#'clever...' 'thank you' DUMBASS

[hauntingblue]

They don't dare hurt nassau's babygirl jack rackham

[circusofshrimps]

no joke this legitimately scared me i was like WHO DID I INTERACT WITH??? and i checked the account and was like oh.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason: The fact that they call Robin Hoodie, Batman was... It feels so insulting.

Bruce: Thank you. I wouldn't kill anyone to fix something.

Jason (missing the point): Exactly, I would! Yet they're calling him Batman? Robin Hoodie is clever, and that should lead to Red Hood!

Stephanie (chiming in as she walked passed the office): Don't forget the Adjuster!

Jason: See, that's a name I would use, so Bruce to fix this... I request I shoot a CEO.

Bruce sighed, covering his eyes.

Bruce: Get out of my office or I won't keep paying for your phone bill.

Jason stomped his foot leaving the office angrily.

Jason: I knew you didn't love me!

Bruce (shouting): Me not wanting you to kill someone means I care about your dumbass very much!

[hey-august]

March Madness Event - Winner (NSFW | Buggy X Marine!GN!Reader)

Woah woah woah, this story concludes the March Madness event!

(In case you missed it, throughout the month of March I posted polls pitting kinks against kinks. The ones that lost in the polls received short stories involving a bit of failure. The kink that won at the end of the month was slated to receive a proper story. And that's where we are now!)

I'll be honest, I did not expect this to be the winner. Then again, I should have seen it coming with how it took off in every poll it was in.

Thank you all for participating! Voting, reading, commenting, liking, reblogging - everything!!

I hope you enjoyed this event and that you enjoy this story. 🩷

Description: As a Marine, you're responsible for safely escorting the captured prisoner, Buggy the Clown. Things don't go according to plan and while the prisoner remains captured, not all of him ends up behind bars...

Teeny tiny teaser: "This fucker needed to know the effect his dumbass decision had on others."

Word count: ~3.4k (I don't remember the last time I wrote a one-shot this long 🥴)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, marine!reader, no use of Y/N, insertion sex, bit of degradation, cockwarming (not solely intimate, but there is some eventually), misuse of devil fruit powers

“I can fuck you harder if you uncuff me,” he said through gritted teeth. “C’mon, tell me you don’t want that.” 

The teasing remark was hissed behind your ear, sending a shiver through your body. Your weak fucking body, nearly wiped of all self-restraint. A thin thread of rationality kept you tethered to a sense of preservation, but the constant pounding threatened to snap that hold.

You were responsible for locking up the prisoner - a duty you’ve fulfilled many times without issue. Over the years, your strength and cleverness helped you climb the ranks of Marines, yet this was the first time you failed to complete this responsibility. Well, you haven’t failed yet, but the more the thread frays, the more your legs shake, the more his heavy grunts fill your ears…

Your shaky hands gripped the seastone cuffed wrists wrapped around your body. Although the pirate couldn’t grip your hips the way either of you wanted, he was able to pull your body towards his as he relentlessly slammed himself in you. 

Of all the captured criminals you ever escorted, it was the goddamn clown that broke you. The pathetic clown with a face of smeared paint. Left behind by his crew. A captain who was visibly crestfallen when none of the Marines appeared impressed by his presence.

Despite his circumstances, the prisoner - Buggy the Clown - lived up to his namesake. Nearly every comment out of his mouth was a joke, often at the expense of anyone around him. The lack of laughter after each quip should add to embarrassment and pity for the clown, but you found yourself enjoying the amusement he was clearly creating for himself. It was…endearing.

As his sole escort below deck, his attention quickly turned towards you and the warm fluttery feeling you had moved lower in your body. Silence only protected you for so long before your face was too red to ignore, giving the clown encouragement to continue. Changing tactics, Buggy started spouting cheesy and overused pickup lines. Each remark said with unabashed enthusiasm added to the heat on your face.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.” “I’d like to report a crime. My breath was stolen.” “That Marine uniform doesn’t look so bad on you. But it would look better on the floor.”

Those comments were so stupid and worked so well. A few hissed retorts and threats of punishment were disarmed with a charming smile. You had no chance of winning whatever this game was. Secretly, you weren’t sure you wanted to win. There was something alluring about this pirate who tried to hide behind jokes and laughter that you wanted more of.

Arousal easily increases in potency when mixed with other feelings. For you, it was unexpected affection and the lure of degeneracy. For Buggy, you assumed it was the fear and anxiety that comes with imprisonment. Each concoction was perfectly portioned and all it took were choice words, overly-familiar touches, and curious glances for the poison to take effect.

Alone in the room, it only took seconds to pull your pants low enough to grant Buggy access. You leaned forwards, steadying yourself against the wall, while he grabbed the lower hem of your top. His thrusts were erratic and sloppy as he tried to find a decent pace. There was barely enough time for this moment of guilty indulgence and you both wanted as much from it as possible.

Bringing his bound hands overhead, Buggy pulled you close to his chest until you were wrapped in his hold. With his hands closer to your hips, he was able to move both of your bodies at a quick tempo. He was rewarded with a whine that escaped your heavy breathing.

“S’that how you like it? Hard and rough? I didn’t expect you to be so fucking filthy. Do all your prisoners get welcomed like this?”

Fuck. Why did his voice sound so good? And why did it sound better saying such degrading shit?

You shook your head and leaned into his touch, wanting to feel more. “Sh-shut up. Don’t you ever stop talking?”

“You d-don’t want that,” Buggy groaned. “I can feel your body squeeze when I talk. You like it.” His teasing was met with a delicious whimper.

Every word from his mouth had your head spinning. You wanted so much more. You wanted to taste his voice, to feel his mouth against yours, to feel his lips on your skin, but he wore that stupid face paint. You wanted his touch everywhere, for his hands to roam your body, for him to hold you tighter, but he needed to keep the cuffs on. Buggy was a Devil Fruit user. He was dangerous. And he was breaking you down.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Buggy started describing all the ways he wanted to screw you. How good you are at taking him. He wants to hear how good he makes you feel. Lost in the haze of lust, you barely remembered pulling out the key you wore on a chain and had tucked under your clothes. Your palm ached from how tightly you gripped the key while fighting against the horny instincts crowding your body.

You were so close, so achingly close. Maybe if you timed it right, it would be okay. You could minimize the danger. That makes sense, right? It could work. The wisp of rational thought faded away so softly that you didn’t miss its absence.

“Please,” was all you could get out as you unlocked the cuffs and let them fall to the floor.

It was like you released a feral animal with that decision. You didn’t realize just how much the seastone had sapped from Buggy until you felt his bruising grip as he brutally slammed his hips into yours. Even his cock seemed to get harder as it was bullied deeper in your body. He struggled to stay quiet, grunting like a wild boar as he rut into you.

You were on the edge of the precipice, ready to throw yourself over the ledge, when a horrible sound yanked you back to solid ground. A piercing siren sound filled the ship, signaling the top of the hour and a change in duties. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You needed to finish your job before anyone found out what you were doing. Who you were doing.

In a panic, you elbowed the pirate and spun around. “They’re gonna catch us,” you said with wide-eyes.

With all his blood below the belt, Buggy was already caught off-guard by the loud noise. Your rapid change from a whimpering needy thing who needed to be railed, to a Marine who wanted to follow the rules was a lot for the pirate to follow after losing the trail of his own orgasm. All he could do was struggle to pull up his pants as you shoved him into the jail cell and locked him in. Thoughts slowly returned to his head and weakness seeped back into his body as he watched you fix up your uniform before freezing.

“What the fuck did you do?” The question started as a shout before you restrained the rest of your temper.

“I wanted to make sure you come back for me,” Buggy responded with a wink. “Besides, we didn’t get to finish. I figured you could keep it warm for me until the encore.” He reached down and grabbed the crotch of his pants, which was baggier than it should be.

“Are you fucking ser-” The rhetoric question was stopped by the throbbing in your body. 

Between your body fully accepting the rough fuck and the whirlwind of anxiety about being caught, you didn’t notice that Buggy left you with a piece of himself. Of all the things he could have done with his Devil Fruit powers in that moment, rather than doing something, anything, that could help him escape, the clown chose to part from his dick. What a fucking joke.

---

It was a sunny day with just enough of a breeze to keep the sails full and to blow away excess heat from the sun. The gentle wind helped dry the perspiration on your skin as you crossed the deck, towards the meeting room. While the air carried away some of the physical evidence, your body still burned and you chose to believe the unrelenting heat was shame. Punctual attendance was critical on the ship and you couldn’t even spare a few minutes to evict the pirate’s privates without risking a penalty.

With each step, you felt the fullness between your legs and the stretch from his girth. You couldn’t remember what it meant to walk normally. Every movement was over thought and analyzed. What felt normal made your core feel too tight against the intrusion. Longer strides had you worry that he might slip out. While it seemed unlikely (all of this was unlikely already), you worried about losing this bit of Buggy. There would be no reasonable way to explain a lone penis anywhere on the ship.

As hard as you tried to be upset with Buggy’s stupid horny decision, your body was still flooded with hormones that drowned logic and only allowed obscene thoughts to float. You were deep in a fucked up situation and you were enjoying it.

You arrived just in time for the meeting to start. It was a daily check-in where attendees would recite numbers and metrics that meant nothing to you. It was important and wholly unnecessary. The returning sheen of sweat and lingering redness on your face could be excused as the hustle needed to arrive on time and not the throbbing you felt inside. 

Settling into one of the open chairs, you couldn’t find a position that was remotely comfortable. There was minimal padding on the wood chairs and the backrests were at an awkward height that provided no support. Leaning too far one way pushed Buggy further inside and you just barely concealed the discovering gasp as a deep breath. 

Crossing your legs was a terrible idea, as it only added to the unforgiving pressure. The sensation attacked you both, as you felt the confined cock flex in its warm prison. You quickly uncrossed your legs, glad no one could see how they shook under the table.

Wicked voices began whispering to you, talking over the droning presentation at the head of the table. You couldn’t find any reprieve from what you were feeling. The only thing that made you feel better was giving in. You could afford to let your mind drift, this meeting was only to make others feel important. You had your own feelings to deal with.

Your mind wandered down to where those feelings radiated from. To the frustrating ache between your legs. Buggy was a good length, on the longer end of average, but his thickness was far more than average. Thankfully he got you so riled up earlier and all you had to suffer through was a burn that he quickly fucked away. Your body had grown accustomed to the wideness, but being held open for so long was different. Even through the uniform, you felt exposed. With each twitch from your hole as it fruitlessly tried to find some give against the occupant, you fell apart a little more. 

You shifted in the chair again, cautiously rolling your hips with the movement. Just once. And then again, under the guise of trying to get comfortable. Fuck, that did feel good. Your body shifted against Buggy’s member just right. You tensed against him, chasing that sensation, and receiving a heavy throb in response.

Your name broke through the fog you willingly got lost in. Your eyes snapped to the man standing at the head of the table.

“Is there something more important than going over these reports?” 

