#Buenas= a way to say good morning

[holylulusworld]

A perfect gentleman (2)

Square filled for @julybreakbingo: Square 15: Free + Square 24: “I’m going to take care of you‚ okay?”

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: public sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Raymond, angry Raymond, implied violence, fluff

A/N: Please be aware I do not follow the exact storyline of the movie.

Catch up here: A perfect gentleman

“Louder,” Raymond growled in your ear. “I want the whole town to hear your screams.”

You whimpered at his words. Raymond wanted to take you for a walk in the park, only to bend you over the next best bench. Luckily, it was already dark, and no one was around. At least you hoped so.

“Fuck, I want to hear it, love,” he gripped your rear tighter, hands pawing at your body. More than once you ended up bruised and marked up over the last months. Raymond is a man possessed when it comes to you. “Say it! Whose pussy is this?” He gave you a particular deep thrust.

“Yours…” you slurred his name, too far gone to think straight. He got you high on him, and there is no way you are going to get clean ever again. “Only yours.”

“Damn,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “right,” a deep thrust, followed by his warmth filling you. You rested your head on the bench, sighing deeply. Two orgasms have turned your legs into jelly, and you were too exhausted to lift your head.

He carefully slipped out of you; eyes dropping to your puffy cunt.

“Hmm…my good girl looks good stuffed with my spunk.” Raymond slammed his hand between your legs to toy with your swollen clit.

“Ray, no,” you wiggled away from his touch. “It’s too much. This morning, during lunch, on our way to the park, in the park. You’re going to kill me with orgasms.”

He laughed, deep and rich. “You’re so cute too,” he said but dropped his hand from your cunt. “I’ll help you put your cute panties back on and we go back to my car.” He crouched down next to you to pat your head. “How does that sound, baby love?”

“Very good,” you lifted your head to grin at Raymond. “No sex on our way back!”

“Sure, baby love,” he kissed the top of your head. Raymond got back up to slide your panties up your legs. He groped your ass for a moment before straightening your dress. Raymond carefully helped you stand on your wobbling legs. “You look so pretty when all fucked out.”

He laughed when you gave him the stinky eye. Raymond promised you a romantic walk in the park only to ruin your poor pussy all over again. “You’re a dirty man, Sir.”

“If you call me Sir again,” he dipped his head to purr in your ear, “I’ll bury my face between those thighs and ruin you forever.”

You pressed your legs together and whimpered. Raymond and his libido would be the death of you one day.

“Buenas tardes, Raymondo.” You shrieked when a stranger stood in Raymond’s dining room. You were about to clean the table you christened with Raymond not half an hour ago again to make sure you erased any trace of your coupling.

The man looked older than your boyfriend, and not as dangerous as Ray. Still, he sneaked inside Raymond’s house only to look you up and down.

“You’re not Raymond.” He huffed, sounding a little too disappointed. “What a pity.”

“What are you doing in Raymond’s house?” You kept a close eye on the intruder while searching for a weapon. “You’re not one of his friends.”

“He already introduced you to his friends?” The man hiccupped. “He’s moving fast, huh?” He cocked his head to look you up and down again. “What does he see in you? Are you more than a romp in the sheets?”

“What the fuck!” You yelled at the man. Even if he got a gun, you wouldn’t let that dude talk like that about you and your relationship with Raymond.

“Ah, the man himself enters the room,” the man looked at something behind your back. “Raymondo, finally. Your lovely maid forgot to offer me a drink.”

“Fletcher,” you could hear the anger in Raymond’s voice. He slowly stepped next to you to place his hand on the small of your back. “I’d asked you what you’re doing here, but first things first.” He kissed your cheek and murmured something Fletcher couldn’t hear in your ear. “I’ll be right there, baby love.”

You pecked Raymond’s lips, much to Fletcher’s chagrin. “Ray don’t waste your time on him. He’s a dick.”

Fletcher hissed in your direction. He didn’t like the way Raymond watched you walk out of the room. “So, a new fling.”

“Why are you in my house?” Raymond’s voice filled with anger. He heard what Fletcher said to you and would love to kill the intruder. If Raymond hates one thing, it’s chaos and unexpected events. He likes having things in order. Neat. Clean. Perfect.

The only acceptation allowed to cause chaos in his life, or house is you. No one else will get away with leaving dirty dishes in his sink, or socks on the floor.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Raymond. I came here to help,” Fletcher stepped closer to the table to glance at the spot you wiped. He watched you for a while, wondering if you are more to Raymond than a plaything. “I bet you’ll go on your knees for me if you hear what I have for you.”

Raymond squared his jaw. He should have Fletcher killed, but he wants to hear what the man has to say first. “I’ll ask you one last time, and then you’ll either walk out of my house on our own two legs, or you won’t walk at all.”

“Now, we don’t want to be rude,” Fletcher has a smile plastered on his face. He’s excited to tell Raymond about all the things he found out about his boss’s business, and the people wanting to get rid of Mickey Pearson. “So…a fling or more?”

“Why does a cunt like you want to know about my love life?” Raymond grumbled. He was done talking about you with Fletcher. It was worse enough that his boss told him that a sweet girl like you wouldn’t stay for long if you found out about the true nature of Raymond’s job. “Tell me what you want or get fucked.”

“Oh, I’d love to get fucked,” Fletcher grinned. “Maybe we can bring your fling in too. She can watch.” Raymond grabbed the vase filled with roses you placed on the table to throw it at Fletcher.  

“Baby?” You rushed inside the room to watch Raymond punch Fletcher’s face. He held the man down, growling like an angry bear. “Ray? What’s wrong?” You’ve never seen Raymond so angry before. “Ray…baby.”

“Go back to bed baby love. I got business to do with his cunt…”

“What did he want?” You carefully cleaned Raymond’s knuckles. He’s usually not the man to throw punches at his boss’s enemies. “Are you in trouble?”

“No,” Raymond murmured. He watched you clean his wounds, a soft smile on his lips for a moment. “That man is no one to worry about. He’s a slimy worm.”

“A cunt,” you concluded. “I had a hunch. That asshole asked if I’m only a romp in the sheets to you.”

“He’ll be taken care of,” Raymond grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I’m sorry that he scared you. I’m going to take care of you‚ okay? No one will hurt you.”

“Ray, I signed up for this,” you placed your hand on his thigh. “I know that your job is dangerous and that your boss’s business is far from legal. When you asked me to stay, I accepted this part of your life too.”

“I can pick them,” he murmured.

“You've got such great taste,” you replied with a smile.

"Yeah," he cupped your face with both hands. "Especially when it comes to my girl."

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[punksdoll]

