an interrogation would do no good, but sharing what they know might. But only after they’ve recovered some, after Lucy shakes off the tremors and the want to cry and curl up into a fetal position.

“There’s nothing in here.” Right now, he means, because it’s just a matter of time. “And I’ve got a couple things we can use to defend ourselves.” She hopes he’s still got that axe -- all metal, no wood, should stand a chance so long as he doesn’t lose it. “And some more food and water.” He sounds panicked himself -- barely, like it’s fraying the edges of his voice. “And... and...”

When she looks up, finally, she sees that he’s looking at the noticeboard in the foyer where they still are. Or, rather, staring beyond it. Like he’s lost, his mouth seeming to move, but only a clicking coming out.

Her voice is still hoarse, timid. “Cillian?”

Like a broken spell, he comes back, surprise on his face, then irritation at the twinge in his leg because he’s been standing for too long. He plonks back down on one of the foyer’s benches, kneading at the epicentre of the pain in his leg. “I was just trying to think,” he says, as if to assure her that he wasn’t sinking more than he was continuing his thought, “if I had anything else, but my brain’s coming up empty right now.” Then, “Oh, actually -- I saw a girl before.”

“A girl?”

“Yeah, like twelve, I think. Yeah, she said she was nearly thirteen.” A sudden thought seemed to cross his mind, then apparent dismissal; it worries her. “I think she was... her name was Diletta, I think. Dark brown hair, dark-- I think she had dark eyes--”

“I haven’t seen her.”

“No?” Worry is plain and concrete on his face. “She-- she saw something, said the ‘monster’ was trying to get her.”

“She might be OK.” Lucy thinks it might just be another of the town’s puppets. But she might be wrong, and being wrong might cost them both.

“Maybe.” Cillian doesn’t sound convinced.

She needs a little help off the floor, her hands and knees (don’t think about it, but do think about it) still stinging, and he still needs a moment to make sure the pain isn’t going to come back and bite him at the most inopportune moment, and both head towards the computer booths where Cillian’s held the food, water, and weapons. Bread, mostly, and snack bars he must’ve devastated a vending machine for; the all-metal axe, a wooden bat, a heavy-looking wrench, and a police officer’s pistol with additional ammo set aside. She doesn’t ask.

When he slumps down into a seat (it seems the least painful way for him to sit down, instead of ‘taking it easy’), she asks, “Did anything happen to you?” Lucy is starkly aware of her half-looming over him and the table, and takes note of the way he does not look her in the eyes, the way he hesitates then bites into a slice of bread. Avoidance. She understands, but they need to understand what’s at play in this Hell of a town.

“Cillian--”

“Please.” His voice is meek. Begging for his life.

She wonders if it was anything like hers (like William).

#mine #my writing #mw: silent hill #mw: rp related #wc: 1000 – 2000 #story: silent hill: lullaby #ch: lucy milne #ch: cillian o'malley #nsft

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