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jungkxook · 4 years

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—moonstruck. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: werewolf!taehyung au / arranged marriage au / smut with a sprinkle of fluff

⟶ words: 7,421

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: in hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted” and the only way to save you is to be mated with taehyung. whatever that means.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, first time (virgin!taehyung), clumsy sex, soft and gentle sex, sort of rough sex, all the sex, cunnilingus, riding, hair pulling, knotting, buckets of cum, biting kink, slight impregnation kink, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: first fic back after a long hiatus and i’m suddenly v nervous to post this!! also this is shamelessly and 100% inspired by an episode of the show outlander (to be exact, the wedding episode). i couldn’t help myself!!

“Are you serious right now?”

In hindsight, being friends with a pack of werewolves and, thus, suddenly being thrown into a world of supernatural furries and other inhuman beings isn’t something you would recommend but it was too late to back out now, especially when you consider the fact that apparently you’re now being “hunted.” Whatever that means.

Had you heard yourself speak a year ago before meeting Taehyung and having your life turned upside down, you would have surely thought you were insane, and you would have definitely thought Taehyung is insane, and the rest of his friends who are, subsequently, now yours ━ each of whom are all currently splayed out before you in Namjoon’s spacious country-side home with similar grave looks staring back at you.

“Dead serious,” Hoseok takes the liberty of breaking the odd silence saturating the kitchen. He’s made it a point to be on time for once, which you consider great and all if it wasn’t basically to dispute your current death sentence. “Always thought Jaebum’s pack were sons of bitches ━ glad to know it’s still true.”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi scolds. “Be a little more compassionate.”

“Am I wrong?” Hoseok refutes.

From off to the side, Jimin pushes himself forward with a frustrated groan, shaking his head. “Tae, I told you this was a dumb fucking idea ━ bringing Y/N into the pack━”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” Taehyung protests hotly. He’s leaning against the wall somewhere behind you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown darkening his face.

“How could you not think this would happen?” Jungkook retorts bitterly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“She’s a human,” Jungkook says. “Jaebum wants her gone, but if he were to get his hands on her, then who knows what could happen━”

“I said shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung snarls, an odd vehement tone dripping from his every word that is out of the place for the usually tranquil boy. Jungkook’s mouth clamps shut at once, though you suspect it’s not to do with defeat more so than because he’s the newest addition to the pack and, while Namjoon is their leader (or Alpha, as you’ve heard being thrown around before), Taehyung was something of a second-in-command. You could only imagine the consequences of crossing either Namjoon or Taehyung within the pack.

“Hold on a second,” You try to sputter for air, lungs wheezing. Your mind has since been spinning, struggling to keep up. At first you thought they were joking when they had told you, but now you were beginning to understand the severity at the very least. “I’m being hunted? Why?”

Now, Namjoon looks from Taehyung, then to you, and back again. Taehyung hesitates to answer at first, and Jungkook scowls. “Well, tell her, Tae. You dragged her into this mess. She deserves to hear it from you.”

As you twist in your seat to look up at Taehyung, your eyes locking briefly with his, the boy grimaces and then has to look away. He takes a deep breath before responding. “Okay, look. You know that pack I told you about? Jaebum’s?”

You nod, though the memory is vague. You’ve heard the name in passing before, but you could only gather that there was some sort of animosity between his and Taehyung’s pack.

“He found out about you, and I don’t know how,” Taehyung explains. “And now he wants you gone, and he’ll do anything to see it through.”

You blink once, dumbfounded. Terrified, even. Taehyung can certainly hear it in your voice and it makes him flinch again, as if being striked across the face. “Why?”

“Because you’re not one of us,” Taehyung says. “Because you’re human. When I first told you about us, I was risking everything. It’s uncommon for one of us to bring a human into the pack just because, and often even frowned upon. There’s a fear you’ll expose us to the human world or the hunters. Jaebum’s threatening to start war if we don’t deal with this situation ourselves.”

It’s only then that the dread begins to creep upon you, chilling you to the bone. “Deal with it… how?”

“The ultimatum is either kill you ourselves, or give you over to Jaebum to deal with, as a sort of peace offering,” Namjoon says carefully.

“Which probably also results in death,” Hoseok points out morbidly.

Jin scoffs. “Or worse.”

“Is there any option that doesn’t result in death?” You ask warily. At this, the group falls silent once more.

“Well, there is one.” Namjoon glances fleetingly around at his brethren, then sighs. “You become one of us.”

“I━” You stammer, face suddenly hot. “You mean, like, a werewolf?”

“I mean, a wedding.”

“A wedding?” You gasp. “How is that going to save me?”

“Not a wedding like you think,” Namjoon says. “More of a bonding. A handfasting. Right now, as a human, you’re vulnerable and exposed. We have no claim over you. But if you become one of us ━ without being turned ━ then Jaebum shouldn’t be able to touch you.”

Slowly, you begin to piece together the fragment of your dilemma. “Marry who?”

A beat of silence passes amongst the group in which time you spot Namjoon nod in the direction of Taehyung’s figure beyond you, a wordless yet clear gesture. Suddenly, a stubborn warmth of a blush pinches at your cheeks. You wonder if they can notice, if Taehyung can notice. You start, “Taehyung━?”

“He offered to be the one,” Namjoon says. “And Jaebum knows Taehyung’s role in the pack. If he knows you’re mated to Tae, Jaebum would be absolutely insane to try and come for you. It’s the only way, Y/N, and it ensures your safety.”

“Marrying Taehyung?” You ask shrilly, voice dangerously thin. “How is marrying Taehyung going to ensure my safety?”

“It’s not just a marriage,” Jimin explains.

But of course you already know this, werewolf laws a strange and intricate jumble of rules that you’ve long since grown accustomed to. When he speaks next, you already know it’s much more than a marriage; and, when he speaks next, you fear you’ve already had your fate decided for you.

“It’s not just a marriage,” Namjoon repeats, matter-of-fact, “because we’re making you Taehyung’s mate.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

You try not to think about it. Admittedly, marrying your friend who you have only known for a year isn’t something you had been expecting. But, as Namjoon had explained it, it wasn’t necessarily a legal unification between you and Taehyung, though you suppose it’s as valid now as any marriage with the ritualistic handfasting ceremony making it official. That, and you favoured living to see another day instead of becoming a werewolf’s next meal or ripped to shreds by one.

Only a day after your conversation with the boys of Taehyung’s pack, you’ve come to your ultimate decision which has led you to where you are now, returning to Namjoon’s home for a wedding. Your wedding. You hadn’t very long to decide your own fate anyway, with the boys grimly warning you it was now or never. But you trust them, despite this crazed ludicrous situation you find yourself in ━ and you trust Taehyung more than anything, your friendship with him having quickly blossomed into something so sincerely profound over the year that you’ve known him.

If you’re being honest, Namjoon’s pack had at least made an effort for the occasion because despite how unconventional it is, it was still a celebration. A celebration for your marriage, and a celebration for their hopeful victory over Jaebum. Still, the underlying threat of the evening remains, made more prevalent by the fact that it was required to invite at least another pack (of which you’ve met the leader, Jisoo, a handful of times before) as witnesses. It’s a simple ceremony too, quaint and cute if you weren’t clinging to life. You had made it a point to dress up, digging a pretty white dress from the depths of your closet with flowing butterfly-like sleeves; Taehyung had forgone a suit but was still handsomely dressed too, leaving you to feel like less of an idiot. Namjoon had officiated it, standing before you and Taehyung as you held one another’s hand, wrapped delicately in ribbon, listening to the vows being proclaimed that talked about true love, and the passion and yearning involved.

When the handfasting finally draws to a close, you’re shoved into a room alone with Taehyung for a moment of privacy by Hoseok, who can be heard quipping wolfishly, “Get it over with quick!” before vanishing behind the closed door. You wager he’s left to join with the rest of the festivities outside where, no doubt, every werewolf is currently drinking themselves blind.

Finally alone with Taehyung, a saturated silence fills the air that has you wringing your hands anxiously in front of you. You sit on the edge of the bed in the center of the room. “What other choice was there, Tae?”

Taehyung takes a moment to respond, and even he knows the thought is a useless one when it crosses his mind before voicing it aloud. “We could have ran away.”

“How far would we get?” You sigh. Still, the sorrow earnest in his voice and riddling his face is enough to make you look up at him sympathetically. “I’m no use to you if Jaebum or someone worse finds us by ourselves. Besides, the boys need you.”

“No, you need me,” Taehyung insists. “Jungkook’s right. I dragged you and the pack into this mess. It’s my responsibility to fix this.”

He drags his feet towards the bed, then flops down onto his back on the mattress. A troubled groan punctuates the air, and you sneak a glance behind you to see him rubbing warily at his eyes.

You decide now would be the best time to ask the one question that has been on your mind since the night before when you were sitting in Namjoon’s kitchen to discuss Jaebum’s scorn. “Is that why… Is that why you offered to be my mate?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admits meekly. “Sort of. Think we’d all rather it be me than Joon, anyway.”

You don’t argue with this. The reasons as to why it had to be Taehyung satisfied you well enough. That, and aside from having befriended the pack over the months, you’re much closer to Taehyung than you are with the others.

“So…” You trail off, clearing your throat. At this point, you’re simply speaking for the sake of filling the void. “What now?”

Taehyung shrugs. He looks around the room. “Nothing.”

“Well, what did Hoseok mean just now? Get what over with?”

“Erm━” Taehyung opens his mouth, as if preparing to explain, then decides otherwise. “It’s nothing.”

