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Oh hey, Hamsteak 2. Looks like Vriska's...back in Alternia? In a dreambubble?

they sent the thief here in search of power; the power to escape the containment i so painstakingly set up for them

Al confirmed as the Candy narrator. Also confirmed that the black hole is "containment" for the dreambubbles and non-canon worlds, and that all the ghosts falling in wasn't an accident of fighting Lord English.

the black hole could only ever shelter them for so long, and in their haste to shrug off my protection they have opened the door to something far, far hungrier.

This panel is a callback to Karkat about to open the door to the New Universe. Where there were interrupted by Jack Noir. Vriska is interrupted by-

Yoo! It's Davepeta! Who feel into the black hole and has been conspicuously absent ever since. They're the only Ultimate who is not connected to Dirk, and in some ways the only "true" Ultimate. Interesting that Al considers them such a threat, when Davepeta has never been anything but benevolent.

Looks like it's all the sprites, in fact. Why...are there two Nannasprites? Oh god, I'm being pushed to the endless limits of my ability to remember Homestuck Lore. Is one of them pre-retcon? I do not remember.

ERISOLSPRITE: wwe'vve been here for liike a miilliion fuckiin 2wweep2. DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < actually we just got here DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < this place didnt even exist until she popped in ERISOLSPRITE: gue22 ii'll fuck my2elf.

It didn't exist until a character arrived, at which point it retroactively existed the whole time, like how a planet works.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < does that not sound insane to you fefeta? FEFETASPRITE: 3833 < 383

What? How are Davepeta and Fefeta coexisting? That definitely doesn't make sense.

Well, logic be damned, it's apparently time for a Vriska training arc.

Gah! Talksprites! Also, Vriska enters "Hell" on page 666 of Homestuck 2, which is I think the first time this comic has aimed at any kind of Meaningful Number.

God, we are full on visual novel here. I didn't know Ren'Py could export to web, but I guess it shouldn't surprise me. I presume/hope the save option is default and won't be needed here, it's 1:30am.

Tavros is here and, much more oddly, alive. I suddenly understand jack shit.

I have no memory of Tavros ever forgiving Vriska for anything...or, for that matter, Vriska even being aware she did anything that needed to be forgiven. I presume she's just lying here, though.

This line combined with this pose is the essence of Vriska

So, Vriska's being forced to "grow as a person" and her big idea to finish her character arc is to atone for her sins by getting Tavros to take revenge on her. Vriska thinks that the secret to gaining power is getting Tavros to kill her.

I wonder where she got that idea.

But that time she refused to mind control Tavros into killing her, she wanted him to grow from it, too. Now we're past that.

I felt smart for remembering the K8LL ME bit but we're being really obvious about it now so I guess they just assumed everyone would and I'm not special :(

Oh shit. Erisol wasn't kidding.

Davepeta roleplaying being a cat who dies horribly is kind of the perfect synthesis of Dave and Nepeta. What is this music. It's very toot-y.

Oh hey a text log. How convenient. So we're trapped in a time loop, then, explicitly recreating Groundhog Day. I guess that explains the infinity hourglass on the Plot Point machine.

Vriska's having a bad couple of years.

Davepeta is "countless" cool dudes and kitty girls, which I think is the first explicit confirmation they're an Ultimate Self, though that was pretty strongly implied at least. The only Ultimate to do so without Dirk's involvement.

Stop letting me intuit things and then immediately making them clear! I don't care if it's good writing, it's making my liveblog bad!

It's so weird to compare this Davepeta to the one in Homestuck OG. There Davepeta was presented as this wise sage mentor figure who'd achieved enlightenment, and here they're much more of "Dave + Nepeta's combined silliness as one character". It's a subtle difference, but go back and read Davepeta giving this same kind of talk to Jade back in Homestuck 1. I guess that's the difficulty of a character with so little screentime in the original, they're either very limited or they feel slightly off.

Oh my fucking god, a to-be-continued select screen. Shit, that takes me back in an unexpected way.

Also, from the associated news update, "the big flash" is apparently several months away (10/25?), and I have to say they might want to be careful about overhyping it, if they have small flashes and now Ren'Py novels that are just preludes. If it's anything less than a Cascade after months and months of hype it could fall flat where a surprise [S] Enter would've popped the fanbase hard.

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Rebirth - Ch. 7 :

Illusion

Word count:4.2k

Summary: Bad teenage decisions.

OG Embry

Friday's school day came and went. Jasper even returned Aurora's sketch book. Bella and Aurora were at La Push when the infamous Jacob Black came. "Aurora, this is my friend Jacob, and Jacob, this is my friend Aurora." She waved as he gave a nod.

Jacob swept Bella away down the shore while Aurora sat on the beach blanket reading. A figure sat next to her. "Hey."

She looked up,"Hi."

He was tan, had a sharp yet round face, and had long black hair. It suited him. He was handsome. "Whatcha reading?"

Aurora turned the cover, "The Kite Runner."

"Any good?"

"Seeing as in halfway through with it and I just started yesterday, yeah, I'd say it's pretty good."

The boy laughed, "By the way, names Embry."

"Nice to meet you, name's Aurora."

"Like the princess?"

"I guess, but it's more of a family name."

"It's a pretty name for a pretty girl." Aurora blushed. It was a little cliche, but it was smooth. Aurora thanked him, and the two sat in silence, comfortable silence.

Bella and Jacob were quick, coming back, and then him and his friends headed out. Before the trip left, Embry turned back to Aurora. "You have a piece of paper and a pen."

Aurora nodded. "In the van." He helped her up, and she gave him what he asked for.

He scribbled something on there and gave it to her. "Text me with any other book recommendations." He winked and left.

"Really Aurora, another one?" Bella asked jokingly. Aurora and Bella got dropped off at Aurora's, and neither parent was home.

"What is this like… the third date?" Aurora asked. Bella nodded.

"I think so." They came inside, and Jacinda was there, Sudoko in hand.

"Hice sopa, pero está un poco fría. Lo calentará cuando tenga hambre."

"Okay, thank you. We'll eat in like an hour, Abuela." The older women nodded and waved them off. They were breaking her concentration.

The girls went up to Aurora's room. "So Jacob was telling me that there's a legend about the tribe's enemies, the Cullen's."

"Oh my god, really? What the fuck?"

"Yeah, something about them being cold ones and having this feud."

"Like vampires?" Aurora asked.

"I'm assuming."

Aurora worked it out, "I mean, it would explain their fast speed, how they were able to stop the car, and their weird changing color eyes."

Bella nodded rapidly,"Right! I feel like no one's noticed that they have gold eyes !"

"Yeah, I'm not sure why everyone thinks that's normal. But this is crazy. Vampires? What next werewolves? Pixies? Elves?"

Bella shrugged, not having an answer.

"I mean... I don't know Bella. Do they look like blood suckers?"

Again, Bella shrugged. "Oh! Besides that, I gave Jacob your number to give to his friend Embry?"

"Bella!"

"What? I mean, that whole thing with Jasper was a bust, right? Asshat, remember?"

"Well, what about Jacob, huh? Edward, asshat remember? Are you gonna move on with him?"

"Jacob is just a friend."

"Suuuure a 'friend.'"

Bella shoved Aurora's right shoulder with her left hand. "Damn trying to break my other shoulder, Bells?"

The weekend was spent with the two girls watching movies and doing homework. Also, I texted Embry about different books, but Bella was unaware of that. Sunday morning, Bella went home to change and shower. That morning, after Bella left, Aurora took her sketchbook and supplies and headed downstairs.

"Mama, can I go outside to sketch?"

"Yeah, but not for long. I don't need you to get lost." Aurora rolled her eyes and said a quick 'bye.'

Aurora walked to the tree line, memories of Jasper and her meeting replaying in her head. She sighed and ventured in.

She went to the same place where she met him and started to sketch. She sketched a circle, then a U, then 2 smaller ovals inside. Her flicks of lead were light and airy. After 30 minutes of drawing, the face she drew bared a remarkable resemblance of a certain blonde that she didn't want to think about. She drew him a brooding expression and stained, sharp teeth dripping blood.

She huffed and flipped the page. She thought of Embry and started a new face. She drew probably a face that looked similar to Embry but didn't capture him. On the 2nd one is when she was able to capture his likeness and energy.

She drew another Jasper, not finishing it, though, once she realized it was him. She drew his eyes. A grin with sharp teeth that she'll deny is his.

She drew until the sun went down. She squeezed in a drawing of her mom and grandma, her mom with a tiara and her grandmother smoking. She drew 2 outlines of faces of what could have Bella and Charlie, but she shut it after that. A piece of paper stuck out from the very beginning. It was lined paper.

She opened it and saw a number and Jasper Hale's cursive writing there.

'Here's my number Princess, text me when you can.'

Aurora assumed this was before the whole car ordeal. It had the nickname princess, which Jasper had, and stopped calling, hell even acknowledging her. She wanted to crumple it and rip it, but there was that tiny inkling of hope that this was his way to reconcile.

She entered the number on her phone. She hovered around the keyboard when a message popped up.

'Hey Aurora, got the kite runner! U were right, it is great, better hurry and finish it before I beat u ;)'

Aurora smiled at the message as she messaged back.

'Puhlease I'm on the last chapter. How are u gonna beat me?'

She felt as if someone was watching her, she looked up and around but there was no one there. Feeling slightly uneasy, she started to head home.

Jasper watched as she left. He had seen her frustrated drawings of him, which made him chuckle, but it was replaced by worry when she started to draw someone else.

He glared at the drawing of a boy he did not know. He wanted to step out of his hiding spot, to go and apologize, but when she read the paper and texted someone else, he stopped himself. This is what he wanted, no? For her to not be mixed up with vampires. To not be around her and constantly want to drain her?

He rushed home, angry at himself, at Edward, at vampires, but mostly at himself for letting her into his life and heart and then leaving her.

Everyone was hit with an intense rage when Jasper entered home. Carlisle and Esme shared a look. Him and Edward had been brooding the past two weeks or so, and it made the house unbearable. He hoped soon that the boys would change their mind, he honestly couldn't stand it anymore.

Esme knocked on Jasper's door, "Jaz?"

He took a deep breath, "Yeah?"

"You okay, honey?"

He nodded, not wanting to speak about her. Esme sighed at the boy's lack of communication. "Just know that whoever she is, I'm sure if you talk to her and apologize for whatever you have done, she'll forgive you."

"How do you know it was I who did something? And if that's even what I'm upset about? And what .... what if she won't?"

"A mother knows Jasper. Now, decide on what you're gonna do because this moping and being angry is not good for you." She gave a smile and left. Now it's time to talk to the sulking Edward.

Monday came, and Jasper was still undecided. Aurora was giving him the same treatment, and he couldn't blame her. She looks cute in her long sleeve cut sweater and dresses over her. He especially liked how it hugged every curve.

'Focus.' He slapped himself internally. Aurora's phone slightly buzzed, and she smiled at it.

He scowled, 'Who the fuck was making her smile like that.'

She didn't answer it, though, seeing as they were still in class discussing the book The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. Jasper skimmed the book but didn't read it fully. But he was going to buy tomorrow, he had all night. Once the class ended, Aurora checked the phone.

'Hey Aurora! Me, Jacob, and Paul stole a few drinks and are gonna drink it by a meadow place, wanna join? Bella should be going, Jacob texted her.'

'Sure, but only if Bella's going. Buddy system and all, plus my mom won't let me without her lol.'

'Sweet! See you after school.'

'Hey Bella you going after school ?'

'Yeah I want to see if Jacob found anything else.'

'Oh smart. Okok.'

She left, and Jasper watched her go. The day went by in a blur. Aurora and Bella texted their parents, saying they would walk and explore the woods a little bit with Jacob. Amora was on the fence, but Charlie convinced her that Jacob was a good kid and knew the forest well.

The 5 of them meet up and head by the meadow, opting to stay in the trees rather than the flowers.

They brought wine coolers and shots. Aurora was a little worried, she's never drank before. Bella declined the drink, but Aurora took a wine cooler. She was a little tipsy, as was Paul and Embry. Jacob had one, and Bella none.

Bella started her interrogation. And Paul was dozing off next to them. Embry and Aurora sat a little further away.

"The Kite Runner crushed me, Aurora."

"Oh, you finally made it to that part. I will not lie. It just gets sadder, I cried and cried." Her eyelids were a bit heavy.

"Nooo, you're lying." Aurora shook her head, and Embry slumped on her right shoulder.

"It's so sad, but I can't put it down."

"I know what you mean. It's for school, but I read ahead, and I couldn't stop myself." She giggled. The world was slightly swimming.

Embry wasn't as tipsy. His body heat was a little higher than usual the past day, and two he's drank before. He smiled at her.

"Any other recommendations?"

"For books ummmmmm no? Oh ! But for movies it's called... called um... oh Pans Labyrinth. So fucking good. Amazing."

"Oh well, when you put it like that, I have to see it now."

"Embry, we have to go!"

"Oh, I don't think we should leave Aurora like this by herself, or well for Bella to deal with."

"I've got her." A voice spoke from the clearing as Jasper emerged.

"Who are you?"

"Jaz!" Aurora said happily.

"You know him?" Embry asked hesitantly.

Bella spoke up this time, "Yeah that's her seat mate for like every class."

Jacob eyed him, "We have to take Paul home before he gets in trouble again. Plus he's burning up." He leaned towards Bella ,"Is he safe? Can you trust him with Aurora?"

Bella nodded. "Yeah, plus he's Edward's brother."

Jacob narrowed his eyes, trusting him a little less now.

"Go, go. Jaz and I will be fine here."

Bella wanted to go with Jacob, he was gonna search his library for her but she didn't want to leave Aurora alone.

"It's okay, I’ll stay-,"

"No go Bella, shoo."

"But Aurora-,"

"I said shoo!" She waved a dismissive hand.

"I'll take care of her Bella, I'll call you off her phone once she sobers up and is home."

Embry stayed quiet till now. "Sleepy?"

"Hm?" She gave a smile and her eyes crinkled. His heartbeat quickened and Jasper rolled his eyes at him.