Hi, can you write Damian priest x reader where woke up and sees damian's tattoed back looking at the window and she walks up to him and hug his back admiring his tattoo

~~~𝓑𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓓í𝓪𝓼~~~

gif not mine like,comments, & reblogs appreciated

𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ^owner of gif

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝟐𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒗, 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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You open your eyes slowly and feel a smile appear on your face as you blink away your drowsiness. Once you did so, you stare up at the ceiling and take a moment to yourself to really wake up. You feel your hand around on the other side of the hotel bed and let out a sigh when you feel it empty.

Damien and you had a complicated relationship. Recently you had admitted your feelings for him and ever since, you two would share a night with each other and the next day, he’d always disappear. Each time that happened, it would break your heart. But you just couldn’t stop. Those nights were too addicting for you to stop them. It gave you a chance to be with him and see if he too felt what you felt.

Last night was different. To you at least. You both shared a night of intimacy that seemed more like…love?

No because if it was, I wouldn’t have woken up to an empty side. You thought with a sigh as you slowly sit yourself up.

“Buenas Días amor.” You hear a deep a voice greet you and you snap your head over to the source to see a shirtless back, showing off his tattoos.

You feel a smile creep up your face as you slowly stand up and make your way over to him, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on you on the way over to the balcony where he stands, smoking a cigar.

Guess it did mean something

“Good morning.” You walk up behind him, slowly wrapping your arms around his back and laying your head on him. “You stayed.”

You pull one of your arms away from his torso and towards his back to trace his tattoo as you feel him grab your other hand and raise it up to give it a kiss. “I realized how much of a pendejo, I have been to you. Hurting you todo los días and I realized that you don’t deserve it. I’m here to man up and say that I am ready to start something with you.”

You feel yourself slowly smile, “I love this tattoo. It’s my favorite.” You say, ignoring his words. You decided he would have to earn that something with you.

You feel him let out a deep chuckle, “I thought you said my arm tattoos were your favorite?”

You did. “I did…guess I had a change of thought.” You shrug and give his back a kiss, “You should get more on your back, I think it’ll make you look sexier.” You swoon.

“How long will it take you to forgive me?” You hear him mumble.

“How long will it take you to get another back tattoo?” You stand on your tippy toes so you can perch your chin on his shoulders.

He turns his head to peer down at you and you stare ahead, ignoring his gaze. “Whenever you want.”

“Then, I guess it’s whenever I want to forgive you.” You look over at him and lay a kiss on his lips with a smile.

[spanishskulduggery]

Hi. How to greet someone in spanish despite Hola and Buenos días? Like in a casual way, friendly. But to know formally would be great, too.

I'll just list a few and if there are any that feel a bit formal or informal I'll let you know - otherwise kind of all purpose?

Note: Some of these expressions require a conjugation or an indirect object - so they can be formal or informal depending on how you do it. As an example ¿cómo estás? is informal because it refers to tú but ¿cómo está (usted)? is formal. And te is the object marker for tú, while le is the object marker for usted... and plural would be les, and in conjugation almost always plural ustedes ends in -n... like están.

Spain might use vosotros forms which is informal plural [¿cómo estáis? "how are all of you?" informal], but Latin America is primarily going to use ¿cómo están? "how are you?" which can be formal or informal... since tú and usted both go to ustedes in Latin America

Buenas. = Hello [it comes from buenos días, buenas tardes, buenas noches etc but buenas - feminine plural - is sort of all purpose "hello" rather than specifying a time; I've heard people on the internet say muy buenas a todos as a "hello everyone"]

Buenos días. = Good day. Buenas tardes. = Good afternoon. [used up until like sunset] Buenas noches. = Good night/evening. [can be used to say you're going to sleep too]

Hola = Hello

Holi = Hello [informal, very cutesy - I think it's more Spain but not 100% sure on that]

Eh = Hey [informal, but the more drawn out it is, the more informal it sounds like ehhhhh can be like "heeeeey" etc.]

Saludos = Greetings [a bit formal]

¿Qué tal? = How are you? / What's up? [all purpose] ¿Qué tal (te/le) va? = How's it going? ["for you"] ¿Qué tal tu día? = How's your day? [qué tal su día for usted - su being the possessive for usted]

¿Cómo va? = How's it going? [3rd person va because it's "how is IT going?"] ¿Cómo va todo? = How's everything going?

¿Cómo te va? = How's it going? [informal] ¿Cómo le va? = How's it going? [formal]

Buen día. = Good day. [a tiny bit formal but not excessively so]

You can also blend some gerund in there if you like:

¿Cómo te está yendo todo? = How's everything going for you?

The gerund here yendo is from ir "to go", where gerund/progressive is the -ing form for English; it's asking how something currently is or was

Similarly; ¿cómo te la estás pasando? is asking "How's it going?" but pasar + reflexive + la is an odd construction.... just know it's kind of like "how are you enjoying yourself?" Grammatically no one's sure exactly why it's la for "it (feminine)"... some places use lo but I usually see la

pasarla bien is commonly understood as "to have a good time"

It's a bit like "how are you holding up?" mixed with "are you having fun?"

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I also should mention you only use this in the morning or when asking about someone's morning:

¿Cómo amaneces? = How's your morning?

¿Cómo amaneciste? = How was your morning?

The verb amanecer is often "for day to break", related to mañana "morning", but it can be like "how did you sleep" or sort of asking if someone had a good morning or were in a good mood etc. It's a polite way of asking "how did your day start?" or "did you get up on the right side of the bed?" ....sort of generally gauging someone's mood. Primarily it's the morning, but past tense amaneciste can be like "how was your day?" if you haven't talked to someone that day

The other way is past tense ser or ir (which share the same conjugation in preterite) - ¿Cómo fue tu día? "How was your day?" and ¿Cómo te/le fue? "How did it go (for you)?"

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I also wanted to add these and I didn't know how to bring it up but just in case you need them:

un cordial saludo is a greeting, but it's more common in writing or emails... it's a bit like "regards" or "I hope this finds you well"

Also aló is sometimes "hello" but specifically it's the kind of "hello" you use when answering a phone in Latin America

Other versions of phone answering are regional but diga or dime as in "speak" or "tell me" are sometimes used

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...Also just know that some countries in South America use vos which is often considered informal, but in some countries like Argentina it's just the default.

You don't usually have to overthink it. Most Spanish-speakers know when you're using a regional expression/dialect like vos or vosotros and won't judge you for using ustedes etc etc.

Note:

¿Qué pasa? = What's going on? / What's up?

¿Qué te pasa? = What's wrong with you?

It's the exact same difference between "what's wrong?" and "what's wrong with you?"; qué te pasa is like asking why someone's in a bad mood or lowkey saying "calm down"

Also I do have to include it but very regional - qué lo que is primarily Dominican for "what's up?" informal. A shortened form of qué es lo que está pasando or something like that; similarly Mexico might say ¿qué onda? for "what's up?" [lit. "what's the wave/vibe?"]

[melodygatesauthor]

The Fractured Moon - Part 2

Yandere! Marc Spector - Jake Lockley - Steven Grant X f!Reader

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

Moodboard - Series Masterlist - AO3 Link

Part 2 Summary:

You spend the next week adjusting to your new life with these men. The longer it takes for them to break you in, the more it's going to hurt.

Disclaimer:

I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking, non-consensual drug use (kinda), cock-warming. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

Word Count: 15k (Don't look at me)

Así = Like that

Buena niña = Good girl

Vamos = Come on

Comprende = Understand

At some point in the night you slept. Your captors seemed to leave you at peace long enough for you to doze on and off throughout the night. You felt weak, hungry, and thirsty as your eyes fluttered open the following morning. You didn’t even remember actually falling asleep, all you remembered was Steven kissing you on the cheek, and then leaving the room to let you rest. He said he’d come back to wake you with something special. Now you had that aching feeling between your legs while you stirred, something was inside of you that wasn’t there when you’d slumbered off. You recognized that feeling. One of them was stuffing you with their cock again.

Steven had been away from you all night. They’d neglected their duties as Moon Knight for so long that they finally had to put in some work for Khonshu. When they returned home, he wasted no time going straight to your room. He felt a sense of relief when he could see that you were right where they’d left you, sleeping soundly in your bed, and naked.

He was so excited, seeing you laying there so soundly. He’d stripped himself down and crawled in behind you, much like he had the first time he’d taken you. It was Jake’s idea to keep you naked all the time for moments like this. They needed to be able to have you whenever the need arose, and Steven had been kind enough to let you rest overnight. His need was heavy now, and he’d been so good and patient.

“G’morning love, I needed to feel you again.” The one with the British accent was squeezing you against himself again, rutting into you roughly.

“N-no, please.” You croaked, which was promptly followed by a large hand covering your mouth.

“Now don’t start that. You can’t expect me to believe you’re that upset when you’re soaking the sheets like this, yeah?” He groaned in your ear, “I don’t want to hear another word unless you’ve got something nice to say.”

You whimpered into his strong hand. Steven was huffing into your ear while he kept fucking you. He was right, you were drenched, slick dripping over your thighs and onto the sheets. He had himself wrapped firmly around your arms so you couldn’t move. You wished he would stop.

“If you’ll be good and quiet f’me, I can use this hand for something better. Something you might like, yeah?”

You didn’t respond. Admitting that you wanted him to touch you would further his growing delusion that you liked what was happening to you.

“You’re going to be a brat, hm?” He kissed your neck, right behind your earlobe, “s’alright love. When I’m all finished, Jake says he’s gonna make you behave a little better.”

You let out a muffled and half-hearted scream in response.

“Oh hell.”

The sound of your little shriek made his cock twitch inside of you. He liked the sound. Steven gave up on trying to silence you, wanting to hear you even clearer. It didn’t matter anyway, they lived so far removed from others that no one would hear you no matter how hard you screamed. He brought his hand down from your mouth and wrapped his fingers around your neck. He felt your throat vibrate when you gulped against his thick digits.

“Don’t worry darling, not gonna really choke you, just like havin’ my hands on you,” his voice was low. “You know I don’t want to hurt you right? None of us do. We love you. We just can’t risk losing you. That’s why you’re here.”

“It hurts.” You whined, feeling pain searing through your aching hole.

“Sh, I know love, it will feel good soon. I know you’ll be happy here, gonna take real good care of you now.”

Despite your defiance, Steven wanted to give you what you needed, and so he did. He loosened the hand that was holding your waist and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. You squeezed your legs together tightly, forcing a frustrated grunt from Steven as he thrust into you again.

“Darling please, s’not hard to just let me give you what I know you want yeah? Why are you acting like this?” He sounded like he was getting angry with you, forcing a chill down your spine.

Something about the way his cock slid against your walls the next time made you feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure, despite your mind telling you that you should be fighting to get away. Almost involuntarily you parted your thighs just enough for him to slide his middle finger in over your swollen and slippery clit. He let out a shaky moan against your ear.

“Ooh love, that feels good doesn’t it? Can feel you gripping around me so tight.” Steven started rolling his hips into you faster.

He was still in awe of how you felt, so warm and soft while he dragged his length over your walls repeatedly. A soft moan escaped your lips, and Steven thought he might faint after hearing the sound. Did you even know how beautiful your voice was to them, especially when you were enjoying yourself?

“Knew you’d like that, you sound so pretty it’s unreal.”

He swirled his finger around your nub and heard you sniffle while you continued crying. No matter how good it felt, you were still terrified. There was nothing you could do other than lay there. His fingers around your throat would get tighter if you tried to move, and surely your punishment with the mean one, Jake, would be even worse if you didn’t behave.

“You ready for me to fill you up again? Want to feel you gushin’ over me first love, come on.” Steven urged, sliding his fingers over your clit faster.

You didn’t answer verbally, but you arched back into his chest, getting as close to him as you could when you felt his fingers moving at an increased pace. Steven felt relieved to see you becoming more compliant to their needs after only one day. Marc had mocked him when Steven said you liked them, but this was proof. Why else would you be so good for him? Why else would you be reaching up to grab on to his forearm, holding his hand in place over your mound.

A love-struck smile spread over Steven’s face. You were holding onto him, squeezing tightly as he fucked into you harder. Your sobbing got louder, mixed with the soft hiccups of you trying to catch your breath. Regardless, those sweet little moans could be heard between each whimpering cry.

“You sound so good love, so-so good ah. Not gonna last, need you to come for me, hurry please.” He begged, continuing to rub the pad of his finger over your clit.

He didn’t even need to ask, you were already there. You pressed your lips together tightly, not wanting to make a sound. You didn’t want him to hear how good he’d made you feel. You still huffed through your nose though, and a muffled groan rumbled through your throat regardless of your attempt to stay quiet.

“Oh there you go love, there you are. Knew you would come for me, so good-so good-so fucking good-“

Steven squeezed you so tight you thought your bones might break. You made a choking sound that resulted in a flurry of apologies from his lips. His thrusting ceased while you felt his cock start pulsating inside of you, filling your cunt full of his hot spend.

You belonged to him.

He held onto you while he grew soft and kept repeating those words to himself. He had you there, and you weren’t going anywhere. You were theirs for the taking, any time they wanted; any time they needed. Steven muttered various words of affection in your ear while you felt yourself still crying with shame. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction of your orgasm. You’d tried so hard to hold back.

“You did so well love. You feel so good I can’t wait until later when you’ll get to have me again.”

His words stuck with you even after he left. I can’t wait until later when you’ll get to have me again.

He said it as though it were a prize you’d won, like he was going to be doing you a favor; As though you weren’t there completely against your will and trapped in a room with no way out. You weren’t sure you could take more, you were so tender from all the torture they’d already forced you to endure. You just wanted to be let free, or left alone. Either way was fine by you.

Jake planned to give your aching hole a break, knowing that Steven was sure to have difficulty restraining himself in the coming days, and perhaps even weeks. When Jake came back to you later, you seemed to have stopped crying. You looked so small, sitting on the bed with the blanket pulled up to cover yourself. As soon as you saw him, you flinched back, putting yourself against the wall as far from him as you could, bringing the blanket closer to your face as though it would protect you. Jake had on his leather gloves, white button down with the sleeves rolled up, and his black slacks. He loosened his tie and undid two of the top buttons on his shirt as he approached you with a smug grin spread over his face.

“Hola bebita.” He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

You remembered that this was the one who held the gun to your head…the one who had you the most frightened of the three. Jake. Steven had warned that Jake was going to ‘make you behave a little better’, whatever that was supposed to mean. You felt the tears threatening to fall already. You were so sick of crying, but you couldn’t help it, you were so afraid, and in so much pain. Didn’t they see that? Didn’t any of them have some empathy or compassion?

“P-please J-Jake I’m sorry.” You looked to see if he had a weapon that he meant to hurt you with, but it didn’t appear so…not yet anyway.

“Oh sweetheart you were very good for Steven.” He beckoned you over with his finger, “come here, sit at the end of the bed.”

You gulped and shook your head slowly, silently pleading with him to be merciful. You didn’t want to go anywhere near him. There was no telling what he intended to do to you. At least Steven was predictable, albeit painful, but you knew what to expect. Jake brought you a different kind of fear. The fear of the unknown.

“Listen, there are two ways we can do this sweetheart, and one will be much better for you if you just do what I tell you to do, comprende?” Your eyes were glistening wet while you looked at him pleadingly. He loved to see the way your bottom lip quivered. 

“Are you going to k-kill me?” You pulled the blankets up over your mouth to hide your quivering chin.

“Of course not, that wouldn’t do me any good at all, would it?”

Faster than you could react, Jake grabbed the blankets and yanked them from you. You were left naked on the bed with nothing but your pillows and the fitted sheet beneath you. You covered yourself with your arms, like it mattered. The man in front of you sighed and started removing his tie.

“One last time, are you gonna come over here on your own or am I going to have to make you?”

You didn’t say anything. Jake noticed that you didn’t seem to talk much. He wondered if you were just afraid, or if you were naturally a quieter person. Either way, it didn't matter. Something about the way you cowered in fear in his presence made him feel painfully aroused, and filled with an insurmountable excitement. After making no attempt to move toward him on your own, he knew he was going to have to make you comply.

“Don’t hurt her, she’s scared.” Marc said in a guilt ridden tone.

Jake wasn’t going to do any actual harm to you, but he was going to make sure that when you looked in the mirror, you were reminded of who owned you now. He wanted you to feel a phantom pain on the marks he left behind every time you thought about screaming or running away. He wanted you to see the reminders on your body and think about what you’d done so you may never think of doing it again. It was the only way they could reasonably keep you there and find a way to make you happy too. His lessons were for your benefit, despite what you might be thinking. If you could learn to obey well enough, they could let you roam the house from time to time, rather than keep you confined to the one room for the rest of your days.

Jake removed a glove and walked to one of the doors in your room. He used his thumb on an electronic lock pad by the door to unlock it. It wasn’t out of the norm for Jake to have handcuffs and torture devices on hand. Sometimes when they were doing their work for Khonshu they had to get answers out of people the hard way. Before this room was yours, they used it to interrogate the criminals Jake would bring back there. When they decided they were taking you, they made it a little more comforting, adding a bed to the otherwise empty room. Steven had suggested adding more to make it warmer, but Jake reminded him they didn’t have time to hire a damn interior designer before bringing you home. Your comfort could be managed later.

He pulled out some cuffs before closing the door and turning to face you once again. He swung the restraints around his finger while looking right at you. You gulped harshly. Defying him was a mistake, and you were wondering now if it was too late to show your willingness to comply with his demands. You crawled to the end of the bed quickly and sat back on your knees, covering your breasts with your arm and placing your hand over your mound in your lap, as if modesty was something you could achieve in your current position.

“Aw bebita, you should’ve done this sooner.”

He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned your face from one side to the other. You were so fucking pretty he felt his stomach doing flips from just looking at you, and you were all his. He stepped back and gestured for you to turn.

“Turn around, hands behind your back, vamos.” He urged, never letting that snide grin fade from his face.

“I-I’m sorry Jake.” You said, remembering how much he liked it when you apologized before.

“Oh, princesa, I know. Come on now, turn around,” he said, tone unwavering and stern.

You looked at him a little longer, hoping he would change his mind and be kind to you, but his expression remained firm. You finally obeyed, turning and putting your hands behind your back. Just when you thought you were incapable of crying any more, more tears started falling down your cheeks. You let out a dry sob. If only you could get some water.

Jake knew you needed something to eat and drink, it was obvious in your voice. Marc was already chattering in the headspace with Steven about what they were going to do about that once Jake was finished. He handcuffed your delicate wrists together, smiling at himself when he saw your beautiful body from behind. They hadn’t had a chance to appreciate the full view until now. You were breathtaking from every angle, and he kept remembering that you were going to be there forever now. He could look at you whenever he wanted to.

“Buena niña,” he cooed.

You hiccuped as you cried harder. Jake loved the sound of your cries. He rested his bare hand on your shoulder, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. You pressed your lips together tightly to keep yourself from whimpering too loudly. He shushed you softly, running his palm over your arm.

“Next time, maybe you’ll listen a little better, si?”

You took a sharp breath, nodding slowly.

“Say, yes Jake.” He demanded.

“Y-yes Ja-Jake.”

“You’re a quick learner. I’m proud of you.” His voice was gravely with arousal. “When I praise you, I want you to say thank you, Jake.”

You whined, feeling your chest heave with emotional turmoil. You didn’t want to give him what he asked for, but you were afraid of what he might do if you were defiant. Jake put a large hand over your spine before pushing you forward. You bent in half, feeling your cunt exposed to the cool air of the room. You turned your head to the left so you could breathe. Jake let out a snicker behind you. The cold metal of the cuffs touching your lower back made you shudder.

“Thank you, Jake,” you choked out between sobs.

Jake noticed that you had your eyes closed tightly. You were so fucking afraid it was delicious. He grew excited knowing that he was about to ravage your body, inciting even more terror inside you. He could see how swollen your pussy lips were from their assault on you. Despite the aching of his cock pressing against his zipper, he wasn’t going to give it to you. Marc could later if he felt inclined, but Jake was there to teach you a lesson, not give you something he knew would ultimately pleasure you.

“The rules are simple sweetheart. If you can follow them, then you will be rewarded.” You felt the leather gloved hand press against your left cheek. “When I give you something, like a compliment, or when I let you come, you say thank you. Do you understand?”

You nodded slowly, keeping your eyes closed tight.

“When I ask a question, you will say, yes, Jake, or, no, Jake.” He squeezed your cheek so tight you winced in pain. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Jake.” You opened your eyes, looking up at the man who was tormenting you.

“I need to hear you really say it, say it like you fucking mean it!” He pulled his hand back and smacked your rear, resulting in a harsh scream from your mouth. 

“Yes, Jake!”

He hummed in approval, “good, you sound so pretty princesa.”

Jake grabbed onto the cuffs to hold you in place with his bare hand. He started beating against each cheek until you were screaming and begging him to stop. A small puddle of drool collected next to your lips. You sobbed deeply, making noises you’d never heard come from your own mouth before. He didn’t stop though, he just kept hammering his gloved palm against you until you were certain your ass cheeks were going to fall off your body.

“Please, it hurts!” Your throat was sore from your desperate wails.

The burning on your skin didn’t end with his assault, which he fortunately ceased for the time being. Your cheeks continued to ache even when he was done. Through the blur of your tears you could see him reaching down to grab your waist. He was strong, tossing you like a ragdoll onto your back. You groaned at the feeling of the cuffs jabbing into your spine. The sheets, despite how soft they were, stung against your backside.

“Jake, I think she’s had enough, look at her.” Marc said.

“Hmm,” he mused, looking over your trembling form.

Jake didn’t quite agree with Marc, but it was only their first day having you there. He was impressed that you’d obeyed so well, and that you’d been able to withstand the beating he’d given you. Considering that you’d begged so beautifully, he decided to spare you any more torment for now.

“Bebita, I’m going to give you a final gift for today. You handled me so well, I think you can take just a little more, don’t you?”

You sniffled and nodded, “y-yes, Jake.”

A shaking breath left his lips at the words as you uttered them. Did you even realize how preciously innocent you looked? You had your knees up and pressed together tightly, clearly an attempt at modesty, but that wasn’t going to stop Jake. He placed a large hand on either knee and pried your legs apart with a grunt.

“Please, it hurts so much, please.” You begged, closing your eyes tightly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you sweetheart. Not right now.” Jake’s gloved finger dragged between your folds and rested on your clit.

You arched slightly into his touch. The fact that you were so desperate for stimulation whenever their hands were kind to you made you wonder if there was something wrong with your mind. You found yourself craving it, wanting more. He crawled onto the bed next to you, never removing his gloved fingers from your swollen nub. You bit your lip and moaned despite yourself.

“See, I can take care of you, just as much as I can hurt you, but you have to behave bebita. Gonna mark you up just a little more, okay?” Jake swooped into the side of your neck hungrily.

“Y-yes!” You said obediently.

He started sucking on the skin so hard that you let out a cry in pain. You tried to shy away and spare your bruised skin, still hurting from the way he’d choked you the night before, but Jake reached out, grabbing the other side of your head to keep you in place. You wondered if there would be an end to the torture they were putting you through, or if this was going to go on forever.

“You’ve been so good today sweetheart. Thought for sure you were going to give me a harder time than that. Maybe Steven’s right. Maybe you do like us,” he whispered softly in your ear.

“No, no, you’re monsters.” You bit your bottom lip to stop it from shaking.

“Oh, princesa, I was going to give you a little break from the pain, but now you’re starting to really piss me off.”

You gasped when you felt his teeth latch down over the meat of your shoulder. You shrieked, trying to pull away, but between the hand on your head and the one between your legs, you were trapped. Your body shook violently, trying to get yourself away from the searing pain until finally he stopped biting you. You breathed heavily, and realized he was still rubbing your clit. As the agony subsided, you started to feel that sweet tingling sensation you desired so much.

Jake looked over at you now, and when you met his eye you saw blood glistening on his lips. He smirked, leaning in to kiss you. You kept your mouth closed tightly, not wanting to give him that intimacy he seemed to be demanding from you.

“Do you want another one?” He looked at you with a dark, furrowed brow.

Another bite? No, you wouldn’t be able to handle that, the other one was tormenting you still. You leaned up, slotting your lips against his. He breathed out a feral moan as he entangled his tongue with yours. The taste of iron filled your mouth while your saliva mixed with the blood he’d taken from you. The smooth leather fingers changed direction, forcing a gasp from you.

“See, when you’re a good little girl, you get what you need from us.”

“You really hurt her, Jake,” Marc scolded.

What Jake couldn’t say out loud, not right then anyway, was that he was doing all of this to make sure you would be more pliant for them going forward. He knew that when Marc went to you later, when it was his time, that you would behave so perfectly for him, and that he would be grateful for Jake’s hard work. Marc always felt guilty, it was infuriatingly annoying to Jake, but he hoped when you showed your willingness to comply, Marc would change his tune.