“Taehyung, we literally just got married and you’re already keeping secrets from me,” You retort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he insists. “It’s just that… Well…” He sits up from the bed, meeting your curious gaze. “This was essentially a mating, and every mating needs to be seen through to the end to be considered valid. The pack can tell when it’s… uh… done.”

Oh.

Now it hits you. It’s the way he awkwardly trails off, hand ruffling through his long locks, that has you immediately understanding what he’s trying to imply. You gawk upward at him. “Are you asking me to sleep with you?”

Suddenly, Taehyung looks flustered and he shakes his head frantically. “I mean, they expect it, but I would never force it on you.” Then, he straightens up, as if captivated by a newfound confidence. The smallest of smirks dances upon his lips that you don’t miss. “Besides, I never said it had to be between you and me. As long as they can sense it, I’d say your hand would do just fine instead ━ but you have all night for that.”

“Oh my god.”

The smirk widens into a devious look now. “You said you wanted honesty.”

As he dissolves into a fit of stifled chuckles, you scowl but you wager it’s mostly an attempt to hide the frazzled look on your face. Then, hurrying to change the topic, ask, “Is every mating like that then?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. “If two mates want to stay together forever, they complete the process with marking, usually by a bite. It strengthens the mating bond.”

Taehyung notices you squirm in your spot, crossing your knee over the other and squeezing your thighs together. He can sense you’re uncomfortable, understandably with your current situation, but can’t quite pinpoint what else seems to make you sit so rigidly.

“What was it like for you?” He decides to ask. “The handfasting?”

The question takes you by surprise, though his sincere intrigue makes you smile smally to yourself. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before, but it was… It was nice.” You think back to nearly an hour ago, and the way Taehyung had looked standing before you. While you were marrying him out of necessity, there was something candidly beautiful about the entire ceremony. At the very least, you were glad it had been with Taehyung of all people. “Can I be honest with you, Tae?”

“Of course,” Taehyung says. “At this point, you can pretty much tell me anything. Don’t think anything’s as shocking as coming out as a werewolf.”

An innocent giggle bubbles at your throat. Suddenly, you look sheepish. “I might have had one too many glasses of wine before coming.”

“Ah.” Despite the interested hum of noise, he looks genuinely entertained. “So you’re drunk?”

“Not quite. Pleasantly buzzed,” You say. “Well, can you blame me? The occasion called for it considering a bunch of wolves want to kill me and I’m being arranged into a marriage.”

“So you don’t remember anything about your own wedding?”

You pull a face, though Taehyung gathers it’s because of the blunt mention of the word. “I do. Just… not all of it. Some things are clearer than others, but I think that’s mostly because I was nervous.”

“I remember every moment,” Taehyung muses thoughtfully. “I remember seeing you there, in your dress, and everything felt right despite it all.” His stare hardens in that moment, as if probed by the harsh reminder of the reasoning behind the night in the first place. “You know I’ll do anything to keep you safe, right? We haven’t had time to sit back and talk it over but you really do mean the world to me.”

A muffled groan eclipses your lips. You dig the heels of your palms against your eyes as you bemoan, “Don’t say those kinds of things, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because… Because…” Your eyes shoot open, though suddenly you refuse to meet his curious wandering gaze.

But Taehyung doesn’t even need you to finish your thought. You wonder if it’s one of the many keen abilities possessed by these shapeshifters or if it’s simply a Taehyung thing, being that he’s quickly become one of your closest friends over the year that you’ve known him.

“You’re still nervous,” he hums as delicately as possible. It’s not an accusation, but a simple fact of the matter. He pushes himself to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, leaving an appropriate amount of space between the two of you. “Are you nervous because of me?”

“No.”

“That’s a lie,” Taehyung snorts. When you don’t respond immediately, a small inkling of a doubt makes him question apprehensively, “Are you scared of me then? I wouldn’t blame you, especially after everything that’s been going on━”

“What?” You finally turn to look at him, a look of incredulousness contorting your face. “No! No, I’m not scared of you, Tae. I could never be scared of you.” You don’t dare turn to face him, instead keeping your eyes fixed on your hands as you continue. “You make me nervous, but not in a bad way. Does that make any sense?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it does.” When you chance a look at him, you find him smiling softly to himself. “It’s the same way I felt when I saw you earlier tonight.”

Your heart quickens in pace against your chest, and you’re almost positive he can surely hear it. Now, you finally lift your timid stare to meet his pensive look, and you have to bite back the smile that threatens to form on your face. He looks distracted, though not in a way where his mind is elsewhere entirely; instead, he seems besotted, dark eyes shimmering gently, and there’s a palpable shift of energy in the atmosphere.

Without even realizing it, the pair of you begin to gravitate towards one another, leaning in close enough to shorten the distance between the two of you. You pause, lingering near enough to feel his warm breath fanning against your neck. He can’t help himself, and reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers along your shoulder to the base of your throat, sending chills down your spine. His hand comes to rest against your neck, fingers stretching outward to cradle the back of your head. He guides you toward him this time, closer and closer.

“Taehyung…” You whisper.

He stops at once, clamps his mouth shut and squeezes his eyes closed. His restraint seems to be not without labour, judging by the sobering small shake of his head, and the way he leans his forehead against yours, tendons in his jaw fluttering as he clenches his teeth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He’s startled when you’re the one that moves first, catching his lips onto yours. He’s unmoving at first, basking in the feel and taste of your mouth smoothing over his. It’s slow, steady, but then he’s craning his neck to deepen the kiss and something feverish overtakes the both of you. You clamber onto his lap at once, swinging one leg over his and settling back onto him, your dress bunching up at your thighs. He’s taken aback for a moment, though his hands instinctively come to grip at your waist and you try not to focus on how large and warm they feel, burning against the material of your dress. In fact, every inch of him radiates a thermal energy that is both comforting and excites you. You chase his lips, yearning for another kiss, but he hesitates at the last moment, jerking his head away. He doesn’t move very far at first, then he drops his head into the crook of your neck. His nose burrows against the base of your throat, his lips brushing against your skin as he moves along your neck to your shoulder, then back again. You can tell he’s holding himself back, not quite allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy you.

“You said we have all night, didn’t you?” You rasp. “So why not start now?”

“I also said it didn’t have to be between you and me if you didn’t want it to be.” Taehyung finds his voice at long last, however hoarse it may be. You’re already driving him crazy, just by your smell alone. “Are you sure? You said you wanted honesty, so be honest with me, Y/N. Don’t just say it’s because it has to be done. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“Well, don’t you want this?” You question.

“Fuck, yes.” He groans against your neck. Something feral seems to stir within him, and you can feel his canines bare against your skin. “But only if you do.”

You aren’t quite sure what seems to possess you all of a sudden. He’s intoxicating, you think. Your hands tug at his hair now, desperation wearing your own voice thin. “Yes, Tae. Please. I want you inside me so badly.”

Finally, he presses his mouth against your throat, tonguing hot open-mouthed kisses there. His grip tightens around your waist, tugging you harder against him, and the feeling of him growing harder against your inner thigh in a matter of seconds has you both enraptured by a newfound heated ferocity.

Grasping at a moment of clarity, you ask meekly, “Isn’t this your first time?”

“Is it that obvious?”

You want to tell him anything but, the way his hands and lips move across you an indicator of that. “I thought you wolves are all about sex. Don’t you, like, go into heat or something?”

It’s a feeble attempt at a snarky joke, judging by the way your lips unfurl into a languid smirk. “Typically. But I never wanted sex for the sake of fucking. The boys make fun of me all the time for it.”

You snicker, but the delightful noise is lost in a simper as he continues to kiss upward to the underside of your jaw. He grips tightly at your waist and moves, shifting the two of you around, until your back is splayed out on the edge of the bed and he’s hovering directly over you.

“Taehyung…” He grunts in response, though you don’t blame him for not responding. The way his cock bulges against your core now, the way you press your hips up into his instinctively, is enough to drive you insane, let alone the boy. Still, you manage to rasp, “Tae, just don’t bite me. Promise me.”

“I won’t,” he assures, though now he certainly seems preoccupied. He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring, and whines aloud, “God, I can already smell you. So fucking good.”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as his hips dig harshly into yours in a way that makes you aware of what his words seem to mean. Slick arousal already begins to form between your legs, pooling into a mess on your underwear that has you squirming beneath him. The thought of him being able to smell you makes your face heat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He kisses down to your collarbones, then, without warning, flips you over at once. Rough hands grasp at your waist, pulling you to your knees and your ass off the edge of the bed. As he fumbles to tear your panties from your hips, then lifts the skirt of your dress up with one hand, he hurries to undo his belt and the button of his pants with the other.

“Wait, Tae━” You gasp. Before he can push himself into you, you heave yourself up with your hands and twist just enough to place your palm above his waist on his abdomen, stopping him in his place. “What are you doing?”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, brows creasing with concern. “Isn’t this how it’s done? I’m not totally helpless.”

You bite back your abrupt grin, swallowing your amusement when you realize he’s genuinely confused. It’s hard to grasp how he can look so innocent even despite his leaking cock still in his hand. “Well, yeah, but not always.”

“I just thought it was like how dogs go at it, y’know?” Taehyung says. “The guys all seem to say so anyway.”

You can’t help it now when this newfound information has you keeling over with laughter. You’re fortunate he doesn’t seem offended by your delight, instead grinning sheepishly to himself as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

“What?” he asks promptly, and then as if to nudge you back to reality, tightens his grip on your waist and yanks you towards him gingerly. Pressing his front flush against your back, he catches your ear lobe between his teeth and nibbles on it.