Maybe your movements weren’t as subtle as you thought.

“No, Sir. Just trying to get comfortable. I apologize for the distraction.” You spoke loudly, overriding the quiver hiding in your throat. 

Buggy was reacting to the jolt of tension that ran through our body. Clenched fists pressed into your knees and your toes curled in the little space available in your boots as you rode out his movement. It was incredibly frustrating and absolutely embarrassing. So why did it feel so fucking good?

---

The rest of the meeting ended without further incident. At least, as far as any of the attendees cared. For you, every action and reaction from either of your linked bodies felt like a whole new event to survive. You offered a tight lipped smile to everyone as they left the room, preferring a small audience when you attempted to use your weak legs. Luckily, horniness and adrenaline held you up and supported you out of the room.

The infirmary was a few doors down and it was around the time the doctor took a break. If you were lucky, the room would be empty and you could put an end to this. The luck was debatable when you opened the door to two pale faces. One belonged to the Marine who was on guard duty and the other belonged to the prisoner being guarded. A prisoner who offered you a small smile that matched the one painted on his face.

The guard started babbling when you entered the room. “H-he doesn’t look good, r-right? I brought him h-here, but they’re all on break. I’m wor-worried he’s gonna upch- upchu-ugh, pu- v- vom-”

“Get sick?”

The guard nodded with pursed lips, struggling to hold back the hiccups and sympathetic heaves that wracked their body. “Doesn’t seem ser-serious enough to call the med-ugh medics b-back.”

You looked at Buggy, trying to assess what was going on. Was this a ploy or was he actually ill? Were you going to get sick? 

“It doesn’t look that serious. I can stay with him. Why don’t you go lie down?” Your offer was accepted before you even finished speaking. 

The infirmary door closed, leaving you and Buggy in an awkward silence. He sat in a chair, hunched over, still giving you a weak smile.

“Are you okay? Is it bad?” You asked, concerned that his flashy self seemed to be affected. Crouching down, you brought yourself closer to his level.

“Bad,” he repeated hoarsely, leaning towards you. 

His trajectory would bring his painted forehead to the white shoulder of your uniform, so you intercepted. Pressing your head against his, you waited for Buggy to continue. 

“N-need you. Made a bad decision, need you, please.” One of his cuffed hands pawed at the empty space where his dick should be. 

With his strength and stamina taken away during imprisonment, Buggy’s self-inflicted secondary imprisonment was too much. He could feel everything - how your body continued to struggle around him, how warm you were inside, how you reacted to his involuntary cries and demands for more. It felt so fucking good, so deliriously wonderful, and downright torturous.

There was no end in sight, though. There had to be a reason you kept him inside, so even if Buggy could come, it would be followed with overstimulation that could go for who knows how long. Not to mention how upset you would probably be if you were unexpectedly full of his hot cum. 

Buggy whimpered at the thought. At imagining you full and plugged. Of his jizz dripping out and collecting in your underwear. Of you being an absolute fucking mess under your prim and pristine uniform, because of him.

“Please,” he whined again.

You pulled away and locked the door. “We don’t have a lot of time. Again.”

Buggy bit his lip as you held out your hand to help him up and blubbered what sounded like, “thank you.”

You understood how he felt. So insatiable that nothing mattered more than giving into these desperate needs that aggressively grew out of desire. Giving up on everything but chasing the high, you uncuffed Buggy and undid your pants. 

This fucker needed to know the effect his dumbass decision had on others. You shoved his hand down your pants, letting him feel how wildly aroused you were. How much of a mess he made.

His groan was laced with delight and pain at the knowledge. His touch was everywhere, committing all of the evidence of your lust to memory. As his hand crept further, it came in contact with his base and his body jolted at the touch. This was too much.

Yanking his hand out of your pants, Buggy rushed to unbuckle his and expose where his member belonged. Following his lead, you pulled your pants down and turned around. Wary about wasting precious time, Buggy pressed his hips against yours and shuddered when his cock returned to its rightful place. It felt as if his senses increased a hundredfold now that it was back.

“M’close,” he warned, struggling to set a reliable pace. 

Honestly, he was about to explode when his hand was down your pants. But he needed this. He needed to feel you moving on his cock. To feel your body react against him. To feel you explode.

As if reading his thoughts, you grabbed his hand and pushed it down. You didn’t need much. This entire time, you didn’t need much, apparently. Just his attention on you was enough to pull you off the trail you were on. And that’s what he gave you - his enthusiastic attention. 

His hand moved fervently, following the cues your body gave. The touches that had your breaths teeter on moans, pressure that had your body clench his, sensations that increased the tension in your core.

“Uh-haah, uh-huh, just like that. K-keep going, g-gonna… You’re gonna make me c-” You were cut off as the feeling ripped through your body, sharp and electric. The words in your mouth were wiped away as you fell to the indescribable surge.

Buggy huffed as he struggled to fuck through your orgasm. Your unsaid words rung through his head - he was responsible for this. You were shaking beneath him because of what he did. Your sweet sighs of relief were for him.

“Wh-where-” Buggy could hardly stutter a question he should have asked earlier.

“Finish what you started,” you said, leaning into his touch once again.

Feeling your body melt against his, accepting his thick cock so easily, pulling him deeper - that was more than enough.

“F-fucking shit,” Buggy hissed as he came. 

The climax was nearly painful as he shot stream after stream inside your body. Feeling like the release would never end, the pirate clung to you and whimpered with each pulse. Eventually, he ran out. His hold released with a shaky sigh.

Buggy struggled with words to fill the next moment. Something about how this felt good. Maybe a thanks? But before he could decide, yet another loud sound interrupted the moment. A sound that was accompanied by a lurch that threw the pirate back. An explosion. Then came the alarms. The ship was under attack by pirates. You both rushed to fix yourselves up.

“I-I think that’s for me,” Buggy said.

You looked at him incredulously. Was this all a fucking trick?

“I want you to come with me.”

His request kept you silent. This didn’t make sense.

“I didn’t think they were coming. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. But it was fun - well, I had fun. I think you did too. We can keep having fun, unless you want to keep living this stuffy life.” Buggy spoke quickly. 

His explanation was rushed, but you could see a hint of honesty among the turmoil.

Buggy held his hand out for you to grab.

---

Life on a pirate ship was different, but also similar to life with the Marines. Useless meetings couldn’t be avoided and petty drama existed everywhere. But the spirit and passion that came with piracy was unbelievably vast. Joys flew high, parties raged hard, drinks always flowed, treasure was celebrated.

And on Buggy’s ship, there was always more. More life, more color, more light. Dumb jokes, death defying stunts, fantastic skills, and stupid decisions that managed to work out in the end.

One of your favorite things about life aboard the ship were the quiet afternoons you spent with the captain. Afternoons that were spent laying in the shared bed, your body nestled against his. Afternoons full of stories and musings. Afternoons dedicated to the two of you, which you spent slotted together in warmth and intimacy.

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 10, Uneasy - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, bad jokes, Explicit Sexual Content Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here. (hand job, fingering, PIV), little bit 'o' dirty talk, coitus interruptus, Bucky being a dumbass, insecurity, thoughts of self harm, arguing, mentions of emotional affair, poorly translated Russian, Pocket giving Bucky more chances than he deserves, really.

Word Count: 2.5k

Previously On...: You made the mistake of watching Bucky and Jade spar in the training room. Needless to say, it was... intense, and you weren't the only one to notice. Looks like others in the Tower are taking bets on how long it'll be before Bucky cheats on you. He promises loves only you, only wants to be with you, and you want to believe his sweet words... you just cant shake the look of guilt that crossed his face when he realized you were watching him and Jade spar. Hopefully, he can prove his devotion to you with a little horizontal sparring of your own.

A/N: I'm sorry. Really, that's all I got for this one. Pocket's reaching her breaking point, but she's not quite there just yet; bare with her as she tries to deal. I mean, would any of us give up on Bucky fucking Barnes until we absolutely had to? I think not, lol.

Part three of this chapter is fairly short; I'll be posting it today, as well.

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Bucky pushed you up against the hard surface of your bedroom door, his lips trailing fire along your skin as he kissed you with an almost animalistic need. You could feel the press of his erection through the fabric of your workout clothing digging into your stomach as you tilted your head back and let out a soft moan.

“Bucky,” you breathed as his hips rutted against you, “we should get inside.”

“Need you so bad, Pocket,” he grunted, fingers finding their way under your shirt and sliding along your already sweat-slicked skin. “Should be getting inside of you.”

“Mmm, clever,” you hummed as you reached behind your bodies for the door handle. You managed to awkwardly twist it open just as Bucky’s hips pressed particularly aggressively, sending you both tumbling through the doorway.

Bucky’s hands were on you before you could fully lose your balance, keeping you upright and supported as he led you both to the couch.

“Bed’s not that far away, Barnes,” you said in between kisses as you began pulling off your clothes.

“Too far away,” he countered, bouncing on one foot as he worked to tug off his sneaker. “You’re lucky I’m too much of a gentleman to take you right on the floor.”

You quirked an eyebrow at that. “Lucky, huh?”

“Remember the rugburn you got last time?” he asked, his smile positively predatory as he gently pushed you backwards onto the cushions, his hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings and pulling them down your legs.

“Touche,” you contended. The memory of your chafed skin certainly had put a damper on the otherwise delightful experience. You might have to talk to Tony about getting some carpet with a little more shag.

You giggled at the thought, causing Bucky to raise a questioning eyebrow as he helped you out of your sports bra.

“I was thinking we might need a better shag carpet for future shagging,” you informed him. His laughter quickly turned into a moan as you reached down into his shorts and took a hold of him, stroking his length.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as he thrust his hips into your hand. “They didn’t make girls like you back in my day.”

You pulled him free from his bottoms and boxer briefs, taking one hand off of him to push the fabric down. “Thank God for that,” you told him. “You might have been tempted to dodge the draft, otherwise. Then where would we be?”

Bucky grunted, and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “How can you make such horrible jokes and still manage to be so fucking hot?” he asked you with a grin.

You took your hands off of his cock, pretending to be offended. “Horrible?! My handjobs are only for people who think my jokes are funny.”

“Did I say ‘horrible’?” Bucky asked in mock confusion, reaching down to run his metal fingers through your waiting folds. The cold touch made your back arch as he inserted two fingers inside of you. “Coulda sworn I said hilarious.”

“Weak save attempt, Old Man,” you panted as he picked up the tempo with his hand. “Judges– fuck– judges allow it, you can put it in. God, put it in!”

“Gotta get you ready, doll,” Bucky grinned down at you. “Get you good and stretched.”

“I swear to God, Barnes, if you don’t start fucking me right now—” you words were cut off by a scream as Bucky took heed of your warning and pushed himself into you, until he was filling you completely. “Yes!” you shouted, relishing in the feeling of being so consumed by him. “Fuck, so good, Buck!” You began thrusting your hips, begging him to move within you.