He wondered if you knew how good a kisser you were. The way you kept melting your mouth into his over and over while you whimpered in your ecstasy made Jake’s brain go numb with pleasure. Your spine was arching, and Jake felt you start rocking your hips against his fingers. You started kissing him deeper, relaxing more into the motions. You were enjoying yourself, and that made him soften ever so slightly.

“Así,” he breathed gently against your lips, “mm, vamos princesa.”

You hated yourself for your words, but you were so close, and he was moving his fingers so slow.

“Faster…please,” your voice was almost inaudible.

“Hm? Gonna have to speak up for me sweetheart.”

“Faster!” You tucked your face into his neck in shame.

Jake sniffed out a laugh in response, moving his fingers a little quicker for you. You were there again, for the second time that day, moaning through your orgasm, muffled into his neck while he continued to slide his leather covered digits all over your clit. He muttered some sweet, coaxing words in your ear, no louder than a whisper. You felt fresh tears run down over your cheeks and onto his throat where your face was still buried. When you were finished, you fell back, fatigue washing over you in a heavy wave.

He stood up before turning you over. He undid your cuffs and walked over to the closet to put them back. When he turned around, you were still lying chest down on the bed. He knew you were probably hungry, thirsty, and tired.

“Get your blankets back on your bed and sit there. One of us will be in with some food and something to drink soon.” Jake ordered.

He watched as you sat upright slowly. You looked up at him with big glossy eyes. You looked tired and emotionally worn. Oh but you were still so breathtaking. He watched with nothing but adoration in his heart as you stood up and grabbed your bedding off the floor where he’d pulled it from you, and you proceeded to go tuck yourself back under the sheets, just as he’d told you to. You were learning so quickly. It was more than he could’ve hoped for.

“Very good bebita. Sit tight, we’ll be back later.”

----

They knew everything about you. At least, that’s what they’d thought when they took you. Marc was standing with the fridge door open, staring at the food in front of him. He looked from top to bottom at least a dozen times. Someone would’ve thought he was deciding on a house to buy, not something simple like what food he was going to bring to a girl who hadn’t eaten or had water all day.

“Just pick something hermano.” Jake murmured coldly, “she’s gotta be starving, and with all that cryin’ I’m sure she’s thirsty as hell.”

Marc ignored Jake, but the fact remained…he wasn’t sure what you liked to eat. They’d seen your fridge back at your old apartment, it seemed like you were into most anything. Marc thought that something small would probably suffice, so he started putting together a plate. Steven was chattering on about the things he thought you might like, versus the things he thought you wouldn’t like. Every time Marc brought his hand out to grab something off a shelf, one of his alters had something to say about it. 

“Steven, I’m sure she’s going to be fine with this. Jake’s right, she hasn’t eaten since yesterday and she hasn’t had anything to drink.” Marc groaned and decided to put a few different options on a tray before walking back to your room.

“Yeah, sure, but what if she doesn’t like something on your little tray there? Hm?”

“Then I’ll make her something else,” Marc was talking softer as he approached your room, “you need to give her a break, you hear me? I know you’re going to want to spend the night with her, and you can, but for now, give it a rest.”

Steven muttered a few choice words in protest, but eventually conceded, knowing that Marc was right. You were spent. When Marc entered the room, he saw you just sitting there, staring at him. Except, as he got closer to you, he realized that you weren’t looking at him at all, you were looking wide-eyed at the tray in his hands. He felt his heart stop in his chest at the sight of you. You had the blanket covering yourself and you hurriedly pulled it to the side, leaving him a flat spot on the mattress to put the tray.

“Here you go honey,” Marc said, putting your meal down in front of you.

“T-thank you, Jake,” you muttered, rushing forward to your plate.

Marc’s stomach sunk. He supposed that to the untrained eye, he and Jake looked identical. They shared a body after all, and you weren’t accustomed to their minor differences in appearance yet. He sat down on the bed while you guzzled your water quickly, gulping it all down within seconds. He assumed that you probably didn’t care who out of the three he was, you were probably just afraid of the consequences if you didn’t say thank you.

“Woah,” he chuckled, taking the cup from you when you were finished. He held it in his hands and looked at you, “I’m actually Marc.”

“I’m sorry, I t-thought…oh no please don’t-”

“You’re okay,” he said, recognizing the look of panic boiling up inside of you, “just eat, please.”

Marc exhaled a small sigh of relief when you took a small bite of a cracker on your plate. He walked to the other side of the room and opened the only door without a thumbprint reader, the bathroom. Inside the bathroom he filled up the glass with more water from the tap. When he looked in the mirror he saw Steven staring back.

“We have a deal, Steven. We don’t interfere with each other’s time,” Marc spoke in a harsh whisper so you wouldn’t hear.

“Alright, yeah, sorry mate, just wanted to get a look s’all,” he said.

Marc knew that Steven might become a problem. While Marc and Jake shared the same unhealthy obsession as the other, Steven’s infatuation felt a little deeper, a little more…unhinged than the other two. Marc walked back and forth to the bathroom three times to get you more water before you were satisfied. He watched you carefully while you nibbled on your food, but you only ate enough to feed a small child. 

“Baby, come on. I need you to eat more than that,” he urged, picking up a grape in his fingers, “please.”

“I don’t want to. I want to go home,” you turned away from him, “it’s probably poisoned anyway right?”

“Oh…no!” Marc spoke in a gentle but very concerned tone. He pushed the tray aside and touched your shoulder softly, “no we would never-”

You winced when his fingers brushed over the bite that Jake had left behind. Marc felt a pang of guilt. Fuck, he thought. They were destroying you. Your spirit, your body, your soul. He thought about opening the doors right then and there and letting you go, but that thought alone made him feel like his heart might stop beating in his chest if he did. No. You leaving wasn’t an option…so he was just going to have to make you learn to love them, and love living there.

“I’m sorry he hurt you, but hey, when we tell you to do something, it’s for your own good, okay?” Marc felt relief when you turned back to face him, “there you go. Can you please eat something for me?”

He picked up the grape in his fingers again and brought it to your lips. Marc felt the weight fall off his shoulders when you opened your pretty, plump lips and let him drop the grape inside. You chewed, and he watched. You felt uncomfortable with him feeding you, but you also didn’t think you’d have the mental strength to continue feeding yourself. In some twisted way, you were grateful.

Marc immediately felt good inside. As if each grape he gave you chipped away at the guilt he’d harbored after they took you. It helped that there were a few times when your lips sucked his finger as he pulled it back. He felt his pants get tight around his groin while he fed you more. He’d told Steven you needed a break, but he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to stick to that himself. He hadn’t even had you yet. Jake and Steven were getting to have all the fun. He reminded himself of his goal though. With time, he’d win you over, and you’d eventually grow excited just from the sight of him. That day would be a dream come true.

“Thank you,” you said softly, once the grapes were all gone.

Marc brushed a thumb over your cheek, “I think Steven will be back again later. He has a hard time with…portion control.”

“I don’t think I can take more, really I-”

“Take this when he comes in,” Marc held out a small pill, “it will help you feel more relaxed.”

“You’re drugging me?” You asked, furrowing your brow at the small tablet in between his fingers.

“No, I’m handing you a drug. You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to, but it might help,” he said, holding it out in his palm.

You eyed the small pill before you took it and put it on the end table next to our bed. Marc gave you a forced smirk in an attempt to reassure you that everything would be alright before he grabbed the tray of half-eaten food and left you alone. From the way he felt Steven buzzing with excitement earlier when he was in the bathroom, he only hoped that you would heed his advice, or you were in for a night of pain.

----

When the time came, you were grateful for the little pill Marc had given you. Steven walked in later that night and you hardly stirred. He wanted to look at your face this time while he fucked you, since the last two times he’d taken you was from behind. While he climbed over you, he couldn’t help noticing that you were more limp than usual, less responsive to his presence. Marc knew he wasn’t supposed to interfere with Steven’s time, but he could feel the panic coursing through him.

“Steven, just relax alright? She’s fine, I just gave her a little something to help with the pain.”

“Pain…are you hurtin’, love?” Steven’s eyebrows were stitched together with concern.

“Mm,” you murmured, “yes.”

You weren’t sleepy, not yet, but you were simply feeling a sense of comfort over your entire body, like you were laying in a cloud. Your head felt a little foggy, but the pain that Jake had caused earlier over your whole body, and the throbbing that you’d felt between your legs, subsided.

“I’m going to help you give her what she needs okay? Just do exactly what I say.” Marc said gently.

“Yeah, alright,” Steven licked his lips and nodded, “gonna give you a treat tonight darling.”

Steven lined his fat tip up with your hole, sliding it between your folds and collecting the juices there. He couldn’t believe you were so wet and ready for him. Even through the sedative, you felt a sharp pain at your swollen and tender entrance. You winced, grabbing the sheets to brace yourself. You were so weak, your grip was meaningless, but you did it anyway out of instinct.

“There’s no way around it, it’s gonna hurt, but at least spit on it a little, get yourself nice and slick all over for her.”

Steven obeyed Marc’s orders, drawing a glob of spit together and dropping it down over his thick cock. He stroked it over himself, coating his length until it was slippery and glossy. Steven moaned, already desperate to feel your cunt again. Of all the things Steven enjoyed in life, nothing made him feel the way your body did. There was simply no comparison.

“That’s good, just like that, okay.”

You were glad you couldn’t feel the full force of the pain when Steven stretched you out over his girth once again. He shuddered forward, dropping both hands on either side of your head. Your eyes were half open, and in your drugged state you were able to convince yourself that he was a little handsome. He snapped his hips forward, filling you full to the hilt.

“Don’t like how little she’s movin’, looks like she might fall asleep,” he muttered quietly in between his grunts.

You wondered why he was talking as if you weren’t there. Maybe he was crazy. A person had to be crazy to kidnap and rape someone, right? It didn’t matter, the drug you took made everything feel a little better, a little more numb, and you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about it. He could talk to all the voices he wanted to, you could hardly feel a thing, and you felt your eyelids desperately wanting to close.

“Steven, if you’re going to keep fucking her a hundred times a day, she needs a break,” Marc scolded.

Steven grumbled and sat back, looking down to see the way you split over his cock. He could see what Marc was talking about. Your poor cunt was swollen around him. Your pussy lips were puffy, clearly aching, and Steven felt a little guilty. You were so wet though, so you must’ve liked it at least a little. Marc didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

“Y’know I don’t mean to hurt you, right love? S’not my fault you feel so good. Can’t help myself.”

His voice sounded wrecked while he continued fucking into your near lifeless body. He was glad that at least your cunt was reacting to his movements. He could feel you soft walls clenching down around him every time he rolled his hips forward, hitting the furthest point of your channel.

“Alright buddy, need you to listen to me. Take your thumb and start rubbing her clit. I know you’ve done this before, but let me tell you what to say. She seems to like when you say certain things.”

Steven globbed another ball of spit onto your clit and then started rubbing the pad of his thumb over it. He trembled when your walls fluttered over his girth. He saw your weak body arch into his touch, and that made him feel relieved. You were still right there, still warm and responsive, regardless of the drugged state you were in. Marc started coaching Steven, and the words coming out of his mouth fell like honey washing over you. It was amazing that some simple verbiage could make your body yearn the way it did.

“Look how pretty you are, love. I know it hurts, but you’re doing so good for us.” Steven started moving faster, the words were as encouraging for him as they were for you.

You groaned, a little from the pain, and a little from the pleasure. Steven, felt your cunt flutter around him with every rough and intentional thrust. Regardless of how sore you might be, it was clear that you were enjoying yourself, at least a little. He let out a shaky breath while Marc continued to urge him on from the headspace.

“You’re doing good Steven. Look how pretty she is. Fuck, she takes us so well doesn’t she?” He was watching, marveling in the way your beautiful and tired eyes stayed trained on Steven’s.

“Yeah, you’re stunning darling, f-fuck.” Steven could hardly contain himself, “that feeling good, love? Tell me, please say somethin’.”

You pressed your lips together as best as you could, and tried to hum out a positive response. Hardly a noise came out, and you felt your eyelids close heavily.

Steven noticed immediately when you weren’t awake anymore. He was pissed, to put it lightly. This wasn’t how he liked you. He liked your whines and cries filling the room. He liked to know that he was the one making you feel good, and now he was stuck fucking your sleeping body. It wasn’t like he didn’t love the way you felt even when you slept, his cock still twitched inside of you regardless and he certainly wasn’t going to stop, but he preferred it when you were awake. He reached out and grabbed your jaw, trying to shake you awake.

“C’mon love, wake up. Not done with you yet.” Steven thrust forward faster. You still felt so fucking good. How could someone be so perfect they felt that good even while they slept?

“Didn’t think she’d actually fall asleep. Sorry Steven I-”

“Shut the fuck up Marc,” Steven growled, “you leave her alone understand?”

Steven picked you up with ease before swapping positions, putting himself on his back and you on top of him, never letting his cock slide out of your slick cunt. You didn’t stir in the slightest, you were just a limp carcass splayed over his chest. He grabbed the other side of your head and brought your cheek to his lips. You’d never hear the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear gently while he bucked his hips upward roughly.

“Sorry darling, so sorry you can’t feel me like you should right now. Oh but you-you feel so-you still feel so good.” Steven knew that you wanted him, that Marc had taken this feeling away from you by drugging you. “Not gonna let him do that to you again.”

You couldn’t hear him huffing sharply in your ear while his orgasm approached. Marc had fallen silent, which Steven appreciated. He didn’t want Marc interfering during his time with you anyway. This was his time. Not to mention, what did he need Marc’s advice for anyway? Steven knew how to pleasure you just fine. He’d succeeded to make you come every time he fucked you. Marc didn’t know. Marc still hadn’t felt you yet.

He hadn’t felt how soft your cunt was when it squeezed down on their cock when you were coming; He hadn’t heard the way you whimpered while being fucked relentlessly, and he hadn’t felt what it was like to shoot their hot spent into your channel, overflowing you and feeling it spill out the sides. Steven felt that now while he nearly cried from the way his body shook as he emptied himself inside of you once again.

----

It went on like that for a little while. You weren’t sure how much time had gone by after a few days in that house. Steven and Jake had voted to keep you off drugs, to which Marc reluctantly agreed, being outvoted by the rest of the system. Despite not being drugged, you were incredibly tired, and in addition, sore, and mentally unstimulated, staring at the same four walls every day. There was nothing to do other than sleep, eat, and be a real life sex toy for the three brothers who all insisted on making your life a living hell.

You still wanted to go home.

While Steven agreed that you were probably sore, and in need of a break, he still struggled to keep himself off of you. Most nights, when he was certain the other two weren’t present, he would sneak into your room and fuck you from behind. You’d stopped fighting, and instead tried your best to enjoy it. It was going to happen whether you wanted it to or not, so you figured it was best to try and get something out of it.

This only served to feed Steven’s delusion that you were happy to be there with them. Every moan from your lips was a solid reassurance that he was giving you something you enjoyed, and every time you grabbed onto him or arched your back against his chest, he thought that was your attempt at intimacy. He fucking loved you so much. You could probably slap him and he’d think you were just playing around.

They all loved you, but Marc was the only one who showed you love in a way that you understood, or that at least seemed, dare you say, somewhat normal. He hadn’t fronted in a while, letting Steven and Jake have their fun, but it was his turn. You were beaten up, and he felt that sharp stab of guilt in his gut over it. Your face was still beautiful as ever, but your body was banged up and bitten. Your poor cunt was puffy and raw. You were dirty, tired, and clearly aching all over.

He had something for you hidden from your view behind his back as he drew closer to the bed. You thought it might be something he would use to hurt you like the others, despite not having hurt you thus far. You didn’t know what else these men were capable of, and maybe he was going to join in and start throwing you around too. You shifted further away as he approached, sitting on the other side of the bed with the blanket pulled up to your chin.

“How are you feeling baby?” Marc said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, keeping a healthy distance from you.

You were clutching your blanket to yourself tightly. You didn’t say a word, you only stared. Marc had noticed that you’d become less talkative as the week went on. Jake’s methods seemed to be working to tame you, making you more meek and obedient. It wasn’t their intention to change who you were, not at all. They loved you for you, but they needed you to stop fighting, and start behaving, and you were already getting so much better. Marc thought you should be rewarded.

“Here,” he pulled the gift out from behind his back.

It was a stuffed lamb, like someone might give to a child. You frowned at it, confused as to why he would be giving you something so juvenile. It was soft and plush, and something about it made you feel a huge wave of comfort the longer you looked it over. 

“You don’t like it.” He looked disappointed. “I was hoping that you might be able to hold onto it when Steven isn’t giving you breaks or when–”

You snatched the lamb from Marc’s hands and pulled it in close. It was just as comforting as you thought it would be when you brought it to your chest. The soft fabric of the wool against your breasts was soothing. You felt silly finding so much solace in something as childish as a stuffed animal, but given your situation, you stopped caring how it might look to anyone else. You needed any little bit of mental reprieve you could get right now..

“Thank you, Marc,” you said, just as Jake had trained you to.

Marc felt a sense of pride swell through his chest when you took the stuffed animal from him. He wasn’t sure you would like it, but there you were, clutching it against yourself like it was a lifeline. It was at that point he noticed the dried and crusted blood on your collarbone, chest, and various other places where Jake had bitten your precious body. He reached out, but you flinched back.

“I’m not going to hurt you honey, I just need you to come with me. Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.” He held his hand out to you.

You hesitated, but ultimately you conceded, putting your new stuffed toy down and taking his hand, letting him walk you to the bathroom. His mind was buzzing watching you walk, stepping light as a feather while he guided you. When he looked at you, he felt like you were like a perfect little doll. 

“Go ahead and sit there on the toilet, let me get this started for you.”

You wondered if they’d stocked up on bath products while you were sleeping, or if you maybe weren’t the first woman they’d taken. You thought about asking him, but decided you didn’t really want to know. You also didn’t want your words getting twisted against you, as they often did. Knowing them, they’d start thinking you were jealous of past women who had walked in your shoes. He filled the bath with suds, salts, and oils. It smelled lovely, if you were being honest.

He thought he might bathe with you, work on soothing some of your wounds and making you feel more comfortable. He also hadn’t spent any time with you, not really, since you’d arrived. Marc let the water run over his hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot for your tender and beaten skin. Once the tub was full, he pulled off his shirt.

“Go ahead, get in the tub,” Marc gestured to the bath.

When you realized that he was getting undressed, you froze. You couldn’t take anymore, in fact, you wouldn’t take anymore. Your cunt was aching just looking at his bare torso. Against your better judgment, you bolted for the door, knowing that you needed to get away from the impending pain. You ran to the only exit, slamming your hand against the door and tugging on the handle wildly. Although you knew your thumbprint wouldn’t work on the lock-pad, having tried it several times before, you tried it again anyway, slamming the pad of your thumb against the reader. You felt the panic rising in your chest while you kept wiggling the handle.

Why did you do this? You thought. If you weren’t in trouble before…

“Honey,” you heard from behind you, “come on.” He sounded so calm.

Marc felt grateful that Jake and Steven weren’t watching when you made your foolish attempt at escape. He wasn’t going to hold it against you, he understood you were in pain and you were afraid, but he couldn’t speak for the other two. He knew that Steven had intense jealousy, and Jake was…Jake. You turned around, eyes wide with terror. Marc put his arms out, exposing his bare chest to you, an attempt to show that he meant you no harm.

Your eyes scoured his body, stopping at the clear bulge under his jeans. You pressed your lips together tightly, doing your best to keep yourself from crying again. For someone trying to act defiant and brave, you were failing miserably. Your knees were shaking while you stood there, staring at the broad chested man. You gulped and then collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobs. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, so you just kept your eyes on the floor.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me-please!” Your entire body was trembling. “It just hurts so much. It hurts,” you sobbed.

Marc walked over and stood over your tiny frame, curled onto the floor like you were waiting for him to hurt you. He knelt down and put a gentle hand on your back. When it became clear that you weren’t going to get back up he groaned and scooped you up into his arms. Clearly you’d conceded to your fate, burying your face into his neck and wetting the skin there with your tears.

You didn’t open your eyes again until you felt him lowering you into the tub slowly. The water was hot but soothing. It felt nice against the wounds you’d received, and it felt as if your entire body exhaled in relief. Despite the fear still coursing through you, you felt a small moment of reprieve from the horror. You saw him, even through the blur of your tears, as he unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled both his pants and boxer-briefs down and toed them off.

He watched you gulp and shy away to the furthest point of the tub that you could. You had your arms covering your chest, but that didn’t matter to him. He had no intention of sleeping with you, he just wanted to make you feel good, and make you feel better about being there with them. Making you love them, genuinely and truly, might be the single most difficult thing he would ever do, but he would do it. He slowly got into the tub and watched you turn your head to the wall, avoiding his gaze entirely.

“Come here baby, let me at least wash you.” He put a hand on your shoulder.

You pulled your shoulder away, splashing some water up in the process.

“I can wash myself,” you muttered.

“Let me clean you up, and I’ll make you feel good too honey, please, you deserve it after how good you’ve been.” He urged.

You finally looked at him, sniffling and wiping away a tear, “but I wasn’t good, I just tried to run-”

“I didn’t see anything,” he said abruptly, cutting off your confession.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, until you realized that he was going to keep your little, and unsuccessful, attempt between the two of you. It gave you a small sense of comfort that he was going to protect you, if only a little, from the other’s wrath should they ever find out about your misbehavior. With that understanding, and considering the gift he’d brought you just a little while ago, you felt, in some twisted way, indebted to him. You finally gave in, sliding over to him in the tub.

“There you go,” he pulled you into his lap.

His stomach electrified with excitement while he pulled you over to sit with him. You were straddling him with a knee on either side of his thighs, arms still covering your chest. He couldn’t help the way his cock prodded underneath you, looking for a place to bury itself. When he’d drawn the bath for you, he hadn’t intended to fuck you, not at all, but he was quickly realizing how foolish it was for him to think he could resist you. Your knees clenched on either side of his legs when he grabbed your hips tightly, lining you up with his bulbous tip.

“P-please.” You looked at him, eyes big with desperation for mercy, “it hurts so much.”

“I know, but if you just sit on it, you’ll get more used to the size, okay? The more you let us loosen you up, the less it will hurt. I promise.” He cupped your cheek in his other hand, “I won’t move, just lower yourself down on me. Take your time.”

As Marc had hoped, giving you the freedom to set the pace encouraged you to do it on your own. He didn’t want to have to force you, so he was grateful when you showed your willingness to comply. You were slow, and he willed his hips to remain stationary while you rose up a little on your knees, getting it lined up perfectly. His breath was shaky while he felt you start to settle over it, lowering yourself painstakingly slowly.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Oh my-fuh-you’re so damn tight-shit.”

His hand was squeezing roughly on your hip, and somehow you managed not to pull away. Marc wondered if that meant you were getting more adjusted to the pain. Now he could see why Steven was so obsessed with keeping his dick buried deep inside of you as much as possible. Nothing in Marc’s entire life felt so fucking good. He let out a choked sound while burying his face into your sternum, resting both hands on your hips.

“There-there you go-fuck.” He sucked back the saliva that threatened to fall from his lips.

You lowered yourself completely so you were sitting on him, and he was keeping his promise to remain still. That didn’t stop his cock from pulsating inside of you while you rested there. He looked up at you, mouth slackjaw and eyes hooded with arousal. Under different circumstances you might find yourself attracted to him. Instead you were frightened by the sight of him, quickly tucking your face into his neck so you wouldn’t have to look at him.

“Let me look at you honey. Gotta clean up the marks that Jake left,” he was trying to keep himself level headed, but his voice was rough and wrecked.

You sat back and looked at him. You heard a low roll in his chest accompanied by a twitch of his cock inside of you at the sensation. He looked at your skin with concern stitched in his furrowed brow. He touched one of the bite marks just above your collarbone. You winced and hissed back, reaching a hand up to cover it. Marc let out a breathy rasp at the feeling of you shifting on his member, but he brushed it aside and concentrated on your ailments once more. Marc’s brow turned up. If “I’m sorry,” had a face, it was etched on his expression in that moment.

“I’ll take care of you, okay? You know they only hurt you because they care, right?” He grabbed a soft cloth from the side of the tub and started to wet it in the warm bath water.

You shook your head, “you’re all horrible,” another tear slipped down your face.

“I know it feels that way right now, but if you just relax, and let us take care of you, then you’ll see…everything we do is because we love you.” He touched the towel to your wound, forcing another pained gasp from you, “I’ll always take care of you honey.”

“This isn’t love, it’s insanity,” you corrected him.

You weren’t wrong, it was insane, and Marc knew that, but wasn’t love itself a little crazy? The idea that this unseen thing could bind people so deeply…at least it sounded insane when Marc considered it. You had your eyes closed tightly while he continued to clean you. His arm brushed over your nipple accidentally and he felt your cunt flutter softly in response. He looked up at you, and you finally opened your eyes.