“Then I feel sorry for their mates,” You manage to choke out. “It’s not bad, but I want to be able to see you the first time around. It’s better that way. More intimate.”

You squirm out from beneath him, turning to face him properly. Still sprawled out before him, you prop yourself up on your elbow and then reach out with your other hand to grab at his face and pull him down to you.

“Noted,” he hums into your mouth. “Anything else I should know?”

“Nothing that I can think of at the moment,” You admit, though maybe that’s simply because your mind is spinning at the sight of his length.

He’s much, much bigger than you imagined, tip irritated and swollen red already, glistening with precum as he swipes his palm over himself a handful of times. You hike your dress up further around your waist as he guides himself towards you.

“Stop me if it hurts,” he says.

You nod, though you trust him well enough to know he’ll treat you right in the best way possible. As he pushes the tip of his length against your folds and into you, your reactions are almost immediate. He ceases above you, face scrunching up at the feeling of your slickness around him. You notice his furrowed brows, the way he bares his teeth. A guttural growl sounds deep within his chest that has you shuddering in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet. You take me so well, baby. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Don’t care,” You whimper. “Just wanna feel you.”

He pushes himself in further, slowly and carefully, inch-by-inch, in just a way that has the both of you feeling how he stretches you open every single step of the way. You wonder how much further you can go until he’s stopping, bottoming out within you. He sputters for air, collapsing against your chest entirely as you fall back onto the bed. He waits just enough for you to adjust to the girth of his weight in you, then rolls his hips into yours. Then again, and again, until he’s grinding into you with such measured and deep strokes that you melt beneath him entirely. You kick your legs up to wrap around his waist, head lolling back at the feeling of his mouth sucking against your throat.

“I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off then into an abrupt cry. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum━”

He’s quick to dissolve into shambles, grunting and moaning every time you clench around him and every thrust of his hips. Just when you think you’ve lost yourself to the moment, he cums much faster than you thought and entirely unexpected for him too, in hot waves that have you still writhing beneath him. When he’s spent, his weight falls slack against you, crushing you beneath him but in a comforting manner. It’s silently peaceful for a few moments as he settles, heart thundering in his chest and against yours. Your fingers smooth over his sweaty long locks, scratching at his head. Then━

“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” he mutters wretchedly.

“Not terrible,” You confess. “What was that? Three minutes, top? For your first time, I’m honestly surprised you lasted more than a minute.”

“Fuck off.” His fingers poke at your sides teasingly as you burst out into laughter. He lifts his head to meet yours, perhaps a little embarrassed. “Don’t tell the guys. They’ll never let me live it down.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You hum, tracing your finger down to his lips. “We can practice whenever you want. I’ll make you into a lover so good, you’ll want me to brag to them.”

“Practice, huh?” His eyes sparkle mischievously. He pulls himself from your core and you hiss at the sudden loss, tugging at his chest as if to keep him close to you but he seems to have other plans. “Why stop now?”

You watch him curiously. “Easy there, boy. Don’t wear yourself out.”

“Well, I have to make it up to you,” he points out. “Especially on your wedding night. It’s only fair. What kind of lousy mate would I be to call it a night without having you cum on my face?”

“Romantic.” You roll your eyes but you marvel at the way you had shuddered at the word only moments ago and now, under such a different circumstance, the way he utters it makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Is this the first time you’ve eaten a girl out?”

“I said I was a virgin,” he says. Your eyes stay trained on the boy as he shifts himself further down your body to wedge himself between your thighs, throwing one leg over his shoulder. He kisses at your navel, then down to your core. He takes his time as he reaches out with his fingers to swipe at your folds, admiring the way his cum leaks from you; then, with his forefinger, he wipes at a stray bead of his arousal and pushes it back into your cunt slowly. The simple action is enough to have your back arching off the bed, hands flying out to brace yourself by gripping at his hair. “I never said I didn’t know how to please a woman elsewhere.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Gladly.”

He sinks lower to your core and out of sight, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the way. His finger never once leaves its spot within you, and instead is joined by another that spreads you wide in absence of his cock.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus on anything other than your beautiful cunt?” he asks, voice low and sultry. “From the moment I could smell you, I wanted a taste.”

His tongue probes against your clit, the wet muscle a sudden startle that has you slackening against him. He flicks it back and forth, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves and sucking hard. A moan threatens to fall from your lips but an intrusive thought crossing your mind has you swallowing it with much difficulty.

“Can’t the boys hear us from down there?” You ask. You wonder how the celebration for your “wedding” has unfolded over the night without you or Taehyung there, or if they even notice your prolonged absence.

“No.” His voice is a deep mumble, rattling you from your core outward. “We learn how to tune out sounds nearby unless we really want to pay attention. The new ones struggle a bit, though.”

He curls his fingers inside you, stretching them upward. You pant, “Isn’t Jungkook still new?”

You can feel his smirk unfurling against you even before he pokes his head up to look at you with devious, hooded eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a hazing process.”

You hardly have time to register the thought, though it doesn’t matter much. You’re far too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung is making you feel to even care. He drops his mouth from your clit to your folds, tongue swirling against your aching core. He laps at your cunt like a mangy dog as his fingers continue to work within you. The further he burrows into you, the harder his nose digs against your clit and sends you over the edge. You try to hold on just a little longer but your core is already achingly sensitive from when his length had made it home.

“Cum for me,” he murmurs. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me taste you.”

Fingers twisting in his hair, he growls roughly against you, basking in the way you mewl and moan his name. Time seems to blur and, before you know it, you’ve reached your high. You’re embarrassingly wet, soaking his chin and nose which glistens with a mixture of yours and his arousal. Taehyung doesn’t hold back, instead licking you clean of every last drop, a muffled moan of content emitting from him.

“So good,” he says. “All mine.”

When he finally pulls away from you, he licks at his lips as if not quite finished with your every taste. From where he sits, you’re an entire mess, brows scrunched in concentration, teeth tugging at your lower lip. Needy hands yank at his hair and he obliges, kissing his way up your body to meet your mouth. His tongue pokes through to lav at your lips and wedges itself beyond, and you suck delightfully at the taste of you and him mingling on it. His own hands caress your body, bringing you back down from your high gradually but you can still feel his straining dick against your thigh and it invigorates you even further despite the beginning hints of exhaustion starting to creep upon you.

“Want more,” Taehyung growls with a newfound intensity, catching you off guard. “Need your cunt. M’gonna make it mine. Need to make you mine. Gonna fill you with my cum till you’re bursting with my pups, how does that sound?”

Mind spinning, you nod eagerly at the thought. Your words form in the shape of a moan. “Yes, please.”

“Gotta get this dress off first,” he mutters, greedy palms wandering up beneath the hem of your dress.

You scurry to obey, helping him slide the dress off your arms and toss it away on the floor. He’s more than pleased to see that you had decided to forgo wearing a bra earlier in the day, and reaches out at once to grasp at your perked breasts in his large palm. He buries his face into your chest, catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He busies himself by marking your chest red with small nibbles until you grow impatient, tugging at the shirt he’s still wearing. He’s quick to oblige, shedding himself of his clothes; then, his nails are digging viciously into your hips as he flips the two of you over with incredible ease.

“Sit on my cock,” he snarls into your ear. “Need to feel you again.”

Legs weak from your past orgasm and the huskiness of his voice, you sidle onto his lap, tossing one thigh over his. He sits up to join you and helps push himself past your folds, though you finish by settling back on his length carefully until you’re filled to the brim. Despite already knowing what to expect from the first time around, you still shudder at the feeling, mouth unhinging as you roll your hips leisurely against his. He hardly strays from your body, instead continuing to kiss between the valley of your breasts and up to the underside of your jaw and back again. Fingers poke and prod at your body as they follow his lips, then grasp at your ass to push you closer to him each time you grind against him.

Just when you begin grinding against him in a new angle that makes you moan into his ear, a sudden noise startles the both of you but only just. It takes you both a moment to register it’s the sound of knocking on the other side of the bedroom door (that you can’t remember if Taehyung had locked, because you certainly hadn’t), followed by Jimin’s familiar voice. “Joon said he wanted us to check in on you!”

Taehyung immediately groans into your neck out of frustration, though you suspect it’s because your pace starts to stutter and not because of his bothersome friends.

“Taehyung,” You bite at your lip in an attempt to hide your moans. You tug at his hair, as if to portray what your words fail to do, but he can hear it plainly riddling your voice. The concern, and the sudden shyness, as if fearing Jimin may walk in. But part of you is thrilled at the thought, and judging by the way your unabashed cry of glee slips from your lips without much hiding is proof of that. “Oh, Tae━”

“Shit,” Taehyung’s muffled grunts of pleasure and the way his hips continue to dig into yours to meet your efforts makes you aware Jimin is the least of his current troubles. “Fucking hell━ Don’t stop.”

“Are you guys okay in there?” Now comes Hoseok’s voice, a little faint but undeniably there. Can they hear you? Do they care? They must know what’s happening beyond the door.

“They’re doing it on purpose. Fucking idiots,” Taehyung snarls as he slams his hips up into yours. A contented whimper falls from your mouth, and you cling to him tighter as you quicken your pace. Taehyung grabs at your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes fixed on him despite wandering to the door. “Look at you fucking yourself on me still even with them listening. Such a good girl, huh? So desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna breed so well.”

You think Hoseok and Jimin give up and leave at some point, though you don’t recall when. Instead, in the next moment, something primitive seems to awaken in Taehyung once more and he’s shoving you onto your back on the bed. Kneeling before you, he pummels his hips into yours again and again until you’re only crying his name.