“Fuck, sweets.” Bucky’s thrusts were hard and forceful. “Takin’ me so well, all with no prep. Making me so proud, the way you’re grabbin’ me. Feel like fuckin’ heaven!”

You reached your hands around his back, digging your nails into the strong muscles of his ass to pull him closer, as though you wanted to leave no space between your bodies. “So big, Bucky,” you moaned into his ear as you hitched a leg around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. “Never had anyone fill me up as good as you! Was fucking made for this cock.”

Your words drove Bucky feral, and like flipping a switch, his thrusts went into overdrive.

Between the sound of slapping skin and your wanton moans, you barely registered Bucky’s cell phone ringing. You paid it no mind as he pounded into you, completely ignoring it until you felt his pace falter. Looking up, you saw him reach over and grab it from the coffee table. 

“Come on, Buck,” you whined, “leave it. I’m sure Steve won't mind waiting a bit.”

Bucky looked from the caller ID to you, a combination of embarrassment and frustration on his face. “It’s Vix,” he said, fingers moving to the screen.

“Ignore it,” you told him, feeling the tide of your impending orgasm slowly slipping back out to sea. 

“It might be important,” he said, his voice sounding pathetic to your ears. 

“Barnes,” you warned, your voice low and icy. 

“It’ll just take one second.” He got up, pulling out of you with a slick sound, and you felt your vagina dry up and board shut, closing for business. He turned his back to you as he accepted the call. You didn’t even bother to listen to his half of the conversation-- nothing she had to say to him was important enough for this, opting instead to get up and go into the bathroom.

Your hands were shaking with rage as you tried several times to lock the door behind you before succeeding. You could not believe your ‘boyfriend’ had just pulled out of you, in the middle of sex, to answer another woman’s phone call. An image of his face from this morning flashed before your eyes as you turned on the shower– the guilt that seemed to cross his features when he had realized you were watching him spar with Jade. You’d been so quick to put it to the back of your mind, to ignore it, but now? After this? God. Was he thinking about her while he was inside of you? You turned the heat of the water up as far as it would go and grabbed your loofah, preparing to scrub the disgust you felt from your skin.

No. You heard Pepper’s words echo in your head– you can’t control what other people do, you can only control your response to them. And you were not going to fall into your old habits over this. You turned the heat down to a tolerable level and lathered your loofah with soap, needing to (gently, you reminded yourself) cleanse your body of the sweat, sex, and shame. 

As you were rinsing the soap from your body, you heard a pounding on the bathroom door. “Doll?” Bucky’s voice was muffled through the wood. “Doll, what’s wrong? Why is the door locked? If I knew you wanted a shower, I would have joined you.”

Was he fucking serious right now? You took your sweet time, not answering him as you finished your shower, toweling yourself off before you wrapped yourself in your robe. 

With a resigned sigh, you opened the door back into your bedroom, half expecting to find Bucky gone, perhaps to have Jade take care of erection she’d prevented you from finishing off. But he was sitting on the edge of your bed, his boxer briefs back on and elbows resting on his knees. He looked up when he heard the door open.

“Hey,” he said, standing and making his way toward you. “Sorry about the interruption. Vix just had some questions about the training schedule for the rest of the week. But that’s all squared away, so we can get back to it.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. “You can’t seriously think that I want to have sex with you right now,” you said. Your voice was hard and impassive. 

“What?” Bucky looked genuinely confused. “Why not?”

You walked over to your dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of panties and leggings. With your back to him, you shimmied into them under your robe. “Call me crazy, but I kinda consider you stopping mid-thurst to take a call from another woman, my fucking nemesis, of all people, to be a bit of a mood killer.”

You heard Bucky sigh behind you, and you could just imagine him running his hand through his hair. “Pocket,” he said, “come on. Don’t be so dramatic. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Your entire body stiffened at his words. Turning around slowly, you gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Bucky held his hands palms-out, as if to indicate he wasn’t a threat to you. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. I was just taking a phone call.”

It took every ounce of control you had within you to not explode on him. You closed your eyes and took one, two, three deep breaths that did nothing to calm you. “You took a phone call,” you said, “in the middle of sex. With a girl who has been a problem between us since the moment she showed up. How do you not get that that is not okay? At fucking all?”

“God, I thought therapy was supposed to help fix your problem,” he said, “not make it worse.”

You blanched at that. “My problem?”

“Yes, your problem,” he said, voice rising. “I haven’t done anything wrong, but you keep trying to paint me out to be the bad guy. You make me feel like a fucking cheater when I’ve never even touched her.”

“You don’t need to touch her to be having an emotional affair with her, Barnes,” you said, voice quiet. 

“An emotional affair?” he barked out a laugh. “We’re just friends.” 

“Just friends?” you asked, incredulous. “I’m ‘just friends’ with Steve. Should I take a call from him when I’ve got your dick inside of me?” You watched in real time as Bucky’s expression darkened. You hated using his insecurities about Steve to make a point, but he was leaving you no other choice. You didn’t know how else to make him understand why he was hurting you so badly.

“That’s completely different,” he said through clenched teeth. 

You raised your chin. “It’s not different, at all, and you know it. If I stopped having sex with you to take a call from Steve, you would be livid. And honestly, I’m so disappointed in you for pretending like it’s not the same! That’s so disingenuous, Bucky.”

Bucky tilted his head back and sighed. “I feel like we’re going around in circles here, Pocket,” he said, voice heavy. “You keep getting upset, and I keep trying to reassure you, but it’s like you want there to be something going on between her and I.”

“I keep getting upset because you have no fucking concept of appropriate boundaries, Bucky!” you shouted at him. You startled yourself– you’d hardly ever raised your voice at him in anger. From the look on his face, it had taken him aback, too. “I shouldn’t have to be constantly telling you that your interactions with her are inappropriate for a guy in a monogamous relationship! It’s fucking exhausting, but every time I think we’ve made progress, you turn around and do something that makes me feel even worse!”

“Well, if I’m so fucking exhausting, then why are you even still with me?” he shouted back at you.

You stared at him, eyes wide. Was this it? Was this where he left you for Jade? Had you finally pushed him too far?

But his face immediately fell as he realized what he had just said. “Hell. Doll, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know what to do to make you feel better.” He took a step toward you, opening his arms, and you let him embrace you, though you didn’t hold him back. “I don’t know how to convince you that there’s nothing between her and I.”

You looked up at him. “Think of Steve,” you said. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at you. “What I mean is,” you continued, “when you’re about to do something with Jade, ask yourself if you would be comfortable with me doing that with Steve, knowing how he feels about me. But instead of Steve being your best friend, imagine that he was actively trying to break us up. Like, would you be cool with me and Steve going off and forgetting about you in Central Park? Or would you be happy watching Steve sit on top of me during a sparring session while you listened to agents talk about it's just a matter of time before we start fucking?” You could tell by the way his arms tense around you that the very thought angered him. “Or if I decided that it was so important that I take a call from Steve that I just stopped having sex with you, even after you told me to ignore it. Don’t tell me none of that wouldn’t make you feel like absolute shit.”

Bucky blew out a breath and pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You’re right,” he said sadly. “That would drive me insane. I’ll work on it. I’ll… I’ll try to think of Steve.”

You sighed. “I need you to do more than try, Buck,” you told him. “I need you to do it. Cause this, the way things are right now? It’s killing me.”

The look Bucky gave you then was enough to break your heart. You knew, you truly knew he wasn’t doing any of this on purpose, but he couldn’t keep falling back on his cluelessness as an excuse. Not anymore. Not when it was destroying you.

“Mne ochen' zhal', moya lyubov'.” I’m so sorry, my love. “I will do it.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him. You were relieved that he was finally, hopefully, seeing where you were coming from, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder how many more times he was going to put you through this. “I love you,” you said into his bare chest.

“I love you, too,” he replied. After a beat, he said: “So, I guess sex is off the table for this afternoon?”

You chuffed at that, then looked back up at him. “Seriously?" you asked, giving him a look. "Obviously, for now; don’t be stupid,” you said. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be persuaded to revisit the possibility later.”

Bucky smiled down at you. “I can work with that,” he said. “How about a movie, instead? I’ll take a shower, you grab some snacks from the kitchen, and we can watch whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” you said, feeling hopeful. “You will regret giving me that power, Barnes.”

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[bowieandqueen11]

Jesse Pinkman Being Jealous Would Include...

Request: omg so glad you’re writing for breaking bad rn cause i literally just started watching it and i’m obsessed 😭 could you do jealous jesse pinkman please? (hcs or a fic whatever you want)

Oh my gosh yay I'm really glad you started watching it!! If you haven't already you 100% have to watch Better Call Saul afterwards it's one of my favourite shows of all time! :)

Warning: spoilers for later seasons of the show! Mentions of drugs, mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of burn injuries, light swearing, mentions of trauma!

(I do not own Breaking Bad or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @tilldeathdousart.)

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Baby boy, baby boy. meow meow cat man. its so hard writing you as jealous because i feel if anyone started flirting with your s/o you would just break down crying and honestly same we love an in touch with his emotions king loml honestly

Jesse has always been the jealous type. Hot headed. Easily wound up by bullies ten times his size and a thousand times more ferocious and cutthroat than he had ever tried to be. Almost as easily as he had slipped into that easy routine of being ass over heels, devastatingly in love with you. The kind where every night, he tosses and turns in his mildew spelling bed, plagued by thoughts of doing nothing all day but sloppily kissing your lips between blunts. The kind where he has to stare up at the sky after he's been caught staring, until his retinas burn the sunlight into the back of his skull, yet the pain is nowhere near as cataclysmic as the hurricane your smile brings to his heart.

He had far too many years to temper it, to try and smother his love, and yet over time he seemed to get worse and worse and worse at stopping it from choking at his throat. He wasn't so bad during high school: sure, you found him a little odd, the way he would brag to his friends in the corridor about how he'd never 'studied a day in my life, man!', and yet in Chemistry he would be chewing the edge of his pen and scribbling furiously down on his paper during the end of term quiz.

He was terrible at tempering it, and you were terrible at seeing it.

Little did you know, that all the words he scratched down with his shaking hand were either complete guesses, or absolute gibberish. He had no idea what the paper was even supposed to be on, but you were sitting beside him, and so he wanted to look as smart in front of you as he possibly could. Bless his heart, to everyone else he was so obvious: Mr White would just peer over his shoulder and shake his head, his mouth in a lined frown as he watched Jesse peer like a meerkat over the side of the desk to stare at you from behind his slipping down beanie.

Some of his friends, his 'gang' as he liked to call them, were snickering from a couple of benches behind at the way he was trying to look clever by placing his fist under his chin, but his elbow kept slipping off the edge thanks to his baggy hoody. Even Justin Treller, the guy sitting to your right, and the kid Jesse was getting more and more annoyed with every time he leant over to whisper something in your ear, was evidently enjoying the way the tips of Jesse's ears were beginning to burn with embarrassment.