Beautiful.

Without words, he covered your right nipple in his mouth. He was still managing to keep himself from thrusting, despite wanting to so, so desperately. If he could get your sweet cunt to do that again though…oh it felt so fucking good. You let out a quiet and breathy moan. Marc cupped your breast up so he could flick over the peak while looking into your eyes. You still looked like you were in so much pain.

“Relax honey, just enjoy yourself, that’s the only thing you need to do.”

His voice was soothing against your ears. You hated it. You hated that you enjoyed listening to him say nice things to you, you hated that his cock felt good filling you up the way it did, and you hated that you wanted him to put his mouth back over your tit and suck harder. You hated all of it.

“I know you’re still trying to deny your feelings, I understand.” He said as though he’d read your mind. He brushed the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. “The second you give yourself over to us, is when it will all start to feel better. I promise.”

You shook your head, “never gonna give in to you…fucking pigs.”

Marc loved you. He really loved you, but you struck a nerve calling them pigs. He was trying so hard to be patient and kind to you. Didn’t you see that he was the only chance you had at any sort of peace from the otherwise brutal nature the other two harbored? Jake was going to continue to bite and spank you until you were more obedient, and Steven was going to fuck you until their cock fell off, but Marc…Marc was going to be a paradise from all that, and you were being so fucking rude.

He grabbed your jaw in his strong hand, “I’m not the bad guy here honey.” His voice was gruff and raspy while he spoke through clenched teeth, “I’ve been nothing but fucking nice to you, but I can start to be real mean if you want me to be.”

You looked at him with nothing but fear in your eyes. You tried to wriggle away, but his hand on your hip was firm, and the grip on your jaw tightened. Marc breathed out a heavy moan, feeling the way your cunt slid over him in your attempt to get away from. It was intoxicating, the feeling of your walls clenching over his girth. He didn’t thrust, he didn’t, he just slowly pushed your hip down while rolling his own hips upward. It was so slow it could hardly be considered moving, but he felt it.

So did you, and you were ashamed to admit that it felt good. You weren’t going to fuck him, you weren’t, but if you tried to get away from him, surely he’d have to pull you back down…right? You struggled again, trying to get away from him, sliding up to the tip of his length, but he pulled you in tighter, shoving his cock deep into you again. You whined in response, trying to keep yourself from rocking your hips against him. Was there any harm in giving in like he’d suggested? If you were stuck there anyway…

“Fuck honey, can’t hold it in anymore,” he said in a low growl.

Any promise he’d made was tossed out the window as his orgasm took over. He was grunting loud, thrusting harshly upward into your cunt, splitting you open wider one snap of his hips at a time. You held onto him tight, nails digging into his shoulders roughly. A gasp fell from your lips. It hurt being fucked like that again. This time you didn’t even come, and it was clear he was going to make sure you didn’t get that privilege.

“Only good girls get to come,” he said as he came down from his orgasm.

When he was finished using you like the other two often did, he lifted you off his cock and put you down in the tub. It was for the best that you didn’t get to come, at least, that’s what you told yourself while he finished washing you. The ache between your legs was screaming for attention, but you were still determined to keep your composure, not wanting to give in to it. When you were done being washed, you got out of the tub, dried off and walked back to your bed.

Marc didn’t say anything else to you. He was trying to decide how he wanted to approach the situation. He was angry with you and your continued defiance. Maybe he was being too easy on you. Maybe Jake was right in his approach. Marc tried not to be so angry with you, but didn’t you see that he was just trying to love you? It would be so easy for you if you’d just stop fighting and let them treat you like the princess they thought you to be. He’d hoped you would be further along by then, it being a week in already, but it would seem he was mistaken.

You could tell he was upset, and fear coursed through your veins. What if he decided  to punish you like Jake did? What if he told Jake about your disobedience? This didn’t look good for you, so you did the only thing you could think of to make him happy. Regardless of whether or not you wanted to avoid him wrongly thinking you were content with your life there, this was about survival.

Marc was about to press his thumb to the thumb print reader by the door when he heard you get off the bed. You grabbed his arm, your fingertips sent an electric current through him where they touched his skin. You looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes he loved so much. They looked like they were twinkling.

“I’m sorry, Marc,” you tried to appear as sincere as possible while looking longingly into his deep brown eyes. “Please don’t let them hurt me, please. I shouldn’t have said that.”

His face slowly lit up, changing from his angry furrowed brow to a softer expression. You felt stiff as you stepped back, eyes darting between his in the hopes that your plea worked. You felt disgusted with yourself, not wanting to make him think you favored him in the slightest, but you didn’t see another option. Your bites and bruises ached just at the thought of Jake’s ‘lessons’.

Marc cupped your cheek, sighing and looking at you affectionately “there’s my good girl. I left you a little something in the stuffed lamb I got you. Just don’t tell the other two, okay?”

You nodded slowly, “thank you,” you gulped, “t-thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome baby.”

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Inside the lamb, behind the velcro opening, you’d found a small vibrator tucked away in the stuffing. No, you’d thought immediately, refusing at first to let yourself fall into any sort of comfort from the pleasure you knew it would bring you. Marc would be so happy if he thought you were using your vibrator that he got you. He’d think you were becoming more content with your life. You couldn’t let any of them think anything like that.

You kept up that way of thinking, that you were above using such a thing, until Steven was on top of you again, mouthing hungrily at your neck, leaving marks of his own on you. It hurt still, the ache of your hole getting stretched multiple times a day and being filled with copious amounts of his and Jake’s cum. It was getting easier, but the pain was there nonetheless. Marc seemed to keep himself from partaking in what the other two had no qualms in having as much as they could.

It had been two days since your bath, since you'd received the vibrator, and you knew they’d be back soon. They seemed to be out of the house most nights. It had been hours that you were alone and it was getting late. An idea struck you suddenly, a thought that you might be able to dull the ache in some way, assuming they’d want to take you when they got back. The vibrator stuck out when you opened the back of the lamb. It was bright pink against the white stuffing. You pulled it out, and turned it on. It was loud and the vibration was strong. If you could make yourself wet enough, it might hurt less when they had their way with you later.

That was the logic behind you laying back on your bed, legs spread out wide with the strong vibration resting on your clit. It was hard to feel grateful for Marc’s kindness, considering he was part of the reason you were there, one of three parts to be exact, but while you pleasured yourself you couldn’t help thinking of him a little.

You thought about how gentle he was with you in the tub, letting you lower yourself over his cock. He wasn’t like Steven, taking you no matter how hard you cried. Marc was different, but you wondered if that was what made him the most dangerous. He could be the one to make you start getting comfortable, so you vowed to yourself that you’d stay strong, no matter how soft he was with you, or how good he could make you feel.

While you were enjoying your moment of self love, Steven was fighting. They usually fought at night, but at this point Steven was normally home. It seemed to him like there was an influx of crime recently, or maybe he only felt that way because now he had something waiting for him at home and the losers on the streets were keeping him away from you. Either way, doing things the “humane” way was taking too long.

If the fact that he was dependent on Marc, Steven and Jake wasn’t enough, the second reason that Khonshu didn’t care that they were doing something so immoral, was that Steven turned to killing to speed things up. He found that ending the villains who terrorized the streets gave him the ability to finish their work faster, so they could get back to you sooner. Jake liked it too, it meant he and Marc could start killing again without hearing the constant nag of Steven’s good conscience judging him relentlessly.

Your vibe was so loud you didn’t even hear the door unlock. Steven walked in, love-dumb smile plastered on his face until he realized what you were doing. You gasped when you saw him, quickly switching off the toy, sitting up and staring at him wide-eyed. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks immediately while the two of you looked at each other unmoving.

“What a’you doin’ love?”

His white suit was covered all over in blood spatter. You tried to hide the vibrator quickly, as though you weren’t just seconds from mind numbing ecstasy, but he wasn’t dumb. The look on his face turned to one of utter betrayal as he charged forward. You flinched, covering your face in your hands and making yourself as small as possible. He grabbed the pink, plastic thing in his hand.

“Oh no. No, no, no, what is this?” He held up the toy in his hand, turning it around and inspecting it. “Who gave you this? Hm?”

“Steven, calm down, I just gave it to her as an act of goodwill, it’s not a big-“

“Marc…” an annoyed laugh escaped him, sending a chill through your body, “I should’ve known.”

Steven was pissed, to put it lightly. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks while he tried to keep his composure. He looked down at it, and then back at you. This was unacceptable. How could you do something like that to him? He was right there ready to please you any time you needed. He was a warm body, he knew what you liked, and you would choose this thing over him?

“Look at me…” he spoke coldly.

Knowing the punishment would be worse if you didn’t, you removed your hands from your face and looked at him. You wiped the tears from your eyes, seeing him now standing over you with an abnormally enraged expression. His usual soft and loving gaze was filled with fury, forcing terror to pool in your gut.

“Love, why would you ever use something like this? Huh? What do you need this for when you’ve got me?” His expression shifted, he looked hurt.

“I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry I thought it was okay because-“

“It’s not!” He shouted, forcing you to flinch. “S’not ok. I’m better than any piece of fuckin’ plastic aren’t I? Don’t I make you feel good?”

Now you were starting to understand why Marc told you to keep your little toy a secret. You’d never seen Steven so upset, so angry. This was an anger born from deep betrayal, he was hurt. Knowing that he was probably going to bring Jake in to punish you, you decided to be proactive to show your willingness to behave. You could only hope that he would spare you.

Steven, despite his frustration with you, felt the nagging of arousal in his pants as your gaze fell on his groin. Your little hand reached up and brushed over the fabric covering his bulge, involuntarily Steven’s hips moved forward, chasing your touch. You looked up at him with those big eyes, desperation etched in every pore of your face.

“Darling,” Steven’s face softened a little. He cupped your chin roughly in his gloved, bloody hand. “I love you with all my heart, but you’ve really disappointed me today. I need you to know that.”

You felt the panic rushing through your body in a wave. With trembling hands you reached for the button of his pants, but he stepped back. Was he not going to let you please him? Was he not going to let you apologize in the way you knew he’d like? He must’ve been furious with you, more angry than you’d originally anticipated.

“No, no, no…if you think this thing is so wonderful, maybe I ought to give it a go, yeah?” Steven’s lips were curled into a frown, “you just sit there, and watch, and if I see you look elsewhere, we’re going to have an even bigger problem, love.”

He kept the vibrator in his hand while he undid his pants and pushed them down to his mid-thigh. His fat cock bounced as it was freed from the confines of his boxer-briefs. You gulped, watching him intently. You were determined to behave, not wanting to incite more anger from him than you already had. He turned on the toy, and the loud hum filled the room once more.

“There, let’s see what’s so special about this bloody thing.” He pressed it to the underside of his cock and immediately you saw his body tense. “Oh shit.”

“Steven, what's the plan?” Marc asked, tone riddled with nervousness, knowing that Steven could be unpredictable if provoked, “I’m not gonna let you hurt her, you need to just calm down.”

“Well love, this does feel rather good, I wouldn’t lie to you.” He kept his darkened eyes on you. “Doesn’t feel as good as your warm little cunt though.”

Steven was getting hot so he removed his coat quickly and brought the vibe back to his cock. He slid it back and forth from his balls to his leaking head. The slit in his tip was dripping so much there was a small wet spot on the floor below. You were watching like he’d demanded, and he could see you pressing your legs together tightly.

There was a burning in your groin. The sound of the vibrator mixed with the sight of Steven’s weeping erection was forcing your own arousal to build. You…you wanted him. There was no way you’d admit it, but you could feel it like an itch demanding to be scratched. You needed to feel his cock filling you again. Out of everything you’d been through, that feeling alone was what scared you the most. The moment you became content in your situation was the moment that you signed yourself over to this place being your future. You couldn’t let that happen.

“It’s my fault she has that thing in the first place, just let her apologize and move on.”

Steven was tuning him out and instead put all his focus on the delicious feeling of the vibe rolling over his length. Nothing would replace the way your warm, wet walls made him feel, but this did feel good. He saw you shifting uncomfortably, and he recognized that look in your eye.

“Oh, look at…ah-damn…look at you. I can see how worked up you’re getting darling.” He wiped away some spit that dribbled onto his chin. “Bet you’d like to feel me now, yeah?”

The feeling of the vibrator was causing his cock to twitch.

“You better teach her well amigo, teach her like I do.” Jake murmured.

Against your better judgment, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You needed some friction between your legs. You tried to be inconspicuous, bringing both of your hands to your tightly clenched thighs, making it look like you were just cold and trying to warm your hands.

Steven wasn’t stupid.

He snickered, “oh, you look rather pathetic right now don’t you?” He groaned, hips still churning over the noisy toy. “So needy, but you don’t get to have your way. You don’t get to hurt me like you did and still get to feel good.”

He stepped forward on shaking legs and wrapped his fingers around your throat. Steven felt you gulp underneath his palm. You brought both hands to his forearm, holding tightly. You had a beautiful look of terror in your eyes that brought him right to the edge. He squeezed tighter.

“I’m going to come love. I’m gonna-and then-I’m-you’re gonna-mm-so pretty-so pretty-ahh!”

You watched as Steven’s head fell back and thick white ropes spilled from the slit of his head. He was holding the vibrator in a way that most of his spend landed on the plastic casing. His body twitched when the feeling became oversensitive. He pulled the vibe off his length. Steven looked back down at you, face softer than before now that he was satisfied. He looked at the toy in his hand and then at you once more.

“Open your mouth, love.”

Steven watched as you slowly parted your precious lips. He put the vibe in your mouth, rolling it over your tongue.

“Clean it all up darling, be good f’me now. Maybe if you do well I’ll be less harsh when I give you your lesson…maybe.”

You closed your mouth over the toy, bobbing your head to collect every bit of cum that he coated it with. You parted your lips again, showing him that you were willing to drag your tongue over every bit to do a good job. You even leaned forward, taking the stray bits that had landed on his bloody glove into your mouth and swallowing. When you looked up at him, he seemed more than pleased.

“Wow, you’re absolutely perfect, love. I know this was an honest mistake right? You didn’t mean to upset me.”

“Of course not, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Steven.” You hoped the pleading look was enough to help him understand how apologetic you truly were.

“Oh my sweet darling.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I love you more than anything, and I truly wish that I could just let it go, but…” you watched, dumbfounded, as Steven took the toy between his two hands and snapped as though it were a thin little twig, “…I still have to teach you a lesson, are you going to be good f’me now?”

Your bottom lip quivered when you thought about how upset Marc would be when he saw you’d failed to keep your little secret from the other two. You wondered if he would want to punish you too. Of course you hadn’t meant to get caught with it, and you didn’t realize that Steven would’ve been so upset if he saw you using it. Running wasn’t an option now, it never was, so you saw no other choice than to nod and obey Steven’s commands.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’ll…I’ll be good.”

A sadistic grin spread over his face. You watched him roll his sleeves up just above his elbows on either side. He walked over to the foot of the bed, you rotated to keep your front facing him at all times. One of his hands rested on his hips and he beckoned you forward.

“Come.”

You didn’t like being called like a dog, but you obeyed anyway, crawling to the edge of the mattress and then sitting back on your heels. Steven looked satisfied with your willingness to follow his instructions so far, though he’d only asked for so little. You were trying to stop your body from shaking but you couldn’t.

“Turn around and get on all fours.” He demanded.

No good could come from turning your back on him. At least when you faced him you could see the blows coming. Steven had never hurt you, nor had he ever treated you this way, so you weren’t sure what to expect. You turned slowly, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You then felt something cold and metal touch your right side. You flinched away, but Steven had a firm grip on your left hip, holding you in place.

“Now, I won’t lie to you my love, this is gonna hurt…probably a lot…but it’s the only way you’ll learn.” You felt a soft tap on your rear from the metal, “move forward a bit, make room f’me.”

You complied, and then felt the bed shift behind you. It felt like he was playing with a steel pole on your back, rolling it from your shoulders all the way back to your rear like a massage tool. It felt nice, but you knew it was only temporary. The next time you felt the pole it was painful, striking against your left asscheek harshly. You wailed, falling forward onto the bed, feeling sobs start to overwhelm you immediately.

“Come back up here, come on!” Steven was yelling loudly, “not done yet love, don’t make me ask you again, keep yourself up. S’not that bad. I’ve seen Jake do worse.”

You gathered yourself, going back on all fours like he wanted. You saw the stuffed lamb Marc had given you just an arms length in front of you. You reached for it, hoping Steven wouldn’t protest. The plush toy felt comforting as you leaned down and held it close, making sure to still keep your ass in the air. Steven slid his hand over your sore cheek forcing a wince and a hiss from your lips.

“Yes love, hold on tight to that little thing Marc gave you. He’s so nice to you isn’t he? Maybe that’s why you thought you’d get away with somethin’ like this. He’s too soft on you.”

“Someone’s gotta be nice to her. You two don’t give her a chance to fuckin’ breathe,” Marc spoke up in his defense.

Another whack from the metal pole had you screaming and holding onto the stuffed lamb for dear life. You never thought that Steven, out of the three, would be the one to do this to you. Jake made perfect sense, he was dark, cold, and threatening. Marc could be harsh and clearly had a knack for discipline in his own right, but Steven…Steven had always been affectionate, in his own way…until now.

“Wanna hear you say you’re sorry love, tell me how sorry you are for hurtin’ me like that.” He used the baton to hit your side now, right along your ribcage. “Say it,” he spoke in a threatening tone.

“I’m sorry!” You screamed through your sobs, “I’m so sorry!”

“Can see why Jake likes this so much, all those pretty sounds you make…” he forced his cock into you so suddenly that you pushed yourself up on your arms in surprise, “fuckin’ hell. Keep cryin’ darling, keep begging me to-oh my God-keep beggin’ me to stop. Can’t get enough of how it sounds.”

He hit you again. Steven knew he should feel bad, but he couldn’t help the way your pained noises seemed to permeate his ears and peak his arousal. Even more, he was still angry about the vibrator, and wanted to make sure you never thought about betraying him like that again. Your cunt clenched over him the next time he gave you a swift crack against your side. You fell forward again.

“I’m sorry Steven, I mean it. I’ll never touch myself again without your permission, I’ll never do anything like that-ah!” You were interrupted by a blow to the left side.

You felt something warm drop on your lesser used hole. Spit, you thought. He didn’t have to tell you, you knew what he was going to do. The cold pole pressed against your tight ring of muscle. You relaxed, trying to make it less painful, but it didn’t matter how prepared you were, he was going in. You expected to feel nothing but agony when he stuffed the baton into your hole, but to your surprise it felt…good.

Steven noticed the change in you immediately. He felt the way you started to rock your hips back on your own over his cock and the pole he’d pushed deep into your ass. You stopped crying, and your cries were replaced by deep, guttural moans that filled the room. He’d never heard you like this and the sounds excited him more than he could fathom.

“Gonna have to try something like that myself, listen to her…” Jake sounded needy, which Steven didn’t like. It meant his time was running out.

You clutched the bedding in one hand and still held the stuffed toy in the other. His cock filled you up, and the pole made your brain stop functioning almost completely. You’d become so mentally numb that your mouth was stuck gaping and drooling into the lamb.

“Oh darling, that feels good dunnit?”

He didn’t need to hear you say, yes. Your screaming, moaning cry was more than enough to satisfy his question. He looked down, seeing the way your holes were stretched out in their dual penetration made his cock twitch inside of you. He watched your tight rim as it clenched around the pole at the same time your cunt throbbed over his girth. You fell forward again, and when Steven nearly felt himself slip out he’d had enough.

“Alright, open.” He demanded, pulling the pole from your rear.

You whined at the sudden empty feeling. You knew when he said open, he could only be talking about your mouth. You did as you were told, parting your lips. He brought the pole down to your open jaw.

“Cover your pretty little teeth love, or they’re gonna break,” he warned in a dark tone.

He gave you hardly any time to comply before he put the baton in your mouth horizontally and pulled back. He gripped the pole tightly with both hands like handlebars, holding you in place. It gave him the perfect leverage to fuck into you relentlessly without slipping out. This was the most brilliant idea Steven thought he ever had.

“There you go love, made myself a little toy out of you.” His voice was rough while he continued his unforgiving pace. “How do you like that, yeah? You like bein’ my little toy?”

You sobbed, feeling pain in your jaw from the pressure the pole put on you.

“If you choose a stupid-shit-oh-God-stupid toy over me again, I’ll make this pussy into my personal f-fuck toy.” He grunted, pounding harder. “Would you like that? Hm? Treat you like an object instead of the love of my life? Wouldn’t that hurt your feelings darling?”

Despite the agonizing way the pole stretched your lips out, you were close to climax. He was fucking you so hard, and something about the possessive way he called you his toy made your body feel hot. You relaxed into it, finally taking a moment to experience the pleasure of his ownership, and all at once the wave melted over you. Your deep moans filled the room while you came around his thick cock, arching your back as much as you could to feel him deeper.

Steven felt you clenching around him tightly. Your poor body was so weak, he could tell by the way you fell limp so soon after you came. Even with the pole holding you up, you dropped. He tossed it aside with a clank on the floor. Now he was there, sitting back and grabbing your hips tightly, continuing to fuck you roughly. He wondered if you fainted, your body wasn’t moving. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to fill you like you were made to take every last drop of him…and to Steven you were.

His hips came to a stop against your rear, hot white spurts of his seed shot into you. Seeing it fill you up so much it started leaking out the sides was Steven’s greatest pleasure. Your swollen and puffy hole was so beautiful with it split over him he could stare at it for hours. He pulled out of you and watched his spend trickle out onto the bedding. You started to fall over, onto your side, so he let you, now feeling a little concerned with the clarity washing over him. 

“Love.” Steven shook you, but you weren’t moving and your eyes remained closed.

“Steven what the hell did you do?” Marc sounded furious.

“Everyone just stay calm, I’m sure she’s f-fine just takin’ a little rest is all…right Jake?” Steven’s body was trembling.

Jake took over, immediately feeling for your pulse. He slumped over, satisfied when the thump of your heart was there. He ran a hand over his face and huffed out a weary sigh. You were just resting, something you clearly needed after everything they continued to put you through. Jake retracted the suit completely, grabbed the broken pieces of the vibrator off the floor and left you in peace.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t really mean to hurt her, I was just…she was just…I mean she made me do it! How could she use that-”

“Enough!” Jake shouted when he got to the living room. He looked in the mirror, a three paneled piece they used so they could all “see” each other while they talked. “She’s been fairly well behaved, despite recent events.” He looked at the panel Steven was occupying. “I think it’s time we discuss giving her some more…freedom…what do you two think?”

Series Masterlist - Moodboard

Moon Knight Masterlist

[anonymous-dentist]

Day Four- Vampires

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Cellbit breaks into the graveyard just after midnight, but it takes until three in the morning for his shovel to hit the coffin he’s looking for.

This particular subject was buried so recently that their headstone hasn’t even been put in place yet, so Cellbit doesn’t know who he’s about to be dealing with. Hopefully, they’re physically fit. (Though, really, he’d just be happy if they have all their body parts after the past few weeks’ failures.)

Cellbit lets out a breath, looks up at the cloudless sky, chucks his shovel out of the grave, and gets to work pulling the coffin above ground. It’s heavier than expected, but that’s a good thing; it just means the body’s intact enough to take apart properly.

Once the coffin’s flat on the pressed, dead grass above, Cellbit takes a seat on it and wipes the sweat off his face with the bottom of his t-shirt. It spreads dirt everywhere, but it’s not like anybody’s around to judge him.

“Okay,” he murmurs, standing and grabbing a surgical mask out of his backpack. He pulls the mask on, pinching it at the nose to keep it from sliding down. He doesn’t bother with gloves this time because he’s got a feeling he’ll be taking the whole body home this time.

“Okay,” he repeats. He looks down at the coffin, lets out an excited breath, shakes the jitters out of his body.

And then he opens the coffin, expecting a corpse but instead finding an abnormally-preserved man with one eye open and a slight bloodstain around his mouth.

Strange.

The man looks alive, is the thing, so Cellbit naturally reaches for his camera to document this absolute freak of a corpse.

The second his back is turned, there’s a wooden creak, and then there’s an audible yawn.

“Buenas noches,” he hears from behind- a deep, theatric voice so unnatural that it makes Cellbit’s bones shake. “Soy Dracula.”

Cellbit spins around and instinctively clicks the button on his camera, taking a photo and activating the flash and sending the man in the coffin screeching out of the coffin and onto the ground in a blinded heap.

The man writhes in pain with his hands clutched over his eyes.

Cellbit carefully puts his camera down. He replaces it with the hunting knife he brings with him for occasions just like this one, and he approaches the man slowly. No witnesses…

But then the man suddenly flips onto his back and pulls out his own knife out of his sleeve, and Cellbit freezes.

In his panic, Cellbit defaults to English: “What are you doing?”

The man answers in kind: “What the fuck are you doing, eh?”

“Biology,” Cellbit simply replies, because it’s true. That’s what he is doing despite what everybody around him thinks.

He levels his knife at the man’s throat. “Why were you buried?”

“Because I needed a nap. Why are you digging up graves? That’s weird, man.”