“Mine. All mine,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

So wearied from your first high, you tumble easily to your second, coming undone in a matter of seconds, spurred on by the lewd wet noises of his length thrusting into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, basking in the sound of your moans. “Fuck━ Let them all know who you belong to━”

But just when you think Taehyung has reached his own orgasm ━ sputtering for air and crescendoing in moans of your names, panting hot breath into your ear as he leans against your chest ━ he doesn’t. His thrusts become desperate and sloppy, bordering on frantic, that the soreness between your legs begins to burn. It’s an amalgamation of stubborn yet bearable pain and something harshly pleasant that has your head lolling back.

“What’s wrong?” You moan, blindly tugging at his hair. “Taehyung?”

“I can’t━” He cries out. “I can’t━ I’m so fucking hard, it hurts. I don’t know what’s wrong━”

Confused yet too tired to keep up, you reach out to smooth your fingers across his back. “It’s okay. Just let go, baby. Cum for me, Tae. Please.”

“I’m trying,” he chokes out. “I just can’t━”

Your mind works in a haze to understand what’s happening, but through it all you’re able to discern one reasonable thought. What had Taehyung said about matings and bonds? Aside from the obvious of sleeping with a mate, he had said that typically certain bonds require marking. But he had also said that marking proved to be almost irreversible, resulting in a connection so close that a pair of mates would be together forever. It was a troublesome concept to think about, especially when considering you didn’t think you were a fit match for Taehyung if only because you’re human.

But is that what he needed? The physical strain he puts himself under now to reach his high is almost unbearable to watch. So, you settle on a whim of a decision and conclude that you won’t think of any consequences until after the fact, only wanting to see the poor boy in relief.

“Tae,” You whisper. “What if you bite me?”

“I won’t,” Taehyung says through gritted teeth. His pace has slowed as he slumps against your chest in nearing defeat. “You told me not to.”

“I don’t care,” You retort. “Just bite me.”

He hesitates, lifting his gaze to look at you. When he sees your earnest zeal, he grimaces as if despising that this is his only option. Still, the look of relief that crosses his face is undeniably there. He presses his mouth against your throat, lips brushing faintly against your flesh as he grazes the smooth expanse for a spot, sharp canines poking against you. You brace yourself for the bite, though the pain isn’t as bad as you had thought. A sharp jolt runs down your spine as he sinks his teeth into your skin, and his reaction is immediate, crumbling into pitiful moans of glory.

“Fuck!” he wails. With one final slam of his hips into yours, he finally reaches his high and it’s unlike anything you have felt before. As if he begins to swell within you, his length pulsates as he cums in you to the point where you can’t help but feel so full. It overflows and leaks from your core and onto the sheets, a sticky mess that lingers even long after he’s done. Your mouth pops open at the foreign feeling, whimpering his name.

“I’m sorry,” he flinches. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

“No,” You manage to say. “It just… It feels so good━”

He sluggishly rides out the rest of his high until you both physically can’t take anymore. When he hears you hiss his name in a soft reminder, he apologizes once more. Then, as the room falls oddly silent, he slumps against you. He lavs his tongue over the fresh mark on your neck, the gentle motion alleviating the sting left behind. As Taehyung settles finally, he shifts his head to look up at you. You note the faint yellow hue lingering in his eyes, fading now.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “We might have to stay like this for a while.”

“Can’t say I’m mad about that,” You croon sleepily. “You better draw me a bath after this.”

He laughs, rubbing gentle circles against your hips. “Of course. I’ll do anything for you.”

You believe him wholeheartedly when he says it, smiling against his mouth when he leans in for a kiss. His tender wandering hands over your body does wonders in calming your shrill heart, the stretch between your legs, and the bite on your neck. He nuzzles his face into your collarbones, the tip of his nose tickling against you. As your fingers rake through his hair and scratch at his head, he mewls in content.

“Is it always like that?” You ask through a stifled yawn. “You had so much energy, I could barely keep up.”

“No,” he admits groggily. “It’s only like that when you’re mated with someone.”

“What does that even mean anyway?” You ask. “To be mated with someone?”

“Well, it’s━ It’s not really a conscious decision. It sort of just happens,” Taehyung says. “It’s a connection. You gravitate towards one another. You can’t live without the other. We call it imprinting. Sometimes you’re mated to a person who doesn’t even want you, but those are rare instances.”

“So we’re the exception?”

“I thought we were,” Taehyung trails off now. He finally lifts his head to look at you, perhaps a little embarrassed. “I━ Well━ All of this, and especially the bite, doesn’t just happen ━ and definitely not with humans.”

“Oh.” You blush now, face warming under the boy’s introspective stare. “So you’re saying we’re…”

“I always thought there was a connection, but I didn’t think it meant this,” Taehyung murmurs to himself. “As crazy as it sounds, I think we were meant to be.”

“So the bite…”

You don’t finish your thought, instead already having pieced it together in your mind. It does sound crazy, but even you have felt it before. A strange connection to Taehyung, far more exceptional than simply having feelings for him. And the bite is what draws it all together, proving his point and your previous speculations about some sort of affection between the two of you.

“Are you starting to regret this now?” Taehyung asks sheepishly, a weak attempt at a joke to what he had asked you earlier in the night.

He braces himself, as if waiting for your outburst of annoyance or anger. To push him off of you and leave forever. But you do neither, instead reaching out to grasp at his face in both of your hands. You delicately lift his head, meeting his docile stare, entirely and utterly bewitched by him.

“No,” You say earnestly. “I couldn’t have asked for a better night.” A smile forms on his face, innocent and ardent in nature. “I’m just wondering how I’ll hide the mark.”

“I think there’s little to hide now after tonight,” Taehyung grins wolfishly. “Especially with the boys.”

He quivers with laughter at the sight of your scowling face and fingers poking at his sides. As he settles, he leans into your ear to hum, “I’ll make it up to you. Everything. Jaebum, the bite, the boys. But I think you should rest now. We’ll deal with all of that later.”

You don’t argue with that. You’ve already begun to fight the beginnings of sleep, eyelids drooping and itching with a need to just close them ━ and with Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, his body emitting a pleasurable heat, you decide there’s no place else you’d rather be, moonstruck and in love.

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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Just a short whump piece I wrote to warm up for something else. Enjoy!

Prompt: a fae creature is trapped in an iron cage.

Warnings: description of injury, burns, near death situations

Basically, now that I know Hyrule can canonically turn into a fairy, he will know no peace from me.

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Hyrule doesn't know how he's gotten here. Or, well, he does know how he's gotten here. He knows every detail by heart of how he's gotten here. He just… doesn't know how he's allowed himself to get here.

He's exhausted. Every inch of his body aches down to his very bones. He's hungry too. Emotionally drained. But he can't do a thing about it. Not when he's as small as a butterfly and about as strong.

Why did he think scouting ahead in his fairy form was a good idea? The day's been peaceful so far, and he shouldn't have tested fate. But… he's been itching to fly. And it's strange, because he knows he's lived most of his life up until fairly recently with his feet firmly on the ground and his head reaching the shoulder of a pony.

Yet ever since he's first flown with wings attached to his back… sometimes when he's his normal self his shoulder blades ache and the world feels claustrophobic.

So yeah, he offered to scout ahead as a fairy. He didn't exactly tell the others that he'd be going in that form… he'd never hear the end of it from Legend… but they probably could tell he was yearning for some space. Hyrule figured that Twilight always went off on his own. Why couldn't he?

And now he's here; fluttering weakly in a metal cage.

He didn't expect to run into a camp of moblins. He tried the best he could to fly away, but one of the damned creatures thought too quickly and snatched an old lantern. It poured the oil, opened the door, and scooped him out of the air. Hyrule only realized the lantern was made of iron when he scrambled for the latch and his hands began to burn.

There's a reason fairies are put in jars. Not that Hyrule would like to be put in one of those either.

His skin burns. The moblin seemed to realize his weakness to the metal and shook him around a bit before hanging the lantern up in their rancid cave, snorting joyfully. They left soon after to celebrate by the bonfire outside, but the damage was done. He's pretty sure there's not a single bit of exposed skin that isn't irritated or blistering. His cheekbones feel tight and his palms are red... His arms and legs look like he's gotten into a fight with stinging nettle.

The worst part is that even with his shoes he cannot rest. The burn of iron still seeps through as if he's as good as naked. The only way he can fully avoid hurting himself is flying in the center of his cage. However, he's small and he's already been flying for hours. His wings are tired, and the tips of each frail and transparent limb are singed a painful brown from them brushing against the cage unintentionally. There's not a lot of room.

He's sure he won't last much longer. His body feels so bruised and battered and his eyesight is starting to blur. The strain of the muscles used to move his wings burn just like the iron. Soon enough, he will blink and not open his eyes, exhausted to the point he passes out and lands on the metal floor below him to sizzle.

How, oh how did he land himself in this one?

He tries to distract himself from the pain. He looks out of the bars of the lantern, fluttering as closely to the small gaps as he dares, and memorizes the room below him. But he quickly grows bored with that, so he hums tunes to himself. But even that gets tiring when his throat starts to demand water.

How much longer will he last? If he falls onto the iron, will it kill him? Or will it just be an endless torture that he can never escape from until he's starved to death?

His eyes droop. His wings stutter. Fear clutches his heart in sharp claws, but there's nothing he can do. He's been trying for so long that his body is deciding to stop for him. He can only hope that once he hits the bottom of the cage, the agony will be enough to give him just enough adrenaline to restart his efforts and keep going for a little while longer.