Eventually, when you began giggling at the things Justin was leering further and further towards you to murmur, Jesse began to snap. That's when he began doing stupid shit to make you laugh, like plugging the tube in and flicking his hand through the Bunsen Burner flame to try and impress you with his pain tolerance. When Jesse inevitably ended up being sent to the nurse's office for such a dumbass idea, he was wincing so harshly at the pain that he nearly tore through his bottom lip, leaving a nice scar. You volunteered to bring him down, spending half of your lunch period taking care of him.

He sat caved in on himself, trying to make himself as small a target as possible on one of the fold out chairs. He was obviously embarrassed, by the way his voice kept cracking each time you tightened some of the new dressing over his fingers. Mainly he was talking to try and distract you from the way his hands were shaking, so desperate to reach out and brush over your cheek that he nearly sobs with the effort. He also doesn't want you to notice how pathetic he looks: how he so subconsciously prepares himself for the mental barrage from his mother, or the physical threats from the people he deals with out in the streets, that he looks like a meek kitten sitting there with his palms down on his knobbly kneecaps.

He had known then, of course. He had known, as you pressed your lips chastely against the back of his sore knuckles, and giggled at the way his cheeks immediately flushed like a blooming snapdragon, that you would always be the love of his life. The only thing, behind the emotional neglect, the gossip, the drugs, the constant damn pressure, that he truly had chosen to care about. Which is why, after he bought his parents house and asked if you'd want to live in it, free of rent, he was shocked that you said yes.

Good things don't usually happen to this boy. And seeing how you were the best of all, he had to swallow his heart and just smile at your words, terrified he was going to ruin you.

I mean, living there at first had been easy enough. You had been round (or smuggled in by Jesse) so many times since that day in the nurse's office, that it felt like a second home to you. His parents, while they had still been speaking to Jesse, had absolutely adored you. They would always be teasing their son during family dinners about how he had been saving up doing his *wink wink* 'paper rounds' late at night, just so he could save up for the big wedding he was planning. Blushing ferociously, Jesse would duck his head down until his forehead banged against the tablecloth, begging his mom with that tired drawl to 'please... just stop'.

Somehow, somehow you just... never saw it. Perhaps you were laughing too much at the way Jesse's father was pretending to elbow his son to notice. Maybe, you were trying to cover your own eyes in mortification. I'm not sure, but I do know that you never seemed to notice the gut-wrenching look of pure hope Jesse would throw your way, once he had mustered the strength to peek his head up again.

While he shook his head and bit at the corner of his fingernail, while he poked and prodded at his escaping garden peas, while he took an awkward sip of his water and pretended to glance around the table. He was always looking your way, as if you had tied his heart to a string, his compass pointing him north, directing him back to his true home. His eyes would just linger on you like a listless man possessed from between the prongs of his fork, stabbing harshly at the plate in time with his thudding heart.

His heart sure was beating now. So ferociously, he thought it was about to splinter and explode out of his chest, implanting the chards everywhere until they were all that was left in memory of him. He knew you were getting sick of the constant parties. Of him being dazed 24/7. Of not knowing why he lashed out all the time. He knew it wasn't fair, but every time he closed his eyes he just saw Gale's pleading eyes beginning to burn itself into the safe memories he kept in the back of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe from all the sobbing. He couldn't even think in peace. So he just bit the cap off another beer bottle and fell down heavily on the edge of his brand new thousand dollar sofa, imprisoning himself in self-isolation despite being lost amidst a sea of people.

It was right at that moment you decided to try and brave down the stairs, having to hold onto the bannister for dear life as you jumped down each step, the bass vibrating through the walls until they shook. As you peered over mountains of baggie hoodies and tripped over lumps of passed out people on the floor in your effort to try and find Jesse, you accidentally bumped into the back of one of Skinny Pete's friends. You apologised as he turned around, which would have been fine if he hadn't taken one look at you and decided you were his main entertainment for the night. The smell of stale weed and lukewarm beer radiated off his sour breath as he leant down to rasp against the shell of your ear, sending a chill rolling down your back. You tried to compress your shoulders and squeeze past him, but the guy would not stop trying to grab onto your waist and pull you back, staring very blatantly down at your chest.

You knew Jesse had been shoved into the deep end of some shady business recently, but the way he had been acting over the last while had been frightening you. So despondent. So careless. To come home every day and find him almost completely blazed out of his mind on the floor, seemingly not recognising you as he failed to respond to your greeting. Not realising that as soon as you wandered into the kitchen to put the groceries away, those desperate, love strung eyes were following your heels. He nearly cried out for you, voice hoarse and heavy in the back of his throat.

If he had mustered the energy, he would have gotten onto his hands and knees and crawled like a baby on the floor to follow after you. The way you would beg him at 2 a.m. to turn down the music, and he would just grab at your hands and try to get you to join in his terrible on the spot jump-dancing. You never discerned how heartbroken he seemed to be when you jolted back from him as if shot; his bottom lip would quiver and he would sink to his knees when your bedroom door finally slammed shut. 

He couldn't take it. He couldn't take it anymore. First it had been his parents. Then the drugs. Then Mr. White, Gus, Gale, Mike, Saul, the pressure just kept building up and up and up and he didn't know how to escape it. Too cowardly to run away, just as he had always been resigned into believing you could never love him back. Too submissive. Too easily used. And now, now there was barely anything left of him. Sometimes, sometimes that scared kid would try to crawl out of his throat when he was alone at night, but he would just choke on his tears in the darkness until he had drowned him again.

So what does he do? Gets off his face drunk, and throws another mind numbingly monotonous party until the walls start spinning and he doesn't even know who's coming through those doors anymore. Hell, he still half expects his mother to come busting through, chiding him for having drugs in the house. For having you in the house, with such company present. For being a coward.

Now he had just brought more trouble on himself. If the company he now decided to keep didn't get his hands off you in approximately ten seconds, you were going to knock him on his ass in front of all his little buddies.

Thankfully, Jesse seemed to have a sixth sense as to when you were in trouble, and he had been steadily keeping his beady eyes on you ever since you reached the top step. Before you could shove the guy back, Jesse's already doing it for you. As soon as he’s by your side you can tell he’s wound up: not by the way he comes striding over, shouting over the beat and lowering his head as if he’s about to headbutt the guy. Not from the way his hand flies in his face, or the swears, the long string of increasingly ridiculous ‘bitch’ related insults he calls him, but from the way he looks so, so tired. He looks on the verge of tears, his eyes bloodshot as he brushes gently past you to start shoving the guy out the front door, yelling above the music to shepherd everyone else out as well.

'Jesse... seriously, you need to tell me what's going on, right now.'

When the door finally slams shut, you know him well enough that the best thing to do is just let his head cool down for a minute. When he was younger, that used to involve ringing you up whenever his parents had threatened to kick him out again; you would come clambering over the picket fencing lining his immaculately manicured side-yard to see him sitting on the edge of his windowsill, smoke rings blowing out the side of his mouth as he waited in the dark for you to arrive. His hand would shake as he hefted you up from the piping by his bedroom wall, awkwardly landing you down half on his feet as he would just stay beside you all night. He would speak from time to time, asking you about what you wanted to do once you managed to escape from this dump ass town. But mainly, he just leaned his head back and listened to your voice, gazing up at the faraway stars as if it were the only place he could possibly be truly free.

But now, he was far worse off than you ever could have imagined. He hunched over, as if he had a spiked collar weighted around his neck as he lumbered past you, crawling down onto the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest as he sat back against his brand new surround sound speaker, ducking his head into the gap and clawing at the back of his neck until you worried he was about to draw blood.

It was horrifying, hearing how he gasped between retching sobs as you sunk down on the floor next to him.

You tentatively reached out to place a hand on his back, kicking an empty pizza box out of the way with your foot so you could sit with the side of your thigh touching his. As soon as you made contact, he leapt at you like a rabid dog, clawing and clenching and biting his teeth into his shirt as he fell onto your chest.

‘Please. Please don’t leave me’, he gasped out between heaving cries, looking up at you with eyes so dejected, it were as if someone had stifled out the blinding stars once in them with dark clouds. Bits of saliva stuck between his teeth as he screwed his eyes shut once again and began bawling even harder, falling like a broken bird as you held the back of his head and guided it down to rest just above your breast bone.

‘I love you’, he starts sobbing, fists bunching up the material at the back of your shirt. It was you. It always has been. And if you walked out that door with the rest of them, he had nothing left. He would willingly roll over, and let himself just rot away. 

You sure as hell saw it now.

Eventually, after you rock him back and forth against the floorboards for a while and just cradle him in a way he’s never experienced during his years on earth, he becomes more placid against you. It helps that at some point, you had absentmindedly begun to trace the silvery wisp of an outline that had been left on his bottom lip all those years ago, your pointer finger glancing back and forth as it quivered. He was almost entirely curled against you now, pretending to be asleep so you wouldn’t stop, but his breath froze when he heard you whisper ‘I love you too’ against the top of his hair.

He’ll feel really sheepish the next day when he finally wakes up, peering round the corner with his hand behind his head when he spots you trying to straighten out the crick in your neck after a night spent on the floor. He’ll come apologizing with his go to breakfast: a childhood favourite of pancakes absolutely drenched in maple syrup; they were the kind his mom would make if she were in a good mood at the weekends. When he would sit at the table the morning after you slept over, watching stupid cartoons his brother had put on the small television, grinning to himself as some dripped down his chin. It had been the happiest he had been in his life.

Although he still has that boyish, soulful smile on his face as he sits criss-cross down beside you, you can tell that he’s still plagued by how wet his eyes are: how heavily he’s blinking.

‘I really do love you, you know that right?’, you whisper, taking the plate from him.

‘Yeah, I do.’

Suddenly your fork goes crashing to the floor, forgotten about as you lean forward to kiss him, nearly surprising the heck out of him as his teeth clash against yours. He’s quick to reach up and tenderly, oh god, so gently cradle the side of your cheeks, but that’s soon abandoned as he readily allows you to guide him until his back is against the floorboards. You clamber over until you’re almost straddling him, beginning to smile yourself as you feel him grin against your top lip, the soft peals of his giggles breaking out against the surface of your tongue as you dip down against him.

And suddenly, his life seemed like it was worth fighting for again. He was going to get out of this. He was going to escape. He was going to win. Not for himself, but for you.

[all-pacas]

I saw some of your posts saying how observant and clever Chase is,while also being a "dumb whore". I feel like this is the right place to say that I don't find his "ditzy slut" moments funny in isolation,without taking his cunning,calculating traits into account. If Chase is just a "himbo",it takes away the shock value(not to mention I've seen way funnier "simple dumbasses" than "isolated Chase moments"). On the other hand,a guy who can clearly think on his feet making terrible mistakes that could be avoided by a bit of common sense is a recipe for hilarious "wtf?" moments. Like,I've seen you deduce stuff with striking accuracy with minimal information,how did you come with such an inane conclusion? It's what they call "high intelligence,low wisdom".