“And getting buried alive isn’t?”

The man shrugs. “Who says I’m alive.”

He drops his knife, then, and sits up, not flinching whatsoever as Cellbit leans in and digs the point of his knife into his throat. He just smiles and looks Cellbit over appraisingly.

“What?” Cellbit breathes. There’s no way…

“I said, ‘Who says I’m alive’. I’m a vampire. You know..”

The man hooks his pointer fingers in front of his mouth like fangs.

At that, Cellbit drops both his knife and his self onto the ground in disbelief. There’s no fucking way.

The man- the vampire- drops his hands and leans back on them. He yawns.

“Sooo, what are you supposed to be?” he asks. “Graverobber? I haven’t run into one of you guys for forever. I thought the government got rid of you all.”

Cellbit sniffs annoyedly. “I am not a graverobber.”

He’s absolutely sick of being called one, both by his advisor and by his own sister- his literal partners in crime.

“I,” he explains, not for the first time this year, “am a scientist.”

The vampire nods. “Right. A scientist robbing graves, yes.”

“It’s for science!”

“Suuuure.”

“It is!”

Cellbit reaches back and around the side of the coffin. He pulls his backpack closer, and then he pulls his notebook out of it, flipping it open to the first page, which has his proposed thesis neatly printed on it in expensive red ink.

He shows this to the vampire, who reads it aloud: “‘The potential to renew life where death has devoted the body to corruption’.”

He looks up at Cellbit with a frown. “So you’re a mad scientist.”

Cellbit scowls and pulls his notebook away, holding it close to his chest. “I’m not crazy.”

“I never said you are.” The vampire blinks, and then his eyes widen in faint panic. “Wait, were you going to experiment on me?”

“Well, yes, but I can’t anymore. You’re not dead.”

“I mean. I am.”

“Not in the way I would need you to be.”

“Huh.”

Silence, awkward.

Cellbit starts going through his notes looking for the next possible grave, sighing when he sees it’s at a cemetery an hour’s drive away.

“Do you, like… need help?” the vampire asks.

“Hm?”

“Getting another body. There’s gotta be another one around here, right?”

Cellbit looks up from his notes with a confused frown. “What?”

The vampire shrugs, alarmingly casual for someone suggesting stealing a corpse. (Then again, he is a vampire. They aren’t exactly known for their morals.)

“I mean, it’s fair, right?” he asks. “I screwed up your thing. I can get you another body, easy.”

Cellbit blinks a few times, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that there’s a goddamn vampire in front of him, let alone a vampire offering to help him dig up and steal a body.

What the fuck.

Sensing his confusion, the vampire says, “Hey, don’t worry, man. I don’t bite.”

He grins, open-mouthed, and it’s now that Cellbit can see his fangs- long, pointed little things easily capable of ripping a man’s throat out and eating it like it’s licorice.

What the fuck.

But, also? What else to research in the (self-invented) field of scientific necromancy than a literal vampire? This guy had to be turned somehow, and now he’s presumably-immortal and perpetually undead. In other words: alive.

So Cellbit nods, and he stands, offering the vampire a hand up.

“I can’t get the next body until tomorrow,” he warns. “I hope you won’t mind the wait.”

The vampire pulls himself up with Cellbit’s help; he’s wearing a ring, Cellbit notices, on his left hand. Ring finger. Huh.

“Nah, don’t worry,” the vampire says. He winks, squeezes Cellbit’s hand once, and then he lets go. “I’m great at waiting.”

[yourtypicalslvt]

Could you do a Fermin smut when he punishes the reader for being a brat? 💘

Brat

Fermin Lopez x fem!reader

Summary:Request says it all

Word count:2.2k

-Warnings Dom!Fermin, Sub!reader Fingering, Stimulation, orgasm denial, p in v, spanish , use of Papi in a sexual way, crying, Aftercare!! Just pure filth.

A/N- This honestly took me like at least a week to make idk why. Also first time writting smut in years😭

To say the least fermin was pissed. He is pissed because you've been acting like a brat all morning. Not doing the simplest things he's asked you , even was as far to give him attitude when he was leaving for training like telling him to stay with you, that you could entertain him in a different ways and when he told you no, that he couldn't miss training because if he did xavi would probably leave him out next game. After he explained why he couldn't stay you started whining.

Fermin was done with your bullshit at that point so he bent down (since you were a couple inches shorter than him) and whispered in your ear "sigue comportándote así y luego te arrepentirás" and just left.(keep behaving like that and you'll regret it.)

That small comment had you weak, but even if you were weak you still weren't done being a brat. So while he was at practice you decided to shower put on some light makeup on and a lingerie dress that made your tits look perkier and barely covered your bottom (x).

It's been almost two hours since fermin had left and that meant he could get here anytime soon so you started cooking up dinner. Peeling and cutting some potatoes and cooking your meat. Halfway cooking you heard the front door open and you obviously knew it was Fermin.

“Hi amor Ya llegue” was the first thing fermin said when walking into the kitchen, checking your outfit out. (Love, i'm here.)

“Lo sé, literal mente estás aquí conmigo, genio” you said with an eye roll which he did not appreciate it since he landed a hard smack on your ass making you squeal in pain. (I know, you're literally here with me, genius)

"No se quien te crees pero a mi no hables así, me entiendes? Yo no soy tu amigo o hermano pa' que me hables así". (I don't know who you think you are but don't talk like that to me, do you understand me? I am not your friend or brother so that you talk to me like that)

"Claro, lo que dices" you scoff continuing with your cooking. Fermin was still upset with you, he grabbed your arm hard and whispered into your ear. (clear whatever you say)

"Me voy a ir a duchar, deja la comida ahi y te espero en la cama , que ya me canse de tus tonterias, te has portada como una mocosa y necesitas un castigo, no crees"? His eyes are dark, and you can tell he's not playing around, and you know that if you disobey him you'll get a bigger punishment. ('m going to take a shower, leave the food there and I'll wait for you in bed, I'm tired of your nonsense, you've behaved like a brat and you need a punishment, don't you think")

"Yes sir" you ended up saying, turning off the stove and heading into the bedroom while Fermin made his way to the bathroom.

"Ohhh my g-god" You moan out while Fermin was pumping his fingers in and out of you. "No bebe dios no es el que te hace sentir tan bien" You weren't even paying attention to whatever he was saying, the pleasure his fingers are giving you bring you closer to your orgasm. Fermin knew your body very well so he knew when your getting close. (No baby, god isn’t the one making you feel good)

You whine out when he took his fingers out of your dripping pussy for the first time. You were desperate you wanted to cum but you knew this would happen if you acted like a brat.

“Papi por favor, déjame correr estoy desesperada” you cried out when he plunges his fingers back into you.(daddy please let me cum, im desperate)

“Mi vida, tu no eras una buena chica hoy, no creo que to lo mereces” you were sobbing at this point and he hasn’t even put his cock into you, just his fingers.

“Por favor, perdóname por no ser una buena chica, te prometo que nunca mas voy a actuar de esta manera, solo por favor te suplico que me folles, por favor papi , por favor” you were close to your orgasm but you knew he wasn’t going to let you cum on his fingers. (Please forgive me for not being a good girl, I promise I'll never act this way again, just please I'm begging you to fuck me please daddy please.)

“Mira a mi preciosa bebe arruinada por solo mis dedos y suplicando que te folle, hm tal vez lo haga solo por que te vez muy preciosa suplicándome” (Look at my beautiful babe ruined by just my fingers and begging me to fuck you, hm maybe I will it just because you look so beautiful begging me)

After what it felt like eternities, Fermin finally pulled his sweatpants and boxers off. You were excited to say the Least. But you didn’t expect for him to pick you up and out you in your knees, mouth facing his erect cock inches from it. “Realmente no pensaste que te follaría así tan rápido sin que me la mamaran, ¿verdad?" He said in a low raspy voice. You shook your head at the question but you both knew you were lying as you really Expected him to fuck you right there and then. You didn't even noticed you zoned off until you felt him pushed his cock into your mouth, face fucking you. (You really didn't think I'd fuck you like that so fast without getting blown off, did you?)

"Dios mio..ugh tu boca es como una cueva para mi polla (omg your mouth is like a cave for my dick")

You look up to Fermin tears in your eyes. "Mi pobre bebe toda triste por que no te folle"? His words making you moan on his cock. Your eyes were teary, pussy aching and nipples hard. (My poor baby, all sad because I didn't fuck you?)

"Joder amor voy a correr.. ugh donde quieres que te lo choree eh? Tu boca o tu cara" He asked you, but being unable to answer him with his cock in your mouth. "Mierda no me importa lo hago en tu boca" At this point you weren't even sucking him him, he was just fucking his cock into your mouth. (Fuck love imma cum.. where do you want me to squirt it? Your mouth or face? Shit I dont care Im doing your mouth.)

Seconds later Fermins liquid was squirted into your mouth. "J-joderrrrr" He said dragging the "r". (fuck)

"ng..mhm" That's what's echoing in the walls of yours and Fermin's bedroom. Echos of your moans and whimpers, bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

Fermin's cock pounding into you from the back filling you up just enough giving your ass some spanks from time to time. You guys have been going at it for hours. Practice ending 4 hours ago at 5 which makes it 9 now.

"vamos mi vida yo se que tienes otro dentro de ti vamos corazón" He whispered referring to you giving him another orgasm after giving him 4 already.(come on, my love, I know you have another inside of you, come on, sweetheart")

The wetness of you dripping pussy was heard. Your loud moans and screams. Fermins dirty talk bringing you close to your orgasm.

"Fermin e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor déjame correr please" You were able to sob out since your face was pushed into the mattress while you ass was up.(Fermin I'm very close please let me cum please")

"Aguantate nena" He whispered. (hold it baby)

"No p-puedo por favor Fermín dejame correr" you cried (I can't please Fermín let me cum)

"No, no vas a , uh, correr todavía" He whispered once again but you couldn't hold it any longer so you just let it all out with a loud moan. That made Fermin mad since he slapped our ass hard making you cry out in pain. (No, you're not gonna cum yet)

"Yo te dije que aguantaras no"? he asked and you nodded your head.(I told you to hold on, no)

"Entonces por que no entiendes"? (So why don't you understand)

"Lo siento, no pude contenerlo, lo intenté pero no pude" You said sobbing (I'm sorry I couldn't contain it, I tried but I couldn't)

"A mi no me importa, ponte en tu espalda que no a terminado contigo" (I don't care, get on your back, I'm not done with you)

You being the brat you are you disobeyed his request and he wasnt having any of it. So of course he got mad so he grabbed your waist and flipped you over and rammed his cock into you at full force.

"Todavía no sé cuántas veces tengo que hacer que te corras para que dejes de comportarte como una mocosa” You could feel the tip of cock hitting your cervix at full force bringing you closer to your orgasm. Dirty words were heard around the room, the cries and moans of you begging him go let you cum. (I still don't know how many times I have to make you cum before you stop acting like a brat)

Fermin cock wasn’t big big but it had girth, a girth that stretches your pussy good enough even though it can hurt it still gives you pleasure.

“Ugh e-estoy muy cerca p-por favor , Mhm-uhn” you whimper out as he slowed his movements down. The way his cock stretched you was making you see stars. Eyes rolling back when it hit that spot. (im so close please)

“No sé si debería dejar que te corras todavía” he whispered giving you hard but slow thrusts. (I don't know if I should let you cum yet")

"P-por favor papi por favor” you cried out while your left hand went down to rub your clit and your right to play with your nipple. (Please daddy, Please)

Fermin clearly didn’t like that since he slapped your hands away.

“No no no nena, es mi trabajo hacer eso, no tu, entiendes"? He grunted while his left hand rubs your clit fast. The pleasure of his cock repeatedly hitting your cervix and his fingers rubbing your clit was enough to bring you on edge. (No no no baby, it's my job to do that, not you, you understand)

"Dios dios amor por favor estoy muy cerca" You yelled out feeling your orgasm on the verge of cumming out. (My God, love please I'm very close)

"córrete para mí amor, sé que puedes venir bebé" He encourage you and with a loud moan your juice started squirting out. Fermin pulled out of you while your juices were wetting the sheets, he slapped your pussy a couple of times making more of your juices squirt out. The more Fermin slaps your pussy the more sensitive you become since hes repeatedly slapping your sensitive clit. (Cum for me my love, I know you can baby)

"Por favor, deja de golpear mi clítoris, soy muy sensible, por favor." You managed to squeal out with all the sensitivity on your pussy. Not even begging stopped him from giving your pussy more slaps. After like two minutes he finally stopped slapping it but you were sobbing now. (Please stop hitting my clit, I'm very sensitive please)

"shsh shsh mi vida lo se lose pero tu te merecias este castigo y tu sabes eso" He said while calming (trying to) you down. Since you were uncontrollably sobbing he decided to get you to sit on your butt (by the clean side of the ofc) and go inside the bathroom. (shsh shsh, my life I know but you deserved this punishment and you know that)

"Quédate por favor no te vallas" you once again sobbed out. Fermin's face dropped when he heard you say that and he honestly felt bad for the whole thing. (Stay. please don't leave)

"No corazon, no me voy a ir , solo voy a prepararte un baño ok mi vida"? He said calmly while kissing your head and heading to the bathroom.After Fermin was done with the bath he went back into the bedroom , picked you in and brought you the bath but before putting you in it he made sure to grab a cloth and clean your the inside of your folds. After that you both got into the bath cuddling a bit. (No sweetheart, I'm not going to leave, I'm just going to prepare a bath for you, ok my life)

"Lo siento por ser una mocosa hoy" You whispered feeling a bit sleepy making Fermin smile. (I'm sorry for being a brat today)

"Está bien amor, pero ya sabes para la próxima lo que pasará" He whispered back getting both of you out of the bath and into the bedroom. You both got changed into your pj's, changed the bed sheets and got into the bed. You guys cuddled and fell asleep but not before he whispered into your ear. (It's okay, love, but you know what will happen next time.)

"esta ha sido y será tu última vez siendo una mocosa" (this has been and will be your last time being a brat)

Safe to say this definitely wasn't the last time 😉.

[emmalandry]

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"Shh, It's okay querida. Just breathe." Miguel whispers into your ear as he mercilessly pounds into you from behind. "You'll always remember who you belong to right? Even after you marry that estúpido brother of mine?" No response leaves your lip earning you a harsh slap to your ass cheek. "Answer me. You'll never forget you belong to me. You'll never forget that this pussy belongs to me." You let out a whimper "Never Miggy, Never forget that 'm yours." you say practically breathless from how harshly he was thrusting his cock into you.

"Una chica tan buena para mí. Un coño tan bonito también." he whispers in your ear as his thrusts begin to slow down earning a high-pitched whine from you. "My pretty, pretty conejita." Your hands are clawing at the bed sheets trying desperately to hold on as Miguel continues to abuse your cervix with his cock. Pummeling in and out of your hole. "Imagine if Gabriel walked in right now and saw you grinding back against me like a desperate fucked out little slut." He allowed a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise to leave his lips as your pussy begins to flutter and clench around him. "You like that don't you conejita? You like the thought of your fiance walking in and seeing his big brother show his pretty little future wife how BIG he really is?" He growls out. "Yes, Miggy~ Want him to walk in and see how good you fuck me. Want him to know he could never use me the way you do!"

He wraps your hair around his fist beginning to speed up his thrusts signaling that he's near his release. He reaches his hand around your tummy to start drawing quick figure eights on your clit. Your body starts to spasm as the coil in your belly builds up. As his palm bumps your puffy clit and triggers your release. "Fuck yes, cum on that cock bunny." Miguel groans the gushing feeling that comes with your orgasm. He gives you a few last lazy thrusts before he's spewing his hot, sticky seed inside you. "Mierda..." is all he's able to muster out as his cock begins to soften inside you.

He pulls out of you watching your pussy clench around nothing allowing his cum to drip out before grabbing you and yanking you down to lay on top of his chest. He kisses your temple before muttering. "What do you even see in that bastard?" he questions making you raise your head off his chest to look into his eyes. Before moving to rest your face against his shoulder. "Nothing anymore. I used to love him but these past few years he just doesn't bother anymore. I don't want to be with him anymore Miggy..." Tears begin to well in your eyes. "Wanna be with you. Want to wake up next to you every morning. not him." the tears begin to cascade down your face.

Miguel begins to gently draw shapes on your back while he takes his other hand and wipes at your tears. "No no. Don't cry cariño. I'm here its okay." you sniffle and let out a choked breath. "Just can't take it anymore Miggy. He doesn't respect me, I don't love him anymore." your words are muffled as you nuzzle further into his shoulder and neck. "Significas más que nada para mí, conejita. Dejaría que todo el multiverso colapsara solo por estar contigo." He sighs heavily as your tears begin to slow. "Don't want us to be a secret anymore. I want everyone to know how much I love you, Miguel."

"I know cariño. it's just-" he's cut off by the sound of his someone's throat being cleared. You both shoot up, eyes wide in shock at the sight of Gabriel in standing in the doorway with his arms crossed against his chest. "Gabe- I didn't know you were stopping by..." Miguel starts but is quickly cut off by Gabriel flinging his hand up to signal him to stop. "Save it, Miguel. I heard everything. Nunca pensé que caerías tan bajo. But I guess I was wrong." His gaze shifts over to you he has fire in his eyes. He is furious and you're terrified for what he's going to say to you. "And YOU. I brought you home to my family when you had no one and THIS is how you repay me? By fucking my brother for god knows how long. You guys are perfect for each other. The weddings off. I only want to have to see your face If it's when you come to collect all your things. I'm sure Miguel here would be happy to let you move in."

Your lip begins to quiver as it falls into a pout as Gabriel your fiance ex leaves the room and Miguel's penthouse. Your eyes are glossed over. You want to cry again. But not sad tears, no no its happy tears? You're overjoyed to finally be able to be with Miguel. You guess Brotherly Love is the way to go.

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Translation:

querida - darling/dear

estúpido - idiot

una chica tan buena para mí. Un coño tan bonito también - Such a pretty girl for me. Such a pretty pussy too.

conejita - bunny

mierda - shit

cariño - sweetheart

significas más que nada para mí, conejita. Dejaría que todo el multiverso colapsara solo por estar contigo - You mean more than anything to me, bunny. I would let the entire multiverse collapse just to be with you.

nunca pensé que caerías tan bajo. - I never thought you would sink so low.

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𝔸/ℕ: 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥! 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕪'𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠. 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠, 𝕀 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 ��𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕞!

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[nerdieforpedro]

Watch and Learn

Part Three of Foul Play

Javier Peña x Aria Davis (plus size OFC)

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Summary: Javier and Aria finally have their moment. It’s interrupted. Or is it used to make a statement?

Warnings: cheating, cuckholding, rough sex, fiance is still an asshole, exhibitionist behavior, mutual masturbation. unprotected P in V, creampie, happy ending because I was sappy okay?, ( may have missed some warnings but I think it covers everything. 🤔)

Word Count: a little over 1.7k

Notes: I meant to post this put was in a slump and never got around to it, if you've gotten this far in the series, thanks so much for reading! 🤗 I tried something a bit different.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist/ AO3 Link

She wasn’t expecting him to be in the office. He normally is out ‘gathering intel’ but today he’s here talking to his buddies. Annoyed, Aria thinks to duck in her office quickly but gives it a second thought. Why should she? She is dressed appropriately for the office (a little more sexy than normal but still within the bounds of the workplace), why should she feel like she needs to hide herself? She didn’t dress this way for him. Sure, it was for Peña to see her, but she also felt damn good in what she was wearing. Ms. Davis walks right by their desks as the accounting office is in the back of the embassy.

Michael’s team knows his fiance, what she looks like and seems different today. They point her out to him and mention that maybe she didn’t visit yesterday because she was buying some new clothes to wear today for him. They have never seen her wear anything like that before. Michael is dumb enough to believe them and tells them that he’ll see them later as he makes his way to her office. He happened to stop and talk with one of the new temps hired until they get some more personnel in place for day to day filing and organization. She’s cute, maybe he won’t have to pay for sex next time. He might just have to buy a drink or two.

Javier notes that Michael is chatting up a woman two doors down from the accounting office where Aria is. “Ese cabrón (This bastard).” Peña curses, he’s more casual today. He didn’t plan on being in the office long, just to look through some files and then be out in the field, but plans change. He knocks on the open door, not hard but so she’ll look up at him. He’s wearing his pink (some would say tight, he would say it’s just right) shirt. Medium wash blue jeans that Javier is aware of how form fitting they are with his black leather jacket. It was an unusually cool morning on Bogata but expected to be well over ninety degrees by midday. “Buenas días. Bien color hermosa (Good morning. Good color gorgeous.)” He points to her shirt and to his. They share a small chuckle and he walks into her office, closing the door behind him, leaning over her desk and placing his palms on top of it. “Que tal? (What’s up?)”

Aria grins and sets her elbows on the desk, ensuring she not only presses her breast together but also exposes her cleavage for Javier to see. His eyes do jot down for a a few moments before returning to her face. “Nada (nothing) Agent Peña.” She bites her lips and Javier runs a finger up one of her arms. “Trying to start something?”

“Only if you’re willing querida (sweetheart). I saw your fiance around the corner Aria.” Javier points out and Aria grins wider, standing to walk around her desk and hips up to sit on it. Her skirt rides up and exposes almost all of her thighs while she removes the light sweater she’d worn. Javi’s eyebrows raise while his hand runs from her wrist up to her shoulder, then moving down her back. “What are you playing at hermosa?” Her fingers curl into one of Javier’s belt loops and pull him toward her, opening her legs, Aria closes her thighs around Javi’s waist.

“Not playing Javi.” Her nails scratch his belly and then chest as the work their way up to his neck, a few beats of sweat already present. “I thought about you after we parted ways yesterday.” She leans forward into his ear and licks it before speaking again, “I used my fingers as I thought about you taking me on my couch. Asking me if my fiance makes me come like you do. I used three of my fingers Javi.” Aria presses her heels into the desk and her clothed core twitches as does Javi’s covered cock. “It was the first time I’d come in months. You won’t let me continue to suffer like that would you?”

“I wouldn’t be much of a man if I did mi cariño (my dear). Spread wider for me.” Javi commanded and Aria did just that. Kicking her shoes off and removing her shirt. She has decided to stick with the pink theme and had on a light pink lace bra and a thong to match. Javier took a few steps back and pulled her chair around and plopped himself down. She placed her feet on his thighs to help balance herself as he took the sight in of the damn spot on her pink lace. He didn’t move his face toward her core, not yet. Aria didn’t give him a chance to, her fingers pushed aside the thin cloth and exposed her glistening folds to him.

“Fuck I’m this wet already Javi. Look.” Two fingers dipped into her entrance and she let them take over, moving in and out of herself as Peña watched with wide eyes and palming his bulge through his tight jeans. Aria added a second hand to keep herself open but paused, “Let me see you stroke that dick of yours and I’ll add a third finger like I did yesterday. Show me Javi baby.”  She adds a third finger but doesn’t move yet. Javier nods, unbuttons and unzips his jeans, dropping them to his ankles after briefly lifting up out of the chair. 

“Ven por mí (come for me).”  His heavy cock is in one hand, while his other is massaging Aria’s thigh. He lets his shaft hang for a moment while he gathers some of her nectar to smear on his member before finally moving his hand to jerk himself. She in turn, pumps her three fingers inside of herself as the knob to her office turns. The person on the other side finds the door to be locked. 

“Mostly everyone’s gone for the afternoon. She always eats lunch in here but what is that…?” Michael wonders what could be making those sounds from Aria’s office. He knows it sounds like moans and someone’s having sex but some of them sound like they’re from his fiance. “She would never, she’s too meek for that.” He scoffs at the thought, and thinks that maybe she’s watching porn in her office to get in the mood since they haven’t seen each other for a bit and missed their ‘date’ yesterday. Aria wasn’t aware he had a key to her office so he’s able to open her office door. What he sees rattles him to his core. “THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

Aria has just climaxed with Javier Peña watching her, Javi had pulled her fingers out of her gasping hole and was rolling his tongue inside while she called his name. She had never looked or sounded like that when they had sex, nor has Michael even thought to use his mouth on her outside of her birthday. Her eyes were half open that she didn’t acknowledge his presence, but Javi stopped and turned his head briefly before pressing his tongue against her clit causing her to yelp. “Don’t stop Javi. M-More, your tongue!” Her hands were in his hair to try and keep his head in place. 

Michael was appalled that this is how she cheats on him, not only at work but with Javier Peña?! A man he was sure wasn’t interested in her at all. He’d never seen the infamous Javi with a woman that was large like Aria. 

Javier stops again and stands, keeping Aria’s gaze focused on him, “Hermosa hop down and bend over.” She complies, but he pulls her to the other side of the desk, where she’ll face Michael who has not moved but also hasn’t said another word. 

Finally, Aria sees her fiance, she smiles, “Hey Michael. Watch me enjoy a bigger dick than yours.” She places her palms flat on the desk and keeps her eyes trained on Michael who’s on the verge of tears but sporting a small bulge in his slacks. Javier spreads her legs and slips inside of her cunt easily, feeling how tight she is. 

“Mierda hermosa (shit hermosa), your fiance wasn’t treating you right at all was he?” Javi comments, slapping her ass to have her squeal. “I’ll give you something to remember Aria.” He took hold of her hips and started slowly, groaning loudly before speeding up and pulling both her arms behind her. “She’s going to milk my cock, aren’t you cariño?”

“Yes Javi! Fuck me even harder! I want to have you stained inside of me.” Aria’s beginning to drool and Michael can’t look away, he’s so disgusted but he’s never seen her look like she’s enjoying herself so much. The slaps of their hips has Michael lean against the wall still watching as his fiance keeps taking Javier’s pounding. 

“Such a good pussy for me Aria. Take it all!” Javier screams as he gives a few more pumps before spilling inside of her walls, painting them with his thick spend. The feeling of fullness, has her cunt squeeze Javi shaft of ever drop he has. She preens face down on her desk wiggling her ass, coming down from her own peak. Javier remains within her, kissing her shoulder and then her cheek, he whispers, “I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed cariño.” He then pulls himself out and adjusts her thong so too much of him won’t leak out yet. Javier pulls up his pants and helps her to stand, then grabs her bag as they walk by Michael. Aria slides off her engagement ring and put it in her former fiance's jacket pocket.

“Goodbye Michael. Lose your key unless you want to see Javi spread me open again.” Wobbling a bit, she walks down the hallway to Javier by her side steadying her gait.