His wing jolts. His foot touches the bottom and he screams. It's all he can do to lift himself back into the air.

Distantly, he's aware of the moblin's screeching getting louder and agitated. There's... there's fighting out there. The clanging of swords. Human shouting. Voices that are familiar to him.

Hope and terror and fear and joy and a whole mixture of all kinds of emotions swirl in his stomach. His friends. They have come for him.

His wings shutter and fall limply to his back, and as he falls he wonders if they've come too late.

Immediately, his entire world is engulfed by fire. He can't find it in him to move. He's not sure his muscles work anymore. All he can do is gasp and writhe on the floor of the lantern as his skin sizzles. He tries to listen for his friends through his tortured sobs, he tries to watch the entrance of the cave through his tears, but his attention is weak and the pain is strong. He's almost tempted to give into it and let it consume him. Maybe he'll pass out and the pain will stop.

A shadow. A shadow appears in the mouth of the cave. Drawing up the last of his strength, Hyrule crawls to the edge of the lantern and looks through the gaps to get a clearer view.

In walks a familiar head of pink hair below a blue hat. Hyrule has never been more happy to see Legend.

"V-vet-" he whimpers. Legend twitches and looks around the cave with wide eyes.

"Traveler?"

Determination fills his bloodstream, right next to the agony. "Up," he sobs. "Up."

His arms give out and he lands fully on the ground, his head making a dull thunk as it hits the metal. He cannot see if Legend heard him, nor if he knows what Hyrule meant. All he can do is curl up and sob pathetically as the pain doesn't lessen.

He doesn't know how long he stays like that, but somehow he's aware of the world shaking carefully next to the creaking of metallic hinges. His eyes, however, fly open when a soft hand touches his body.

Tender fingers lift him from the bottom of the lantern, and the next thing he knows he's laying in the middle of Legend's cupped palms, the lantern discarded on the ground and the rings he usually wears nowhere to be seen.

He still hurts. He's still hungry. He's still exhausted beyond belief.

Yet, the second Legend brings his hands and Hyrule closer to his chest, making it so he can hear his worried heart, he finally loses consciousness.

"I got you, Rule," Legend whispers. "We found you."

He's safe now. He can sleep. His friends came, and everything will be okay.

#linked universe #hero of hyrule #hero of legend #whump #burn wounds tw #jin writes #ficlet #fanfiction #pls tell me if theres any triggers i missed #i doubt i did but you never know

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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Good Boy

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO

COUPLE SAMMY X READER

RATING SMUT AF

I smiled as I walked thought the empty dark streets of this run down neighborhood. I knew it so well, I knew were I could and couldn't walk and many of the people knew me now. I walked to the little house and spotted the window open, I fixed myself in the windshield of a car parked on the street. I had my little black combat boots, my black and purple striped thigh high socks, my little black dress with the chest cut out, my purple and black bralet hugging me closely, my hair perfect my makeup fine too, my backpack on as usual. I headed to the open window listening to the sounds inside of breathing and occasionally the tiny sounds of flicking he was reading, I could see his flashlights light casgading across his rooms walls. I smirked and climbed in the window he didn't even notice me so I spoke up

"Hey there comic boy" I smirked and he put the light to me jumping out his skin and almost out his bed almost having a heart attack

"Y/n. You scared me half to death you crazy girl. Why didn't you say you where coming over tonight?" He asked clicking his light off hiding his comics away moving down the bed to sit on his knees as close to me as he could get without getting off the bed, in his little light blue and white striped boxer shorts and grey t shirt kneeling with his covers his hands between his legs on the sheets, his hair slightly falling in his eye

"Because then you'd get all excited expecting me" I giggled moving the hair out his face and kissing his sweet lips he happily kissed back almost moaning

"I missed you" he muttered into the kiss so I pulled back and smirked

"Yeah I missed you too Sammy" I smirked pushing him to lay on his bed he smiled giggling to himself a little innocently already getting excited I smirked and climbed over him sitting in his stomach letting him get a good look at me

"You look beautiful" he smiled

"Thank you Sammy," I smiled "just because you compliment me doesn't mean I'll go any easier in you" I whispered kissing down his neck slightly biting when I could

"Ummmm I don't want you to mistress" he groans

"Shhhh" I remind him

"Sorry" he blushed "I can't help it when I…. Feel you against me mistress" he gasps running his hands up and down my back and wait caressing my dress feeling all over me "especially when it's been do long"

"Sammy we had a snuggle in your car just last week"

"I know. But that was just a quickie. I didn't really get my mistress playing with me did I?" He smirked his hands getting more grabby so I pinned his wrists to his pillow beside his head

"That's enough of that Sammy" I smirked kissing down his neck leaving a hiki on his collar bone

"Uughhh mistress!" He groans

"Are your dad and becket home?" I asked as I kissed down his shirt

"No, beckets uhh… out with miss rose. And I don't know where my dad is. Why?"

"So I know how loud your allowed to be."

"I'm sorry, I can't help being loud when… you treat me so good" he smirked as I reached the elastic if his boxers "ummmmm Uuummmm! Y/n!" He groans loudly rolling his head against his pillow already, his hard in already making itself known in his shorts

"What do we say Sammy?"

"Pretty please my mistress" he gasped

"Good boy" I smirked pulling off his boxers to be faced with his rock hard erection

"Hes missed his mistress… so badly"

"Has he now, well you know the rules"

"But- but - please" he whines

"You know the rules Sammy"

"Okay. Of it's all my evil mistress will give me tonight" he whines

"What do we say?"

"Ummmm please, make me cum mistress"

"Good boy. No touching and no screaming" I told him winking at him before moving and kissing his exposed prominent V making sure to stroke my fingers there too, he gasped quickly holding his pillow tightly his cock twitching egar with excitement, I ghosted my hand softly over his shaft which made him moan

"Ughh"

"Shhh" I remind him, stroking his shaft between my fingers, giving the head of his cock a little lick barely even a second

"Uuuughh…"

"Shhh" I remind him again gently squeezing him

"Uuumm… "

"Sammy" I warn

"I- I'm sorry mistress. It just feels so good"

"Quiet or else" I warn him he nodded so I continued to stroke his shaft in my hand watching him biting his mouth trying not to moan I smirked wanting to really be evil moving my hand to his base taking every inch of him in my mouth, he grabbed my hair in shock as I sucked hard.

"Uuuughh! Uuuuhhhhh! Mistress! Mistress!" He screams squirming against his bed

"Sammy!" I warn moving away and crossing my arms as I looked down at him

"What do you want me to do when you do that!" He whines

"I warned you" I giggled getting my tie from my backpack he looked nervous but still excited I tried it around his wrists first keeping the small length between the knots behind his head so he had no way of fighting it, grabbing the other thing I wanted from my backpack he was unhappy but let me do it wrapped it around him and letting him slightly bite on the cloth to gag him and silence his uncontrollable moans. I gave his nose a kiss and returned to having all of him in my mouth, I was filed by the small noises I could hear his groaning and moaning under the gag, his hips moving squirming against the bed, the more I sucked, the more I moved I knew he was close he was practically shaking I loved pulling back and watching him as he suffered in need of me whenever I sucked I made sure to get a noise out of him before I stopped. I pulled back again letting him whine grinding his hips up in desperation I smiled giving him a little kiss as I took the gag away hearing his breathy desperate voice

"Uughhh uuuhhh! Please! Please mistress… I need you, please, please, I promise I'll be a good boy, just finish me mistress. I'm begging you" he whines

"Will you be a good boy?"

"I'll be the best boy ever"

"Alright then Sammy" I giggled pressing kisses up his shaft

"Uughhhhhhhhh… mistress" he gasps so I took his head in my mouth swirling my tongue around him "uuhh ughh! Mistress please I'll-" he groans so I took the rest of him in my mouth moving my head back a forth "ooohh yeah! Yes! Yes! Mistress please I'm gonna cum!" He screams moving his hips uncomfortably to hump my mouth as fast and hard as if he was fucking me "ughh ughhh mistress! MISTRESS! Y/N!" He screamed before collapsing on the bed and his seed filled my mouth I swallowed and licked him clean before tugging his boxers up and laying down in his bed with him nuzzling with his chest as he gasped for breath "I love you y/n"

"Awww love you too Sammy"

".... I really love when you do the mistress act. It. Is. So. Fucking. Hot."

"You think so?" I giggled undoing his hands

"I do, your such a good, evil, sexy mistress"

"Complements don't mean I go easy on you Sammy"

"I know, I like when your rough on me" he smirked giving me a kiss "was I a good boy mistress?"

"Mostly, your getting so noisy. Maybe next time your getting too noisy I should give you a spanking" I smirked and he went white but bit his lip

"Uummmm…. Mistress?"

"Yes Sammy?"

"I've been a bad, bad boy." He groans pulling me on top of him "I've been a bad, bad little boy. I've been such a dirty boy, please mistress, spank me. Show me how bad a little boy I've been"

"Sammy, no. No spanking you like it too much it defeats the point"

"Depends what the point is. To be a punishment it defeats the point, but as a reward it's very good"

"No spanking, you where good" I giggled giving him a little kiss

"But y/n" he whines

"Ohh alright, just one though" I warn him

"Yes!' he smiled excitedly cuddling up in my lap like a kitten so I petted his fluffy hair and have him a hard slap "Uuughhhhh! Mistress!" He groans grinding his half hard erection against my leg

"No grinding Sammy" I warn doing it again but harder

"Uuuuuhhhhhhh! … ummmm mistress" he smirked still doing it biting in his lip hard enjoying himself alot so I did it again

"No grinding Sammy" I warn harsher then before "what do we say?"