"Call me if you need anything okay?"

She furrowed her eyebrows but nodded. "Okay Em's got it." She gave a thumbs up and Embry looked Jasper up and down.

Bella nodded and left with the three boys. She could trust Jasper with Aurora.

Aurora looked into Jasper's eyes,"Hmm. I've missed you, cowboy."

Jasper nodded, "I've missed you too, princess."

Aurora smiled and hugged him, "It feels so long since you called me that. It feels nice." Jasper could feel the blossoming happiness when he said her nickname.

He felt like shit. He doesn't know how much longer he could ignore her. "Come on, princess, let's get to mine since it's closer, I'll get you water, and then we'll head to yours."

She nodded, tiredly. "Okay Princess, get on my back."

Aurora shook her head no, "No, I'm too heavy."

"You're not darlin ', now come on."

She eyes him wearily, he was taller and looks strong, but still, Aurora was self conscious about her weight.

He slightly crouched, "Come on, little lady."

Aurora wanted to die of embarrassment. She lifted a leg and he gripped it, she lightly hopped up and he grabbed the other.

"Light as a feather, now hold on." She held on, but her eyelids were feeling heavy. He heard her heartbeat steady and ran towards his house up to his room.

He laid her down on his bed carefully because of her cast. He only had one because he liked to lay on the bed to read.

Everyone home heard the heartbeat. Esme walked up to his room, "Jaz?"

"This is the girl, she um... "

"Drank?"

He nodded, "But she isn't the type of girl to drink."

Esme nodded, "A lot of teenagers drink, and it looks like this was her first time."

"She only had a wine cooler."

Esme chuckled, "Oh my. Well I'll get you some water and I can run to the store to get some food."

Aurora woke up, and Esme was done shopping at 5.

She looked around and found Jasper reading their class assigned book. "Um."

He looked towards her, "Hey there, little miss. Feeling better?"

"My head hurts a little, but yeah, I'm okay. Where's my phone? And how did I get here?"

"The pack boys had to head home since one of them was sick. Bella went with them after I said I'd help."

"So she just left me with you?"

Jasper nodded, "Here, she wants you to call after you wake up."

Aurora nodded, and grabbed the phone. She called Bella who picked up instantly.

"Bella?"

"Aurora how are you feeling? Jasper said he'll help-"

"Bella what the fuck?"

The line went quiet, "You just left me with a semi random dude. I get it, you kind of know him and I like him but at the very least you should've come with us! If the roles were reversed and it was asshat Edward helping, there is NO WAY I'd just leave him with you drunk."

Bella was in shock. It had crossed the back of her mind, but she didn't think Jasper would ever do anything like that.

"But it's Jasper, h-."

"I don't care, it's fucked up Bella."

Bella wanted to cry. She didn't want Aurora to be in trouble, and Jasper seemed like the safest option.

"I'm so-,"

"Bye."

She hung up. Her eyes were watery. From one point, she understood, Jasper and her had a thing, and he was responsible and respectful, but still, to leave her alone when buzzed was just not something you do.

"I'm sorry. I just offered my help because Bella seemed stressed, and I didn't want you two to stumbling around the forest alone."

She nodded.

"I would nev-."

"I know. What bothers me is how Bella just left. Even the nicest guys have a wicked side, and that's not saying I think you're a murder or rapist or whatever. It's just the principle."

He nodded, understanding. "I understand, Princess."

She nodded, not realizing he was saying her nicknames. "Are you hungry? My mother is cooking you something."

"Oh god, did I make a fool of myself in front of your family? Fucking christ strike me now."

Jasper laughed, "No, I took you straight up, you passed out."

"That's it. Your mother probably thinks I'm some like hooligan that drinks all the time and does like drugs and is a bad influence."

She groaned and dropped her head in her hands. Jasper shook his head, "No, she knows you're a good kid, and sometimes even those kids want to try a taste of the bad side."

She shook her head, "That's it, I'm done for. I can't go and face her."

He laughed again. "If anything, I'm sure she thinks I'm the delinquent."

"Jasper Hale? The Forks High Bad Boy? Puhlease more like their western cowboy."

"First off, you're correct. Second off, I can be bad."

"Yeah, and the skies are red."

Jasper grinned. "I could've sworn it was, princess. Now come on, my mother is expecting you."

"You're positive that I'm not on her bad side?"

"Cowboy's honor." He said, raising his right hand.

She shook her head. Jasper clasped their hands together and led her down stairs.

Aurora's phone dinged, and it was her mother.

'Cariño where are you!

Bella went home to Charlie's and was crying. Are you okay, mi amor?'

'Sorry mama I forgot to tell you I'm at Jaspers to work on our AP history homework and honors chem.

And yea we got into a small fight...'

'AURORA!

Next time ask ! so im not worried out of my mind thinking your missing in the woods or something!'

"Can we pop outside really quick? For I can call my mom."

"Of course, this way." He led them around the leaving room, so a door outside. "Here, I'll be in the living room."

She called her mom, who picked up instantly, too. "AURORA EVANGELINE CORDOVA FLORES!"

Aurora winced, great her full name.

"Hi mama."

"¡No me mames! ¿Por qué no te preguntaste acerca de ir a casa de Jasper? ¡Y mucho menos enviarme un mensaje de texto!"

"Mamá, lo siento! Te prometo que no lo volveré a hacer. Bella se fue con Jacob y ellos después de que nos encontramos con Jasper. y luego fuimos a estudiar a él y luego Bella y yo nos peleamos por teléfono. Lo siento, debería haberte enviado un mensaje de texto."

Amora sighed, "¿Dónde estás ahora?"

"Jasper's."

"¿Ya casi has terminado de estudiar?"

"Almost. They invited me to stay over and eat, though. I called you to explain and ask."

"Okay, fine, you can stay and eat over there. And if whatever Bella did isn't too bad, try to fix it, okay?"

"Why, so you and Mr. Charlie can go out on dates? How many more before you officially tell us? 2 or 1?"

"AURORA!"

"It was a joke! Sorry, sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood."

"Yeah, wait til you get home."

"I was just playing," she whined.

"Yeah, yeah. Now go finish studying and go eat and come home, okay?"

"Okay, Mama."

"I love you cariño, see you soon."

"I love you too, Mama, see ya."

She hung up and walked over to the glass door. She opened it, she felt weird stepping inside with shoes. She opened it, and Jasper was there smiling at her. "So, are you staying princess?"

"Yeah, I can, but after I have to go straight home."

He nodded. Of course, he heard, but she wasn't going to tell her that. "Alright, let's go get you something to eat." He grabbed her hand again, and her stomach flipped.

He led her towards the kitchen, and there, Esme and Carlisle, were cooking chilaquiles? They were frying the tortillas and had cheese on the side, and eggs out and fresh salsa? Aurora was a little surprised.

Emse saw the couple and washed her hand from cutting the onions and tomatoes.

"Hello there! You must be Aurora, we've heard so much about you! It's lovely to meet you." Aurora glanced at Jasper, who conveniently was looking where.

"Hello! It is lovely to meet you as well. Jasper's mentioned you, but he didn't tell me you were so beautiful."

Esme chuckled, a bit of flattery never hurt.

"Hello, Dr. Cullen."

"Carlisle is just fine, Aurora. How is that shoulder holding up?"

"It's doing well, Mr. Carlisle. Sore and achy every now and then, but good."

He chuckled at Mr. Carlisle. "That is very good to hear. Don't forget to schedule that appointment." He wanted to ask her to remind Bella as well, but after that conversation, he thought it would be best not to.

"Here, take a seat. We made chilaquiles for you. Jasper mentioned you are of Mexican descent, we spent a couple of ye-months in Jalisco and picked up a couple of recipes."

"Oh, really, that's so cool! My family is from Jalisco." Aurora noticed the slight slip up but didn't acknowledge it.

"What a coincidence." Carlisle clapped his hands, finishing off the plating.

It looked pretty good. There was only one plate, though. "Oh, are you guys not going to eat?"

"Oh no dear we ate before you came over and are pretty full still." Aurora nodded, and started to eat.

"This is really delicious. Thank you again."

Esme smiled, "No problem, dear. So tell me about yourself, Jasper has never brought anyone home." None of them did.

"Oh, um, I'm 16. I have Jasper in every class besides the last one that I have with Alice. I read a lot, draw a lot, listen to a lot of music. Oh, um, I live with my mom and grandma. We just moved her from LA."

Esme nodded. "Wow, you just turned 16, and you're a junior?" She nodded. Esme had a glint in her eyes.

"You're a very bright girl. I'm glad you and Jasper are together." Aurora's eyes darted to Jasper's.

"Oh, we're not together."

"Oh? And why not?"

She glanced up at Jasper, "I have no clue, Mrs. Esme, ask Jasper."

Esme and Carlisle laughed, and Jasper rolled his eyes. Aurora thanked them again for the food and gave them both a hug. "I hope you come back, dear."

Aurora nodded, not knowing what to say. Jasper took a car this time, a BMW. Fucking christ, Carlisle had to be a nepotism trust fund baby because fuck this house, cars, and motorcycles.

They drove in silence until Aurora spoke. "So, are you gonna go back to ignoring tomorrow?"

Jasper sighed, "Aurora, I want us to be close. I do. There's just some things I have to sort out."

Aurora nodded. He was lying. A small ,"Okay," was all she said.

They pulled up to Aurora's, Jasper was going to go open the door for her and walk her, but she got out before he did.

"Thank you for the ride and everything today." She shut the door and walked to her house, not sparing a glance back at him.

Jasper groaned. He was going to hunt for sure tonight. He waited until she was taking off her shoes before driving off.

Amora jumped up and all but ran to the door. She ushered her daughter inside. They sat down at the dining room table, Jacinda was outside smoking, she didn't want to hear Aurora's lecture.

"Aurora. I am going to ask you this once, okay? And you have to answer this honestly."

Aurora winced, "Did you drink?" Aurora looked at her hesitantly and nodded. Amora gave a sharp inhale.

"Is that why you and Bella fought?"

"Kind of."

"What's kind of Aurora?"

Aurora hesitantly spoke, "She left me with Jasper, I was tipsy, I shushed her off, and then she left with Jacob and his friends because he got sick, I think."

"And you fought about her leaving you with Jasper? When you were tipsy?"

"Okay," Amora breathed out, "I am disappointed that you drank Aurora. You're only 16. And I am a little disappointed at Bella for leaving you alone with Jasper when you were drunk. Why did you drink?"

"I don't know, honestly, Mama. They offered me a wine cooler, and I accepted. And I felt a little woozy, and then yeah."

"Was Jasper there the whole time?"

"No, we were walking around the woods by his house and heard us."

Amora didn't even want to ask the question, "Did he do anything?"

Aurora shook her head, "No, he didn't. He let me sleep in his bed while he went off and helped his mom."

Amora sighed in relief, "You were incredibly lucky Aurora, had it been someone else, this talk would be a lot different."

Aurora nodded. "Charlie caught wind from the parents on the reservation. He's already talked to Bella right now. I understand if you don't want to talk to her or, well, stay friends with her. But she does want to speak with you."

"I'll speak to her."

"Okay I'll tell Charlie and they'll come over. Go upstairs." Aurora nodded and went to her room.

About 10 minutes later, Bella knocked on the wood, "Hey."

"Hi."

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I shouldn't have blown up on you li-."

"No Aurora you were right! I shouldn't have left you alone regardless of who it was. I am so sorry Aurora. It was a shitty thing to do and I am a bad friend." Bella had tears streaming down her face.

Aurora did as well. She hugged Bella with her right arm. "We make mistakes, I was lucky it was Jasper and that Jasper is a gentleman and whatnot."

Bella nodded,"But still, even if he's the most upstanding guy, I should've stayed just in case."

The girls hugged while Charlie and Amora could hear them faintly. "I'm sorry again, Amora. I don't-."

Amora shook her head, "Well, it isn't okay, Bella is still a teenager, and sometimes teenagers make the wrong choice. But Aurora isn't hurt, and neither is Bella."

Hello yall! Another update :)

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ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILER DUMP BELOW 💥💥💥💥💥💥

starting with the cameos oh ymgod

BEN. BEN REILLY MY LITTLE EDGELORD. he is like fail girlfriend to me. I need to see more of the clone squad in part two (spiderboycough)

DONLAD GLOVER PROWLER HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LOSING it over his suit

AND THE OTHER LIVE ACTIONS UEOEOOGUH I DIDNT KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT!! EVERYONE THOUGHT THAT GWENS PETER WAS ANDREW (nope he's blonde) BUT NO ACTUAL ANDREW GARFIELD WAS IN THE 'SPIDERVERSE' VISUALISER ALONG W RAIMI UNCLE BEN GOTD DAMN!!!!!!!!!!

speaking of what everyone thought I love the changes from the trailer. Everyone saying oohhhh they're showing too much they're giving away the whole movie WRONG. YOU COULD NOT COOOMMPRREEHEEENDDD THE SHIT THAT WENT ON IN THERE.

miles' expression changes especially. he is Not as cringefail as initially believed put some respect on his name. he can be cringefail Later.

oh my godddd oh hyhg PAVITR.... PAVITR MY BEAUTIFUL BOY we need more of him we need more of him in part two do you hear me Sony.

'coconut oil, prayers and genetics' INCREDIBLE SHOWSTOPPING HILARIOUS

HIS UNIVERSE W A S OKAY FUCK YOU GUYS. HE DID JINX IT A COUPLE TIMES THOUGH BUT THATS NOT HIS FAULT

THE WAY HE HAS A GWEN.. AOUUUUUUUUUHH. CAPTAIN SINGH LIVES BABY

the way that the main tension in this movie is literally CAPTAIN STACY MUST DIE. so real

the thing is he usually doesn't too it's great

SPEAKING OF COMIC CONVENTIONS.

ULTIMATUM / THE PROWLER MILES MORALES

I TOLD YOU I SAID I SAID THERES GOING TO BE THE ORIGINAL MILES.