That was the last time Aria saw Michael outside of the office. He only told people that they had gone their separate ways, never what had happened that day. People in the office didn’t figure out that Aria had left Michael for Javier until the two of them started coming in the office together. 

Javier was more than happy to keep Aria by his side, in his office and in hers. He enjoyed that she was willing to try different places and positions with him. More than that, he was happiest when she moved into his apartment, finally making it a place he wanted to come back to.

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Part Three

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 4

Dia de los Muertos wraps up and we visit our friendly neighbourhood infants!

CW: Discussions of death

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish phrases/words Abuelo/Abuela: Grandfather/Grandmother Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Carino: Term of endearment for a loved one Cuídate!: Take care De nada!: You’re welcome/no problem Lo siento: Sorry Padre: Father Por favor: Please Si: Yes Te amo: I love you

With the departure of the Fosters leaving the couple alone, Marta has broken out the face paint to adorn her and Keira. It’s another way of honouring their ancestors.

Marta: Hold still por favor

Keira: I am holding still

Marta: Shhhh, moving your lips counts

Keira: Why didn't we do this before dinner

Marta: I haven't done it for ages so I'm not sure I'm good anymore. I didn't want the dinner thrown apart by focus on my lack of painting skill. Just one more line… there! All done, I’ll take a picture to show you

Keira: Wow this looks great! You’re really going all out this year

Marta: *sighs* I felt bad for all those years Liam didn’t let me make one

Keira: I should have done more than kick his ass

Marta: Carino violence solves nothing. He's in prison for now, let's not think of him

Keira: I’m sorry we didn’t make one at Alexander’s house, I didn’t realise what it meant

Marta: De nada. I didn’t say to you, how could you know

Keira: I suppose. But don’t let us miss it again

Marta: Si. I promise

Keira: Do you… do you think they would have liked me

Marta: I know they’re happy I’m happy but si. Padre would be happy you're active, he was to. And mama would love to talk to you about the ocean life

Keira: You think

Marta: Si. Being so close to the ocean was what she loved about Cuba. She missed it when we moved to Texas

Keira: Well I’m glad you left for Windenburg. Even though it was because…

Marta: Everyone was gone? I didn’t have to leave after padre and mama died. I had the community still but I felt alone. I don’t feel alone anymore

Keira: I’m so glad I worked up the nerve to propose

Marta: *giggles* It’s good you did or I would have had to do something extremely romantic

Keira: I mean… you could still do something extremely romantic if you wanted?

Marta: Maybe I’m saving it for the honeymoon

Keira: Can I get a preview

The two embrace on the sofa, feeling warm and fulfilled.

Abuelo Manuel: Did you see Rafael? She cooked the chimi to perfection. Remembered what we taught her

Padre Rafael: Si padre, she did a good job

Abuela Maria: Will you two shush, I’m trying to listen

Manuel: Corazon I think their conversation is finished

Mama Aymee: *sniffles* She looks so happy and grown up

Rafael: Ay dios mio, you’ll make me cry mi vida

Aymee: Lo siento. I just… we didn’t see our daughter for so long

Maria: You heard what that fiancé said, she’ll make sure Marta does the ofrenda now. She’s a keeper

Manuel: Do you think there will be a new generation next time we visit

Aymee: That would be nice *sniffles* even if would make me cry

Keira: The place definitely feels full when everyone is here, I thought we got a big unit

Marta: We did, people just fill it well

Keira: Am I meant to feel like I’m being watched

Marta: You’re meant to feel loved. I always want you to feel loved

Keira: I feel loved whenever I look in your eyes. Shall we go to bed

Marta: Si, I’ll just say buenas noches to everyone

Keira: We can leave the ofrenda up longer than tomorrow morning if you like

Marta: No. They’ll all be back in the forever save by then

Maria: Are you snooping

Manuel: No! I can’t snoop on what is out in the open, can I?

Rafael: I’m happy she’s still got these photos

Aymee: Liam didn’t take everything from her

Rafael: If I was still alive-

Manuel: There’s no point thinking about what we can’t do

Maria: She’ll be bueno

Rafael: Mi vida, it’s time to go

Aymee: Can’t I just watch her for another five minutes

Manuel: Dawn is coming, we must get back

Aymee: Buenas noches Marta, I leave all my love with you, te amo

In the morning Marta returns the living/dining room to its normal layout while Keira is on laundry duty. Taking their clothes to the shared laundry she wonders why so many people have left their washing in the machines. Being a helpful sim, she moves stuff to the dryers. Fingers crossed none of the clothes shrink!

Marta has harvested what she can from the garden and is singing to herself when Keira walks past in her work clothes.

Marta: Ay dios mio, is it 8am already?

Keira: Si. Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo! Cuídate! Where did I leave my work gear?

Luckily she’s only a few minutes late to the local coffee shop, the perks of a quick commute. After an uneventful shift, where she mostly daydreamed about the upcoming wedding, she gets back home and hangs the washed clothes on the line. When Keira arrives back they go see the Staples.

Here Oli and Vernon are on the move! Marta scoops up Oli while Keira chats.

Marta: Do you want to hold him carino

Keira: Uhh, what if I break him

Margarita: You won’t, he’s sturdy

Marta passes over Oli, giving his tummy a cheerful tickle on the way.

Marta: You hold him for a bit, I’m going to play with Vernon

Keira: Okay but-

Marta: Who’s adorable Vernon? Is it you?

Keira: Sorry if we’re pushing in

Stefan: Don’t be silly. With two infants any helping hands are good

Keira: I think this is part of her plan to convince me to have kids sooner

Margarita: *laughs* I have to say she’s doing pretty well with Vernon, I love it when they laugh

Keira: Uh, anyway, we were wondering, since you’re a baker on the side Stefan, would you consider making our wedding cake?

Stefan: Sure thing! I have a free day tomorrow. Any special requests?

Keira: I think she said she’d like a pink one

Margarita: We had a pink wedding cake!

Stefan: Here, I’ll take him off your hands

Keira: Gracias

To her surprise Keira feels sad giving the infant back, especially as he smiles and giggles at her. Marta’s plan might be working.

Keira: Marta, sweetheart, time for dinner

Marta: Si, coming. Gracias for having us

Margarita: It was lovely to see people who can talk back

The whole group laugh as Stefan puts Oli on the playmat. Let me tell you, he is not happy our sims are leaving. After bursting into tears he glares angrily at his parents while we leave.

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[milawritesstuff]

Acrostico Part 3

Part 1

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Since we've decided its going to be multipart, I am going to be doing shorter but constant updates. Hopefully you like it. Please tell me what you think, your feedback helps me write the next parts and see where I take this story.

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That night you and Alex planned a date for the following week. It would be the first date you went out on since breaking up with Pedri. You had no interest in dating while you were pregnant and once Rosie was born she took up all of your free time. Once you mentioned to Pedri about the date he was quiet. Rosie had already fallen asleep in the back of the car and Pedri and you sat there in silence as he drove through the cold Barcelona streets. His eyes fixated on the road in front of him, his jawbones extremely visible from how he was clenching his jaw and his knuckles white due to the hard grasp of the steering wheel.

“Suerte.” Good Luck. Was all he had said ending conversation with you for the rest of the drive home.

A week later Alex picked you up at Pedri’s home. The two of you had dinner at a local restaurant where you talked about everything that had happened since the last time you had seen each other. Alex smiled at you as you laughed at a joke he had just said.

-Your eyes.- Alex whispered.

-What?

-You know its the first thing that I noticed when I first met you? When Pedri brought you out and introduced you as his friend.

You smiled at Alex and looked down at the table.

-They’re beautiful, Y/N. They always seem to say more than what you let out. I could get lost in them.

You felt your cheeks burning as you smiled and looked up at Alex. He smiled back and licked his lips reaching out for your hand. You had your guard up after everything that had happened with Pedri but this felt different and nice. You had forgotten how it felt for someone to look at you like Alex did. And you remembered how it felt when Pedri and you first began to date, when you would look over at him and he was already staring. The way he would look at you as if you were the best thing to happen to him, but you always deep down knew. You always had looked at him with fear in your eyes, fear that he would walk out at any moment. 

Alex walked you to the front door of the home you and Pedri shared. He held your hand as the two of you walked under the moonlight and placed a soft kiss on your cheek as a goodbye. 

You opened the door and found Pedri sitting alone in the living room. Once he heard the door open he turned around to look at you and stood up.

-Buenas noches.- Good night. He said as he stood there. -At least you had the decency to not bring him in to spend the night here.- Pedri said as he took a few steps towards you.

You smirked and placed your keys in the bowl that sat on the entry table. -Ganas no me han faltado, but he has practice tomorrow morning.- I would have loved to. You spat back at Pedri and took a few steps towards him who did not stop looking up and down your exposed legs. You had on a short and tight black dress which not only left much of your legs exposed but also your shoulders.

-But I haven’t brought anyone home.- Answered Pedri once you were face to face with him while he discretely took your scent in. He fought every impulse in him to not take a step closer, place your hair behind your ear and start nibling you down your neck.

You took a deep breathe.

-Vale, but nobody has told you that you can’t.- You whispered as you took one step closer to him. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and stared at him for a few seconds. His heart beating dangerously close to you as you rested your hands on his chest.

You felt almost as if his body melted into yours. He began to lean his head down towards you, you wanted to close your eyes and feel his warm lips around yours, but you knew better. It was all you could think of since the other night that he had kissed you. But you knew that was all he wanted, to assert his dominance over you. To have you eating out of the palm of his hand once again only to destroy you. Once you felt the warmth of his mouth getting closer to you, you pulled away and startled him. 

-Actually, when I did tell you to stop messing around you didn’t listen to me. When I told you to give me my place as your girlfriend, you didn’t care.-

Pedri looked down at the floor puzzled. -There was so much going on at the time, I didn’t mean it.- He explained.

-But you did Pedri. You stepped all over me time and time again. Every time I asked where you were going, why you didn’t want me to go with you, when you didn’t want to tell me who you were going with.- Your eyes began to fill with tears.

Pedri took a step closer and grabbed your arm. -I promise I didn’t cheat on you. I was going through things and - You cut him off.

-And you didn’t trust me to help you with them. You pushed me away. You made me feel like I was just an option. And I think that might have hurt more than you actually cheating on me. And now you think you can come and complain because maybe there is someone who would give me my place?-

Neither of you said anything for a few seconds. You wanted to cry and yell at him but you held your tears back.

-How did Rosie behave?- You asked as you began to walk towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Pedri smiled and brushed his fingers through his lips. 

-As great as she always does.- He said somewhat coldly.

-Well, goodnight. Alex me ha dejado con ganas and I should go to bed before I do something I’ll regret tomorrow morning.- Alex left me wanting some.

-Cabrona.- You heard Pedri yell out as you began to walk down the hallway to your bedroom. -Buenas noches, querido.- You yelled back.

Flashback

Pedri’s behavioral change had been like night and day. He would come home and kiss you nonstop, always messaging you as soon as he left practice so that you could be ready to go out or order food for the two of you to stay in and spend time together. But little by little he had become distant. He began by missing out on dinner blaming Xavi for making them practice later than normal. Eventually the texts throughout the day had stopped and it was as if you knew nothing about him. What you didn’t know was that his constant injuries had been playing with his head. 

-What’s wrong?- Asked Eric as Pedri hit the door of his locker with his fist.

-I’m starting to feel discomfort again, I can’t be out for another two months on injury, I’ll miss the end of the season.- Said Pedri as he took a seat and brushed his hands through his hair.

-Did you tell the physio?- Eric sat down next to his friend.

-Ni de coña, they’ll sit me down right away. I’ll just take it easy, we have two days off I can rest and see what happens.- Eric patted Pedri’s back as a way of showing him support. 

-Y nada de follar these days so that you can actually rest.- He laughed causing Pedri to laugh as well and shake his head. 

-Buah she’s been mad at me, even if I wanted to I don’t think I’m getting any anytime soon. And I get it, we’ve been traveling so much with the team that I hardly get to see her and I’m always tired or worried about these injuries.- Pedri explained.

Eric stood up and continued to change. -I’ll never understand why you and Ferran chose to get tied down so fast. Look at me, no worries. Come out with me tonight, have some fun.-

Pedri looked up at Eric and then over to his phone. -I’de have to see if Y/N can get ready quick so I can pick her up and - Eric interrupted him.

-No, just us boys, no girls. You need to destress and blow off some steam. Just tell her practice went on for longer.

That was the first night that Pedri went out without telling you anything. He came home late to find his cold dinner on the dinning room table and you asleep on the couch. He crouched down to place a kiss on your forehead and lift you in his arms as he took you over to the bedroom.

You opened up your eyes and smiled up at him. -Pedri.- You said half asleep. -Where were you?- His body now hovered over yours. His black hoodie gave you warmth. He leaned in and took your lips into a kiss. -Xavi got mad and practice went on for longer, I’m sorry babe.- You closed your eyes and tasted the distinct flavor of alcohol in his kiss. Even half asleep you knew he was lying. You felt your heart drop as he continued to kiss you. You opened your eyes and stared at him.

-Buenas noches, Pedri.- You whispered as he looked at you with confusion. -I’m tired.- You explained to which he smiled and proceeded to step out of the bed. 

The next morning you asked again where he had been. -You didn’t even get to have dinner, you should have called me so I could have saved it for you.- You said as Pedri fixed himself some breakfast. 

-I told you Xavi ran the practices later than we thought. I couldn’t go and get my phone.-

You went over to the refrigerator to get the milk out. -Ah vale, and did Xavi also give out beers for you guys?- You closed the refrigerator door and stared at Pedri point blank.

-What do you mean?- He asked with a dumbfounded look on his face.

-Yesterday when you kissed me, you had been drinking.-

-I don’t know what you’re talking about.- He said as he shrugged his shoulders.

-Look Pedri, you’re an adult, you can do whatever you want. But don’t lie to me.-

Pedri stood up  and shook his head. -You’re right, I am an adult so I can do whatever I want. I don’t need to tell anyone what I’m doing, specially you.- As soon as he said the last words he felt remorse, but of course he would never admit it. 

Pedri walked over to the table where he grabbed his phone and his car keys. -Where are you going?- You asked.

-I’m going over to Gavi’s or somewhere, I’m not going to spend my whole day off here getting interrogated by you.- And before you could say anything he was out the door.

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Some little author's notes that might or not enhance that little Campoestela story I just posted:

Siusini cannot hear sound by himself, his species does not have 'ears' per se but he does have a mechanic sound translator that works just as well.

He can look at Beto's gestures though, which is good because he gesticulates a lot. Because he's Rioplatense and also it helps to get him understood with species that are more visual.

The "leaves" Siusini uses to communicate are arranged in a stalk that looks like some kind of circular screen, they work like a cuttlefish's skin. Think of it as some kind of sunflower until I draw it.

Given that it wouldn't be easy for a human to understand subtle changes in patterns and colors, Beto must have learned Siusini's language while young, perhaps from Siusini himself. This is a part I'm working on.

Ragua's like for heavy metal is based on a real life study where sharks have shown preference for heavy metal (the band of course is legendary Argentine metal band Hermética)

Beto has a passion for listening to history podcasts. Since it's a bit of a retro universe, they are called tapes (inspired by many many roadtrips listening comedy and music cassettes)

They are all talking in Rioplatense Spanish (yes, even Siusini in a way), I just wrote in English a bit to test myself and to reach audience. Beto's "Mornin', people" is supposed to be "Buenas, gente." "Motherflower" can be translated as "flor de hijo de puta" or "hijo de fruta" if you want.

Beto is about 179cm tall (a bit tall but standard for a human). Ragua is long but her tail does not add height, her body is otter-like, she's about 150cm tall. Siusini is about 140cm tall and a bit wide too, like a bit potted plant (don't call him that). Being small does give you a slight advantage when space is considered, less weight to liftoff and resources to consume, easier to handle tools and structures too.

Ragua can imitate voices perfectly like a parrot, which makes her being able to pronounce any language almost effortessly and also sing... it doesn't mean she understands them though. When this story is set, her handle on Rioplatense is almost complete, writing her slowly picking up the language is gonna be a bit of a challenge.

I'm not sure if Beto has EXACTLY the voice of Ricardo Iorio, but he does have a deeper voice than Spinetta and it's a meme he cannot sing (he is Capitán Beto after all, not Spinetta, despite looking like him)

Where is the triste estampita de un santo and the malvones? in the cockpit of course, that's where the song says they are.

Beto is starting the morning shift, then who's running the ship? there's a couple of little pterodactyl-like aliens, literally a married couple like agapornis birds that can't ever be separated, who work the night shift in Mastropiero, but I haven't introduced them yet.

[hernakedmuse]

Speaking in Tongues

Part V (I think)

Disclaimer: it's inappropriate and Timothée is entering his dark daddy era (thank you @meetmyothersouls )

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Minka's POV

"It was just Hayden darling, nothing to start a commonwealth war about." The moment I got off the phone with Hayden and returned to me and Timothée's bubble, I was in for a lecture.

He wasn't the timid boy I met at Houdini's Mansion in Laurel Canyon. 

Something offset a possessive gene in him, I'm not going to lie, his unstable covetous dominance is very attractive. 

Right now, he was sitting on the edge of his messy bed in just his sweatpants that hung low on his thin hips. I could see the top of public hair and it was distracting. His curls were messy due to my tugging and our tossing. His eyebrows that are aesthetically pleasing are even dominant, almost a unibrow but not quite, that with his nose have an arabesque quality, very beautiful. I watched his jaw clench, showing off his high cheekbones, a Capricorn trait.

"He wants you. Everyone knows that.' He emphasized every word, as he spoke with his hands. 

"How do you know it's not one of the many Hollywood rumors?" I countered.

"Chouchou, people in our circles have told me." He smirked without humor in his Hazel eyes. 

"They're mistaken, we're just good friends and I help him with Rose." Briar Rose Christensen is Hayden's adorable six year old daughter, by Rachel Bilson. She barely acknowledges her daughter sadly but Hayden doesn't seem to mind, he's sweetly selfish with his child who adores him. I love her, and help spoil her. I buy everything in sight for a child for her, we've been to Disneyland and Knotts, I've taken her to Camelot in Buena Park too. People seem to think it means I'm seeing Hayden but I'm not. 

We've acted together intimately, he has asked me out once but I turned him down, I didn't want to ruin our friendship.  He's gotten over me.

Timothee isn't convinced.

"Come here, we're putting a pause on this discussion. But that doesn't mean it's over." His voice had an end of discussion tone. I obediently made my way over to him and he pulled me down in his lap, hands tightly gripping my waist as he rubbed his nose against my chest and sighed. I tenderly brushed my fingers through his soft ringlets.

I felt his bones melt as I massaged his scalp. This feels more intimate than a night and morning of passion. "I'm sorry, I know I'm being toxic and I know you didn't expect anything but a hookup, but chouchou, there's a connection I feel with you and I'm going to  risk looking like an idiot and say that there's definitely something more."

My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach was being eaten like it was wool to moths. I know it's fast but I've always had a thing for him so this was like a fantasy come to life. I stroked his cheek tenderly with my thumb, he has such a pretty face.

"You can totally call me a psycho and tell me to beat it if you want." He said this but his hands squeezing me tighter said others, there was no way I was leaving this lap anytime soon. 

"What does chouchou mean?"

He groaned "don't tease me Minka–"

"Oh so you do know my name!" I joked.

"Yes of course, and it's the most beautiful name I've ever had the pleasure of hearing. But you're so precious and deserve many names, not just one." He kissed my throat and then the top of my breasts, sending shivers through my body. "Many things, it's a term of endearment, like my pet, my dear, my darling, and comparable to a little baubles or chachki."

I bit my lip and stroked behind his ear, emitting a shiver from him. "Like I'm your little pretty bauble, or trinket?"

His hands cupped my curvaceous ass pulling me impossibly closer. "Something Like that."

"I like that…I like you, I feel the connection too, koza." I kissed behind his ear before moving my lips down to his neck. He gripped my waist with a moan.

He tugged down his sweats a little more to release his bobbing cock, and then lifted my hips, before thrusting his thick, long length  up inside of me.

Thank God he got me ibuprofen because I'd still be sore. What am I saying? Like that would stop me. I rode him until I forgot my own name and only remembered his.

 

We made love four more times before taking a nap. I woke up after twenty three minutes and cooked us something to eat. I made us crispy chicken fettuccine Alfredo, with a lot of Trebbiano wine in the sauce and a little bit of truffle oil. I poured a glass to drink. It wasn't bad, a Trebbiano D'Abruzzo by Citra. It's soft, dry, and pleasantly floral with a crisp, citrus finish. I made a broccoli and prosciutto salad to go with the late lunch. I walked around his house with my glass of Trebbiano, it wasn't too personal of a house since he lives mostly in New York. 

I frowned thinking of what I'd do without him when he was in the big apple. Not even twenty four hours and this man has got me wounded with a cupid's arrow. But I've never felt such a strong connection. I wore his Bauhaus t-shirt smelling it, he smells so good oh God. There's just something so specifically Timothée about it.

Suddenly music played through the speakers throughout the house, modern r&B. I felt his presence before he entered the room, then the warmth of his chest pressed into my back and his arms enveloped my waist. I closed my eyes and was reminded of the soreness in my cunt.

I laid my hand on his wrist pressing myself closer as he kissed my neck. I wordlessly handed him the Trebbiano and he finished the rest. "It smells good, you're cooking for me?"

I nodded.

"No one's ever cooked for me before. " He said as felt my thighs. "Except my mom of course."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, you have to remember the majority of my relationships are for work so the sentimentality is lost."

Ah yes, the woes of being an actor. "But any secret relationships?" He had me melted against his chest in his arms . He shook his head. "Too busy and I'm not very popular." He laughed.

I scoffed. "You're a liar, magazine's call you a sex icon." 

"Yeah well if I wasn't famous and put into the position I think I wouldn't have so many admirers."

I rolled my eyes. "Koza, that's crazy talk." I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his naked chest, I looked up into his eyes seductively paired with a smirk, I knew he couldn't look away from my very full lips and the natural nearly heart shaped beauty mark at the corner of my lips. His eyes turned a fog green when he was horny, I noticed. "Handsome, let me tell you. You look exactly like the type of boys I went for when I wasn't going for girls." He swallowed, causing his Adam's apple to bob. "Lanky, skinny, big hand, perry Farrell kind of charmer" I pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. "And I know you have no idea who that is, but baby let me tell you that's my type and that is such a good thing." I licked his chest up his neck and he whimpered. I rubbed my pussy against his cock before I was flipped over and he slammed into me in one motion.

My eyes widened and I gasped, feeling like a well chewed squeak toy. His thrusts were dangerously deep and wickedly slow. I stared up into his eyes boldly as I released cries of Rapture and squeezed around his endowment.  His eyebrows furrowed as he glared into my eyes with burning heat. I screamed in ecstasy as we didn't look away, we just stared and let go and it was so intimate.

He came in me again and I felt alive, it felt like waves crashing against the rocks of a cliff, but fuck. "Shit, Tim, I told you I'm not on-"

He kissed my lips quiet. When I was light headed he pulled his mouth off of me. I opened my mouth to speak and he slowly pulled out and slapped my ass. "Let's go eat, you took my energy." 

"Tim–"

"Let's eat."

I knew I wasn't going to be able to get through not now, so I got up with his help and he pulled me to his lovely kitchen.

We ate until we couldn't move and he told me I cook better than  anyone he's ever eaten from. I was too happy to care about the cum dripping down my leg.

@sufferingstarlight @meetmyothersouls

[blushinggray]

change of plans: part 7

awww shit. here we go again. but things are heating up!!

sero hanta x fem!reader

part 7/? (part 6 | part 1)

cw // more denial of feelings/confusion, slight angst, past kaibara/reader, attempted confessions(?)

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Over the next few weeks, you find yourself back in Sero's room every so often. Since it's not too far from school and he kind of just appears more often around you on campus now, never wasting an opportunity to invite you over.

It's not like you accept every time or that you have sex every time you go there. Acceptance rate is at about half and probability of sex is... well, more often than not, but you're being careful! Not just with physical protection, but with your heart as well.

You never sleep over. Ever.

That is the one line you can't cross, because you know that if you spend the night in his arms, wake up to his kisses and morning voice, and make yourself coffee in his kitchen, then you know you'll fall off the deep end. It's already difficult to resist wearing his clothes and bathing yourself in his scent after you have sex. If you slept in them all night, you'd practically be poisoning yourself.

Because while on the surface, it seems like Sero is into you, there are still moments where you feel like something's off. Ashido and Aoyama and plenty of your other friends are loudly supportive of you two — or at the very least, insatiably nosy — but they don't hear some of the things that Sero says when you're alone together.

While they're not red flags about him as a person, they do remind you that he is still, at heart, a playboy.

You are endlessly charmed by his flirty wit and hooded eyes, but you can tell that some of his material is recycled. All the pretty words and sweet praises and experienced touches are all just so vague sometimes. Like he could say or do it to literally anybody and it would still work on them. It probably has, which is why he’s using them on you too.

"I've never seen such a beauty before." He says, when you get naked in front of him.

"Looks like all my dreams are coming true tonight." He hums when you climb on top of him after deflecting something cheesy he said.

"I swear to god, there is nothing in the world that feels as good as you do." He murmurs into your ear while he's inside you, like he's telling you a secret.

When he really wants to lay it on thick, he'll just sprinkle in some Spanish like they're magic words.

"Look at you, bella. All pretty for me."

"Ven aquí, baby. I know what you want."

"Hueles tan buena... Oh, mami..."

It's absolutely maddening, how easily that gets your legs trembling and your panties wet. What's worse is that he knows you like it, so he's been using it more and more on you lately. Though he at least has the decency to do it in private.