"Ummmm I'm sorry mistress I'll be good" he groans

"That's enough spanking for one night Sammy"

"But y/n!" He whines

"Thats enough" I warn pulling his boxers down slapping him as hard as I could on his bare skin

"UUUUGHHHHH!" he screamed his eyes rolling back

"That's enough for one night" I smirked

"Ummm… ummmm… yes" he nods grinding on me a little where he was not rock hard again enjoying the rub on his crotch and the sting of his skin from the slaps

"Yes what?" I growled slapping him again as hard as I could digging my nails in as I touched his flesh

"UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!! YES MISTRESS!" He screamed his voice splintering

"Good boy" I smiled tugging his shorts up for him and pushing him on the bed he happily laid there on his stomach of course gasping as he calmed down a little "I should get home it's getting late" I said getting up and gathering my things getting ready to go home by the time I looked back at him he sat up in his bed surrounded by his covers his hair matted and messy, his hard cock out his shorts I could even see where he pulled his shorts down I could see where his butt was going red from his spanking

"Mistress?"

"Yes Sammy?"

"Please mistress… a bad little boy can't stop touching himself, maybe his mistress should come and ride her bad little boy" he groaned slowly touching himself to me

"You had one. And you got a spanking. You've had more then enough Sammy"

"Please mistress. I promise I'll be good. And I'll make my mistress feel good too" he smirked licking his lips

"Fine," I giggled jumping into his lap "but your really getting spoilt tonight" I laughed giving him a kiss

"Ummm yes I am mistress"

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Vulcan (Arthur Shelby Oneshot) Pt. 2/12

Character/s: Arthur

Word Count: 1,145

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A/N: Hello I'm a liar I stayed up v late to write this and I'm too impulsive and impatient not to post it asap!!! I hope this one is as good as the first!!! And makes you want to read more!!! Again this is my first BIG series which is kinda scary considering there was a time I thought I'd never be able to write more than 500 words! Look at me now :D Anyways, be sure to check out part one my loves and I just really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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ROMAN GODS SERIES: Jupiter /Juno / Mars / Vulcan / Mercury / Minerva / Neptune / Venus / Pluto / Janus / Caelus / Apollo

You are no more human than himself.

Nothing, though, more human than mans own emotions. The very things that beat and pound against the cage of his ribs, breaking every bone, tearing through himself in an effort to conceal until he is nothing but ruins himself, until there is no fight left. The very things that rule him. Control and berate his spirits better than any blood could. It's not their words spoken behind closed doors, or the distance they put between themselves, but their expressions. The pity. The disgust. The horror. As if he is less, as if he were mortal. Atop their pedestals they are in power, in control, their true selves hidden behind masks. He lives truthful, exposed, waiting for infection. Begging for it. Few can understand, fewer sympathize, but from the moment you looked at him, watched the lines in his forehead crease, his mouth fall, his entire outward being change, you knew. How could Gods possibly live among their people and not pick up a few habits? Not just the things they mirrored with ease. Joy, sadness, even anger became second nature. He was burdened with more, with complications. Anger became fury, rage, bitterness, even destruction.

They were scared not because they could not understand what it felt to hurt so deeply, to bleed to freely, but because pride lived in him where they felt nothing but shame. Shame for screaming, crying, sobbing. For finding their knees weak, breakable, their spirits broken, their worlds shattering before their eyes. Shame for falling, shattering, letting themselves be weak, vulnerable, human. He was not. Openly, he let these things seep through his words, his actions, carrying it on his back when there was no where else to put it, never daring to put up a front of invulnerability. Gods could be fragile, too.

And just as they could be fragile, they were dangerous.

Not once would he let you forget that.

You never saw it. Not when it was happening. When his arms grew tired, when his back ached, when his eyes saw red. The myths, the stories, the thing of nightmares. Horrifying. Truly horrifying. In his prime, nothing left unharmed, untouched. Pushed to the edge, he didn't just fall, he put on a goddamn show. Sometimes you wished to watch, see for yourself what it was that made others shake, what made them leave everything they had in his name, praying for joy. Sometimes you decided it was better to leave it up to your imagination. You were there after though, ordered to clean up, collect his pieces, hold him together until someone more familiar put him back together again. He trusted you, for what reason you still questioned. Let you get close enough to hush his own unrecognizable sobs, plucking the gun, knife, pipe from his weak hand, wipe the red from his cheek. Still wet. It wasn't a fall from grace, not exactly, but a taste, a glimpse of how fragile ones world really was when immortals lost their grip. Just as they could play nice, offer riches, they could leave nothing but ash in their wake.

Little fires everywhere.

The ruins were magnificent. Shocking, and amazing. Homes unrecognizable. Bodies shredded, anonymous now, without worth. The grass and trees blackened, smoking even as the sun rose, welcoming a new day. You never could get used to the smell of burning flesh, the stinging in your lungs enough to bring tears to your eyes. The clouds grey, moody, as far as you could see. A reminder, as if the unsettled silence weren't enough. All that's left is the quiet cry of the crackling fire, weaker and weaker with every passing second. He could not bear to look. A man gone blind in his rage. You'd seen it enough with the mortals to know. Humans had a funny way of wanting to protect themselves, their psyche, even at their most destructive. Funny, and odd. He possessed these same traits. Weakened by what he's done, exhausted, there is not another threat of this for a long time. But when it comes, because it always does, he'll scorch the new earth, this new life, without hesitation.

Sometimes, it's not an outward cry, but inward. A gun to his head, the metal kissing his temple goodnight. The rope around his neck, soft against his skin. The booze sweet, tempting, making his steps light and careless. Someone is there before it's too late, before there is no God left, easing him off the ledge the way they think they'll always have to. This you do not see. You do not hear. This is kept among gods, another secret they are sworn to, another thing they can use against one another. But you know, as you would. And again, you understand. Stitched across his features. A crime not yet committed. In due time, he promises, without a single word, and you believe him. Succumbed to his emotions. He does not berate them, or belittle, but joins them, knowing, despite how much it hurts, how beautiful they really can be.

Something none of them could begin to understand.

All of this is worth the euphoria, the tears of joy, walking the thin line between elation and madness, even if it only lasts one second.

Lower on the ranks, the impoverished class, fresh blood, sent to do the work no one else wanted because you had no other choice. Unlike the rest, he was eager to join, to help, anything to rid himself of his own guilt, gain back the respect he's lost. A glance is all you share. That of secrecy. Those moments, where he is shattered, the source of so much heartache, kept between you. Not out of personal gain, for leverage, but because you, too, have found yourself the cause, not the affect. The rest underestimate, overlooking, never meeting your eyes, but he is careful. He doesn't know, none do, but he is one of few who see man and God all the same. Strengths and weaknesses. Pain and suffering. Love and war. A multitude of pieces, each worthy in their own right of respect, of understanding and patience. One is not only their mistakes, their faults, all the things that keep them awake at night, just as they are not only their vigor, their vitality, all the battles they've won. They are all of them, and more, things he cannot even see, nor begin to comprehend. So, he looks you in the eye, as he does the others, regardless of who they take orders from.

As long as he's concerned, with that cap, you're one of them. The rest of the family, they differentiate, they seclude, they draw a line right down the middle. Us and them. Worthy and unworthy. Those that decide and those to be disposed.

Not Arthur, though.

He is different.

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Lady Snake (and the Jedi Killer) Chapter 6

Summary: The galaxy calls her Lady Snake- a quick and merciless killer. Kylo Ren calls her a nuisance.Krina, a Commander and the only other Force user of the First Order, despises what the dark side has become and wishes to return it to its true state of power but what she hates the most is the naive man-child ruling over it.

Chapter 6: Reluctor (To Struggle Against)

Words: 2,112

Krina would rather be doing anything else right now- anything. She could make a whole list and organize it accordingly. Kriff, dying would be right at the top- even only a few days after her nightmare. Instead, she was standing beside Kylo Ren on a planet all too new for her.

Salt crunched against thick, black soles, leaving a trace of Krina’s path through the newly exposed red crystal. It was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen before. The perfect layer of white could be mistaken for snow when looked at from afar but up close it was coarse and rough. She had to be careful of how she stepped, due to the slickness of the planet’s surface, as she followed Kylo’s lead and made her way to the corpse of a battle that had taken place only months before.

Much to her dismay, Krina was ordered to stay on the Finalizer while a small portion of the First Order took to Crait in hopes of cutting off the Resistance and destroying them. She was restless, wanting to be in the middle of it all. She was more than capable of causing serious damage to anything the Resistance threw her way. The First Order knew she was the perfect person to go in and do the job but pride got in the way of seeking true success. And of course Kylo Ren stood in her way, ordering her to stand down.

The Resistance had grown accustomed to dealing with Kylo. They knew his motives and the way to break him down. It was surely going to be his downfall. They didn’t know Krina in the same way. She was a mystery to them, something of their nightmares that only ended in bloodshed with a devilish smile. It was no secret that the Resistance’s hatred for her exceeded anything they felt for Kylo. Even then, she wanted nothing more than to stand in front of them again and watch fear cloud their judgment.

Krina continuously shifted her gaze between the terrain in front of her and Kylo’s large frame as they trudged on, resorting to using the end of her long, delicate cape as a cover for her face as a strong gust of wind sent flumes of salt spiraling. A small group of stormtroopers followed behind them as a precaution but kept their distance. As the wind-picked salt began to settle, the Resistance outpost and remnants of the battle came into view. The pair took attentive steps into the wreckage.