The movie is So good at letting you forget that the spider was glitching too. That's not his spider. Miles is the original anomaly OUUGGHGH (miguel was a Bitch for saying it like that tho)

ULTIMATE AARON DAVIS HIS FUCKING EYES HIS EEEYES MAN OUUUHHHHHHH

THE WAY ULTIMATE MILES' SPANISH IS BETTER. HIS BRAIDS. HES ON THE STREETS MORE. HES THE FUCKING PROWLER. AUG god they're gonna tell us who the spider was for ik and I do hope it's miles. yeah there's a spiderman miles who can exist but it's not you. You weren't supposed to be here. AUG

Since we have the Jefferson memorial maybe ultimatum has a great expectations piece too. maybe that's how he's reasoned with who knows I'd love to think that the collider is the split off point between both of them

Though that'd mean there'd need to be an og spiderman to make wilson fisk lose his family which there isn't- hey wait how was the spider created without fisk doing his dimensional shit. I thought we weren't allowed to acknowledge Norman Osborn.

also also also speaking of alchemex Spot being bagel guy. Of course he is. Holes

Do you think that was the inspiration. Bagel hole.

Anyways I need a full turnaround sheet of Ultimatum/Prowler I need to see him I love the glow and the spray on symbol aaaugghh

BETER AND GWEN FAKE AS HELL 🖕

I get the struggle tho. Beter and Captain Stacy made my dad cry.

ALSO GWENS BAND AT THE END

SORRY I ALMOST FORGOT HHOBBBIEEEE HOBIE 'if you want a watch just make one. we're spiderman we can just do it 🤨🤨🤨🤨' BROWN I LOVE HIS STYLE I LIVE FOR HIS STYLE PORTALS I LOVE HIS PROWLER THEME OH MY GOD

THE SOUNDTRACK RELEASES TOMORROW AND I NEED HIS PROWLER THEME YOU DONT GET IT

i get my 2 hours of gatekeeping this movie b4 it drops in america and I'm losing it I need to talk abt it with other ppl but I'm also is it mean to want to hold it away from ppl who don't care abt spiderman and idk what they do draw weird porn of every new movie and ppl who will misinterpret it completely that feels selfish of me Anyways

THIS MOVIE IS A MASTERPIECE. literally it's art it's animation oh hhhhhgh it's so gorgeous I'm not kidding it's bresthestking (PAVITRS SWINGING!!!!!) but it's also just SO FUCKING GOOD. THE SCENES THE SHOTS THEY WENT CRAZY ON ENVIRONMENTS OH MY GLORD

ITS SO GOOD. ITS SO GOOODODDDDDDDDDDDD AUG

I'm seeing it again in like 2 days . I will not be satiated until 2024.

[darkpeacemusic]

Incorrect Horror Villain Quotes Because I have nothing to do in my life part 3

(Contains some Michael x Jason, Art x Spaulding x Pennywise, and Billy x Stu)

*Michael and Jason's house is on fire, but they don't know it*

Michael: Damn, it's hot in here.

Jason: I know, it's so hot there's smoke coming out of the vent!

Michael:

Michael: First of all, I'm assuming you have no idea what the problem with that statement is.

Jason: What?

Michael: Second of all, we need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.

Chucky: I want to kiss you.

Tiffany, not paying attention: What?

Chucky: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Stu: I've connected the two dots.

Billy (OG Ghostface): You didn't connect shit.

Stu: I've connected them.

Chucky, texting: O

Brahms: What?

Chucky: Don’t read into that.

Brahms: But I will read into that.

Chucky: HOW?! IT’S A LETTER!

Brahms: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm?

Chucky: Dude, really?

Chucky: It’s a fucking letter.

Brahms: It could stand for something!

Chucky: IT DOESN’T, I PROMISE!

Brahms: Like Oppression! Or worse…

Chucky: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/

Brahms: Optometrist.

Chucky: Oh my God…

Pennywise: Spaulding, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Spaulding: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

Spaulding: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Art: Yes.

Spaulding: I love you.

Art: It back.

*Later*

Chucky: Why is Spaulding crying face-down on the floor?

*Everyone is giving advice to Billy (OG Ghostface)*

Hannibal: It's okay to ask for help.

Chucky: You're not a burden.

Thomas: Murder is okay.

Stu: Your feelings matter.

Jason: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.

Jason: Oh no, where did it go?

Jennifer: JASON WHAT THE FUCK?!

Stu: I owe you one.

Billy (OG Ghostface): That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

Jennifer: Firstly, how dare you use mathematics to make me look stupid!

Jennifer: I’m actually very good at mathematics.

Jennifer: Thirdly, I think you might be right.

[sleepy-achilles]

Me again 🫣

Could I ask you to write something where Shawn is going off on someone for saying bad things about Taker?

My fav thing in your writing is protective mama Shawn 🥲

I'm working on Leon's nightmare part 4. I just need time, as yk I have no idea my og plan for it.

Hbtaker- Fiesty Chihuahua

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"You need to watch your mouth!" "Or what!?"

Taker doesn't like the sound of that at all. He pushes the lockeroom door open to see everyone just staring at shawn and Bret. Oh god.

"You got a crush on the freak?" Bret smirks. "You think your so damn cool that you can just disrespect someone without knowing what they go through?" Shawn asks moving closer to the man. "Why do you care?" Bret snaps. "Because I'm sick of you being a dick and getting easy with it!" Shawn barks before shoving him. Bret raises an eyebrow. "You don't wanna do this over that freak" bret hisses. "Hes not a freak! You are!" Shawn yells. "At least I've got my fa-" bret doesn't even get to finish his sentence before shawns punching him.

Everyone stares in shock as shawn knocks the older man to the ground. Shawn growls quietly as he plants his foot firmly on brets chest and stares down at him. "Keep his name and their names out of your mouth." Shawn warns. "Or what" bret spits. "Ill kick your fucking head off" Shawn doesn't hesitate. He slams his foot against brets chest before moving away.

He stops as he turns to be met with taker. Takers face is a picture of shock. "Hey takes" Shawn smiles all innocently as if he didn't just hand bret his own ass. "Great match tonight" Shawn states before walking past him. "Thanks?" Taker whispers confused as the blonde leaves.

Goldust is quick to pull taker out of the eyes. "Nice guard dog" he jokes. Taker just turns and stares at the closing door. "Yeah..." Taker mutters still confused.

It was safe to say no one messed with taker after that.

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Notes

Short but sweet

Mhm that's how I like it

[the-official-account]

episode 24 B)

Okay so last episode was intense and I'm raring to find out what happens next, but I'm EXTRA excited because I've been curious what this episodes title is about since literally my very first listen. another so-while-drawing so if commentary is slightly unhinged/sparse you know why

"EXCEPT WAIT DIAMONDS IN THE ROOM" mood bestie fuck

and ajsrlfhadsjhfaskf Vellum gets THREE drinks. Circular snacks....

ALJJAFSDGL;AJSFD "is it a nice shot of his booty?" the good side is the backside ;)

"but she does touch her beak to your forhead" awhhhhhhh!!! Penumbra podcast has made me permanently associate bird-woman kisses with the most heart wrenching gestures of affection one has ever encountered

HE GOES TO DRAW HIS SWORDS AND THEN ITS NOT THERE SO HE DRAWS HIS GUN

Diamond does not deserve any fucking donuts, everyone gets donuts BUT diamond. and yeah!! grey IS in town!!!

"no i successfully--" shut uuuuuup asdfjhasdlfasdf

THEY DID NOT JUST CALL BRUNHILDE-- MY FUCKING BRUNHILDE, MY FAVORITE AUNT, LIGHTS OF MY LIFE, PRIMODONNA BLORBOESS, A FUCKING REBOUND???? A REBOUND???? BITCH THEY ARE MARRIED.

"he brought back oolong" noooo!!!!

"I have never hated a person so much, i wanted to do violence just now :D!" ANYAAAA LMAOOOO

"spar looks relieved" awhhhhhh they're so precious!!! I'm gonna crush them in a vice

;asdfasldfasdf spar and jakub's eyebrow conversation is soooo good. god i adore them sm

LASJHFA;LSDFJASDF GOD I FORGOT HE CAN CLIMB WALLS. AND HE JUST DOES THIS IN FRONT OF JAKUB LMAOOO

"they're a flystander because it's high up"

I need to write a fic where, like, Ipswitch is visiting Vassa Natura and Jakub has him step inside briefly while he goes to grab his coat or something and then is like "wait lemme show him the closet he'll probably like that" and is confused as to why Ipswitch is treating this like he just handed him a copy of his key

These consecutive jokers are hilarious. Safety checks matter, Essay!!! XDDD

AWHHHHH THE NOSE BUMP KISS

HE LEARNED EMBROIDERY. AWH.

ILA KNOWS TAEKWONDO? VERY COOL

RAISED BY A TRIBE OF ELVEN ACCOUNTANTS THAT INVENTED ZERO IM DEEEEEEAAAAD.

I'm SO excited for the quiet year series

I'm having so much fun :) I missed Grey

I think it's high time to upgrade diamond from "person of interest" to "suspect"

greggginnnnns <3<3

og course vellum and grey start tinkering kdlsjf;asdfjasdf they're so family. GREY HUH!!! :0 YAYYYYY

Grey and Diamond better not fucking be an item rn.

I need vellum and spar to hug so bad rn.

"wait...jack's missing?" asjdhf;ladsjkfa;sdjlk

i need them to hug SO SO BAD.

The forearm squeeze. WAH

spar was vulnerable for 2.5 seconds and then pulled back like he was burned al;dsjfa;lkdjf

"why were you scared?" "Spar looks at vellum like he's stupid" AWHHHHHH AWHHH THE QUICK LITTLE KISS IM. THATS SO CUUUTEEEE. your honor they love eachother!!!!

i NEED max and vellum to be friends so bad. I need them to have that friends-to-siblings arc i NEED this

OH. DAMN.

"Hey uh. Max. I've been wanting to meet you--" "Sorry my mom killed your parents and then herself." "......uh. Yeah" LJSHDALG;AHSDGF LIKE IMAGINE THAT CONVERSATION-- FUCK.

I was kinda close about the werekid situation though!!! Max sure is a kid of a were!

Vellum and grey's relationship is something that can be SO precious in my heart <3

Vellum is gonna be such a good big brother he's gonna be SUCH a good brother he's gonna be SOOOOOOO THEY"RE A FUCKING FAMILY YOUR HONOR!!!!! YOUR HONOR!!!!!!!

"First i need to confess something" i am instantly so suspicious again. "none of this is gonna matter soon" THATS NOT A REASSURING THING

THE SPIKE WAS FAKED????

"What I want to do with the radiotower is unethical" I at least respect the self awareness

OHHHHHH SHIT PROVIDENCE IS THE DECK!!! THAT'S WHY NOTHING HAPPENED IN CINDERSHORE, I WAS SO CONVINCED THAT WAS SOME KINDA CHAOS GOD

sometimes I forget that vellum got a little misery after drawing that card and I just keep laughing.

"some thing that providence is a god" HAHAHA BITCH IM BACK IN THE GAME

"how can we even control it to accomplish your goal?" You gotta sacrifice something messy and big, i think......If bridge is to be believed.

"The cards don't get destroyed after?" AJSHDFAL;DSFHASDKFH THE ONE YOUR BURNED YEAH-- THAT BITCH REFUUUSED TO DIE

Spar is absolutely not gonna be on board with the providence thingg. However finding a way to contain it would be ideal. Though if providences IS a god that might not be possible at all.

"NOW I WANNA GO MEET YOUR BOYFRIEND" MY JAW DROOOOOOOOPPED. LMAOOOOOOOOO

L;KASFDGFAL;SDFASDF NOT ME THINKING THERE WERE AD AT THE END.

Okay.....episode 25 is the last ep up and I'm gonna be kinda busy tomorrow so I think I might just....just go for it! Why not! I'm not scared at all hahahahhaha!!! having the bonus content to cushion my fall will be nice too. but god i just need to know what grey says to spar askjfl;asdjfa;sdf

@threeheartscast

[chaosoftheages]

Autumn Reacts: Victim

cross-posted from my ao3 bc why not

Anyways.

"And Alan still refuses to release the identity of the new plushie." *Looks at the thumbnail* "Wait actually nvm I might know who it is."

"ALAN WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Why tf did you LEAVE HIM ALONE-"

"Alan I think leaving Victim by himself was a bad idea-"

"Why do I feel like this caused more chaos than the arise of Chosen and Dark attacking the internet"

"Honestly I don't care about the cutie that was just created but WHO THE HECK IS THAT-"

"Ohhh so this is how all my ao3 chapters get posted🤣"

"OHHHHH THATS HOW HE BECAME GREY."

"Ahhh...he's traumatized🥺 the poor baby"

"NOOOO NOT THE PTSD >:( ALAN HOW DARE YOU."

"Why is that place low-key so fucking pretty like I would LIVE THERE WHO'S WITH ME."

"Oooooh. People."

"WHY IS THIS ACTUALLY THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN WHAT THE FUCK ALAN WHY-"

"Is this where everyone starts hyperfixating on the TV King was watching the og Animation vs. Minecraft on???"

"I can't tell if Agent ships it, or if he's a jealous little soul, but either way, this is adorable and I need to see her in the next episode"

"It's 2011 already????"

"Victim how the fuck do you pull women like that I need to know."

"Move over Red that sheep is my new favorite character...now how to make him suffer."

"Wait what where'd she go-"

"Agent be like "dw bestie I gotchu" and is on the job despite possibly being drunk as hell and I love it"

"WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DID AGENT GO-"

"Oh good Misti's alive I was about ready to break kneecaps."

"HOLD ON LIKE FIVE SECONDS." *aggressive pausing* "HOLY SHIT IT'S PURPLE :DDD"

"Oh wait does this mean Chosen and Dark tried to kill Purple lmao"

"So on top of whatever the fuck Navy was, Purple ended up a survivor of the NewGrounds attack WHY MUST WE ALL BE MEAN TO PURPLE WHAT THE FUCK...Actually nvm I can't say that I do the same thing"

My friend: Pls don't make that a oneshot

Me: I won't, but I could add that to two certain series'...