Also,I saw a post of you saying Foreman is "book-smarter" than Chase,while the latter is more observant and a "people-person",besides having more "improvising" skills. This is certainly interesting,considering their backgrounds(Foreman was raised in the hood,had some involvement with gangs;whereas Chase was a rich brat with many opportunities. One would think their skillsets would be inverted,lol)

Even before I finished reading this comment, I was planning on making a "he's a high in/low wisdom," so thanks for making that joke for me, lol.

The thing is, Chase is legitimately very lazy. Or like. He works hard and he's very good at his job, but I think it's interesting that both his specialties are… obviously to be a doctor you have to be smart, but he has very hands on specialties. His job isn't to memorize and know everything about auto-immune diseases, his job is to be great at cutting people open and fixing them. Again, I am well aware surgeons and intensive care takes a lot of knowledge! But it's interesting to me, you know? He definitely comes off as less cerebral.

And he's deeply unambitious. He spends half the show in a fellowship, a training program, because he's more comfortable there. Cameron and Foreman have a subplot about writing articles; we never hear anything about Chase doing the same. House literally has to fire Chase to get him off the team. Where Foreman is always desperately trying to prove himself and be the best doctor in the room, and where Cameron is honestly also deeply competitive and demands respect, Chase… we joke about him being spineless, he is spineless, but also he never really seems to mind it. He doesn't care. He does not seem offended Foreman keeps getting put in charge, nor does he really want it for himself. He has the most seniority of the fellows, but never plays it up; he's fine where he is. And I think that's where his 'laziness' comes in. He just… doesn't try very hard. Very rich kid of him, tbh. He coasts whenever possible.

Meanwhile Foreman is a huge perfectionist, and has a huge inferiority complex. He is the first to tell everyone he had perfect grades (he tells Chase a time or two), went to top schools, has a perfect resume, because Foreman derives a lot of his self worth from being able to say that: if he's the best, no one can say he doesn't belong. I think it's because of his background that he's like this: he's a Black man from a Bad Neighborhood and has a Record and he's absolutely aware what that makes him in the eyes of others. He can't afford to be like Chase — Chase can get away with being lazy and unambitious because he's a rich, good looking, white guy (and foreign, at that — but the good kind of foreign, who speaks English as a first language and comes from a rich and successful family). If Foreman acted like Chase — like he didn't give a shit about his career, like he was just working for House for the hell of it — it would look different. It would feel different. Foreman is a perfectionist and has an inferiority complex because his whole life the world has told him he's not as good, he's doomed to "turn out" bad, he won't and can't amount to anything because of who he is. Cameron is assertive and ambitious and gets really touchy when people underestimate or overlook her, because she's sensitive and kind and weak (Foreman himself tells Cameron he thinks she needs to "toughen up"), and so she also constantly has to prove herself, and that she can be a Good Doctor And Leader while still being compassionate and soft. Again, Chase doesn't have to worry about any of this. He can be unambitious and easy-going about his career, because it doesn't really matter to him in the same way. He doesn't have to be the best student or get the best marks and have the best record. He has very little to prove.

And in a way, Chase is in the same kind of perception trap as the others. Not to suggest he has it soooo much worse than Foreman, but because he's a Rich Good Looking Dude, you kind of expect him to be a nepobaby. You kind of expect him to be useless and underqualified and shallow. To coast on his looks and to not have brains and have no idea how to manage in the Real World. It's definitely how Foreman sees Chase — he says as much, and lowkey hates him for it, and fair enough — but again what's interesting to me is where it isn't quite true. Chase is brilliant, when he cares enough to try. His apathy is learned, not born from an easy life; he comes off as cool and easy-going but holds grudges and resentments and trauma about two inches down. He's afraid of rejection and trying and failing, and so stays in his comfort zones. But where Foreman spends all his time and energy trying to prove the entire world wrong, to fight every automatic perception of who he is as a person, Chase leans in to his own facade. I actually think that S8 Foreman is a pretty happy person. I think S8 Chase, Chase MD in House's office, is at least 70% miserable.

[lxstfathier]

Can you do another William afton smut but can it be like less of y/n being all sweet and can you do it more that y/n is more a rockstar and more like Marla from fight club (don’t what y/nn to be kawaii) thanks :)

I have a little fic for you anon. I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted, but i hope you like it! 💗

Warnings: dom!william, spanking, fingering, age-gap, orgasm denial.

William has been watching you.

It’s not like he’s a stalker or something, but he stares a little longer whenever he sees you around, hanging out with his dumbass of a son and his group of friends, causing chaos in the neighborhood.

But William is not stupid. He knows you don’t belong there, he knows you’re not a natural troubled person like them. And he’s pretty sure that, behind all those dark clothes and feisty attitude, you’re just a submissive girl waiting to be tamed.

And who would a best tamer than him?

That’s how you got here, bent over his desk with your skirt lifted up, just after you told him to go fuck himself.

William uses one hand to pin you down, and the other one to slap your plump butt as hard as he can, making you cry out in pain as he enjoys the way your delicate skin turns red.

“Not so clever now, are you, little trouble maker?” He says with a deep voice, not really expecting an answer, just having you under his control is enough for him.

But you do. You answer, with an unusual sweet tone in your voice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Afton.”

William let’s out a mocking chuckle, and then, instead of spanking you this time, he pulls your panties down your legs, exposing your pretty cunt, all soaked and begging to be touched.

One of his calloused fingers explores your folds, spreading your slickness, quickly finding your clit to rub it in slow circular motions.

“This is all you fuckin’ needed to drop that stupid attitude” he says, shoving your face against the cold wood of his desk. “A man old enough to be your dad to teach you who is in charge.”

Suddenly, William slips two fingers inside you, continuing his movements on your clit with his thumb, making you moan and arch your back in pure pleasure.

He pumps his digits at a fast pace, curling them slightly, reaching that soft spot deep inside that has you feeling that familiar heat in your lower belly, instinctively bucking your hips to meet his hand.

It’s too much. You clench hard around him, with your orgasm creeping closer. But right before you can come undone, William stops, taking out his fingers and slapping your wet pussy, causing you to jolt.

“Bad girls are not allowed to cum, you should know that.”

[bimbos-are-angels]

Scream for me? pt. 2

AN: Hey guys! Back with the part 2, thank you all for your continued support! If you enjoy, consider reblogging please!

Pt. 1 Here: https://www.tumblr.com/bimbos-are-angels/758029823922880512/scream-for-me?source=share

CW: Dead Dove, Obvs MDNI, Kidnapping, Mentions of toxic behavior, Kidnapping, P in V, BJ, Unprotected Sex.

With labored breaths, you walked backward towards the stairs to make a quick escape. 

“Darling- Don’t run away from me now… That’s just not polite” Your intruder slowly muttered, words getting muffled behind his white mask. 

“Get the fuck away from me you freak” You spat back. 

In a flash, he had you knocked to the floor, and stood above you. He had such a proud stance it was difficult for you not to feel scared. 

“You’re smart-” He knelt. “- A clever girl like you has to be rewarded for figuring out my little game.”

After having the wind knocked out of you and coughing for a bit, you finally were able to get on your knees to look up at him.

“Who the hell are you? What the hell is going on?” 

“Shh- You’ll find out soon enough.”

He grabbed you by your hair, and then yanked you to your feet. Feeling a cold object hit your lower back, you had to listen to his every request and command. “Walk” You quickly scurried to match this intruder's speed. He opened the door to his car, and pushed you into the passenger's side. The man got into the driver's side, turned on the car, and drove away in a flurry. After an hour of driving, you had fallen asleep because of how late it was. However, you woke up quickly to the sound of a car door slamming shut, and the man opening yours to guide you into a small cabin. Unaware of your surroundings, you shook with fear and intrigue. 

“Do you recognize me?” 

“You’ve got a mask on dumbass.” You snarkily replied. You heard a muffled chuckle. Taking his mask off, you did recognize him. You had worked with this guy. 

Dan… Danny.

He was a quiet guy, kept to himself. You would be lying if you didn’t have a small work crush on him. He was so dedicated to his work. You would find yourself staring at him as he rolled up his sleeves and wrote with such devotion. The way he would push back the hair in his face as he intently stared at his work. The one time you two worked on a case together, he brought you coffee every morning. You wish you had gotten to know him better, but you assumed that he was the type to care more about his work than any woman he would be with. 

“Danny… Right?” 

You finally saw his face, and you were met with a small smile that crept from his lips. He slowly trudged up to where you were standing and cupped your face with his large hands. 

“Nice job. I wouldn’t expect any less from you, you still have that smart brain and witty mouth I love.” You felt your face get hot. 

“I’m sorry it had to come down to this my darling- I couldn’t get you out of my head and I wanted to see you work your sweet little head off one last time.” Every word he said to you trickled out of his mouth like honey. It felt real and genuine. He kissed you and you felt yourself kissing him back. Moaning when his hands traveled down to your hips and ass, he groaned and moved down to kiss your neck and collarbones. Danny stopped for a second to see your reaction- and he nearly lost it when he saw your slack face and seductive eyes staring up back at him. Pushing you down to your knees and unbuckling his belt, he groaned

“Suck me off."

You were shocked by his dick, it was...huge. You struggled to fit his whole length into your mouth, but you slowly were mesmerized by the fluid motion of sucking him off. He began to twitch and grab your hair with one hand to 'comfort you' and he covered his mouth with the other hand. When he finished, he was a whimpering mess. You took off your pants, thinking that if he was going to use you, you wanted to finish what he had started. Sitting in his lap, you slowly took in his length. As you bottomed out, you let out the most gorgeous moan that he had ever heard. He needed you... he had killed for you... and he would do everything in his power to keep you in his life forever. Fucking into him- you rocked your hips up and down in an erratic motion. When your hips started to hurt, he took over and began to pump into you over and over. Before he came, he looked into your eyes- your bloodshot and tired eyes. Gripping your ass, he finished inside and then collapsed beside you. The exhaustion had finally taken you as you fell asleep next to him. He made a promise that night, that he would always protect you... even from a distance ♡

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Just started Medjed arc of P5R; here are my current thoughts on the characters I know so far:

Joker: Look, I know people say he's a "self-insert" but I really, really see a few very distinct personality traits in him. He's lost in thought a lot. He zones out. He's really goal-driven. He's clever. He's a risk-taker. He's wary of consequences. He takes a little while to trust people, especially adults. He's suspicious and easily annoyed. He's on your side. He wants to help. He's a snarky little shit. His compassion is as much his defiance as his bitter disdain. He's hesitant. He's confident. He's bluffing. His respect is earned. His assistance isn't. He's free. He's chained. He's larger than life. He's a dumbass dork of a teenager. Incredibly fun character to play as, 10/10. I love that you can actually see him becoming more confident as time goes on. His dialogue options also become sillier/snarkier/more teasing as he becomes closer with people. It's just fun. I have a lot more thoughts on him but I'm going to stop here. I'd love to do a bit of an analysis on him once I finish the game - I'd like to go back through his main story dialogue options and his idle and specific scene animations. Plus, they seriously popped off with his character design. There's so much I could say about that alone.