A few First Order machines were the first to catch Krina’s eye due to the dark grey shading out against pure white. AT-AT and AT-M6 walkers had begun to cover in salt as if it were snow, causing only about half of each walker to be accessible to her. Large chunks of the armored exterior were missing from blasts, the impact of collapsing, and even time. Krina stared down at the AT-M6 beside her, scanning what had remained of it. It was apparent that it had been shot down by something Resistance owned since the wounds were small and plentiful. She took note before she continued to walk towards her destination, trailing a little behind her superior who didn’t need to assess the damage he had inflicted.

Catching sight of a lone skim speeder, a V-4X-D to be exact, is what caused Krina to stop again. The quality of the speeder, what was left of it anyway, showed its age. It was practically in pieces. First Order blasters and cannons were far more powerful than anything the Resistance could dream of making. Krina was surprised this one held up as well as it had. She bent down, landing on her knees. She put one hand on the metal, shivering at the cold, and closed her eyes. She invited the Force to take over and it flooded her senses.

A slowly moving image played in her mind of the skim speeder losing its balance as it, and its pilot, narrowly avoided First Order bullets and collided with the salted terrain. Fear and a sense of acceptance hit the pilot all at once before their heads lulled to the side as the speeder landed on top of them. Krina didn’t flinch at the sight or the ghastly emotions. The image slowly disappeared and Krina was staring back at the vehicle again.

“Force echoing?” Kylo questioned as he looked at her from over his shoulder. Krina looked up at him, pursing her lips.

“You’d know I could do that if you actually paid attention to anyone but yourself.”

Years ago, Krina had mastered her ability to use psychometry. Most called it “Force echoing,” much like Kylo did, but it was hardly technical terminology. It was a skill very few Force-sensitives were born with and those who mastered it could acquire information about objects just by touching them. Krina had been one of those few and was the only known Dark sider who possessed such a power. It was just another piece that made her so vital to the First Order. She could feel the jealousy radiating off of the man ahead of her.

Krina straightened out and made her way over to Kylo. The pair walked side by side once again, their eyes on the only real reason they were on this waste of a planet in the first place. The massive, metal mine shaft door was sealed shut with one massive crack running all the way down it.

“The battering ram cannon only managed to put a crack in it?” Disgust oozed out of Krina’s words.

“It was successfully opened.” The sternness of Kylo’s correction trailed off as his eyes scanned the mysterious door.

“Then, why is it closed?”

“Isn’t that the reason why we are here?” Kylo snapped and Krina rolled her eyes.

It made the pair look so small as it towered above. It was quite comical how someone as tall and intimidating as Supreme Leader Kylo Ren seemed so insignificant against it. Krina took a step forward and closed her eyes.

“You do not truly think you can open this door after it took death star technology to open it the first time?” Kylo snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. Krina kept silent and deepened her breathing, using the Force to will the door open. As the door creaked and began to lift, Krina smirked proudly to herself. She could feel Kylo’s scowl burning a hole in the back of her head. It was an inconvenient day for him to decide to leave his helmet on this ship. As the stormtroopers approached, they all gasped at the sight.

“Kylo Ren can’t do that,” One of them whispered under his breath, trying to keep his words to himself as much as possible. Krina threw her head back and let out a loud cackle as Kylo threw out a hand and squeezed around the trooper’s throat.

Krina really was a lot stronger than she let on. She was going to have to boast about this when she was back on the Finalizer, tell Hux how Kylo Ren’s blood boiled, and maybe try to impress a few Knights of Ren. If only the First Order would have let her attend the mission the first time around. Whether she was strong or not, the amount of power and manipulation of the Force it took to open the door knocked the wind out of her. She tried her best to not let her newfangled exhaustion show as she very slowly and cautiously stepped inside.

The outpost was a skeleton of what was already a bare bones operation. It had been stripped, forgotten, further abandoned. Dust, grime, and dirt had begun to rest in cracks and on the tops of surfaces. All machines had been powered down or destroyed.

Truthfully, Krina couldn’t quite understand how the Resistance found a place as desolate and outdated as Crait to be useful to them but then again, they were terrible at making just about any decision. And this time, they managed to get away but their fleet was continuing to dwindle. Had she been allowed to go, the Resistance would no longer exist. Then again, maybe Krina would no longer exist instead. This could have been the very place where she fell. The very place where the Resistance showed her no remorse, where Kylo Ren stood with them as they struck her down.

Kylo Ren. Krina quickly abandoned the crates and searched for him. Stormtroopers, deserted equipment, and no sign of the Supreme Leader. Panic. All that settled in Krina’s bones was unbridled panic. Was this all just a ploy? A way to get her alone so he could put an end to her?

Had he really left her behind?

Krina pushed past stormtroopers and searched everywhere. Her mind was racing and she didn’t stop for a second to think of utilizing the Force. She was so used to cutting him off from her mind and keeping her distance that searching for him in a way that made them both vulnerable felt foreign and sinister.

While running a shaky hand through strands of hair that had fallen out of a haphazard ponytail, Krina let out a breath. Pain, manifesting as both physical and mental, caused the sigh to come out as a whine. The whole world seemed to freeze around Krina as she unraveled.

“Kylo.” One simple word came out in a broken whisper. Something tugged at Kylo as he searched the premises in a room that veered off from the main hangar. It echoed in his mind, practically screaming at him. Something was wrong. Immediately, he thought of Krina and all the ways she could be causing trouble.

Krina was so frantic, she didn’t realize Kylo, out of breath and disheveled, had arrived at her side. A gentle touch and soothing voice shook her out of her thoughts.

“Krina,” He practically whispered back to her. She looked up at him, eyes wide. “What have you done?”

“Nothing!” She scoffed, stepping away from him. “I don’t spend all my time causing problems for you.”

“I sensed a disturbance. I only thought-”

“Well, you were mistaken. Whatever you sensed was not from me. If you don’t recall, I tend to keep you cut off. I don’t need to be interrupted by your unbalanced connection with the Force.” Krina’s words were a string of defenses to cover a moment of weakness. Hopefully, that was something Kylo couldn’t sense. He did.

“The Force does not lie, Krina. I would not have abandoned my search to come to your rescue if it was nothing.”

“My rescue?! You can do that now when it’s misplaced but not when I was dying?!” Krina’s voice echoed through the bunker as her volume continued to get louder. She was yelling at the Supreme Leader of the First Order with no remorse. Kylo’s facial features twisted in confusion.

“Dying? When were you dying?” His works cracked and frayed at the seams. The thought of Krina dying struck fear in both of them. Krina’s eyes doubled in size before she tried to normalize her expression and erase any signs of her former panic. This nightmare had continued to seep into moments in her life and blur the edges of reality, which she was losing her grip on.

“Unimportant,” Krina mumbled as she turned on her heels and walked back towards the crates she had been rummaging through. Kylo followed closely behind her.

“I only found pieces of broken speeders and a holopad that seems to be damaged,” Krina kept her eyes on the items as she listed them off. No part of her wanted to explain her words to Kylo Ren of all people. Kylo blinked at the change in conversation.

“The holopad could be an important piece. If we can get it working, we can essentially come in direct contact with the Resistance.” Kylo commented, keeping his eyes on Krina. Nothing on this planet was worth what had just happened between them. He wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

“So this wasn’t all for nothing?”

“No, I suppose not. Although, one holopad hardly seems like a victory. We need to bring this back to the Steadfast immediately.” Kylo barked the orders loud enough for the stormtroopers to hear and marched out of the hangar. Krina hesitated before she followed behind with her head hung low. Silence became a close friend on the trip back.

The sudden echo in the Force, Krina’s broken expression, and her eerie words played back in Kylo’s mind over and over again like a broken record or a dream he couldn’t shake.

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sirjustice9-blog · 4 years

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No fuel generator google pals

With new no fuel generator and you can google that,the govt should stop electrification, buy the machine in regards with the watts and fix to households. Electrification wires and poles, transformers are very expensive only taking much money back to the country given the electrification tender.

They got no money, a house in Nairobi dat they can live on is not less than $ 2000 left with the same to spend if they campaigned 4 u r nominated or certificate stolen unto ya. Count all the above cases and see how many they amount to. Jokorgikebi masikini or jokorgidilanu jojuogi, tinting ya name if eating well and in the ghetto, as ya life moves on good. The group of many matatu in Nairobi routes like city connection or city hoppers are not 4 one person as purported just to bring respect but 4 them both the govt and the opposition. They meet at night and discuss the above, eying to lure usa beauties with such tricks or just Europe dude. Uhuru was in the usa, still Kenya is beautiful or ya eye bad, can u tell ya tribe the truth to stop all this shit or whats u up to dude, what u gonna do. When all Lupe holes blocked, kinda, in open road grab ya manhood lest u block and they do it again and again even if u warn them liaising with Mr Hindu and big dignitaries. If u cut 1 with a panga or axe, then if a coin is placed in many peoples hand to see who did that and ya group has been monitored and known, all will be gotten out and the same done to ya to cement the fact dat death is the best justice possible.

Click the link below 4 navistar electric buses

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If u insert that thing on the ass-hole it makes ya face not straight and vice versa and makes ya live long. They come to Africa as tourists to check if Christ can come and they built the cities on fertile lands which brings the curse they got so migrated, and so come to check up if where the city was built can flourish in herbs, grass or trees 4 God to revert the curse.