Friend: Autumn no-

"Oh GOOD Agent's alive the HANDS I WOULD HAVE BEEN THROWING."

"Misti you sweet soul I love you-MITSI NO-"

"Alan you are really testing me here."

*watches Misti die, has an expression of horror*

"...That was just fucked up."

"Chosen the hands I am tempted to throw with you for that. I recommend you run."

"Agent if I were you I'd back the fuck up and run for your life."

"Oh hi Dark :3"

"Hi Rocket Corp" *knows I can incorporate this into AISC in some way*

"The way that one dude saw Agent and went "OH MY GOD YOUR ALIVE" is so silly"

"THE SHEEP LIVES YIPIEEE!!!!"

"Victim is probably like "what the fuck where are my wife and bestie" while his wife's now dead and Agent is SOMEHOW still alive"

"Victim really said "OH MY GOD YOUR ALIVE THANK FUCK NOW WHERE'S MY WIFE" and it's so silly. He and Agent are bestie westies🥺"

"Agent looks so traumatized the poor soul"

"NOOOO NOT MITSI😭"

"Way to go Alan you made Agent cry. I have beef with you now."

"Victim be like "When I get this guy I swear to GOD he's going to pay" and it makes me wonder if Mitsi is going to be brought up against Chosen in the next couple of episodes."

"2018 be like"

"Victim in solitude is so sad like bro why are we making Victim suffer what did he do to deserve this."

"Agent you beloved soul I love you but your about to make me rearrange my top ten favorite characters in this franchise."

"WHY ARE YOU RUNNING TOWARDS GLOBAL DESTRUCTION WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU."

"Oh hey look it's Chosen and Alan saving the world"

"Yeah that's right you better fuckin run."

"I think Victim is slowly losing his mind."

"So are they still pumping out tv's and all that? They should be, because King saw Second and the others on a Rocket Corp TV, though I don't think we've been given canon dates for when Gold died...I'm still confused"

"Dart gun????"

""Are we being watched?" By aliens or by Rocket Corp?"

"ALAN YOU CAN'T JUST END IT THERE BRO WHAT THE FUCK."

"...Okay that's it I need Victim and Misti plushies."

[fail-boy]

okok i did the playlists...i hope it sends bc i know tumblr gets weird with links

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUljoUDIIcPQogdOE124yj6sGb2WzrvSX&si=bQWn-xASUqMr6oJZ (video essay playlist, it hasnt been updated in a bit besides the couple i added on just now, but it's the ones ive watched more than once. ill definitely be adding onto it over time!!)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4ZoTzZJYiXF3UwDmPEQnGO?si=Og-Yhho6SE2NUIxeWJt-MA&pi=u-GGePLzyXQOe6 (playlist !!!!!! it was only gonna be a couple but. now it's eight hours...)

im very normal and not thinking about your lap still (it's been plaguing me for days), and i also did Not (i did) consider that you'd look rlly hot smoking while i was there 😔 ive never smoked before but i kinda wanna try it with you 🫣 id rather try edibles though first bc of those thc(?) nerds ropes!!!! they were my favorite candy growing up :3333

weeee okok ill try to catch up with dnp....thank you for the suggestion :3

my faaaavorite musical is falsettos (and in trousers which is like the prequel to it!), and i also really love ride the cyclone!!!!! the character jane doe is my favorite :] if you ever have the time i recommend ride the cyclone, it's an hour long (compared to falsettos being two hours long...) n really fun !! you can find it on youtube :3 (i also like bmc, i like to reenact bits and pieces of it as michael when im bored !!!!)

hereditary !!!!!!!!!! i absolutely love hereditary ive only seen it once but aaaaugh....peter is my favorite character n i care about him a lot :[ i tried watching saw but i got sad bc i was worried adam was gonna die and i immediately got attached to him lol, but i wanna try again !!!!! everyone talks about it so much i gottaaaaa, ill be brave 😤😤

i hope you're doing good today :33333 sending you all my love and good vibes for your cornflakes !!!!!!!!

- 🫀🦷

hey sugar! it's so lovely to hear from you again <3

fuck yeah! i gave it a look through and ive seen a couple and some are new to me! im definitely gonna watch some tonight while me and my gf have the house to ourselves <3

ooooooh thanks cutie!!! im very excited to give this a listen as well! you have good taste pup i like lots of these songs <3

sweet thing <3 i want you in my lap more than anything, wanna cuddle you and kiss you and hold you while you try and be good for me <3 id love to smoke with you! that would be a lot of fun, we can start you with little joints and blunts and then build up to pipes and bongs :p i bet youd look gorgeous hitting a bong and getting all stoned <3

hell yeah! i rly hope you enjoy their videos, they're so good <3

oh yes ive heard of that! very good taste bb! ill try and check them both out this week, i have lots of time to myself! god ur really fucking adorable sugar id love to watch you sing your lil heart out

yippee!!! i have two hereditary tattoos; charlie's pigeon drawing in her notebook, and the little sigil that pops up everywhere (like on the grandma's necklace) <3 peter is my fave he's such a good relatable character! awww sugar thats so real of you, i wish i could watch it with you so i could hold you and keep you safe! maybe watch it with your partner and they can snuggle you while you watch it and keep u cozy and safe! its a really really good movie i think youll enjoy it!! adam is the scrunkly

my day was pretty good! busy as hell but im almost done for the day, just need to order dinner and eat <3 thank u sugar im sending good vibes right back and kisses and hugs <3

[ghost-proofbaby]

Hailey!!! Bestie! Most glorious of writers of the fics!

First off! Wow congratulations! Look at what you have accomplished. How do you feel?

Shire is over and what an ending/epilogue/whatever. Oh my gourd. It was great. I am so excited to see what Mordor brings because just from that ending, it looks like you're taking it in a new direction and I *chefs kiss* CANNOT WAIT for this rollercoaster ride. (Even if it is not, I don't care. Because I know it's gonna be the drama.)

Some of my favorite things, which (since I was a late finding your fit itself) I have never mentioned before: - Dennys. Oh my god, the inclusion of Denny's. It isn't a local diner, it isn't Bennys, it is the cursed restaurant that most of us in the states love and rely on in the most beautiful or desperate of times. I love it. I love you. - Robin and Willow just being BFFLs. Because it felt so real. All of it. Like I could transpose myself and my irl best friend and yeah, it all checked out. And just...the further development of Robin's character as a best friend, because in the show we really sort of get crumbs too. I loved it. - Willow's familial relationships/trauma/guilt and then healing, specifically within herself but also in relation with her mom. I don't think I need to elaborate, but it gets my butt clenching in the most emotional way ok? (I am like a puppy who gets the wiggles) -And then of course the Eddie of it all. Not once did he feel out of character, he was perfect, I fell in love with his character even more while reading how you wrote him. I think we all have "our Eddie" who we are writing, but yours is so fleshed out and gorgeous. UGH.

Anyway, sorry for the long ask, I'm just so happy and excited. Congrats again boo! <3<3<3

jo!! bestie!! fellow glorious fic writer!! hello!!! <3

my emotions are definitely all over the place right now. i'm feeling a lil nervous, a lot of excitement, and, dare i say... a lil proud? like, hey, look at me. i did it!! i said i was gonna do it and i did it!!

it'll definitely be a rollercoaster ride for sure! i've got a lot of fun stuff planned, and i can't wait to see how this story gets to evolve similarly to how shire did!! right now i'm just hoping it lives up to everyone's expectations and my own <3 time will tell

those are definitely some of my favorite things too oh my gosh (if i was on my phone you'd be getting the simpy emoji i overuse). i started writing/brainstorming this fic in denny's, and once i realized that benny's was one letter off? c'moooon. i couldn't help myself. gotta pay homage to our roots some how (i will forever miss the crew who used to let me and audrey sit around until 2 am and allowed us to claim a booth as our own as we consumed more coffee than any human beings ever should. i hope they're doing well </3). and speaking of audrey, i based a lot of robin and willow's friendship on ours, so i'm giving her so much credit. for those of you who don't know who i'm referencing, i'm talking about my irl best friend. she listened to me rant about this fic like a maniac until i put pen to paper technically fingers to keyboard, and was my og reader for this story. she saw every version, every deleted chapter and every stupid idea i randomly had at 3 am. she's my own personal robin, and i love her so damn much. even more than i love our canon robin buckley, which is a fuck ton. she was the og comfort character before eddie. gotta put some respect on her name.

i love, love, love the fact that there is so many versions of eddie out there, and every time people tell me how i wrote him is in fact very in character, my heart swells three sizes bigger. i know i've fallen in love with that boy 200 times over with the incredibly talented writers on here, with versions of him as a mechanic, as a single dad, as a record store worker, as a swinger, as a rockstar - you get the point. the fact that y'all still find room to love 'my' eddie leaves me in awe and just. gosh. thank you. cheers to our eddies and the way we all love every version of this boy, in every universe! the story and background may shift, but the core boy who stole our hearts in season 4 remains, and i think there's something poetic to be said about that (not by me, but i know it's there.)

as always, don't ever apologize for long asks. i'm forever honored that you guys like my story enough to share your thoughts, with me and with each other. could make a grown man cry. or a 23 year old woman, in this case. i love you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[sweetnsour1]

12:18

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader

Happy Halloween🖤

“Y/n…I don’t think he’s gonna’ pop out of the fridge.” You blinked away the heavy glare from your face, wondering how long you had been making the beer sweat as you reached for a cold one.

“Hmm…no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” Her words were half sung, carrying the unmistakable melody of you’re-a-fucking-liar.

You stayed silent, feeling relieved when Mina dropped it. She was more interested in spinning around the kitchen in search of a bottle opener. You leaned back, careful to not dent the papier-mâché gauntlets you were sporting. The counter would’ve dug into the small of your back if the thick belt of your costume were placed any lower. You looked down the orange and black covering your body.

“Will you stop makin’ faces? Although….it does kinda complete the look.” You took a sip of your beer in reply, laughing when she finally realized they were twist off caps.

“This was such a dumb idea.”

“Hey! It was my super cute idea. Everyone else is having fun wearing each other’s OG hero costumes.” You felt a pull on your mask, turning to glare at the pink finger that had flicked the explosive accessories attached to them. “You’re just mad you had to dress as him.” She booped your nose, preemptively transitioning your glare to a laugh.

“Ugh, sorry. This costume just turns me into such an asshole.”

“Hmm, maybe that’s true for Bakugou too.”

“Nah, he’s still an asshole eight costumes later.”

“You keepin’ track, huh?”

“Oh, shut up. It came up when I had to search for pics of this stupid thing.”

“I see. So how many hours did you spend staring at pictures of the man you allegedly hate?”

“Oh my god. You’re impossible.” You waited for your laughter to stop before taking another long drink. “I don’t hate Bakugou. I just said he’s an asshole.”

“I think you like him.” Mina danced out of the way, dodging most of the beer you accidentally sprayed her way.

“The fuck? That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Man, you really do sound just like him.” She was faster this time as she leapt out of your gauntlets reach.

“You are such a brat…raccoon eyes.” You stuck out your tongue, but followed her out of the kitchen.

She didn’t understand. Mina was lucky, she’d gotten Red Riot in the blind draw. She had just dug through Kirishima’s closet and was now wearing most of his original costume. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t be caught dead asking Dynamight for a fucking favor. Although, you had regretted the time you’d spent looking at stupid fan pages after work, trying to find any content showing his high school hero work. The quantity hadn’t really been an issue, but the quality was…unexpected?

You hadn’t meant to land on so many sites thirsting after the man that pissed you off every day. You hadn’t even known until a couple weeks ago, how many people would kill to be in the Bakugou proximity you were forced into daily. They would love to be shouldered away from the coffee pot as he stomped through the break room, lecturing you about being a sleep deprived idiot. They’d find a deeper reason for why he was such a condescending prick when you forgot to put something in your report…or why he even felt the need to check your reports in the fucking first place. He wasn’t even your superior…much less your boss. They would have spent the last week wondering what it would be like to kiss him every time his lips parted into that annoying shitty smirk of his. But you…you’d never think those things.

You drained your beer, almost knocking yourself in the face with your costume when you swiped the back of your hand across your lips. You wouldn’t let yourself think those things. That’d be too…you grabbed another drink from the bucket of ice on the table. Mina was so wrong, and you knew exactly how to prove it.

“Hey, so that American guy we borrowed got Deku in the draw right?” You scanned the room, quickly spotting the bright green ears.

“Yea, but he-“ She smiled when she caught onto your line of sight. “Why? You think he looks good in it?” You rolled your eyes, passing her your drink.

“I don’t know if anyone looks good in a bright green rabbit onesie, but I’ll go check.”

You tried not to get distracted while you crossed the room, but Mina’s party idea had been really fucking cute. It was fun seeing everyone dressed as everyone. You only nodded to anyone trying to catch your attention. You were on a mission. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking of the report you’d submitted today. The one Bakugou hadn’t read because he had left early. It was stupid. You were angry every time he showed up in your doorway with a report he hadn’t been given. And yet, you were even angrier today when he hadn’t. Maybe those fans online would know…have a headcanon. You frowned, stomping the rest of the way to the Deku two heads taller than you were.

The American hero looked like he might’ve gotten carried away with the thickness of the boots or something. You didn’t remember him being so fucking tall. You noticed his mask was down as the beer fell back to his side. Perfect…just go for it. It was a party, right? You tapped the green back of the costume, feeling a twinge of jealousy at how much more soft and comfortable it seemed compared to yours. When he turned, you grabbed the front, tugging him down to meet your lips. Take that, Mina. Someone who liked Bakugou wouldn’t have done that. You squirmed when a heavy hand on the back of your head kept you from pulling away. You finally broke free from him.

“The fuck are you-“ Red eyes silenced you. Your mouth was left open and useless as he skirted his gaze down and up your body.

“Tryna get a job as my sidekick?” Your mouth snapped shut. You knew you probably did look just like him as you glared and fucking spun on your heel, ready to stomp away. He was just such-

You couldn’t move further. He had a hold of your arm above the gauntlet. You waited to be yanked backwards for an explanation, but he shifted himself around instead, releasing your arm when he stood in front of you.