Ryuji: Ryuji, my beloved. I wish you were less horny in uncomfortable ways in some scenes - I think, as well as Atlus not knowing what teenage girls are like, they also have not... spoken to people raised by single mothers, or mothers who got out of an abusive relationship... but anyways, asides from that, I love Ryuji. I think his desire for popularity makes a lot of sense - he's only ever stood out in a bad way. He just wants to be liked, you know? And he doesn't think he's enough the way he is. He's trying his best. I need him to shut up so bad but also I hope he never shuts up, you know. He's genuinely so funny, and he's the most ride or die of anyone. Ryuji gets angry on everyone's behalf when they can't muster up their own anger yet. Everyone say thank you, Ryuji.

Morgana: I do not get the hate for this not-cat; he's so funny to me. He's becoming a little more aligned to the thieves' morality, which is probably for the best since at the beginning he was definitely down with accidental murder and totally open about his pragmatism. He actually encourages this in Joker. It's just funny. I love my emotional support not-cat bestie who sits in my desk at school then tells me to go strike shady deals with random people in back alleys. You can definitely see a change in Morgana though; he's becoming more excited about helping people for the sake of it (like Joker, he too has gained purpose), but he's also becoming more insecure.

Ann: She remains my favourite of the Thieves. If Ryuji is the original drive and Morgana the original method, then she is the original conviction. The strength to stand with victims. The desire to force those who hurt others to understand the feelings of said victims. She has the rawest fucking lines at the end of the Kamoshida arc. She loves Shiho so much, and I really feel like her and Joker are on the same page when it comes to things deeper than their surface level interests. Get you a friend like Ann fr. It's a shame that later scenes have her mostly just getting mad at the guys when they uhhh... act like horny guys towards her. Feels bad man, especially because I love the aspect of her character that wants to be more comfortable with her sexuality and have that be on her terms. <- That's really cool, actually! Why couldn't we do more with that...? As a note though, I seriously love her admiration towards female cartoon villains and that one mean girl model. I think that's so funny and also such a mood. I do not believe for one second that Ann is straight. I hope she becomes the sexy and confidant morally-ambiguous thief of her dreams, and also that she gets a girlfriend. It's what she deserves.

Yusuke: He's so dramatic. Do you expect me not to love him? I really loved his conflict during Madarame's arc - those revelations were absolutely brutal, and Yusuke really handled things well, all things considered. Again, like Ann, there were some raw lines in there. But then, of course, the slump on the other end, when the adrenaline wears off. That Yusuke's painting only showed the dark side of desire tells me that he is still grappling with the effects of all these reveals. He has a lot to process.

Makoto: I just think she's so cute. Her design is adorable. She's such a sweetheart. On the flip side though, while I don't find her as intimidating as the game seems to, I definitely would not want her mad at me. While, as I mentioned before, I found the lead up to her joining the thieves to be a little janky, the actual moment was great. I love that she has a support system now. She really needed that. I hope there are more scenes with her in group settings tbh. While I'm enjoying her one-on-one dynamics with Ryuji and Ann, I do feel like she doesn't really... gel with the group as well as, say, Yusuke did. I think they need to drag her out to more activities lol.

Sojiro: I still don't know yet? He seems like the tough love sort. I do enjoy getting to learn random coffee trivia from him, and it seems like he cares in a kind of gruff way. He also gets a lot of suspicious people coming by. Guess I'll find out more later.

Maruki: Again, I don't know much still. He's endearing and dorky. That salt bae thing still lives rent-free in my head. I feel his frustration with not being able to help more. I get it man. I will say though, the fact that we get to see scenes with the thieves and Maruki, with no Joker present, is... odd.

Kasumi: I... I don't know how to feel. She's too nice. She's too polite. All of her scenes are so weirdly convenient. I like her just fine, but there's something seriously off. I almost feel like she's an outlier on purpose, like she doesn't blend into the world. Unlike Maruki, who is new to Royal but blends into the story quite nicely, Kasumi really stands out, to the point it kind of feels like that was the intention. She is adorable, though, I won't deny that, and I do want her to succeed and all, I just... hm. I don't know how to feel about her.

Akechi: I could fix him (smack him upside the head). <- okay but seriously, he is so obviously suspicious, he so obviously knows about Joker, he's such a smarmy little shit. I would despise him irl, but he's absolutely the funniest character in the game right now. Everything he says has me either cackling or my jaw dropping at the fucking audacity. He's also really interesting to me. Love a character whose every line means three things rolled into one. He feels dangerous and weirdly endearing at the same time. What the hell is his problem (affectionate + derogatory).

Yoshida: YOSHIDA MY ABSOLUTE BELOVED. I love him so far. He's my favourite confidant right now. He just makes me so happy man I love him so much. Yoshida takes the hard road and he's got the conviction, but you need support from people to really turn your life around. Hey, that's kind of what the game is about, yeah?

Takemi: Oh I love her confidant so far. I don't know that she's one of my favourites, character-wise, but I was especially taken with her dedication to that medicine, and Joker's response to her saying that she doesn't suit everyone coming to her for medical help by countering her with an "it suits you". Very sweet. I'm getting close to finishing her confidant; I just need to level up charm.

Mishima: I'm almost done his confidant too! I actually enjoy Mishima's character. I feel like his downward spiral made a lot of sense, and I like that he's both helpful and made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I especially like that he's pulling himself out of that fame mentality by himself, without his heart being changed. We just gave his shadow something to think on.

Kawakami: Idk how I feel about this, but the perks are good. I'm curious about her though.

Sae: She seems dedicated to her job. Forming a confidant with her during the interrogation was something I did not expect and had me going "ohohoho". But man, some of the stuff she says to Makoto is way out of line... I'm glad she's at least aware as soon as it leaves her mouth, and I cannot imagine the constant stress and scrutiny she's under but... still. Girl. :/

Iwai: I'm going to properly start his confidant soon. He's cool. I feel like he's not nearly as scary as he makes himself out to be.

Ohya: Don't know much about her so far, but she's a disaster, and I will always enjoy a good disaster woman.

Lala: SHE'S PERFECT. I wish there was a mechanic where you could get advice from Lala-chan. She's looking out for everybody. She's good. :)

Chihaya: She told me I'm gonna die... :(

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Okay but........ Alphonse/Lucien,,,

Big man x Big man???

I tried to come up with a clever ship name and I couldn't smh

Ah, a chaotic crackship. Two dumbasses telling each other exxactllyy. Also I'm calling this demonic candy!!

Ngl was kinda trying to figure out how they'd get together.

But it would he interesting on how they would meet? Maybe Al accidently somehow summoned Lucien while baking with Boo. Lucien already met Angel and their roommates and Al w Boo are really good friends.

Before baking Boo got a cook book (it was a old witch's summoning g book in disguise) from someone and asked Al if he wanted some demon cookies. While baking Al cut himself and it got into the mixture, so once the cookies were fully baked.

Lucien just appeared out of no where confused bc he was debating with Angel on what cookies were the best. Cue Al and Boo panicking, Alphonse actually throws something at the demon and the red man just. Stared at him bc you really thought that'd work?

Boo befriends Lucien bc come on they loved his comments and help with their baking. Alphonse makes jokes about it being hell's kitchen, Lucien laughs and Al keeps cracking jokes.

Angel gets called and drives to the town, meets the other two and basically exchanges numbers bc Lucien doesn't have a phone yet. It's real funny bc it's basically Lucien taking Angel's phone to talk to Boo and Al. When Angel can get time off work the group hangs out with each other.

But Lucien since he's a demon literally just teleports when he gets a text from Boo. After so many times of having the share the phone Angel got him one. Alphonse after getting use to Lu just teleporting in at random times finds it funny.

I feel like Alphonse falls first bc he's telling Boo how funny Lucien is. And then when Boo says an off comment how he's also hot as hell, giggling at their own pun. Alphomse is sitting there like, wait their right-

Boo laughs as they catch on and text Angel about it. Angel being a agent of Chaos starts talking to Lucien about his opinion of Al. The demon rambles on about how he's really cool and loves the candy he gets when Al takes some from the shop.

As Lucien thinks about how Alphonse treats him he slowly realized that, he might like the Pastel punk. Bc Angel is his friend and like the only mortal he's been with for a while. But with Alphonse it's different so he's trying to figure out wtf is going on.

Angel and Boo get them together during a Halloween party thing the town hosts. Lucien has the time of his life scaring kids and eating candies. Alphonse sees how so comfortable he is and blurts out that he's really handsome. Lucien pauses and he looks down a bit, says thanks and you are too.

Alphonse cracks and also blurts that he likes big red. The demon cackled and he tells Alphonse he likes him too. Both continue having fun as they play tricks for kids and pass out candies.

Kinda can't figure out another way they'd get together. If you guys have any ideas tell me I the comments!!

[yasmiralotta]

🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🖤 for the ask meme

Ok. Here we go!

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with? Answer: That Sera is a pure evil villan. Like, what she did was 100% wrong. Don't get me wrong. But I also think she did what she thought was right at the moment. To protect heaven. Like, I think she was also manipulited in some way. And she really seem to care. Like it dosen't look like a facade to me. And I think she is trying to sheild Emily from the harsh reality the same way Stolas trying is to shield Octavia from finding out about the reailty of his and Stella's realationship.

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why? Answer: RadioApple. I am sorry, but I just don't see it. I like them being kinda platonic fathers to Charlie. But not romantically.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character? Answer: Since my favorite characters is both Angel Dust and Blitzø I am going to answer for both of them. For Angel it's of course how some people think that he is irredeemable. That just because he is not a perfect victim, he is not abused. And for Blitzø it's that people seem to forget how incredible clever he can be and writes him as just a dumbass. Like, there is alot of things about both these characters that people say that I don't agree with, but it would take way to long to answer with all of it. And I think alot of you know the problems people have with them already. 🤷‍♀️

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think? Answer: Don't kill me guys but...Lucifer. I mean, he dosen't even have a nose! Like, I guess I can get why some people thinks so, but, no. He is way more CUTE, than HOT, you know. 😅

💜: Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think? Answer: I don't know why. But I have always found Wally Wackford kinda hot. I just love his design and I think him and Verosika could make a very cute couple 🤭

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think? Answer: Stolas. Do I even have to describe why? You guys can read that post when I got called an abuse apologizest for defending him 😓 (Still bitter about that, btw)

🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think? Answer: I am sorry Verosika-stans, but I think she gets forgiven way to much for things she has done. You know, sexually harassing Moxxie, having anti-parties where you bash your ex. That could be incredible dangerous for him if any of the exes decides to get revage or something, because she keeps their hate for him going. And people praise it as a "yas queen" moment. When it's just petty and unhealty. Like, I think that Blitzø had to see how he was hurting people. But depicting him hanging, woodoo dolls with nails in them and cake that you cut his head off of. Yeah, girl. You need to get over him. 😮‍💨

Thank you for your ask. It was so fun to answer! If you are doing it, I am definitely sending one back. 😊

[thecoolerlucky]

Chapter 4: Clever

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Lynette's tries to beat Alexander (Slight angst, little goofs, and lore info )

Wordcount: 3,000+

"If she wants to play dirty, I'll play."