At least that way, no one aside from Sero's roommate has caught you acting and sounding so pathetic. And luckily for you, Todoroki seems like a pretty chill guy. He hasn't so much as batted an eye at the two of you whenever he happened to walk in on you on the couch or in the kitchen (which you were not naked on, just to be clear!). So he either genuinely doesn't care or he's just used to Sero being indecent at home.

Though that also somewhat feeds into your anxieties, thinking about how commonplace it must be for Sero to bring someone home and get openly frisky with them. Does he still do this with others on those days that you don’t follow him home? How often? And does he talk to them and touch them the exact same way he does to you?

Sometimes, the longer you let your mind wander, the more you just want to leave. So after a nice fuck, and maybe a shower or a drink, you get your ass out of that apartment. Away from the room that’s filled with personality, culture, music, stories, and an increasing amount of memories.

So that you don’t have to torture yourself with the idea that Sero might have laid with someone else in that hammock. Or that he took a photo of someone else who looked better than you wearing his clothes. Or that he looked down at someone else with the same reverent, smoky eyes just before he lit a joint between his lips and slipped inside of them.

And all of those little moments, when you learn something new about him, or he makes you genuinely laugh, or he teaches you Spanish or something about Latin America, these moments where you feel like he’s opening up to you… You can’t stand the idea that he could be sharing the same intimate moments with others. When you think about it too much, it starts to hurt, and that’s your cue to leave.

You want to believe that it’s all in your head and that maybe he does care about you and that you’re becoming special to him, but the proof is in your gut and all the signs around you. You haven’t lost that weird feeling that could only be your own intuition warning you whenever he says something particularly vague to you.

You’ve caught more than enough accidental glimpses at his texts when they appear on his phone, many of which were flirty or horny in nature — and they really were accidental! The fact that you’ve seen so many simply in passing is proof enough that he’s still in contact with too many possible side hoes. Even worse is the notion that you are one of those side hoes...

Worst of all is when you catch sight of him with someone else in person, though it’s not often and you can only speculate from what you catch glimpses of. Sometimes it’s just another friend sending you a photo they snuck of him somewhere else, feeding into the drama in your head. But surely that’s another sign that you should continue to be careful? With all these people in Sero’s circle, you doubt that you’re at the forefront of his mind when he’s not with you.

But god, when you so much as see him leaning closer across a table to someone he’s having a coffee with, or leaning down towards someone who’s already on their tiptoes to let them whisper in his ear, or letting a hug go on for longer than normal, there’s pain in your chest.

Now you know that you like him too much for your own good. It causes you physical pain to see him with someone else and think that they could be close. Closer than you are with him. And you feel like you don’t have the right to complain since you were the one trying to push him away in the first place. You’d make a fool of yourself now if you admitted to him how much you like him. Especially when he clearly is only having fun with you.

“I just don’t get it,” you sigh when you’re over at Aoyama’s apartment one night, hugging a mug of tea to you. You’re both in your pajamas after washing off your face masks, and you’ve pretty much been gossiping all night. “Why would he kiss me like that if he’s okay with anyone else at the end of the day?”

“How do you know if he is? It’s not like he’s simply called someone in just to warm his bed after you leave.” He says, picking from his mini charcuterie board.

“Well, obviously I don’t know that he does, but I also don’t know that he doesn’t!"

“And does he know that you want to know this badly?” Aoyama asks rhetorically.

"Tais-toi." You roll your eyes, hiding your pout behind your tea, "Pourquoi devrais-je lui dire?"

Shut up. Why should I tell him?

Aoyama hums before reciting, "L’amour fait les plus grandes douceurs et les plus sensibles infortunes de la vie."

Love makes the sweetest pleasures and the most hurtful misfortunes in life.

"Is it not worth the risk?" He pins you with that stark and unreadable smile on his face.

You frown because Aoyama's opinions are usually as unwelcome as they are wise. And you've complained to him enough about Sero at this point to feel bad about it, so maybe you could do well to consider a solution or two.

"I don't know." You shake your head, shrugging, "I really don't need a repeat of my last fuckboy situationship."

"Oh?" Aoyama's eyes light up with curiosity, "And what happened with that boy?"

That's right, you had only met Aoyama about a year ago, so he didn't know you while you were going out with Kaibara back in freshman year. Or, well, 'going out' implies that you went on dates like a couple, but in reality, they were mostly late night meetups.

Like he'd call you up to hang out at a late night diner after leaving a party as a prelude to the massive drilling you'd get in his bed later that night. Or he'd actually call you up to come over or show up to your dorm when he was horny at 2am, and you'd stupidly oblige his requests a lot of the time. Sometimes, he'd pull a cute romantic date out of nowhere, like a drive-in movie or something, but usually that also ended with fucking in the backseat anyway.

Around the four-month mark, you eventually started asking the questions that he would avoid or parry with some line to distract you. At that point, you had an idea that he wouldn't be calling himself your boyfriend anytime soon, if ever, but you still held out for another month, hoping things would change...

The only thing that changed, however, was his consistence. He started responding slower to your texts, calling you less, and just slowly drifting weaning himself out of your life. He would still fuck at 100% capacity, making sure that you got yours, so you didn't believe things to be changing. But you knew that you had essentially been shelved when you still saw him around, on his phone half the time, yet still taking over a day to bother to respond to your texts.

That was a rough few weeks... You don't know how much time and stress you wasted over waiting for his responses. He was all you could think about, no matter how you tried to distract yourself. School and work were hard to focus on, you annoyed your friends with how often you'd rant about him when you got drunk or high, and you were plagued with constant wonder over if you just weren't good enough for him. If he got bored of you or just didn't like you enough to be anything more than casual.

Weeks and weeks of agonizing over all kinds of stupid, obsessive thoughts over Kaibara, and what you had, and missing him gradually started to fade away. Slowly and painstakingly, but the thoughts started bothering you less as time went on. Yet never fast enough.

You muted all of his socials, but you could never bring yourself to just delete or block him because you had several mutual friends. Actually, you had met him through a high school friend who ended up being in the same department. They all knew about your 'relationship' but they never talked to you about it, and vice versa. Like it was just a present fact that everyone knew but let you keep to yourselves.

"In retrospect, they probably knew that Kaibara wasn't that serious from the beginning and just didn't want to hurt my feelings." You sigh as you conclude your story with the last sip of your tea, "He was probably already sleeping with other people by the time he started distancing himself from me."

Aoyama had poured himself a glass of red wine during your story, listening hungrily the entire time. He hums when you finish, swirling the glass around before saying, "Are there similarities between this boy and Sero? Aside from their reputations."

"Mm... a little bit. Tall, dark haired, super charming. They're both pretty charismatic and friendly." You name off the top of your head. Which is actually quite a lot. Maybe you have a type.

"Anything else~?" Aoyama wiggles his eyebrows as he touches his two pointer fingers together and slowly spreads them apart, waiting for you to stop him at a certain length with mischief in his eyes.

"Tais-toi!" You slap his hands down, pouting before you eventually admit, "Sero is a monster though. Like, incomparable to the average dude."

"Hmmmmmmmmmm~" Aoyama hums, resting his cheek in his palm, leaning against the couch cushions from his spot on the floor. "Okay. So they do share similarities, which make your fears perfectly reasonable. How are they different, then?"

"Oh. Jeez." You blow a raspberry through your lips, deflating against the couch a bit, "Well, for starters, Sero is waaay better at acting like he likes me."

"What do you mean by that?"

You pause for a moment, wondering how to phrase it before you just start thinking out loud, "Ever since I saw him a few weeks ago cuddling up with that one girl a few days after he kissed me, I haven't been able to shake that feeling from my mind."

Every time you've seen him around campus, just hugging someone in greeting, or putting a friendly arm around them, or even smiling at them, you can't help but wonder or read into it. Compare it to how he hugs or touches or smiles at you. You wonder if any of it means a thing to him or if it's just his typical playboy flirtiness.

"I always feel like I'm sharing these deep, special moments with him, but... I also can't stop these thoughts that they aren't... real. You know?" You take in a deep breath before exhaling just as deeply, "Like, no matter what he does with me, it's just so easy to think he could be doing the same thing with others.

"What if he calls me 'bella' because he can't remember my name sometimes? Who else is he running into at the grocery store? Or flirting with at a party?

"Sometimes, when he lets me pick the music, I look at his CD collection and think, 'wow... there's a lot of albums that hot girls would like in here...' Or when his sheets smell fresh, I wonder if he's changed them recently because he had someone else in his bed. And just— ugh!" You sit up and smash a couch pillow into your face to groan before setting it back down, "I just don't know how much of it is feasible intuition or self sabotage at this point."

"I see." Aoyama muses, holding the glass of wine against his lip, without actually drinking from it, "And you think this is all just an act for him?"

"What?" You blink.

"You said at first that he is better at acting like he likes you." He reminds you, "So all of these special moments you've shared with him, you don't think that he truly feels something for you?"

"Well how am I supposed to know?" You pout, "You can never tell with his type. Flirting with a playboy is like constantly deciphering codes."

"So why don't you ask him?"

You snort immediately, "Excuse-moi?"

"Just ask." He repeats, "If it's bothering you this much, then you should just ask him. If he reacts the same way that Kaibara did, then you'll get a better idea of where you stand."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

Aoyama shrugs, "Just tell him how you feel and ask if he feels the same. It's honestly rather simple, non? If you really like him that much, then isn't it just easier this way?"

"Yeah. Because telling someone how you feel is so easy." You roll your eyes.

"Pourquoi pas?" Aoyama shrugs, taking another bite of cheese, "You're just asking him a question."

You suck in your cheeks as you think about it. It's not like you haven't been direct with Sero before. It's just that... every time you've tried to declare some sort of distance from him, he's always managed to change your mind. You wouldn't be surprised if he threw you off course this time, too...

But the (unfortunate) truth is that you do like him. As hard as you tried not to, you really have come to like him, both as a lover and as a person. And... it is kind of different from what you had with Kaibara. At the very least, you can say that they are not the same people. Can you dare to hope that it might turn out differently this time?

"Well, how am I even supposed to bring it up?" You bring yourself to ask, "The way we talk is always so 'go with the flow.' It's hard to find a good moment to be serious."

"So create the moment yourself." Aoyama suggests, jutting his chin towards your phone, "Give him a call."

"Right now?" You furrow your brows, aghast at such a suggestion.

"Oui." He sips at his wine, "Right now."

"Are you crazy? We don't have that kind of relationship."

"But you want that kind of relationship." He's quick to quip back.

You open your mouth but end up closing it again when you can find no retort. You can't even deny it because... you do kind of want that. You wouldn't mind getting a call from Sero at some random time of the day just to hear how he's doing. Or feeling at ease enough with him to not worry about what he might think of you when just want to hear his voice.

You want to feel excited or happy instead of anxious whenever you hear from him. You want to be rid of all this jealousy over him still possibly seeing other people. You want to... spend the night in his arms one day, and wake up to him without worries or hesitation.

It's so hard and downright embarrassing to admit it, but you do kind of want that. But the main question is: can you have it?

Aoyama pushes your phone into your hands, "Do it. Before you have time to talk yourself out of it."

"You just want to listen in." You roll your eyes, scoffing when he only replies with a cheeky chuckle.

Staring at your phone in his outstretched hand for a few more seconds, you pout as you wonder... what really is the harm of making a phone call? It's not like you had any rules about it. Unspoken or otherwise.

But you can't deny that it would still be unusual, since it's been far more in character for you to run away instead of initiate. So this would be a rather bold declaration of your interest and feelings for him, wouldn't it? Are you really going to do this?

You look up and hold your gaze with Aoyama's delighted, sparkling eyes for another moment before letting out a sigh, "Can I have some of that wine first?"

"Oui carrément." He fills the other glass on the table for you.

Several minutes and twice as many sips later, you finally pull up Sero's contact. Then you stare at the number for a bit. This is so unnerving.

But Aoyama has a point. If you're going to do it, then just do it. Save yourself some time and create that moment for yourself.

So with a deep breath, you exhale and press the call button.

And it rings.

And rings...

And rings...

And—

Maybe he's busy. You didn't think of that. It's a Friday night, so you should have have considered that he'd have plans. He might not even touch his phone for the majority of the night, so maybe—

"Hello?"

You hope to god he didn't hear your sharp inhale through your nose when his voice came through. Holy shit, your heart just shot right up into your throat.

"H-Hi..." You say into your phone, wrinkling your nose when Aoyama gestures frantically for you to put him on speaker. You figure nothing strange should come out of this, so you suppose there's no harm in letting him listen in and help coach you through it.

"This is quite the surprise." His voice echoes loud enough through your phone for your friend to hear now, too. You can just hear him smiling all smug on the other end, "What's going on?"

"Uhm..."

Fuck.

What is going on?? You should've prepared something for this. Looking frantically over at Aoyama, you gesture at him for some kind of prompt.

Aoyama taps his wrist and points his chin at your phone.

"Just, well... are you busy right now?" You ask.

"I'm at Kaminari's place right now, but we're just chilling. Watching MMA and stuff. What's up? You missing me already?" He jokes.

"Shut up." You roll your eyes, positive than he knows you're doing it even if he can't see it.

But you see Aoyama looking at you with an anticipating sparkle in his eyes and you sigh quietly to yourself as you remember to stay on track. You can't just keep deflecting if you want to share your feelings.

"So... So what if I am?" You ask, more quietly than before. Almost in a rhetorical way.

And then there's silence on Sero's end.

Ugh, you don't like the sound of that. What is he thinking? You can't even begin to gauge the kind of face he might be making right now.

Eventually though, his voice pipes up again. And to both your relief and disdain, he laughs. A light, surprised laugh, it sounds like, but still a laugh... Does it amuse him...?

Ugh, this is embarrassing. Maybe you can't do this after all. And the wine isn't kicking in at all.

"Well, isn't this a treat? I get a call and you miss me? Suddenly makes me wanna ditch the guys and come see you instead." He chuckles, and you feel your heart flip in your chest. You quickly exchange excited gazes with Aoyama before Sero continues, lowering his voice, "You busy tonight, bella? I'll wait up for you if you wanna come over."

Suddenly, your jumping heart deflates at the question.

Right. He must assume that by "missing" him, you mean "horny." While you want to clear it up, you're not sure you want to have the conversation anymore while he's at someone else's place and trying to have a good time.

Yeah, you're supposed to be 'creating your own moment,' but there's always a way to curate a better one, isn't there? One where you can actually see his face and there aren't other people listening in... Ugh, why did you let Aoyama talk you into doing this again?

"Mm, not tonight. I'm actually at a friend's place, too." You say, "I'll see you some other time. I just wanted to call to..."

"To...?" Sero prompts when you trail off.

"To... Just to, uhm, to... tell you..." You gulp, eyes darting around for something to say before your eyes land on Aoyama gesturing with his hands covering his heart, making a dramatically yearning expression. And after scrambling for the words to say, you eventually blurt out, "Tu me manques."

"And what does that mean?" Sero asks curiously.

"N-Nothing. Never mind." You shake your head, chickening out. That was already harder than you thought. "Forget I said it. I'll just— tell you next time."

To your misfortune, you hear another laugh come through the phone, making your neck feel warm. But then, he says in a rather soft voice, "Say it again."

"What?"

"Say it again," he encourages, "If that's what you called me to tell me."

You hesitate, darting your eyes back to your meddlesome friend before you take a breath.

"Tu me manques." You say, somehow more tender than the first time.

I miss you.

And without thinking, you continue, "Je te manque?"

Do you miss me?

There's another pause, but it's eventually broken when you hear Sero hum deeply, "Man, I wish I could see you right now. I bet you're making the cutest face."

Now that gets your entire face warm. You're immediately on the defensive again with a cheeky retort, "Yeah, and you're probably already reaching for a camera somewhere."

He breaks out into a heartier laugh this time, "How'd you know?"

You scoff, "Tough as it is trying to figure out what you're really thinking all the time, it's not as hard to guess when you're gonna point a camera at me anymore."

Another pause, and then a more neutral voice when he asks, "You can't tell what I'm thinking most of the time?"

"How could I?" You say, almost sigh, "You're so unserious. I can never really tell if you're trying to have an actual conversation or if you're just setting me up for a line."

Okay, that came out a little more honestly than you were expecting. The wine must finally be kicking in. Fuck.

"I see..." Sero's voice trails off, sounding thoughtful before he picks right back up on that playful confidence, "Guess I can't help it with you. You're just that special, querida."

"Alright, I'm hanging up." You decide to cut off the conversation before it just becomes the usual useless banter. Not that you don't enjoy it on occasion, but it's not what you called him for tonight. You (sort of) said what you (sort of) needed to say. And you should stop before the wine makes you even more loose-lipped. "Good night, Sero."

He hums before asking in a hopeful voice, "See you soon?"

You hesitate, glancing quickly at Aoyama before answering, "Yeah. Bye."

You hang up before he can give you a reply, then immediate collapse into the couch, throwing your face back into the pillow for a muffled scream.

"Ahhh mon dieu..." You groan.

Aoyama allows you to lament for a minute before he eventually asks, "He often takes pictures of you?"

You sigh, turning to rest your cheek on the pillow to face him, "Yeah, he's something of a photographer... I couldn't tell you how many photos he's probably collected of me already."

"What kinds?"

"I dunno. Random things." You sit up, reaching around the couch for your bag, "Me eating, me laughing, me wearing his clothes or standing in his room... I have no idea what his 'artistic visions' are."

After digging around in your bag, you find and fish out the small polaroid photograph you had been keeping inside a compartment in your wallet, handing it to Aoyama to see.

"Oh, wow." He says with immediate intrigue, "When was this taken?"

"About two weeks ago? Maybe." You shrug.

You had been sharing a joint with Sero after a good hour of sex one afternoon. He was lying in his hammock while you were chilling in his bed, nothing but your undies and one of his t-shirts on. He had put one of his CDs on, and you two only occasionally exchanged a few words in the relaxed atmosphere.

At some point, he had taken out a polaroid camera from somewhere and called to you to "look up," which resulted in this photo of you, looking innocently sexy while you laid on your stomach in his bed. The blankets and sheets are wrinkled and gathered beneath you, hiding about half of your body, though your bare thigh and part of the band of your panties can still be seen. And you've got your chin tucked into one of his pillows that you had been hugging to keep your chest elevated.

"Why are you always sneaking photos of me?" You had scoffed at the time.

"I gotta document the most beautiful girl in the world while I have her with me." He said while he shook the polaroid in his hand.

"There you go again with that cheesy pickup line shit again." You groaned, rolling over onto your back so you could hide your expression from him.

"Roll your eyes at me all you want. That's really what I think." He had smiled before he showed you the picture.

You had to admit, it was a cute photo. You actually ended up liking it quite a bit, so he just gave it to you (after he took a digital photo of it to keep for himself...). Though now that you have it, you've had no idea what to do with it since then, so you've only kept it tucked away in your wallet.

"What's this written here?" Aoyama asks, pointing to the caption written into the bottom of the polaroid.

"It's the name of the band that we were listening to that day." You explain, "Come to think of it, he's done that a few times when I've stuck around to listen to music with him in his room. Maybe to document the 'vibe' of the photo that day or something."

"Hmmmmmm~" Aoyama nods as he drags out his hum before returning the photo to you, "I see. So you really are une idiot, ma chère."

"Me?! Why??" You burst, outraged.

"To be frank, I am not sure why you are so confused. He clearly is very smitten with you, based on your phone conversation and this evidence you've shown me." He gestures at the photo in your hand. "What exactly is making you hesitate?"

You groan as you slump back into the couch's seat cushions. "Honestly, that's what I'd like to know, too. I keep getting this feeling to be careful, but I can't tell if it's intuition or paranoia anymore."

Aoyama hums again as he refills both of your wine glasses, looking contemplative. While he's been pretty eager to hear about Sero so far, you wouldn't blame him if he also got sick of your shit by now. Cowardly as you are.

Eventually though, he says, "Well, there is a saying: Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point."

The heart has its reasons that reason itself does not know.

"Perhaps the storm in your heart is a sign to wait until it clears," He shrugs. But he sets down his wine, and his expression is very casual as he looks at you to say, "But if you have love to give, and you want to give it to him, then there is nothing wrong with running into the rain."

Your eyes widen, mind suddenly flashing back to that day that Sero just grabbed your hand and led you in a dash through the rain. And you remember... enjoying it. The wild spontaneity and simple joy from that moment still leaves a warm memory in your heart.

"Of course you might get hurt. You might get embarrassed, or used, or forgotten. That's never out ruled, no matter who it is." Aoyama continues, "But even if you get hurt, is it not worth trying to live and love to your best ability anyway?"

Slowly, you look up and blink at your rather wise-sounding friend, remembering why you value his input. He considers it in your perspective before he turns your expectations upside-down and tells you to follow your heart anyway. And while it may sound frivolous on the surface, you know that it's coming from a deeper place.

Polishing off the rest of your wine, you stare at the glass you set down for a few moments, thinking. Thinking about all of the worst possible outcomes that could happen if you tell Sero how much you like him, or possibly ask him to be serious with you. You recall all the suffering you went through the last time you tried to hold out for a playboy and wonder if Sero will be any different, or if you'll just have to learn the same lesson all over again.

You think about all of that, until eventually, you decide, "I guess it can't be worse than what I'm already putting myself through."

Aoyama smiles at you, this time, with a much more readable emotion: pride.

—

Sero calls you the very next evening, and you manage to pick up despite your shaky hands.

"Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful." He greets, "This a good time?"

"I'm just studying." You say, taking the opportunity to step away from your desk to refill your tea. "Finals are starting and all."

You exchange a bit of small talk while you get your hot water going, listening to his woes about all his essays and sharing a few struggles of your own with one of your group projects. But when the conversation comes to a natural lull, Sero picks back up with a new subject.

"Hey, about what you said yesterday, when you called me." He starts, "I wanna answer your question."

You spill the hot water a little too quickly into your mug before catching yourself and saving your skin from a burn, "M-My question?" you ask.

You mean when I called and asked if you missed me out of nowhere?!

"Yeah. Sorry I didn't get it the first time," he says humorously, "But if you wanna ask me again, I think I can answer properly this time."

"Did you get help from Yaoyorozu again?" You find yourself smiling a bit, imagining Sero asking his other French-speaking friend to help interpret your cryptic words from a surprise call.

"You don't think I could figure it out on my own? I'm a big boy." He teases.

"Are you?"

"Nah, Yaomomo definitely helped me." He chuckles, "But I meant it when I said I could answer this time."

You press your lips together as you watch your tea brew, the color saturating into the water like paint. Now that you've had a day to think about it, you're kind of embarrassed about that whole call. You went out of your way to call him to tell him about how you feel, yet you ran away to hide behind another language.

And yet, he went out of his way to ask someone for help just to find a way to answer you back. You're cringing at the thought of having to repeat what you said, but you can't really back out of it now that he's prepared some sort of response...

"You're really gonna make me say it again...?" You say.

"Did you not mean it?"

"N-no." You clarify immediately, "I— I meant it..."

"Ask me one more time, then. I wanna hear it again." He says in a soft voice.

You let out a slow sigh before relenting, "Okay... Tu me manques. Je te manque?"

I miss you. Do you miss me?

"Oui, je pense à toi tous les jours." He answers easily, and your breath gets caught in your throat.

Yes. I think about you every day.

You wait a few beats, staring at the steam now rising from your mug, trying to will the heat out of your cheeks. Trying to will your heartbeat to calm down.

"You called me just to say that?" You say.

"Oui~" He answers with his usual cheek.

You let out a sharp sigh as you shake your head, pulling the phone away from your mouth as you mutter to yourself, "Ce tombeur. Il me rends folle."

This fucking playboy. He's driving me crazy.

"What was that?" You hear Sero chuckling from your phone speakers.

"Nothing," you say, bringing the device back to your ear, "Just... that was actually pretty impressive."

"Merci." he hums before teasing, "But you know, if you're gonna tell me something like that, it'd be nice if I didn't have to go to Yaomomo first."

"I... didn't know that you'd think that hard about it." You admit.

"You call me first for the first time out of nowhere and you think I'm not gonna bust my fucking brain to understand what you said?" He says, actually sounding somewhat serious, "After you said it all shy and cute like that, too? Come on, [Name]."

"Shut up." You groan, face heating up again, "Did... Did you mean what you said, then? At first."

Do you really miss me? Do you actually think about me every day?

"Yeah. I did." He answers simply, like there's a smile on his face, "And I couldn't stop thinking about you after you called. I was so fucking happy."

"Y-you—" You almost choke from the way your heart jumps into your throat, "You were..." you say, skeptical.

"I was." He confirms, "And I'm pretty jazzed that I can call you up and talk to you like this right now, too."

What the heck is he doing, being so straightforward with you? He's answering your questions without his usual flirty misdirection or banter. And he's talking in a way that... you can't doubt his sincerity. He really does sound genuinely happy to just be talking to you on the phone like this.

Your heart can't stop flipping. Though while you appreciate the straight answers, you can't help but ask, "What is up with you today? This isn't like you. Getting straight to the point and sharing your feelings."

"You told me you that you can never figure out what I'm thinking." He says, making you suddenly recall a part of the conversation that you had forgotten.