“Calm down, Dynamight.”

“It’s actually Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You tried to keep snarling, but it was too hard not to laugh halfway through the name. There’s no way you’d have been able to keep glaring anyway…not when he was smiling at you like that.

“Sorry, a nerd should know better.” He swatted at his green ears, making you…giggle? You caught pink and red movement across the room. This really wasn’t the show you’d expected to give Mina. He grabbed at your cheeks, pulling your gaze back to meet his. “Ya look good.” You swatted his hands away as soon as your brain stopped being so sluggish.

“I always look good.”

“Yea…you do.” You were almost too distracted by the darkening of his eyes to notice his arm snake around your waist. You stumbled into his chest when he pulled you, instinctively moving your hands up to brace the impact. “So what am I gonna have to do to get another kiss?” You were halfway ready to explain your mistake when you felt it. The not so steady beating beneath your fingertips. He was-

You looked back into red, confirming your suspicion. For once, he wasn’t making things difficult. He made it easy. Easy to see the way his eyes darted down to your mouth before staying firmly focused on your gaze. Easy to feel the way he tightened his grip. Easy to hear the way his voice softened around your name when you didn’t answer. He was nervous. You smiled, but didn’t move any closer. Fuck it.

“Ya just gotta ask, ya fuckin’ nerd.”

a/n obviously Katsuki lost a bet with the bakusquad that got him stuffed into a rabbit

This story was inspired by an ask sent in by the lovely @cheezitwh0re

Masterlist

[stealingyourbones]

The whole tucker is a pharaoh thing - i thought maybe hawkman would recognize him? Idk a lot about hawkman/woman but im p sure one of their origin stories is that their the reincarnation of two ancient thanagarians that crash landed in ancient egypt and basically jump started human civilization? Maybe tucker was the one human that understood their tech the best when they tried to teach primitive humans and because of that, he became the first pharaoh after the golden age of the gods or something

Honestly at this point there's so many different Hawkman's origin stories that I will simply take your word for it. His entire backstory is so endlessly confusing. Is he Carter Hall? Cool so is it Carter or Karter? Is he actually called Carter Hall or is it just an alias? Is he Carter Hall Jr. who’s actually Fell Ander? Is he Hawkgod and the fusion of Hawkgirl, Carter Hall, and Karter Hall? Is he an alien or a human this time? Is it 9th or Nth metal this time? Who fuckin knows. There's more origins and heroes who carry the Hawkman title than members of the Batfamily istg.

Okokok so let’s just stick to the OG backstory: He’s an thanagarian who is reincarnated as the Egyptian Prince Kufu who got murdered via a cursed dagger and then continues from there. Dude is a brutal space cop that grew up on a war society planet. Dude is a cannon to aim and fire. He was kinda made as a way to go “let’s push the Green Arrow being a good liberal leaning guy” thing by having a completely opposite vibe.

He’s a space cop that is so hot headed and brutal dude that’s like a mix of Indiana Jones and Blue Lives Matter combo. (Indiana Jones is a tad odd but he was a museum curator so I think it’s pretty apt.) He’s so headstrong and fierce and even Batman is like “hey bro can u calm down the brutalness a tad?” He’s intentionally an unlikable character because he has all these memories and tragedies that he pushes everything away. (He also has a very toxic relationship with Hawkwoman but that would take far too long to get into but in summary: She has no memories of being Hawkwoman the two are literally destined to be together. Hawkman is a tad too obsessed with his lover and sometimes they meet and she is FAR too young for Hawkman.)

This is my interpretation of Hawkman since most of the comics I’ve read of him are silver age. I’m unsure how he is now but back then he was a full on sociopath who grew up on a war planet and is fully willing to kill.

Hawkman has to come to terms that everyone he loves will die and he will continue to exist. Imagine his pure delight to see a familiar person after years of only having Hawkwoman as a familiar companion.

(Black Adam also was a champion fighter for Prince Kufu so you could definitely mess around with Tucker knowing both)

I’d love that Tucker helps Prince Kufu and then proceeds to be the first pharaoh after the gods and just has a enemies to begrudging-respect relationship. This guy is just causing death and chaos and Tucker is just trying to live life. They keep meeting up and recognizing each other (mostly cause Carter never fuckin stops using the same name) and having petty squabbles. Tucker does his best to just piss off Hawkman at every possible opportunity. The League is very confused that this fucking child seems to know Hawkman and just RUTHLESSLY talks shit about him almost nonstop.

They do help each other though, they can relate to living far longer and seeing oh so many things that no human should ever see. They dispise each other but if it’s needed, they have the other’s back.

1, 2, 3

[sugarfluffandallthatgoodstuff]

cuddles for cuties

Kirishima x fem!reader x Bakugou

Tw: ever so slight mentions of bullying, injuries, Mineta being a disgusting pervert, Monoma being an ass as usual, cussing, fluff fluff fluff galore, and a glorious loving 3 way relationship. also my first fic ever please be kind

Also Reader is supposed to be from Norway and have a siren quirk (kinda like the sirens from equestria girls but basically on steroids) your last name in this fic is Kronsen just for reference.

1,550 words

Your POV

beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeee-

SLAM

sigh

Well there goes the 12th alarm clock this month. Why does school need to start at such an ungodly hour?! It doesn’t help that Mr.Aizawa puts all of us through the most gruesome amount of training imaginable. I slowly get off my bed only to end up stepping on the glass lamp that used to be next to the now demolished alarm clock and then having several glass shards in both my feet. Wow looks like this situation couldn’t get any worse right? Haha no. Because I then had to walk with the glass burying itself deeper in my feet as I went to go grab the tweezers to pull them out. I pulled each of the 47 pieces of glass out and finally bandaged ‘em both up only to find out I was now 30 minutes behind schedule even though the dorms were only a 15 minute walk to the school tops. Great now I gotta worry about burdening the class by interrupting their instruction. It doesn’t help either that Kiri’s grades are awful and he’s distracted easily so now I’m gonna feel worse cause now I am gonna end up causing more pain in my 2 boyfriends lives. 

~tidshopp~

damn glass making it so I can’t run as fast and-

THUMP

“hey loser maybe watch where you’re going. I would think someone in class 1A would know to do that”

jee thanks Monoma 

“Kronsen-chan!”

Great now everyone is gonna see me thanks for that Midoriya

“Kronsen are you ok?! You’re not hurt are you?! Do you need to go see Recovery Girl?! Should I tell-”

“I-I’m o-ok M-Midoriya. T-t-trust me I-I’ve been th-through w-worse.” 

Damn my social anxiety

“O-oh o-ok um would you like me to walk you to class?”

“N-no th-thank y-you I-I’ll be th-there s-soon”

“Ok I’ll tell Mr.Aizawa you’ll be at class soon and you got held up.”

“Th-thank y-you I-I’m s-sorry”

“No need to apologize! What are friends for?”

I sure as hell hope Bakugou doesn’t hear about this...

~tidshopp~

“Good to finally see you Kronsen”

“I-I’M S-S-SO S-S-S-SOR-RY I-I-I’M L-L-LATE! M-M-MR. A-A-AIZAW-WA” I whisper yelled because I worry about being too loud and further upsetting everyone else. 

“You’re fine just go sit down”

So with that I trudged to my seat and put my head down 

jeez can this day get any worse?

Really shouldn’t have asked that question albeit in my head.

“hey~~~”

God fucking damnit not this again

“I bet I could treat you right if you let me see up your skirt~”

“P-ple-ease l-leave m-me al-”

“OI DIPSHIT”

uh oh

**“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND OR I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU” **

I look up at Bakugou

“S-Suki i-it’s-”

I get cutoff again

“SHITTY HAIR GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE”

“Jeez Bakubro you need to chill, what’s the problem?”

“I-I-”

“dude just let me touch her tits at least”

I swear I could almost see the lightbulb light up above Kirishima’s head

“You know what I changed my mind deal with him as you want Bakugou”

“Thanks Shitty Hair”

I truly felt like I wanted to shrivel up and die

“Hey are you ok Y/N?”

Kirishima was now kneeling in front of me 

“I-I’m o-ok”

“sigh ok just let me know if you need anything promise?”

“P-promise”

~tid hoppe til lunsj~

“Hey loser”

“please leave me alone Monoma”

“ugh I still can’t believe they let someone with a villain quirk into the hero course”

that was it

I had it 

“HØR DU ET LITT JÆVEL DET JEG ER MINST OM TENSENS AV ANDRE MENNESKER OG HAR IKKE RYGGALEN TIL EN KOKT SPAGHETTI NUDLE! JEG ER OVERRASKET OVER AT DE LATER SÅ BEKLÆRLIG Unyttig, JÆVEL MISLYKKET ABORT SOM DU PÅ DENNE SKOLEN I DET HELT! NÅ BARE LA MEG OG KLASSEN MIN BARE!”***

the whole cafeteria went dead silent 

I could feel the hot tears burning behind my eyes 

but I didnt care

I sprinted out of the room and ran back to my dorm room

Kirishima’s POV

what just happened

I look over at Bakubro and he looks just as shocked and confused as me

where on earth did Y/N learn to yell that loud?

something is going on

“We have to go after her”

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I agree”

so we now just had to think of where she could have gone

Your POV

the second the door shut behind me I locked in and sunk to the floor and started to cry uncontrollably as I remembered everything about today and everything I said.

god it hurt

I started to sing Let you Down and without me knowing my quirk started to bloom again and the heptagonal gem in my chest started to glow too

“Feels like we're on the edge right now” “I wish that I could say I'm proud”

“I'm sorry that I let you down” “I let you down”

“All these voices in my head get loud” “I wish that I could shut them out” “I'm sorry that I let you down” “Let you down”

as I finished the second verse I heard banging on my door

“Y/N KRONSEN OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR”

I never in my life realized that the Katsuki Bakugou would use someone’s actual name much less their full name

“I don’t want to burden you Suki”

Kirishima chimes in

“Y/N baby please let us in we just want to help it really is no burden at all”

“YEAH LET US IN OR I’M GOING TO BLOW THIS FUCKING DOOR OFF THE HINGES”

then I barely heard what Kirishima said next

“Bakubro we don’t need to do that. I got a better idea.”

oh no

oh god please no

click clink

CLICK

creak

then they both walked in and crossed their arms silently looking at my shriveled up form 

Kiri is the first to speak up

“Y/N please tell us whats happening”

“really it’s not that big a deal I’m just being a baby”

“No if you literally run out of the room and scream then it’s bad”

sigh

“fine”

I then told them everything. The lamp, running late, being tripped, the incident with mineta, and how I finally snapped when Monoma called my quirk a villain’s quirk.

“What did you even say to him? Just curious”

“inhale LISTEN HERE YOU A LITTLE FUCKING SHIT I AM AT LEAST CONSIDERATE OF OTHER PEOPLE AND DO NOT HAVE THE SPINE OF A COOKED SPAGHETTI NOODLE! I AM SURPRISED THAT THEY LET SUCH DEPLORABLE USELESS FUCKING FAILED ABORTION LIKE YOU IN THIS SCHOOL AT ALL! NOW JUST LEAVE ME AND MY CLASS ALONE!”***

“i’m not proud of what I said because it was mean.”

“he deserved it”

“KIRI?!?!?!”

“what you stood up for yourself without being violent”

“I just want to be left alone right now.”

“no”

“wha-”

“get on the bed”

“huh?!”

“you heard me”

“Kiri put her on the bed”

“ok”

all of a sudden Kirishima picked me up princess style and got onto my bed with me and held me close to him literally as tight as he possibly could while nuzzling his cheek to my face and whispering “I love you my adorable cutie” over and over

the blush on my face was redder than his hair. 

“take it back”

“w-what?”

“take back every nasty thing you said about yourself today”

“what’s wrong with me telling the truth?”

Bakugou looks at Kirishima and nods

next thing I know my wrists are pinned above my head with Kirishima smiling down at me 

“come on my cutie pie please just one little smile and nice thine about yourself”

“um...I guess I’m kind of strong? I um.. kind of shattered my alarm clock again.” and I gave the most natural looking fake smile of all tme.

“MMm-yeah no looks like were gonna have to get it out of you”

“w-what?”

“ready Bakubro?”

“let’s get going with this”

Kirishima then starts giving little butterfly kisses all over my face and Bakugou started... KISSING MY TUMMY?!!

The more the kisses get faster the more I squirm.

then all of a sudden...

“PFFFF”

yep. Bakugou blew a fat raspberry on my tummy 

“hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahanohohohohohohohohoho”

“aww look at that Katsuki our precious little cutie is ticklish~”

“pleahehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehese nohohohohohohohohohohohoho lehehehet mehehehehehehe gohohohohoho”

“I wonder where else she’s ticklish~”

“NO WAIT PLEASE-”

“too late cutie your laugh got me hooked”

then Kirishima dug his fingers into my ribs

“tickle tickle tickle my little gigglebug~”

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO”

“Damn Kiri you weren’t kidding she has the cutest damn tummy I’ve ever seen

would be a shame if we...”

“WAIT SUKI PLEASE NOT MY TUMMY PLEASE NOT MY PUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHDGE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“... left it out of all the fun. tickle tickle my shy little nerd~”

suddenly Kirishima was scribbling his finger in my armpits and my laughter went up 2 whole ass octaves

”PLEAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE”

“coochie coochie coo my sweet little cutie~”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE”

“fine I think you’ve had enough, right Bakubro?”

“one more thing...”

“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT”

“NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“now I’m done”

Kirishima pulled me into his lap and whispered “we love you baby”

then Bakugou pulled both of us onto his lap and he surprisingly snuggled both of us?

“I’m gonna kick his ass”

“who?”

“noodle spine”

“oh”

Fin~

[bangtanintotheroom]

Center of Attention (M)(Teaser)

• Pairing: Jungkook x (F)Reader/(F)OCs (x2)

• Genre: Non Idol!AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words (teaser): 633

• Summary: It was supposed to just be you and your boyfriend tonight but your friends decided to come over for an impromptu slumber party. Of course, he’s not happy about it but he’ll get the attention he wants, one way or another. 