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Day 2 - (Sept. 9th, Friday)

Alexander

"Are you sad that the best human you've ever had isn't coming back?"

Alexander flicked his gaze in his best friend's direction. His throat reverberated with a low, annoyed growl as he saw Drake's mocking smirk.

"Thanks for reminding me," he shifted his feet, his back pressed along the wall and tightened his crossed arms. "Asshole." It was a mistake and a one-time thing.

Drake's head tilted back, tapping against the wooden pattern along the wall beside Alexander, and snickered. He relished in his tease. "You're the one who said that yesterday, not me."

Alexander pinched at the bridge of his nose, bumping his glasses higher. Yeah, and I was a dumbass saying it in front of you.

He couldn't deny it, so he attempted to deflect it. "You're a human eater, too—don't act like you didn't get that urge."

He didn't understand why he felt like that. Ever since Alexander had been like this, he had never met a human as potent in energy as her.

There has to be something wrong with her.

His sense of smell was so keen with them that he usually picked up on human abnormalities or oddities. I couldn't find anything wrong.

Alexander's mind drifted to her pleasant attitude and actions. He moved his tongue between his canines and bit down until it hurt. It's over. I'm never talking to a human again. Don't worry about that shit.

Drake continued playfully nudging his side with an elbow. "Maybe you should find her and convince her to stay?"

Alexander pushed against Drake's shoulder. "yeah, fucking, right. I'm not desperate—they erased her memory when she left, and there are billions of humans for me to ea-" He cut himself off.

Drake's attention, much like his, was drawn to the alluring scent. It lingered from yesterday, now refreshed as she entered.

He got off the wall, watching her, a slight curl at his lips in flabbergasted annoyance.

She's here!?

The tiny girl approached them, sheepishly avoiding eye contact. He didn't want to look her in the eyes either.

Drake's voice penetrated the silence. "You stayed?"

Why the hell would she stay? None of those other humans Lev brought ever stayed.

Alexander haplessly blurted out, "Do you like being eaten or something?" His perturbed remark made her cringe.

She momentarily ignored them, walked on, and stopped at the time clock.

Her gentle squeak was loud enough for the both of them, "The average family of four spends approximately 4 million dollars in their lifetime. That's if the children move out at 18, and the parents die at 75. I was offered 500,000 if I last six months and 4 million if I last the year." Lynette lifted her badge, holding it near the time clock. "If I make it a year, in theory, I'll be set for life."

She took a deep breath and turned back to face Alexander. He watched her lips quiver. His eyebrows pressed together, and she broke eye contact.

"And don't act like I'm the weird one when you invited me here to...e-e-." She couldn't say the word. "Do-what-you-did," she took a breath between each.

Anytime he ate a human, he altered their memory after. None of them remembered, let alone had the capability of sassing him back for it.

He struggled to think of something clever to say, so Lynette took the opportunity to scan in and leave before he could.

Damn it.

Drake walked past Alexander, reaching the time clock. "You are weird for bringing her here like that other playboy." Drake scanned in his badge.

"Shut up."

"Just saying..."

He then 'respectfully' flipped Drake off and kneed his ass to move him from in front of the time clock.

Alexander scanned in and walked with him. Once Drake went to his kitchen station, they asked Alexander to linger in the back to help for the first half of their shift.

He considered it a “blessing” because he didn't think he could handle being around her yet. His hunger acted far more persistent than normal right now.

He never ate the same human twice, nor went anywhere near them. Why did I do this to myself?

He glanced at the doorway leading to the registers, knowing she was beyond them. She's an idiot if she thinks today will be any different.

…

Lynette

I wanted to talk to Edgar and give him a piece of my mind. You could have warned me! I knew I wouldn't have joined if he did.

I spent all night reading the spare contract Sandra printed for me. I partially understood their reasons. Magic and monsters were hidden in our world, and that's why they would get rid of my memory of them if I left. They couldn't risk exposure.

I ran the damp rag over the counter, cleaning it. That's terrifying, though. I don't want to have my memory altered if I quit. My sleep-deprived brain also reminded me of the money. It was too much to lose.

Am I thinking straight? It was hard to tell. My body “denied” my sleep request last night and only played reruns of yesterday's events.

It was surreal—an unfathomable horror to watch someone grow to such a length and devour me. I jittered, hopping from one foot to the other, and shook out my hands as if the saliva lingered on them.

It's so gross.

I spotted a few customers in their booths watching me. I awkwardly smiled, stopped, tucked a few loose strands of hair under my hat, and faced ahead. They don't even know monsters are working here, making PIZZA in the back!

I finished wiping down the counter. This is like a setup for a bad sitcom.

I tossed the rag into the bin we had beside the registers and inhaled deeply. I'm going to make this work. I feigned a smile. On the bright side, coworkers can't attack each other outside work, either. If they did, it's an immediate termination.

I glanced at the opening leading back to the kitchen. At least that brute isn't working with me for these first two hours.

I nodded, exhaling out, letting my body slump with it. I wish I didn't have to work with him at all.

For the next two hours, I kept my promise to Edgar externally. I maintained my happy cheer, welcoming everyone to the pizzeria. While internally, I tried to think of a plan.

"It's time for your break." A smooth, feminine voice said from over the counter. I peered up at the muscular woman I caught a glimpse of yesterday. I nervously watched as she slipped to the register next to me.

I weakly smiled. She's about the same height as Alexander, "y-yeah. Thanks." I turned to leave my post in a hurry, only halted by my politeness. I looked back, "I-I'm Lynette, by the way."

The bleach blonde bobbed her head. We both had heard each other's names but hadn't exchanged them, "Viola."

The name of the mid-shifter who looks as capable of crushing my head with a flex of her biceps, similar to Alexander, got it.

I whimpered a 'nice to meet you' and left. I quickly rushed through the kitchen, avoiding glancing at any of them back there, and went to the break room. I stood at the door, listening to the quiet shrieks of my nerves.

It's okay. It's not lunch.

I got close enough for the automatic door to track me and went inside. It was the same as yesterday, high ceilings, giant spaces between each rounded table, TV at the far corner with large couches, and the kitchen at the far left near the door to the next break room. So, the odds are connected to the odds and the evens to the evens.

I walked toward the kitchen area, remembering I forgot to pack a lunch yet again. I wish I packed something to eat or drink.

They had a coffee maker and cups next to it. I'm not a coffee drinker like Wicks.

My eyes drifted to the fancy refrigerator door made of glass and the message on its face.

'If it has a name, it belongs to someone. If not, you can have it, enjoy!' - Edgar

Curiously, I opened it and saw a bunch of water bottles and a black lunch box marked Drake in white marker.

Alexander's friend.

I grabbed a bottle, checked for a name, and then uncapped it to throw it back.

In my eagerness, I missed my mouth entirely and splashed my face. Clearly, I must be part fish. Why else would I miss my mouth?

I moved over the sink, set my bottle down, and dried my face with a paper towel from the rack.

"Hey, Lynette.”

I jolted and flipped around. My back pressed against the counter of the sink.

Drake very casually walked by and opened the fridge beside me.

When did he come in?

I remained in that spot until he left my proximity. He sat at the nearby table and positioned himself in the seat directly across from where I was.

I finally spoke, "Hi."

He lifted his hat briefly, fixed his bangs, and adjusted it.

After doing so, he opened his lunch box and plucked out one of its many bags. Each had a mysterious dark red liquid inside. Are they blood bags?

He undid what looked like a clip and put the end that was like a straw to his lips. I turned away, got my water, and threw out the crumpled paper towel.

"We were surprised you stayed."

I slowly faced him. His head was tilted down at his phone. He seems disinterested in me.

"As I said, the money's too precious to pass up." I took a sip of water, soothing my dry throat.

He set his phone down and lazily lifted a hand to point far behind him at the door we came in. "I suppose you were too preoccupied to see the sign yesterday." I was. He continued, "When you go on lunch break, you're free game for anyone in the company to eat for as long as the rest of your shift."

That was in the contract, too. I downed my water, still listening.

He tapped the tube to his lips, "If you last your whole lunch period without getting captured, any part of your body inside someone, they can't eat you."

He said it in a matter-of-fact type of tone. He's not saying it like a warning or threat.

His head moved up. I couldn't see his eyes behind his bangs, yet I still felt his gaze.

He shook his head. "Please don't you lump me in with Alexander." I sheepishly looked away. Am I that easy to read? "I don't eat people." Drake put the tube in his mouth and corrected me. "I bite them."

"So..." I feel part of a fantasy book. "You're a vampire?"

"Vampire beast," he said.

"Oh." Why is there a beast part? Should I ask? Do I want to? I didn't plan on talking to either of them.

Drake finished the first pouch and moved on to the next. "All you need to know is that I don't plan on biting you unless it's a new moon." He waved his hand back and forth. Hopefully, I won't work then. "Other than that, I normally drink animal blood. It sucks-"

I popped a smirk at his comment. He returned what he said, dismissing the pun, "It's bland but it's easier to get."

He drank more.

I crushed my empty water bottle and asked, "I can't leave the building during lunch?"

"Nope." He pointed to the doors, "You can use any of the four break rooms to run between." He dropped his shoulders, unamused. "People normally do."

I threw my bottle away in the trash can. "I don't mean to sound ungrateful, Drake." I cleared my throat nervously. "I don't understand why you're telling me this. Aren't you working with Alexander?"

His head leaned to one side, and he sighed deeply. "Honestly," he murmured as he lowered his drink. One of his wine-red eyes peeked out from his disheveled black hair. "You don't stand a chance. Alexander is faster and stronger and knows this building SO much better than you. You won't be able to run from him."

My closed lips folded in on themselves.

"I respect your goal. That's why I told you. It's rare for a human to stay past day one, and to top it all off," Drake's lips curled slightly, "you leaving him speechless back there was funny. Not that it's hard with him."

He came off as innocent. Unlike Alexander, he looked gentler. I saw the glass door slide open, meaning he was walking in. My break was nearly over anyway.

I got off the counter, "Thank you, Drake.”

I moved past Alexander and out the door without saying a word out loud, only to myself. I won't get eaten by you today.

...

Alexander

He sat across from Drake, who resumed looking at his phone and drinking his meal.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What did you tell her?"

Drake didn't look up from his phone. He scrolled with it lying on the table. "I said she had no chance against you, even knowing the rules."

Alexander grunted.

"Not that it matters today—you said you were fine when we came in," Drake said.

I was until she got in. Alexander thought as his stomach groaned. The fucking timing.

Drake lifted his head, "seriously?"

"Fuck you, I don't control this shit." Alexander struggled to hide his embarrassment by hunching his shoulders and putting his forehead closer to the table.

Drake mocked him, "I don't know why I'm surprised. You're not even giving her a break."