You're so unserious. I can never really tell if you're trying to have an actual conversation or if you're just setting me up for a line.

"I always thought I was being pretty clear about it. But if you need me to say it, then I'll say it." He continues, "I really like you, [Name]. Like, a lot."

A gasp flies into your throat, meeting your heart halfway when it tries to jump out. Your chest is aching, and the blood is starting to pulse in your ears. Because— Did he really just say that??

"You're on my mind, like, all the time. And I've been trying to take it slow because I thought that was what you wanted. Since it was already hard enough to get your attention in the first place." He goes on, "But you're just so fucking cool, and funny, and interesting, and so, so pretty. It's hard not to want to keep you in my bed and hold you in my arms all night."

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck is going on???!

Your heart is going crazy. And for some reason, it connects straight to your core that warms up when Sero mentions holding you in his arms through the night. How is he doing this to you while you're standing in your kitchen over a cooling mug of tea?? Is this some sort of advanced version of phone sex meant to rile you up emotionally?? You're going to go insane.

"You— I... I'm—"

Great. Now you can't speak either.

"[Name]?" Sero's voice reverberates through your ear, riding straight into your groin now. Why. How.

"Huh..." You drag out a sigh, struggling to figure out what you even want to say, trying to get your head out of your pussy, "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

"I dunno." he admits, "After you called me yesterday, I just couldn't stop thinking about when I'd get to talk to you or see you again. Would've liked to tell you in person so I can see what kind of face you're making, but... now that I'm talking to you, it kinda just came out."

God. You're actually kind of thankful it turned out that way. Who knows what kind of teasing you'd have to endure if he saw whatever ridiculous expression you're making right now.

"But if I'm honest, I'm glad I told you. It's something I've been wanting to say for a while now." he says, voice going soft again.

You gulp as you marinate in his words, replaying them over and over in your head again. Getting lost in the storm in your chest as you think about them...

"I really like you. Like, a lot."

"You're on my mind, like, all the time."

"It's something I've been wanting to say for a while now."

For a while now...

How long is a 'while' exactly? You want to know so bad. You... kind of want to see his face too. See for yourself how sincere he's being. Because as much as you want to believe him, you can hardly believe that all your worries will be put to rest with just one phone call.

Summoning all of the calm and patience still remaining in you with a deep inhale, you say, "Okay. So when am I gonna see you again? You know, so you can tell me in person."

He lets out a little laugh, "I'd see you as soon as tonight if you'd let me."

"Tonight?" You laugh, trying to hide just how tempted you are to say yes, "I don't think that's a good idea. You know you're gonna distract me from all my schoolwork."

"Yeah, I definitely would not be above that." He chuckles with you, "But no pressure, baby. I'm still willing to take it as slow as you want."

While you feel reassured and appreciate the sentiment, you also find yourself impatient to finally have this conversation. Which is funny, since you were so afraid to do it for the past couple months. But if Sero actually meant all of that... you can't help but feel hope fluttering in your chest.

"I... I do want to see you though." you find yourself admitting, "Just maybe... after finals or something. Are you going to Yaoyorozu's holiday party?"

You heard about it from Ashido and Hagakure, and they said that Yaoyorozu would happily extend the invitation to you as well. And since it's their circle of friends, you're sure that Sero would be invited too.

"Agh... that's so far away." He whines a little, before switching back to his softer, sweet voice, "But sure thing, bella. Whatever you want. I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright." you agree with another deep breath, "G'night, Sero."

"Sweet dreams, [Name]." he lowers his voice and makes a kissing sound through the phone, "Voy a soñar contigo."

You hope he doesn't hear your sharp little intake of breath as you give him a last hum and hang up, before you can say something embarrassing or change your mind.

Studying is a lost cause for the rest of the night as you go about getting ready for bed and the rest of the week. All you can think about as you robotically maneuver around the apartment is all the things he said to you. Replaying every exchange of words in your mind over and over again until you're smiling into your own hands.

It isn't until you're tucked into bed and staring at the call log in your phone that you think about that last thing he said before hanging up:

I'll be dreaming of you.

Maybe you'll be doing the same.

—

tbc

edit: thank you (again) to mia @pageantdisaster for helping me out with the french!!

part 8

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Lion King II: Simba's Pride Review (Birthday Review for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people and it's time once again for that annual tradition where I celebrate Kev, my client turned friend and client who comissions much of the reviews you see on this blog, exactly how he likes.. by talking about lions for a while. And after covering the rather abismal interquel 1/2 last year, we're finally onto the sequel this year, Simba's Pride.

Simba's Pride is my first time covering one of Disney's various DTV sequels. And while many a kid can recalled having to suffer through these things , I honestly don't have a ton of experince with them. I saw about 6 as a kid: the aladdin sequels, extremley goofy movie, this one, pocahantas and hunchback. I saw them advertised sure but I was more a toy story kid. I watched and was scarred by that one way more than most other disney films outside of say Aladdin, which I remember watching all the time .That and the aristocats. MOstly for that bitching opening

So i'ts not a suprise the only ones I really remembered were the aladdin sequels.. and extremley goofy movie, which is likely responsible for me loving goofy so much. Yes over the orignal , I just headbanged to the aristocats what makes you think I just magically turned into this one day?

That said.. I was curious to revisit this one when the time came as Lion King II has one of the better reputations among the disney sequels, feeling both SLIGHLTY more necessary. It's well liked to the point that when lion king sequel series LIon Guard happened, Lion King 2 was kept fully canon, to the point season 3 goes out of it's way to explain why the new crop of chracters from lion guard are absent during this film.

So the question is does this film hold up... or is it simply good by comparison to Mulan II: Everyone Woke up On the Wrong Side of the Bed This Morning? Find out with me under the cut.

We're Doin a Sequel: I almost didn't have much of a production section this time, but thankfully wikipedia provides.. in this case an old LA Times article from when the movie was in pre-release. It's not DEEP into production but it least it gives me some insight into how the sausage was made on this one.

The first was this pretty damming line from Buena Vista Home Entertainment's president, which sums up the DTV boom in a nutshell

“We look at the feature animation business as a way to set up the original story,” said Michael Johnson, president of Buena Vista Home Entertainment Worldwide. “Their energies are absorbed completely in new productions. So we have set up a division through the television animation group to do the sequels. . . . That’s not to say this isn’t good enough to go theatrical.”

This.. may be one of the grossest things i've seen disney do. It's not homophobia gross, it's not "making a feature film next to a concentration camp" gross, but it's still horrible to make a division just to make cheap sequels you don't consider anything but money , not only discrediting the work done by the animators on these films, but also admitting your making a shoddy product just to get money from parents who trust your brand. Am I saying this is the first or last time any company, disney included, pulled this kind of shit? No. Not even close. Even GOOD movies have done greasy shit to their animators, see the shoddy conditions on across the spider-verse. But this is still a special kind of wrong and set up a whole industry of wrong in these cheap half assed sequels. If antyhing could remind me WHY we need the writers and actors strikes, this is a big flashing symbol as to why as execs haven't really changed how they treat animation, just the tactics for being shitty to it.

That being said as always it didn't stop the team from trying hard, as Sharon Morill, then vp of DisneyTVA which also ran these things, was determined to break the stigma. It sadly didn't happen, but I can't fault her for trying. And Lion King II did try. It had a four year development cycle, which for animation seems pretty normal, but for one of these films is twice the length. They also changed up some things along the way but we'll get more into that with the film itself. The film released to mostly good reviews, with no one liking it more than the first but still finding it a fine sequel. So what'd I think of it? Let's explore that shall we? A Good Idea at The Time The core of Lion King II isn't terrible. it has some cracks just from the foundation but it's a solid idea for a sequel: We focus now on Kiara, Simba's daughter, played by the star of one of my faviorite franchises and a huge get for the time, Scream star Neve Campbell, who was just coming off scream 2 when this film came out no less. She does a great job once we get to the present with what she has, suprising no one. This honestly wasn't a bad move: unlike most disney sequels the setup for one is there in the finale with Kiara's cornoation, which is where this film picks up before going into her life as a cub, then spending most of the film on her as a young adult. Not only that the film does have the clever idea to play off Simba's trauma: he's overprotective of his daughter and Nala can see it.. and it wears on her more and more with time, with her finding pride rock confining and being annoyed he constantly sends her gay grandpas to go spy on her. You can see both sides: To kiara the pridelands have become a cage her dad's keeping her in but you get that simba still has lingering trauma from both Mufasa's death and his own buffet of near death experinces. Simba is wrong to smother her like this, but you can at least see why he's like this.

This time though there's ANOTHER lead, Kovu, played by disney legend and goof Jason Marsden, which sets a trend: While Cambell is a big flashy name most of the cast are either returning form the first one or are vetran voice actors or tv stars. Nothing wrong with this as the cast with one glaring exception we'll get to all does a fantastic job. The only one not to return is Rowan Atkinson, whose replaced by Fraiser Vetran Edward Hibbert and who does.. fine. He's not as good as rowan, but he's not bad and Zazu isn't in the film enough for it to be a real issue.

Kovu is one of the outcasts, a group of lions who were banished from the pridelands for supporting scar wholeheartdly. I'm a bit torn on the outsiders as the concept: I like the idea Scar had actual supporters, that Simba, given how much scar had done to him, overreacted and banished them all instead of trying to work with them, giving them legit reasons beyond WE EVIL to hate Simba and want him dead. That said.. their also a MASSIVE retcon that makes zero sense in the context of the original film. What lionesses we saw hated Scar and resented him, the pridelands were dying so it's hard to see why anyone would support him, even a small pack , EXCEPT simply being evil, and NONE OF THEM did anything about scar being eaten by the hyenas nor against the rest of the lions, nor tried to start a war when Simba exiled them. The Hyenas are also conspciously absent as , despite Cheech Marin being tapped to return, they were apparently written out.

There's also a massive elephant in the room: See if you look at Kovu you notice he kinda LOOKS like Scar and his mom, the leader of the outcasts and one of the best parts of the film Zira, played by Suzanna Planchette to vllanous resentful perfection, acts more like a vengeful widow. Surely i'm just reading too much into this and Disney didn't SERIOUSLLY consider making a film about incest right?

Yes. I wish to Mufasa up above I was kidding. Granted this info is midly suspect as neither tv tropes nor wikipedia have a link for it.. but givne Kovu looks like scar, how Zira acts about her former leader and lover, and how it seems very weird Scar wouldn't just sire an heir outright and just pick some random baby, i'm feeling it's true and it's laughable they got as far as they did before someone said "Wait isn't this incest' Which yes, yes it is. It makes the romance between the two feel weird as even with the film trying to act like Kovu isn't scar's son just his heir... it still very much comes off like Kovu IS scar's son and no one brings it up becuase lions apparently give a much of a shit about incest as the writers of this flim did.

Zira and Kovu are fascinating though: Zir ais as clever as scar, has a swagger to her and seems just at all times like a snarling engine of vengance. Her husband is dead.. and so his murderer shall burn. She's not deeply complex, but she is incredibly fun to watch and sometimes tha'ts all you need. Kovu meanwhile has a LOT of fascinating layers: he shows up hostile to kira as a cub and it's clear with how the outsiders function that he's been raised as a weapon his whole life: only to fight an dsurvivie with what scraps they have out there. And his transition to adulthood is shattering: Kiara is just herself but older, simply less willing to take her dad's shit after a lifetime of it. Kovu by contrast goes from a fairly sweet innocent kid.. to a revenge engine modled by his mom to infiltrate the lions and kill simba. Marsden gives a truly awesome performance, with just what Kovu has become being clear.. but also that beneath that what he could get from Simba's side of things.. could be better.

The problem is that while the setup is really good, the first third of the film having the two as kids and setting up the situation, and it's enough that I just ignore the massive leaps needed for the outsiders to exist or the fact their basically the hyenas but as lions, the rest of the film... does almost nothing with it. Instead of diving into these two characters and especially Kovu's very complciated crisis of concious.. they just do things in the most most cliche and tired way possible: Kovu finds his new life almost instantly better and plans to tell Kiara asap but can't, his clan gets tired and attacks, Simba blames Kovu and tries to clamp down harder and kiara leaves, theyg o back to stop a war. it's basically west side story or romeo and juliet but speedran so all the actual conflict and emotoin is gone. Kovu dosen't even kill anyone, the death is on Simba for Kovu's brother.

Oh and since we have to talk about him at some point let's talk about Kovu's brother. His brother is Nuka, a shabby lion who thinks he should be heir but proves every second why he shoudln't and why his mom didn't choose him, basically being comedy relief. They then try to give him a tragic death scene which would work.. if it were not for one clear error. one horrible mistake that ruins the character. They cast Andy Dick to play him

Yeah even putting aside his harassment , general creepiness and the fact John Lovitz had FRESHLY punched him in the face for making a crack about Phil Hartman post death (AFTER also enabling Hartman's wife's drug addiction), WHY would , even for the price of a nickle, you cast ANDY DICK for a dramatic death. Even before we knew he was somehow even worse, Andy Dick's whole existance was to be a punching bag. you hire him to annoy your audience and your characters. You CAN have a comedy characters death mean something and be truly gutting, take 24's death in venture bros or even among disney hooty getting turned into a puppet during owl house. But you have to make us care about that character on some level beyond being a joke no one takes seriously first. With Nuka.. he's just a dick who envied his brother and stupidly challenged Simba to a fight. And even as much of a dick as Simba is in this film, more on that in a moment, Simba STILL tried to just bat Nuka away. Simba, despite being ambushed, despite his hatred of the outsiders, despite everything you'd expect.. WENT EASY ON HIM. He didn't want to kill anyone. He only started getting serious when Nuka, somehow, proved to be an actual opponent and didn't even kill him on purpose. The idea of Simba being forced to that is good, but it just dosen't work when the character is nothing and had no personality other than "Pralines and Dick". Fuck em. And most good ideas end up like Kovu or Pralines and Andy Dick. Kiara is mostly wasted, mostly just wanting to bone her cousin and having a fairly sterotpicla disney princess arc, Rafiki is just there to push the main couple together, and Simba .. simba gets done kinda wrong. While the idea of him turning to his worst impulses over trauma is good, the film has so much going on instead he just comes off as a massive prick whose prejduiced, judges Kovu because he , in the context of the film HAPPENS to look like his arch enemy and isn't related to him, and treats his daughter like shit. Brodrick tries but there isn't enough depth given to Simba or anyone for this flim to work. The film just feels half assed...

It dosen't help despite not really giving the story time to breathe.. it also spends a LARGGGGEEE MEATY CHUNK of the storytelling on musical numbers. There's about as many as the original.. but I can barely recall them, with all just feeling like half hearted rehashes of the originals And unlike the original films songs which were all vital to the plot in some way (Circle of Life set the tone and theme of the film, I Just Cant' Wait To Be King fully sets up Simba's character for the first act and has him ditching Zazu, Be Prepared fleshes out Scar and sets up his big plan to kill Mufasa while also revealing at it's start that Scar was working with the Hyenas and by it's end reveals the Hyenas as a real threat, Hakuna Matata handles the time skip and sets up Simba for the third act, and Can You Feel the Love Tonight? has Simba and Nala begin their romance, which is key in getting him to go home. ). In contrast while these numbers COULD commuincate key stuff, they all go on so long they just pad out a film that REALLY didn't need padding, it needed a liver and some kidneys to help it function better.

The one thing the film does really well.. is the animation. Seriously while you can tell this isnj't a theatrical budget.. you can also tell the animators stretched every dime they had to make this LOOK theatrical grade. While some shots i've seen, or some sequels i've seen outright look like they were made cheaply, Lion King II looks damn good and worthy of the original. Despite all the challenges it'd bring the characters still look expressive, colorful with just that hint of real animal movements that made the original's animation so damn good. It may not look as good as the original but for what they had to work with it looks as close as they could possibly get and that's DAMN impressive.

So yeah overall this film isn't great. I wanted to like it I did: It sounded good.. but the final product , even acknowlding the struggles they likely had, is so padded and full of wasted potetial it just makes me sad. It's still probably one of the better Disney Sequels as it both had a reson to exist, good ideas and the animation is again fucking beautiful. But it sadly isn't as much as it could've been. Hopefully when I get to Lion Guard at some point, we'll see what a lion king followup truly could've been. For now.. we can only watch this and see someone almost but not quite make it. Maybe if disney wasn't treating these like disposable money factories this could've actually worked.

[artisticvillain]

De nuevo yo aquí de preguntona, buenas noches

En caso de familia...los chicos serian buenos padres?

Y si es así como actuarían con MC estando embarazada ?

Esta acaso el juego inspirado en parte en la película "PIRATAS DEL CARIBE " Donde aparece Jenny Depp ? XD me encanta toda su saga de películas

Pregunta para el autor

Como prefieres al MC hombre o mujer ?

En que app haces tus dibujos?te quedan preciosos 💖

Les gustaria que MC cocinara para ellos ?

( historia alternativa)Que pasaría si vieran a MC estando sonambulo y lo vieran ir directamente a la orilla del barco para tirarse al mar debido a ello ? XD me deje llevar por la película animada de Anastacia

Good evening to you too, although it's morning for me right now :)

(I'm using an AI to translate the questions, correct me if the translation's wrong.)

If they had a family, would the guys be good fathers? And if so, how would they act towards MC when she's pregnant?

Dia would stay by MC's side 24/7 when MC is pregnant. He would be morepanicked than MC in any situation and would do everything Mc asks for. Even the things MC doesn't ask for, Dia would be there to make MC's and their baby's life easier. Once the baby is born Dia would still act the same towards you but good luck trying to take the baby from him. He will cling to the baby like there's no tomorrow. So yeah, Dia would be a great father. He'd sacrifice everything for MC and their baby. And he is probably the best dad compared to the other 3. (Once the baby grows up, Dia and his kid would basically become best friends!)

Yoru would also take care of MC when MC is pregnant but he wouldn't be as enthusiastic about it as Dia. Not that he doesn't like kids, but because MC is having a hard time. However, once the baby is born he would make sure to look after the baby and take care of the baby. Again this isn't because he cares much about the baby, he just wants MC to be less "bothered" by the baby's problems. He wouldn't neglect his child or anything but I still wouldn't make a family with him if I were you. His behaviour towards the child might change when the child grows up but that doesn't justifies anything >:(

Riley would have fun taking care of you throughout MC's pregnancy. He would make sure not to overwhelm MC tho. So a safe distance is his go-to technique. I just know he would cry at the day MC gives birth. :) And since Riley is a free spirited guy, he would want his family to be the same way. He'd get really excited about the thought of going on adventures with his family and get even closer with them. So yes he'd also be a great father.

Leon would really love to start a family with MC. And he loves the idea of having a baby with MC. He'd do everything to take proper care of MC throughout MC's pregnancy. He'd also take care of the baby once the baby is born -but not as much as he does to MC- He is a good father too, just not as much as Dia.

Is the game partly inspired by the movie "PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN" where Jenny Depp appears?

This might surprise you, but I've actually never watched any of the Pirates of The Caribbean movies. I like Jack Sparrow tho. (even though I don't have the slightest idea about the character itself lol) Sooo no it's not inspired by it :)

Do you prefer MC to be a man or a woman?

As a person who doesn't care about gender -like in general- I can't really say I'd prefer if the MC is a woman or a man. I've never imagined the MC as a woman or a man and when I try, it doesn't feel right. Sorry :')

What app do you use to make your drawings?

Thank you, I'm so happy that you find them beautiful. I use Clip Studio Paint for all my drawings.

Would they like MC to cook for them?

Who wouldn't enjoy the cooking of a loved one! (Unless they are terrible at it. Just kidding, it's the thought that counts.)

However, rather than letting you cook by yourself, Yoru would offer his help. He thinks it's such a nice moment to cook with the one he loves the most and be able to share something he's passionate about.

Leon can cook but he obviously is not the best. So he would very much like if MC were to cook something just for him.

Riley can't cook so he'd really appreciate that MC thought of him and cook for him. Riley will then proceed to cook something for MC, only for it to be a fail :D

Dia would love it too. In fact, he would hug MC from the waist when MC is cooking, and give MC some kisses along the way.

(Alternate story) What would happen if they saw MC sleepwalking and going straight to the edge of the ship to jump into the sea because of it?

Funny thing, I used to sleepwalk when I was a kid. Anyways, I don't know if the whole "don't wake the person who's sleepwalking up, it's dangerous" things is true, but our boys don't care about that at all in this situation.

They wouldn't hesitate to pull MC immediately, but if they were to be far away from MC, they would just shout MC's name really loudly so MC can wake up. That way they can gain more seconds to go up to MC and hold MC. Whoever found MC would take MC to their room and stay by MC's side till morning.

Thank you for your questions! Hope you'll have a great day :)

[arthurmorganstb]

Isn't This Price's Job? (Ghost x Reader)

I can't say I know Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley 'well'. I think that goes for everyone at the base, and even everyone in Taskforce 141. Except for Soap. After what happened in Las Almas, they've become close. A lot closer than Ghost is to anyone. He also calls Soap Johnny. I could never think of Soap MacTavish as anything other than...well Soap. I've been a part of the Taskforce for six months now, and still feel as if I know Ghost as well as a deer comprehends quantum physics.

"Sergeant First-Class Myra Park," the private greeted me. He was young, nineteen at most. He fidgeted with his vest. This would be his first mission apart of the Taskforce, and like many members would be for that mission only. Still, as a new enlistee, any mission was scary. "Usually, on missions it's customary to just call your fellow mission members by their last names, Park works fine. And in any other context, you can drop the 'First-Class'." He nodded appreciatively. "FNG! How are you? Did you piss yourself yet? Pack extra diapers?" Childish. "Sargent Odson," I said in service of a greeting. He had been a pain in my ass since we first met, an overly cocky Londoner who had no place in the military. "Myra! Are you excited to kill some bad guys?" "First of all, you're a Staff Sargent so no matter what I should be Sargent Park to you." This wasn't necessarily true, as I had just told the private something very different, still I enjoyed lording it over Odson that I had been promoted faster than him. "Second of all, Price put me in charge of this mission so I recommend you shut up before I report you for insubordination. Third of all, our mission isn't to 'kill some bad guys' it's to gain intel from a stakeout. Shooting is a worst-case scenario."     He nodded emphatically, a cocky smile playing on his thin lips. "Of course...Sergeant."

     We arrived at the nondescript old factory in the dead of night, nothing but the moon for lighting. A large hill overlooked the building, large willowy golden-yellow plants swaying in the breeze which would, most importantly, make us virtually invisible.     All three of us pulled out our field binoculars, surveying the factory. No movement except for the wind.     Hours passed by before anything happened. At four in the morning, a large dairy truck rolled up to the factory. The painted-on Shamrock Farms peeled back to advertise itself as Samck Frs.     The large semi door rolled up, and two men jumped out from the truck. The driver joined them, seemingly yelling, throwing his arms up in the air at the end.     Once the diver stalked off and opened the factory door, the two other men got to work. Our view of what was inside the truck was obscured, but as soon at the men started unloading, it was clearly many bricks of cocaine.     "Just as we thought," I softly muttered to my subordinates. "Cartel activity. Laswell isn't going to like this."     "Well, what does Laswell like?" Odson snarked. I ignored him. "Mexican Cartel?" The private interjected. "No, Laswell's been tracking these guys for months. Colombian." "Muy buena." I whipped my head around to come face to face with two Colombian Cartel members. "We can either do this the peaceful way and come with us, or we can dump your body in that river over there. Your choice." The taller of the two men said, AK-47 casually pointed towards the star-speckled sky. Within half a second, I had signaled to my men and aimed my gun, safety off. The shorter of the two cartel members fired into the private's arm, knocking him back. Odson and I both fired into the taller man, dropping him dead. With the momentary distraction, we stood, conscious of how close we were to the edge of the hill. The private dropped the other member, but I could see more coming up the hill. "We've got to move," I said. Turning to the Private, who was bleeding profusely, I asked "You good to walk?" He gave a single nod. As we made our way down the hill, we dropped member after member of the cartel, our military training superior to their street-acquired gun fighting. But they were too numerous. More and more streamed up the hill, the long grasses stained crimson. "Jesus," Odson said. "They've got to have the whole cartel on our ass." Another bullet entered the Private, hitting him squarely in his other shoulder. When he dropped, he didn't get back up. I had been shot before. It didn't hurt at first. The pain would come after, maybe once the bullet was dug out. Maybe a minute after you get shot. Then it would be searing. Blinding. I had been shot many, many times. It didn't do anything to negate the shock I felt once the bullet tore through my thigh. "Shit!" I heard Odson exclaim. I continued firing, most likely not hitting a single target. When the second bullet hit, I went down. It's a funny feeling, your life force being drained away. The scarlet substance left my body in mass amounts. My eyes slowly glossed over, barely aware of the one-man versus cartel army battle raging on around me. As sensibility left with my blood, I dipped my hand in the pooling blood, cheek pressed against the ground. And like the cards in Alice in Wonderland painting the white roses red, I covered the long yellow grasses. My last conscious thought I need to paint them all... Read the rest here

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