• Warnings/themes: swearing, drinking, foursome (M/F/F/F), unprotected sex (for the love of God, wrap it up if you’re participating in group sex PLS), oral (m. and f. receiving), squirting, choking, spanking, dirty talk, begging, hair pulling, voyeurism, creampie, switch!Jungkook, JK is a whiny boi

• Notes: Woooooooo, this is nastyyyyy 🥴 I have never thought I would be writing smut that included more than two people, let alone four, but here we are! This was thanks to an interesting discussion brought up by some anons (OG anon (idk your name but you the GOAT), switchy bi anon and ⚽️ anon get some big kisses from me 😘) on @thirstybtsthoughts​ ‘s page and shoutout to @4joonkookie​ ‘s one shot as the kick in the pants I needed to start writing this. It’s out of my comfort zone (in a good way) but I hope I did an alright job (I want the best for my bby boy 🥺)!

•Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask!

“Hey Kookie…”

Jungkook looked up from his drink to see the three of you sitting very close to him now, causing his head to tilt. “Uh…everything alright, ladies?”

You bit your lip, eyes darting to your girls before returning to his. “Yeah, well…we wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Hey, if you guys are trying to paint my nails or put my hair in rollers, I’m not having it!”

Maya rolled her eyes. “No, that’s not it, you dope.”

Jungkook merely raised his eyebrow this time, now looking at you to explain. Licking your lips, you forced yourself to put on a sickly sweet tone. “Baby…the girls and I were talking and well, we feel really bad about interrupting what was supposed to be our night alone.”

“Uh huh…”

Ji-eun scooted closer, resting a hand on his left thigh, causing him to jump at the contact. “It’s not fair to you to have to put up with us ruining that for you…”

“O-Oh?”

Maya followed suit, pressing her palm on his opposite leg now, her grip a little tighter than her friend’s. “So we wanted to make it up to you, especially since you’ve been hanging out with us instead of leaving…”

He swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah?”

Now you came closer as well, ending up on all fours in front of his crossed legs, your eyes piercing his. “We want to make you feel good, Kookie…all three of us.”

It took everything in Jungkook not to drop his cup, channeling that energy into dropping his jaw instead.

Was he drunk? Did he fall asleep and was having a dream that happened to be influenced by the last people he had seen? Or was this really happening?

He squeezed his eyes shut for a minute before opening them back up, still seeing the three of you looking at him with inquisitive eyes.

…This was actually fucking real.

He tried to form something close to words as a response but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he kept stammering, eyes darting to each of the women in front of him. “Th-That…I, but, what? Y-You can’t mean-“

You shared a look with the girls before returning to your boyfriend, giving him a reassuring look. “We’re being serious, babe, but we’re not going to force you if you don’t want to.”

Ji-eun gave him a soft look, gently rubbing his thigh. “It’s up to you, Jungkook.”

Maya patted his other thigh. “Just say no and we’ll drop it.”

All Jungkook could do was look between the hands on his legs and everyone’s faces, his brain slowly processing just what was being offered to him. From what he could pick up, it seemed like this was mainly your idea, not to much of his surprise. The two of you had a pretty open relationship from the start and agreed to be honest if there was ever anyone else who had caught your eye. Until now though, neither of you had gone through with it, satisfied with each other to the point where it was unnecessary to involve a third party. But now that he was in the situation, he had to debate to himself on whether he should go through with it or not.

He toyed with his lip ring as he pondered.

He wasn’t blind; your friends were cute and their personalities, although different, were pleasing to him. The thought of them joining you in pleasuring him made a quiver run down his spine as his mind wandered into just what the three of you would end up doing to him. There was only one way to find out.

“Alright…”

You tilted your head as he made eye contact with you. “Positive, Kookie?”

His eyes steeled as he gave a firm nod. “Yeah…I want it.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[jackrrabbit]

Spoiled Rotten /// Overhaul x f!Reader (18+)

Request: What if Overhaul fucks spoiled rich reader because her dad owes the yakuza money and in exchange Kai takes the daughter as a form of payment using her as his personal stress doll whenever and wherever he wants making her into his perfect little doll

A/N: While I was writing this my roommate asked if I was okay bc cause I kept stopping to fan myself and blush lmaooooo god I’m such a brat. I did change the concept up a bit, hope that’s fine!

This is dedicated not only to the OG requester but also to everyone who read the excerpt I posted a while back and told me they couldn’t wait to see the finished product!! Love you guys ❤️

Tags/warnings: threats, dubcon/coercion, dom/sub, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism, restraints, mentions of forced prostitution, verbal & physical harassment, kidnapping, kinda breath play?, long

The first thing you notice when you come to are voices. Multiple people talking to each other, speech overlapping in patterns you can’t make out. They’re quiet—not whispering for your sake, but quiet because you’re still half knocked-out and you can barely hear.

The second thing you notice is the pounding in your head and the lingering smell of something sweet spread over your nose and mouth.

The third thing you notice is the fact that when you try to blink your eyes open, your lashes brush against something soft and dark. You’re blindfolded…and gagged, and your hands feel like they’re cuffed behind your back. From what you can sense around you, it seems like you’re hunched in a kneeling position with your cheek flattened against the floor and your bare feet tucked under your backside.

At least you’re still in your nightgown. You can feel the frilly silk of it, a useless barrier between your skin and the cool air, and it reminds you of how you got here in the first place.

A loud noise in the night. Your father’s voice pleading. A heavy thump. The door to your bedroom banging open and a strange man holding you down to your bed…lifting a sweet-smelling rag to your mouth…telling you to “take a deeeeep breath, princess.”

“Hey, I think she’s waking up.”

An invisible hand fists itself in your hair and you whine in pain as your upper body is lifted off the floor. Once you’re properly upright, you hear squeaking, shoes against concrete, and the heat and breath and presence of someone behind you. Something rustles at the back of your head—you’re too scared to move so you stay still—and then the blindfold is being lifted off your face.

Once it’s gone, you have to blink for a moment even despite the low light of the dingy room where you’ve…apparently…been kidnapped. By the freaking yakuza. And for some reason, they’re all wearing bird-beak masks.

You close your eyes, almost wishing they hadn’t taken the blindfold off. You’d prefer to live in blissful ignorance of how decidedly unclean the floor is. How dare they let your face touch it? What happened to honor among thieves?

“Do you know why you’re here?”

Against your will, your eyes flick up to the speaker. He’s the only one sitting, and somehow that gives him a position of power among the others. The leader?

Unsettling golden eyes rest on yours, and you realize he’s waiting for your answer, so you slowly move your head from side to side.

“Didn’t know about daddy’s bad habits, huh?” This time the person speaking is behind you, the one who untied your blindfold, a thin man with lank, greasy blond hair. He’s the one who drugged me, you remember in a surge of panic, and you try to stand up away from him only for him to step on the chain that connects your handcuffs, jerking you back and pinning you—painfully—to the floor.

“Careful, Setsuno. I told you not to leave marks. Let her talk.”

“Got it, boss.” The blond—Setsuno—fumbles at the back of your head and then he’s pulling the gag out of your mouth.

You open and close your mouth a few times to stretch out the stiff muscles. “Oh. My. God. Was that polyester you just took out of my mouth? Do you have any idea how bad synthetics are for sensitive skin? I’m totally going to break out.”

A hush falls over the little room. You could hear a pin drop.

“…Are you complaining about the quality of the fabric we gagged you with?” the leader asks after a second.

“You may be yakuza, but you don’t have to act like savages,” you reply primly, aligning your knees together and sending a proud look off to the side.

“Ohh…little princess deserves better, does she?” Setsuno coos. He edges closer to rub his cheek against yours and laughs when you cringe away from him. “Boss, you shoulda seen her bedroom. All pink and frilly, looked like royalty lived there. Bet they treat you like a real princess at home, huh? No wonder your daddy’s in debt.”

“Daddy isn’t—“

“Your father…took out loans from my gang. My men came last night to collect,” the leader says, drumming his fingers over the armrest of his chair impatiently.

He’s wearing plastic gloves. Why is he wearing plastic gloves? Immediately your mind is spinning, imagining all the different gruesome possibilities of what they’re going to do to you. “That’s ridiculous. My daddy doesn’t need to borrow money—“

“Clearly he does, because it looks like he pissed it all away on his daughter.” The leader’s eyes are cold enough to make you shiver—although maybe that’s just the icy temperature of the floor soaking through your nightgown.

“He had a couple payments overdue, so we stopped by to ask nicely for him to pay up,” Setsuno says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Didn’t find too many valuables in your house, but then we got our hands on a real treasure.”

“Don’t touch me—“

“You don’t seem to understand the position you’re in,” the leader says. “When I made my contract with your father, he understood that obligations like these are inherited. Since he can’t pay his debt, you’re going to be working it off in his place.”

Working it off? You swallow. Somehow you don’t think he’s talking about your little part-time job as a receptionist at your daddy’s company. “You can’t make me do that.”

“I’m not sure you’re getting the gist, princess,” Setsuno hums. “What we’re gonna do is we’re gonna put you in a room, and then men are gonna give us money, and then we’ll let those men fuck you. All that money’s gonna go toward paying what your daddy borrowed. Sound good?”

For the first time since you can remember, you’re shocked speechless. They’re going to…what? But you’re a quick thinker, and instead of letting these filthy, awful gangters boss you around, you raise your chin haughtily to look directly into the leader’s eyes. “I don’t think so. If Daddy’s the one who got himself in debt, you can make him whore himself out to pay it back. You can’t hold me responsible for something he’s done.”

Another brief silence, and then you hear a whistle echo out from the corner of the room (and you try not to look toward it, reminding yourself that this can only get worse if they know how scared you are). “She’s got a mouth on her, Overhaul,” someone says.

Overhaul. So the leader’s name is Overhaul. How ridiculous; it sounds like a villain’s name.

“Aww, princess,” Setsuno says, and once again his voice is too close for your comfort. “Little spoiled princess doesn’t know how to shut her mouth and suck it up when things don’t go her way? Well…you’ll learn.”

You don’t want to know what he’s talking about, although if you thought about it for more than a second it’d be obvious. You suck in a harsh breath and the cool, damp air stings against your dry throat. “You can’t just make me—“

“Ohh, I think we can. See, if your daddy’s been spending all of the Shie Hassaikai’s money on his precious daughter, don’t you think you owe a little too? Like, this dress—“ you jump as Setsuno’s hand tugs on the thin, floaty silk— “was bought with Overhaul’s money, so it belongs to him, right?”

You keep quiet, not wanting to prompt him to go further, but when his hands stroke up over your waist to grope your breasts in full view of everyone else in the room, you don’t really have to guess.

“And, y’know, your daddy’s been keeping you nice and healthy with Overhaul’s cash, making sure you grow up into such a pretty girl…” Setsuno’s voice is a purr in your ear as his hands squeeze your tits almost lovingly, then pinch your nipples through the fabric. “So hey—if you think about it, this tight little body…belongs to Overhaul too. Isn’t that right, sir?”

You squirm in place as best you can but with the metal cuffs digging into your wrists, there’s nothing you can do to get away from his touch. You’re desperate enough to shoot a terrified glance up at the leader—surely there are rules about treating an innocent girl like this, even for the yakuza—but he looks as unmoved as before. “Get her out of my sight. We’ll give her a rest for the next few days, and then…”

“No!” you yelp, too panicked to keep up the pretense of confidence. “I won’t, I can’t do that, please don’t make me—“

“Shhh. You’ll get used to it, princess. And if you don’t…” Setsuno’s hand combs though your hair and then trails down your neck, tracing the path of your spine between your shoulder blades. “…well, you won’t really have much of a choice, will you?”

And then he’s tugging on your cuffed hands, pulling you to a standing position, but you wriggle away from him and do everything you can to stay planted on the ground so they can’t take you away from here, away from the only man who is capable of stopping this. Overhaul. “Please! I’m— I can work it off another way! I’ll be useful— I’ll—“

Overhaul leans forward a fraction in his chair, and you wonder if you’ve caught his interest. “What, exactly? How do you think you can be useful to me?”

You bite your lip and wrack your brains, not knowing whether the question is rhetorical. What skills do you have that would be valuable to them? Suddenly all the knowledge you’ve gained in your short life seems so meaningless. You’re a decent receptionist (well, decent is a stretch), but if Overhaul wanted someone to answer calls for him you’re pretty sure he would’ve asked.

Why did you spend your life learning such impractical skills? The four-year weekend course you took on horseback riding jumps to mind and you want to hit your head against the wall. Why didn’t you ask your father to sponsor a class in something that would actually matter in the long run? And what would even be useful to these people? Accounting? Bookkeeping? Extortion?

There’s nothing valuable you can offer. You’ve wasted your life, and now you’re going to pay for it. Seriously, the only thing you’re actually good at is keeping your boyfriends (or, rather, the men you cycle through once a month) happy until the novelty wears off and you get bored and move on to the next lovesick target—

—wait. Keeping your boyfriends happy. That’s a skill, isn’t it?

Once, a little bit after you turned eighteen, you’d had a rather illicit conversation with one of your more sexually adventurous friends about being a sugar baby. Your friend had just secured a very generous benefactor, and you’d been so intrigued by all the designer purses and vacations to Cabo that you’d almost considered trying it for yourself. She’d even helped you set up a profile on Seeking Arrangements that listed your physical features and interests, but you’d blanched when it came time to post photos.

“But why do men even like this?” you'd asked your friend after your picture-less profile received its dozenth unsolicited offer. “Rich, successful guys shouldn’t have so much trouble finding girlfriends that they have to resort to paying for sex.”

“It’s a power trip,” she’d replied. “Most men never get the chance to have a woman who’s willing to do and be whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. You’re his ideal girlfriend, his therapist, his wife, and his stress relief all in one.”

At the time, you’d decided against it, deleting your profile and telling your friend you’d rather just keep taking advantage of your real father doting on you than have to fake orgasms for rich men in their 50’s. But back then, you’d had a choice; now that you’ve been kidnapped by a gang who wants you to get fucked by a bevy of strangers to pay off a debt you’ve never even heard of, you no longer have the privilege of a way out. Or, at least, the options are a lot less appealing than before.