He lifted his head and gestured toward the front of the break room. "It's not my fault. She came back; she knows what I did and what I do."

Drake completed another blood bag and swished it around, "she had a point earlier. I can't imagine eating humans and liking it."

Alexander threw himself from his chair, "don't say it like that. I-" Why the fuck are you giving me such a hard time. "You make it sound like-" he threw his hands up and collapsed back onto his chair. "I don't fucking know, okay? There's something off with her that makes her taste so damn good. And it's frustrating as all hell not knowing."

Drake snidely retorted and patted Alexander's shoulder, "The more I hear you," he cut off just to see the blondes aggravation rise.

"You'd understand if you bite her,” Alexander pushed Drake's hand off. “or eat her. You know you could."

"I'm curious, sure, but I'm not doing that."

"Coward."

"Glutton."

"That's it, fucker." Alexander leaped up from his seat once more in an attempt to tackle Drake.

The vampire beast avoided it and vacated the break room. He left Alexander with his thoughts.

Starved and infuriated ones as they are.

It took some time to fend them off. The stupid games on his phone helped.

When his break ended, he got to his next hurdle, her.

They did their best to ignore each other. Alexander liked it that way. It was dreadful enough being next to her—he wanted nothing more than to eat her. It's the reason he kept his mouth shut when he could yesterday.

He did the same today and opened it when necessary for work-related talk. She didn't do the same. It partially annoyed him that she reached over him or walked around him when she needed something and didn't just say it. Whatever. It doesn't matter.

"I'll be back," It was the first thing she had said to him in the last two hours.

He saw she swayed back and forth when she did. She's probably going to the bathroom.

The counter got extremely busy after. They’d randomly have spurts on weekends, and Viola helped him in Lynette's absence. It took nearly an hour to slow back down.

"You usually go to lunch early, Alexander," Viola said, peering down at her watch. "You have a few minutes left before you're late."

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and checked over the time. "How-" He looked around Viola, "hold on, what about Lynette? She never came back."

"She went to lunch before the rush, didn't she tell you?"

Alexander's eyes widened and quickly contracted, "that-" He held his tongue, "you take it from here then." He hurried through the kitchen and to the breakrooms. He opened the first, scanning over it. He saw Drake lounging on the couch.

He shouted to him, "Where is she"?!"

Drake looked up from his phone, "she left a little while ago when I came in..." The black-haired fellow cocked his head. "Wait, oh my gosh. You didn't get her, did you?"

Alexander ignored him and pulled out of breakroom one. He went across the hall into two. There was no one there. He walked across it and peeked into the door leading to break room four from two, and his nose finally picked up the freshness of her scent. She was leaving the room and heading across the hall to room 3.

You're not getting away from me.

He ran into room three. Lynette weaved around the tables.

"YOU LITTLE LIAR!" He shouted in his hunger-constricted growl.

His eyes lit up a bright blue, indicating his use of magic. His size shifted to a much larger version of himself, making it easier to catch and devour who he needed to. Reflexively, his hue fixed ahead of her. He almost threw up a barrier like usual to remain undisturbed and keep them contained in case he'd ever dropped them. No. He refrained from constructing it because she'd crash into it hard if he did.

Alexander bumped against the few tables she weaved around to put in his way. They were easily thrown to the side by his lower shins.

Lynette made it through the sliding door to breakroom one while he, close behind her, ducked, slipped through, and finally got his fingers close enough to the ground to snatch her up without falling.

"I didn't lie, I said I'd be right back!" She exclaimed, squirming against his closed fingers. Her feet were barely able to kick past his pinky.

He shook her gently, agitated. "Yeah, fifty-something minutes ago," Alexander opened his watering mouth, not wanting to hear or think about her other than what he felt was necessary to do.

However, he froze when the buzzer started to go off.

"M-my lunch-is o-o-over." She quietly informed him.

He clenched his teeth and cupped her with both hands, frightening her further. It took every fiber of his being to undo his size shift and let her go when she was close enough to the ground. If I hadn't said anything, I would have had her.

He lifted his shaking hands to his face when she left. He haled her scent that coated them.

Alexander released a loud "ARGGGH" and abashedly stomped to fix what he knocked over in the other room.

When he finished, Alexander sat down on the couch by Drake.

"She tricked you?"

He leaned back, sinking into the couch made for them when they were a bigger size. He groaned, "She said she'd be right back. I thought she had to go to the bathroom." He went forward and slapped his hands on his thighs. "We got so overwhelmed up front,” his digits gripped harder on his legs. “I didn't notice she didn't come back."

"I told her she had no chance of winning." Drake's smile wasn't jabbing at Alexander this time. "Props to her, not that she can keep that up forever."

Yeah, it was a fluke.

Drake went back to his phone, and Alexander relaxed in the plush fabric. It was the best he could do anyway. His shallow gasps he let out were like screams from the instincts he suppressed.

Then, in a soft, insulting hum, Drake purposefully said, "I can't believe you got beat by a human."

There it was, the heavy hit to Alexander's crumbling pride.

He grinned, peeved and pissed. He wouldn't let Lynette take advantage of his stupidity again.

"If she wants to make this a game, I'll play."

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[bigidiotenergytm]

Hello, love your art, it's so pretty. The way you use colours is just so delicious <3

Sorry if this has been asked before, but how did you get into Epic? And were you a fan of Greek mythology before that or was Epic like your first introduction to it?

I hope you have a great day <333

DSJHFKSD AUOOOGHHH THANK U SO MUCHHH 😭😭😭 I DO NOT DESERVE UR KIND WORDS AGHHHHH

so this has NOT been asked but i did read the odyssey in like. 8th grade and only remembered when ody told the cyclops his name was nobody and that stuck with me all these years bc IT'S JUST SO CLEVER TO ME

i wasn't very well-versed in greek mythology beforehand and it's so funny bc a friend actually asked me if i ever saw epic before and my dumbass was like

"YOU MEAN THIS FUCKING MOVIE?"

they certainly did not

and they showed me the entire musical and i fell in absolute LOVE with the songs and all the art and animatics!!!!

[bengiyo]

Dangerous Romance Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Perth continued to play an extremely unlikeable character, but at least a lot of my faves are here as well! Unfortunately, Perth’s character Kanghan is a sexually-repressed bullying asshole with daddy issues, and Chimon’s character Sailom is a clever, world-weary scholarship student who is not planning to lose to Kanghan at all. I’m still not over Chimon’s delivery of “Oops” and am curious where we go after leaving on Sailom kissing Kanghan as a reversal play.

My man Auto reminiscing in class about his bullies getting embarrassed. I feel that.

That’s right Ms. Algebra Teacher, don’t come for my man Sailom.

How often has Kanghan gotten away with lies and manipulation on his family and others that he immediately went that route with his grandmother? He really said to cancel that man’s scholarship.

As others pointed out, I like that we can see more age and wear on Sailom’s clothes, especially when he’s next to Kanghan.

I think Marc’s character’s name is Guy, and I just want him to punch someone properly once. Shit-kicking once is not enough.

I really hate this teacher. I’m with the grandma not letting her authority be misused. This is not how I expected this situation to play out.

THE DEVIL WORKS HARD, BUT GRANDMAS WORK HARDER. She said, “Waste not, want not. I need you to tutor my dumbass grandson.”

Look at Pepper getting to play an antagonist, and he’s armed, too!

Thank you, Name, for providing a motivation for Sailom to contract with Kanghan’s grandmother.

I will take the kneeing to the stomach, but I suppose they can’t just beat each other to death.

Pawin is so fun to watch. He’s only gotten better over the years.

Sailom stay embarrassing this man. Kanghan, how man Ls can one man take?

I know that the actors are riding on a trailer that the crew is driving, but this is still harrowing.

I love that, despite how badly Sailom needs money, he can still sassily hand it back to Kanghan after dunking on him for the umpteenth time.

Calling Sailom a pedophile in a parents group is a new low.

Oh lord. Back to the Cardboard Kingdom.

It’s my understanding that you’re absolutely not supposed to throw Thai currency on the ground, so this feels especially egregious?

It’s about time one of Perth’s asshole characters got punched out.

“All I ask is that you kneel.” “Bend the knee.” Kanghan watches too much TV.

Wait. Now we’re involving firearms? What the fuck.

He’s doing too much, but at least Kanghan looks good.

These dudes out here really stomping a goddamn teenager and now they’re gonna burn him.

This is now the third show this year we’ve seen Perth point a gun at people.

Chimon’s ability to make himself tremble here sells the Kang flashbacks well. Good comparison between the petty beef Kanghan is trying to have with Sailom versus the very real and present dangers of his home life.

Alright, we can shift the dynamic next week I guess.

Chimon is GOOD. Perth is BEAUTIFUL. Pawin is FUN. Euro is FUNNY. I like this cast. I hope this show holds up.

[asherlockstudy]

do you think the 'soft launch' of him saying he's "becoming bi" might be connected to Wonderhole? i.e lightheartedly and gently hinting to their audience very very slowly to see how it lands? love your metas btw x

Thank you <3 I think this was typical Link, passing it quickly as a joke before Rhett can react because Link can't express himself freely due to Rhett. Link's been doing a lot of that these last two years. Surely you saw how Rhett lost three years from his life after Link said that and then he retorted with a "comes as a surprise to who?" which felt a teeny bit more condescending than you would expect from these oh so open-minded guys /s.

There are two ways to interpret Link's joke, the clever dumbass way and the dumbass in despair way:

Clever dumbass:

Link's joke was both stupid and genius because this was a sly way to give away his true orientation, meaning that by enjoying using the scissors, he was finally picking up on what is worth it in sex with women, hinting that he's not exactly straight or bi truly , but it is also really stupid because since he is a guy scissoring is hardly the way to go with a woman and I assume as a father of three he knows that well.

Dumbass in despair:

Link heard a sexuality joke and rushed to partake before Rhett's radar caught up with him. Because he quickly equated same gender sex with scissoring and enjoyed playing with the scissors so much, he meant oh I am liking the scissoring thing therefore I am growing fond of the same sex thing too, not thinking that male to male sex is not about scissoring either (which I also think he knows well). But he wasn't thinking much, he just needed any opportunity he could to blurt it out before Rhett could react.

You know I have been wondering why the last two years Rhett seems so much colder and reserved in response to Link's charms compared to how riled up he used to be 24/7. I reasoned that it was normal, years have passed, maybe he's gotten used to it, they are also older now, it's natural. Sometimes I was also a little worried about it to be honest. But now I am realising it is not only any of that. Link wants to come out so BAD that Rhett lives in a perpetual nightmare. Rhett fears Link could do something unpredictable at any given moment, which stresses him so much that he has trained himself to not act flirty or interested around Link anymore because it could have unwanted consequences. Maybe he can also not even feel his attraction because of how stressed he is. Stress is the biggest cockblock. This applies to GME too btw.

Today that Link was a dainty semi-naked cherub with an attitude, you could see a little more of Rhett's older self in his eyes.