School buses in sub-Saharan Africa are made with plates which are made out of corpse, breeding bad spirit, get out the engine and buy the bus like in the link below and fix ya engine or sell that I and buy a new 1 al2gether dude

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The shinny trucks in the link below are made out of hardcore criminal corpse placed on dough then cold water poured, jets lies like house flies inserted on dough, Renault cars, landana or like janus cough drop inserted on dough the cold water poured.

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They got human spirit that kinda directs ya, like in carli4nia X-bit song, a bus moves from country La to the city, seeing the road crucks reminds ya of fish being prepaired 4 deep fry thus the roads once underlaying rocks are placed which are as well made on the dough procedure, fishes are placed at interval in the dark then cold water poured and the tarmacked road made easily as opposed to the 1 which is expensive we see in Africa to take money back home

Kill ya son or daughter, if u cant hustle and knowing much yet in the later part wanna disturb us with yet like father like son, kinda, we are breeding a bad gene, dude, die we burry ya. Kebi has told us on how every gadget is made, so what ya son will come out of to be tolerated like long ago that it was an excuse maybe if he behaves that way he might help us with an innovation or invention. If u know nothing humble, respect people and the constitution and move a head dude or-else die we bury u, I will stand 4 socks or ties dude

Spirit still around in kids, delete everything on books or on syllabus that kebi has proven its a lie, don’t struggle to study a lie it breeds guilt, war and confusion among kids, cause God knows its a lie like the linear motion with a plane, period the plane used siren gas to fly like in the link below

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If they say u can be president or Mp, well, that’s your dream and it will help ya family not even tribe men, u will be 1 then another is elected, friends, how many have seen such, it aint a hoot to us dude. You aint the 1st 1 or the last to be 1 once laws are made, president wont help ya locate jobs or still money to help ya as students can scan their script on phone prior to submitting their credentials, so no cheating that leads to mis-appropriation of people on different courses leading to different jobs as well blocking others halting their dream- that’s what the president and his people does and it wont be there period dude

If u wanna be home with elder people or ya head to be small take food portion with no salt then with salt. It draws elder people to ya if u eat tasteless food thinking you are elder as with much salt deems ya rude even if they were not there, its a spirit dude, you got to know, Mr sam kokudo working in the Kenyan parliament building in Nairobi, Has not that money, even wants ya food, was given a job after going to india, so gives like 60% of his salary back, the house he lives on was built with partly that money loan taken after a bank approached. So frustrated cause they aint sure of the next parliament, rendering them jobless, cars he drives to ksm senators, MPs, Governors cars. If he continues with dat and with any dignitary we gona use a mad scrap metal picker to sturb ya then runs away cause u r of nuisance period, wanting others things while with ya when they are down cant look at them twice, anyway it was a blessing in disguise to write on it the way am doing like with allowing folks to watch tv.

The big shinny trucks needs respect both with police or the people driving them, so incase of rude nation breeds confusion and needs not to be driven every time like the short headed ones found in Kenya which needs to be driven like daily which with them is when they don’t bring a spirit.

U wanna know a Somali blooded woman, if u think of seducing 1, u see a group of people behind ya like also wanting to hurt ya or benefit from ya. The more the number of people behind u the more the bloods and vice versa.

Most vehicles in Kenya are Dubai made as cereals or cut grass poured unto them parts after dis-assembled to make the new but not long lasting. The kikuyu buy even old engines and makes the same get to church live and say with pointing their figures in happy mood 3. The reason dude, another 1. Worker and vineyard parable and Christ with division to cement the truth. Gol, towa, remove the untitled from tumblr name like samaki with its bones, I will never dude, leave me alone say kebi. Boyfriend, mandi mit nyodho says roda to kebi. Sheep and goat parable that made Jesus to be arrested to cement de trut. The same matatu new once are made with dough inside mango placed dude

With syllabus lies they assert to be true to still sell what is used in the lab in the practical classes. Remove school 4 students to learn onlines on captured every topic and sub-topic classes only dummy get to class to be instructed making the difference between the dummy and the bright like with cpa. Click the link below 4 more

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHC0-tlS1cs

With church take a big tank like in the link below, put outside the church let people drop their offering when getting in or out the church without some1 risking being monitored on how much they have placed then u see church atrophies, fulfilled in revelation 4, at that time the root of David Rod/sex/penis/pesa, money

Govt to build new jails like the new schools to take the wanting ya food or grab ya manhood or cut ya in the dark to, to make them loose network bro, b4 the are out again in if they do the same jokes, No kidding dude, out of hand, liaising with dignitaries who are sure will not get back to their posts as well as the police

Expand ya business in the USA using funds from grants at www.grants.com

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Let the judges found, they just give u a lawyer if u dont have cash and does shoddy work and ya case goes to the worst ending up being a criminal. Let each jail have a software where any jailed can be given a judge prior then in not more than 100 words explain their case to the judge to avoid the former on the lawyer. They just sit in their offices using precedents to rule others case and take big chunk of taxpayers money at court time what u have written given to the court and u as well to facilitate justice.

The pressure cooker in the link below when exposing out hot fumes is the same technology the steam generator uses as i have researched via google or the little know how i got. When u have given all the names of tumblr a/c they purpoted to have deleted which they have learnt they cant delete, they pop up with their own, like kanze not saying in full or obama as i had seduced the earlier or if u look at a car u wanna buy or a house and form new jealousy they have created the kikuyu blooded men, silly character to will end thats the happiness. Now if u wait 4 me to kill myself, u will wait untill Christ comes back, with all at alibabashopping its a plus to me and justice even at amazonshopping

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Killing myself a longtime was viable but now with no fuel generator, automatic locks and E-vehicle, its like forcing water out plastic Cyprus tree which is cumbersome. They wanna buy the kevs AE in kevinelson mondy facebook a/c yet other nations have made it and its not patented. Kebi saying give me women instead, i will select them on the computer and will open E-bus and E-public yacht, speed boat 4 them and built hotel with the profits, thats how i will maintain them bro. images of the above in the links below, keep ya money to ya self Mr trumpielo

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Kankata cars made with plastic like acid bottles or cooking fat bottles inserted on the dough as well as old papers or newspapers while esar coins or money put inside dough or euphobia mixed with water and the above inserted, meaning Egyptians are making money cause money of any nation made that way by inserting their own cash in the dough bringing forth high population dude

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The lands with oil, God did not settle those people in those lands, after the jew migrated to temperate lands after the Green-man left Europe and America 4 Venus planet they distributed them from the land Green-man left as they were slaves in those lands. God made it that way so we are jew, though we are lazy our lands got enough to spare, so what u gonna do in the link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jyk4YkvCJ8

The nyamwezi, mlk got nyamwezi blood and many world leaders, following the moon to no end so called people of the moon, not only masai walks but as well The nyamwezi loving crime scenes or showing pity to crimes. Tomato, nyanya, tm got dat blood, good leaders along time b4 intermarriages destroy the gene, Malagasy and masai folks got the nyamwezi gene of being good. Their skin is always shiny like in the link below and soft as supple not dry skin like incarnated people, the tribe love central places as in tz they live at tabora/shinyanga are, google to find out dude

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-d&q=belle+9+ft+blue

The below is explained by the above link as they want to follow kebi to no end

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ZUbFVgZpc

https://www.britannica.com/place/Sao-Tome-and-Principe

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demographics_of_Eritrea

https://www.google.com/search?q=photos+of+ewe+togo+women&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjE0NnXhdjnAhVOXMAKHVyYD4MQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

https://www.google.com/search?q=kabiye+women+tribe+photos&tbm=isch&source=univ&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjI9pyfhtjnAhUMWsAKHXhfCXkQsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Most nyamwezi people are tingrinya blooded and vice versa as well as many sao tome and principle nationals. They are free people not wanting others food and can survive both in hardship and in riches, they are hustlers and Asmara in luo means the booty is mine bim, abimalech in the bible with abraham while bim is appe who dont see that his booty is deep red while abuse another 1 that his booty is red, the red indians got dat blood dude as nelson kevin bro. Rateng ti, titi they love, nyap they look like as weak stepping on wrong stone. Tigrinya also got the togo tribe blood of swollen eye, the ewe is the tribe am talking about who are tigrinya blooded. Kabiye are ewe when j is added is jew which they forgot along time “as kebi warned them of the dire consequences of intermarriage when he was the secretary of war during the Portuguese inversion era“ They are masai blooded from the mothers side, their men married the women not vice versa bringing forth a polite understanding tribe b4 the masai destroyed their genes by marrying the batak tribe from Indonesia who are rude, tough-headed as the negro and cannibal, having sweet mouth or high appetite for sweet things with big booty women, they loved the booty, their men, so see what big booty can do to a tribe. Be warned let history not repeat itself to destroy further the tribes genes to destroy the world as bring rude UN-understanding people, war lovers or lay dude and even murderers.

God dont want like the hindu thing of monitoring other people, they ought to be free like in the movies of robotics like the transformers, and people not to eat gmo but firm esp usa to give up on ammunition and firm like along time

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Folks dont open up like sirjustice10 b4 i reach there, as competing with me like in the song below breeding confusion, my dying time was all gone only on planned or natural ways

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpS4zxYDGgE

It wont tire me to give pride to the booty of a woman i love to fuck, sitachoka nakupatia hagar za minaj, theresa,robinson and many sifa. Wasee siutani, the text ni, ‘It wont tire me, okablo ol oloo’ swears kebi in an intercourse.

X-bit song to strength kids who don’t belong link below

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig6MD1cgtC0

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