You tilt your head back to Overhaul, eyeing him for the first time with real scrutiny instead of prideful disgust. Judging from what you can see of his face under the ornate bird mask (and again, what is with the freaking bird masks?), he’s fairly young, mid-twenties at the oldest. Short, sort of wavy dark hair (you’ve always had a thing for dark hair), a trim suit and tie, and those eyes. Like he can read your mind just looking at you.

He’s…handsome enough, you have to admit to yourself. But it’s not just that. There’s something pristine about him, something untouchable that commands discipline. He’s clean. You and him are probably the only clean things in this hovel of a room.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Overhaul says.

And now that you’ve got the idea in your head, it’s almost too embarrassing to meet his gaze. But you can do this; you have to do this. At least it’ll be your choice, and—you’re hoping—it’ll be better than the alternative.

“I could be yours,” you tell him, taking pride in the fact that your voice isn’t breaking.

His eyes narrow and you think god, his eyelashes are long. It’s not fair. Men never appreciate having long eyelashes. What is he thinking? Is he going to kill you for even suggesting it? But it’s too late now…you have to dig yourself a little deeper if you don’t want to go through with their original plan for debt fulfillment.

You force your muscles to relax, knowing this’ll be impossible to pull off if you’re tense and biting down on the words like they’re going to choke you. If you’re going to make him believe it, you have to make yourself believe it too. “You… This job must be hard. Even for a—a powerful man like you, it has to be stressful, right? Always looking out for the interests of the gang instead of your own…needs.”

Overhaul doesn’t move, but you’re so focused on him it would be impossible for you to miss the way a single muscle in his neck flexes. You’ve hit a nerve.

You take a cautious step toward him, trying to channel the sexually-liberated vixen you consider yourself when you’re not in your nightgown surrounded by men who could murder you with their bare hands and not miss a minute of sleep. “You’re always giving, aren’t you? Looking toward the future of the gang? Doesn’t it get frustrating when—when a pretty thing is in front of you and you don’t even get…a little taste of her?”

Oh god, you can feel the humiliated heat rushing to your cheeks. How can you be saying this? You’ve played the role of seductress plenty of times before, but never in such a risky situation. You just have to keep moving toward him and hope it feels authentic enough to convince him.

“You’ve worked hard. And…like he said, my—my body belongs to you.” Now you’re close enough to Overhaul and he hasn’t stopped you, so you lower yourself onto the floor, knees bumping softly into the cold surface. Kneeling between his legs.

Overhaul stares down at you, gaze as sharp and cold as before—and you’re sick with anxiety, so scared you can feel your hairs raising up on end—but if he wanted you to stop, he would have said something, right? So you shuffle a little closer and nuzzle your cheek over the inside of his clothed thigh like a kitten, then raise your head up to him to give him your best bedroom look, the one that says, I want you. I need you. No one but you. The look no man has ever been able to resist.

“…You deserve something to yourself, sir,” you murmur.

There’s a collective intake of breath as every person in the room simultaneously realizes what you’re offering. Overhaul’s expression doesn’t change, but once again, a tendon jumps out white under the skin of his throat and there’s a creak of latex on leather as his grip on the arm of the chair tightens.

“Damn,” Setsuno says under his breath from behind you. Someone whistles. You’re pretty sure you hear the word ‘slut’ being tossed around, but there’s reverence behind it.

“And what makes you think you’re so valuable?” Overhaul asks.

You close your eyes to ground yourself for a second. He’s interested, you know that much. You’ve never really had to convince someone to want you, but there’s a first time for everything. Besides, you only have to look at him for a second to know he does want you, which isn’t a surprise. Who wouldn’t?

“I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want,” you tell him, echoing your conversation with your friend back then. “Take out your anger on me if that’s what you’re into. When you’re tired of me, you can consider my debt paid and let me go.”

“And?” he prompts.

‘And’? And what? You’re offering yourself to him, your body and your mind—what more can he possibly ask from you? You cast your thoughts around, wondering what else you have to give him. “And…and I’ll do it willingly. You, um—you look like a man who appreciates obedience.”

And that’s it. Your last shred of pride is gone. Not only are you offering yourself up to a man to use as his personal stress doll, you’re saying you’ll be compliant every step of the way. Knowing yourself, you’re pretty sure that’s impossible, but you just need to make him believe it long enough for you to find a way out of here. You can pretend to enjoy getting fucked by a gangster a few times. You’ll live.

But you’re naive. And with the stream of thoughts pushing through your head, you never really consider one thing, one essential thing: how you look pleading up at him in that pale pink nightdress—soft, pure, immaculate against the filth of the underworld, the only clean body that Overhaul’s seen in a long time.

And you’re right. He is a man who appreciates obedience.

“Willingly…so you’d be willing to prove it.”

Your head jerks up and down in response. Yes! He’s taking the bait, now I just have to get him alone and—

“Then demonstrate.”

When a moment passes and you don’t move, Overhaul tips his head to the side, gaze still locked on you, and gestures vaguely at his lap. You blink and then shy back, shrinking under the hungry gazes of the onlookers. “You can’t mean—in front of them?”

“And here I thought you were going to be obedient.” There’s no mercy, no amusement in his voice. No hint of humanity.

So he’s serious. He wants you to give him a blowjob in front of—how many? one, two three, four—four other men!? Your first instinct is to jump back away from him and your next is to slap him for even suggesting it; you can actually hear the jingle of your cuffs as you attempt to raise your hand. You’ve gotten a little kinky before—blindfolds, vibrators, maybe a hand tied to the bedpost with a Hermès scarf once or twice, but this is a whole different level. And the way they’re all looking at you…like they’re itching to see you brought down. How absolutely disgusting.

But Overhaul’s waiting for your answer, and you know full well that you’re not going to deny him.

“O-Of course.” You lean forward over the seat of the chair so your face is just inches from his lap. “Um. My hands...?”

They’re still cuffed behind you, but it seems like they’re going to stay that way when Overhaul gives a curt shake of his head. “Use your mouth.”

Once again, you’re stunned into silence. How are you supposed to—? Without your hands? It doesn’t even seem like he’s going to undo his pants for you. It’s like he wants to humiliate you…oh, wait. As soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s clear that’s exactly what he’s trying to do.

You give him another doe-eyed glance, bidding him to at least undo his belt, but he remains unmoved. Bastard.

After aiming another glare at him (because as obedient as you’re attempting to be, you’ve never been good at concealing your emotions) you lean deeper in and take the stiff leather of his belt between your teeth, gently easing it out of the buckle and trying to ignore the mixture of earthy and metallic tastes it leaves on your tongue. It takes a few tries, but eventually you’ve got the tail of the belt out of the buckle and you pull your head back to guide the metal down until the belt is hanging open from its loops.

A rush of accomplishment surges through you when you get it open, and then you want to slap yourself. Accomplishment? From doing this with your mouth like an animal—like a dog? You can hear laughter and mocking encouragement from the men watching, but you steel yourself and dip back in to get Overhaul’s pants undone. The button is tricky, especially with your face nudging into the hard muscle of his abdomen through his shirt, but somehow you manage to tug the fabric slit over the button and then—delicately, delicately—clamp the zipper between your teeth and peel it downward.

“Oh, she’s good,” someone says from the background. Setsuno. You look up warily, but Overhaul’s eyes haven’t moved from you.

Now that you’ve got his pants open, you’re face to face (literally) with what you’re going to have to deal with. The outline of his cock is bulging the fabric of his boxers outward, and he’s not even half erect. You snatch a look back up at him—and damn it, you have to stop doing that, because every time you look into those golden eyes and that stupid bird mask you feel like a lamb looking at a bird of prey right before it snatches you from your safe little lamb-house in the meadow and—fuck, you just have to get on with it.

So you dip down and mouth over him through the fabric, spreading the flat of your tongue over the length of his thick cock. Your mouth feels like you’ve been eating cotton (probably because they drugged you earlier) but you force yourself to salivate, letting drool spill over your tongue and dampen his boxers. When you duck and spread your lips down on the place you can feel the tip stretching out, you know the friction must feel good, because despite the lack of even so much of a deep breath from the man above you, his cock is getting harder.

You nudge your mouth over the tent between Overhaul’s legs again, letting the heat of your breath wash over him—but when he doesn’t do anything, you pull back and blink up at his face. Does he expect you to get him off through his underwear? You could, but most of your moves depend on skin-to-skin contact. There’s no way you can get his cock out with your mouth like you undid his pants, so…what? “Are—are you going to take it out?”

Overhaul brings a gloved hand to his face to rub absently at one of the straps on his mask. “…Beg,” he tells you.

Your mouth drops open and you reel back from his lap like he asked you to lick the dirt off the floor. What!? He can’t seriously expect you to—to beg him to put his dick in your mouth when you’re clearly disgusted at the whole situation. When he doesn’t give any indication of retracting the statement, you can’t help the mocking sneer that forms over your face. “Please, sir,” you spit, and a deaf man could hear the spite in your voice.

Now, that gets a reaction. Overhaul’s eyes flash and you take a certain degree of pride back at the anger you’ve clearly inspired in him. But it’s extinguished as soon as you see it, and then he’s reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your head back and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip.

“I think you can do better than that, princess,” he says, and you can hear your own mocking tone reflected back in his voice. “Unless you’d like me to give my men a turn?”

This, more than anything, scares you. He must be able to feel the way your spine goes stiff, adrenaline rushing, your fight-or-flight instinct kicking in at the prospect of what he’s threatening.

“Each of them, one by one. Between the four of them, I think they could cure that smart mouth…although they might just break you in the process,” he continues, and then his thumb is pressing into your lip, into your mouth, and you loosen your jaw to let him in. You can taste the rubbery latex of his gloves and the other men mutter agreement, encouraging their leader to turn you over to them, and you want to cry.

But you hold the tears back. “Please, sir! Please, please may I s-suck your cock sir? Please!” Your voice is more terrified than obedient, but that’s probably what he’s into anyway. When he doesn’t say anything, you babble on, unwilling to let yourself get gangbanged by a group of men who could probably wreck your pussy in a single round. “Please, please, Mr.—Mr. Overhaul, um, boss? M-Master?”

“Sir will do just fine,” Overhaul says, apparently satisfied, and he pulls his hand away from your face to free his cock from his boxers.

You let out a hot sigh of relief and angle yourself back toward his lap so you can zero in on his cock (and, hopefully, do a little to block out how sickeningly degrading all of this is: how easy it is for him to threaten you; how he has all the power and you have none; how the men around you are goading you, taunting you and calling you things that should get their mouths washed out with soap). You can focus on this, and this, at least, you’re good at. You’ve always been good with your mouth.

It’s a nice dick, too, you have to admit to yourself as you stare at it. Perfect length, girth, and a thick, cut head that you know just by looking that you’re going to have to stretch your jaw to get around. All his hair is neatly trimmed and groomed, and he even smells good, clean and fresh like soap. You’ve never been in front of a dick that didn’t smell like day-old ball sweat, so this is a first. It’s got a nice upward curve, too, and there’s a bead of pearly precum oozing out of the tip. The kind of cock that’s made for penetrative orgasms—

No. Fuck. You cannot be thinking this. You cannot allow yourself to lust after a gang leader who thinks of you as little more than an interactive sex doll. A tingle of blood rushes to your cheeks as you feel wetness pool in your panties and you adjust your stance, shuffling your thighs apart under the pretense of getting closer and hoping Overhaul doesn’t notice.

If he notices, he does the merciful thing and keeps quiet (which makes you think he has no idea you’re feeling the way you’re feeling, because he’s probably never chosen to do the merciful thing in his life). He does, however, shift one of his knees farther apart to accommodate you as you crawl close enough to him to get your head all the way between his legs.

So now you’re staring up at that unfairly pretty cock and wondering how the fuck this is supposed to start, but—best just get on with it. Pretend it’s not him, pretend it’s…no, wait, pretend it is him, it is Overhaul, the same bastard who’s looking down at you like you’re trash, except pretend you’re in control. Because no matter how many orders he gives, once you’ve got his cock in his mouth he’ll have to be the weak one. Right?

Lightly, slowly, you trace the tip of your tongue in a wet path up the underside of his cock, sliding up from the hilt to caress every bulging vein with all the delicacy and accuracy of a surgeon. When you reach the tip, you flatten your tongue to curve it around that bulbous head and then slip it off, the suction providing a wet smacking sound as your skin leaves his.

The breath of his barely-heavier exhale ruffles your hair and you relish the knowledge that he’s getting impatient. Yes. The bastard can wait.

You kiss the tip of his cock, barely moving your lips around the slit, only enough to let your tongue flick out against the precum and gather the bitter liquid up in your mouth. And then—right when he’s getting annoyed, when you can tell by the tension in his body that he’s five seconds away from shoving your head down to fuck your face—you duck closer, relax your throat, and swallow.

Like a fucking python. Or so you’ve been told.

The exhale that escapes him isn’t light this time. You can almost hear the barest hint of a groan under his breath, but you’re more focused on holding down your gag reflex as you let that heavy cock hit the back of your throat. Once he’s all the way down (or at least as far as you can get him), you rock yourself back an inch and then take him deeper, forcing yourself to hold still so he can feel the walls of your throat convulse around him, sucking him in, dry-gagging on the mass that’s filling you up.

“Fuuuuck,” you hear someone whine, and it’s not even Overhaul. It’s one of the men watching, and you feel a perverse mixture of hatred and arrogance rise up in you.

Overhaul’s cock is too big for you to properly moan around it, but you give it a go anyway so he can feel the vibration of your voice through his skin. You’re rewarded with a tangible twitch with it sitting on your tongue, and—oh—your mouth is watering out of where you’re clenching down on him at the back of your throat.

Spittle slips out over your lower lip and onto your chin, but you ignore it in favor of jerking your head up and down in fractional strokes, trying your absolute best to get yourself down to his base but knowing that he probably doesn’t give a shit anyway, not with how good your throat feels around what you’re capable of stuffing in.

What were you saying about ‘valuable’, sir? you think, and then you pull your head off his cock, so slow it’s almost cruel, sucking your cheeks in and hollowing out so those wet walls are rubbing up on every millimeter of his skin. When you reach the tip, you savor it, letting your tongue do the dirty work and looking up at him through your lash extensions before you release him with a nasty wet pop.

“Holy fuck, can I have her next?” one of the other men says, but you and Overhaul are too focused on each other to even look and see who’s talking.

His gaze is trained firmly down at you, and—no way, damn it—he looks bored, like he could be waiting in line at the DMV instead of getting sucked off by you, a girl who’s been complimented by every man she’s ever been with (including her first) on her bj technique. You know he’s feeling it—he can fake calm, but he can’t fake the way his cock’s throbbing under your tongue as you lick up the shaft. Still, now that you’ve got it in your head that Overhaul’s not going to make a sound, all you can think about is forcing him to moan. Let him look weak in front of all his little lackeys.

With renewed vigor, you lap up the length of Overhaul’s cock in sloppy dabs, leaving strings of saliva dripping off your mouth and his cock only to slurp them up, audibly, wiggling your tongue over the tip when you reach it. And that, that gets him, because you feel more than see the buck of his hips into your face as he hisses out a curse.

And—oh dear, maybe you shouldn’t have done that—because the next thing you feel is Overhaul looming forward over you, hand gripping the back of your head, and is he going to force you down? You hate that—so you take the initiative, tilting forward to take him into your mouth again, head bobbing up and down so quickly that your hair is falling all over your face, but it’s okay, because he’s got you, he’s got you, got his hands combed through your hair holding it out of your face, pulling so lightly it barely even hurts, but it does hurt, and he’s guiding you up and down on his cock and it’s hitting the back of your throat every time, and—and it hurts.

You really shouldn’t have done that.

“Take it deeper,” Overhaul instructs, almost encouraging, although you’re not given the option to pull off because he’s holding you down, pushing you firmly toward the base of his cock. You sputter around it, gagging, and you’re almost fucking choking, and he won’t let you up.

God, you’re not—not breathing, you can feel your throat choking down on him—“breathe through your nose,” he says, and this man, this villain has no idea what he’s fucking talking about, because you’re trying, eyes stinging and then you can feel tears down your cheeks. You try to squirm back on your knees, but somehow the combined force of every muscle in your body is outmatched by his single hand on the back of your head—and—and—you squeeze your eyes shut, relax, open your throat as much as you can and—

Overhaul forces your mouth down to the hilt.

Fuck, is he going to keep you there? You can’t, you can’t—if you could move, you’d be shaking your head and begging him to let you stop and as it is you’re whimpering around his cock. Your throat is making gagging noises and you’re crying, actually crying, actually fucking crying on a man’s dick. So this is what it feels like to be used?

“Good.” There’s something lower and darker in Overhaul’s voice, a husky undertone from the growl he’s trying to suppress. “Hold still…remember, you asked for this.”

You did. You asked for it. Begged for it. Pleaded.

“Want me to forgive your father’s debt…? You’re going to have to earn it.” He pulls out an inch just to ram himself back in. You make a weak attempt to move your tongue around his shaft and you can feel the shudder all the way through him, his cock twitching where it’s locked in your throat. “Mm…good girl. Just a little—little longer—“

His fingers are tightening in your hair, curling around the strands and tugging instead of just applying pressure to your head. He’s close, you think, and then you struggle back, not wanting him to cum down your throat, what if you choke on it? Like, really choke? You don’t want it, don’t want his cum in your stomach, but then he sighs and tells you again that you’re a good girl, and ohfuckohfuck you must be so scared you’re desperate for praise because you feel heat rush into your cheeks and your cunt when he says it and you try to move your tongue like you did earlier and his hips jerk forward and—he cums. In your mouth.

It’s salty, you think. The next thing you think is that you want to gag, because you’ve never had cum in your mouth before. For all your sexual experimentation, you’ve never let a man cum down your throat like this, always telling them it shoot it on your tits or whatever because you are not a person who should have semen in her mouth, much less ingest it.

But right now, with Overhaul lazily dragging your head up and down for a last couple pumps on his softening dick, your choice isn’t spit or swallow. It’s swallow or choke.

Hot. Thick. The texture is slimy, so viscous you can feel it going down your throat in strings. Part of you wants to throw up. It’s repulsive. Filthy. You hate this.

Part of you has to shift your position again so you don’t have to feel your own wetness slicking up the insides of your thighs.

How. Is. This. Possible. You may have just had to swallow your pride (and not just that), but what about your dignity? You’re a good person…okay, well, even if you’re not a ‘good person’ per se, you don’t hurt anyone with your selfishness. You don’t deserve to be kept as a pet by a sadistic bastard who gets off on watching you almost pass out on his cock, and you certainly don’t deserve the humiliation of finding that you’re turned on by it.

And yet. Here you are. Still held securely in place until Overhaul slides you off him. As soon as your mouth is free you suck in a dizzyingly deep breath, but even that is too much for your battered throat and the breath turns into a cough; you instinctively fold down away from Overhaul so the mixed saliva and cum you’re hacking out spatters in cloudy white flecks across the floor instead of on his clothing.

“Stop that,” Overhaul scolds, hauling you back up by your hair and forcing your mouth closed with a hand on your jaw. “If you make a mess, you’ll be cleaning it up.”

Considering what he just made you do to him, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s implying you’ll have to lick it off the floor. You clench your jaw, holding back the convulsions of your throat as best you can, and hope he doesn’t press the issue.

Now that you’ve got your coughing under control, you can start to sense things that you had been tuning out before: the men hooting and wolf-whistling and applauding your performance, the traitorously persistent throb of your clit pulsing under your panties, and Overhaul’s hand releasing your chin to pet down your neck. “Now. What do you say when someone gives you a meal?”

Just you wait, bastard. I’m going to tie you to your bed and set fire to it. But you’ve got the sense that that answer won’t go over well, so you take a deep breath and look up at him again, meeting those piercing gold eyes with your own. “Thank you, sir,” you say in a soft whisper because it’s all your abused throat can manage.

“That’s right.” His hands feel colder than the concrete under your legs as he spreads his hand down your neck, only to toy with one of the lacy pink straps of your nightdress. “Stand up.”

You stand shakily, too cowed to even consider stepping back from him. Without warning (much less permission), Overhaul lifts the hem of your stupidly short dress up past your thighs, exposing your panties and lower belly to view.

“Hold this in your mouth,” he says, and after only a few seconds of hesitation you open up and bite down on the fabric so you’re effectively holding up the skirt for him. Overhaul skims gloved hands down the sides of your hips and comes to a rest when he reaches your panties—and why did you have to wear these today? Shiny red satin in the front; the back is just flowers worked in crimson lace. You know exactly how good you look in these panties, and judging by the things Overhaul’s men are saying, they’re more than appreciative of the view.

But Overhaul ignores them in favor of hooking his fingers under the elastic and pulling the panties down until they’re resting stretched between your upper thighs. You don’t have to see them to know there’s a string of slick connecting the lips of your cunt to the fabric, betraying in full technicolor detail how turned on you’ve gotten just from sucking him off. He gazes down at your pussy and then up to you as if waiting for you to admit it, but you stay silent.

“Well, well. What a nicely-trained slut I’ve found myself.” He gracelessly pulls the panties the rest of the way down your legs and lets them fall to the ground. “Do you always get this wet when you let your boyfriends fuck that smart mouth?”

It takes you a second to comprehend that he’s expecting an answer. “N-No, sir,” you reply, voice muffled by the fabric you’re still holding between your teeth.

“I suppose I can’t leave you like this, not after you took me so nicely.”

Does he mean he’s going to get you off? No freaking way. You drop the hem of your dress, let it flutter down over your thighs, try to scramble back, but his hand on your waist keeps you from moving. “I— It’s okay, I don’t need—“

“No, I think you do. I think I’m going to reward my pet for a job well done.” He leans back, eyeing you without sympathy. “I’d have you touch yourself, but—“

The mere possibility that he might remove the handcuffs has you straining against them again, and the sound of metal against metal rings out from behind you.

“—but, I think it’s best to keep the cuffs on for a few days…until you’ve settled down.”

Days? He can’t leave you in chains for days, helpless and powerless, so easy to take advantage of. “You can’t,” you whimper, and even though you mean for it to be a decisive statement, with your throat ravaged and hoarse it’s downright pathetic. Overhaul doesn’t even bother reprimanding you for talking back.

“My men have been patient,” he muses, and an enthusiastic wave of agreement wells up from the others. “Any of them would be happy to do it.”

You may have been through a lot in the past hour alone, but there is no way you’re going to let those rowdy criminals have their way with you. You send a nervous glance around the room and as predicted, not a single one of them looks like they have the slightest shred of control over themselves.

None of them…except Overhaul.

Still eased back in his chair, he looks just as relaxed and unaffected as he did when he was explaining your father’s debts to you. But there’s something flickering in his eyes, something he isn’t going to say to you, isn’t going to say out loud. A challenge.

Maybe, once again, he’s waiting for you to ask for it yourself. And if it’s a choice between him and one of the grimy ruffians who’ve been looking at you like dogs look at meat, you know what you’d prefer. Well—really, you’d prefer option C: none of the above (your current state might be uncomfortable, but you’re not so wanton that you’d rather cum in front of strangers than keep your legs together). Unfortunately, you’re starting to come to terms with the fact that ‘no’ is no longer an option.

Overhaul’s stare flicks from you to an unseen figure behind you, and you can tell he’s about to summon one of them over so you force yourself to move, lurching forward and climbing into his lap to straddle one of his thighs with all the grace you’re capable of. You feel the stir in the air when he inhales sharply, surprised, and his masked face is so close to your neck that you wonder if he can smell the lotion you put on before you went to bed last night.

It’s one of your favorite scents: vanilla, lilac, orange blossoms. You bought it because it smelled pure.

“Please, sir, I don’t want them,” you breathe next to his ear, injecting every ounce of sexual frustration you’re feeling into the needy tones of your voice. “I’m yours. I belong to you, just you. No one else—please, sir…Overhaul.”

He’s quiet for a long, tense moment, and you think he’s going to hit you, or maybe even kill you for your disobedience. Push you off his lap at least. But just when you’re teetering on the edge of jumping back from him and begging for forgiveness for talking out of turn, you feel it—a low rumble of laughter from deep in his chest.

Big, cold hands wrap around the sides of your ribcage under your breasts and his fingernails dig into you through the layers of latex and fabric. He tilts forward, forcing you to arch away and all you can think about is how horribly weak you are compared to him. Are you trembling? Will he be angry if you feels how afraid you are?

“You know, I guess I’ll keep you after all,” he hums, stroking his fingers through your hair and down your neck. “How does that sound, princess? I think you’d like that very much, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” The response comes all too easily, even if the words taste bitter in your mouth. You’ve never said the word ‘sir’ so much in your life…but as he repositions you on his lap and slides a single hand up the inside of your thigh under your dress, you bite your lip and decide to hold back your protest.

If you’re going to have to learn manners, you’d better do it sooner rather than later. Something tells you Overhaul’s not going to accept any less than your best behavior if you want to pay off your debt.

[ralexsol]

hey guys, it’s your new regularly scheduled prime defenders analysis post!! today we’re talking about mainly depowering! might do another post about the whole william section later cause that shit’s super interesting, but for now, we talkin’ POLITICS!

if you haven’t read my previous post on all this, i suggest you read it! i addressed basically everything about the whole villain/prison/depowering/whatever situation in the og post and then in the following reblogs.

TL;DR? death penalty should be option for big villains with the alternative being depowering, depowering or a prison sentence for lesser ones, and the only reason the watch isn’t doing the death penalty right now is because they’re so proud of the fact that they don’t stoop to the level of villains.

now, you can probably guess how excited i got when the pd were asking wordsmith about depowering in this episode! i was shaking in my seat, just waiting for somebody to say, “...but why did tide get depowered??” unfortunately, wordsmith wouldn’t specify the “principles of watch”, so we don’t exactly know what rules tide could’ve possibly broken.

in any case, i was so relieved to hear that you have to sign something when you become a hero that says if they’re allowed to depower you! im sure you’re allowed to say no, though! i mean, just because you don’t want alterations made to your body doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to save people, right?

...right???

honestly, wordsmith was so fucking vague i dont even know half of what’s going on with that. i think it’s kinda fucked up that the pd all don’t know if they signed the paper??? like, did the heroes just slip it in with a bunch of other paperwork and say like, “oh yeah, just sign this, it’s nothing”, like real world bosses do to employees? if they’re signing this shit, they should know it. it should be the biggest deal ever.

also, if they dont allow you to be a superhero without signing it... they’re really stupid lmaoooo. like. that’s not going to stop them from becoming a vigilante. if they want to use their powers for good you should fucking let them.

if heroes break the “principles of watch”, im assuming that would entail breaking the law, which would make them villains - which means they should be treated as such. there shouldn’t be a separate punishment for heroes from villains.

if breaking the principles of watch doesn’t entail breaking the actual law, there’s no way in fucking HELL they should be allowed to depower any heroes. and in every case, i HIGHLY doubt tide broke any rules.

depowering should not be for the heroes who are risking their lives to protect everyone. if a hero turns, they are no longer a hero - they’re a villain. it’s almost like the heroes are afraid to say that, because if one of their own can turn... then any one of the ones that are left could do the same. and if we’ve learned anything about the watch, it’s that they think they could never be as bad as villains.

i am glad to hear that they dont depower people if it means killing them, though. WHEW. was very worried for dakota and william (i talked about that possibility in this follow-up post, which was also about depowering). slightly worried about the story wordsmith told about bees boy? maybe i need to rewatch the episode, but i felt like he didn’t even finish the story?? like what the fuck did the watch do with him??? i remember him saying something about “dampening” bees boy’s powers, but like... what did they do after that? keep him locked up forever?

all in all, fuck wordsmith. bro can’t tell anything straight for his life. so not useful for my analysis posts. god.